Poetry

Red is for roses,
But also for fire
But red is also the color
Of love and desire
Blue is for violets,
And also the sky
But the sky fades to gray
If the clouds begin to cry
Sweet defines sugar,
But sugar can be fake
And if you are not careful
It will put your life at stake
So you see, 
What I'm trying to say...
Is that even the most beautiful things
Can be dark and twisted in their own way.

Poetry

I'm so done

I've tried too hard

And still you pulled

The pity card

I'm fed up with with drama

And all of your lies

Yet I know that you're hurting

I can see it in your eyes

What made you this way?

What turned your heart cold

Was it a twisting of fate,

Some story untold?

I pity, it's true,

Yes, I feel bad for you

But I'm not made of rubber

And your words stick like glue

I can't take all this pain

It doesn't leave with the rain

I can't take all the lies

Buried deep inside

So goodbye for a while

I will leave with a smile

Because I've made a choice that's better for me.

Poetry

A Broken Forever

Sit by me and smile for a bit,
While this childish dream dances round in my head
I know it won't last, that you'll soon be in my past,
But for you, I shall paint my lips red.
Grab my hand and promise me everything
Give me a thin band of silver as proof
But even angels tell lies, as another soul dies,
I cannot deny myself the truth.
We now speak of the future,
And yearn to be together.
But as you talk of the wedding, hell is where this relationship's heading,
And soon, there will only be a broken forever.

Poetry

You rely on everyone around you

Because you claim you can't stand for yourself

How does that feel to the rest of us?
Constantly bending under the weight of your health

Without us... where would you go,

Who would you be?

You neglect us all and trample us....

We're human like you, if you can't see

You're so headstrong,

You're 'always right',

You claim you live for love,

But it's not love, it's a fight

You confuse and abuse

All the privileges you own

If you'd stop confusing yourself,

The path is clearly shown,

There's a simple way to fix this,

This mess you call a life

But you're hellbent on misery,

And making her your wife

It's foolish, your dream

You're too young for this mess

So let go of her,

And let go of the stress

It'll be better in the long run,

Even if it hurts for a while

You're not meant for each other...

Go find a true reason to smile.

Poetry

Don't fear the simplest thing in life
It's a simple question,
What's the worst that could happen?
Sure, she could say no
But she could also say yes...
So tell me, what's the worst that could happen?
I know that you're shy
And I know that you're worried...
But tell me, what's the worst that could happen?
Don't give up your chance
Take the advice of "I hope you dance"
And tell me... what's the worst that could happen?

Poetry

The grand illusion of reality
Stretching far as the eye can see
Don't give up today for tomorrow,
Don't give up the rest of your life so early.
Yes I know you love him
Or at least you think you may,
But if he leaves you empty-handed,
Then what'll you have to say?
I try to help you out,
Yes I try to lend my hand,
But I don't want to break the hourglass
And spill out all the sand
The time goes slipping by now
Just know that when the last grain falls,
I'll be here to help you out,
And I'll stand here through it all.

Poetry

In a world of magazines

Plastic and perfection

It can be hard to feel that you fit in

Just looking at your reflection

Pounds and pounds of makeup

Is what they recommend

But then they tell you to lose weight

'Round every other twist and bend

Turning on the tv now and look at what you'll find

Picture perfect Barbie dolls

All body and no mind

Who cares what your opinion is

Now go and curl your hair

Some get lost forever

In beauty's evil snare

The mirror will attack you

Do not let it consume

Because if you listen to its lies

It will lead you to your doom

I've watched so many people

Friend and family alike

Make their try to be perfect

And end without a life

Be wary of the lies

The corporations tell

Another coin for them

Could mean your own private hell.