The Battle

I’ve won the battle
I’ve won the whole war
You thought you would have me
Every ounce
But today you have nothing
Empty and with no purpose
You saught for my soul
And have came out with nothing

I’ve become stronger
I’ve overcomed adversity
Something you didn’t plan on
Hell, I didn’t either
Here..we..are
Trading places

Like usher says,
“Tonight you are on top
and tonight I’m on the bottom”
On the bottom you will remain
Wondering why?
Screaming why?
Like I once was

Today I’ll be moving
Right along
Over this
and
Certainly over you

Pretend

I pretend I’m okay

I pretend that my world is the same

I pretend I’m alive

I pretend to survice

I pretend not to care

I pretend that you’re there

I pretend to have no fears

I pretend to be you

I pretend to have a clue

I pretend not to miss how I loved

I wish I never budged

Maybe then I wouldn’t be sitting here

Pretending

Instead surrendering

To what use to be

 

*Today I guess it was repetition day …this poem is for some one special–hope you like it <3

 

I miss the way  I could lay my head on the clouds

And forget about the world

I miss the night cool breeze

That gently swayed me to sleep

I miss the sunlight that warmed my face

I miss the rain drops that caress my curves as they fall

I miss the dance of the leaves by my feet

I miss the smell of freshly cut grass

I miss it all

I miss sanity

Abstract

If you try to find me

You have to go deep

Deep within yourself

Deeper outside the box

I’m not ordinary

I’m not easily found

Don’t confuse me with a puzzle

Where the pieces all seem to match

Mines are ever changing;

With the blink of an eye

They are sometimes hard to catch

 

I’m abstract art

Placed in a dull room

You either see me

And can make some sense of it all

Rigidness to smoothness

Curves to plateaus

Or you simply can’t and move on

Because your mind is closed

 

I’m  not like you

At times I’m nothing like me

I have no definition

Because I’m yet to be set free

 

If you are lucky enough to find me

Don’t sell me out

Instead hide with me

Or I will leave with all the pieces of  you

Hound Dogs

Hound dogs clawing at the walls in my mind

Trying to unleash

My hidden thoughts

Things that don’t make sense

Things that should be confined

Perversion, cruelty, deceit,

Evil doings,

Simply sick contraptions

 

The hounds never seem to let up

Their claws go deeper

Their vicious growl goes louder

The walls are weak

They crumble beneath their paws

 

Set free

To wreak havoc

In an already unstable mind

 

They hunt,

They prey

For the next spot of weakness

Until there is nothing more to devour

Until the emptiness

Swallows me

Been gone for quite some time….rough times. But with all that- comes inspiration for more writing. I will be updating my blog soon with lots of poetry for everyone to enjoy. Feels good to be back

Thaw

The way he says my name

Makes me smile

Makes my emotions inflame

 

The way he shows he care

Makes me have hope

That I can be repaired

 

The way he compliments my every flaw

Makes me want to dive right into his arms

And thaw

 

Thaw, the coldness around my heart

That no one has ever attained

It requires some kind of art

Some kind of persistence

It takes his good heart

 

This is my entry for Thursday Poets Rally Week 35

Poetry potluck wk 14- Writing

I write to set free emotions

To remember the tears

And to somehow forget the commotions

 

Writing is my therapy, my sanity

The words that come out of me have a yearning to live

They have their own vanity

 

These words come to life

As soon as they hit the air

Cutting through like a knife

 

These words are me

Who I am

They are merely the debris of my heart

 

Jingle Poetry

Potluck week 13- Escape

In my dream

Life is sweet

Sweet as this butterscotch ice cream

People are eccentric just like me

Not hypocrites or judgmental

Going about their life carefree

There is laughter

There is  love

Nothing looks bad hereafter

I wish I could live in my dreams

Today, Tonight, Tomorrow

I’m tired of the same regimes

I need an escape from this place

I need an escape to survive

I want to live in my dreams, where I can decide the pace

Where I can change it all in an instant

Let’s escape to this imaginary place

My dreams

 

This is my entry for the Potluck week 13 on Jingle Poetry

Guest Blogger- Sarai

Whose To Blame?

 

Some part of me wants to blame You for allowing me to fall for him.

Part of me wants to ask You why You let my emotions get so deeply involved.

I want to cry out and ask why You let me love him so much when he could care less about me.

Why did You let him kiss me? Why did You allow him to touch me?

Some part of me wants to ask why didn’t You protect my heart better.

 

You helped me keep my ground when it came to others.

You helped me wait for over five years

But he came along and effortlessly had everything I held back on for so long.

 

I want to ask You why was it so easy for me to fall for him.

Why did You allow me to fall for someone who would only hurt me?

Someone who doesn’t even want to be friends.

I wonder  why you didn’t you make me stronger when it came to him.

 

I want to blame You for this heartache I’m feeling

But in reality it was all my fault.

I let him kiss me. I wanted him to.

I let him use me.

I let him come and go as he pleased.

I knew there were others he paid more attention to.

I knew he wasn’t giving me what I deserved

But I stayed.

 

I wish I could blame him. I sometimes want to blame You

But it was me all along.

I am to blame.

 

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