Thursday, March 12, 2009

Lovely. I choose today.

Lovely.


Today is the day.


I refuse to back down.


I'm glad I got to know you in the past few days.

You're a good friend to listen.

I'm scared.

But I know everyone and myself will be better off.

I'll make a post before the final time.

For now.

Wishing all were cured.
Holding my heart close.
Hatred for me, assured.
Silence in the mind.
Over in peace,
Held so gently.
I whisper my words.
Of feeling once had.
Now gone, but memory,
Sweet and succulent.
I'll miss it.
I'll miss the earth.
A Dark Heart Silenced.
In utter bliss.


Remember, Lovely.

You are Loved in places you least expect,
from the people farthest from you.

You are loved.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Lovely...It might be soon.

Lovely...


soon I might not be here...


I am struggling with what to do.


I feel overwhelmed. I'm sorry I cannot ask you how you are today...


....I want you to be happy.

And smile for me.

Seeing you smile makes me feel happy.

I'm scared.

it feels like it would be the best course of action.


I can't see my future.

I can't see my past.

I can barely see the present.


today...I've had to struggle with an old friend I love very much...

...and a Boyfriend who frightens me...


.....I want to make it all stop, Lovely...

.....but if you smile for me.

you'll make it easier...

...I love you Lovely.

Remeber. You will always be loved.

"A flower.
A simple gift,
Pressed to Last,
Found in the future,
Loving memories of past."

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Hello, Lovely.

Hello Lovely..

I've missed you.


Are you well?

I hope so.



Me?


Today, I withstood several hurts and disappointments.


I don't know how to handle it.

No one is able to help me.

But the key, I guess.


Is I need to help myself.


I don't know how...

Ah..but me aside Lovely.


Todays poem is for life.


Soft green grasses
Petals and pollen
Brush my glasses.

I smile, and gaze up

The sun is so lovely,

I hold my head up,
And shut my eyes.

The wind smells so sweet.

Can you close your eyes lovely?

And smell and see what I want to see?


Lovely.

I grow ever nearer my end.

But I love you.

And you may not love me.

But Remember, Lovely.

You are Loved.
And always will be.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Hello, Lovely.

Hello Lovely?

How are you?

I'm crying today.

I've been hurt by someone I have held close for five years.

Who now pretends I don't Exist.


In this heart, small, and weak.

In my mind, your path you wreak.

Follow the paths, cold and dry.

Whisper and gasp, as the gashes go by.

I see you wonder, and wonder why.

One person, Who once cared.

Five years, we two shared.

All in one saying, does it go.

One who does not love me.

One who is not there.

One who now wishes hurt on me.

One who makes me scared.

Ah, I see you see.

On the edge.

A Knife anew, One untouched by hurt.

I quit, but it still comes fast.

The longing,

The want of Solace,

The Need to feel pain for my fault.

My fault? I'm glad you asked, Lovely.

My fault is my existence.

My Existence is what pains me.

This one who hurt me,

Shattered a large portion of my world.

Which in the end, was meant to be destroyed.

Some say suicide is not the answer,

And they may be right.

We never know form those who have done so,

Now do we?

But they don't hurt anymore, Lovely.

Don't you see?

Some paths are made,

Some are reconstructed,

And some lead to dead ends or drop-offs.

But Lovely,

Unlike these wretched bones.

You have a life.

Live it, even though it hurts.

No, Lovely..

I am not for long in existence.

But It's okay. If you truly hold me dear,

Lovely.

I'll always be in your memories.

Even if I'm just letters on a page.

Remember Lovely.

I love you, and you are Loved.

Don't let it out of your heart,

And don't let it burn you.

Hold it close and dear.

Lovely?

You are Loved.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Hello, Lovely.

Hello Lovely.

How are you today?

I'll tell you about this, Lovely.


Every now and then, I'll say hello to you.


And I'll tell you how things are going, what my thoughts are.


I'll do my best to turn these into poems.


I look forward to Dark humor, chats about suicide, and love with dismay with you.

As well as a little gossip.

Remember, Lovely.


You are loved.