steal me away from here by jessbrant2005, literature
Literature
steal me away from here
steal me away from here
if only for a moment
somewhere far away
if only in your dreams
help me run away
if only into your arms
hide me away
if only in your heart
kiss melike you want me by jessbrant2005, literature
Literature
kiss melike you want me
kiss me
like you want me
hold me
like you need me
touch me
like you need me
love me
like you want me
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like my smile
love my laugh
like my words
love my voice
like my humor
love my personality
like my body
love my heart
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I hide myself away, rather not by jessbrant2005, literature
Literature
I hide myself away, rather not
I hide myself away, rather not others see
the craziness, the pain, the evil inside of me.
I gotta get it out, it won't let me alone
The voices in my head, this beast seems to have grown.
The pain running through my veins, impossible to ignore
the silent screams of rage, can't take it anymore.
Terror courses through me, with every beat of my hate- infested heart.
I press the steel to my skin, the cold kiss against my flesh
a slight hiss from my lips, my two realities seem to mesh.
Comatose state I live in everyday, emotion charged terrifying nights.
The sweet smell of each drop, the sharp pain finally bites
through my subconsciousness, maybe I
It looks impressive, but how b by jessbrant2005, literature
Literature
It looks impressive, but how b
It looks impressive, but how believable is it?
It looks deep, but can you see below the surface?
Please don't look too close.
It looks impenetrable, but why does it seem so fragile?
It looks authentic, but could you catch the fake?
Please don't look too close.
It looks impassive, but who am I fooling?
It is beginning to fade.
Please...don't... not too close.
I've made myself believe
It was impressive, but it was pathetic.
It was authentic, but it was a facade.
No one looks too close.
I've made myself b
Be gentle with my heart, it's damaged to the core.
I really want to love you, you're everything and more.
I can trust you with my secrets; I know you've got my back,
but can I give you my heart, already bruised and black.
It all came so swiftly, I let you make me swoon.
I know it was too early, and it's definetly too soon.
I let you in far deeper than I know I should've done.
How can I love you so, when we've only just begun?
I'm scared to let you know, afraid to let you see,
how far I've gone under, how much you mean to me.
What if I'm nothing to you, just another girl,
If I pour my heart out to you, it'd kill me to see your lip c
I'm tired of dreaming, because all too soon
I wake up to reality.
I'm tired of wishing, because all too soon
the star has already fallen.
Then you came into my life and made me realize:
My reality is for chasing dreams
and the fallen star is soon replaced with another,
waiting on the next wish.
if you wanna get to me by jessbrant2005, literature
Literature
if you wanna get to me
If you want to get to me
put it in a song.
Set the words to a melody,
we can both sing along.
Set the words to a melody,
it'll mean so much more to you and me.
A little strings, A simple beat
you're voice ringing, oh so sweet.
Some strong base, a soulful verse
let it speak to me until it hurts.
Let's start it off slow
then see where it will go
========???????===========
I'm tired of dreaming, because
all too soon I wake up to reality.
I'm tired of wishing, because
all too soon that star has already fallen.
Then you came into my life and made me realize:
My reality is for chasing dreams
and the fallen star is replaced with another,
waiting on the next wish.
steal me away from here by jessbrant2005, literature
Literature
steal me away from here
steal me away from here
if only for a moment
somewhere far away
if only in your dreams
help me run away
if only into your arms
hide me away
if only in your heart
kiss melike you want me by jessbrant2005, literature
Literature
kiss melike you want me
kiss me
like you want me
hold me
like you need me
touch me
like you need me
love me
like you want me
----------------
like my smile
love my laugh
like my words
love my voice
like my humor
love my personality
like my body
love my heart
------------------------
I hide myself away, rather not by jessbrant2005, literature
Literature
I hide myself away, rather not
I hide myself away, rather not others see
the craziness, the pain, the evil inside of me.
I gotta get it out, it won't let me alone
The voices in my head, this beast seems to have grown.
The pain running through my veins, impossible to ignore
the silent screams of rage, can't take it anymore.
Terror courses through me, with every beat of my hate- infested heart.
I press the steel to my skin, the cold kiss against my flesh
a slight hiss from my lips, my two realities seem to mesh.
Comatose state I live in everyday, emotion charged terrifying nights.
The sweet smell of each drop, the sharp pain finally bites
through my subconsciousness, maybe I
It looks impressive, but how b by jessbrant2005, literature
Literature
It looks impressive, but how b
It looks impressive, but how believable is it?
It looks deep, but can you see below the surface?
Please don't look too close.
It looks impenetrable, but why does it seem so fragile?
It looks authentic, but could you catch the fake?
Please don't look too close.
It looks impassive, but who am I fooling?
It is beginning to fade.
Please...don't... not too close.
I've made myself believe
It was impressive, but it was pathetic.
It was authentic, but it was a facade.
No one looks too close.
I've made myself b
Be gentle with my heart, it's damaged to the core.
I really want to love you, you're everything and more.
I can trust you with my secrets; I know you've got my back,
but can I give you my heart, already bruised and black.
It all came so swiftly, I let you make me swoon.
I know it was too early, and it's definetly too soon.
I let you in far deeper than I know I should've done.
How can I love you so, when we've only just begun?
I'm scared to let you know, afraid to let you see,
how far I've gone under, how much you mean to me.
What if I'm nothing to you, just another girl,
If I pour my heart out to you, it'd kill me to see your lip c
I'm tired of dreaming, because all too soon
I wake up to reality.
I'm tired of wishing, because all too soon
the star has already fallen.
Then you came into my life and made me realize:
My reality is for chasing dreams
and the fallen star is soon replaced with another,
waiting on the next wish.
if you wanna get to me by jessbrant2005, literature
Literature
if you wanna get to me
If you want to get to me
put it in a song.
Set the words to a melody,
we can both sing along.
Set the words to a melody,
it'll mean so much more to you and me.
A little strings, A simple beat
you're voice ringing, oh so sweet.
Some strong base, a soulful verse
let it speak to me until it hurts.
Let's start it off slow
then see where it will go
========???????===========
I'm tired of dreaming, because
all too soon I wake up to reality.
I'm tired of wishing, because
all too soon that star has already fallen.
Then you came into my life and made me realize:
My reality is for chasing dreams
and the fallen star is replaced with another,
waiting on the next wish.
STOLEN INNOCENCE
Maybe you're wondering why the title is bold,
well that is because a story needs to be told
This isn't your average poem about a personal thing;
actually, it's about a subject that makes my heart sting.
Picture a girl, no younger than five
whose heart is filled with joy and is oh so alive.
Think of the teen you may call your best friend
who just might have nearly met a bitter end.
Think of the boy, you might have once known
whose purity was taken before he was grown.
Think of the men women stolen away
only to be tortured and sold another day.
What am I referring to? you may ask.
Well this poem of explanation, is my next ta
I can smell you faintly in the air
Scent lingering, each whiff a soft caress.
Like cigarette smoke in a rebel girls hair
Your scent is here no less.
I twirl your scent around my finger
Letting it twirl and dance away
All night here, your scent shall linger
Comforting me until the day.
It started with a text,
from him.
My heart skipped a beat;
every time my eyes,
skimmed over that message.
Hello,
he said.
Hi,
I said back.
The letters began to fly;
we talked everyday.
It started off,
like a tingle.
Then exploded;
with every text.
Saying cute little things,
silly love poems.
But,
he was also there;
for the bad times.
Where I wanted to cry,
he couldn't hold me.
No,
instead he made me laugh.
Nervous.
I didn't want to,
say it first.
Bad relationships in the past;
flood my memories.
Praying to God;
that he isn't like him.
But my phone,
had the answer.
His message,
the letters burned in my head:
I love you.
We wanted to meet,
IM SORRY
for being me
I know that I'm not perfect
And you seem to know it too
You always throw it in my face
Whenever you get to
It's like nothing that I ever do
Will ever make you happy
Because Your always comparing me
And it's makin me feel crappy
You lower all my self esteem
And all my self respect
You act like you are helpin me
But your makin me a wreck
Not smart
Not pretty
Not good enough
As far as you can tell
It's driving me insane
And you make me want to yell
IM SORRY
and whisper
For being me
I pray every day and night
That somewhere in the world
Awaits my shining knight
But then my head begins to whirl
Maybe I'm just crazy
And
The best way to die
The worst way to die
Is without any regrets,
Is with so many regrets,
Quickly and painlessly,
Slowly and painfully,
Having lived a full life
Having not lived at all
And ready to ascend into the heavens.
And unprepared to fall into hell.
There is nothing left on earth
There is so much left on earth
For us to do.
Death has come to redeem us,
Death has come to capture us,
And we are ready for him,
And we try to hide from him,
As our hearts are clean.
As we have secrets.
We will be remembered
We will be forgotten
By
she is not your goddess by bittersweetmysteries, literature
Literature
she is not your goddess
she screams nightly into:
bloody, broken fingernails clawing
at cold brick almost as if she believes in
miracles. she is a thief of stolen things,
silences howling with awful triumph.
in the darkness she is a cry for help
with no answer, so we keep
her heart buried deep beneath
the crumbling walls of a mind
protecting the tattered remnants of her soul
with all the self-preservation she can muster,
still haunted by the knowledge saturating her bones-
she didn't earn a goddamned thing.