Tuesday, December 27, 2016

it's never the right time: a poem

"Waiting for the right time,
It seems it's always passing by.
I couldn't say when we said goodbye
That it felt at that moment I could die.

When will it be the right time?
When will the moment stay a while?
When can I tell you how I feel inside,
Without it slipping out of my mind?

Hours, minutes, and seconds
Pass us by in the form of moments.
I'm searching for the right one,
For all my hard work to be done.

It's never the right time,
It won't ever pass me by.
I know that the end is nigh,
I'm only trying to feel alright.

The search is over,
You've made your location clear.
I may not love another,
I may just stay right here.

My hard work is wasted
And I wish it had never existed.
On glass I will tread,
Until these feelings shoot me dead."

Thursday, December 1, 2016

things we say: a poem

"I'm doing just fine, I'm doing just fine,
I tell myself so I can soak up the lie.
I'll be alright, I'll be alright,
I repeat until I don't want to cry.

I'm hanging in there, I'm hanging in there,
But the truth is I'm going nowhere.
I really don't care, I really don't care,
I hide the truth so that I can bear.

I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay,
Over and over these words I say.
Go away, go away, go away,
I scream inside but I hope you'll stay.

I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired,
Fighting in the cold puts out my fire.
I don't feel well, I don't feel well,
Not my body but my mind I quell.

I'm doing just fine, I'll be alright;
These lies help us sleep at night.
I'm hanging in there, I really don't care,
But all we truly want is to be there.

I'm okay, you can go away;
Things we say to keep friends at bay.
I'm tired, I don't feel well,
You try smiling when your mind is hell"

©  Girl of Nowhere, 2016

Friday, November 11, 2016

metaphorical conundrum: a poem

"I can't take a hint,
I'm not a genius.
I'm not picking up any clues,
I'm not a detective.

Either he's too careful,
Or he couldn't care less,
But the trouble is
I can't tell the difference.

I can't read the cues,
I'm not a scholar.
I'm not catching any blips,
I'm not a radar.

Either he's overjoyed,
Or he's just annoyed.
He may be writing the lines,
But I can't see the story."

©  Girl of Nowhere, 2016.