Like many others of you have said, I have never had a blog or posted anything of this sort before.  I usually keep my writing to myself, because I have no idea what others would think of it.  However, writing poetry is what has gotten me through many painful times in my life.  It helps me get out everything I am feeling, and I don't have to hide anything, because usually I'm the only one who is reading it.  I haven't exactly had the easiest few weeks but if anything good has come out of it, it's that I've written a lot.  I'm going to post just a few of the poems I've written over the past three weeks, I hope that you all can find some music in them!  Then I'll know I'm on the right track. :-)

Don't Look Back
She stands there, hopelessly, while having
Ever.
       Single.
                 Flaw.
                         Electrified.
And his temper is raging like an angry bull,
And her heart is melting into a puddle of bitter chocolate.
His words, dripping with disgust,
"You can't hide from forever".
Her heart painted with glue,
Drew in his words that were attached to daggers.
Without a thought, he achieved a perfect bull's eye.
Her lips shaking unbearably,
They fostered no reply.
Her eyelids, weakened from exhaustion,
Flirted dangerously with closing.
And she finally escaped into the deep depths of sub-consciousness,
Where not even he,
Could reach her.

Torn
Take a breath, take it all in,
And feel a chill run through your spine.
Second thoughts, new beginnings,
Your old comfortable story is coming to an end.
Running through a field without your jacket on,
Slipping on ice, making sure not to fall in.
Secrets and promises break on the thin strings they are grasping to,
And shadows reflect hollow eyes.
You're scribbling out words from a dictionary that have become lost in the race to a door that is shutting
F  o  r  e  v  e  r.
Like a shooting start hurtling in a speed that can't be reversed,
You're laying in your life boat, being tossed by the furious waves, tumbling into the unforgiving water.
Pulled under for a second and then tossed onto the sand,
Sputtering for air, and for your voice.
When only ghosts can here your calls
You know it's too late.
But you risk everything
And while waltzing with the devil,
He spins you around the black marbled floor
He dips you back into reality but you can't fight his grasp.
The end is inevitable
It started long ago
Every second, every moment
is planned.
And we're all just puppets,
Putting on a show.

End
The ending could be so easy,
Its pain could not match the years it has gripped.
A simple get-a-way, a rush, and then nothing.
Adrenaline seizing every fragment of your soul,
And carrying you to places you never thought you'd be.
Out of your skin, your element,
You're like a newborn child left alone
in the middle of a storm,
Wondering if you should fight it
or just
g  i  v  e    u  p.  Trickling rivers of red surround you
And regret sucks all of the oxygen out of your lungs.
Realizing the cold meaning of being too late
Especially haunts those who have become just
lost souls on the horizon.

Frozen Tears
She has frozen tears on her face
And he will never know that when he
looks at her they start to melt.
As she tries to hide them with a smile
A smile that could split your heart like an earthquake,
Inside shivers ask her to tie him to a balloon
And just
L  e  t   g  o.
Rivers all flow to one main point, a center,
Like a force is pulling them with no control
Dancing stars and waterfalls,
Everything is always
Falling  to the ground.
With no gravity keeping your feet to the ground
Your thoughts and emotions lose hope and grow wings
Taking you away from this sinking black hole
Where everything disappears.

Painting on the Wall
In the reflection of their crazed eyes I can see my own, haunted.
And their mouths with their smirks are unchanging.
Always watching, never saying
Like a painting on the wall.
With just one glance, I know they have read my heart,
And yet they keep smiling.
Their smile eats through my soul, leaving me empty and alone
With only my thoughts of saving myself,
Is death the only way?
I beg them, "just say something!"
After more silence they finally speak,
"Yes, we think death could be quite nice".


Thank you for reading!