My value

I´ve been on my knees
I have wormed and been forced to beg
Like those developing countries´ rounded-stomach children
except that I don´t look that endearing
even though my eyes will appear from my occiput

So yes, I do know
how it feels to look at all
with the eyes of banished vermin
That´s the reason I don´t want to go back there
I won´t let you pull me under you

I know my value

It´s not much but it´s my value

It´s not about pride
I had to ate it to stay alive
It was left there in the moat
But I´m not going to return to the bottom

I was once there, once got back
It won´t happen twice

Searching for runaway

I don´t want to be seeked
But I´m out of choice
Hiding to save my escape
Poor little steps didn´t take me far enough
and you are already on the way here

I have been somebody
So they will come to search me

And find me, eventually
They´ll tell me how important piece I am

"You shouldn´t have run away
you made us worried, you naughty girl!
We all love you, stupid girl."

It´s all lie

You let me go first
Let me now be that way

A Failed Poet

I wrote myself again
made my world and deleted it
I thought it would change me into something good
Honestly, say the truth
am I anything more than what I want to destroy?

Words are the power I use
they are what makes me so different
So fucking much better than you guys killing me

Killing my sweet little soul

Surprise, surprise
I´m not an actor
Lines I wrote were worth of rubbing away
My spirit is still not a character

Honestly, do you see something I could save?
My heart is gone and so are my amazing words
Words you once adored
I´m a failed poet
Why cannot I delete myself

Guys and Girls, I´m really waiting for few lines from you. I miss you and you know how you make me rise above all that makes me so fucking tired.

Dead End

I am getting nothing out of me. Sorry.

Blown away

Where was the moment
which made us change?
It´s hard to notice now afterwards
but maybe we understood that something new started to blow

And it started to blow us away

Our lips tasted the eternity
I imagined you to change but in other direction
Did you think that I was going to last?
Save me now in your memories
like the smoke of the last cigarette in your lungs

We didn´t notice to stop the reformation
when it was here

A silent person (#2)

I´ve been keeping secrets
So long time
Now every word remains unsaid
I didn´t know that things can grow inside of me
I caught myself holding my breath
Because my lips started to leak

I´m not silent person
And never was
Before you made me feel that way

I feel like throwing up
I try to catch some air and
shout for the very first time
Why do you seem like running away

It´s like I was blind and sick
and now been healed

I´m not silent person
And never was
Before you made me so

I´m so loud and violent
I will make you suffer
`Cos finally gates are open
for my feet to run far away

I´m not a silent person
And never was
Before you made me see myself that way

I just wanted to make this piece sound better and more alike a song.

Legohuman (#2)

I´m a legohuman
Dismantled too many times
aggregated then wrong
Pieces changed their places
and original order
is now forgotten

I´m legohuman
Chipping me apart again
so you could try to collect me right

Important pieces are lost
and lent parts don´t suit me
This kind of mess
won´t be a whole human, don´t you think

What did I say about rewriting, Bex? xD here I go again (never say never) and rewrote this poem :)

Talking for my heart

I shouldn´t talk if I don´t mean anything
So I won´t promise you even that
Because have you ever heard of a man
who had kept all his promises?

Promising is mendaciosly easy

It´s a different thing to speak than think like that too
And when you talk for your heart
you easily notice you have cheated

So watch how my hands hold you,
not which words fall from my mouth

Towards someone else

I´ve become brittle
decayed and corroded filmy
Last hit would wipe this ghost to eternal

Paces of the dark ravine
to somewhere my eyes can´t follow
I stand on them and sigh goes through me
Is it fear or just the wind?

I forgot myself somewhere there
Not a single mirror can reflect my picture from now on
not a single hand reach my incorporeal face

Too far away from this land but still not close to death

Not a single eye can see my tears growing inside
My essence, so brittle
I´m broken like a porcelain doll fallen too high

I look at with eyes of dying and eyes of sinner
sing out all I carried until here
I´d miss reaching, gentle hand
if it wouldn´t go straight through me

Towards someone else