Left.I have neither hearth nor home.Time nor gold.This world has taken much from me.But what I do have.Is you.
The moment.Some might say.That in that moment we were infinite.But I do not believe so.In that moment, there was only me.And there was only you.And thats all I needed.
UntitledI fear the hands that ink these words shall end my life.But will all my heart I hope to continue to see you.So with these words I shall try and redeem.These hands of their predetermined deed.
tattooedYour smile is a work of art.Got your name tattooed across my heart.
LoveFluttering, floating softly in the air.Taken to and fro by the breeze.Locations seen that could no be believed.Till the wind grabs and shreds.
Six word poemFor you, my everything. I would.
Scraps CombinedThe monsters in my head are throwing a party.And I'm not invited.They've got me trapped. in my skinAnd I'm not sure if I'll ever be me again.I'll pound on the walls of this cage.I'll not stop till you know my despair.I'll make these words till my heart breaks.I'll shape these thoughts till I feel safe That you know how much I care.The space between us is cavernous.But I wouldn't have anything less.Yes I have this cellular phone.But I've never felt so alone.You're nothing but an instant away.But I know your so far from me.
TrappedNow it may seem that sadness is all I am.But I can promise it is only the penultimate.There is only love in my mind if you went to open it.It is not all I am, but agony as always is enough to condemn,A person, a being trapped by their own fragile little mind.To be crushed and pushed down by the world around you.And you grew up thinking "That they wouldn't do this. It can't be true"Through my pain I will still do I can to be kind.
Because I never lost the memories.You can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness.My longing for you has gone on so long.To imagine me without it would be madness.I always imagined you were to far gone.Now do I reply? What do you say?When happiness is a step away.Behind a door.But behind that door.Could be despair just as easily.How do I step forward,When It could snap the only string,that's keeping me together.
Goodbye...To you Cruel world, friends and all,I say goodbye, as now I fall.You've shown me pain, sadness and fear.It cut me deep, bled out my cheer.But still I laughed, as though to hide,The gaping hole, my heart reside.I wore a mask of borrowed cheerto hide behind, to cover my fearFor I thought, I hoped, a prayerthat once I'll be, a happy mare.But so it is not and never shall be.The impossible wish, crushed within meGround to dust, from hooves to head.It pours on out through tears I shed.I can't go on, this pain I hide,I've given up, can't keep inside.So now I fall, and now I dieFor though I laugh, Inside I cry...
Well Fuck You TooI'll give a middle finger to the world,And show you my dark side.I'll never give you a pretty smile,Never again will I try to hide.You've ruined my teenage dreams,But I wont let you ruin my pride.I've woken up and cant be calmed,I have a demon deep inside.Don't you tell me to calm down,I've been calm for too long.I have the right to raise my voice,I will sing my own song.You go ahead and try to stop me,Tell me that I'm wrong.Go ahead and try to silence me,But I wont stay where I don't belong.Scream at me, tell me I'm crazy,Don't you think I know already?Scream at me, tell me I'm crazy,But I've got a dream holding me steady.Swing at me, make things hazy,Don't worry about me, I know I'm ready.Swing at me, make things hazy,But I've got a dream holding me steady.
Don't Call For Blood- Self Harm Prevention PoemResist the urgeResist the urgeDon't call for Blood.Resist the urgeResist the urgeDon't call for Blood.I tell myselfI tell myselfDon't call for Blood.I repeatI repeatDon't call for Blood.You're better than thisYou're better than thisDon't call for Blood.You're strongerYou're strongerDon't call for Blood.You don't need the painYou don't need the painDon't call for Blood.It's just an addictionIt's just an addictionDon't call for Blood.It's not what you needIt's not what you needDon't call for Blood.Find a different wayFind a different wayDon't call for Blood.Please cry outPlease cry outDon't call for Blood.Ask for helpAsk for helpDon't call for Blood.Stand up and fightStand up and fightDon't call for Blood.Put it downPut it downDon't call for Blood.This isn't the endThis isn't the endDon't call for Blood.
Gentlemen, if she's drunkGentlemen, if she’s drunkif she’s had too much to drinkif her cup is spillingand her cheeks are now bright pink.If she claims that she wants youto embrace her and hold her tightif she grabs you and muttersthat this very moment is right.Then leave her,keep your distance.A drunk woman is a snaketo a man who wants to help.Put a hand on her, you’llsee what I mean.if you see her at the barto tipsy to keep herself steadythen be the better manand leave when you’re ready.Don’t offer help,don’t take her homejust ignore her criesfor you not to leave her alone.She may be a girl you metwhen drinking your sorrows awayor your loving girl friendwhose parents were out for the day.But you have no idea sir,what a drunk girl can do,if you just want to help hershe’ll ruin you.You may not have touched herbut you put her in you carnext morning the copsasked why you took her from the bar.And she’s crafted a storyso confused an
Pro-ChoicePro- Choice was a joke to me,I learned that when I was young.I myself was pregnant,when I heard that word, it stung.I was seventeen, a reckless young girl,who with the love of my life, thought I could take the world.But I was wrong, as I soon found out,I had no idea, what life was really about.There was suddenly this pain coursing through my stomach,this thing was inside of me, and at first I didn't want it.I talked to my 'boy friend', the one who I thought loved me,but he left when he found out, he found another woman to cling.I was all by myself with this leech in my system,but I still didn't want it, can't they see that I’m the victim?My parents understood, as well as my friends,So I would get an abortion, no guilt I felt then.The abortion clinic was small, it felt rather nice,though the AC blew, it made me as cold as ice.I scheduled an appointment, for the same time next weekI left the clinic, feeling a heavy weight upon my feet.I went to the park just to
Ten ButterfliesOne for the thingsI'm too nervous to say.Two for the nightmaresThat won't go away.Three for the fearsThat still manage to win.Four for the peopleI won't see again.Five for the boyI was hiding behind.Six for the girlI can't get off my mind.Seven for the panicStill stuck in my head.Eight for the thingsI should never have said.Nine for the voicesThat come late at night.Ten for the lieThat I'm really alright.Pen-scratch hopes and ink-winged liesBecause I always kill my butterflies.
Love is not made, gained.LoveLove is not made, gained.Love is not even earned or won.Love just simply is.