xjennxox Poetry (50)

So long and goodnight
by ~EllentheStrange13

Please please hold me tight,
I am not ready for a broken winged flight,
With the sun oh so bright,
So long and goodnight,
One last bite,
You are the one that's right,
We sink into the night,
So long and goodnight,
With skin like snow white,
We must fight,
Please stay in my sight,
So long and goodnight,
Don't let them fright,
They just might,
So long and goodnight.

its the loneliest feeling in the world
to find yourself standing up when
when everyone else is sitting down to have
everybody look at you and say "whats the matter with her?"
i know what it feels like walking down an empty street
listening to the sound of your own footsteps
shutters closed blinds drawn..doors locked against you.
you just arent sure if your walking towards something..
or just walking away...

you see her sitting there you think "shes so sad"
but its not that shes sad.
shes simply just given up on pretending to be happy..
shes tired of getting up every morning, putting on her fake smile
telling herself "today will be better"
she doesnt want to be an inconvenience or a bother anymore..
she has stopped looking for the light switch in the dark room she calls her life...

im not afraid of the gun in my hand
im not afraid of dying
im just afraid of the pain it will bring
to my best friends crying....

a pill to make you numb
a pill to make you dumb
a pill to make you anybody else
but all the drugs in the world
wont save her from herself..

Nothing can explain exactly all you do
Or how much I love you.
All you do and all you say
Help me each and every day.
Your love and support my whole life long
Help me to grow up happy and strong.
When things aren't going well and I need to talk,
I know that you aren't a far away walk.
We've always been there for each other,
Day after day and then another.
There are no words good enough for what a good mother entails.
There are no ways to explain how amazing, no details.
Three words sum up things well, though,
And these three are the best that I know:
I love you.
Never forget how much I do.

that moment when nothing is ok
that moment when you cant look in his eyes
that moment when you know its over..
that moment you know you will never smile again
that moment you feel your heart break...

the moment you want to give up
the moment you just want to die..
the moment where you just start to cry...
until the day you die....

Every scar showing on my arm
Every scar hidden on my leg
Every scar that's still red
And every scar that has faded


Tell more than a story. Listen

Pain and emotions
Tears and cries
People look away when the see my eyes

Emotions fly
Pain has cried
Tears have fallen
From above the sky

People have died
Their blood has bled
But when Night falls
Problem's are said

And NOW it's time for the living dead

Here they come
There they go
Darkness consumes us
To and fro

I've built my reputation brick by brick.
I've been careful, my words being soft to some, sharp to others.
I am Cory the Stupid, an annoying younger brother who meddles with swords.
But only my brother and my parents see him.
To seldom few in my hometown, I am someone else by the same name.
Cory the Defender.
I am known as the one who sneaks out of his house at 2 in the morning to go scare the crap out of a boy 17 years old because he stalks his ex, who broke up with him weeks ago.
I am known as the one who fights for a girl he wished he had, but knows he can't. And fights for her regardless.
I am known as the one who brings words of condolence and comfort to those who have been hurt.

And to a few more, I am known as yet another Cory.
Simply Cory.
The one who brings cookies to bored lifeguards.
The one who buys Snickers bars for baggers at work as tips.
The one who bikes all around the town and trails for no other purpose than to be away from the house.
The one who shows up for a quick laugh, and a hug. Always.

But there's a few dozen who see me. See me for who I am.
Crecy, the Bold.

The writer who eviscerates you in literature.
The singer who stops a heart.
The fighter who trains, and trains, and trains. Endlessly.
The warrior who strikes each punch with practiced precision.
The lover who surrenders immediately to defend her.
The friend who stays up all night for you.

I am Crecy. Cory is gone, a young boy who I wish still existed.
I wish I was that young again, that innocent again, that stupid again.
For only the wise know how blessed the ignorant truly are.
I pity the sage, for he envies the blissful fools.
I know where I stand in the world.
I know how to stand there, proud and strong, and others see it.
I am Crecy, and I have built myself brick by brick.

the girl who was unbreakable..broke..
the girl who seemed so strong crumbled...
the girl who laughed it all off.. cried...
the girl who never stopped trying..
finally gave up....

what do you live for when all hope is lost?
what do you live for when all you feel is hurt?
what do you live for when your broken
what do you live for when your alone?..
what do you live for when the drugs run out?
what do you live for your dead inside?...
what do you live for when all the love is gone?
im to far gone....