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  • Tootsie 10:24 pm on April 1, 2019 Permalink | Reply  

    Wow. Time waits for no one 


    I can’t believe how incredibly long it has been since I last posted! Life has completely changed for me and things have finally settled down. Will be posting more poems soon!

    Tootsie😘

     
  • Tootsie 4:46 pm on February 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: confused, empty, lost, , myself, numb, reality   

    Myself 


    Being myself is something I treasure
    Something I never thought could be
    Ripped away from me
    I’ve lost a part of my soul
    I have lost a part of you

    I do not bother to ask the whys
    It is too much pain to bear
    I long for the days
    When someone understood me
    When it was like looking in the mirror

    Yet, now I have nothing
    Not even myself
    When I lost you
    I lost myself
    Who will live with me in my imagination?
    If it is not you and I?

    There is nothing left now
    I’m gone
    You’re gone
    What have we become?
    Superficial emptiness
    Who are now completely numb

     
    • Sarai 5:26 pm on February 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      This is real. One day you will find someone who will compliment you perfectly

    • jannatwrites 5:44 pm on February 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Your words convey so much pain, hopelessness and confusion. I’m sure you’ll find yourself in your emotions and one day, someone will be a companion to your soul- not the keeper of it.

  • Tootsie 6:06 am on February 3, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: first love, heart break, hold, , never, touch, unseen, wanting   

    Never 


    I loved you from the moment I heard your voice
    From the moment you made me laugh
    From the moment I knew you were different

    I loved you more than what was possible
    More than I loved myself
    More than I loved anything

    I loved you because of your soul
    Not because you took care of me
    Not because you cared

    I loved you even though I never laid eyes on you
    But it killed me not to touch you
    But it killed me not to touch you

     
  • Tootsie 1:46 pm on January 31, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: club, club fights, fights, music   

    Club 


    The music dances into the air

    Making its way out of the establishment

    Turning and swerving around the masses

    Waiting in the front door

    To lure you in

    The crowd waits to get passively patted down

     

    Mixes of people from everywhere arrive

    Yet all the same to the beat of the music

    Controlled by the bass

    Seduced by the words

    Subdued by the repetition of it all

    In or out

    You’re captured by it

    Tempted by its attractiveness

     

    Hours and hours pass

    The end is near

    Music slows down

    Last call is on the brink

    The mass becomes more alive

    As if to wake from a slumber

    Jolted back into this reality

     

    Music wants its revenge

    Movements are no longer rhythmic

    But becoming violent

    Fists are formed

    Foul words pollute the air 

    It chokes them

     

    Hectic,chaotic

    They want to break free

    The mass turns on each other

    Bottles are thrown

    Drinks have become confetti

    Women are now unstable creatures

    Where’s the music?

    Where’s the hypnotizing music?

    That once controlled the mass of people

    It has unleashed this madness

    Or has it only shown the 

    REALITY of it all?

     

     

     
    • Sarai 5:28 pm on February 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Wow. I was just thinking about how I’d like to have fun and dance too. This is the unfortunate truth.

  • Tootsie 7:50 pm on January 30, 2014 Permalink | Reply  

    Just babblings :) 


    I have not written poetry as much for the whole year of 2013. There was a lot of change going on and growing up. 2014 is really looking up for me and I finally have some time to write some poetry down and share it with you guys! A few months ago I went with a friend to take a pottery class and left feeling so inspired to write. I vowed to write as much as possible and that is what I plan to do 🙂 Writing has always been like therapy for me and I do need it now, haha. I hope you enjoy what is to come!

    -Tootsie

     
  • Tootsie 6:35 pm on July 11, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Pretend, regret   

    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 ❤

     

     
    • Orb 3:00 pm on July 29, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      It’s good to see you let the feelings out in words, keep at it your gift.

  • Tootsie 6:32 pm on July 11, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , miss, simple things   

    I miss 


    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 fell

    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

     
    • Orb 3:02 pm on July 29, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      paint pictures with words here

  • Tootsie 6:24 pm on July 2, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    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

     
  • Tootsie 6:18 pm on July 2, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Hound dogs, insanity,   

    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

     
  • Tootsie 2:06 am on December 14, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , therapy,   

    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

     
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