❝Poetry❞✉

10. over it – 28 July 2009 @ 1:30 am
i see you off with all of them
and my brain starts to scream
telling me to reach out
but my fingers burn and
my eyes itch
my head is pounding and
my heart is swearing
i never asked for this
i don’t want to want you
i want you to want me
and i’m back in front of these
infinite screens,
incandescent light shooting holes in me
and i’m writing all these false words
each one is killing me
who am I talking to, are you listening?
who are you? just who are you?
you were never like this
and it’s devouring me
i shouldn’t have to be
a perfect little doll
to stand at your side
i’m not stupid
and i won’t fall for this
we raise our voices
but the clock is ticking
and you don’t hear a word
it’s all just a blur
i see you off with all of them
and my brain starts screaming
“it left a long time ago”
the hour i rejected claimed you
while I was looking the other way
my eyes are open now
and the tears can all fall
i’ll cry you a river
and i’ll try to drown
but my water wings are secure
and i’ll slowly move on
i won’t come looking for you
the storm has passed
we’re over it
and We’re standing strong.

o9. shreds. – 25 July 2009 @ 07:11 pm
cut me up into shreds
it doesn’t take much to bleed
set me free in the winds of time
and let me be carried away by the breeze
let me dance a dance with the sun and
let me give a secret kiss to the moon
never to face a mortal again
and never to taste deceit.
quickly,
cut me up into shreds, my dear
cut me and set me free

o8. awake and dreaming. – 26 June 2009 @ 09:46 pm
here we go, we’ve hit the fork in the road.
you go left, i go right
i’ll lay awake and i’ll be dreaming
what are you doing now?
you won’t be there to hold my hand
when i have to cross those busy streets
i won’t be there to push you on the swingset
when you want to touch the sky
i’ll let the laughs soar
through the deep depths of cyberspace
and hope that they reach you on the other side.
as i’m next to ones which we hold dear
and as i look out the window in class
and as i lay here, awake and dreaming
i wonder, what are you doing now?

o7. ghost town – 17 June 2009 @ 07:46 pm
this is a ghost town. the boys and girls don’t have
a single care in the world other
than their own desires being
fulfilled, no matter what. it’s
driving me crazy and I can
feel the life being
drained out
of me
if you say you love me then get me a train and get me out of here.

o6. harsh reality – 16 June 2009 @ 06:09 pm
i just want to sit and let my mind
travel for miles and miles
i want to escape this harsh reality
crammed with false hope
and crushed dreams,
every nook and cranny occupied
by people with no time
these words make no sense
and these numbers don’t match at all
my heart’s screaming in my head
and my brain can’t see anymore
i can’t take in any air
and i can’t see any distant shores
in this harsh reality
i can’t feel anymore

o5. creeping – 15 June 2009 @ 03:22 pm
sometimes i think and sometimes i don’t
i can feel those swallowed words creeping back up my throat
there’s nothing redeeming about a shit like me
and things aren’t ever how we want them to be
but i’m still avoiding the subject at hand
while you live your life and demand your demands
sometimes i speak up and sometimes i don’t
but i can feel those swallowed words creeping back up my throat

o4. curb – 14 June 2009 @ 07:30 pm
take my hand and take me away from this place.
i’m standing on the curb and waiting for a sign
lost in the abyss that is your mind.
broken streetlights line these empty streets
and i’m out here listening for your heartbeat.
when will you come down from that door
and take my hand and lead me away?
i’m on the curb and i really don’t want to stay.

o2. bathroom stall. – 14 June 2009 @ 12:13 am
After you left I got really bored
Went to read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Learned about the “freaks,” the “sluts” and the “whores,”
Wasn’t really that entertaining at all
Stylish little things put hearts on the dots of their “i”’s
Sugar-coating everything in plain sight
A messy notebook will suffice
Never had the patience to think twice
Cafeteria’s always in a mess
They act like everyone else
Who are they trying to impress?
We don’t roll like that
Since the day you left I got really bored
Went to read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Learned about the “freaks,” the “sluts” and the “whores,”
Wasn’t really that entertaining at all

o1. juvenile. – 14 June 2009 @ 12:07 am
i’ve got a heart full of bones
a head full of air
a bottle of fruit juice
6 shades of dye in my hair
a ratty old hoodie
with a lopsided star
smudgey make-up
and a half-eaten chocolate bar
i’m too short for my age
too spontaneous to be sweet
too particulate to be delicate
way too grounded to be upbeat
too logical to be cutesy
too stupid to be amazing
too small to make that much difference
too simple to be enthralling
i’m not the brightest thing
i can trip over air
i apologize too much
far too awkward to be fair
i go on private little riots
just to experience the thrill
i drink milk out of the carton
and i cry when it spills
i listen to my music too loudly
and i do the waltz on my bed
sometimes i can’t help but wonder
if i am alright in the head