Poetically Beautiful

"Do you have a poem you would like to share? Post your poem or your link in the comments I would enjoy reading them." She sits on edge. Waiting for your arrival  To free her from the misery she is in. Bound in the same spot you left her. To afraid to cry out, her mind closing up Not to be free, mouth speaks no words She just wanted the softness,  Conversation, she knew how to bring. Shut down, locked down bound in the corner You left her. She wanted the gentle touch, complicated She became, to much for you to bare. Words she spoke, was not understood. Her words where twisted, with emotion, Twisted with nervousness. You could not bare her sight, Her voice, her touch was to much. So she sat in the corner where you left her. Now speaking to herself, for no one else would. Fear, too look up fear to open up fear too touch. So she embraced her corner, where you left her. So much pain she held inside, praying for its absence. Still wanting to reach out and to...

Run, run far, the ocean is peaceful. Run no-one will care. These tears I cry, can you see them? The voice whispers to and tells me to Run. The ocean, would be more peaceful. No One could judge me,  Hate me, not even to miss me. I would not do no wrong. Fear, would be no more. The ocean, would be so peaceful. Pleasing the wrong one,  Why, Do I do this? I just want happiness for everyone around. Not all think like I. The ocean, would be so peaceful. In my head, my own world. These tears flow but you don't see to catch them. Why?  Do they not love me enough? I love them all, more than they could imagine. Run, run far the voice in my head keeps Whispering. The ocean, it is so peaceful. How do I get there,  They follow nagging me. Words that flow from their mouth cuts Deeper than a sword. These scars reopening,   never healing.  The ocean, oh it seems so peaceful. These wounds, I just patched up. Why can they not leave me be. The voice is louder...

   My stomach,  turns feeling the anxiousness within you. Any moment not gonna be the same. Trying, to move forward forget my past my wrongs. These mistakes thrown back to my face. Knowing all I ever wanted was to be loved, and used and mistreated was what was in return. So my skeletons, fell in to play. Wishing, I would of been smarter.  Thought of myself more. Whor before so, I lived up to my name pride in that? none. My stomach turns in the thought of what I done. So tight the pain the sickness I can not bare no longer. Wanting that one just to hold me talk to me The love for another because in reality I can stand alone. I'm not worthy of another's love, my past has defined me my past has ruined me. Can I make up for what I have done?  Prove I can change?  No one will listen, care. So, the loneliness stays  with my head I hang low. With what I have done,  does not come pride. But shame and humility. For now, my stomach turns in the ...

Let me help you recognize the type of woman that I am.  You could have a bank account stacked with Benjamin's. Offer me anything I could ever imagine. Expect me to jump on bored. Not who I am.  You could be broke nothing to your name.  If I want you,   I will be the one to stand by your side to help you bring back your pride. So let me help you recognize the type of woman that I am. My heart, my family can not be bought. Money doesn't buy happiness. Take a closer look into my eyes what do you see. Because I am alone doing this alone. You think you found the words I wanted to hear? Let me help you recognize  The type of woman I am. I am the type of woman that will take her man by the hand  Give words of encouragement. Help lift him up to where he knows he can.  Let me provide when you can't. Because I know I can. Lean on me I will be your backbone. Look are you starting to see the type of woman that I am? I don't know  what you dea...

Shh. Close those little eyes As I try to make sense of this life. Lonely and afraid Stressed becomes distraction. Something anything to ease the pain. Shh. Close the little eyes as I try to make sense of this life.   Trying to shield you from all my wrongs Shh... Now your eyes please little one. Words I speak must be loud for your little ears For every word you hang too with joy maybe fear. Trying to find relive wanting this to end. My life... Not to drag you through destruction. A horrible mother, Shh now close your eyes little one As I try to make sense of this life. Every mistake I have made. You absorb learning the norm. This becomes How do I make this right. Hush now my little one shut those eyes. As I take this pain from mine. The struggle from ours. Shield those ears as I have spared my life to make happiness for yours.                     

There is a disturbance that abides within. Feel it? At least can you see it. The destruction that breaks forth bringing more pain and tears. Heart attack that Lies beneath Broken and unforgiving.  So grief follows all she knows to bring. There is a disturbance don't you see at least taste it.  On her every kiss. She gives her all knowing deep down   She can not be loved. So the heart ache comes. The destruction unravels not knowing how to stay strong.  Why she has to latch on. Why she believes a man is her comfort why she does not stand alone. Darkness flooded inside upset feeling in her stomach isn't sickness. But sadness her soul is crying for every wrong made. Things for children seen. Her soul begins to scream. More time to make this right is all she thinks she needs. I can fix it but procrastination sets in. Never knowing when and how to go about. Depression and moping around. Is it noticeable this disturbance. She smiles as big as she can... la...

You had a horrible nightmare, It hung on your arm. Becoming miserable by every moment.  Could not bare how displeasing the nightmare was. Trying to give in, The nightmare did. To become a wonderful dream, To become a reality.  But displeasing become more.  In every moment. Lovely, nightmare thought it was. Pouring out, what it could. Becoming futile,  You said, it was fun You loved it to the core. Ignoring, the futile, the displeasure before your eyes. The nightmare, you had that wanted to birth into a amazing dream. Darker it became. Free you was, breathe you did. Forgetting was easy. Everything it left, you destroyed. Your nightmare, enjoyed those moments of trying to be born so much. That it became a beautiful dream Now back to your reality, where it wanted to be. Beautiful dream, feeling stuck in it's own nightmare. Worthlessness, displeasing, it once saw Slipping down a dark whole. Never will be like the others You grabbed your heart, Before your dis...

Flowing white dress, the princess stood so beautiful, with tiny blue flower's in her hair. The dress so long as she walked down the isle. "To meet her love, her protector, her king the most amazing sexiest man she had ever seen."  "Two little boy's dress like men, each with a blue an white Rose pinned to the blazer of their suite."   Followed behind the Queen to be carrying the long tail of the white flowing gown. Flower's flowed through the most wonderful, most gorgeous Gothic style chapel. Stain glass windows along the chapel. The princess now at the altar with her strong, faithful, protector.  Her veil covering her face, Hiding her tears. Tears of happiness, excitement, tears of joy. Her king taking her hand, vowing to protect, to be faithful, to love honor and adore her. To be her stability,  to grow old together, freedom of the stress of the world. Sliding the ring on her finger representing their bond, their marriage.  Princess then gra...