In The Spotlight

[beanpoophead]

Stand alone
in the spotlight
overdose on this life
pouring out puss
filled with my life
dripping down, down, down

naked, she is
begging for acceptance
in a world that
threw her out
mesmerized by
all your morning glory

sticks and stones
broke her bones
branded by the fire
flames glow
and make her
whole

terrorized by
not knowing
what it is that
makes her stop and stare
side tracked
and bare

to my soul
I give you this
tattered, torn
and weary
glimpse of hope, bid
her sorry farewell

caused by your
catastrophic need
to have and to hold
what more it is
that you need
to breathe

born into sin
taken out by fate
taught me how to grow
push the seedlings
by and by
to tithe

mistakes, mistaken
long ago
pushed into this love
solely that
we can someone feel that
she can truly grow

into what she is
when she closes the door

 

[neverwas]

caused by your
catastrophic need
to have and to hold
what more it is
that you need
to breathe

i missed this peice the first time round. the whole things stands out to a part of me but this sectoin the most your writting always leaves an impression.

 

[FixXxer]

sticks and stones
broke her bones
branded by the fire
flames glow
and make her
whole
--

its all in a learning experience.

terrorized by
not knowing
what it is that
makes her stop and stare
side tracked
and bare
--

i feltt his alot... back then. someting just seems to be there makin you drift off task.. something just isnt right. its annoying that you cant just get on with your life like you know you have to. its natural, annoying as hell, and i hate it.. but natural.

please keep writing.. your work is beautiful.

 

[beanpoophead]

Originally posted by FixXxer
i feltt his alot... back then. someting just seems to be there makin you drift off task.. something just isnt right. its annoying that you cant just get on with your life like you know you have to. its natural, annoying as hell, and i hate it.. but natural.

ah i wasn't exactly sure what the feeling i was writing about was, but you just described it perfectly. sometimes i think its my ex, sometimes my best friend, sometimes its alot of the things i gave up in the past, and lately its been what ive given up for my parents happiness.

i SO badly wish i oculd just get on with things and forget about everything that has happened, but i can't and it tortures me so.

thank you both for all the encouragement. no one, except the ex, in "real life" read my poetry. i dont like to let people in, plus when i tell people i write poetry they are often incredibly surprised because i dont come off as that kind of person. so its really, really encouraging to read that people can connect with what i write. writing is my passion,sometimes i think it was i was born to do.... but then sometimes i think thats foolish.

 

[cherub]

I think some are born to write naturally and some just don't have a clue, but I find that peope who tend to write are more aware of life around them.

Great stuff