JustinaSayWhat
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i try to write. i don't believe that i am successful at poetry.
but please give feedback
and your favorite Poem out of these.
Under my Moonlight-
I've got this thing called a conscience
It lives in my very core
It pulls on my heart cords
And punches my stomach
When I do something immoral
I don't think it likes me very much.
I've got this thing called a heart
It lives just beneath my chest
Beating at different speeds
When my emotions tells it to
Its secretively soft but boldly quite cold
I don't think it likes me very much.
I've got this thing called a brain
It lives under my hard skull
I like to call it my mind
It holds my thoughts, memories, and intelect
It's the voice inside my head
I don't think it likes me very much.
I've got this thing called an addiction
It lives inside me in replace of my soul
It tells me what to do and what people think
It makes me not care and makes me cry
I don't think i like it very much.
The end and a begining-
I could not see
the fire in my eyes
burning and iching
in your demise.
I could not hear
the answers to my cries
screaming in fear
deafened by your lies.
I could not feel
the pain on the surface
nothing was real
but the shame and disgust.
I could not help myself
behind prison bars
I could not love myself
with arms full of scars.
The will to live
withered and died
you took all i could give
even my pride.
I say goodbye to you
and what you made of me
to everything i used to do
you are just a disease.
i didn't become this way overnight
I trust that everything will be alright.
I am a Controlled Substance-
I want to feel wanted
not smothered
I want to be open
not covered
I could use a hug
instead of a leash
I want freedom
instead of boundaries
I want to be loved
not controlled
I want to be free
from your deathgrip hold.
Like a cage bird,
I refuse to sing
I won't say word
I'm just waiting
to be set free
can't you see?
I don't want to be your drug
your obsession
your world,
I am just a girl.
So Give me an inch
and I'll take a mile
watch me run away
along with my smile.
Infidelity of my own-
So here I am, and there I go,
Where I stand is to and fro.
The softest skin and lustrous grin,
I long to touch her once again.
The sinful adventure I obscure within,
breaking boundaries and making melodies
with music notes of moans and groans
shaking my very bones
passion and compassion go hand in hand
crossing over to the forbidden land
Where Infidelity sleeps with Adultery
The Immorality is ignored,
and secrecy is to our own accord.
I am adored and its worth the pain.
Look down on me with disdain,
I shall not abstain or feel any shame.
I take pride in my affair
and confide in someone rare
No harm implied, I just don't care.
I am what I am,
what the world has made of me
unfurled for you to see
This is true Infidelity.
An Ode to Sinners-
Here's to our infidelities
Our envious thoughts
And our insincerities
Embracing our Youth
Lift your glasses high
And accept our truths
From the petty white lies
To the adulterated lusts
We are birds of a feather
Carless and Unjust
We'll burn in "Hell" together
So here's to Sinners
To You and I, to Him and Her
To getting laid and getting high
To homosexuality
To loss of innocence
To corrupted morality
And intentional pretense
Here's to us, Humanity
To lore
To so called "Christianity"
To Sin, evermore
Cheers.
i'm not here-
life lost in drugs, booze and razorblades
bloodshot eyes, forgotten memories, and scars that will never fade.
the pain in this body is never relieved,
and i've murdered morals in which i once believed.
the person i used to be died a long time ago
overdosed on pills during her lowest of lows.
now i go on searching for the cure,
the remedy to my empty heart i keep obscure.
so i try my damnedest to fill the spaces
with alcohol, drugs, and intoxicated faces,
but no matter how many drunken nights and one time lovers
i'll always be alone under the covers
and the loneliness i cannot stand,
so i take every drug and liquor in the land,
i slit my wrist and let the blood fall to the floor.
and one night when you knock upon my door
i just might not answer anymore...
but please give feedback
and your favorite Poem out of these.
Under my Moonlight-
I've got this thing called a conscience
It lives in my very core
It pulls on my heart cords
And punches my stomach
When I do something immoral
I don't think it likes me very much.
I've got this thing called a heart
It lives just beneath my chest
Beating at different speeds
When my emotions tells it to
Its secretively soft but boldly quite cold
I don't think it likes me very much.
I've got this thing called a brain
It lives under my hard skull
I like to call it my mind
It holds my thoughts, memories, and intelect
It's the voice inside my head
I don't think it likes me very much.
I've got this thing called an addiction
It lives inside me in replace of my soul
It tells me what to do and what people think
It makes me not care and makes me cry
I don't think i like it very much.
The end and a begining-
I could not see
the fire in my eyes
burning and iching
in your demise.
I could not hear
the answers to my cries
screaming in fear
deafened by your lies.
I could not feel
the pain on the surface
nothing was real
but the shame and disgust.
I could not help myself
behind prison bars
I could not love myself
with arms full of scars.
The will to live
withered and died
you took all i could give
even my pride.
I say goodbye to you
and what you made of me
to everything i used to do
you are just a disease.
i didn't become this way overnight
I trust that everything will be alright.
I am a Controlled Substance-
I want to feel wanted
not smothered
I want to be open
not covered
I could use a hug
instead of a leash
I want freedom
instead of boundaries
I want to be loved
not controlled
I want to be free
from your deathgrip hold.
Like a cage bird,
I refuse to sing
I won't say word
I'm just waiting
to be set free
can't you see?
I don't want to be your drug
your obsession
your world,
I am just a girl.
So Give me an inch
and I'll take a mile
watch me run away
along with my smile.
Infidelity of my own-
So here I am, and there I go,
Where I stand is to and fro.
The softest skin and lustrous grin,
I long to touch her once again.
The sinful adventure I obscure within,
breaking boundaries and making melodies
with music notes of moans and groans
shaking my very bones
passion and compassion go hand in hand
crossing over to the forbidden land
Where Infidelity sleeps with Adultery
The Immorality is ignored,
and secrecy is to our own accord.
I am adored and its worth the pain.
Look down on me with disdain,
I shall not abstain or feel any shame.
I take pride in my affair
and confide in someone rare
No harm implied, I just don't care.
I am what I am,
what the world has made of me
unfurled for you to see
This is true Infidelity.
An Ode to Sinners-
Here's to our infidelities
Our envious thoughts
And our insincerities
Embracing our Youth
Lift your glasses high
And accept our truths
From the petty white lies
To the adulterated lusts
We are birds of a feather
Carless and Unjust
We'll burn in "Hell" together
So here's to Sinners
To You and I, to Him and Her
To getting laid and getting high
To homosexuality
To loss of innocence
To corrupted morality
And intentional pretense
Here's to us, Humanity
To lore
To so called "Christianity"
To Sin, evermore
Cheers.
i'm not here-
life lost in drugs, booze and razorblades
bloodshot eyes, forgotten memories, and scars that will never fade.
the pain in this body is never relieved,
and i've murdered morals in which i once believed.
the person i used to be died a long time ago
overdosed on pills during her lowest of lows.
now i go on searching for the cure,
the remedy to my empty heart i keep obscure.
so i try my damnedest to fill the spaces
with alcohol, drugs, and intoxicated faces,
but no matter how many drunken nights and one time lovers
i'll always be alone under the covers
and the loneliness i cannot stand,
so i take every drug and liquor in the land,
i slit my wrist and let the blood fall to the floor.
and one night when you knock upon my door
i just might not answer anymore...