Life Poems
+22My tender heart, it breaks for you
As I watch you struggle to reach
Its perfection you want to be
Your mind is fed these lies
That are poisoning your precious heart
The once innocent desires you had
Have turned to dark wishes that tear you apart
You’re straddling a barb-wire fence
Demands coming from each side
It’s not whoever wants your soul the most that will win,
It’s whomever you decide
So please make your decision carefully
I trust you to make the right choice
But please don’t depend on others opinions
But listen to your own voice
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+16Break my bones and break my heart.
F*ck the glue, I already feel apart.
Cry my eyes out, tears fall in a flood.
Slit my wrists more, it’s my blood.
The more that’s out, the less that’s in.
I won’t be like you if I commit a sin.
So hand me a knife, hand me a blade.
I’ll pour out my blood then slowly, I’ll fade.
Watch me as my world turns to black.
All those hurtful memories I don’t want back.
So come on, come one and come all.
Dripping my blood, to the ground I fall.
Tears now streaming harder down my face.
In position, ready to leave this place.
So with all of my might I dig into my wrist.
And I laugh hard, I couldn’t resist.
You were never there for me.
And that’s just how my life was supposed to be.
You were the reason that I bled.
I hope I made you proud, but now I’m dead.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+5 It starts when I hear your feet,
Left right left like a steady drum beat.
One. Two. Three. Four.
Four measure rest before you’re at my door.
Crash. Boom. Bang.
My head hits the floor like a symbol’s clang.
You’re screams of anger and my tearful plea
Form the Great American melody.
Whimpers and groans that spill from me,
Create the world’s saddest harmony.
Halfway through the time signature slows
I’m scared to death, and I know it shows
One last hit as I hold out the final note,
My breathing is short and it’s caught in my throat.
You smile at the end, you’re proud of your performance,
Who knew such talent was being kept dormant?
That’s my life, my personal symphony,
Too bad it’s not worth your sympathy.
My one last thought as you slam the door,
When would this abuse have its encore?
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+6forever I will be alone…..
in the darkness in the night……
i need to find the light……
for darkness gives a fright….
help me finally see…..
to find what I can be….
i am alone….
and swallowed by the lonely darkness….
How do i find others….
who will not hurt me..
but instead let me see…
where did they all go????
i need for my life to know…..
where they went……
so that i will no longer be alone…..
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+8 Many years ago, or something, our answers came from the Bible.
Its pages so flimsy and yet so strong, reminding us of ourselves.
But today, today we have magazines, with pages so glossy, slick, thin as sticks, the way people want to be.
Magazines tell us what to do; they tell us how to dress.
Magazines tell us what our waist sizes should be, and what we should, online, confesses.
We would be lost without Magazines, state the fools of this twisted century, for magazines tell us important things, like how to style our hair.
And magazines are filled with the cutest boys, and like they tell us how to flirt.
The sauciest angle to yank down our shirts
but what of the girls who are lonely?
What of the girls who are Goth?
What of the girls who are something unique, coated in black or not?
We walk alone, unrewarded, unseen, peering around stacks of magazines.
And when sad and lonely we may look, but there is nothing for us in that book. There are not mo-hawked boys in there, no boys with trench coats or long hair.
There are no sales on Lolita skirts, no posts for Metallica or Disturbed concerts.
There are no tips for a lonely soul; the only escape seems to be a pole.
If there is anything you were thinking of buying, just look at the model and you’ll start denying
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+14 I slip through the night in a hazy spell
Wake up hungover, but nobody can tell
My stomach lurches, my eyes can’t focus
I look like shit but nobody will notice
This drinking thing has gotten out of control
But at least it helps to fill the hole
The hole in my heart that keeps me awake
The emptiness beneath my ribs that I cannot seem to take
Everyone has ceased to care if I live another day
I guess by now they know I’ll do all I can to throw it away
I sit on the bed crying and looking at the ceiling
Trying to rid myself of this empty, guilted feeling
I know the only thing that can take it away
Is my overused razorblade
I pull out my little friend and stare at the shining blade
All of my thoughts turn into a blur of colours and shapes
This has become a ritual I cannot resist
The inseparable bond of razorblade and wrist
I slice and cut away the depression and shame
The guilt trip that I can’t seem to break
When I am finished, I lie down on the bed
My heartbeat pounding loud in my head
I feel utterly drained
But at least, you know, I’m no longer in pain
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+8 You bite your lip and keep your story untold,
And secrets are walls put up that keep us alone.
An inner bleeding that’s left un-shown,
A pride less life is all you own.
Things go hidden, you refuse to reveal,
Unravel your past, because the present is real.
The lies you live off of, were never yours to take,
And to rob them silently, was your mistake.
Tears soak the pages, it’s too much to write down,
As you walk away from innocence, and cry with no sound.
Cuts bleeding through clothing, plastic smile fading,
Gamble your life; your inner demons are waiting.
Inject rebellion, like a drug into your skin,
Because dying a little inside, is the only way to win.
Face your ghosts, and walk away to your flames,
Move along to the next person, you know scars don’t heal the same.
Close the book, and keep your lips shut tight,
Don’t tell a soul, and run away into the night.
Offer out your sanity, it’s theirs for the taking,
Tell them your fine, even though you’re obviously shaking.
Lie through your teeth, and hide the pain stirring inside,
But when you come face to face with yourself, that’s when you can’t hide.
Shake your head, because there’s nothing left you can say,
Ignore the truth, as you slowly walk away.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
