Poetry From Charee (Jilly)


Whore
Insanely twisted,
She spies the butterflies.
Obsessed with escaping her crazy realities,
Deep into the oral essences from which she shines.
Her deceiving lover for which she cries...
Spinning with vibrant greens and blues,
Her body is her endless pleasure,
Unto which she paints the purples and pinks.
Divine deception in which she lives,
She doesn't need him, and yet she does.
Glimmering lights shine dimly upon her talent.
Fitting perfectly within the cracks,
She holds in her hand, her life.
A few to shine her face upon.
In which she resentfully throws away.
Insanely twisted,
And yet so normal.

Anti-Barbie Doll
I am,
Without words at the fact that you think of me this way.
My plain blonde hair and my plain blue eyes do not seel your approval.
Your putting me here is nothing at my expense.
The thrill it gives me to be what you aren't is my soul passion...
And my purpose?
To piss you off.
My finger tips and my lips disobey your expectations of me.
I am scared to be you, does that tell you anything?
What I will nevere be is all that you want me to.
And that's just the way it is.

Superstar
He steps out of his car,
The oblivious necessities scream upon his soul,
Strutting his glamourous demon within.
Such a waste of glitter in his eyes.
Unseemingly excellent, yet pointless desires,
Fill the styles of unearthly references.
Wasting away inside,
The shimmering lights never blind whar he ceases to see.
But they blind what the others fail to recognize.
He sees the greens, the blues, and browns of his fame.
Disco fairytales are what he is made up of.
his heart a dance floor to only the best of the best.
Someone he could be,
But he is not.
Because he's a superstar.

Bucket
Curve the turns and walk the style,
Trapped in a world I didn't make.
Tried to make it all worthwhile,
But that was my mistake.
It didn't work, it only failed,
I feel like half of me is gone.
My heart is old, my heart is stale,
I feel like I was wrong.
This world around me I need to leave,
Psychotic inner I am.
In me it breathes,
And in the middle I stand.
You might say I get it all,
You might say I am the one,
Well I say, SCREW YOU ALL!
You don't know what you have done.
So bring me up to where you are,
Enter this world you created.
But please don't go very far.
This poor world is painted.
Painted "Hope",
Painted "Lonely",
Painted with the screaming cries of me...
Painted "One And Only Lie",
Smeared so you cannot see.
Painted all these colors,
Wishful, painful, things.
Who cares about the others?
I just want one thing.
Wash the paint away,
And make is the color blue.
Painted words crack and fade,
All because of you.
In this world I didn't make.
Resisting life at first.
I thoguht you were just a fake,
I thought my heart would burst.
But this is you,
And I am wrong.
Please say your love is true.
I've waited way, way too long,
Waiting just for you.
So this is it,
Where we remain.
Take your pick,
And don't complain.
Just have a seat in this chair of ageless old.
I already tried to cheat.
And now my hear is painted....
"SOLD."

1500 Indigo Lightbulbs
Biting the forlorn freak of me, 
Biding in this animosity.
Something, nothing I need to find, 
A place in for of human kind. 
Racing in this timeless competition,
Buy your life here, you just need admission. 
Stab the pain, it still won't go away.
Still waiting, waiting for someone to say, 
        I'll never leave you, I'll always stay, 
        I won't leave your broken heart to decay.
        Hold me now, never let go, 
        1500 lights. Lightbulbs. Indigo.
I sit alone, alone I sit. 
Stupid jerk, you piece of shit. 
I'm still hurting I'm still crying.
I believed all your fuckin lying. 
Something, nothing I need to find,
A place in form of human kind. 
I stick out in a crowd, but you're the loser. 
Next time I'll be the choser.
To be on my own, 
So my heart won't get broken.
Yes, that's my heart choking,
What the hell did you think it was?
Your fucking love was like getting a buzz.
Never lasting long enough, 
Wanting more, but that's just tough. 
Still crying, dying, for someone to say, 
        I'll never leave you, I promise I'll stay.
        I won't leave your heart to fade.
        Kiss me softly, never let go. 
        1500 lights.  Lightbulbs. Indigo.
Fighting freakish hellish nature,
And you're the only goddamn failure.
You're screwed and I'm alone. 
Don't speak to me in that tone. 
You want me back so bad, 
But I'm glad you didn't say so. 
I wouldn't want your heart to break. 
Now would I?
Me
I lost myself...awhile ago...
I am still trying to find me...
What I find to be...doesn't satisfy me...
I want more...
But not that much.
I am just spilling out words...
I don't know what i am saying...
So please turn around...
And don't look at me that way...
I will tell you how it is...
But I don't know if it will help you much...
Because I don't even know...
I do what I think I want...
But that doesn't really make me happy...
I lost me awhile ago...
I am still trying to find myself...
I wonder if I ever will...
Maybe...
Does it really matter?
I am the needle...
In the middle of the desert...
And that is what i lost...
Thought I don't really know if I want it...
I liked it...i did...
But is that what I am supposed to be?
Is Me really worth it?
Me lost I awhile ago...
Me is trying trying to find itself...
Lost on a black square...
Of a checkers board...
Now one year closer to death...
But not a day away from dying...
This world is so confusing...
So why worry about lying?
It's already complex enough...
The stupid world this is...
But I am me...
And Me is lost...
Itself is looking...
Myself...I wish I could find...

My Box vs. The World
Lock me in a box,
Seal me off from the world.
Lock me in a box,
And throw away the key.
This box called, "How I feel".
Wrap the outer layer,
So not even my smallest emotion can be seen.
i want to stay in this box,
Hell, no one cares anyway.
No one will notice.
You think making me happy for the moment will do it,
But when are you going to realize I need more than that?
Just leave me in this box.
Just walk away,
And forget about me,
Locked here in this box.

The Honey
Spawning heads,
Within your soul.
So perfect you think you are.
Biast lies inside you,
Smashed upon every living end.
Your whole world is a blur,
And you wish you could be...
Something more.

The Game
When you think your life is going to turn,
Don't hold your breath.
When you think your life is finally getting better,
Don't get excited.
You're going nowhere.
Something's fucked up inside you,
If you think things will be good forever.
But don't kill yourself,
It's not in the rules.

No Title (that's the title *lol*)
Insane depth inside a box,
Crushed with red cherry swill.
Sparkles dim underneath the confusion,
Aside a tangerine mouth.
Plagued with candies of salted origin,
Trippy signs come from a "sober" taker.
A blank stare is all i was looking for.
Something special cries with knives,
The grooves come from certain lies.
Spinning in easy tension,
Thoughtless letters stick to the corners of dying walls.
And missing pieces assert themselves,
Through subliminal saddened cries.
Surrounded in funky green-orange icing,
Is how the cookies feel.
Tranquil alternatives take their seats,
In comfortable....cozy...places.

Thoughts
I think I'll write now,
About what bothers me the most,
About all the things around me in a spinning essence of
tension.
I think I'll cry now,
For reasons oblivious to one's eyes,
Because I care and because it's just the way I am.
I think I'll smile now,
Not because you want me to, but because it feels right and
because I can.
I think I'll laugh now,
At my silly mistakes and the joke you just made.
It just feels right right now and that's the way it is.
I think I'll grin now,
Because I screwed up; Because you think I can't.
I think I'll bite my lip now,
I just p*ssed you off.
I just lost it.
I think my eyes are shining now,
Because I just proved I can, because I think I thought I
could.
I think I'll finish writing now,
Because I'm tired, because I'm bored,
Because I have nothing more to say.

Lonely
Staring at this blinking light,
In a trance.
Wrapping my arms around myself,
Pretending someone is in them.
But no one is ever there...
Feeling like a drop of vodka,
I ruin the rest of you as you swallow me whole.
My fate is but my fingertips,
And my body, my inscent box.
Misery loves my heart,
And death absorbs my mind.
Needing what makes me one,
Wanting my other half to fulfill what dreams I have.
I need you...you are my air, my bread and water.
I sigh at a shining dagger,
But smile at the poison.
I outstretch my arms...
And meet the wall.

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