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Shayla Dendinger Poem
can you remember the time i let you in?
the time i showed you my heart?
the time i shared my soul with you?
the moment i poured out my blood when you needed it?
The second i saved your life?
The hour i saved you from your darkest secret?
The minute where you watched me bury myself alive?
Remember the time when you almost made me cry?
the time i made it a game to play your game?
the day i had my own time and took advantage of myself?
the hour it took to shut you out and let you go away for a long time?
well your going to have to ask nicer than that
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2012
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Shayla Dendinger Poem
A great day ending in tragedy
now you wait until you get the news
I was scattered in different forms
The car door was slammed into my side
The doctor walks in to give you the news
You fall to the floor
Tears falling from your face
Your makeup running down unto your clothes
Making a stain where your heart used to be
I took you back into the darkest place of my soul
Something was different more darker than before
Now you wait until the funeral of your lost love
Your standing in the corner
Your face is covered in darkness
The blood runs from your eyes
How it hurts in the worst way now that im gone
Your realizing how much i meant to you
Something you havent seen before
Your blindness fades away as you start to see
You fall to the floor fainting
No one picks you up
They drop my casket into my little hole
Where i will stay all life long
How your tears fall unto the ground
Getting soaked up by the soil
Drowning me in your tears
Admire the past no more ways to see the future
Now that your starting to love me more
You wait until you see me in a dream
Dying like the past
As your moving on i fade away
I am no longer alive
You left me behind
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2012
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Shayla Dendinger Poem
The Indian rounds the corner of the room
Seeing the sadness through the eyes of a girl
There are a lot of things about this world that we don't know
the truth behind humanity the heartbeat of ones last breathe
or the pain one suffers mentally
I don't even know if people can see the truth
Or if they shut themselves out of the real and into the fake
We all know the fakness of what a human can put off
We all know the sickness one stores inside their skull
Can we all see what's going on? this day I see some that are still blind
some that are so blind they can not imagine!
The things one can do
The things one may hide
A life filled with questioning
A life full of hate and despair
A life of several lies
A life with no reason of existing
A series of depression
A time of regret
A worry of fear
A fear of ourselves
An unwritten book with no pen to write with
Voice of reason
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2011
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Everyone seems happy
Everyone loves to entertain
Everyone wants to be famous
But will you make it in this world
Pick Me Pick Me yea
im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
Im nothing but a snob
A little entertainment on tv
Where you watch your kids die
The commercial reads
Need more volunteers to get shot
Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
please select me im hot
"It just goes to show
that all we care about
is getting famous
nomatter what we have to do
we will do it
just to get noticed"
Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
im being someone im not
Die die die die with me
because im famous now
Die die die die with me
because i want to be noticed
Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
everyone is hollow
Pick me Pick me Yea
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2012
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Shayla Dendinger Poem
I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!"
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat
He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face
I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2012
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She sits alone on her bed,
Trying to figure it out while scratching her head,
She figures she better go downstairs instead,
She goes down into the diningroom where her sister sits with all her friends.
She feels a tear roll down her face,
as she ran and broke her moms favorite vase,
The cops trying to figure out this case.
They took a step into her room where that gurl had been broken.
Maybe it was her sisters greed,
or her moms weed sitting on the table,
That little girl had past unto another round of life,
Her mom knowing, leaving her daughters funeral in strife.
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2009
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I got trapped in the dark
the cancer creeps closer towards my heart
I cant stand the pain that starts
they put a needle in me
my heart stops beating
I cant hear my thoughts or what im feeling
everything seems cluttered
I stand here in a daze
but your face starts to fade
I start to loose my feeling
my hands are numb and my toes wont budge
my brain stops working
little flakes peel off my heart
my heart turns gray
I cant wait to fly away
in the light I shall go
somewhere else but my home
where pain meets pleasure and death meets love
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2012
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I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through
I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts
She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.
I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone
When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past
Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world
She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black
She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean
She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun
She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2012
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Shayla Dendinger Poem
A part from my Journal
when i sit at my home with my family
i see they all look the same they act the same
dress the same and think the same
soon theyll discover that i dont belong
they want me to be plastic like them
but i cant i wont let them take me
my poems have been about depression
heartache and pain ever since i started
it dont seem to heal the wound
the scars i carry and the pain that bleeds from my soul
i cant really pour out my feelings for you
its hard for you to understand
no one knows me because i wont let them in
i wont let them see the truth behind the person
that they imagine me to be
the smile everyone wears on a sunday morning is only
a wall they put up to hide there pain
so i tuck it all away and act like im okay
so everyone will see me the way that i see them
Shayla Dendinger
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2011
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I know im not the best for you
but promise that
youll stay then ill be fine and
my problems will
fade away the sky will turn
blue not the color of
grey but today ill pray that the
words you say will
send me away to the land of
lost toys where we
will meet with all the lost girls
and boys
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2011
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