Archive for June, 2018


Is Anyone Out There?

Do you hear the silent screams?

See the scars that are invisible?

Tormented within

It’s so hard to explain

But is anyone listening?

Is there someone who can help?

Anyone?

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At Night

I saw the moon tonight

Shinning brightly

I feel peace rush over me

I wanted to hear its serenade

But the evening traffic forced me to bid adieu

Counting Love

One, two, three

I’m hoping you’ll love me

Four, five, six

I need your loving fix

Seven, eight, nine

I pray you will be mine

Counting until ten

Wondering if you’ll love me, and when

I’m Sad

I smile and sometimes laugh

But deep down I’m sad.

They see a bright and happy gal

But they don’t know I’m sad.

Not out loud, just secretly kept,

I am sad.

I play pretend and deny it to myself

But the truth is, I’m sad.

– Maria Michaela –

I wish they could see my tears,

I wish they could come face to face with my fears.

I wish they knew how it truly hurts,

So mean words they wouldn’t blurt.

I wish they’d know I’m dying inside,

And see past the smile shown outside.

I wish they’d know how much I hate myself….

….so they will stop

I wish they’d just stop!

Wonderful In White

They’re all marching

Arm in arm

Everyone smiling

Pearly whites showing

Cameras flashing

He waits, excitedly shivering

Looking like Prince Charming

Or a knight in armor shining

His eyes, they seem like dancing

In the altar I arrive

He smiles as we wait for his bride

And I wonder

Would I look wonderful in white?

Magic

As if by magic I am captivated

Drawn into

Lured by its beauty and grandeur

I can’t resist it

Can’t look away

I let it engulf me

Consume me

Embrace me in its grasp

Take hold of my every being

And whisk me away

In Dreams…

…..I am bold

…..I am the best

Well loved if not, the most loved

I have him in my arms

But who is him?

“Him” can be anyone and can be surprising

Sometimes, I’d like to stay longer in my dreams

The Coldest

Cold, cold night

As cold as ice

As cold as his heart

As cold as my soul

As cold as the glare in our eyes

How and why did we come to this?

We’ve become frozen

Broken

We’ve become our coldest

Darker Thoughts

The days roll in and out

The sun shines bleakly

Ghosts of the past scream!

As if from the abyss, he hears them call

And he sees my gaze,

Dark and deadly.

He knows I’m calculating, formulating

I no longer have pure thoughts

Revenge has clouded my mind

And he knows he should be careful

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