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

    I miss 

    I miss the wayΒ  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 6:18 pm on July 2, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Emo, 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 3:32 am on November 26, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Emo, I miss them, , , Ruined,   


    What did I do?

    Where did I go wrong?

    To deserve the agony of this slow burn


    I know I can’t be the only one

    Hurting this way

    I can’t be the only one bounded by misery

    Struggling for the freedom

    For the carelessness

    I once had as a young child


    Is there anyone that can comprehend,

    Such lonesome,

    Such frigidness

    Are you out there?


    People always say,

    “It will be okay”

    And still I am stuck

    Pleading and screaming

    No more!


    When will that be over?

    When will I find the warm days I long for?

    The days where I slow danced with the breeze

    The days before you ruined my normalcy

    The days before you murdered my happiness,

    My innocence


    Where are those naive days before I met life?

    I miss them



    • Monsta5000 10:12 pm on November 26, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Me like you poems Tootsie!

    • Becky 11:24 pm on November 26, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Amen to that sister. Once again, I identify with it 100%. That is exactly where I am at right now. Nicely said.

    • sarairivera 2:59 am on November 28, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Wow. This is about the third time I read this and I am still amazed. Your words capture the hurt so well. Love your writing

    • The Writer Gal 1:33 am on November 29, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Tootsie, you’re not alone. And, you have a gift of expression…keep using it! Write on!

      The Writer Gal

    • azfree 3:50 pm on December 2, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      I have felt this oh too often. Very well expressed!!

    • Jessica 11:40 am on December 14, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      I guess everyone feels like this at some point. But there’s much to enjoy from our experiences too. Your passion comes through well here.


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

      Thank you.. and you are correct. With experience comes growth πŸ™‚

    • Jingle 8:50 pm on December 14, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      lovely wonders..
      life is imperfect,
      it is not your fault…

      well done poem.
      Thanks for sharing!

  • Tootsie 1:56 am on November 23, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Emo, Happiness, , , searching   


    Searching for a smile

    Seeking an embrace

    Sifting through this love

    Or this hate

    Scrutinizing and probing

    Creating and destroying

    Only to fabricate this monstrosity;

    My life

    I have sabotaged it all

    To find the one thing

    We all hunger for

    I have hurt you

    I have left you

    I have forgotten you

    To some how hold on to

    This fleeting happiness I have

    I have yet been able to find it

    I have yet been able to hold on to it

    I have yet been able to truly say

    I am happy

    I have found happiness


    • raquel 2:03 am on November 23, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      :/… this one is nice trully yet kinda sad. but i still love it.

    • Tootsie 2:10 am on November 23, 2010 Permalink | Reply


    • askcherlock 2:10 am on November 23, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Very thought-provoking!

      • Tootsie 2:14 am on November 23, 2010 Permalink | Reply

        Ha! I was just thinking that! Thanks for the comment πŸ™‚

    • fiveloaf 4:16 pm on November 23, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      nice blog . nice words!

    • Tootsie 6:37 pm on November 23, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you πŸ™‚

    • Jay 12:40 pm on November 24, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Hey love that banner, great poem too! πŸ™‚

    • Angela 5:43 pm on November 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      This is a beautiful piece.

    • sarairivera 3:01 am on November 28, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Love this. its so very real

    • myshiningrainbow 5:05 am on December 8, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Well expressed. Yes, sometimes I find myself searching for that happiness, that smile and then I end up getting confused about what ‘happiness’ is! ‘Happiness’ may not be all joy and laughter. It might just be a deep sense of being true to oneself. It may bring tears or smile. But, I’ll be happy. From a personal point of view, I visualize your poem ending with this latent line ” I have found ‘I’ ” . In that manner, I like the way your poem keeps the interpretation of happiness open to the reader. Great blog! I’ll keep coming back for more πŸ™‚

      • Tootsie 5:12 am on December 8, 2010 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you. I liked what you said, “It might just be a deep sense of being true to oneself”… I agree it might be :). I hope you do keep coming back, I appreciate it!

  • Tootsie 8:16 pm on November 16, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Dear mom, Emo, Mother and daughter, ,   

    Dear Mom 

    Am I not suppose to trust you?

    Aren’t you suppose to look out for me?

    Sometimes I get the feeling

    That you feel obligated to

    Show me love

    Your motherly instinct does not apply

    With me

    In reality deep down inside

    You still hate me

    And can’t stand the sight of me

    We are both caught and

    Stuck in this moment

    Where everything went bad

    The point where our relationship

    Morphed and somehow didn’t survive

    The point where there was instant regret

    All these years I have done

    Nothing but blame myself

    Blamed you

    Oh, how much I blamed you!

    It’s not our fault

    It’s definitely not my fault

    He came between us

    And caused this chaos

    My world- your world

    Was destroyed in a matter of minutes

    The difference between me and you, Mother

    You have moved on

    And left me behind

    Under all this debris

    Where I’m not able to

    Breathe, move, or see anything

    Around me

    You left me here

    You didn’t reach out for me

    You didn’t get help

    I’ve been waiting for years

    But you never came back

    For me


    • Jay 12:36 pm on November 24, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Hey nice poem, I agree mothers are supposed to be there for ya and dads too. Peace.

    • Jingle 10:04 pm on November 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      well expressed,
      Thanks for the beautiful poem.
      you rock!

      claim awards/treats via entry #114.
      have fun!

  • Tootsie 8:09 pm on November 16, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Emo, Heavy, , ,   


    I have been trying to escape from you

    For years

    And still you’re a strong presence

    In my life

    The thought of you poisons my attitude

    The mere mention of your name

    Makes me want to crawl in a


    And no longer exist

    My life has been nothing

    But a revolvement of you

    Of what you did

    Of what you are still capable of doing

    To me

    I run away

    Inside of myself

    To get away

    FromΒ  all this torture

    To try and somehow find the numbness

    I use to have

    The coldness I used to deal with this


    Is it possible that I’ve used it all up?

    Now I’m stuck here

    Having to deal

    With all this heaviness

    That I can’t keep carrying

    I don’t know how I found strength

    To carry this burden for so long

    Or is this where I belong now?

    In order to get rid of it all

    In order to walk away

    With the little sanity I have left?

    I really don’t know anymore

    I wish I didn’t care either



    • rbafroggie 5:27 am on November 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      I really identify with this a lot. I like your writing very much. I used to write a lot of poetry too, but some of the stuff I have is very angry and/ or explicit. I don’t know if I will ever post it or not.

      • Tootsie 5:40 am on November 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply

        Thank You:) Some of my writing is very angry as well.. haven’t posted any of those really. But I hope to read one of yours, if you ever post one πŸ™‚

    • Talon 4:59 pm on November 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Tootsie, this was hard to read. As a Mom myself, I can’t imagine leaving a child behind.

      The hard thing is, how could you not care? That’s what’s so hard to come to terms with.

      Beautiful poem.

      • Tootsie 5:14 pm on November 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply

        That is the hardest to come to terms with, I agree completely!
        Thank you for the comment! πŸ™‚

  • Tootsie 8:40 pm on November 12, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Emo,   

    Short & to the point.”This anger” 

    This anger swells up inside of me

    Fighting to break through

    This anger tries to climb out of me

    Like it has been long overdue

    This anger leaves behind so much debris

    Obstructing my view

    Why must this anger still live inside of me?

    Stuck to my heart- breaking it in two

  • Tootsie 3:04 am on November 4, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Emo, , ,   

    Here we are 

    Here we are

    At the final destination

    This rut, this bad place

    A place where the cold lives

    Where our love has dampen

    Where our kisses have dissipated

    I am left with these conflicting feelings

    Of love and hate

    Of happiness and sorrow

    Of the old you and this impostor

    I’m trying to hold on

    To the memories

    To the words once spoken

    To this love that came out of nowhere


    I hate you so much

    I just want to let this love

    Slip from my


    Slip right into the ground

    To no longer be revived

    Or remembered


    Something about you

    Makes me latch on to you more

    And yearn the hurt that is and

    Always will be inevitable



  • Tootsie 10:27 pm on October 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Emo, , ,   


    Tell me, Love

    Does anyone really know how to love?

    Is love an action or an emotion?

    Or is it both?

    Isn’t love God

    If love is God

    Then love is perfect

    Love is forgiving

    Love does it all

    So how can I love

    When I’m not perfect

    I’m so far off perfect

    When I’m not so forgiving

    At times revengeful

    When some days I

    Can’t do nothing at all

    So tell me love, what amΒ  I suppose to do?



    • raquel 11:08 pm on October 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Well love is god. but I believe god gave us feelings to feel for him and others what he feels for us. he loves us. and yes at times we are full of vengance and want revenge on those who hurt us. but if god forgives us for all the harm human beings have done and hurt theyve caused then why cant we take that as a lesson learned and do the same? I love you maybe not as much as god does but i think its pretty close. its a wonderful feeling or emotion at times and then other times its painful. but hes given us that sence of emotion and we have to take advantage of it. Once theres love in your heart nothing seems the same… love this blog!

      • Tootsie 8:52 pm on November 7, 2010 Permalink | Reply

        I am glad you love it!!! Thanks for the comments.

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  • Tootsie 3:11 am on October 23, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Emo, , , , The good the bad and the ugly   

    Untitled as of now.. Inspired by relationships around me. 

    When you came into my life

    You caught me by surprise

    I wasn’t searching

    I wasn’t expecting to fall in love

    Here I am now

    Deeply invested

    Unleashing all the love

    I have within

    Time pass

    And by surprise

    You completely change

    Towards me

    Towards my love

    How am I suppose

    To pretend like

    Everything is okay

    When you are so distant?

    What am I suppose to do

    With all this love?

    All the love I grew for you

    Did you know it would

    Turn out this way?

    Did you know you would

    Stop loving me one day?

    What am I suppose to do now?

    No answer…

    Through all the silence

    You hear my heart break

    And even though it hurts you

    To pain me this way

    No action is taken

    Only the letting go

    As you walk away



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