If you wait around for someone who has nothing to give, you’ll end up right back where you started. With nothing. Nothing but regrets and numbered days and years of irretrievable time- time that could’ve been spent building a future with the right man instead of turned upside down being miserable with the wrong one.
Under pressure
Happiness is
Being warmed from the inside
From a light nobody but you can see
From that little knowing that
everything is going to be okay
From that little light grows a bigger light
And that bigger light turns to a spark
Into an out if control fire
Until that fire burns all the evils to the ground
And all that’s left, is ash
And the ash that’s left after the fire has died
Gets compressed, into the earth
The pressure over many years
Creates a beauty that lasts forever
Forming diamonds
Sparkling bright, shining true
No Ragerts
It was a beautiful day that sparked my fancy
Decided it was worth it to go outside
To shake the mood i have been carrying
And start seeing the world in a different light
It was the other side of the street that seemed so nice
I found the grassy knoll perched so high
Crowned with trees and a bench or two
And so i decided that it would be my sanctuary
It was a green light and so i started walking
A soft breeze picking up the hem of my skirt
And it seemed like the perfect place and time
And that’s when i fell in love with the world
It was a screeching car that caught my attention
I barely turned to see what’s the matter
The car ran smack into me. i lost consciousness
Nothingness. but if i never left, i would have never felt that first love. my only love
A distant memory
Remembering that cold windy day still makes me shiver, the smell of wet dirt and grass tickling my nose while the clouds told their own foreboding tune with echos from far off into the distance towards were I had my eyes fixated at the woods. They played the song of everything to come within the next few weeks, the summer fading as quickly as it seemed to have come.
Caterpillar
Change transformation
Can be beautiful no matter what
Every being is necessary
Hunger
Strength
Sweetness
Times you blew it
1. Mr Jones class
2. Prom
3. 2010
4. 2011
5. 2012
6. June 25, 2014
7. March 2016
8. April 26, 2016
9. August 12, 2016
10. April 11, 2020
11. May
12. June
13. July
14. August
15. September
16. October
17. November
Broken glass
If there was one thing in the world
That I could have
I just want to disappear…
Just be gone forever
I would never had bothered anyone
Or screwed up their plans
To never have existed
Would be my one wish that I hope
Would come true
I’m crushed, crumbled, fallen
Just pieces of glass
No more reflection just gone
Gone, I want to die to never
See this broken world ever again
Or maybe my eyes are broken
And I don’t see the world
The way I should see the world.
Crumbs
When a song can’t say it all
I like to say it myself
Because if I don’t, I know I won’t
It will not come out at all
When words can’t express how I feel
I like to show it any way I can
Because if I don’t, I know I won’t
I’ll just walk away as fast as I can
When words and actions can’t say it all
I like to sit and think to myself
Because if I don’t,I know I won’t
It will all come crumbling down
Wants and Needs
I want to go to a place where the dirt smells different in the rain.
Where I don’t recognize the smell and feel of home
To feel the warmth of the sun upon my face
Wind blowing in my hair So I absolutely know that I am free
To feel foreign sand between my toes and relish in the feeling that I escaped
Letter to George
Dear George
I guess this will be the final straw
Drawn as messy as your doodles
All over your pads and mine
Filled with blood
You left me alone to deal with
Our mistake a second time
Was never on our side
Neither was your temperament
Or the way I need assurance
What you call neediness
Is me reaching out
Just asking for love
From my one person
What you call needing space
Is actually you being selfish
Because your reaction
Your lack of involvement
In any way possible
Dusting your hands
Of any involvement or feeling
Are there still beautiful things?
In the space that is supposed
To hold your soul?
The first time a miscarriage
This time a miscarriage abortion
Tell me again
How I never talk
About how I feel, to be real
When you don’t want to talk
To me at all
Well here they are
All the times I wanted to talk
But the wall you keep up
Makes it impossible
To feel safe enough
To open right up
And bare my heart and soul
To someone who wouldn’t even offer
To pay to get rid of
Your fetus.
Cant pay up with support
Won’t pay up physically
Wash your hands
Shake them out
And let them air dry out
Side is where you never go
Out of your comfort zone
All the distasteful jokes I made
To hide my hurt and pain
About having to get rid of something
I once wanted so badly with you before.
I now realize I’d been a fool
A fool still in love
With someone who
Could never love me the way I deserve
Poetry Witch 