Yodels! Hehe. What's up? Um... Yeah. My name's Brianna, I'm 15, and I've been writing poetry and fiction for longer than I can remember. It helps me get a lot of feelings out and off of my chest... I hope you enjoy them, and feel free to comment! Feedback is always ery much appreciated, especially votes! ;) Love ya'll! |
This is a poem for someone very special to me...
I never really knew you
We've only met once or twice...
You judge them by their skin
You don't take a chance to see what's within...
Jews used to have a tattoo on their wrist;
And to me, my tears do something like this...
This is real, nowhere near a dream,
I'm so scared and hurt, but no one hears me...
Thinking of you with someone else
My heart shatters on the floor...
Tears streak down a dirt-covered face
And I stare at the enticing surface of the knife...
In anguish, I fall to the ground
Tremors wrack my body as I audibly cry...
I\\\'m so terrified right now.
Seriously, I have to breathe, but I think I forgot...
This place I'm at, an ultimate low
Why did you leave, why did you go...
Quite often, the ability to create art through the mind is a curse rather than a gift; there is nothing so terrifying and beautiful as an over-colorful imagination. |
I'm tired of pretending to be who I'm not. I'm tired of hiding things in my past that I DON'T regret. I'm tired of smiling. This isn't my life. This isn't me. I vanished long ago, and I doubt I will ever return. |
Friendship (cont'd) |