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People obsess with shoes,
Their styles, their differences,
Never do they really look,
Never do they really see.
I look around and there they are,
They go with everything,
No matter where we are.
Chilling in a dress, or some super shorts,
With my jeans, skirts or anything in between.
They scream at me as if they have a voice,
That logo looking so sweet, the shape of a star.
I try them on and I am happy,
They are comfy and cozy,
They look like me.
Converse, oh how you have been there,
Through the mud and the muck,
The one true friend, a girl could have,
You're my diamond, my chuck love.
UnconditionalA mother's love is unconditional,
Even if she can't keep them,
She thinks about him all the time,
And all the "what if's".
After every visit she cries to her friends,
Their hugs and love always ascends.
She wonders if she could,
But knows that she shouldn't.
And thanks the amazing family that would.
Her oldest loves and plays with her,
And she asks if she was wrong,
To take away a brother,
He hasn't seen in so long.
But love is unconditional,
Even if visits are brief.
She knows it's the best thing.
And shallows all the grief.
armywife pt 2You're on your way home,
But already out the door,
Their sending you away again,
And it's a stab in my heart.
I have missed you so much,
And cried more then I should.
You're away from me again,
Before our life even starts.
But that's the payment,
For loving you.
Because its never going to get easy,
My pain flies off the charts.
Being an Army wife is never fun,
But what must be done, must be done.
Light unfinishedAs I wade through the darkness, you're light is uninspiring. Not reassuring, and only damnation can lie ahead if I continue your path.
You're promises of attraction are an unjust cause and as I fall for it, I realize that it is all a lie. I realize what has happened, and what I have done, and I curse you're name.
The fire burns inside, both good and bad, as your image enters my mind. Its love, but I resent it. Its hate, but I try and deny it.
ComplicationsWhy do I think of you,
Cry for you,
Die for you,
sigh for you.
Why do I lie to myself,
Wish for you,
Miss only you,
See just for you.
You can into my life and
I don't understand,
I can't comprehend,
I'm completely unhinged.
I just want to be with you,
Love for you,
Hug on you,
Kiss with you.
But my thoughts go unspoken,
it only complicates.
HeartacheHow much more can I stand,
My heart rips strand by strand.
I don't know what to do.
This feeling isn't even new.
The pressure won't go down.
Now I have to do everything alone.
I try to cry without a sound,
No, not even a moan.
Is crazy the right word
As my eyes become blurred,
I just don't know what to do,
I really need you.
Frustration isn't the word
Maybe it could be crazy?
But still I try to be unheard
My mind and heart is hazy.
Life has become to hard,
And my own is so charred.
The only light is soon to be gone,
Not to return with the dawn.
All aloneAs I lay awake and know you're not here,
I think of the future and how it's oh so near.
Your all I see around me,
And your everything I see.
All I can do is wait for you to come home,
But just for now I'm all alone.
Baby you're my everything,
You can even make my heart sing.
I dream for you,
I scream for you.
In everything I do.
I listen to our song,
And all I do is long.
My heart will break,
All it does is ache.
You drive me crazy,
By just a thought so lazy.
It makes my heart leap,
So badly that I can't sleep.
I wait for you to come home,
But for now I'm so alone.
just a dreamAs you sleep,
A light touch on your leg,
You think it's a dream,
Snuggle up close,
He touches you arms
And kisses your shoulders
You think it's a dream,
Not realizing the truth,
And when you awake,
You hold him close.
You think it's a dream
He stayed because you're his bestfriend
But something more happened.
An unexpected end.
You think it's a dream
Sweet realizing love,
Moves between you two,
Not realizing why this happened
Or even what more to do.
You think it's a dream
Because while you made love
You cant help but smile
And be glad it was him
UsedWhen I think of my life,
I can't help but smile.
I've been given so much.
But if you look closer,
You can start to see,
The big things I've been given,
Are simply outnumbered.
I give so much,
Not even thinking twice,
Just to try my hardest ,
To make them happy.
I give and give
And hardly take,
But still it seems
That it is never enough.
No matter how I try
Someone seems to get hurt,
The few times I take,
People always end in a cry.
Never truly forgiven
For some of these things,
So I end up crying myself to sleep
Thinking of the used and of using.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
under controlThe thought protrude into my mind.
I can't stop thinking about it,
I can't stop dreaming about it.
I see it everywhere.
It's driven in my mind.
It's engraved into the walls.
My mind wills it away,
But my heart just brings it back.
I'm going insane here,
And I don't understand.
You're always there,
The thoughts repeated,
And three words come to mind.
I cry it away,
And sigh through the day.
Because I know its true.
And I never truly knew.
But I love you,
And I'm no longer in control.
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