A Crazy Tale Of Life As A Writer

A Torn Heart

My heart is torn,

My scars fresh.

Bleeding, Weeping, Crying out.

I wait for you to come back,

Back into my arms

Time passes,

My hope fades.

My worst fears realized,

You won’t be coming back.

My life shatters into a million pieces,

I won’t be okay,

Cause your no longer with me.

You were my life line,

For you use to heal me.

I Just Can’t

awakenedphilosopher:

           how can….

   two

           small

                      words

lead to so much pain
welling up inside my chest
and drowning me
in my own sorrows

just…

            I

                     can’t

two small words

            I

                     can’t 

Well I can’t accept that
I can’t believe that all this
has been some illusion
some cruel farce

I

        Just

                    can’t… 

(and I’m sorry)

The Testimony of a Heart

He gave me to you,

To hold and to cherish for all eternity.

He looked at you a way I had never seen before,

You had drawn him out of his dark world of misery, grief, and struggles.

He had an actual flame of hope in his eyes.

Your flattery infected his body,

 Drawing him closer to you.

I became more vulnerable around you,

For he let down my walls.

You mad him feel warm and safe,

You made me flutter.

You truly had me in the palms of your hands.

Then you happened.

The truth came out and shattered me.

He thought you cared,

He thought you actually loved him.

You lead him on.

The result of this,

Pain so much unexplainable pain.

Do you even know the hurt you caused?

I am broken,

Laying hacked at your feet

Barely hanging on,

Slowly attempting to revive myself.

Though you did teach us a lesson,

Never love again.

Always and Forever

One glance was all it took

Time stood still

My breath stopped

My heart beat twice as fast

I knew deep in my soul

I had found you at last

The joy I felt

Could not be stopped

Love in my heart for you I held

A thousand years

This is what many offer

I would offer it too

But it is not enough for you

So down on my knees

I say this to you

Always, forever

I will love you

 Time has lost it’s meaning

 I am yours since today

 Take my hand my love

 And I promise to give you the world

 Come what may

 Let others have their say

 I do not care

 I love you

Always, forever

 My heart bursts with this feeling

For now I see

It is not love no

It is something more

Something greater that mere words cannot describe

Always, forever

Those words will have to do

 To show how much I love you.

True Love

Your chest sinks in and out,
As we breathe in unison.

Your body wrapped up in mine,
Pulling me deeper into your grasp.
You whisper in your sleep,
How much you love me.
A smile forms on my face,
Reminding me how much I love you.
The sun infects the room,
Making me hold you tighter.
For I know I will have to let go.
Anxiety builds in my chest,
Then you awake.
You stare deep in to my mind,
Filling every corner of my brain.
Soothing the tension,
Then I know it will be okay.

The Hidden Beauty

See that young woman?
She is as lovely and delicate as a blossom,
Yet she hides who she is from the world.
She is afraid of letting people get too close, 
For she has been trampled many times.

Consider the ruby-red rose;
It is beautiful beyond compare,
Yet thorns march across its emerald stem for protection.
It takes an understanding heart 
To accept the rose’s thorns and still see beauty.

To understand these fragile flowers,
You must have patience;
Wait for them to bloom and open up to you,
Because you will discover
That the true beauty is hidden within.

Just a thought…

Words may sting,
But silence is what kills the heart.

Last Thing

You don’t notice me
But I notice you
When you’re not by me
I always feel so blue

I wish there was something
Just something there
But this is impossible
Because you don’t even care

I still love you though 
I know that much is true
For at night when I sleep
I always dream of you

I must face the fact
That you see others. Not me
I know this to be true
And so we can never be

So now I bid this dream farewell
Along with you too
Enjoy this one note
Because it’s the last thing I’m giving you

the-chic-urban-chick asked: Do you think of yourself as an attractive person? If yes, why? If no, still why?

Hmm…hard question. At times i find my actions and reflection more attractive, but at other times i just want to scratch my face off i hate it so much. I have nk clue why…people tell me im attractive but most times i dont see it.

the-chic-urban-chick asked: Did I do this? I guess if I did I have to ask an actual question now. Hmmm... Are your poems inspired by real people and things you've been through or something you read about or just thought of?

Both, inspiration strikes me at every corner! It could be anything from an ant crawling on the sidewalk to something  someone says.