This is a blog I created strictly for my poems instead of my other blog which they seem to get lost in
Ask me Anything!
Heathermarie9991
Ask me Anything!
Heathermarie9991
look at me,im all grown up know!
i dont know how it happened or when!
but somehow it did im practicaly an adult!
your the only reason im not freaking out,
you let me be my inner kid,
you laugh at childish things with me
you love me now and it let me know that youll always love me
i learned to grow up as long as your in love,
your still young at heart.
today is the last day of my life
today is the last day i can do right
today is the last day that i am me
today is the last day that i am free
today is the last day that i have hope
today is the last day that i can cope
today is the last day that im sixteen
today is the first day of my rein… as drama queen!
NEVER hold anything back!
it makes life easier to let it all out, and you’ll never miss out.
*Caution:you may be hurt more*
ALWAYS speak your mind and let peopleknow who you are!(or else highschool will steal your voice and you may not find/take it back.)
“Welcome to unoriginality!Welcome to conformity!Your uniforms are over there.It’s the oneextra small sizeto be fit by all!”
OH PLEASE!
YOU DONT HAVE TO BE THAT EXTRA SMALL SIZE!
JUST BE YOURSELF!
“she’s an artista
a painter actually;
see that ‘smile’ on her face?
well it’s her most famous piece”
hate
is a powerful word
almost as Powerful as
Love
Im better than Barbie, who can dance and sing
Im better than Barbie, that little plastic thing
Im better than Barbie, with her blonde hair and NO fat
Im better than Barbie, Im better that that!
how did i get here?
everything is in a daze.
i dont remember who i am,
and who you are,
and where we are,
and what we did.
can somebody please pick me up?
put me back on my feet.
so i can see clearly,
i dont like how things look anymore…
through my rose colored glasses.
“unpopular” girl- Aren’t you exhausted?
“popular” girl- No. Why would i be?
“unpopular” girl- Well… I mean…I heard keeping up with an image can be tiring!
“popular” girl- What are you talking about? I’m just being myself.
”unpopular” girl-Oh. Really? Cause with those clothes that are way too tight, and that hair that been dyed one too many times, and that with all that makeup, and the way you don’t think for yourself…. letting reality shows run your life. Yea it looks like your being yourself alright.
drifting through the endless sea
with people, some that don’t mean much to me.
but the other make me burn with passion
the embers of the fire that burns in my eyes
are moved about, and without a doubt
i feel alive and ready to push through that endless sea
with the few people that mean the world to me.
I want to Scream!
I need to be heard!
I just want someone to care!
I need a friend that can be here til the end,
without leaving me behind once again.
When a better oppeortunity comes around.
Thats when I can be found,
Crying there on the ground.
Talk
Its it that hard to make a noise,
sound it just passes through us.
We all hear the silence but how many of us hear the truth?
Who has the curoage to SPEAK the truth?
It hurts some, helps others see the light,
and some choose to stay deaf.
The Silent tension is choking me, Speak!
We won’t hear the truth or pass on it’s words to others!
A lie can spark a wild fire and burn so many we love down.
Learning the truth can help your fly.
So why don’t people just TALK!
I feel like I’m stuck, frozen in place. I feel like I may never get away; I’ll just fade into the background, where I’ll surely be replaced. I feel trapped inside a virtual dudgeon that is taxing on my soul. Seeing things that will never be, seeing things that I can never hold. I feel friendless and lost and all on my own. I feel pain of not being “good enough”. I think that I cannot see myself as I did once before because I do not exist anymore. I am just a human prop in other people’s lives. I had you your change and you get on with your life. I am a cashier, a daughter, a student, a sister, a friend? To myself, maybe I’ll be myself in the end. In a world where I can become anything that I want I sure do find myself missing “me” a lot. Why is this excruciatingly difficult for me to confront people and find out the answers I need. I can be a crazy cat-lady I am half way there with my own brand of crazy. I just need some cats which will not be hard to find. The feral ones of my home town roam free all of the time. I can pick some of them up give them love warmth and shelter until they to jump ship and leave me to swelter in my own suffocating affecting where I will once again end up dying alone.
