Misery Loves Company
Misery loves company,
don't you know?
And pain, it demands to be felt.
Misery loves company,
don't you know?
And pain, it demands to be felt.
Waters rushing around.
In this place there is no sound.
I’m left here alone
to fight the voices on my own.
Insanity is pounding at my mind.
I feel so blind.
There is no saving me.
I can’t even see.
I’m already gone.
There will be no dawn.
I’ve already drowned and died
in all the tears I have cried.
If you find a way
to somehow stay
in this darkness with me
and can help me wake and see
then forever my life will belong to you.
But right now, I’m gone, it’s true.
STOLEN INNOCENCESTOLEN INNOCENCE
Maybe you're wondering why the title is bold,
well that is because a story needs to be told
This isn't your average poem about a personal thing;
actually, it's about a subject that makes my heart sting.
Picture a girl, no younger than five
whose heart is filled with joy and is oh so alive.
Think of the teen you may call your best friend
who just might have nearly met a bitter end.
Think of the boy, you might have once known
whose purity was taken before he was grown.
Think of the men women stolen away
only to be tortured and sold another day.
What am I referring to? you may ask.
Well this poem of explanation, is my next task.
They're the victims of pain and despair; whose hearts did break
on the day they were robbed when people their innocence did take.
Innocent and unknowing were these people like you and I;
those who, today, are often passed by.
Without being able to fight back, they were molested and raped,
with hands bound tightly and mouth duct taped.
Little Girl With the Broken Smile
Little Girl With the Broken Smile
Little girl with tears streaming down her face
always tried to be the one who helped others find their place.
She strived to love and loved to encourage,
but eventually caved in when she no longer felt worth it.
Her depression got the best of her and she decided to quit
and leave the world behind so she’d no longer feel pain.
She was sick of loving and being destroyed.
Sick of hurting and feeling like a toy.
She just wanted to be free of this broken smile
and empty eyes.
Finally she gave in to all the world’s lies.
She took blade in her hand, and marked up her arms.
Then she swallowed twelve pills to mask the harm
and threw to the ground, her silver ring.
Grabbed a rope and tied it round her throat
and gripped in her fingers, a suicide note.
She said, “Forgive me God, I cannot go on,”
and she jumped from the chair; gasped for a last breath,
as the rope tightened and led her to her death.
Eyes glassy and smile bro
WeasleBlog: Secret Poetry!!!Hello everyone! Gosh it's been quite a while since I made a blog entry. How are you all on this fine October day?
I'm in a fairly good mood, which is kinda new for me, but I'm enjoying it.
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Young man of dark skin
and brown eyes with love deep within,
marches on through the storm
to keep the innocent out of harm.
Gun slung over shoulder and knife in hand,
he defends to weak and helps them stand.
But one soldier boy cannot stand on his own
and will need a friend so he's not alone.
A young girl, of scarlet hair
has promised to stay close even when life isn't fair.
Never to leave nor to hide
for in her love the soldier boy can abide.
She'll hold his hand and kiss his cheek
to give him strength when he feels weak.
She'll carry him up hill and mountain top
and in front of fear she will not stop.
She will stand by his side now and forever.
You don't abandon the ones you love...never.
Stand UpStand Up
Sometimes you have to stand up for yourself
because one day, the people you once called friend
will turn and kick you down.
And sometimes, others will merely laugh and watch
and no one will stand up for you.
That’s when you have to stand up
for yourself; alone.
Learning that can be quite painful;
I had to learn that the hard way.
So many people left me behind.
So many people kicked me to the ground.
So many people lied to my face.
So many people abandoned me.
So now I stand up for myself,
not tolerating other people’s harsh words,
and defending myself when threatened.
No longer will I be looked at as weak
and no longer will people walk over me.
I’m picking myself up
and walking on my own.
I don’t need someone to hold me up
for I’m strong enough.
I Want LoveI Want Love
I want love, but not the kind
that you read about in fairy tales.
I want a love that's real.
I want someone who will stay by my side
even when things get hard to handle
and it feels like everything is crashing down.
I want someone to be willing
to lay their life down for me
as I would do the same for them.
I want someone who will hold me
when I cry,
listen when I need to vent,
and respect me.
I want a love that is faithful...
a love that is true.
Am I Wrong?Am I Wrong?
Am I wrong to live in fear
of the ones closest to me betraying me?
I mean, after all, those I once called 'friend'
no longer speak to me,
no longer smile at me,
no longer want me around.
The ones who promised to be there
left me behind in the dust.
So, am I wrong to be terrified to trust
when someone says that they'll never leave?
Am I wrong to always have to watch my back
to make sure
that a 'friend'
will not betray me?
Tell me, am I wrong
to be afraid of being broken again?
Living in DarknessLiving in Darkness
Blindfolded by my own misery,
there is no light for me to see.
My depression has become my friend
because it’s persistence never ends.
Never once has it failed to thrive
and I won’t deny that it makes me feel alive.
I’ve been drowning for far too long.
Is there a point in being strong?
Pain has become my blanket at night.
It’s the place I crawl to when I lose the fight
against the insanity that creeps at my mind.
One day, maybe peace I will find
and maybe I can return to the light.
But for now, the end is not in sight
so I will live in the darkness that binds me,
praying on day, joy I will see.
You are EverythingYou are amazing.
You are the smiling face,
That gave that kid
Better hope for this place.
You are the helping hand,
Even if you didn’t know it,
That helped everything turn out
Better than planned.
You are the voice
That helped someone
Make a vital choice.
You are the joke
That made them laugh
And gave them that stroke
Of happiness that they needed.
You are the bright eyes
That light the way,
A lantern of hope
Through the fog of lies.
You are their push towards
Their positive afterwards.
And you are far from worthless.
Are the most important person
In the world.
We are all characters
In someone else’s story.
That pivotal point,
That pushes them from misery,
And leads them to their glory.
Past Tense BluesWases
So are weres;
And it's the becauses
That make them feel
That much worse.
You're Going to be Okay.It’s not your fault.
It’s not what you deserve.
Don’t think that way,
Because one day,
This won’t matter anyways.
Keep your head held high for now,
I know it hurts,
Words can feel suffocating.
As you feel like your lungs are collapsing,
Under the weight of the pain,
In your chest.
I know it stings,
And it seems like it takes forever for the bell to ring.
As you count down the hours.
But it doesn’t matter.
When you just go home,
To sit in your room alone.
Because words unlike bruises don’t go away.
Once they are said they are here to stay.
And silence is excruciating.
But being in a crowd of violent stares,
Is no better.
So where do you go?
Is the question you’ll never know.
But don’t give up just yet!
Things will not always be like this.
Yes, today seems hopeless.
Tomorrow seems worse.
One more day of hearing another hateful word.
Might make your head explode,
And sometimes you want to drive yourself completely off the road.
I Will Love MyselfSilence was at my doorstep.
Rain fell from the storms of my eyes
and hit the cold earth of my cheeks.
Sunlight fell down my face
in gentle waves.
And blood tinted lips
smiled only slightly.
The gentle spring
that bloomed inside my chest
had begun to grow
and replace the winter
whose frost had held tightly
onto my heart.
Silence was welcome.
Tears were shed in joy.
Sunlight was here to warm
and blood to live.
This was it.
I had made it.
I know who I am.
I locked you in my closet,
in the recesses of my mind.
I kept you in the dark,
I kept you in the stagnant, static,
strangling air for what seemed like
years because you couldn't
remember what day looked like anymore.
(You would sit facing the wall,
scratching letters into the paint,
nails curling and cracking upward.
"I love you,
I love you,
I love you," over and over until
you would bleed from your eyes
because you couldn't
keep them open anymore.
That paint was toxic.
You fed off the fumes of dried
polymer and you were so sure that
if you tried hard enough
the words would go through
It must've taken months.
The world traveled around the sun
like you traveled around me,
hovering from a distance
so that I wouldn't burn you.
They all say that it was my
gravity that pulled you
toward me, but it was always you,
They say love is blind and I believe it.
But we didn't start out
loving each other like we do now.
Eat Something, PleaseIt's your fault, you know.
It's you who's spewing your guts into the toilet,
like powdery snow.
Every day you hit the bathroom floor,
grasp the porcelain rims,
and your vomit echo through the door.
I hate it! I hate it, more than anything in the world.
I wish you could just tape your mouth shut,
and your noises I could ignore.
It's all about you, and the agony you've been through,
but through your selfishness and saliva,
I hope you realize I suffer too.
I stay by your side when you treat me like crap.
When you scream at me and yell,
I've always had your back.
How I wish I could purge when life gets too tough,
I wish I could be weak like you,
but my strength is just too much.
How wonderful it would be, if you could take my place,
and when you saw your broken form,
then you would see the pathetic look on your face.
But “plop, plop, plop” your vomit continues to roar,
and through the repetitive screech,
how I wish I could slam the door.
I wish I had the strength to leave your
I Won't Let You Become Like MeI saw you fall to the floor.
Because you couldn’t take this anymore.
You laid there and said to me,
Through tears that fell from your eyes,
“Who cares if I were to die?”
Reminding me of those hundreds of times,
I’ve seen people bend and break.
I’ve gotten so used to smiles that are nothing more than fake.
I remembered standing by silently,
Watching everyone collapse around me.
Seeing bottles scattered around,
Broken glass covered the ground.
And I wondered to myself,
“Is he ever going to get better?”
And I watched you as you died,
Slowly tearing yourself apart from the inside.
Memories are still flickering,
Behind my eyes.
I suddenly remember my own cries,
For someone to save me.
Because I was so close to falling,
That the abyss seemed more inviting,
Than trying to hang on for a moment longer.
Because my arms were too tired,
To hold on.
I am back in reality,
Watching you fade away.
And I see myself,
And the countless other people I’ve wit
Stay with meDreams falling apart
Like a castle of cards
Ghosts of the past
Refusing to go away
And the pain of loss
Getting worse each day
This is not
What life should be
This is a nightmare
And I want to wake up
So please don't leave me
When I need you the most
untitled (broken records don't have names)my fingers flutter sunrise butterflies,
floating in the morning
as it breaks through the gloom
that came post-gloaming.
but i confess,
i have no grasp
on what to do with daylight
you were a drop of sunlight
reflected in my cloudy-sky eyes
eventually you became too
good for me, and i gave up
my waxed wings are still intact, but
my shoulders are too sore from
carrying this deadweight with an
obnoxious, obstinate heartbeat
and how are you faring this golden afternoon?
you will never answer and yet
my mind loops broken records,
asking as if you could hear.
light halos the plain beneath my feet
but i shy away from sunshine,
an icarus-inherited fear of falling
or just of
because we were supposed to
be something beautiful, something
worth falling for
(or you were, at least, and there is
no way to ask if you fell hard enough)
but shattered cds still lie on the floor
collecting the sunlight that i
don't know what to do with
because i can't spend it on you, anymore.