Love...

Crying, screaming, longing, hurting
being away from you

fighting for a lost cause
is like dying

aching, needing you
because I need you

reaching out for you at night
to be in my life

holding you, kissing you
for now, and for always

wanting to be near you
because I love you

work in progress

I hate you I hate you I hate you
For making me feel this way
For bringing me so high
Only to drop me

I've always belonged to you
although sometimes I told you I didn't
your mistrust and posession
pushed me so hard I fought back

I listened to your words and took them as truth
and now it seems they were just lies
conveniently timed to make me feel
special, loved, protected

I was far from an angel I know
and I didn't always try
I didn't want to
you held me to close, couldn't breathe

I wondered if I was better off without you
holding me down
holding me back
complicating everything.

Now my defense has backfired
and you're the one pushing me away
but I never wanted to push you
that far away

I love you I love you I love you
for who you've helped me become
who you make me want to become
for simply how you've loved me

I think about you constantly
if you realize it or not
the sun revolved around you
as did my world

now you're pushing me away
but you are talking about forever gone
and my world can't survive without you
but it might have to.

Progress

So I began this blog once before, and I was not happy with how it turned out. I am a young lady living in the (somewhat) Midwest but definately in the middle of nowhere, who is inspired by the unusual. Depending on where I am I am either the city girl, or the country girl.... fitting and blending in nowhere and everywhere at once. This is my blog of writing. Some will be my poems from various ages (including grade school), some will be other poems written by friends or even a famous poet. Mostly my own writings though. That's what I didn't like about it before..... I am my own worst critic, and it proves especially true with my writing and my voice. Thankfully you will be spared hearing my voice, but my life until recently has been lived through writing. Passion drives me. I feel a certain way, and if the feeling is strong enough, I have to write.
The words have always been there, urging me to express my innermost thoughts and desires, no matter how boring or naughty they may be. This is how my world has been expressed and will continue to be expressed because it is where I can let loose what I feel without any rhyme or reason (pun intended).... and it's raw emotion.
What else can I say except let the progression begin.