Poetry Corner

Like I said in my bio, I enjoy writing. I can express myself through it better than I can anyway else. I dont really know if I'm very good at it, but I intend on working at it. Im gonna put some things I wrote here, so you can judge for yourself.

Sick, Twisted Ride
I am locked in a glass house
Everywhere I turn I see the same picture
A painful reflection is glaring back at me
I am en-caged by fear, and the only thing I have to hold on to is the thought of tomorrow
And in my glass house where I lye, everynight I cry
You left before you said goodbye
You mocking tone, the anger-spent haunts me
I remember your hostile ways
You took a knife, took a blade
Dragged it across your skin in vain and now I sleep in your bleeding well
You've poisoned me
Envious venom
Scars remind me

My glass house is a big carasoul
A twisted circle, a big black hole
'cuz the scars go deeper than the stories told
And at night as I lay to sleep
My haunting vision keeps me awake
I fall, and there is no end
I've been sucked into this un-Godly sin
I can't escape it on my own
I need someone to save me from this 'ride'-I can't be sick anymore, I think i'm gonna die...

Porcelain Doll
I am nothing but a paperdoll, a puppet, and you are my puppetmaster
I am nothing special
You saw me sit alone
I was tormented-driven insane by the T.V.'s static
You carved me out of porcelain, and I thought I'd found my home
Then you started to pull my strings, and I found your smile was nothing but tainted
You locked me inside your box, and I started to suffocate
You didn't let me breathe, and my fear continued to rise because I was dieing inside
You dropped me and I shattered
I needed a hand to hold
How could I be so stupid as to expect you to be there for me when I needed you
You walked out and there was nothing left for me to do
Never let me out of my cage, trapped in a dimension so far away from truthful existence
And I was scared, because the place I had once considered home had started to rot, and decay
The flowers on the porch blackened in dissent and my box that I had been so longfully locked in started to collapse
How would you feel if you structure started to cave in?
All that I'd ever known to be true, was really just a distorted picture, and it held nothing but lies
My fragile pieces, left on the ground only to be stepped on by the next victim
Victim of exile

Rainy Reality
Tonight I look at the stars in a new perspective
The sky is clearing up, things are looking better
So i sit down to watch the weather, on our new t.v. set
Those colors, how can they mean so much?
There's a storm coming-rain and lightening, high winds
Stay inside they advise
I am overwhelmed in panic
Why does the sun continue to come up, when theres nothing left to illuminate?
I dont want the sun to rise anymore, I'm sick of everything

You call me a little girl
If that's so, why are you the one hiding yourself from the world?
I am the innocence of the new God, and you are afraid to learn the truth
I sit underneath my apple tree and I feel the rain start to come down
Why don't I listen?
I am fragile

Now, it's been raining for months on end, I am falling apart
You died, your soul no longer exists
I need an epiphany
My eyes are tired, they need to rest
I remember when I said I wanted it all to end, well now all I want is a new start,a new beggining
Could you give that to me?
All i need is a little sun to shine through...

unmoldable
Arachnaphobia, necrophilia-betrayed by the sun
Step outside
I can see my breath, as I start to run
Run to my cage, cement walls protect me
Where fear embraces me, I can feel the cold air sweeping me away
Tomorrow is coming, but I need to hold on to today
My way won't work
Culture is starting to fade
Your shadow haunts me, but your spirit-still with me
Prying at my insides, I don't know how to continue dealing
Deal with this pain, that I've come to know so well
I need to save myself, from this hell

I stepped out onto thin ice
Couldn't feel it
Should of known I was near it
Now this ice is caving in right underneath me
I'm scared
I need help
I lost my voice
So now you can't hear my words or silent crys
Again, I dug myself into this well-known hell
Why can't I save myself from it, if I know it so well?

Arachnaphobia, necrophilia-betrayed by the sun
Step outside, as i start to run
No longer do I see my breath
No longer do I hear my heart beat within my chest
I died from all the nights in which I cried
Lost myself in that silent hell
Couldn't continue on
My structure had started to swell
There was no more cage to run to, and no one to hide behind
No jar to condense my feelings in
So I started to cry
There wasn't any end to the feelings I had
So, I thought it easier to just put things to an end
No more anger
No more hurt
I wouldn't be able to crash in the dirt
Bury myself in a deep hole
Never return
There was no longer a mold

Anything above, I wrote and if you're pathetic enough to take it and use it as your own you should really re-think your existence...
~Katie Corey