They call me Alaurilee

My photo
I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~

Monday, July 5, 2010

Tripping Over Pieces of Me

I trip over my own tongue
I stumble over what I believe
I make people so confused
They don't know how to breathe

I say one thing and do another
I loose my mind like that
They all get wrapped up in my pain
Then I feel like such a rat

I hurt the ones I love the most
By trying too hard to make them happy
Then when conflicts start to arise
I lose my mind & get all sappy & snappy

I wear my heart on my sleeve
It gives so much and yet bleeds
And when it bleeds it spreads
Painful, hurtful, chaos seeds.

The words that are said seem so wrong
The ones I hear, the ones I say
They hurt too much & cause such pain
They make me want to run away

Save them from the pain of me
Save them from my confusion
Maybe the sanity I see in me
Is all just a wicked illusion.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Leave me a hug!