Come to My WorldCome to my worldsee through my eyessee the pain and sorrowhiding behind a maskhiding behind a liehiding behind the eyes of anger and painSomewhere in the distanceis a place for meSomewhere I haven't found yetMy world is darkness and nothing more.I hide in the darkness I scream misery hidden and unheard by othersby the mask I hide behind.Is it forever,this pain I feel?Will I escape and one day be freeor be trapped in a world of darkness and shadows forever?
MemoriesMemories are bitterhurtful scenes replay in my mindhaunting me when I am awake and asleep in the darkness of my dreams.I can't seem to escape.Am I missing something to let myself be free?My memories keep me trappedinstead of free and happyThey are the silent tears I can't express aloud.
All I Want...All I wantis somebody to love me as I am.Not because of some princess faerie tale they believe is mebut who they see behind this mask I hide to protect myself from the prying eyes.Let them see the rain as my tearsthe rolling thunder as my angerthe lightning as my fear.Let them see the the oceans waves as my powerthe wind as my strengththe seagulls cry my battle cry.Let them see the mountains as my refugethe forest my gracefulnessthe river my stubborn coarse of direction.Let the streams dance and race around meLet the wolfs cry to the moon bring me back from the wrapping darkness.Let me listen to myself for on
Oreos to ProtectionThe creamy insides between the hard crunchy outsides, a hard solid protection. The satisfying crunch, the endless taste of cream goodness and the chocolate enjoyment. The aroma of a newly opened package, a dream of what heavens like. Oreos are like the world. The earth is like the inside creaminess of an Oreo while the atmosphere is the hard crunchy protection. Protection is blinding to the eyes. For me, I remove the metal frames with clear looking pieces, the picture frames of my world. They change the view point of my view. A side of blurriness and innocence or a side of clear and sharpness; the eye catching eye pieces. My decision of what
My Life as a RogueI look down. My heart stopped as I recognized the tortoiseshell fur, dampened by the rain. "Harlow!" I shriek as I race towards her still frame, my heart skipping a beat as I run. "Harlow, wake up, please wake up!" I yowl as I nose her gently.She's still, her breath shallow and hoarse, full of pain as she fights for her life alone. Suddenly her eyes open, waked by the touch of my nose. Her gaze is full of pain and the love she has for me. I can't tear my gaze away from hers, my heart deep in sorrow. As she opened her mouth, she coughed up blood as it tickled down the side of her face. I lean closer and hear her whisper over and over, painfu
Left Behind In Shadows I'm always left behind, left in the shadows of past friends.I'm forgotten, locked away from the world I thought I knew.A world I thought I belonged to.But I'm blinded with saddnesss, anger and hatred.I scream inside, but on the outside, I'm a person hiding behind a mask.
No One...No one hears my cries,my screams.No one sees my sadness,my scars. No one feels my pain,my loneliness. No one can sense the real me present. They walk by.I'm invisible to others.But sometimes I want to scream that I'm not.
It's Never The Same...I want to spread my wings once more,to be free of this pain I hold in my heart, a box full of secrets, lies and truths.But I can't let go of the memories that are inside.I can't tell the secrets, the lies a burden in my mind.I'm lost inside, screaming for help.... But no one hears the cries and screams that are hidden behind this mask I wear. I won't break out. I can't,And I won't.I don't have the strength. I'm just a lost cause, a touch of forgotteness in a lingering shadow.
Sadness...There is sadness in my eyes,that I cannot hide.I can't turn away.If I run, it'll catch me.If I hide, it'll find me.If I lie, I'll be punished. I never thought that this would happen. Its suppose to happen to other people,strangers that I don't know.Not me.Not ever. Why me?It's because I'm being punished and I must live with it.
Because....Because of you....I'm dying inside.Afraid to go out in the world. Afraid that everyone will be against me.Afraid of being alone for too long.Because of you....I'm fighting a lie.I hide them from myself but...it never lasts long. Secrets and lies...they only hurt in the futureinstead of wanting to protect the one thing in the pastthat happened to change everything.Because of you...I'm in pain.No one sees the pain I suffer.No sees that hope is lost to me.No one knows... and I tear myself to pieces my heart broken in two.Because of you....I cry blood red tears. You'll never understand me...never kn
Alone...I feel so alone.There's nothing no one can do. I watched myself fail.I watched myself die.I tried to hard to save myself from the darknessbut it doesn't matter anymore. I'm trapped inside. I can't escape.
Left BehindI'm always left behind. In the dark, alone and forgotten. I think to myself,I am a burdenor a thing- an object- that isn't wanted. I'm always left behind,I have dreams,but they are shattered. I have goalsbut they are crushed. No one cares.Not even me. But I know,Inside....I really do care...and I want someone else to care as well.
I'm....I'mtired of crying...I'm tired of being pushed awayI'mtired of being ignoredI'm tired of being hurtI...want to know if I'm heard.I don't want to have goodbye on my mind....
DarknessSitting in the darkness, alone.My thoughts come to life...I ask myself why I broke.Why I gave upWhy have I changed.But I haunt myself with the question...Why am I mistaken as a lost cause.I'll never know....Part of me does.... the other part,wants it to a be a nightmare,one I'll wake up from in the end.
An Empty Hole...There's an empty hole.She use to be there.I use to be there....falling into place.but now she faded into darkness.I faded...forgotten and replaced.No one can do anything...She has the scars to prove it.I have the scars...
Just A GirlA girl of ackwardnessA girl behind a maskA girl who wants changeA girl who breaksA girl who wants to be seen as stronginstead of weak and an outcast.But she falls into darknessas she is pushed away from the lighta light that could have saved her.
The MemoriesHow do the memories ease the pain I feel inside?They are bitter remindersof my failureof my horror past,the daunting childhood of painful scars.Am I too young to understandor just a stone to leave alone in the teardrop rain,A stone to be forgotten?
Fighting a LieI am fighting a liea lie I try to hide from myself.No one talks about how I live.No one knowsthe pain I suffer.I scream inside,the scream are unheard.The choices I make,are ones I don't think are right.My life is a constant fightfor reasons to liveEven though I don't speak up,the fight is in me. I just need reasons.A reason to live.A reason to not give up.
Stand my GroundI'll stand my ground even with silent tearsas they gently brush my cheeksas they fall from my sorrow eyes.
The Place I Love So DearlyThe Place I Love So DearlyThe wind blows the wisps of my auburn coloured hair against my pale skin,wrapping itself around my black frames, a frame of my pale blue eyes through a looking glass.The powerful waves wash on the shore in desperation,the thunder bellowing its rage,the lightning lighting the midnight sky with streaks of bright light,the wind blowing its strength with the salty scent of the ocean. The cry of seagull, the warning to others. The sound of the waves echo in the shells I pick, the ones I put close to my ear to listen to the melody of the Ocean I love so dearly.By: Cedar Lyn McGee (me)
ImagineImagine a placeWhere the oceans wavesBeat a simple melody,Imagine a placeWhere angels watch over usProtecting and guiding usAs we live our lives belowThe clouds.Wishing in the darkImagine a place with out painImagine a place without broken heartsSomewhere you can be alright.Somewhere you can call your own.Somewhere… where you can be the person that God made you to be.
The Sadness of My Blue-pearlThe Sadness of My Blue-pearl EyesMy eyes tell the world I am always sad. I am a deeper thinker than anyone knows. I am always look at every thing in a depressing manner and no matter what my eyes will never smile. I am always thinking about something other than what everyone is saying and thinking. I usually say little or nothing at all. I am usually found in my room, writing depressing poems and books or my nose is in a book, trying to escape in fantasy world, another world where I am welcomed as a character. My feelings are the words I write on the blank pages and the little scribbles with my broken pencil. I keep thinking, "I didn't b
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