dare to dream
they’d say to me
right before
they knocked me down,
left my dreams and i
bleeding on the floor,
left us on the harsh ground
to die.
you didn’t know
no matter
how harsh reality
is to me
and my dreams,
we won’t take cover
and hide,
waiting to die.
we’ll disrupt your world,
showing you you’re wrong.
showing you how strong
this girl
and her dreams
can be.
my eyes are darker when i cry,
a dark blue that speaks of pain
that my mouth is too afraid to say.
my eyes mirror what my soul feels.
they could see if they cared,
but they’re too wrapped up in
their own little world
to really give a damn
about the sorrow of a little girl.
So, I lie alone staring at the wall,
my eyes getting darker by the second.
Hey, as you guys and girls read my posts and have the time to, will you please, if possible, put comments to tell what you like/dislike about my writing? It would mean a lot to me. Thanks 🙂
Green grass on the roof.
Silver shingles on the floor.
An upside-down world.
The advice I just got from a friend on conquering writer’s block: “Experience go out and do something different. Or just start with a word. Just write random s***.”
Ahh, the dreaded writer’s block. The moment you put your fingers to computer keys or pencil to paper and nothing comes to mind. It’s one of the worst feelings ever.. Well, that and not feeling wanted, but that’s another story.. my personal life is very chaotic right now.. Anyway, writer’s block stinks, plain and simple. The question is, how do you deal with it? I mean, free writing, taking short little, cat naps, keeping a journal.. I’ve tried them all and they all worked to some extent, but I’m looking for something new. Have you discovered the secret? If so, tell us!!
She’s sitting at the desk in the far back corner,
Chewing on her nails and twirling her hair.
She’s filling many notebooks with her thoughts,
The thoughts she’s too afraid to voice.
You judge by the little she lets you see,
You think you know all her fears and dreams.
You think she’s an open book but,
She hasn’t written a single word yet.
She’s trapped in the jail she made herself,
But when she breaks out, you will only see…
*chorus*
She’s a rebel, she’s a fighter
You’ll never meet one like her
She’ll hold your hand when you’re scared,
But isn’t afraid to rock your world
She’s dynamite, dangerous
You can’t control her, you don’t know her,
Not what she seems…
She’s not that innocent.
Years have passed and now there’s a spark in her eyes.
You can’t help but notice she stands a little straighter,
Speaks her thoughts a little more than before.
She makes you shine the spotlight on her.
You don’t know quite what to think,
She’s just changing so quickly.
You try to stop her, it’s not possible,
Like trying to keep the sun from shining.
Might as well just stop trying, she’s too far gone.
She’s in the driver’s seat now, you’d better watch out.
Soon you have to face the fact that…
*chorus*
Your little girl is all grown up now,
She has taken charge of her own destiny.
She no longer lets you stop her from being her.
She’s no longer hiding, afraid of you.
Instead she’s screaming, lashing out at you,
starting to run her mouth, have an attitude.
You have no clue what has happened,
you can’t tell where the time went.
You’re stuck wondering where that sweet little girl went.
All you know is she used to be so invisible.
All you know is she used to be so innocent….
*chorus*
I go to the mall all
Alone.
Scuffed up sneakers, old blue jeans. Headphones in.
This way, I’m like an eagle above the earth,
Observing the world from afar.
See the young couples holding hands.
Looking as if they’re will be forever
Together.
A middle-ages, balding man waiting
Outside the store for his woman, reading his well-worn,
Paperback thriller.
That’s love. Devotion.
Nobody will do that for me.
I watch
Teenagers calling eachother m**********
As a sign of friendship.
Teenage boy with a snackback on, pants sagging
Down to his knees texts his girl
(she’s getting ready for their date, flatironing
Her already straight hair, putting makeup on her already pretty
Face, anything for him)
Saying he’s studying for the history exam,
(he’ll pick her up at seven)
wraps his arm around the school s***,
putting his hand up her shirt that’s revealing her D cups.
What’s wrong with society?
When did it become acceptable
To wear torn jeans so low
And patterned skirts so high?
Why is it ok that a simple tube of black mascara costs
Fifteen bucks?
That those bright red signs announcing SALE are lying?
Vanity. Vanity. Vanity.
That you idolize every skinny, toned model
on those Ralph Lauren advertisements? Dream
Of being them?
Those models wouldn’t even dream of eating
the pretzels found on every floor,
with their tantalizing smell,
yet you don’t see this.
Society only sees the perfection.
Why?
Why is it you only feel good when our manicured
And lotioned hands
Gives your dad’s plastic credit card to cashiers
(working at minimum wage)
For some red heels you don’t need?
Prada has become a god..
Why are florescent lights spotlights
Pointing out every flaw?
And changing room mirrors tear down confidence
Until you’re just ready to cry?
Why do you do this to yourselves?
You have marks in your arms from all the bags weighted
Down with dresses and tanktops that never needed to be bought.
Why is it makeup takes up so much space,
Miles and miles
Browse through red lipstick and blue eyeshadow
Miles and miles of war paint bought
For the war against the mirror…
Yet… you never seem to win…
In an effort to broaden my horizons, I would like for you guys to tell me what you would like for me to post poems or song lyrics about. I know, I know – the point of writing is to use your own creativity – as a friend once pointed out to me anyway, but some help, guidance, and suggestion is always nice to have 🙂
Ok, so I’ve started websites before.. they lasted about a day, maybe 2. Anyway, I’ve sworn to myself that this time will be different – I’m getting serious about my writing and have decided that having a way to share my writing with the world is a great way to keep me on track. So, you guys think you’ll help me? I mean, I suppose I can update the website just for my personal enjoyment, but it’ll be more fun if I know that others are interested and viewing my work. So, we in this together?
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