Poetry

[yesiwritepoetry]

11/13/13

Honestly.
There’s this cave on a cliff,
hidden within a book.
A group of hawks,
call this cliff home What do you call a group of hawks? I want to go to this cliff.
Stand in the middle of the ledge
and scream.
Scream until my lungs and voice give out. Then I want to walk into the darkest parts
pull my knees to my chest
and cry.
Cry until there are no more tears. Then I want to pick myself up of the ground
walk out of the cave
and sit
Sit and watch the hawks soar across the sky. I want to watch the baby hawks hop around
take their first flight
and soar into the sunset I want to be reminded that even when my world crashes down
there is always hope
If I open my eyes and see the beauty around me Created by the world’s best artist.
The one who sits beside me on the ledge,
admiring his handiwork.
Including me.

[yesiwritepoetry]

Please don't let that be your goodbye As I'll follow you into the sky To live a life of permanent night I know you've lost all your fight But grab my hand as I reach out to you I promise I will pull you through We'll live to see a brighter day Surrendering is not the only way

[yesiwritepoetry]

Written: 10/22/13

What's 11 days.

11 days is pain with no release Pressure to do what's right Not what's comfortable

11 days Screaming inside Swimming with a brick tied to your leg It's so much pain and anger and hurt

It isn't freedom from anything It's not freedom from a blade Or freedom from the thoughts It isn't strength

It's the build up To a climax Where I fall over board Harder than ever before

Because that's what each day feels like Like the pressure to pick the blade up Builds Day by day Minute by minute

Until I give in

This isn't strength This is cowardice

[yesiwritepoetry]

Written:10/6/12

Save me from the pain Of this losing game I can't do this on my own I see your hand outstreched to me I'm reaching out But you're just out of reach I'm reaching out But you're just out of reach I finally grab ahold Just to slip from your fingertips I slip from your fingertips I fall into the grasp of the pain

This is a losing game

[yesiwritepoetry]

By The Power of Three, You Save Me

I've been broken and abandoned Beaten and abused Pieced back together By the strength of super glue

Yet no matter how hard I try Or the distance that I fly

The pieces tear apart Leaving in my hands, a bleeding heart

As I watch my life unfold Alone in the cold I scream and I cry At the desolate sky

Why am I alone In this place I call home When did everything become so wrong? This is not where I belong

Father can you hear me? I'm begging you, please save me! You never said it was easy But you never said it'd be this hard

I'm drowning in this thing called life Surrenduring to a blade and a knife Sinking further and further from who I want to be

I'm slipping from your grasp I cry out as I watch our hands unclasp

But you're the light in the dark And I no longer fall apart

You've pieced me back together With the stripes made from leather Because of the blood shed for me I am loved, by the Power of Three

[yesiwritepoetry]

You Know...I Haven't Chosen A Title...

Everything in my life was connected to that one place

to those few people

who were torn away like a page from a book

A chapter of my life, erased forever

floating through the air in irreparable pieces

Pulled from me in the swirl of pain and fury

one choice, one choice caused my pain and tore my heart

a choice that was rightfully mine

yet wrongfully taken

You made the choice for yourself but I'm not you

I attatched myself to them with invisible tethers

Ones you snipped away so easily.

they held me here, kept me sane

you turned your back on them as if they were nothing

yet you expect me to do the same

loyalty, loyalty is everything to me

to someone who has had their back stabbed so many times

so many times, that fingers are not enough 

to turn my back on them, would be to send a dagger though my heart

I know the pain of losing someone

losing someone and having no idea what you did wrong

decisions out of my control

made from the wrath and fury of the ones who said "I do"

Do those two words mean nothing to you? 

Sickness and Health

Richer or Poorer

Till Death Do Us Part

I've had my heart ripped out.

stepped on and shredded into a million pieces.

I've lost everything

My church, my family, my will to live

Empty, hollow, a castaway log.

I've lost that one place 

and forever will that hole within my heart be.

And the sad part is, no one knew how much that tiny building at the end of the road meant to me. Those people were my family just as much as they were his. But you decided to leave him, thus tearing me from them. 

[yesiwritepoetry]

Save The Pawn, Or Checkmate The King?

Could you two open your eyes long enough to see,

that you're the reason behind my misery...

behind every ounce of hurt, anger, and pain.

Can't you see that this is real?

You play with my feelings 

as if this were a game of chess.

Each of you coming up with a plan to conquer the king,

until you've got them backed against a wall

with no visible escape. 

While you call checkmate, 

you fail to see the overall game. 

You've played me like a pawn;

simply throwing me into the fire

just to protect yourselves.

So now it's time to chose:

save the pawn or checkmate the king?

The goal of your game is to conquer the king, 

but can't you see...

you're sacrificing me?

                                 --Madison Clark.

[yesiwritepoetry]

Secret Wonderland.

Three peas in a pod.

The three muskateers.

Whatever you may call us, we're stuck to each other like glue./

Three different people,

three different states...

brought together for 1 purpose:

To be there for one another./

Merging calls just to hear us all together

laughing and making jokes.

Drifting off into our own Secret Wonderland,

until one of us has to go

and we're pulled back to reality./

To keep our friendship alive

is our biggest goal.

Whether it's 3am or 3pm

we will always be there or each other./

He is the wise one;

26 years can do that to ya!

He can make us laugh until we cry...

lift our spirits when we're down.

He gives advice we may not want to hear,

but deep inside we know he's right./

She always livens the crowd,

her personality is truly unique.

impossible to put into words.

She brightens our day,

lends a shoulder to cry on.

She is the world's most amazing listener.

Her point of view on some of the smallest things,

is truly inspiring./

As we try to keep in touch,

I wonder if out triangle will last forever.

They know my deepest secrets...

I would trust them with my life./

As I sit patiently writing this,

I wonder when they'll call.

So that I can leave the real world momentarily,

and drift once more to our Secret Wonderland.

The sound of their voices lift me up,

and let me know they'll always be there./

We don't let 3 different states

get in the way of our friendship.

But I have just one question before I end this poem...

When can I drift back to our Secret Wonderland?