I'm a wonderful age of 18 going on 19 this fall. and I just have to say that writing is one of my passions..i can never go without one day of thinking of new ways to write..i can't even go without watching a movie and seeing how I could write a part..or looking at someone in school..and write about them...I hope you enjoy the poems I post up...though I fear they might not be wonderful or good, but I try..most of them are what I really feel inside about things..about people, about morals, about anything that comes to mind. May seem overrated for a 18 year old girl but sometimes you have to be older so other people can get you. Complex yes, but easy to achieve on some level.
Writing is my way of getting there, of making people understand the pain I bury, the fear, the hate, the anger I feel everyday. Though I smile and say I love you to my friends, it doesn't mean I'm a truly happy person. Me doing that proves that I'm a person that hides in her room at night, sobbing the wounds that will never go away. Writing is my way of escaping the real world, and seeing them with new eyes, ones that don't belong to me..but to the words that lay so deep in my soul that just need to be let loose. To be let free of everything that hangs on my heart. Writing has always been my retreat, my sanctuary of peace and quiet and somehow...hopefully it will make the world understand.
Staring into a shattered mirror,
Only dead eyes; a forbidden place.
No life nor joy. No chance or hope.
No choice but to let it go.
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Crawling in my skin,
These wounds they will not heal.
Keeping me from light,
I want to breathe again.
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Tears are words
They have a story to tell
From a shattered heart
Who knows the story well.
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Chucked over my shoulder,
Without a look behind.
This false key of yours,
Is no longer mine.
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Placed deep in my front pocket;
Lays a sercet of unknown strength.
Written so carefully by a trembling hand;
Dotted with tears no one sees fall.
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