Submissions by Angelinblaacklace (DeAnna)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poetry is simple, theres no real themes to them. Its mainly my own thoughts or things I've seen/imagined.
Hopeless and alone.
Right now I feel like I am lost and losing another battle,
I've got no fight left.. And no where left to travel.
I am emotionally fucked up and I have nothing left to lose..
It seems to me this life isn't met for me.
Constantly feeling like I just shouldn't be alive.
Like peoples lives would be so much better,
and yet here I stand. Hopeless and alone.
I've got no fight left.. And no where left to travel.
I am emotionally fucked up and I have nothing left to lose..
It seems to me this life isn't met for me.
Constantly feeling like I just shouldn't be alive.
Like peoples lives would be so much better,
and yet here I stand. Hopeless and alone.
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Alone2
would you believe me...
If I said I am not okay?
Would you see behind my smile?
Take my hand, and lead me away..?
Can you see that my smile.. doesn't
quite reach my eyes?
Do you see through my lies?
Can you hear my heartrending
cries?
I am so lost, and I feel alone.
This place will never be my home.
I'm okay I promise...
I am still here I haven't lost it.. All..
yet..
I don't know what to do anymore...
Every bodys therapist but no one is there for me
..Feeling more alone by the day
If I said I am not okay?
Would you see behind my smile?
Take my hand, and lead me away..?
Can you see that my smile.. doesn't
quite reach my eyes?
Do you see through my lies?
Can you hear my heartrending
cries?
I am so lost, and I feel alone.
This place will never be my home.
I'm okay I promise...
I am still here I haven't lost it.. All..
yet..
I don't know what to do anymore...
Every bodys therapist but no one is there for me
..Feeling more alone by the day
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Waiting for you is like waiting for the rain to fall.
Your answers short and sweet, far and few between.
Waiting for you is like waiting for the sun to rise.
Sitting holding my breath till something beautiful happens.
Waiting for you is like slowly dying..
Nothing could be worse than the sound of your own crying.
Waiting for you is like..
A cold death that may feel like its worth it.. but makes you
question your sanity..
Your answers short and sweet, far and few between.
Waiting for you is like waiting for the sun to rise.
Sitting holding my breath till something beautiful happens.
Waiting for you is like slowly dying..
Nothing could be worse than the sound of your own crying.
Waiting for you is like..
A cold death that may feel like its worth it.. but makes you
question your sanity..
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Bitter sweet Symphonies
Bitter sweet symphonies
Playing in my head..
Echoes of thoughts unspoken
and Feelings never said.
Anger and sorrow,
prayers for bitter sweet tomorrows.
Things that never came to be.
Lost wishes and broken dreams.
Regrets and hardships..
The darker things.
All these things play in my head,
like a bitter sweet symphony
of things not said..
Playing in my head..
Echoes of thoughts unspoken
and Feelings never said.
Anger and sorrow,
prayers for bitter sweet tomorrows.
Things that never came to be.
Lost wishes and broken dreams.
Regrets and hardships..
The darker things.
All these things play in my head,
like a bitter sweet symphony
of things not said..
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nobody likes a fat girl
nobody likes the fat girls
nobody likes the quiet girl
They see the one with zero selfesteem
and use that against her it should be a crime
But it would seem. That nobody cares
more than to know she is alive..
And only barely that
nobody likes the quiet girl
They see the one with zero selfesteem
and use that against her it should be a crime
But it would seem. That nobody cares
more than to know she is alive..
And only barely that
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Perfect.. I think not
you make me nervous..
I doubt myself, constant compliments..
That I have a hard time believing,
perfect and beautiful constantly appear
next to my name. I beg you to stop
because it hurts me to hear it.I can't see
it I wish I could. He tells me its okay,
that my believing will not change reality..
my only argument is I want it to be my reality too.
I don't want to listen and in my heart deny
what some see to be true.
My self confidence is at an all time low
I'm almost giving up like you never even know..
I doubt myself, constant compliments..
That I have a hard time believing,
perfect and beautiful constantly appear
next to my name. I beg you to stop
because it hurts me to hear it.I can't see
it I wish I could. He tells me its okay,
that my believing will not change reality..
my only argument is I want it to be my reality too.
I don't want to listen and in my heart deny
what some see to be true.
My self confidence is at an all time low
I'm almost giving up like you never even know..
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depressed again
Its hard to be so strong
when they talk about addicts
Doesn't she realize drugs aren't
the only thing you can be addicted to..
My depression consumes me once again.
God I wish I felt like I had a friend.
I wish I had a razorblade.
I wish I could do it again..
My heart beats fast and my skin crawls
to be ripped apart once more,
I crave that pain
Temporary release
Feeling alone..
I am falling to my knees.
I am ready to give up now...
But no one seems to see.
The sines are all there..
but it doesn't matter now.
when they talk about addicts
Doesn't she realize drugs aren't
the only thing you can be addicted to..
My depression consumes me once again.
God I wish I felt like I had a friend.
I wish I had a razorblade.
I wish I could do it again..
My heart beats fast and my skin crawls
to be ripped apart once more,
I crave that pain
Temporary release
Feeling alone..
I am falling to my knees.
I am ready to give up now...
But no one seems to see.
The sines are all there..
but it doesn't matter now.
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Whats wrong with our world today?
We put children and elderly on the back burner,
prisoners eat and live for free.
While our elderly pay out the ass for the roof over their head
Being fed food that I wouldn't force on the dead.
Mediocre schooling for the minds that we mold
and wonder why our worlds become a site to behold.
.
We put children and elderly on the back burner,
prisoners eat and live for free.
While our elderly pay out the ass for the roof over their head
Being fed food that I wouldn't force on the dead.
Mediocre schooling for the minds that we mold
and wonder why our worlds become a site to behold.
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Heart break
feeling like a perfect picture being created and painted into a perfect beautiful works of art. And then suddenly someone rips
the page from the wall still unfinished and sorta tearing at the edges.
They ripped it to pieces
stomped it into the dirt and crumbled it up.
Then leaving you to some how put it back together.
Try and create this beautiful picture once again.
Mending it as if it were never broken.
the page from the wall still unfinished and sorta tearing at the edges.
They ripped it to pieces
stomped it into the dirt and crumbled it up.
Then leaving you to some how put it back together.
Try and create this beautiful picture once again.
Mending it as if it were never broken.
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stop
that worried face.. pisses me off
dont worry about me. I'm fine
I will always be fine.
So stop
dont worry about me. I'm fine
I will always be fine.
So stop
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i am me
I am tired of apologizing for being myself..
Yet that is all it seems I can do.
I even apologize for apologizing.
My what a thing to do.
They tell me don't be sorry,
it isn't your fault.
And yet deep in my heart I
can't help but feel sorry,
you are hurting, or sick, or depressed.
It may not be my fault but still I am sorry.
I will out dork and loud everyone
and I will try to understand,
but what you must see is I am me
and I am not sorry.
Yet that is all it seems I can do.
I even apologize for apologizing.
My what a thing to do.
They tell me don't be sorry,
it isn't your fault.
And yet deep in my heart I
can't help but feel sorry,
you are hurting, or sick, or depressed.
It may not be my fault but still I am sorry.
I will out dork and loud everyone
and I will try to understand,
but what you must see is I am me
and I am not sorry.
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trapped
Trapped behind these bars of my own making..
Inside my spirit is shaking.
Pain and darkness..
Deep inside.
Something that I cannot hide.
My thoughts cry out
bringing me down.
Burying hope so deep
it cannot be found.
Inside my spirit is shaking.
Pain and darkness..
Deep inside.
Something that I cannot hide.
My thoughts cry out
bringing me down.
Burying hope so deep
it cannot be found.
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