Just a teenage girl trying to figure out what the world of writing is all about.
Raised from birth to live for Him With faith that never flickers dim Take for granted He is there Never question, never dare On the cross they say he died Long he hung there, stabbed and tied And...
Rain, rain, don't go away It's not like you can ruin my day Don't bother to leave Don't worry 'bout me Why don't you just stay.
...To go through my phone and find every single picture of him deleted. ...To scroll through my contacts and find that his number isn't there.
I just need to complain to someone...not my usual write I open the word document and begin to type what I should; boring, formal, meaningless sentences on a topic I could care less about.
I have not a word to write The paper's never seemed so white My pen is weeping opaque tears I'm overwhelmed with creeping fears It appears my words have abandoned me In a tacit, calm, cacophony...
#sundayrepost. Just stringing words together. Dragging them along. Patching up the letters. Into sentences and songs. Recycling old worn out poems. Restructuring the meaning.
I awoke and touched a hand to my cheek. Received a reminder of just how weak. I've grown over the last few days. When I felt the tears rolling down my face. I supposed that you were in my dreams.
What if... What if we went to the moon. Just us, my love.
Me frustrated with homework... Polygons lying all over the page Arguing, shoving, demanding in rage "Vicky, what's the length of my side?" How 'bout this angle.
Please, don't make me push you away. With the sweet, heartfelt, words that you say. I've told you, I won't go there again. We'll have to be nothing if we can't be friends.
Just stringing words together. Dragging them along. Patching up the letters. Into sentences and songs. Recycling old worn out poems. Restructuring the meaning. I'm at a loss, I can't convey.
#sundayrepost "Mirror, mirror, tell me quick Are my thighs too big, too thick. Foundation seems a slight bit off At my pimples, will they scoff. "Oh mirror dear, what DO you think.
Nothing. I have nothing to say. Absolutely nothing.
Please don't make me want you. Please don't break my heart. Please don't say you love me. As we kiss under the stars. Please don't stack the deck. So that my hand you will win.
The sunset shone a reddish gold. Upon two girls, just eight years old. They twirled and spun, they sang and danced. Lost within a youthful trance. A coffee table was their stage.
Worth it.
#acrostic W anting, waiting, hoping I n the wee hours of the morn S orry that you H ad the thought, but E xpecting S omething more.
I am determined to make this rhyme, So dearest, goodnight (Did that sound alright?).
Suffocating in the darkness One thought keeping me awake I'm exhausted, but the journey To the dreamlands I can't make Cuz my cellphone lies here next to me Softly whispering your name Begging me...
Please, just one last kiss....
Why is his voice more important than sleep. Why does he have to do this to me.
#myfavoriterepost Two beautiful boys on her mind Two lives waiting to be intertwined One single choice to be made A fragile heart, so easily swayed Two sets of eyes, both light blue Though...
#myfavoriterepost For anyone who's ever had to move...
"You can't help respecting someone who can spell 'Tuesday', even if they don't spell it right" ~Winnie the Pooh .
Two beautiful boys on her mind. Two lives waiting to be intertwined. One single choice to be made. A fragile heart, so easily swayed. Two sets of eyes, both light blue.
"Mirror, mirror, tell me quick Are my thighs too big, too thick. Foundation seems a slight bit off At my pimples, will they scoff. "Oh mirror dear, what DO you think. My blush, is it too dark.
I see crowded round my locker Each eager, worried face All trying first to speak to me And jostling for space But their words aren't consequential To this hassled, headached girl My thoughts block...
"Just a writer in a reading world" ~~~me.
Hey guys, I'm kinda clueless, so where can I find weekly challenges and stuff?.
For anyone who's ever had to move...
#onyxheartcontest1. Shimmering on her silver hair and reflecting from violet eyes. Moonlight wraps her in a cold embrace. Shining on her honey locks and dancing in her amber eyes.
Sinking slowly, the balloon makes an effort to fly again. But the weight is too much. Oxygen not enough. So it hovers there delicately, sliding downwards with each day that passes.
I don't let you see I'm breaking. That my heart is being torn. If what I'm saying hurts at all. It pains me ten times more. You say that it's okay. But it's not alright for me.
Alone but not lonely By myself but not sad.
You say a picture is worth a thousand words.
A torrent of salty tears Trying to drown her broken heart Attempting to ease her fears Aimlessly wondering where you are Heaven or hell.
Who are you and why are you here Next to me Am I blind or is it you. We both cant see It's an illusion, this attraction So shallow, untrue Repeating and rewinding Back to you Is it fooling you.
Everytime you say. Something sweet to melt my heart. It just burns. Knowing I soon won't be yours. For the tides are changing. In my windswept emotions. And I'm aware.
People... Every single one wants a piece of you. They chop you into bits and consume the best parts, until all you're left with is a shell devoid of passion or fervour for life.
Delete it, every sentence. Every picture, message, text. Empty words that mattered once. But leave you now perplexed. Delete them, heavy memories. The laughs, the hugs, the tears.
I'll be about to post a poem, but then I remember all the exquisite pieces some of the writers here are capable of, and my 'best' work seems inadequate. Only me?.
You've lost me with your silence. With your ever-present, never-changing silence With your wordless, painful silence. Chilled, icy, impenetrable silence.
The world lusts after me. (But into temptation I shall not fall). It washes over me unceasingly. (But I have firm roots under all). They claw at me desperately. (But I slowly fight them back).
Too much pain Too much passion Too much love Too much hate Can society be satisfied. Can we it's fears abate.
I lay in my bed. and I stare into space. Eyes open, mind shut. Not asleep nor awake. My deep inner conscience. Rarely woken, disturbed. Knows all my dark secrets. Pictures and words.
I say you look different, you ask me why Vague and untruthful is my reply But I am aware, deep down inside It's not you, it's me. You've changed in my eyes..