Long Lifegirl Poems
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I’m not me
look into the mirror, and what do u see?
A sad, depressed girl staring back at me,
She can’t even look herself in the eyes,
Tears well up, but she won’t let me cry,
I couldn’t take the world anymore,
That’s what I thought when I locked the bathroom door,
The girl in the mirror, she isn’t me,
At least not what I used to be,
This strange girl was out of her place,
Even the vibrant colors were worn off her face,
So many cuts and little scars,
When the pain of life just went way too far,
The smile she used to always wear, its gone unnoticed, and disappeared
All there is on her face, is anger and fear,
I didn’t want to, but she’s making me do it,
On the bathtub ledge, she forces me to sit,
There's a razor blade in my hand where the hell did that come from?
I shouldn’t do this; my body’s already numb,
Turning the faucet and the tub fills,
The water is so cold, it’s sending chills,
I knew what was going on, but couldn’t do anything about it,
My body wouldn’t respond, but inside me, I was having a fit,
Sinking into the water clothes and all,
I felt like a drenched puppet doll,
The razor at my fingertips,
I close my eyes and bit my lip,
This girl knew she was going to die,
I now can feel her start to cry,
Placing the menacing blade to her wrist,
I thought of all the things I’m going to miss,
I feel the blade deep inside my arm as I scream inside,
The anger within her will no longer hide,
The deed is done, my arms are sliced,
This girl doesn’t care at what price,
I stare down into the water, I can see red,
The room is spinning, shouldn’t I be dead?
Someone’s banging loud on the bathroom door,
I’m getting colder, down to the core,
The person beyond the lock is calling her name,
And began to scream when no answer came,
This body of mine, it’s getting numb,
My heart beat, it echoes like a drum,
My head leaned back, starting up at the ceiling,
While my mind is ringing,
The locked door is busted down,
I feel like I’m about to drown,
There is a boy standing here staring,
Sorrow and desperation burning in his eyes
Falling to his knees, he begins to cry,
Now look in the mirror and tell me what you see?
What you thought was me is not really me.
Form:
I am
The red ripe apple of the sinful tree,
The honey suckle of the bumble bee.
The pink blushed rose Of the secret garden,
The stubborn spoilt lass,never in pardon.
The youngest daughter of the honeyed sun.
The castle dream girl in Sands Of fun.
The jealous lover of the crescent moon,
The blowing Wind in strong monsoon.
The first white swan in the silver lake,
The seizmic tremor of each earthquake.
The scarlet love bird on each window pane,
The falling tear drop of crystal rain.
The candle's flicker of each passionate flame,
The Mystery!mademoiselle,madam,or dame?
The Copper butterfly in each Serene Meadow,
The Sunday church girl in White snow's shadow.
The brown eyed maiden of deep blue Seas,
The pretty Woman of soft strawberries.
The old fashioned lady in sweet proposal,
The gold stringed harp in music's motion.
The colored Smile on rainbow's face,
The flamenco dancer covered in lace.
The little Mermaid in pirates'streams,
The wafting wave in glittered gleams.
The twinkling Star Of black silk skies,
The lanterne light Of fire flies.
The Cindirella in glass slippers,
The happy verse of each romance.
The grown up baby who easy cries
The grown up lady who easy smiles.
The wishing feather of a flying free dove,
The Veiled young lady in the 'Power Of love'.
Charma
Mirror mirror on the wall who do you see looking back at you?
I would say to tell the truth but what is the truth really?
As you look into my eyes can you honestly say you'd answer back sincerely?
And just from a reflection, a mere image can you eat it up and digest the real me?
I guess I'm asking way too many questions maybe I should start first.
When I look into the mirror I see thunderstorms, I see troops running in dirt
trying to make their way home.
I see this girl in the mirror and who see's
a cracked reflection. Lines going up and down like lighting in the sky.
People tell her she's a dime piece but damaged goods she feels like inside.
But she still can't figure out why she feels incomplete.
Often times she feels obsolete just like empty milk cartons.
In this mirror she gets images of herself chasing rainbows and butterflies in empty feilds.
And instead of being barefoot she runs in heels. The real her, you'd have to dig down deep
for because she conceals it. Almost like little kids burying treasures in the ground for safe
keeping. If you find the door please turn it like a faucet and let her leak into you.
All her life she's been searching for someone to seep into. Someone willing
to soak up all her essense for like a sponge.
The girl in the mirror is still searching....
Nobody cares that a girl is beaten for disobeying her father
Nobody cares that a boy is killed for trying to break up a fight
Nobody cares that a baby is drowned for crying too much
But I care… Its not right for people to turn the other cheek
Nobody cares that a gay man is stripped of his clothes and forced to walk out in the street
Nobody cares that a transvestite is revealed of a secret in front of their friends
Nobody cares that a lesbian is forced to make a ***** so her parents don’t find out
But I care… Its not right for people to turn the other cheek
Nobody cares that a girl is forced into sex, beaten when she refuses
Nobody cares that a boy is forced to clean up after his mother’s flaws
Nobody cares that a group of friends gets arrested because they look suspicious
But I care… Its not right for people to turn the other cheek
Nobody cares that a girl is beaten for disobeying her father
Nobody cares that a gay man is stripped of his clothes and forced to walk out in the street
Nobody cares that a girl is forced into sex, beaten when she refuses
But I care… Its not right for people to turn the other cheek
Hey have you ever thought
Look at her she’s so fake
Well maybe that’s why she’s distraught
Maybe she is trying to hide her mistake
The next time you look and say
Look at him he is pathetic, so mild
See his bruises, the ones they gave today
Tell me then that he is like a useless child
Well you see that girl with killer heels
The one that acts so loose
Well she hasn’t got a good deal
She goes home to her mother’s abuse
You know nothing about the kid
But see only the acts he commits
Don’t see the father from which he hid
Nor the scar from his father’s drunken fits
So don’t tell me you don’t judge
When you see the young girl with a bump
You think she’s a fool, and hold a grudge
But there is a reason she tried to jump
There is more to a book than a cover
There is pain cause from others
There are crimes committed by a lover
There are different reasons why people suffer
Form:
I peek out the window looking for a glimpse
while hiding as I don’t want to be seen
And I fantasize about the girl next door
and I wonder what my actions mean
I sit and dream watching others come and go
all the while sitting in my chair
Though I once had the courage to go speak to her
I’m now afraid and it’s not fair
I have a drink and light a smoke
and watch this girl next door
and I wonder well what could happen if I just said hi
and the answer makes me hide some more
I chastise myself for being weak
as I sit and write out my feelings in prose
When in my mind I’m walking over to her
and introducing myself with a rose
But that’s not what I do as I seldom mingle now
and my neighbors think me a terrible bore
And right they may be and though here I still sit
I dream of talking to the girl next door
Poor girl
Poor girl walking on the street,
For three days she didn`t eat,
Her cotton dress was old,
Her thin body – very cold.
Winter wind was blowing harsh,
Suddenly, I heard a crash,
One moment… girl was down,
Blood… on all white town.
Is there in the street any rule?
Even way to heaven was cruel,
For this blameless soul,
Angel suffered all.
Blood on her white dress and arm,
Life can`t do her any more harm,
Angels raised her little soul – pure,
She had no pains to endure.
In her world there is no sorrow,
No worry for tomorrow.
- Please, girl, take me with you now!
- I`d do it. I don`t know how.
- Please, Lord, don`t let me here!
- Your soul to raise… needs many tears.
Love, help others without fears!
And God will be with you in all the coming years.
In her darken dreams again
Just like shes had before
Riding a jet black stallion
Naked from the clothes she wore
In the repetition of her dreams
She has never been alone
For the same two knights on horseback
Are following in her roam
They ride into a clearing
And always up ahead
It's the running of a child
Is she alive or is she dead
She gallops up beside her
A girl so young and blond
Carrying a beautiful flower
Once again has she gone beyond
She leans down to grab her
Screaming she can not reach
She was just about to touch her
As she awakens from her sleep
Does this have a hidden meaning
Has she known this girl before
For every time she reaches out
She gets closer than before
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This average girl isn't nice
and she isn't mean.
For this average girl has always
been something in between.
You cant choose between left and right
if they look exactly the same
Believe me
this Average Girl has tried
and always lost her way.
This average girl has got
a bit of everything
and it hurts her to think
that she will always be that way.
But It has never stopped her
from dreaming
for this average girl can dream
Though very down to earth
and realistic as she seems.
This average girl cannot
and will not fall in love
This average girl is never an
answer,
always : 'none of the above'
This average girl continues
to live life in a dream
for this average girl
sees life as average as it could seem.
Form:
Have you seen the girl who thirsts for somebody's attention? Have you seen the girl who
hungers for somebody's affection? Have you seen the girl who is scared and confused? Have
you seen the girl who, no matter what she does she always seems to lose? Have you seen
the girl who has been raped too much throughout her life? Have you seen the girl who never
seems to do anything right? Have you seen the girl who is so very lonely? Have you seen the
girl who no one thinks she is unhappy? because she always has a smile on her face, she's
very good at hiding the pain, and keeping it away. Have you seen the good woman that she
has turned out to be, that missing girl, come to think about it, is me.*