Within the depths of my soul
Lies an unwelcomed girl
A girl who is not meant
to be.
...
When I look at myself
Heres what I see
A small little girl
With sad brown eyes.
...
Looking into this mirror
I think to myself
Who is this girl I see?
She couldn't possibly be me.
...
Well, this was actually written for someone who liked my poetry. He's in a band, and wanted to know if I could write him a song.
Originally, he wanted a song that would pull in different currect issues by using just one message to tie them together. I had problems with that, so I ended up just using one subject, with different types of the subject. Abuse-Mental, physical, sexual and deadly,
...
Do you see me?
Or do you just see the wall?
I am
Right in front of you.
...
Is this the time?
Should I do it now?
Or never?
This feels like the right day,
...
It slides through me,
Like a knife through butter,
Easily and smoothly.
A warmth flows out of me that
...
Poetry is my way to jot down my feelings at a given time. All poems that I have put on my site are my own. If any of these are found on other sites with a name other than Tess Green, A Unheard Voice or A Bloody Sinxx, they were stolen.)
Knife
A tear forms;
and silently-
it rolls down
her cheek.
Her body
quivers as
she watches
her man
walk away.
S.l.o.w.l.y
She falls.
Knees.
Hands.
Her lovely
face,
meets the
cement.
A knife,
plunged deep
into her
back. As
she kissed
him goodnight.
She lies
in her
own
blood.
He turns back,
and smiles.