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  • 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

    ย 

    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

    ย 

    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

    ย 

    Music wants its revenge

    Movements are no longer rhythmic

    But becoming violent

    Fists are formed

    Foul words pollute the airย 

    It chokes them

    ย 

    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 theย 

    REALITY of it all?

    ย 

    ย 

     
    • 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 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 โค

     

     
    • 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 wayย  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’mย  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 ofย  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

     
  • Tootsie 11:14 pm on December 6, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Dreams, ,   

    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 isย  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

     
    • askcherlock 12:53 am on December 7, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Awesome! This sounds like the perfect escape. Maybe we can share your dreams….

    • Tootsie 12:59 am on December 7, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      That would be great ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Becky 4:46 am on December 7, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      I find my daydreams a comforting and wonderful place for the exact same reasons. If I did not have an imagination, I would not have survived this life of mine.

    • KB 5:47 am on December 7, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Sounds wonderful.

    • WordsWorthMillions 3:55 pm on December 7, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Aw… Beautiful dream. I will go with you. ๐Ÿ™‚
      ‘Sweet as this butterscotch ice cream’ Liked this simile. There is a touch of childlike and innocent.

    • fiveloaf 7:11 pm on December 7, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      very dreamy and sweet! mine’s here- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/01/15/head/

    • Jingle 7:12 pm on December 7, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      I wish I could live in my dreams

      Today, Tonight, Tomorrow

      Iโ€™m tired of the same regimes

      me feel the same, well done, Glad to see you shine at JP…

      A+

    • Curtis Honeycutt 1:30 am on December 8, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Sign me up…reminds me a bit of the ideal world John Lennon sings about in “Imagine”.

    • Serene 3:40 am on December 8, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      I wish I could live in my dreams too. We are very similar, you and me. My dreams are perfect. He is perfect in them. My family is perfect in them. Life as we know it, is perfect. I too want to live in my dreams forever.

      Thanks for this post. It put a smile on my face and reminded of the beautiful dreams I have too.

      Serene~

      • Tootsie 3:46 am on December 8, 2010 Permalink | Reply

        The more I read your posts, the more similarities I see. I’m glad it made you smile ๐Ÿ™‚

    • carlos zayas 2:08 pm on December 8, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      hi it’s so beautiful thanks sister

    • gracefulglider 8:36 am on December 10, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      ‘people are eccentric just like me’ i totally digg that line. i love this poem!

    • Alethea 4:58 pm on December 10, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      I know what you mean…I feel the same quite often.
      Beautifully expressed!!

    • Talon 12:01 am on December 11, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      I enjoyed this so much. The dream world can so often feel so much finer than the day-to-day one and you captured that feeling perfectly.

      My potluck: so maybe

      • Tootsie 12:04 am on December 14, 2010 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks. I will check urs out right now ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved 2:26 pm on December 17, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      You have company on this one … Well considered …

    • Tootsie 3:31 pm on December 17, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      ๐Ÿ™‚

  • Tootsie 6:45 am on December 5, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Guest blogger, , Whose to blame,   

    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 didnโ€™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 doesnโ€™t even want to be friends.

    I wonder ย why you didnโ€™t you make me stronger when it came to him.

     

    I want to blame You for this heartache Iโ€™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 wasnโ€™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 amย to blame.

     

    Links to Sarai’s Blogs: (check them out)

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    • NotATameLion 12:47 pm on December 5, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Beauty and pain. Thanks for posting this. It is powerful.

      • sarairivera 8:24 pm on December 5, 2010 Permalink | Reply

        Beauty and pain…life. Thank you! I’m glad you liked it!!

      • Promising Poets Parking Lot 8:04 pm on March 8, 2011 Permalink | Reply

        love your blog, your poetry is impressive!
        Make a contribution to us today, the collection is to be closed within 24 hours.
        Thanks, we value your support. xxx

        welcome back your presence is misse.
        cheers.

    • Carol Ann Hoel 8:05 pm on December 5, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Very touching words. Thank you for sharing…

    • Jingle 11:46 pm on December 20, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      lovely representation of your blogging friend..

      Greetings!
      Here is the end of the year awards 4 you, enjoy!

      End of The Year Awards 4 Friends of Jingle or Jingle Poetry Community

      Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! You Are The Best!

      Link a poem to our potluck today, We send blessings all the way to brighten your day!

    • Raquel 2:55 pm on February 18, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      There really isnt anyone to blame. We cant help it when our heart falls… I love it. You 2 are awesome!!

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