Go!

I'm running.
Running.
running away.
From all the things I remember.
All the things I miss.
From laying in grass in the summertime,
to my first kiss.
I'm running.
Running.
Running away.
I'm ready to let it go.
Ready to let it sink in.
Lets do this.
On my mark.
Get set.
Go!

Between Two Worlds

I can walk forward. But I wont hear anything.
I can take a breath, and hear the mechanics of my body function.
It's silent.
Like a snowfall.
Just present enough to nip the tip of my nose,
and tops of my ears.

I walk backwards. Then I hear everything.
I blink, and watch the world around me shift.
It's boisterous.
Like being in the median.
Between rushes of bustling traffic.
I can't sit still.
Have to run.
Have to run.

To my Readers

This is a letter to all my readers. How ever many that my be.
To some, I haven't written in a while.
To others, I have burdened them with the power in my words.
But just in case you were wondering,
or in case you need something to read.
I'm doing okay.

I'm still going through troubles.
And some are quite hard.
Some I don't know how to get through.
Others,
I just don't want to get through.
It's just too hard.
Too painful,
and a lot to take.

But I'm going to get through.
Because the things in this world.
Are so worth it.
I am worth it.

I have people that love me
and I love them,
with all my heart.
They make me smile.
Real, Zoei smiles.

They make me feel important.
loved,
secure,
safe,
and so much more.

I'm a tad weepy.
A little bit sorrowful.
But with every tear that falls, I remember how much I've gone through.
What I've overcome.
What I'm capable of.

With every hot drop that rolls down my cheek.
I remember crying nights on end,
to no end.

I recall feeling in love.
Head over heals love.
Love that healed all my wounds,
just to be torn open
and to bleed again.
For a long time.

I bring up memories of making fake love.
Trying to force love.
But you can't force love.
That's silly.

But I'm a silly girl.
I make mistakes,
I blunder on.

So here's to more mistakes,
to more sorrow,
and more joy.
To reminding my self that I'm much more than my minds play toy.

Thank you...So much...

Zoei

Worry Free

Christmas tree oh christmas tree,
My day was all so worry free.
No gift of tears,
No gifts of woes,
I was full of joy,
Head to toe.
Christmas tree oh christmas tree,
my day was all so worry free.
:)

Okay

You can't escape.
Your heart is pounding.
It wants to leap out of your throat.
Your sweating,
crying.
eyes and nose streaming.
All your loved ones can do is look at you and stare because they're so frightened themselves.
The way your acting is horrible.
You feel as if your on fire,
inside a glass box.
Your trapped.
You pound on the glass.
Screaming,
running your fingernails down the pane
Just keep screaming.
The pain will go away.
Just keep screaming.
Fear can't last forever.

But now you're yelling.
Yes, there's a difference.
You're yelling because it's all their fault.
Not yours.
The idiocy of that person results in pain instilled in you.
So you yell.
You yell that you hate them.
Because internally, you do.
But mentally,
you still think that over.

Now you just cry.
Your throat to sore to scream, or yell.
Crying releases thoughts never meant to leave the brain,
but need to, because thoughts are never meant to stay in the mind for long.

You finally stop.
Stretched out like a limp rubber band.
To tired to sleep
to walk
to talk
to cry
to yell
to scream.
So you just lay in bed and hope that everything will be okay.

My Heavenly Prayer

Higher power
who is in heaven.
How I call your name.

I want to come,
But what I've done,
I think
will keep me from heaven.

Give me this day,
pure thoughts in my head.
Then forgive me my acts.
And please don't look down on me with disgust.

Why is your mortal creation,
saying what I feel is evil?
What in your kingdom,
under your power
keeps us from living forever?

Amen

That Feeling

You know that feeling the split second before you fall?
That moment of pure terror.
Because you don't quite know what's going on,
what's going to happen,
or how it's going to end.

You know that feeling when your heart aches?
When barbed wire wraps itself around your heart
squeezes,
and doesn't let go?

Do you know that feeling, when you know something bad is going to happen.
But you can't stop it?
With every fiber in you, you try to make it better,
but nothing happens.
There's nothing you can do.

Now imagine this,
all that fear,
pain,
and helplessness
crumpled up into one big ball of never ending insanity.

It's not fun.
It's not pleasant.
And no, I can not "just get over it."

This is what I feel every time I get scared,
see his face,
her face,
or disappoint someone.  

But that's okay.
People say,
it's just fear.

Retain It.

Have you ever felt so lost in the world?
Like you just go day by day, just trying to find who you really are?
But everything is already laid out for you.
People already "know" who you are,
they've defined you.
categorized you into your own little box,
covered the top and labeled it with your name.
Your name.
Not theirs.
You can try to break free,
but is the struggle worth it?
It is worth everyone worrying.
Trying to force you back into that box.
The box with no windows,
and no room to breathe?
Is it worth the scathing comments?
Words never meant to leave the mind.

Because you're too young to really know who really are.
Too young to make choices.
Too little.
Minuscule,
insignificant,
worthless.

It's so easy isn't it?
So easy to tear yourself down,
to throw yourself on the floor,
and just lay there.
Swimming in self-pity and regret.

You're not sure what to say, do, or feel.
You just know that these feelings,
scare the hell out of you.
And if you don't release them soon,
they'll eat you from the inside out.
Then nothing will be left except old apologies, and new fears.

So to break the box or retain it.
To lose the label or keep it.
Let your feelings devour you,
or let them go.
Just whatever you do,
don't look back.

When It's All Said and Done

You pull me close ,
and hold me tight.
I feel like everything will be alright.
You shift your feet,
we start to dance.
I think I'll give love a second chance.

I love you,
can't you see?
This is how love feels to me.

You lean in and kiss me sweet.
Whisper things soft and discrete.
My heart is pounding,
my love for you resounding as I say:

I love you,
can't you see?
This is what love means to me.

Your hands slide.
Our lips collide.
Something doesn't feel quite right.

I love you,
can't you see?
But what is love supposed to be?

Is it your hands on my thighs
as my soul silently cries
against your moaning sighs?
As if I'm just some sort of prize?
My joy slowly dies
as I tire from my tries
to keep your body at bay.

I love you,
Why don't you see?
What have you done to me?

When it's all said and done
and you've had all your fun
all I want to do is run
but instead,
you jump the gun.
"I'm sorry."
You say.
With so much regret.
But really,
how am I supposed to forget?
The way that you touched me
and moaned my name
the way I look at you will never be the same.
As I open my mouth
Words start to fall
"I forgive you" I say,
and that was all.

I loved you,
why couldn't I see?
That our love was never meant to be.

Bound by You

I finally did it.
I stood my ground.
You were controlling,
you were pushing me around.
You messed with my feelings.
But now,
I'm no longer bound.

A Well Deserved Reply

We're never going to be the same.
Never.
Okay?
We are never, ever, going to be how we used to be.

Stop tempting me!
Do you know how much I wish it were true?
That I could have my best friend back?

You want to talk?
I gave you that chance months ago.

You're sorry?
Why didn't you say that when it happened?

You've been thinking of me?
Huh.
When you think of me,
do you cry?
Like I do, every time I think about you?

When you see me,
do you cringe?
And think about all the horrible things you've done?

When you hear my name,
do you even care?

Why is it now, you're coming back to me?
Do you expect to be fully forgiven?
Well don't.
What you did, I don't know if I'll ever forgive.
But a least don't expect it now.

How can I trust you?
You broke every promise you made to me.
You told me not to worry, because you would always be my best friend.

But what is always to you?
Is it kicking me to the curb?
Kicking me while I'm down?
And kicking me out of your life?

So now you want to talk to me.
You want me, to spend my time on you.
you want me, to give you a piece of my mind.
Well you can have it.

How could you
leave me,
talk to me,
and treat me like that?

Do you know how much it hurt me
mentally
physically
and emotionally?

That's right,
You don't know.
Because you left me for months.
You don't know.
How the first time I saw you, after it had all happened.
How I hurt myself.
And now a scar is all I have to remember you by.
Is that how you want to be remembered?
Not for all the joy you used to bring me,
but for the pain you washed it out with?

You are a
lying,
tempting,
hurtful,
oblivious,
ungrateful...

I'm sorry..
I've had these feelings bottled up for a while now.
I just wasn't strong enough to say them before.
Four months is a long time.
I've changed.
I've learned a lot.
I've got a job now,
friends who care,
and mentally, I'm doing really well.
But you don't need to know that.
You don't deserve to know that.

You don't even deserve my time.
So the last words I'll leave you with,
are
"Good Bye"

The Wrath Of An Illness

Where had her life gone?

How was it spent?

Had she lived to the fullest,

said what she meant?

She’s a whole different person,

than the person she once knew.

She’s changed, she’s distinct.

She’s totally brand new.

She’s gone though some troubles.

Some worries,

some blues,

Please,

For a moment,

Take a walk in her shoes.

A girl, not much different than anyone else.

Except for the fact,

that she needed some help.

She would lay in bed,

covers over her head.

Music blasting,

tears ever lasting,

staining her face.

She tried to hide from her pain,

as her eyes would drain,

The music colliding with her thoughts

Another scene

prim and clean.

The home of nurses,

and now that girl of sixteen.

She had done it.

Blown a fuse,

her parents were worried

and she couldn't refuse.

an ER display,

to her dismay,

was how she spent the night.

After needles and blood

her tears started to flood,

as her parents had to go.

She sat on her windowsill

looking up at the sky.

Asking the dear Lord,

“why?”

She couldn’t be herself there.

Which put her on the edge.

and after trouble with her doctor,

she was even closer to the ledge.

But one nurse made a difference,

with a smile she expressed,

“I see you getting out of here,

making difference.

It doesn’t matter that your depressed.”

So after a week in a hospital,

seven days to renew.

She found herself again.

But now, she’d have to follow through.

Her parents were thankful

and glad to have her back.

On new medication,

there was only one thing she lacked.

And that was to remember that her illness is not her.

She is just a person.

who has gone through a lot more.

So she lives her life to the fullest.

Spends it with friends.

She says only what she means,

And that is where this story ends.

Terrorizing My Soul

Trying to focus

for me, is tough.

Because my brain doesn't know when enough is enough.

If you could look inside my head

I'm sure you'd stop and stare.

there are some freaky things

deep inside of there.

Things from the past.

come to haunt me

they terrorize my soul

My First Love

It never was sweet with you,

was it?

Never what I wanted it to be.

I was so blind,

so unaware.

I thought it was love.

But for you it was only lust.

Never a sweet kiss,

never a simple embrace.

Your words,

a blindfold over my eyes.

Trusting words,

words originated to build up,

never to tear down.

Phrases like

“I love you.”

“It’s okay.”

and

“Forever.”

You lassoed me close.

And I didn’t struggle.

I was your puppet,

tied together by my fragile heartstrings.

You played along with me for a while,

but then you got bored.

So you snapped the strings.

And walked away.

Leaving me alone

hurt,

and without a friend.

And what hurt the most,

as I laid there in pain.

Was that you never gave a backwards glance.

You just walked away.

Months I lived with the pain,

my tears my only friend.

Until the day I realized,

I don’t need you.

What I do need is self assurance.

To build up my core.

To stand on my own two feet

and to find friends who care.

So I guess you could say I’m over you 

and let me make this clear.

I can stand on my own now. 

So I have nothing to fear.

I've Been There

When I tell you I'm different,
I don't want your pity.
When I tell you my feelings,
I promise, it won't be pretty.

But you're surprised anyway,
or you don't even care.
Yes, I know.
Believe me, I've been there.

When I tell you I'm different
please, at least, react.
I know you don't want to be friends anymore,
your face only shows fact.

When I tell you my feelings.
It's okay,
I won't fall apart.
I'm just sending out emotion,
straight from my heart.

So you're still in shock,
or you don't even care.
Please don't go away,
believe me,
I've been there.

Someday

How long will this last?
This subsiding love.
How I can't hold on to a relationship
when push comes to shove?

I know he wasn't right.
The love wasn't true.
But something inside me
is feeling so blue.

I want to cry.
I want my tears to wash away my pain.
My heart it aches,
trying to heal from it's last sprain.

I know there's someone out there
waiting for me.
I know they'll be kind
you just wait and see.

They'll be caring,
considerate,
charming,
and calm.
There will be someone
to keep me out of harm.

We'll love each other fully
with nothing in the way.
That is what I'm hoping for,
someday.

Used To

The ultimate feeling of loneliness.
Proceeds to apply when the emptiness of your soul
echos with the helpless cries of your heart.

When you realize old connections are lost,
and new ones just aren't quite making the cut.

All you want is your best friend back.
Not necessarily the person them self,
but just the friendship you used to have.

New Love

Heartache is as fickle as the weather.

Some days it leaves you alone,

While other days it leaves you tethered 

to your oh so fragile heartstrings.

It creeps up and boils behind your eyes,

lingers in your soul,

and says no good bye's 

till you're strong enough to push it away.

But until then it'll haunt you. 

Strike when you're not expecting,

My dear, it will keep infecting.

You just need to let it go.

There are so many things in this life

you can use to put it out,

with heartache sprouts new love 

and there is no doubt

that this new love will be different.

But it'll treat you right.

You don't need to be frightened,

and you won't need to fight. 

Just be careful

and treat your heart with care.

This time it will all work out.

This to you, I swear. 

My Illness

My illness is not an illness.
My illness is me.
My illness is a silly something
most people do not see.

It hides behind my eyes,
lingers in my head.
It likes to pester me all day long.
But I pester it instead.

I don't hide myself from people.
when it calls me to my room.
I always fill my life with love.
When it beckons me to doom.

I drown it out with water
and a pill or two.
I also occupy my life
With various things to do.

I release my emotion through art work.
Through a painting or through verse.
If I neglect to do these things
my illness will get worse.

But I don't call it an illness
I think it's something more
It is part of my personality
and it has lots of things in store.

Little Ears

Waiting,
Listening.
Like a small child 'round the corner.

Sneaking,
Eavesdropping.
Secrets not meant for your ears.

Waiting,
Wanting.
To know more than you should.

Sneaking,
Shocked.
You've been caught.