Stop by PoetryGrrrl

Stop by PoetryGrrrl

Stop wasting your life
wating for people
who never show up,
whether literally
or just metaphorically.

If they really wanted to,
they could not be prevented
by every single circumstance
no matter how big or small,
for all of eternity,
until the end of time,
from being part of your life.
Armed with nothing
but some lame excuse,
and they didn’t even try
to make it sound convincing.

I only want what is meant for me.
There’s nothing I feel is worth forcing.
And if actions don’t match words,
well, the truth is forthcoming.
Why suffer for something
I know is not real?
If I know it’s a lie,
what’s the appeal?

No more squandering precious time
on these one-sided deals.
Move forward instead.
Be happy, and heal.

~Poetry Grrrl

My Love by PoetryGrrrl

My Love by PoetryGrrrl

You’ll never know all of the things I won’t say.

I will never admit you still cross my heart
At least a hundred times a day.

There would be no point to declare
That I still long for you.
That I still crave you.
That without you, I pine away
while other men speak of my beauty,
and beg to be my slave.

I feel nothing.
I am dead inside if not for pain.
It makes me miss you more.

Nothing is a fitting substitute for you, my love
But I would sooner die than say
that You are my whole heart.
That I would beg to be Your slave.
That You are the only person I want to say I’m beautiful.
That I still miss You every moment of every day.

They say “be careful what you wish for”
Well, I know better anyway.

No one could ever pray to compete
with the ghost of you inside my head.
Not even you, my dearest love.
My living, breathing daydream.

This love is so bittersweet.

Poetry by PoetryGrrrl

Poetry by PoetryGrrrl

Some days,
I open my mouth
to simply breathe
but instead,
poetry flows out of me
in torrential streams
enough to drown anyone
unlucky enough to be caught
at the wrong place
at the right time,
between me and my rhyme,
but hey,
on the bright side,
it’s always a nice day
for a swim.

 

Virus by PoetryGrrrl

Virus by PoetryGrrrl

The reason I compulsively forget
everything you say to me
is so that I won’t become lost
dissecting everything you ever said to me
looking for signs of hope
which I know are not there
yet, find anyways somehow
overload, the cache was too big
purge, restart, repair, reconfigure
trying to erase the data you left
on my heart drive
but you’re like a master boot record virus
I need to flash my BIOS
to get you out of my memory
and I didn’t have time
to back up my system config
before you infected me.

Virus, an original poem by PoetryGrrrl

Original Poetry is © 2011 PoetryGrrrl.com – all rights reserved – no reproduction without my explicit permission.

Pressure by PoetryGrrrl

Pressure by PoetryGrrrl

I am a full cup
one drop
will make
me overflow
I am a dam
weakened by
erosive forces
holding back a
thousand pounds
of pressure
but just barely
please send reinforcements
before it’s too late –
patch me, fill in
the cracks
— Pressure, an original poem by PoetryGrrrl


Original Poetry is © 2011 PoetryGrrrl.com – all rights reserved – no reproduction without my explicit permission.

Drowning by PoetryGrrrl

Drowning by PoetryGrrrl


Emptiness
that I cannot fill
Darkness
can’t see until
Morning
is too far away
Choking
with too much to say
Drowning
in the deepest abyss
Sadness
is there more than this?

Original Poetry is © 2011 PoetryGrrrl.com – all rights reserved – no reproduction without my explicit permission.

Torn to Pieces by PoetryGrrrl

Torn to Pieces by PoetryGrrrl

my love,

would you be surprised if you knew
that my every thought returns to you?
you’re the first thing on my mind when I awake,
breathing you in with every breath I take,
you’re the last thing on my mind as I fall asleep
and when I am lucky, I see you in my dreams;
you may as well be the blood in my veins,
for whenever you leave, I bleed to death
and am re-born when you return to me,
our visits too few and far between;
you’re all that I need, though you don’t see
that my heart is broken, for I will have to be
content with loving you from afar;
wanting you with all of my heart,
feeling torn to pieces whenever we part;
my thoughts are forever on you when they should not be,
for you don’t, and never will, belong to me,
and yet, knowing this, still I am not free,
a slave to what I feel and not what i think;
such hell and such pleasure in humanity.

Original Poetry is © 2011 PoetryGrrrl.com – all rights reserved – no reproduction without my explicit permission.

Channeling by PoetryGrrrl

Channeling by PoetryGrrrl

longing
for things that can never be
waiting
for my heart to finally see
frustration
need not lead only to pain
temptation
is merely inspiration with another name

for temptation need not be acted on,
and frustration can be channeled into other things;
waiting can become an exercise in zen,
and longing for something I can never have
is better than having no interest in life again;
at least it gives me something to feel.

Original Poetry is © 2011 PoetryGrrrl.com – all rights reserved – no reproduction without my explicit permission.

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