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It's very simple, but this is a bit of a safety net, if you will.
Chasing Dragons is all about poetry from the heart. I (Bailey) do not like to push out poems. I let them flow like the rivers they are. It's like love. You can't demand it. Up there ^ (click 'RETURN TO HOME') you will find our in-site and off-site links (which take you to specific poems; organized by author, or away). Those links lead you to affiliates, directories at which we are listed, link back buttons, poems, contest information, and credit.
Now, though some poems are very short, others are quite lengthy, so on each and every table, if you will, you will find a Return To Home button, which will (obviously) bring you back up there ^. Click either mine or Kate's link to submit a poem. Remember: we only post the best poems.
Be sure to check out the "Other Poems" section, because it may just start to shoot up like a little tree reaching for the light in a dim and damp rainforest!
Hi Bailey (: It's Megan. I edited this intro a bit. Feel free to completely change it, or leave it. I just needed something to fill space, and felt like writing. I would, due to the space, expand a lot. It's a writing-based site, WRITE! If you just can't think of anything more, the (p) function is a charm ;) Just double it where ever you see fit. I would not, however, use only (br). It makes things look cluttered.
Bailey She's got a writing style that can't be defined. She doesn't write in her spare time; she writes when her muse tells her to. She's an absolutely brilliant kid, but she seems a bit... dull, lately. But she's got a lot on her plate. Bailey is seventeen years of age (birthday is August 10th) and is graduating this year, despite the fact that she is not at senior status at this point. She participates in an after-school credit recovery program Monday thru Thursday and is unavailable until about 2:30pm NST on those days. She writes the bulk of what's listed here and makes the buttons (well, puts our site name on them). But she's a great kid. Look for her around the Newbie chat!
She lives with her two younger brothers, her mom, her rabbit (Stewey) and her cat (Monkey). She adores trying on prom dresses and window shopping. She's a lover of horses and dogs. Her mom's b0yfr!3nd owns a dog named Annie, who is adored by Bailey. In total, Bailey has five brothers and four sisters.
If you'd like more on Bailey (or Kara, as most people IRL call her), check this place: About Me.
Kate Kate's writing style is a lot like Bailey's. Also like Bailey, her birthday is August 10th, but Kate's 18. She's the proud owner of four dogs, two cats, a horse in foal, among other animals, and a foster pet parent. She lives with her b0yfr!3nd. They're on the Jersey shoreline and hate it. Kate's pretty much a nanny and going to school in the fall after taking a year off of school. She has four brothers, was disowned by her mom, and is adored by her dad. Can you say dysfunctional family?
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Well, clearly, this site's name is Chasing Dragons. It's a poetry site; one of the original ones, actually. The only poem site I can remember being listed before mine is Itsy Bitsy Nooblet Poems. If you came here from a directory or one of our affies, thanks for clicking! If you came from the Newbie Boards, thanks for clicking! Please feel entirely free to neomail us (_skyliner_ for Bailey's poems or kate_beckett for Kate's poems) with your comments/critiques! Hate mail is unappreciated. You are not permitted to redistribute any of these works unless you ask for permission, are granted permission, and give us all of the credit. After all, these are our poems.
The site was founded sometime in early 2010 or late 2009, I think, with the name of Forever Fallen... We once had about thirty-something poems up, but they were angrily torn down when some people on the boards decided to start mocking and stealing credit.
Since then, I've really not cared what everyone on the boards has said about anything I've said. Now, if I find you taking credit for our work, you're getting reported. Simple as that.
But thanks so much for stopping by and reading our poetry. Don't forget to bookmark us if you really like our stuff! n_n
~~Bailey & Kate
Galaxy; 23 April 2011 (Ink)
My hand was tired, numb, and all in all just plain in pain. I grumbled and held it, dropping my pen and knocking my head against the desk. I had to write a 1,000 word essay by tomorrow. No one in the world could manage that, could they? Well... After all, I had procrastinated and put off my school work until today, the very last day I could possibly get it done. I let go of my hand and looked up. In a word of computers, printers, and just flat-out "new technology", why couldn't my teacher have told us to type it out? It was simpler, faster, and it didn't hurt as much as the long way around. I stared at my essay; a blank sheet of white-lined paper just glaring at me. I picked my pen up and started scribbling words down. My teacher had said that all we had to do was right a story. We didn't have to write about anything specific, really, just a story. So, I scribbled down an A worthy story about Bob the unicorn and his ogre friend Fred. Just as I was down to the 500 letter mark, my pen gave out and snapped, spraying ink all over the place. "Ack!" I cried, pushing myself out of the desk and away from the spray in the rolling-chair I was in. "Gross! Now what am I supposed to write my essay with?!" "Maybe a pencil?" I turned around and saw my mom standing behind me, handing a pencil out to me. "In my day, all we ever used were pencils." I smiled and took the pencil from here. "Thanks mom." I said. "Pencils are good, honey, because they don't use ink. Which, unfortuneatly, can get all over your paper." She gestured to my ink-splattered story. "Oh, no!" I cried. Don't worry." my mom tried to assure me. She got another piece of paper, wiped everything off the desk, and plunked it down. "Here," she stated, taking my pencil as well. "We'll just write another one. 'Once upon a time, there was a unicorn named Bob...
Galaxy (i_love_my_kitty_4_)
The word was "ink".
Midnight; 23 April 2011 (City)
I don't care much for the city, but there are somethings that I find entertaining. Like in the subways or train stations, its fun to watch people talk on their phones and work on their laptops minding their own business. Like they're in their own little world. The huge buildings excite me, but at the same time they give me an uneasy feeling. I feel like they could fall on my any minute! Also, they say if you look at the stop of the building you could see it move! And the last, but certainly not least, thing I like about the city is the street lights. That golden it gives off in the night makes me think I'm in a fantasy world. It makes me wanna fly up above the whole city and gaze at the lights for thirty minutes(hours are too long for me). Thinking back on these things, it made me realize something: No matter where you are, there will always be something you like about it.
Midnight (firequeen21)
The word was "city".
Millie; 23 April 2011 (Cherry)
Ive always been afraid of clowns. Their pale white faces. Their untamed orange hair. Everything about them is scary to me. The thing thats scares me the most about them is defiantly their CHERRY red mouths. I have dreams about them, more like nightmares actually now that I think about it. The dream is always about clowns. Mostly about falling, trying stunts, like jumping off a diving board and landing in a pool filled with cold water. When my mind had registered that I was on ground, I would open my eyes and see red. Blood red. My arms would be bleeding from the crash and my body grazed from the impact. No one would be there to help me. Just me. Alone. When I called out for help my body would be dragged under water by gravity and the lack of strength I had since my body was badly damaged. My moans would turn into gurgles and I would be left there to die. Thats another one of my fears. Death. Hard to escape, i know. When I would make up I would either be screaming or crying. Most probably both. The last time I had my face painted I was six years old. I found out I was allergic to face paint soon after. My face would be covered in bright pink splotches and rashes. It wouldnt go away for weeks and I had to stay home from school. I avoided looking in the mirror. But it always managed to haunt me. I blame it on the clown.
Millie (cuitelips)
The word was "cherry".
Caitlin; 23 April 2011 (Dance)
the moon touched the the earth and the water glistened
the stars twinkled across the heavens
and who am i? who am i to stare down and see this beauty that lies in front of me
to feel the sand between my toes, to dance on what isn't mine.
how lucky we all are to see such beauty in our fast lives
to take a breath, to hold, to speak, to see, to hear, to smell the beautiful air and hold the world.
Caitlin (caitlinxcatastrophe)
The word was "dance".
Millie; 23 April 2011 (Pendulum)
I sat at my old wooden desk and sighed as I stared into the glow of the candle light. The wax was dripping onto the desk, drying and forming a shape i never knew existed. The old grandfather clock which hung on the wall struck midnight. Automatically the candle went out and left a trail of smoke as it was defused. Even though it was midnight, I could still see everything. Even the swinging pendulum underneath the staring face of the grandfather clock. I watched as it swung back and forth and followed it with my eyes. Sudddenly I found myself drifting out of consciousness, there was a thud as I lay unmoving on the hard oak floor.
Millie (cuitelips)
The word was "pendulum".
Millie; 23 April 2011 (Subconscious)
Luke was always a plain boy, he wore the same clothes every day to school, the same shoes and he always had his hair to the side. I guess he was ordinary. Even if he was ordinary, he stuck out like a sore thumb to me. Sometimes I would subconsciously stare into space and find that I was staring right at him. This usually happened in class. Its a shame I only ever saw the back of his head. Well, most of the time anyway. Its better that I'm behind him, so he cant see me staring at him. He didn't talk much. I liked his mysterious side. I wish he would tell me all his secrets, and I'd tell him mine. Like the time when I saw momma kissing another man. Big secrets just like that. He looks alone in the world, he doesn't have many friends, well I don't see him with any. I wish I could be his friend, his special friend. Sometimes I follow him when he is walking home from school. Its not like I mean to, curiosity gets the better of me sometimes. One particular day when I was watching him walk home from school on the park bench near his house, instead of going inside his house, he passed straight by it. Like it was never even there. Instead, he turned around and headed my way, towards the dark green bench which I was sitting on. To my surprise, he sat down there without a word. Seconds ticked by and something strange happened. He hugged me. He didn't smell like most other boys, he was different. Instead he smelt like a warm summers day, it was shockingly relaxing for me. Maybe he is alone in the world, a lot like me.
Millie (cuitelips)
The word was "subconscious".
Midnight; 23 April 2011 (Cherry)
It was spring, and the cherry blossoms bloomed on the trees and were scattered all over the ground. A young man age, 13, was sitting silently in the park gazing over at a girl about his age. He sighed, sadly looking down at the ground muttering things under his breath. "She'll never talk to be...." He said before turning his to see the the girl was now sitting right next to him! "Oh! U-um, hi?" He stuttered with a red face. The girl giggled, "you looked kind of sad with your head hanging down." She said in a soft, gentle voice. "O-oh, I'm fine...." He replied trying to think of something else to say. "If you say so" She smiled, "is it alright if I sit here with you?" The boy's eyes widen a bit. "S-sure!" he said, smiling an awkward smile. The girl giggled again before looking down at her lap. The boy gazed at the side of her face and gulped before opening is mouth. "Um...w-will you go with the cherry blossom festival with me?" He asked. The girl gasped and hugged him. "Why, of coarse I would!" She replied. The boys eyes widen a bit, but then closed as he wrapped his arms around her. The gently blew, scattering more cherry blossoms leaving a wonderful sent.
Midnight (firequeen21)
The word was "cherry".
Millie; 23 April 2011 (Smoke)
Some say the world will end in fire. We don't now how it will start, this fire. And we won't live to tell the tale of how it started. Or even if it will end. I used to think it would start by a single flame. Back then I realized even the smallest flame could end the world. Even the ash from fathers cigars could end it. Daddy was an evil man. Thats probably why he loved his cigars. Every night he would smoke a cigar in his favorite leather chair which sat by the fireplace. He said he helped him. I don't know how. One Friday night he sat in his chair with a cigar in his mouth. He inhaled and exhaled a cloud full of smoke. One day he dropped that cigar. I don't know what happened that day. But I'm pretty sure the world didn't end. But all I do know is that it ended me.
Millie (cuitelips)
The word was "smoke".
I hate this.
It makes me feel like a failure;
Like I'm a terrible friend.
I miss the days when I was alone,
When no one relied on me,
When I didn't have to listen to the drama.
Now it's all chaos.
Always "I hate this
Or "I should just end it".
While I'm sitting there, staring,
Infuriated and baffled by the fact that she doesn't see
That I'm always there;
I'm always listening.
She makes the biggest deals
Out of the smallest things
And she never sees how well she has it;
How terrible her life could be.
And I'm left with nothing:
No shoulder to cry on;
No ears to listen to my problems;
No lips to give me advice;
No arms to hold me;
No one to tell me I'll be fine;
That there's a light somewhere in these shadows.
Why can't she see that I'm here?
That I care?
That I understand?
That I'm always going to listen?
That I'll try to help?
Why can't she trust me?
Why can't she see?
A diamond-like glimmer
In onyx pupils
As shards of hope
Begin to embed
The despair goes back
-shrinks away into darkness-
From whence it came...
To be lost in the endless abyss.
Your loving smile I've always envied
That clear laugh I long to hear now
The memory of being at your side through good times and bad
The touch of your hand on my aching shoulder
The warmth of your embrace just when I've needed it
And how you were always there for me
Who will watch over me when you are gone?
Who will be there to comfort me?
Where will I go to feel safe?
Where am I supposed to cry?
Where will my sorrows drain?
Where will I find my heart again?
How am I supposed to go on?
How can you just leave me to die inside?
How am I to understand the concept?
How will I carry on?
When will the pain begin to ease?
When will you find your way back to me?
Why are you leaving me behind like this?
Why did I allow myself to become attached?
Why did I hand you my heart without a second thought?
Why am I suffering so?
A smile attempts to beam bright;
Hope for a greater tomorrow.
All that stares back
Is hate.
Hate.
Hate.
The sun is trying to shine;
To light up this forgotten place.
All that is seen
Is darkness.
Darkness.
Darkness.
Your heart -I try to make mine-;
I shower your heart with glee.
All that I get
Is nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
A child lets out a loud cry;
Her mother soon holds her tight.
All after this
Is peace.
Peace.
Peace.
The birds sing their songs in the sky;
The couples look up and they smile.
All that remains
Is love.
Love.
Love.
A smile, a smile,
To hide the tears.
A mask, a mask,
To hide your fears.
A night, a night,
Brings back the years.
With time, with time,
It disappears.
A day, a day,
Spend under sun.
A breath, a breath,
Before we run.
A cheer, a cheer,
As we have won.
My life, my life,
Has just begun.
Quiet, now, no speaking,
The poetry's in the way you move;
Your words are such lies,
But your body speaks the truth.
Silence, now, I plead you,
The mask tells me the tale;
Your words are such lies,
But your face conveys the truth.
Husy, now, say nothing,
Let your eyes do the talking;
Your words are such lies,
But I'll always know the truth.
She accepts the feeling;
It's nothing new.
She's felt it every day of her life.
The pain she feels
In the pit of her stomach
Comforts her more than anything else;
It lets her know that she's still breathing.
A moment of calm
Before the storm
The winter's chill
Before the warm
Uneasy words
Exchanged by strangers
That strong gut feeling
That warned of dangers
An endless moment
Of pure suspense
A moment taken
To recommense
At such a tender age I was stolen away,
And you searched every lead and clue,
You did everything in your power
And for this much I thank you.
But, Mommy, you have to move on, now;
You still have a life left to live;
-I lost mine to my destiny-
And it's time to forget and forgive.
Perhaps every once in a while you should
Take my pictures and sit back and cry,
But for now, take time to enjoy life;
Let our lesser memories die.
I want you to fall in love, Mommy;
And 'til death shall we not meet again.
Live to the old age of nintey or so,
I don't want to see you here until then.
A weight upon your shoulders
To which my troubles can't compare
That even I can't imagine
No matter how much I want to
I want to lift the burdens
Just to ease the slightest pain
As much as I possibly can
And I'd ask for nothing in return
I struggle to watch others pass you
And not stop to utter a single word
You deserve so much more
Than anyone could ever give
You deserve the best, and nothing less
Because you've sacrificed so much of your life
Just to make theirs a little easier
And you've never asked for anything
Alternative Title: A Horse to Serve the Lamb
I'm a wondrous actress.
I can fake a smile like you wouldn't believe,
And I can act like what happened to me, never happened.
I'm a bit of a comedian.
I can make people laugh when they're crying,
Even if I want to totally fall apart.
I'm a person.
I have flaws, and I have my strong points.
But I'm completely unique, and I like it that way.
Bind my wrists and my feet with your rough hemp rope.
Steal my everything; my faith, my dreams, my hope.
Take my soul from my heart, scrub it with your deathly soap.
My eyes glitter like the brightest of stars.
I have to see you again, even if it's behind bars.
See these hands? They're covered in your scars.
But for now I am beside you, our fingers intertwine.
You're taking over my being, my body's no longer mine.
Your kiss is my picked poison; the taste of blood-red wine.
For I know you will be gone when the sun begins to shine;
You are death, you're needed elsewhere; part of a larger design.
Our story will be told forever across the dying lands.
We know our time is running out, so we make no more plans.
Our bodies tangle and unite atop the ocean's sands.
And I burst into flame at the touch of your calloused hands.
My body is your kingdom, I obey each of your commands.
Trail your lips across my tender skin; I burst into a whimpered song.
I wish this could last forever, but I know we don't have long.
I watch your leaving, and I realize that everything's all wrong.
I belong with you, with the love of my life. I needed you all along.
But you've disappeared in the crowd by the time I reach the throng.
The horizon's turning pink, I'm running out of time.
And I remember a spell to bring you back; a simple little rhyme.
But my life is growing all to short; a sick a twisted pantomime.
Then you're there again, smiling, and I stop on a dime.
I know my time is up, but I know that it's a crime.
Your knife pierces my chest and the blood begins to pour.
The memories flash before my eyes; I relive my life once more.
I cannot feel the pain, now; my body isn't sore.
A smile plays across my paling lips as I collapse upon the shore.
I ask you what comes next, but you don't know what's in store.
My vision's growing dark; my freed soul begins to soar.
You pick up my broken body, take me through my bedroom door.
And beside my bed you leave me, lying lifeless on the floor.
Your lips graze mine one last time, but I can't feel them anymore.
My life ended short, and it was you who stole it, that's for sure.
At Heaven's gates they turn me away, and point down to He11.
I shrug my shoulders; it's what I figured would happen to me as well.
So I float back down to Earth and watch you smile at the tolling of the death bell.
I pass freely through He11's gates, and have no story left to tell.
This will be my new home, as this is where my fate fell.
And my eyes are open once again as you finish off your spell.
Samhain has come around again and my soul is called back to the top.
I rise inside my Death Street home, look around and stop.
And your hand reaches for my throat; my heart is forced to drop.
I'm back on Earth and in your arms, you hold me to you tight.
I look up and see the moonlight make our secret clearing bright.
It's Halloween again, and it's the only time I'm in your sight.
You say you love me, but you lie, and so I run into the night.
I find the living and I kill all I find without a single fight.
I don't care anymore about what is wrong and what is right.
I want vengeance, revenge, and that's what I got tonight.
Goodbye, goodbye cruel existence, I will not mourn for thee.
You're everything I've hated that I never wanted to see.
You have nothing here. No, there's nothing left for me.
So my soul dissipates into oblivion; finally, I am free.
Because without you and your love, there's nothing I can be.
What did I do
To push her away?
Why couldn't I see?
What didn't I say?
And what wouldn't I give
For one more day?
I can still feel her touch,
Like she's right there beside me.
I can still feel her heartbeat,
Like she's back inside me.
I'm sorry, heart.
I'm sorry I ever let you go.
But I had to send you away.
It was for the best.
I was afraid he'd hurt you, too.
So I sent you to the valley of the darkness,
Because I knew no one would find you there.
No one would dare try to steal you.
But I'm coming, heart!
I'm coming! I'm trying!
I'm trying to get you back,
But this darkness...
I think it's too much.
I don't think I can do it alone.
Call to me, heart.
Keep calling.
Don't ever stop.
I'll find you if it kills me, I swear.
Or is this seemingly impenetrable wall just a thin piece of paper,
Hiding the true beauty - if there's any - of who I am;
Of who I could be?
Would a little push be enough to get through its defenses?
Do I need a whole army just to save myself?
It's a longing for what they lost;
Their control, their innocence, their safety.
They're pining, mourning, begging,
Pleading, screaming, crying, searching.
I can feel it. It's like a wall; a room.
It blocks out all light, all contact.
All it lets in and out are screams and tears.
My own personal he11, I guess.
And I keep clawing at the walls,
Ripping open wounds as I go.
But when I'm finally free,
It sucks me right back in.
It seals me in again,
Leaving just bittersweet memories of what freedom is.
And no amount of pills is going to make it go away.
I need love. I need comfort. I need someone...
Did I fight back every time
Or did I let him take control?
Did he make me break?
Will I ever be whole?
Are some bits gone forever?
Can I take back what he stole?
I'm left with many questions
And I have nowhere to turn;
I turned my back upon my bridges
And I left them all to burn.
So from this sour tragedy
What's there for me to learn?
When others find happiness in clear skies,
I look to the horizon
And see stormclouds gathering.
Where others see destruction in the flames,
I find rebirth.
Am I just plain not good enough for you?
Am I not pretty enough?
Not thin enough?
Not smart or funny or outgoing enough for you?
Am I not an interesting person in your eyes?
Is it because I refused to go there?
Is it because I don't go to a fancy college?
Am I not rich enough for you?
From the beginning, you lied to me. About
Everything that actually mattered to me.
And while the tree of us were trying to sleep,
You were right there between she and I,
-blocked verb- her. And you never told me.
You held me close all night. You laced
Your fingers through mine.
You pressed your lips to my neck, put your face
Z
In my hair. You laid your head on my chest
For a while. I fell asleep in your bed,
In your arms. I felt safe. I felt
Wanted. For once in my life,
Someone wanted to be close to me and didn't expect
It to go any further than it did.
You touched my bare skin, drew slow circles
On my side with your finger. I smiled into your chest.
And you pressed a tender -blocked noun- to my forehead.
And when I woke up, you were on the floor,
On the other side
Of the room. And I was afraid.
I was afraid I'd done something wrong.
Like I'd had a panic attack in the middle of the night and
Clawed and kicked and screamed at you...
I was afraid you were just plain mad.
You said it was just too hot.
And I believed you.
Then you pulled me into your lap
And we talked about HER.
And I was okay with that, because she was mad at me.
But now it's clear to me that
You had alternate motives. You wanted
To know if she liked you.
You and I both know that SHE doesn't even know
What she wants or feels right now.
It's a big transition in her life.
You're asking too much and she's
Confused about everything.
And once she forgave you...
You stopped talking to me.
Like I didn't even exist in your world.
I was a toy to be discarded after you got bored.
A Christmas puppy you got tired of and left at the pound.
Is that what I am to you? Is it?
Because let me tell you a few things...
I AM pretty. You're just too much of a -blocked noun-
To see that.
I am brilliant. A genius, in fact. And I'm
Hilarious. I LIVE to make people smile.
I'm shy because I was essentially isolated for nine years.
I'm fascinating. I'm a plethora of twisted tunnels,
Curving pathways, switchbacks, and art.
I'm full of fun; full of life. I'm young, enthusiastic.
I want to find who I really am and what
I'm meant to do. I want to find someone
Who will love me for who I am.
I'm an artist, an actress, a poet, a critic,
A sister and aunt and daughter and I am a teacher's pet.
I am a fighter and I am cuddly as a teddy bear.
I care so much about everyone. I hate to see people suffer.
And the reason I won't let men touch me
Is because another one did. And I said no.
I was only
Nine years old. And he stole the rest of my life from me.
He took myy sanity, my innocence, and my childhood.
I'm so afraid of someone touching me, that
I will stand on the other side of the room
To get away from a guy that reminds me of him.
I don't go to a fancy college because I don't need to.
Not just because I can't afford it.
And I don't have money of my own
Because I'm so afraid of people that I can't get a job.
And I'm so terrified of the idea of having a panic attack
Behind the wheel that I will not attempt to drive.
I know I'm cryptic and sometimes I stay stupid things.
But I'm willing to offer my whole
-blocked- heart. And you just threw it in my face.
I trusted you more than almost anyone.
Certainly more than any man.
I was terrified... But I showed you a piece of me
And you wouldn't even look at it.
You can't look at my heart, because
You know you've made it hurt.
It doesn't matter how hard I hit you.
You're not going to understand.
And you can say whatever you -blocked- well please,
Because you can't take away this pain.
She doesn't mind it.
She has herself to remember;
But does she remember at all?
It's something I lost
All those long years ago in that storm;
To get it back, all that it cost
Was the only thing that kept me warm.
Now, in this place
Which we call Forever Fallen
-Hold on, don't leave; let your heart race-
Once you begin, you'll be drawn in.
What is is my pain
My sadness and fears
What once was our love
Now unstoppable tears
My world is now ashes
My hope gone to flame
These feelings inside me
Impossible to tame
The tears now flow freely
This river won't slow
I can't hide that pain
They're useless
These feelings I must show
All of these things
That you've done unto me
May they happen to you
And may they always be
Though I really must thank you
This was all for my sake
And I can now make decisions
I was never strong enough to make
I want to tell her
But can she be trusted?
It's my mother-of-all-secrets;
It's pain-encrusted.
I want to trust her,
But I don't think I could.
This one's a shocker;
I don't think I should.
I want her to laugh on
And to live and to smile.
There's a mutual trust between us two
And it scares the he11 out of me.
I've never been this dependent.
No one's ever known me this well.
I've never trusted anyone with any of my secrets;
Not like I trusted her.
Could I possibly tell her my mother-of-all-secrets?
Would her heart skip a beat? Would it warp?
Or would it shatter at the sudden shock?
I don't want to hurt her.
She doesn't need to know this kind of burden;
She's so much more emotional
And I don't think she could handle it.
Would she hold me, waiting for the tears to begin?
Would she wish him dead, like I often do?
What does it matter?
I cdan't feel anything anymore;
I'm already dead inside.
It's going to hurt;
It'll hurt like he11.
She's going to find it.
She's closer than she knows
To the memories I hate most.
I want to push her away,
To raise my shield again
And lock her out forever.
I want her to stop,
But I have to tell someone
So that I can begin to heal.
I fear that one day
She's going to ask the inevitable.
She's going to poke around
And ask if I'm okay.
I'm going to break if she does.
The helping hand
In a careless city;
The only one
Who tries to help.
The one who carries
All your burdens
When no one seems
To want to care.
The voice of change
In a time of need;
The one who dared
To think for herself.
She wants to be held,
To be loved, to be known.
She wants someone to care;
To realize she exists.
She waits for the light
To break through the darkness;
To shatter the silence
That surrounds her each day.
She waits for someone
Anyone
To listen.
For if this dream
Does truly die;
That captive bird who couldn't fly;
The first I dreamed,
The last I had,
The dream I clung to
Through good and bad...
So now I tell you
As I go
I swam against
The mainstream flow.
Released that no-healed bird to fly;
Never let your life's dreams die.
The wheels keep turning on and on
We bump into each other
Strike up conversations
And eventually, we part ways.
The wheels keep turning on and on
Maybe we'll change trains along the way
And take up different routes,
But our destinations are all the same.
And the wheels keep turning, on and on.
When all seems hopeless,
Think back to my words,
And you'll know how to find your way out.
When your home feels empty,
Just call to me,
And I'll be there.
They twist and turn and flood
And rise and fall.
Our waterfalls are wake-up calls,
And sometimes rivers merge.
They split to branches, with their own lives.
We have rocky moments.
We feed into each other.
We make each other greater,
Stronger, quicker.
And we live until we dry up,
But even then our memories remain:
Riverbeds for the rest of us to refill.
I'm sorry that I left you there
I'm sorry for what I said
I'm sorry for telling them what you said
But I was worried about you, then.
I'm sorry I ever cared about you
Because all you ever brought me was pain
So have a nice life
Because you ruined mine
What the he11 is wrong with you
To tell me to my face
That I'm some worthless piece of trash
And that I'm the one who should've died
Who the he11 are you to judge
When you tried to end your own life
And who the he11 are you to tell me
That I'm pathetic and stupid
Why the he11 would you ever do that to me
Why would you ever hurt me like that
When I never did anything to you
And I never lied to you, ever
When the he11 did I hurt you
When did I say you were nothing
When did I stop caring about you
And when did I become the bad guy
Where the he11 did you get these ideas
Why would you even think that
Why would you ever believe them
And why would you let her say that
How the he11 can you sit there and laugh
When you ruined my life through and through
And how the he11 can you look at me
When I can't stand the mere thought of you?
It's a moment in which I can't stand
The sadness that takes over me
A hurricane that scatters my thoughts
A lightning strike that brings me to life
With the fury of an enraged hive
I jot it down and don't dare breathe
I can't lose this inspiration
And sometimes I can't see through the tears
When love stabs you in the back
Just remember:
It's not for no reason at all
That life makes your heart bleed.
When you feel like crying
Just remember:
My arms are here
For you to cry in.
When nothing seems right
Just remember:
Follow that thing
That you most believe in.
When everyone tells you you can't do it
Just remember:
You can do anything
It doesn't matter what they say.
When rain clouds roll in
Just remember:
There's going to be a rainbow
When they go away.
Open my eyes to the sunlight
Make me feel the warmth on my skin
Let me see that sunrise
Let me let this love in.
Let's swim in the ocean
Breathe in that undeniable air
And run through the tides like we're kids again.
Let's listen to the seagulls crying
And the waves crashing down.
Let's feel the sun on our faces,
Put on that sunscreen;
So what if we get burned?
So we'll have tans, no big deal.
I want to swim in the ocean called Love,
Lounge on the beach known as Rest by the sea,
Listen to the call of the Bird of Reality,
Taste the sweetness of Satisfaction,
And know what it's really like to live.
You changed the way I see things;
You've brightened up my life;
You've made the world seem brighter;
You've brought it into light.
I don't know what happens while I'm deep in this trance
But I'm told that I tell a fearsome story
A story of things that should never have happened
With details that got rather gory
But when I come to I feel just the same
And I ask when the session will start
Then they tell me it's over and I can hardly believe
I missed the very best part
*This won a poetry contest on 23 April 2011. The word was "pendulum".
It was an unstoppable force,
A fiery passion that dissolved the rest of the world away...
It was a tender touch that set off a chain reaction of unbelievable proportions.
Oh, yes, it was love.
No ordinary chemical reaction,
No cute infatuation with one another.
No, this was most certainly love.
They fed the hunger with little things:
Sweet smiles,
Light touches,
Little laughs,
Short, adoring gazes...
It was a thing they'd never felt before.
And in a split second, their worlds united,
Forever fused into a life together.
Waiting for rescue
Losing hold on life
Waking and looking up
Into love's worried eyes
Smiling weakly as she breathes
Watching him cry over her
Feeling him carry her outside
Not caring what happens next
Her life in his hands
His heart in hers
Their sanity on the line
The world watches and smiles
*This poem was in a writing contest on 23 April 2011. The word was "smoke".
I'm a girl that's been through a lot.
You probably would never guess when I smile,
But I'm so scarred I don't know if there's any part of me that isn't damaged.
I'm a perfectionist.
I'm so hard on myself.
I'm never good enough for me.
I'm a scared little girl inside.
Simple things can send me back in time
And I start to panic and it feels like I can't breathe.
I'm a fighter.
I won't give up on you.
I won't give up on anyone who tries to help themselves,
Even if I've given up on myself inside.
I'm a freak.
I'm nothing like you.
My mind is sick and twisted, and I kind of like it that way.
I'm a very untrusting person.
I won't let people get really close to me,
And if they manage to do so, I drive them away,
Even if I don't really want to... I just have to.
I'm extremely sarcastic.
I make most things into jokes,
And I seem really rude, but it's all in jest.
I'm a wondrous actress.
I can fake a smile like you wouldn't believe,
And I can act like what happened to me, never happened.
I'm a bit of a comedian.
I can make people laugh when they're crying,
Even if I want to totally fall apart.
I'm a person.
I have flaws, and I have my strong points.
But I'm completely unique, and I like it that way.
What did I do
To push her away?
Why couldn't I see?
What didn't I say?
And what wouldn't I give
For one more day?
I can still feel her touch,
Like she's right there beside me.
I can still feel her heartbeat,
Like she's back inside me.
I'm sorry, heart.
I'm sorry I ever let you go.
But I had to send you away.
It was for the best.
I was afraid he'd hurt you, too.
So I sent you to the valley of the darkness,
Because I knew no one would find you there.
No one would dare try to steal you.
But I'm coming, heart!
I'm coming! I'm trying!
I'm trying to get you back,
But this darkness...
I think it's too much.
I don't think I can do it alone.
Call to me, heart.
Keep calling.
Don't ever stop.
I'll find you if it kills me, I swear.
Or is this seemingly impenetrable wall just a thin piece of paper,
Hiding the true beauty - if there's any - of who I am;
Of who I could be?
Would a little push be enough to get through its defenses?
Do I need a whole army just to save myself?
It's a longing for what they lost;
Their control, their innocence, their safety.
They're pining, mourning, begging,
Pleading, screaming, crying, searching.
I can feel it. It's like a wall; a room.
It blocks out all light, all contact.
All it lets in and out are screams and tears.
My own personal he11, I guess.
And I keep clawing at the walls,
Ripping open wounds as I go.
But when I'm finally free,
It sucks me right back in.
It seals me in again,
Leaving just bittersweet memories of what freedom is.
And no amount of pills is going to make it go away.
I need love. I need comfort. I need someone...
Did I fight back every time
Or did I let him take control?
Did he make me break?
Will I ever be whole?
Are some bits gone forever?
Can I take back what he stole?
I'm left with many questions
And I have nowhere to turn;
I turned my back upon my bridges
And I left them all to burn.
So from this sour tragedy
What's there for me to learn?
When others find happiness in clear skies,
I look to the horizon
And see stormclouds gathering.
Where others see destruction in the flames,
I find rebirth.
Am I just plain not good enough for you?
Am I not pretty enough?
Not thin enough?
Not smart or funny or outgoing enough for you?
Am I not an interesting person in your eyes?
Is it because I refused to go there?
Is it because I don't go to a fancy college?
Am I not rich enough for you?
From the beginning, you lied to me. About
Everything that actually mattered to me.
And while the tree of us were trying to sleep,
You were right there between she and I,
-blocked verb- her. And you never told me.
You held me close all night. You laced
Your fingers through mine.
You pressed your lips to my neck, put your face
Z
In my hair. You laid your head on my chest
For a while. I fell asleep in your bed,
In your arms. I felt safe. I felt
Wanted. For once in my life,
Someone wanted to be close to me and didn't expect
It to go any further than it did.
You touched my bare skin, drew slow circles
On my side with your finger. I smiled into your chest.
And you pressed a tender -blocked noun- to my forehead.
And when I woke up, you were on the floor,
On the other side
Of the room. And I was afraid.
I was afraid I'd done something wrong.
Like I'd had a panic attack in the middle of the night and
Clawed and kicked and screamed at you...
I was afraid you were just plain mad.
You said it was just too hot.
And I believed you.
Then you pulled me into your lap
And we talked about HER.
And I was okay with that, because she was mad at me.
But now it's clear to me that
You had alternate motives. You wanted
To know if she liked you.
You and I both know that SHE doesn't even know
What she wants or feels right now.
It's a big transition in her life.
You're asking too much and she's
Confused about everything.
And once she forgave you...
You stopped talking to me.
Like I didn't even exist in your world.
I was a toy to be discarded after you got bored.
A Christmas puppy you got tired of and left at the pound.
Is that what I am to you? Is it?
Because let me tell you a few things...
I AM pretty. You're just too much of a -blocked noun-
To see that.
I am brilliant. A genius, in fact. And I'm
Hilarious. I LIVE to make people smile.
I'm shy because I was essentially isolated for nine years.
I'm fascinating. I'm a plethora of twisted tunnels,
Curving pathways, switchbacks, and art.
I'm full of fun; full of life. I'm young, enthusiastic.
I want to find who I really am and what
I'm meant to do. I want to find someone
Who will love me for who I am.
I'm an artist, an actress, a poet, a critic,
A sister and aunt and daughter and I am a teacher's pet.
I am a fighter and I am cuddly as a teddy bear.
I care so much about everyone. I hate to see people suffer.
And the reason I won't let men touch me
Is because another one did. And I said no.
I was only
Nine years old. And he stole the rest of my life from me.
He took my sanity, my innocence, and my childhood.
I'm so afraid of someone touching me, that
I will stand on the other side of the room
To get away from a guy that reminds me of him.
I don't go to a fancy college because I don't need to.
Not just because I can't afford it.
And I don't have money of my own
Because I'm so afraid of people that I can't get a job.
And I'm so terrified of the idea of having a panic attack
Behind the wheel that I will not attempt to drive.
I know I'm cryptic and sometimes I stay stupid things.
But I'm willing to offer my whole
Accursed heart. And you just threw it in my face.
I trusted you more than almost anyone.
Certainly more than any man.
I was terrified... But I showed you a piece of me
And you wouldn't even look at it.
You can't look at my heart, because
You know you've made it hurt.
It doesn't matter how hard I hit you.
You're not going to understand.
And you can say whatever you darn well please,
Because you can't take away this pain.
They act like I'm a moron because I don't follow the rest
They seem to think that I'm ignorant because I won't conform
I think they believe that I'm a freak because I won't back down
I won't give up, I won't say I'm wrong when I'm not
And I sure as hell won't close my mind to the truth like they do
Is it really that hard to be your own person?
Is it so difficult to think for yourself?
How freaking hard is it to stand up for what you believe in?
Why can't you all start your own flocks?
Flocks where the sheep have minds of their own
Don't follow a path or a leader
And don't tell others they're right when they certainly are not
Something connected
With your l!p5 pressed to mine
And it felt so right
But we had lives to save that night
And now we won't talk about it
I don't think we really should
So this is adrenaline
And God it feels good
And what's in a family but people
Brought together by love and by chance
And what's in a love but some hoping
With its effort that's been named romance
So what's in a day but some minutes
Measured by numbers and clocks
So what's in eternity but centuries
Strung together that never will stop
My heart will ache
My mind will go insane
But trust me, oh beautiful
There's so much to gain
Time will heal your heart
And time will heal mine
It's not the end of the show
Just our last line
No need to worry
No need to fret
I will give, dearest
And you will get
This is for the best
Not for the worst
Think of this as a drink
That will quench all your thirst
Tomorrow's a new day
I won't bother you anymore
There's more fish in the sea
Many more open doors
Let me tell you, angel
The benefit of this
You will not have to suffer
With that one last kiss
I will leave you forever
Give you no more pain
The wound will go away
Let's put an end to this game
Don't worry, my love
Please don't take it so hard
It'll all be over soon
I'll draw my last card
Farewell, oh gracious
Our love ends here
How much I will miss you
My oh so sweet dear
By Lexi (12_lassy)
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