Come to my world
see through my eyes
see the pain and sorrow
hiding behind a mask
hiding behind a lie
hiding behind the eyes of anger and pain
Somewhere in the distance
is a place for me
Somewhere I haven't found yet
My world is darkness and nothing more.
I hide in the darkness
I scream misery
hidden and unheard by others
by the mask I hide behind.
Is it forever,
this pain I feel?
Will I escape and one day be free
or be trapped in a world of darkness and shadows forever?
Memories are bitter
hurtful scenes replay in my mind
haunting 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 trapped
instead of free and happy
They are the silent tears
I can't express aloud.
All I want
is somebody to love me as I am.
Not because of some princess faerie tale they believe is me
but who they see behind this mask I hide to protect myself from the prying eyes.
Let them see the rain as my tears
the rolling thunder as my anger
the lightning as my fear.
Let them see the the oceans waves as my power
the wind as my strength
the seagulls cry my battle cry.
Let them see the mountains as my refuge
the forest my gracefulness
the river my stubborn coarse of direction.
Let the streams dance and race around me
Let the wolfs cry to the moon bring me back
from the wrapping darkness.
Let me listen to myself for on
The 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
The Sadness of My Blue-pearl by cedarlynmcgee, literature
Literature
The Sadness of My Blue-pearl
The Sadness of My Blue-pearl Eyes
My 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
Imagine a place
Where the oceans waves
Beat a simple melody,
Imagine a place
Where angels watch over us
Protecting and guiding us
As we live our lives below
The clouds.
Wishing in the dark
Imagine a place with out pain
Imagine a place without broken hearts
Somewhere you can be alright.
Somewhere you can call your own.
Somewhere where you can be the
person that God made you to be.
The Place I Love So Dearly by cedarlynmcgee, literature
Literature
The Place I Love So Dearly
The Place I Love So Dearly
The 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)
I am fighting a lie
a lie I try to hide from myself.
No one talks about how I live.
No one knows
the 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 fight
for reasons to live
Even 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.
How do the memories ease the pain I feel inside?
They are bitter reminders
of my failure
of my horror past,
the daunting childhood of painful scars.
Am I too young to understand
or just a stone to leave alone in the teardrop rain,
A stone to be forgotten?