I am nobody for you.
You don't know I exist, too.
I'm a simple, shy girl
with some sixteen-year-old fantasies, too.
You don't know me,
and I either, too -
but there's something
I feel, too.
Wanna step up,
getting high with you,
scared to fall
in the images, too.
How say hi?
How say bye?
I'm here,
watching you
side of my eye.
I'm stressed out,
how to say you...
I'm that nobody
for you,
'cause we are
in our own cage, too.
Is there words to describe you?
All this time I’ve known you and yet we hardly talk. There is much of you that one would see and love.
yet the charm you hold is all I seek. No matter what once was. The only thought I can have is you.
You were all that ever was and all I ever wanted.
Is it that I never had you that makes me insane or the thought on what could’ve been.
You are the purest of pure of whom I could love and although you weren’t mine, there is no one else I could love.
In a rather egotistical
and pathetic attempt
to immortalize myself,
in something I lost,
everything.
And now that I’ve burned
all of my bridges and I’m drowning,
the only thing I have left
to do is work.
And it's not working.
And the only ones
praising my work
are little kids,
the same age I was
when I broke everything.
Lucky me.
I watch them do
the same foolish things,
reaching for pointless dreams,
immortalizing themselves
for no one and nothing.
What I wouldn’t do
to have something,
and what I wouldn’t give
for something
worth saying.
Empty words
look prettier
when they’re
written in blood.
And trust me,
it’s dripping
straight out of
my pen tip
and into my lungs.
I wish that
instead of pneumonia
I had amnesia.
Maybe then,
I could forget about
all of this.
There was nobody who could come and weep at his graveside.
So we invited the misty mountain, the gusting moorland
And meandering little river where he had sat down and fished;
But, they were all previously engaged. still, we went anyway.
Someone had to lower the coffin...and songs refuse to sing
If nobody is there to listen.
On a sunny day
Right in my parlour
Laying on the couch
I was going through my phone
Then I paused for a moment
Because of the sound of our wall clock.
The time keeps ticking
Every second
You see how busy nature is
Why sitting without labouring?
Don't choose comfort
At the age of labour
Then you gonna labour
At the age of comfort.
If you don't roll the dice
You won't see the outcome
If you don't pay the price
You won't get it or there
Time waits for nobody
But there's time for everyone
That's putting in the work.
Nobody reaches out to me,
Few people ever call,
Every boy is repelled by me,
And no one catches me when I fall.
People tell me they hate when I join their conversation,
But there’s more they don’t see,
I have to insert myself,
Because nobody talks to me.
My artwork is criticized,
“You aren’t even good at art” they say,
They do anything to make me hate myself,
Because it makes their day.
I eat lunch alone,
While everyone else has a friend,
They tell me making friends takes effort,
But my friendships always have a bitter end.
My “friends” walk out on me,
They see me as another person to taunt,
I know now that I’m the elephant in the room,
I’m the one nobody wants.
My poems do not have
a face and voice --
I sign them, Nobody, by choice.
As Emily suggested -- no difference
in blue and red? They are both
colors, and all are God – so,
Nobody, is my humble pod…
Content being, Nobody~ in the greater
fold of God.
I can traverse the sand in nudity.
This way nature wants us to be.
Legally, I can soak in the sun.
I can have so much fun.
Everybody else is just like me.
I sit here smug, my secret in place,
With a quiet cheesy grin upon my face.
They ask me, beg me, play I-spy, and pry —
But nope! Not me folks! I'm not telling why!
They try to read signs stuck on my lips
Unzip all my social internet blips and syncs.
To see the steely poker-face stare lurking
behind the smoke-screen tease, smirking,
Revealing a wink, a shrug, a side-glance-sigh.
But nobody knows, and I'm not telling why.
headstrong Bogong moths
find their mountains far away ~
star gazing gurus
she keeps her mouth shut
poisoned experiences
she trusts nobody
“Who is it about?”
You. It’s always been you. For months. Worth more than gold, weighing less than mud are my thoughts. Months of downplaying, cast aside, thrown to the pigs. You. It always came back to you. With your silky hair, long and dark. Soft to the touch, like one would imagine a cloud's. Your eyes, dark as midnight, calming to any heart or panicking mind. Midnight eyes, sparkling in the starlight. Capturing one’s vision and not letting go. You captured my vision, my mind, and my heart, and you don’t seem to want to let go. Your smile that lights up my whole world. Fireworks go off every time I see you smile. One thought burned through my brain: Why is it you? I have always gotten over it. You’re just different. Fear courses through my veins every time I see you. Fear that I will hear your voice. Fear that I won’t. I cannot tell which would be worse. Fear that you’ll see her. Fear that you won’t see me. Except that you never do. You’ve never truly seen me. You see her, you only care about her. I’ve never been more than a complement to her existence in your eyes. Go ahead and ask, “Who is it about?” Your answer will always be, with no hesitation… Nobody.
You don’t know me
You don’t know me
You believe you do
You don’t know me
You say that’s not true
You don’t know me
I hardly know myself
You don’t know me
I barely hold myself together
You don’t know me
I don’t know whether
You don’t know me
I walk the night
Can you even see me
I scream through the fright
Do you even hear me
Or I don’t understand why
You don’t know me
Or if I can walk another day
You don’t know me
Or should I go or stay
You don’t know me
If I go will you understand
You don’t know me
If I stay can you love me
You don’t know me
If I set myself free
You don’t know me
Walk past the mirrors
A stranger walks with me
Am I truly there
What is it I see
Best for me, best for you
You don’t know me
Best for us, best for all
You don’t know me
Best to take the fall
You don’t know me
No me.
Attractive lady with long shining hair,
nobody can resist such a charmer;
I bet you turn guys on to have fun,
and when danger comes, you run!
The one that promises the joys of Heaven
and make him walk slowly on rainless clouds
is a true deceiver who counts just to seven,
he's ready to give a handful of fake outs!
No man is prouder to show off his lady,
woe to her when she flirts with sweet eyes;
if nobody can resist a charmer that's sexy:
step outside and feel how my fist hurts.
Sensuous looks make you very desirable,
handsome men are full of vanity and drink wine;
if they make a pass, my rage is inevitable:
I'm aware of each move, don't touch what's mine!
So spin the heavy wheel, don't worry if it stops twice,
and spinning it makes all idiots bet much too hard:
I can lose, or even win some: I grab each winning dime,
risk all to gain more, look out for the clever bastard!
If nobody can resist a charmer with pretty eyes
he might as well challenge me to claim advantage;
winner or loser: blood dripping from cut cheeks
won't keep this guy from the fight and ditch revenge!
My life at stake and I didn’t realize
Where there’s truth there are lies,
That good could come from bad
Sorrow from what makes you glad,
Life sets us in many varying guises
deceit in her smile, malice in her eyes.
Life is one long stretch of compromise
Hard to break free before one’s demise,
Heaven, hell, sin, salvation, all hearsay
Life and death come and go but one way.
Trapped in time it’s hard to get away
To whom does this come? Lord, I pray
I must get out of here, must sever all ties
change my identity and assume a disguise;
With one heartbeat short, one breath away
The mighty death, Oh, is but held at bay.
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