Wish you’d stood by me

Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain,
living a life with nothing to gain,
Surrounded by darkness, overwhelmed with shame.
A life without peace with no one to blame.
Do you know of a place undiscovered unseen, 
A place that holds only shattered dreams,
A place filled with sorrow with no end in sight,
I am given this accolade each and every night.
Do you know of a place so cold, 
This is the place I call my soul,
A place without hope or comforting dreams,
A life not worth living wouldn't it seem.
Do you know of a life that should have never been, 
And the feeling that today this life must pack it in.
One more day of sorrow is much too hard to bear,
I am tired of living a life of heartache and despair.
Do you know a person with so much pain inside, 
Or the feeling of forlornness when no one hears your cries,
Maybe when the tears are gone and I can clearly see,
The only regret left will be…

When you’d wish you had stood by me ….

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Numb and Hollow

Emotions !!!!!!
Do you feel them?
She was numb and frozen,
Yet it dimly sparkled like a dying gem.

She was a hollow shell.
With life as terrible as hell.
Pitch black and nearly brain dead.
There was nothing in her life ahead.

Broken !!!!!!
Do you know what that feels like?
Piercing explosions,
Burning afflictions,
Hollers of agonizing cries.
She had nothing left that tries.

Eyes closed,
Heartbeat stopped,
Barely alive.

Passion !!!!!!!
Why is it so strong?
She was deprived from it.
The Demon had done her heart way too much wrong.
Killed was the lust,
Lost was the temptation.

Love !!!!!!!!
Why is it so painful?
Once crystal clear and beautiful,
Now a turned poison from what was as pure as merino wool.

She was an empty well.
Into an endless oblivion she fell.
Pitch black and sorrow fed.
There was nothing in her life ahead.

Eyes opened,
Tears flowed,
Standing in front of a cheval glass,
Watching as she wholly turned gold to brass.

Things you’re not

You are not your age,
Nor the size of clothes you wear
You are not your weight,
Nor the colour of your hair
You are not your name,
Nor the dimple on your cheeks
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak
You are the croaking morning voice,
And the smile you try to hide
You are sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you have cried
You are the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you’re all alone
You’re the places you have been to,
And the one that you call home
You’re the thing that you believe in,
And the people that you love
You’re the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of
You’re made of so much beauty,
But it seams that you forgot
When you decided you were defined,
By all the things you’re not.

The Book of my Epoch

I have a bookshelf for my heart,
And ink runs through my veins,
I’ll write you in my story,
With the typewriter in my brain.
My shelf’s getting crowded,
With all the stories I’ve penned,
Of the people who flicked through pages,
But closed the book before end.
And there’s one pushed to the very back,
That sits collecting dust,
With its title in finest writing,
“The ones who lost my trust”.
There’re books I’m scared to open,
And books I don’t ever close,
Stories of every person I’ve met,
stretched out in endless rows.
Some people have only a sentence,
While others once held a main part,
Thousands of inky footprints,
That they’ve left across my heart.
You might wonder why I do this,
Why write of people once I knew,
But I hope one day I’ll mean enough,
For someone to write about me too.

Blazing Fire

Before she burnt like blazing fire
She was Adams’s ale for ages known
Quenching the thirst of parched alone
She gave and she gave and she gave
Until she transformed from Ocean to Desert
But instead of withering from the calidity
the anguish, the agony, the affliction
She bewitched all her pain under a spell
And from her own cindering ember
Became blazing fire

Virginity Bereaved

Our knees and legs pried open
By cousins and uncles and men
Our bodies touched and rubbed and nudged
By all the lewd and lecherous people
Ploughed with two fingers or three
Too tender and timid to renounce and resist
Pinned legs to the ground with thy feet
It feels like rubber against an open wound
As it goes faster and faster and faster
Your mouth clogged with tissue balls
You swallow the lump in your throat
Learning the consequences of womanhood
Should’ve been learning science and math instead
Forced and stripped off brutally
That even with the bed full of safety
You are Afraid

What’s Ugly?

What do you think is ugly?
A broken tooth?
A crooked nose?
A stray hair?
An extra pound?
A scarred skin?
Or a stretch mark?
No, I will tell you what’s ugly.
Judgemental brain,
Malicious words,
Evil intentions,
Promiscuous sight,
Masked faces,
And selfish actions.
Look in the mirror you’ll see,
Make-up will only go so far
To hide an ugly heart.