This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me. I put it on when I need safety. It’s there to protect me. When I feel at my most scared, I put it on, and hide my fears. The pain I've seen and the pain I've felt overwhelms me. I can’t undo what I've seen, or even what I've been through. This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me. I've been lied to, hurt, and even lied too, I can’t...
A chain of broken promises, slowly chiseling away at our once solid relationship. "I swear things are different this time"; words I have heard many times before. Momma, once a term of endearment, is now nearly synonymous with betrayal. For months now I have stuck by your side, regardless of how I felt about your decisions, and regardless of how unappreciative you were. I was still under the impression that "your kids are...
My cold, charred, blackened heart:Nobody can mend it...Try as they might, it’s broken.
Looking at old pictures back when we was kids,Ragamuffins looking like we was on greased skids. Clothes, most of the time, was hand me downs,Making us all look like impoverished clowns. I don't ever remember looking at us that way!To me it was just how we lived every day! Poor as church mice, never lived in a castle. Houses so small they were often a hassle. Having to share a bed just seemed to be the norm.Snuggling with...
Hurt and PainDid I fly to highTo burn twirl and diveIrish was your allYou gave love respectFlowered honor loyaltyI gave you pain hurtBroken heart suffering soulWhen will your heart mendHeart sinkingSoul screaming forTime to reset returnLove loyalty respectWhere more than wordsWith tears you said Irish your freeAs once again you showLoyalty honor respectCaregiver to sinnerSinner Irish Shards of heartPieces honorDrops of so...
I thought of you today. First time in a while, I’m sorry to say, But, I finally thought today. I looked for you And found you had gone . No words, nothing. It was silly to have expected more. But I still find myself Thinking of our chats And 'that' But also the hurt. I find myself wishing, Praying almost, That less words had been said... That I had hidden some things from you. But would that have been true? I had a lover...
You fell short of my expectations, took up time and created frustration You knew what to say and what to do, it's as if I was a challenge for you You fed me lies I chose to believe, that was me being naive It was not long before your poison set in and I chose to believe everything you did You had me doubting myself, acting crazy, acting out Always believing it was something I'd done, when it was you turning my words aroun...
It's a rainy day in my eyes, And the tears fall down like in a thunderstorm.If you can look past the tears falling, and look into my eyes,You will see, it's dark, cold, like a thunderstorm. You think I'm the girl, who would fit in a Summer world.Where everything is pretty, and simple and beautiful.But, very few understand, that I go through the day, like in the middle of Winter world.It's dark, and it's scary, and it's as...
What’s fractured can’t be fixed. The dish that has fallenand lays shattered,if not picked up carefully,has dangerous edges that can hurtmore than the loss.The cup with its chipped rimwill never be the same to lipsthat loved to sip from it.That spot will always be a placeto be avoidedlike words better left unsaid.And bones, once broken,the leg, the foot, the arm, the thumbmay heal, perhapsbut always know the achethat dampn...
Hold me close Let my tears run like the river bed Drying it like soft cotton clouds It hurts deeply So deeply It burns like an outed cigarette bud In ashes Black like charcoal Console me My frail voice chants My fragile heart is diagnose Broken Torn Ripped like old quilt sheets I am no more Goddess of love Like Greek or Roman mythology I am in a dilapidated state That my body perfumed By rosary scent is now Stench of hate...
OysterHe walks along the sandy shore,Looking for the perfect place to stop.It takes him a while to find just the right place.He throws down a colourful blanket andSets up his things, ready to write.As he begins to put clever things onto the paper,He notices something at the edge of his vision.His eyes turn to look at it.It is a shell.He sighs, vaguely annoyed by the distraction,Turns back to his work, puts pen to paperTo...
I poured out every thought upon the page, Filling it up with all the rage and anger, That you have instilled inside me. My pen literally quivered, As I held it in my sweaty hand, Yet the words flowed swiftly, As venomous as any snake, And almost as deadly. As I poured the last of the wine into my glass, I reviewed my handiwork. Three pages of anger. Three pages of hurt. An expression of all you’ve done to me, As best as I...
The following poem was written by me. It's my own work. I ask if you re-post it anywhere, you ask for my permission 1st. Thank you.Blade to wrist,Blood to arms,Arms to chest,Chest to heart,Heart to pain.The blade to my wrist,Takes away the pain in my heart.I focus on the pain in my arms,and for a moment it helps me forget the pain in my heart.Once there was love in my heart, and joy,Now most of the time, all I feel is hur...
My eyes start to open and I see mama standing there.As everything become clear, I keep wondering why I'm there.Mama has tears rolling down her face,And I notice that scared hurt lost look in her face.I have this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.Mama comes over, and kisses my forehead and puts a hand on my stomach.“Why am I here?” I ask mama.“Where is Emily?” I ask mama.She looks at me, with those deep blue eyes,and I...
