I’m Cold

Published October 28, 2013 by Evoke Poetry

I’m cold,
existing
in a
warm home…
Empty,
alone,
afraid.
You look at me with emptiness in your
eyes…
Do you know me?
I must look familiar
as you gaze just passed my eyes…
I don’t recognize you anymore…
I don’t know you…
You are but a stranger to me anymore…
You barely exist in my mind…
But a whisper in the back of my thoughts,
my dreams…
My heart beats,
but is rarely heard beating…
Am I dead?
Or just overlooked and unimportant?
To exist is dreadful,
especially when you feel pain so intensely.
To feel pain isn’t entirely horrible,
the pain tells me I am not dead,
but alive.
Alive in my mind.
Dead to you…

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Lonely Cries in The Dark

Published October 28, 2013 by Evoke Poetry

Tip toe around you I go…
Keep quiet,
oh so quiet.
Pain presses on your chest,
fear building within,
bowing down to it.
Stubbornness meets your acquaintance,
lurking around the corner,
it stares,
trying to intimidate you.
Keep on dancing around it,
It can’t touch you if you realize it cannot touch you,
don’t let the fear mislead you.
You have a choice,
let it control you with it’s venomous ways,
or you can have peace and realize their grip of evil doesn’t have to touch you.
Let it live alone afraid,
hearing it’s cries at a distance.

Shell of Breaking Pieces

Published October 28, 2013 by Evoke Poetry

Who is she?
Who are you?
She doesn’t know the answers,
as she cannot see,
doesn’t listen deep enough.
Lonely girl she is…
A shell of breaking pieces…
A shell,
so protected,
but so fragile…
You only get a glimpse and then darkness invades.
Pretty to look at,
beautiful,
polished and possibly,
perfect.
Beneath her shell she stands,
non existent.
Lost,
alone.
In the dark,
wanting no one near.
If you get near her,
She’ll break into more pieces than she is already.
She cries in agony,
pained by loneliness within.
Don’t look at her,
she’ll cry waterfalls of tears…
Her shell is cracking…
Soon,
it will no longer be pretty,
polished,
or perfect any longer.
Soon you will see the deep dark thing lurking,
the thing that hides within…
Then you’ll see what you were being protected from all along….
As she protects herself,
she protects you…
You don’t want to see what she is hiding…
Do you?

Death in the Shadow

Published October 28, 2013 by Evoke Poetry

There is only death
in the shadow.
If one wants healing,
to live free,
unshackled.
You must learn to receive light,
and light is,
love.
To receive love is to
receive healing.
Without healing,
there is only death.
One must stay on the healing path
or else one will quickly become hardened.
Blocking out love like the sun
and live in the shadow
cast by the wall you put up
to protect yourself from feeling exposed,
hiding in your pain.
In order to heal,
one must feel the pain of the hurt.
Look your pain directly in the eyes.
Do not fear it.
Take authority over it,
your pain does not own you,
unless if you give it power
to control you.
Let down the walls shielding you from further pain
and open up,
letting in the sun to shine.
Allowing the light to heal your
innermost being.
When you heal,
you become strengthened,
no longer needing to shield yourself.
Finally free to live without,
fear.
Or,
live in the shadow,
afraid of the light.

The Looking Glass Illusion

Published September 22, 2013 by Evoke Poetry

I got caught up in an illusion,
a world I thought was real.
Everything was 3 dimensional and lovely.
The smells and sights,
pleasing to me,
even physically.
Felt like a wonderland,
too good to be true.
How did I get here?
I’d ask myself…..
Alone most days…
Cry one minute,
laugh the other.
My only friend was my reflection….
Hello there,
give a wave and smile…
Why am I so sad?
I thought I’d feel happy,
but I only feel deep and utter sadness….
I am yearning for just one familiar face,
but none can be found no,
not even at a distance…
I am alone with one that has false love for me.
I ache here alone with you.
I am your toy and that’s it…
I am a fool to trust you again.
I am scared and alone.
Alone I soon realized was only a frame of mind.
In order for me to survive this,
I had to focus on love and positivity.
Friends were nearer than I expected…
Got help.
My illusions were shattered!
I feel a little hazy and unsure.
Who am I?
Have I been lost this whole time?
Miss,
you will know thyself.
Indeed you
surely will.

Scapegoat Girl

Published September 22, 2013 by Evoke Poetry

Criminalized,
Demonized,
made out to be the Villain,
while I tried to put the pieces
back together in my
broken family.
I’ve been the scapegoat
for others to dump their
bullshit onto,
the one that truly listened
and helped you while you
suffer from life long mistakes
that you cannot stop making.
Saved you from yourself by trying
to teach you that there are
consequences for your selfish actions
and through it all,
I still loved you.
You are blind to me and
still don’t love me…
I have tried so hard with my voice and my presence
asking you to see me…
You never will.
All you see is yourself,
and barely at that.
As I attempt to help you see,
you hate me.