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There once was a queen
Who was very mean
Amara was her name
Tricks were her game
Her tricks were sly
And she could fly
She was above the rest
For no one good best her
I wonder if you know that I love you
With all of my broken, twisted love,
With all of the love you threw back at me,
And all the indifference you used to drown me.
I fight the love you give me;
On her face she wore a smile,
Battered heart out of sight
Masks hid her from society,
Holding her up they watched her fall from the height.
There are so many languages known to man
And so many lost in translation
I can tell You I love You in quite a few
but the feeling is lost on it's way to meet expectations
Once upon a time a story was told
A tale well known and ever so old
Adapted to suit the mind of kids,
Now wrong and lost, wandering amid
So I am here to share today
The truest of truths known to date
Once upon a time
not long ago,
there lived royal siblings
who lived as foe.
This story is different
Whether you were told I was stolen or given
my story was shared.
The ending never right,
but nobody cared.
Here's what happened, so pay attention.
To this day I'm still unsure
She escaped the world so full of hate and turmoil.
Her life a mess,
Her reality frightening and uncertain.
Becoming distant, hostile and detatched.
It's as if she were gone, as if she cracked.
Life is a journey through the woods
And I’m stuck in a bitter-sweet loop
Many times, I’ve sworn I’ll change, but
I've got the scars on my heart to prove my pain
After this I will never be the same
You say I only have me to blame
But you, the liar, should feel ashamed
I've got scars on my heart to to show why I cry
You would call out into your restless night,
“I need an Angel that will end my fight, one that brings daybreak upon my endless night.”
But the storm raged on, unwavering.
"You Motherfucker"
She said as she let the darkness within her
That she suppressed and kept hidden for
so long, awaken.
Rendering him powerless
with every word she spoke.
*Throwback Poem: This poem was written way back in 2010, when I was about 11, and thought I was Edgar Allan Poe!! Haha!*
Dripping with violence,
I don't believe in fairy tales.
Happy endings are
More often than not
A figment of the mind,
A dream during rest,
A star in the sky,
And a weight on the heart.
I’m no Cinderella
Never lost a glass slipper
Never got prince charming
I’m no Cinderella
Always felt strange
Faraway
Slipping away
Always felt strange
They took an oath of protections
and we gave them are trust.
Yet in the end it's those we trust our protectors.
That are our demise.
We are never the people we were meant to be.
Bruised, torn, and can't be altered by therapy.
For our brains are damaged,
Brainwashed indeed. By the ones we love
And by those we never see.
Left with a broken smile,
A twisted girls mind
Can take you a mile
Through the decisions she's made
She's haunted by pain
Brought to light to see
The only good decision she ever made
I searched for love where it truly did not exist.
I searched,
And I searched, and I searched,
And left the same way I came,
Empty handed.
Her small hand touches the moist fabric of my shirt,
wrapping her arm around me as if she forgot how to comfort me.
I don't blame her.
She's right. We don't know each other anymore
I write to escape, to embody myself in a world free of space and time where my pen can't keep up with my mind as I overflow with rhyme expressing my love, expressing my life.
I write to release,
I write to not feel.
I write to express feelings that I know are real.
I write when I'm confused,
I write when I'm alone,
I write when there's no one but myself at home.
I sing a twisted song
A song of lies and lives once lived -
I sing it when I sleep
And when I wake, it cradles me -
I am a slave to the song.
I sing a twisted song
My selfish self wants to stand out and shine,
Like the glowing eyes from the roadside in the night
Making many folks alert of my existence.
Yet, all my life I’ve been watching from behind those dazzling bright eyes,
i write because others write
one day i heard someone speak without making a sound
the book opened on my lap spilled with words that were so loud
at the end of every sentence and/or phrase, was a bold statement
Why I write
The externalization of my internal fight
My words take flight
What I convey not always a delight
The emotions are real,
Flashing before your eyes
Masquerading in my desguise
I used to be depressed
And at times I even desired death
My feelings were strong and extreme
It was the consequence
Of trials and times
That clearly took a toll on me
I record dreams.Not because I believe they are full of meaning,But because they were something I experienced,And I don't like to forget,That which I have experienced.
ITS IN MY SOUL TO EXPPRESS MY INNER THOUGHTS
THAT SCREAMING VOICE THAT NO ONE CAN TOUCH
TAKES OVER MY FINGERS
THAT BRINGS NO FEAR
IM UNTOUCHABLE WHEN I HAVE A PEN NEAR
Why I write
is simply so
when my words sprout wings
and take off into my soul
my mind and spirit
filled with dismay
writing is the ticket
as I take on the soul train
Why I write
I believe that in order for someone to truly develop and mature
they must invest in themselves.
In order to invest in themselves they must recognize what type of person he or she is
Poetry is more than words
put together in rhymes and stanzas.
It’s more than a couplet
Or even iambic pentameter.
To me it iss utter expression.
A way to scream and shout
You use them to communicate,
you use them to express your hate,
you use them to depict your fate,
you use them to inovate.
but i use them to fight,
i use them to make things right,
Words written in led or words written in ink;
whenever I find a chance, I really begin to think.
Words written in red or words written in pink;
When I find the chance to write, it feels like it was meant to be.
limit of limitations are limitless when i script dreams onto a blank page filled with ideas just awaiting to happen. The thought that no one or nothing could say that im wrong.
You say I was your Cinderella.
The problem, though, is that
Prince Charming doesn’t lie
and Cinderella isn’t supposed
to be a troubled soul.
I think, if I have to be a princess,
I’d rather be Fiona,
I twist my lips until all the truth comes out,
But you grab my words and dump it all in the trash.
You shake me up until your truth comes out,
But they never fall because they are all lies.
I'm twisted twisted up inside
drowning in this love for you
the knot in my throat
only worse with every fleeting moment
Hush little baby don’t say a word
Or daddy’s gonna shoot you like a mocking bird
If that little wound don’t hurt like a bi*ch
Daddy’s gonna abandon you on a roadside ditch
pulling out my hair
drowning in despair
Cinderella made me believe in happily ever after
and driving into the sunset chased by laughter
even though her prince left her
because of the baby weight
Pitter, Patter
Scitter, Scatter
Mice on the floor
Bump, Thump
Rock, Knock
Who’s at the door?
Scratching
Screaming
I bet she’s bleeding
Cleaning is such a chore
Wailing
