Am I Good Enough?

There's a time and a place I wish to go.
Far, far away to Never Never land.
Where I won't have to grow up.
I can stay a little girl forever,
and live on the land.
With Peter Pan and all the lost boys.
I don't need a mother,
I don't need a father,
all I need is to be free.

Free from the grasps of reality.
Oh Tinkerbell, if I wish really hard, will you take me away?
Far away to Never Never Land.
I can help fight that nasty old Hook.
And I can swim with the mermaids in the blue ocean.
Maybe I could even be a pixie in training.
Just take me away to the land of make believe.
I know I couldn't be a lost boy, but I'm already a lost girl.

 

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So - how much older is he???????? 5 -10 -20 years????????????????????

 

I really like this one. I don't know why. Religious imagery always captivates me.

 

I feel like if I fall asleep,
I'll never wake up,
from this touch.
His touch, the touch of God.
I'm out of my body,
out of my mind.
Floating through space.
What is this feeling I feel from my head to my toes?
The feeling of floating on clouds.
And I look around and stars pass me by.
I'm a star,
I'm a star.
Look in my eyes, can you deny it?
I feel like if I go to sleep,
I'll never wake up.

 

_some_ of them are pretty good
thanks

 

... beautiful essence ~~*

concentrated, focused and condensed;
coal becomes diamond.

 

I want to be as free as the wind.
Blowing through the trees.
The breeze kissing your cheeks.
As I, the wind whisper secrets in your ear.
Do you feel me wrap my arms around you.
I'll caress and hold you sweet one.
And I'll blow right through your grasps,
because you can't see me.
But I'm there,
I'm there.

 

"Crimson Tears"

Just like the rain that falls.
Blood breaks through my skin.

Just like the tears I cry,
the blood comes in rivers.

I don't know why I do it,
or maybe I do.

I'm just afraid to admit my pain I've lived through.

But still I live,
even though I'm dying inside.

Still I survive,
even though I wish I could die.

And still I bleed,
for every bit of good in my life.

I feel unworthy,
like I could cry.

Cry tears of crimson,
let the blade cut into my skin.

Cry tears of crimson,
let my pain scar on the outside.

Cry tears of crimson,
can't you see I'm dying.

Dying to be loved,
dying to be hated,
dying to be everything you're not.
Dying for these feelings I hide so deep inside.

I must let it go,
and fade like a worn out picture..

Teresa 4/10/03

 

"Push"

You pull,
I push.
Waiting for your games to end.

I feel ten times older;
I had to grow up
with all the heartache and pain I've endured.

My hearts turned to stone,
and it's stopped beating.
I got this razor in my hand and it's cutting my skin.
I have demons to deal with, and they're slowly winning.

They promise life will get better,
but slowly I'm being pushed to the edge of sanity.
When all that’s standing between me and insanity is a glass window and it's breaking.

I've said I've felt like porcelain,
more like fine china,
broken into a thousand pieces.

Will this pushing ever stop?

"Broken Doll"

Once this doll was beautiful,
with blonde wispy hair.
And big blue eyes, so innocent, so sweet, nothing harmed her.

Once this doll was gorgeous,
with dainty doll features,
and porcelain skin, no flaws perplexed her baby doll face.

Once this doll was perfect,
wearing her beautiful white dress.

But all that's left of this doll
is her matted hair, and broken face,
with her naked body exposed for all to see.

Once I was beautiful,
but now I bleed,
and my baby doll face has been stained with
tears.

I once wore white, and I once was innocent,
but with time that innocence was lost.
My big blue eyes,
no longer see my fairytale world; they see the disaster that surrounds me.

My face is no longer flawless,
I'm no longer perfect,
but yet I'm still porcelain.
Shattered into a million little pieces that
can't be put back together again..



"Letting Go"

I hold on,
unwilling to let go.
Of my childhood,
my past,
my fairytale dreams.

Slowly like a hurricane,
they're destroyed and I'm left,
having to let go.
My innocence,
and make believe world,
have long since perished.
Can't I at least for one minute believe in these things I once trusted so naively?

I have to let go,
and it’s slipping from my grasp.
Forever its gone,
my innocence disappeared;
with you.

~Teresa~

 

“Full Moon”

Golden ebbs,
of white pure light.
Kissing the earth in rays.

The heavens sparkle radiantly,
as the faeries dance and play.
Orange glowing embers of tiny stars,
rain down upon us.

The captivating lure of
mother Natures work.
They each have secrets they're willing to tell.

But if you listen with your ears,
you're a fool.
For these secrets you listen with your heart.

To see the faeries,
don't look with your eyes.
Look with your mind.
For if you think like a child,
all the wonders of the world will
be within your reach

 

excellent excellent poems!! i write songs and poems myself but i'm so busy with school i just don't have the time to write anymore..


Take it easy

PG

 

Excellent and 'Full Moon' is wonderful.

 

Merci beau coup guys .

 

are you a dreamer
a believer.
a lost cause of life and love.
innocence is such bull crap.
The weight of the world,
the edge of the earth.
my existence is nonexistent, and i may never look back.

 

shine on, little star

 

Stumbling, tumbling.
Trying to break free.
From whatever it is that's holding me.
Everywhere I look, everywhere I turn, I see the same thing.

I'm a jaded flower, ready to break free.
Don't step on my hopes, dreams or aspirations.
I'm just a little flower..

 

Chivalry is dead, and I died along with it.
When romanticism is gone there is nothing left but non-existence.
When men don't care about how a women feels and kill out of cold blood.
My heartaches for the way it used to be.

When things where done in honor and not in cowardice.
When respect and love where the essence of life.
When quarrels could be solved with the tongue and not the sword.
Since the tongue is harsher than the sword.

When knights and kings ruled the world and chivalry was the right thing.
Hospitality, love, life, and respect for each other.
Different indeed, but aren't we all different in our own right?

(I wrote this for a class last year..it was one of three..I have no clue where the other two are..)

 

In those last few minutes before the trigger was pulled;
what where you thinking?
Did you think of all the hurt you'd cause.
All the friends who cared?
All the family you loved?

In those last few seconds;
did you think about us?
Your two boys;
or where you so messed up from your addiction?

I'm not going to judge;
I'm not going to lie;
I can't believe this even though I seen you; and kissed your forehead.

I can still remember being a little girl and playing in the snow with you.
How we went ice skating on the lake outside my home.

But those memories are gone; and so are you.

Your sister; my mom loved you very much.
Even though she would probably never admit it.
Watching her cry broke my heart.

And seeing grandma breakdown was even more devestating.
And those two precious boys you left to fend on this earth,
well they're pretty messed up aswell.

I guess we're all pretty messed up in our own ways.
Why couldn't you have found a better way out?
I guess we'll never know.

 

I was happy for a moment.
Lost in thought,
nothing to bring me down.
But that never lasts too long,
and soon I'm jolted back to reality with a cold hard thud.
Now I cry in my corner and stare at my wounds that I do not share.
Wounds you can not see, but I can.
And cries you cannot hear, they are mute.
And I'm invisible to the world around me.
I just want to disappear, fade away into the surreal.
My happiness is no longer..
I feel empty and numb, and unloved.
Is that anyway to feel?