Will you ever Be FOUND????????????? Crazy Little Wallflower Within!!!!!!

So I’m done griping about nothingness, but I still wanted to blog, so I decided to post some poems that I wrote a long time ago.  it’s kinda funny to read the poems and think back to when they were wrote.  it’s even weirder to believe that any time I write I have to be in a particular mood, i can’t write a poem when I’m upset, by reading these poems you would have thought I was a depressed individual but in reality I was in a good place, it was just easier to write what I was feeling when I was clear headed and happier. so enjoy the reading and remember i love to write so it's not always  about me................. 

Found

 

Stumbled through the crowd
Never once thought I was proud
Pushing through those intrusions
Leaning on some painful illusions
You say I'm weak and lost everything
I believe I'm strong and repented for every sin
Looking at what brought me here
I'm stuck wondering what drove that spear
Where did I go to get so lost
How did I let go of my life with the worst cost
Picking up the pieces of loneliness
And pleading for a chance at forgiveness
I will wait for the day that my ropes are unbound
To no longer feel lost but to prove that I'm found

 

 

 

Wallflower

 

I'M THE WALLFLOWER WAITING TO BE SEEN.

MY SOUL IS SIMPLE YET NEVER CLEAN

THERE IS NO ONE THAT CAN PUSH ME DOWN

THERE IS NO LEANING SMILE FORCED UPON MY FROWN

I'M A BEAUTY WAITING TO BE WORN KEPT WITH THAT SMALL SARCASTIC SCORN!

YOU SEE ME AS A LEAF LOOSELY HANGING FROM THAT TREE, BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA OF THE POWER IN ME!

I CAN ESCAPE FROM YOUR SIMPLE REALITY BUT CHOOSE TO LIVE INSIDE THE EMPTY ROOM OF VITALITY.

I'M THE STRONGER OF THE FEW BUT THE CALMER OF THE TWO.

EVERYTHING COULD BE DIFFERENT IF YOU ONLY KNEW!!

 

 

 

PLAYED

I MAY BE SHIELDED BY FEAR OF FAILURE

LED BY A VICIOUS TALE OF ERROR

BUT LET ME ASSURE, THAT BACKING DOWN IS NOT THE CURE.

DO NOT PUSH ME THROUGH THAT WALL

DO NOT THREATEN ME, FOR WE SHALL SEE WHICH ONE WILL FALL.

I MAY NOT BE TOO KEEN ON BEING THERE TO WATCH IT FADE.

BUT I’LL BE DAMNED IF YOU EFFECT HOW MY HEART IS BEING PLAYED.

 

 

CHANCE

 

STUFF PLACE OF REMEMBRANCE, BRINGING ME TO THE PIT OF BEING DOWN.

CANT PRETEND THAT SUSTAINING MYSELF IS TAKING AWAY MY FROWN.

WANTING MORE IS GONNA BREAK ME TO THE CORE.

SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING WHAT THIS SO CALLED JOKE IS FOR

WHERE IS THE LIGHT LEADING ME HOME.

HOW CAN I KEEP SEARCHING FOR A PLACE TO ROAM.

HOW IS IT THAT YOU NO LONGER MATTER, TO THE PIECES OF MY PAST.

FIGHTING TO NOT DROWN IN THE SHADOW OF THE LINES THAT'S BEEN CAST.

WHO SAYS LEANING TOWARDS THE SHATTERED GLASS OF LIFE, MAKES SENSE TO THE CROWNING MOMENT OF STRIFE,

PICTURE PERFECT STANCE,

PAINTED WITH A GLANCE,

LOOKING FOR MY LAST CHANCE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

PRICK

 

WICKED LITTLE STRAINED MOVES.

PRICKLY LITTLE TRAINED SOOTHES

PRETTY LITTLE DISAPPROVES

WASTING ALL THE DIRTY SMOOTHS