Biography of Francesca Marie
Hello, my name is Francesca Marie. I'm an introvert, I'm currently attending college.I express myself through poems and stories rather then voicing my opinions vocally. My guilty pleasure is watching in-prov clips on YouTube. I'm also working on writing a novel.
Francesca Marie Poems
Not Your Doormat!
I'm not your doormat; I'm so much more than that. I'm not your doormat; I deserve so much more respect than that. I'm not your doormat; I'm so much stronger than that. I'm not your doormat and I'm most certainly not your slave.
Heartbeats Skip, Love-Struck Daughers Wa...
Heartbeats skip, love-struck daughters wait, For their infatuations to arrive. Heartbeats skip, love-struck daughters wait, The atmosphere oozing a vivacious vibe. Heartbeat skip, love-stuck daughters wait,
Amazing, Special, Wonderful, Perfect, An...
Last night I thought of you….again Will this cycle ever end? The same question always making its way into my brain, could we ever be together. Believe me I have tried to reject these feelings: buzz -like glee, gut wrenching necessity and hunger, confusion, anger, and depression.
When I see your smile it brightens my whole day. when I hear your voice all the stress I carry melts away. when I'm talking to you its like the whole world stops. All that matters is your talking to me.
Hello Silver Friend
A knife is a nonjudgmental friend. A friend that I could always turn to in need. Its welcoming shine, its sharp edge teases me, begs me It whines begging on its handle 'Use me! Use me! I can take all your pain away! '
A chameleon lies in the sizzling heat, I watch it intently, pondering what color it will be, Lying slack as can be, an ashen rock providing coziness. I detest that chameleon; it looks like my ex-boyfriend.
The media portrays flawless perfection, Perfection, impossible to obtain causing an outcry of objections. "Flawed" faces, the panic of rejection, The media dispersing its festering message, left to spread like an untreated malignance infection.
Bird Of A Feather
The nest of jagged shape in the tree; Egg on a prickly, unbreakable branch. The baby of his youth in the finish; Feet on an extraordinary, daunting edge.
I'm so crushed when I think about you the need is so strong. I think its going to devour me and drive me crazy. I want you but your heart belongs to someone else. I can't help but be jealous of her, then i began to think.....
Thanks for the support! Thanks for having faith in me! Yeah right, you never supported me! Like an earthquake shaking and bending the foundation of a skyscraper. You attempted to break me and tell me I'm nothing.
Prisoner On Trial
Who are you to judge me on whom I really am? Who are you to decide my life journey? What gives you right to know what's best for me? What gives you the authority to decide what I am and am not capable of doing?
Teenage girl, seventeen years of age. Tired of making stupid mistakes. Tired of being put down. All she wants to do is be happy.
Life is like glass in so many ways. Keep it shiny and unbroken all through the days. Glass can be new. Glass can be old.
Teenage girl, seventeen years of age.
Tired of making stupid mistakes.
Tired of being put down.
All she wants to do is be happy.
And make her family proud.
She's locked herself in her room.
Her only safe haven.
Wondering what it would be like if she was never born.
Her mind a jumbled mess.