| Destiny by Maggie
Destiny Has caused and earthquake Maliciously tearing down What it built Destroying What we knew In our hearts Was meant to be Ripped apart From our lives... Our loves By the cruel hand Of fate; Screams coming from us both, Warm tears caressing our cheeks As we watch on another Slip away into the foggy haze Of what must be |
All Sorts of Words By "LunaMoth984"
"I love you" Just words A hook to pull me in "I trust you" Just words When I've learned to trust you not "You listen" Just words, For I cannot close my ears "I love you" An insult You deface the word love "I trust you" You've shown me That trust is just faith "You listen" Only because You've tied me down Just watch me say: "No more." Because words are the tool You use to cut me to pieces I say: "You lie." |
| Blossoms Fall By Jennifer M.
Cherry blossoms fall from the tree, into your hand. You dream of someone. Twirl your silken hair. Pretend he dances with you and slays your logic. And he has hurt you with his midnight tinted glare and intriguing wings. Wings that blinded you and made it impossible to love another. |
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not By "A"
Rocking back and forth and back and forth, arms crossed across her chest to protect her from the world. It's cold now, the blood seems almost gone; dizziness is an almost unknown kindness. She was too fat for him, while he had his beer belly. She looked at other men, while he looked at other women. She didn't love him like he said, while he only hit because he loved. Not good enough for him or anyone else. So the razor is cool satisfying release. No one can hear the silent screams of a soul dying. |
| Why Me? By "Tresinity Adawse"
What is it about me that entices you, Is it my naivete, my looks, or just my words, Did you have to know me, Why couldn't we just be strangers looking different ways? It doesn't matter though, you broke my dreams, You couldn't have thought of better things to do, My heart was just too easy to break for you, It MUST be easy to trick a 13-year-old into love But there's still that question… WHY ME? I'm just a stupid girl with stupid dreams I can't shoot for the moon when you shoot my heart So, why me? |
Angry Echo "Icing on the Cake"
Does my torso have an echo? I've felt so hollow lately, you'd think it does Despite drifting like a shadow in its absence I can't comprehend what's been taken out of me I don't expect more than an insult from you When I used to expect nothing less than tenderness What did you do with the trust I carefully manufactured? Does the stolen good make you feel warm inside? Why did you entangle me in your play on words? You made me ignore every bit of common sense Enabling you to abuse me, perfectly timed Everything I said in kindness, turned back to me as guilt And I followed you trusted every lie, took everything You've taken my sense, my trust, my friendship Your words were corrosive, and dissolved my innocence I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted You won't expect more than an angry look from me When you expected nothing less than compliance What will I do with all the emptiness you gave me? I'll fly away with and empty torso until I'm free from you |
| Pity for Hope By Jennifer M.
Screams are muted by quick sips of tea As she watches him march away Marching away into the trenches, Duffel bag slung across his back Her eyes lock on the figure walking In one piece, to never re- Oh stop, she thinks, you chose this path You chose to have your heart gassed And you knew it would happen, but fell You knew he would leave, but you fell Into short bliss, long pain And when your chance comes, you take it You grasp it and hold it and love it With every last bit of yourself And give up whatever is needed To deny what fate determined And far to soon, you see him leave That flame, that spirit will be stifled Brought back to you either With a note from the government Or worse far worse as a shadow A puppet that will no longer love you Shell shocked and blind, Distant and sullen, he will never love you And I accepted that torture When I first heard your voice For that single hour with you I chose to have my heart gassed with yours I know my love won't return I have no hope for that Pity for hope, she's long gone I swallowed her with the dregs of my tea |
Rag Doll By H. Eppelheimer
I see you Do you see me? It is as if we are playing peek-a-boo I know that I like you But do you like me? I guess not and give up You dance with me You dance with me again Why twice? I am filled with the joy of love Happy when I come to school late on Monday A "friend" has to burst my bubble She gives me the news Nice and blunt He only danced with you because he, I braced myself for the friend news But she then proceeded to say Because, felt sorry for you DID I ASK YOU FOR SELF PITY? DAMN IT I DID NOT I act as if I am okay but inside I know better Could you tell that I was hurt I will never love again I am only 13 Love is sweet and kind But some how I give love away Never to be returned I am a sweet girl A used doll Patched up way beyond her time Patch me up and send me home Goodbye |
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Pantomime By Jennifer M.
I can imagine you don't mean the insensitivity as it flies out of your throat: And you put on a role, the role of your life to pretend you don't feel my pain As you "forlornly" pour acid to dissolve my pedestal for you Such a fantastic pantomime you play, I've never seen a better actor I can bleed and scream and you can still maintain that stoic ignoramus After all, that is the role you have to play to keep my love at bay Behind that dense makeup, you must be looking out into the audience Thankful the mask you wear has been proofed against your tears for me You must hope in your costume, that I will stop feeling love for you But wait- what is this? Why am I on stage, another thespian beside you? Wearing a picture-perfect smile to beam at your mask Wait! Where is your makeup? The mask? How can you seem so like yourself? Don't tell me you were type cast. Am I the only actor on stage? Please don't let my pedestal for you come down. No, don't make me face your inhumanity, please not now Don't make my happy illusions go with the curtain, give me enough ignorance So I can retreat, backstage before I see you in the brutal limelight I wanted perfection so badly, not hateful reality | |