No More Girls

Dress on
Hair down
Good girl off.
Ready to shrug off hearts
Hand them to you by a string.
I’m finally growing
A young cub
Now a budding lioness
Ready to hunt.
No love-lorn looks
No more pining
I don’t need your fake love,
Your fleeting affections,
Your pitying gazes.
I’ll go it alone
I don’t need a man
To make me be a woman.



No more swaying
No more chill
Beat the drums with your feet
Let the guitar play in your blood
Harmonize your mind
To the crescendo of my voice
Dance with me
Don’t let me go
No easy love,
No taking it slow
We’ll burn the records
Drown the CDs
Dance all night.

Tears in Life

[Song: Chasing the Sun by The Wanted]

They guide my fears
They watch my tear streaks.
For all our problems,
They always want to blame me.
A scapegoat,
Can’t escape the responsibility.
They never care
As long as they’re not scared, but me.

He doesn’t see others,
He only sees me.
He says that I’m the problem
But never that he hates me.
He claims love,
Yet always discriminates.
The youngest get his love,
The older are too late.

I never wished for much,
But can’t you see me?
Love has always meant so much
To me.
I’ll always love you,
As you can see.
But I don’t think you’re good for me.

I love you, Daddy, but I can’t be near you anymore.

I love you family, but I see that I’ll never truly have your support.

I’ll drift along alone, looking for that special one.

And maybe then I will see the real sun.

Ave Atque Vale.

Fears of a Lonely Child.

Clawing at my throat
Dangling by the chains that I swallowed to hide.
The fear.
Fear that everything bad thing I imagined will be true.
Fear that every amazing outcome is possible.
Fear of my dreams-my thoughts-my hopes.
So I take that fear
I hide it in a cupboard.
The cupboard is every fake laugh
Every fake smile
Every groan during the during the day
And every illusion during my insomnia nights.
My fears control me.
And that is the only thing that I’ll ever hate.

Good Future/Beautiful

A Different Kind of Poetry

I came up with the idea of integrating my own words between lines in a song. Any part of the song, placed anywhere. I hope you like it. *ahem* (Song taken from: Story of Us by Taylor Swift)

Now I’m standing alone
I want to be near you, yet
In a crowded room and we’re not speaking
Ever since the first day,
We’ve stood on opposite sides of the tree of life

And I’m dying to know
Is it killing you like it’s killing me, yeah?
Tormented by my strong feelings for you,
Yet fearing those same emotions

I don’t know what to say
I linger silently over the note you gave me,
Never revealing anything

Since the twist of fate
I bite my lip whenever you laugh at me,
And hold my breath when you hold my eyes

When it all broke down
My stone wall of emotions crumbling under that gaze
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

Christmas or Yuletide?

It is common knowledge that Christmas was placed at the end of the year by the Catholic church to continue the tradition if Yuletide celebrations (Jesus was really born in the spring). So why is it that Christmas seems more pagan with each passing year? Christmas has now become known as shopping, presents, and parties season in the States. Yet when Thanksgiving rolled around, people don’t know what to be thankful for. How about being thankful dor that huge meal you ate then, huh? There are people starving out there whom you could take in for one day if the season. Nothing big, just feeding them and getting them some warm clothes. Not too hard, right?

Still a multipersonalitied weirdo