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Sarah Price Poem
Confusion seeps in,
Next comes doubt.
Is this happiness,
Is this what love is all about?
Please tell me i'm wrong,
tell me its all in my head.
Darling I cant fight,
my thoughts win on this bloody night.
My hand finds the knife,
my mind whispering that nothing is all right.
the mirror broke in front of me,
i'm counting my breath.
I'm falling fast now,
the blade is weeping.
You're haunting my reflection,
the devil here for collection.
God forgive me,
I plunge the knife into the glass,
my body erupts in pain,
the knife plunged like a rock,
into this broken vein.
I heard the deep laughs,
I heard satan sing.
With one final scream
I greeted Hells eternity.
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I told her about the real me,
Who I love and who Im gonna be.
She looked at me with utter disgust,
I’m sitting there crying,
My confidence about to bust.
How can I love myself,
When my own mother doesn’t.
How can I come out to the world,
When my mother shunned me.
Everything about equality is wrong,
the only thing that people see,
is a twisted version of their own fantasies.
Being gay shouldn’t have to be fought for,
Being straight shouldn’t be the social “norm”
How about we teach each other,
That being gay is all right.
Let’s stop all the suicide’s that happen every night.
Let’s start a life with love and respect,
And maybe, just maybe,
That could be the new social “norm.”
Copyright © Sarah Price | Year Posted 2014
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Sarah Price Poem
I wanna wake up every day,
knowing the world is equal in every way.
But lately i have been noticing,
some changes about this nation,
that we used to call free.
Why are we jeopardized,
for loving who we are.
And why do we have to always hide,
the true colors of our hearts.
You should know your beautiful in every way,
and for every dark night,
there should be a brighter day.
So take off your mask,
and tell them all,
that true love is never wrong.
As long as you learn to stand strong.
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Sarah Price Poem
Never again will I see the rain cascade in front of me,
never again will I hear a birds gentle melody.
This hole I dug was too deep,
the measurement reading six feet.
I hear the screams of those that came before,
walking straight ahead,
through hells door.
If only you were there
you could've stopped the madness.
My wrist lay bare,
with the final slash of sadness.
I leave this world,
as a broken soul.
With a promise that ill return again,
right and whole.
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Sarah Price Poem
I promise you ill make this right,
to fill our hearts with a yearning light.
And draw the darkness that sadness stole,
to cleanse the hatred from within our soul.
I promise you ill make this right,
and take back those longing nights.
Don't worry dear its meant to be,
look now so you can see,
the ember representing you and me.
I promised you id make this right,
trust me now, we've won the fight.
So take aim, and shoot the arrow,
I know now the path is narrow,
Never again will our love cease,
so relax my love, we found the peace.
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Sarah Price Poem
I hide in the shadows,
shadows of my fears.
They consume me,
threatening to tear me alive.
One emotion after the next,
Until there's nothing left.
I fear my dreams,
The way they always turn against me.
Why must dreams be a reality?
Wouldn't that make it hopeless longing,
while you wish for a life you can't have?
Or would it be endless torture,
turning your deepest desires,
into utter fear.
Until hope is gone forever.
Then there's a smile.
The one that can hide so much.
Its like a locked file,
you know what it is,
you just don't know whats in it.
Yet your craving to know.
Aching to see the secret.
Yet to no avail,
making you go insane.
I don't see why things are like this.
Is it life that does it?
Or the longing to see what lies ahead.
It pointless anyway,
if you give it a thought.
Trying to figure out something,
when its just going to end anyway.
There's no reset button in life.
Making regret a useless rope.
To tug on it all day long,
trying to turn it back.
Then coming to realization,
that everything was wrong.
A drop of blood is all it takes.
A scream of the night
and all is right.
Laying six feet under,
staring with unseeing eyes,
at the stars above.
Maybe then will i start to notice,
that life doesn't get retries.
And everything I know,
wouldn't be a lie.
Copyright © Sarah Price | Year Posted 2014
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