Rolling in Brambles

Hug a thorn bush
kiss a porcupine
men are useless
men are unkind

My Best Friend

Create that color book picture
color in it all
rip one out for me
and paste it on the wall
Big and Bold
write my name
for all to see
It remains the same
when you forget me
when you get bored
you paint me over
and my tears I will ford
The picture of yours
I ripped it out
and pasted it on my wall
at it now, I shout
No paint for me
I still see you
even when you cut me deep
I know what's true
You are my Best friend
Though you don't seem to remember
I am that til the end
maybe you just lost my number
Though yours I know by heart
Just know that I miss you
No matter where you are
I'll survive this amnesia with tissues
Do not fear
You are my Best friend
and I'll never forget
I'll remember til the end.

This is dedicated to the person I have considered as one of my Best friends since we were in elementary school together. She moved away years ago and we have kept in touch over the years with her visiting and phone calls but lately I haven't heard from her at all even when I try to contact her with messages on facebook and texts... Hurts to feel like your friend has forgotten you or doesn't care to talk to you. =*( ~T

Idiot

Hope you enjoy the photo I took of the ↑↑ original writing of this poem. Decided to share it since I did a little sketch on it too.
Hey, I don't really know what triggered this poem to come out of me today, but here it is.

Whittle away at me
chip, scrape,
claw at me
Tear away at skin
rip, shred
Do it again
Crumpled, mashed, inside
reveal, expose
I have nothing to hide
Hold on tight to me
Cling, hug
I'll move fast to leave
Balance, Careful on edge
you created
what lies between, this wedge
See the cracks smolder
around, echoed
As if you were a fire boulder
Take in the damage you left
destruction, chaos
See the horror you've kept
Tears may stream from me
my pain
But they are also from pity
Your head held high, I pity it
YOUR rubble
because you're an idiot.

Let me know whatcha think of it. =) thanks. <3 T

While inside I cry

The empty days of my busy life...
those who love me care...they try.
but surrounded by them, I smile rife.
while inside I cry
He smiled at me slowly, shock in his eyes evident
those who love me don't see it
I smile back, pretending not to notice, pretending to be confident
while inside I cry
Life as I knew it suddenly became a clear lie
those who love me saw it
I should have seen sooner, but I just wanted to try
while inside I cry
innocent, adolescent, teenage me
those who love me didn't see
how I'd escape in my mind, fantasy... Flee!
while inside I cry
to smile and really feel happy.

In this I used 3 specific memories from things that have happened in my life that I remember feeling so sad and depressed and upset and confused... It's about how I expect those who love me to be observant and how blind I make myself or how I hide myself away so much...Maybe I should've been an actress...lol
~T~
p.s. sorry the last 2 poems have been so sad/depressing...just in a funk.

Silence

silence echoes loudly
filling me with hate
hoping still it will fade
before it is too late
silence bouncing off the walls
reminding me of the voice I miss
listening for never coming calls
and an unfamiliar kiss
silence used to be my forte
a fortress for my mind
yet here I am stuck inside
not feeling very kind
silence has invaded my heart
and cut loose tears
silence is no longer mine
but a weapon feeding my fears.

Wrote this in an aftermath of a guy being jerk to me. I really like this poem because of how I put it out there that I use my own silence as a way of defending myself against hurt and then it was turned against me to hurt me. I had never realized that my defense could hurt others until then.