OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

SOUVENIERS~

I have the gifts you gave me

I have your photograph,

I have the words you spoke to me

My memory plays them back.~

I know you have moved on

I know you won't be back,

but still I play our favorite song

and touch your photograph.~

Theres nothing left to dream about

but these few souveniers,

I wrapped them up in tissues

That are dampened with my tears~

everyday i woke up knowing I'm nothing

walking down the streets losing everything,

fighting my thoughts i thought were my friends but are foe's

worst of it is the feeling i get when i do the same chores,

I dreamed it to be fine, some where out there to shine,

will my words be ever audible

cause inside im so lost and feeble,

here i go losing again ,

feeling all over the pain,

not my dreams, not my scream

its not really what I've got,

nothing of them were bright enough plots,

All i asked was a chance to prove wrong ,

no more words to say this is my final song

you made me do it

i had to leave

all i wanted was your love

and you destroyed me

the day you left i went numb

now im broken still

why make me hurt

all i did was give you my heart

you wont ever see my words

i wouldn't hurt you like that

you brought hope then took it away

bang bang bang is all i need

but i know you wont

i just hope she loves you right

since my love wasnt enough

Have you ever felt as if you had walked in a long path,
A path that only led to much misfortune and hurt?
That no matter how much you tried countlessly to be,
Happiness was always a tough place to search?

The things you've seen and the things you've felt,
Somehow always fell into a million shards.
Though those things once ment something,
They made no progress, from other histories fell apart.

Sometimes the feeling of bad luck,
It seems like a very common code.
Everyone claims of their sorrows to share,
Until the switch of their other everyday mode.

Its only so rare that I can see some good,
Come from these unfortunately clumsy nerves.
But once it finally breaks down to a final stopping point,
There is only so much that could be done to stop this hurt.

Every device I come into contact with stops charging,
Every toy I approach quickly drains its battery.
Every single moment I have that shares a good story,
Is only then lost away in the pit of pointless memories.

I am only able to remember the things of poor and sad,
Which is what inspires me to change my direction most of the time.
But as time begins to pass more and more,
It doesn't seem to Change; I cannot leave the bad behind.

Everywhere I go I steer something else in the wrong direction,
No matter how much I've tried to heal it through.
A lot of the things I used to have once,
Are completely useless, and only hardly worth it too.

Maybe one day I can finally retrieve one of something,
That can surely handle me and my messy luck,
But with the fortune of mine like this I cannot describe,
I am forced into this bad, miserable muck.

I only wait for that next cold-hearted someone to approach me just to say,
"Well jee, doesn't life suck."

YOU ARE BEAUTY, YOU ARE TRUE

Beauty, is every bit of your flawed face and unruly hair,
With hints of shortcomings here and there.
Tattered edges, And soulful pledges-
That you will not conform to the shallow words of society
And their unrealistic definitions of Beauty.
Because beauty my dear , is also the very courage to face your fears.
The ethereal knowledge of empathy, compassion and a kind soulful tact.Things the world most dearly lacks.
So, thats beauty dictated out for you, For you ARE beauty and you are TRUE.

The tides.

Push and pull.

Back and forth.

You pull me up,

while you slowly sink,

Now I pull you up,

and somehow it repeats.

Will there be light at the end of the tunnel?

----

I thought love was enough

to heal broken wounds.

But it seems time is more powerful

or maybe time and love coincide,

and that it is in the patience of waiting

for you

that you and i

will truly heal.

She told me to look up at the stars on a clear winter night

She told me people are beautiful and in every darkness, there is light

She held me close when I cried and wiped away my tears

She told me not to believe the named given by my peers

She taught me to look at the world how she saw it

Not a mere group of rude people living on a non-magical planet

There is beauty in everything, and everything we do

Everything has a reason, even if we have no clue

She taught me how to love and how to smile through hardest times

And all those things she taught me still occasionally come to mind

But it's harder to believe them since she never taught me

People leave

RIP ❤

"BIRTHDAY"~

Birthday wishes, birthday fun

how much fun turning "?-1"

You thought you had it,

my age that is,

well you didn't

because thats "my" biz~

Birthday wishes, Birthday fun,

not sure its fun turning "?-1"

I still won't share it

you still won't see,

my Birthday age

thats up to me~

to share with you

for me to disclose

age is just a number

I guess, I suppose?

Birthday wishes, Birthday fun,

how much fun turning ?-"1"

No balloons, No cake, no party for me,

So I let it go, I let it be~

Birthday wishes, birthday fun,

so much fun turning "?-1"

but its ok, I guess? I'll see?

I'll let it go, I'll let it be~

Birthday wishes, birthday fun,

so much fun turning "?-1"

Today's my day, a day so free

So I say Happy Birthday,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME~

I am but a small voice

In a small, small world

I am but a little bird

Trying to be heard

I am but a length of yarn

Waiting for the loom

I am but a rosebud

Striving to bloom

I am but a lock of hair

In a beautiful curl

I am but a young soul

Just a little girl

I am but a small voice

But someday I will be heard

I am but a chick now

But someday I'll soar like a bird

Shhh i'm screaming

i'm screaming,

but no one hears.

i'm crying,

but no one notices.

i'm dying,

but no one is grieving.

I complain,

but no one cares

i smile,

but inside i'm screaming

i laugh,

but inside i'm crying,

i live,

but inside i'm dying

I applaud,

but inside i'm complaining

i always think that if someone loved me, they would notice

good boys don't get noticed

good boys die a million, quiet, long death