January 2012
2 posts
what's real?
No wonder people are fake these days.
If you’re real, people shoot you down.
You write a poem about an actual problem,
people say it’s “too personal.”
What about the people that wrote about sex?
Isn’t THAT too personal?
But no, people applaud it.
Seriously, what’s wrong with the world?
I’d like to live in the Roaring 20’s,
before the...
naivete
I find myself hating people too often.
I just watched Ben Breedlove’s video on Youtube.
I wish more than anything I had met him before he died.
If I mention one of my heart problems, most people try to change the subject or make jokes out of it.
Can’t people for once just let me vent?
Can’t they for once respect there damn bodies?
Me and him have bodies that are so effed...
November 2011
6 posts
why I feel ugly...
it is not because I do not look like the models on magazines,
it is because of the men in my life who have beat me down…
the name calling, fat, ugly,
people call me skinny, but I do not see it,
people call me pretty, but I am not looking in the same mirror.
all I see if the past, fat, ugly,
all I see is the so-called-men who have called me horrible names.
I just want a man to call me...
“if I die young, bury me in satin,
lay me down on a bed of roses,
sink me in...”
– the band perry - “If I Die Young”
April 2011
1 post
the depression
why is it everyone seems to move forward, but I stay in place?
it’s not like I’m not trying, I work my butt off, but what do I get?
why are nice people stepped on, while jerks push ahead?
why do people hurt me, when I go out of my way to help?
why does everyone else seem to have a better, easier time?
why do I have to fight to be happy, but other people carry it in bulk?
when do...
January 2011
1 post
seventeen forever
I’m gonna miss being 17.
I wanna stay a kid forever.
Being 18 has it’s charms, but all the responsibilities are gonna suck.
I don’t know why in this past week leading up to my birthday, I’ve become so nostalgic about being 17.
Everything I’ve read on random occasions this week has had something about wishing they were 17 again, and how it’s the best time.
...
September 2010
3 posts
The difference between you and me?
The difference between you and me?
You have blue eyes,
I have green.
You’re a ho,
I’m fo sho.
I'll be back just for you.
“I don’t know why you’re leaving me, But I know you must have your reasons, There’s tears in you eyes, I watch as you cry.”
I’ll never forget the day he left to be in McFly.
We called each other everyday after he left. After a week it became every other day. After another week it became every week. Then every other week. Next it was every month. Soon...
I’m not over you just yet.
I sat there, staring blankly at the box in front of me.
Everybody moved around me in a blur.
This was a mere dream.
I began to ponder over memories we shared.
Like how we first met.
Two years ago.
I strolled along the paved walkway.
I was on my lunch break.
Trying to take a break from the boring reality that is my life.
My trance was broken by me falling on my bum.
A tall curly haired...
April 2010
1 post
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
– Dr. Seuss