Some Poetry

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

*To let you know, these are not my feelings, they are not my actions, and they won't be. These were written when I was in one of the happiest points of my life so far.

~We All Fall Down~

She lives in a castle,
All locked up.
She cries till she can't,
and hopes for what won't happen.
One day,
She looks in the mirror,
and sees herself.
She thinks of disgust,
and anger,
Along with the disappointment,
For what she's become.
She finds a knife,
and returns to the mirror,
She lifts it,
As the tears start falling.
She hopes to get away,
To be happy once for all.
She gasps in pain,
But still smiles,
As her whole world,
starts to fall.
She says with one last breath,
We All Fall Down.

~They Always Leave~

Love for her does not exist,
For the ones she loves,
are the ones who leave.
The ones who do stay,
Just keep pushing her away.
It keeps repeating and repeating,
and coming and coming.
Breaking her heart,
Her mind,
and finally her soul.

~The Way~

The way she thinks,
The way she looks.
The way she smiles,
but still has tears.
The way she wishes,
But knows it won't work.
The way she believes,
That there's nothing left,
She hides in her closet,
All curled up.
She doesn't come out,
For days upon days.
Her mother looks,
and looks,
but can't find her.
She looks in the closet.
She broke down in tears,
Not knowing why.
If only the girl,
had realized.
Her mom was there,
and her friends,
couldn't bare it.
She's gone forever,
And won't get to experience,
The Joy of life.

~That One Sweet Release~

Locked up like a prisoner,
She cries and cries again.
Sometimes she'd stop,
For she has no tears.
No one would listen,
and no one would stay.
She hopes for peace,
or maybe for that sweet release.
For she is alone,
and a broken hearted girl.

~Love that gives~

They crawl along the streets,
They beg for just one thing.
They beg for love,
The love that gives food,
Love that gives shelter.
The kind of love that gives everything,
And the love,
That wont make their worlds shatter.

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    Im sorry to hear about your daughter's injury. I hope everything gets better.

    1967 days ago
    The poem brought back memories of my teenage daughter when her friend died and she went through a very tough period in her life.My child is awesome and in Afghanistan.See my blogs for what's been going on.Very good poems emoticon
    1968 days ago
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