mirror

life like a mirror

a piece of shattered glass

your heart like glass

thrown to the ground shattered

shattered with so much pain

pain thatll never go away

when you gotta pick up the pieces

its like a razor hitting your skin

feeling like shattered glass all over again

bitch

this poem and words written on paper is about me and my best friends and how shes not

allowed to love because her parents say so

this world i assure you is so screwed up

im seventeen and have seen people be judged day by day

my best friend shes in love with another girl i accept them and love both of them

who cares what gender they are

love is love

baby i love you with all my heart

im sorry i cant be with you this world its fucked up

why cant we just live in a world where everyone can live in peace and harmony

where age or race or gender doesnt matter

this world baby its tearing me down and shattering me into pieces like a mirror falling

i can tell im going to cry myself to sleep tonight because the person in my house

my own goddamn mother shes preventing me from seeing you

baby she doesnt see you like i do

shes you as a monster as someone whos gonna hurt me just

she has excuse after excuse of why i cannot love you

but baby lets make her see how i love you

i love you and i wanna be with you

and laugh at charlie sheen on my couch

swing on the swing in your arms by the garage

make jokes and get laughs and see your smile

your beautiful smile

kylie and alicia

how dare you
how dare you call your self a mom
you cant accept my happiness
why cant you just accept that she loves me

mom shes not a hazard to my health not even to heart
shes no different then you and me
she loves me shes a person too
all people they love the same

mom shes in college
shes studying nursing ya know
she makes me feel so giddy and happy inside
shes likes moo cows and charlie sheen and peter griffin just like i do
she makes me happier more then anything in the world

mom i love you but its not fair mom its not fair why cant you just let me love her
you and dad love eachother so what if shes the same gender
shes caring sweet funny and intelligent
most importantly she beautiful inside and out
she has a past who cares doesnt everyone

mom these are my final words im sorry you feel the way you do
but kylie loves me and i love her
i want to run under rainbows and swing on swings and be in love with her
she s gives me butterflies
i love you but im sorry

anonnn

There is nothing that I could say
Nothing I can do
Nothing I could possibly wish for
That would make you see
See what I mean and say and think
To make you see me

I want to be the best
I thought I was the best
The best I could be
But it seems I have failed once again
Now I can''t breathe
I can''t think
I can''t write or sing
Because I have nothing to say
NOthing to do
Nothing that could say to you
To make you look at me
And see me running
Running away from you
Can''t you see it yet
See the tears
See the pain and fear
The hurt and hoplessness
No...
No you don''t
You can''t see it
There is nothing I could say
Nothing I could do
To make you see me
The me under the surface

never ending

she lies sleeping, dreaming,
tossing and turning,
there is no comfort for her, no one,
beads of sweat pour down her porcelain face,
her palms grip onto the silk sheets,
royalty has its penalties.

once she was radiant,
the sun shone over her soul,
she was happy,
she was still there.

now her memories are haunting her,
every night they cut into her,
unable to fight back, she follows them,
stumbling out of comfort she falls,
eyes tight shut, in constant pain,
she creeps down the staircase.

graceful but innocent like a child,
she cries into the darkness, no reply,
mother and father once lived here,
now they pull her head down to insanity,

guilt-ridden and cold,
her hands glide across the window sill,
her feeble body reaches for the shutters,
moonlight beams through the cracks,
once open the moon shines on her form,
the shadows lurk behind her.

slowly she climbs out of the room,
entering a new world,
closed eyes unable to see,
long way down, no way back,
a stolen kiss from the cross, she jumps,
falling, flying, but still dreaming....

...her eyes will never open.

untittled

love is powerful, but pain is stronger
both affect us, and make our hearts ponder
every slightest detail, each and every word
cuts you to the bone, and makes you act a bit obsurd