So, I guess I'm gonna start posting past poems. They may have a tag, they may not. Probably won't, actually. I'm just at a point where I wanna post, but right now everything is fucked up in my head and I don't wanna have to think to post anything about anything right now. "My engine's running on dry, my head's so fucked up inside..." Thanks Ben. ( Read more... )

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So my hubby really hates it when I cry. It's a very good thing that I don't do that anymore. Aside from one slip, it's been a little over a year since I cried. Anyway...so Kerry hates it when I cry. It really affects him. I could feel him wanting to fix me and knowing that he couldn't. Defeat. That used to bother me, which would make me cry more. ( Read more... )

Box Me Up
Say you got a little box
Box me up.
It's easy when you put things there
Box me up.
Easy for you to ignore
Box me up.
Shove me there with all of it
Box me up.
With everything that caused you pain
Box me up.
With everything that disappoints
Box me up.
I thought that I was better though
Box me up.
That I could stay away from there
Box me up.
Not so special ( Read more... )

This one is just...yeah. This one hurt to write. Many of them have lately. I had considered not writing it, but it would have just kept digging at my insides. It's really great to get stuff out, but sometimes it can suck. Sometimes I really hate my outlet. Seeing stuff written out can make it worse, almost like saying it out loud. It's like it ( Read more... )

GEEZE I hated college. Looking back, I'm not sure why, because I made good grades. I had to in order to stay in the nursing program. But it was really hard, dammit! My program started with 60 people and by the time we graduated there were 19 of us. 19!!! Insanity, I tell you! Anyway, here's a poem about me and my sadness related to college.

Can't ( Read more... )

People worry so much about me. When they worry it makes them sad. I don't want people being so sad about me. Rain is a great cover-up.

Beautiful Disguise
The cooling rain comes falling down
collecting in pools at her feet.
Washing tears away, cries to drown,
making steam rise in bitter waves of heat.
She sees her reflection in a puddle and stares
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My anger, rage, hatred, fear...rolled into a big ball, given an ominous shape, a destructive, possessive personality and called simply, It. Sometimes It controls me.

Caged
I feel It press in on me now.
Cowering at It's feet, I bow
placing a finger at my jaw
explaining how I owe It awe.
To It's forceful grasp I succumb.
It holds me tightly 'til I go numb.
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Yep, you guessed it! This was spawned from a story in an early sociology class. My professor tended to start class off in the right direction, but then get side-tracked by one of his many hippie rants. The problem was, not only were his rants paranoid and a little hypocritical, they were often repetitive. Hence, I rarely paid attention and would ( Read more... )

This was the first poem I wrote after my husband and I started dating. We went on our first date and then saw each other several times before my birthday. We hadn't been dating long enough for him to get me the typical flowers, jewelry, etc. He said that he noticed that I had poems randomly scattered throughout notebooks here and there and that he ( Read more... )