The Poetic Works Of Daizy's Mind

Various poems I've written.
A few of these I actually had to write for English class.

First Poem: Fallen Angel
Second Poem: Jewels Of Death
Third Poem: Untitled: A follow on from Jewels of Death
Fourth Poem: An Interesting Person
Fifth Poem: So Over it
Sixth Poem: Fit The Mould
Seventh Poem: My Darkened Corner
Eighth Poem: Loser
Ninth Poem: I'll take the lies. No truth today, thanks
Tenth Poem: R.I.P; Norton
Eleventh Poem: I'm not broken...
Twelfth Poem: My Best Friend's Hell
Thirteenth Poem: A Thousand Red Roses
Fourteenth Poem: Listen, Can You Hear That?

Fallen Angel

Broken wings,
You've lost your way.
Beautifully hurt,
That's that you are.

Banished from heaven,
Sent down to hell.
My Fallen Angel;
We should rebel.

Black tears,
A Broken heart.
Fallen angel,
Don't fall apart.

Beautiful in suffering,
My Fallen Angel.
That's what you are.
Dry your eyes,
And come with me.
Heaven made a mistake,
My Fallen Angel.
That is what they'll see.

Rise to your feet,
Fallen Angel.
Don't be ashamed.
Ignore your broken wings,
My angel,
You are still beautiful.

Jewels Of Death
Small diamonds are on her cheeks,
Black as the night.
They tumble down her face,
And hit the floor with a soft splash.

Rubies appear on her wrists,
Dripping slowing off her skin.
As they hit the ground,
They become a puddle.

Jewels of death surround her,
She takes her last breath.
She doesn't doubt her choice is right,
You're her only regret.

Untitled: A follow on from Jewels Of Death

You heard her gentle crying,
And entered as she fell.
Her eyes were shut tightly,
She was beautiful even in death.

You felt yourself collapse,
And you crawled towards her.
Tears stung at your eyes
As her rubies clung to your hands.

They found you both in the bathroom,
You got the blame.
As you were dragged from her body,
Her rubies became blood.

An Interesting Person

Teeth sharpened to a point,
Wine red as blood.
Tattoos that look like bite marks,
Disappears at dawn.

So Over It
I'm so over it,
Life and all it's shit.
It was fun for the first few years,
All its laughter and tears.
But now as I'm seeing
Flaws in all it's beings,
It's not such a big thing at all.

I'm so over it,
My world has crumbled.
I watched it as it tumbled,
And heard it hit the ground.

I'm so over it.
Though still young,
Life may be good for some,
But I for one am
Over it.

Fit The Mould

Who wants to fit the mould?
The one society supposedly loves.
The one were people wear clothes size minus three.
I don't know about you, but definitely not me.

Who wants to fit the mould?
The one were if you wear blank your an emo,
and wearing pink will make you a ho.
Who wants to be part of this?
I honestly don't know.

Am I being selfish,
For wanting to cry out?
For wanting to break the mould,
For wanting to be me?

My Darkened Corner
Trapped in my little corner,
Tight and secure.
There's no escaping it,
No running from who I am.

My little corner,
My solitary friend.
My life revolves around you,
And your shadows, too.

Stuck in my corner,
Not with tape or with glue.
I can't leave my little corner,
It's who I am.

A skullbat or two,
No light bulbs.
Blood drips from the walls
Like it drips from my hands.

My darkened corner,
My one true friend.
I belong to you,
You are who I am.

Loser
I wish you weren't just like them,
Controlled by the rumors,
Believing their lies,
And hating every minute.

I wish you weren't like them,
Sneering as you walk past,
Calling us the losers,
But we're happy the way we are.

I wish you weren't like them,
Changing to fit in,
Listening to music you loathe,
All to be "popular".

I wish you would look,
Look with different eyes,
We all know you hate them,
Why do you still tell your lies?

You walk around with your fake smile,
Wearing whats 'cool',
Listening to the top twenty,
Claiming we're the losers.

We wear what we want,
We listen to whatever we like,
We're happy with who we are,
So how are we the losers?

I'll take the lies. No truth today, thanks.
The lies were fun,
They were easy to believe.
The truth, that hurt,
Can we go back to the lies?

You say it's over,
You shake your head.
Please don't say that,
Tell me your lies,
I'll even beg.

I swear I'll believe them,
Every little lie.
Don't leave me,
Not now,
Just stay with me.
Pretty please?

No, I don't want the truth,
That's too painful.
I want your lies,
The horrid ones,
The beautiful ones,
Lies, lies, and more lies.

Don't tell me the truth,
That's just too much pain to bear.
I want to just think, to make myself believe,
That you really do care.

R.I.P; Norton
Sorrow comes and sorrow goes,
Sometimes it really shows.
Who knows why,
And who know how.
All I know is this time it won’t go.
On this Haunted July.

As life falls apart,
And people weep.
Hearts fall to stomachs,
On this Haunted July.

Lips tremble,
And people cry.
On this evil, 26th of July.
Lips tremble,
And people sigh,
On the next day,
Of evil July.

It took under five minutes,
For my heart to come ash.
My best friends gone,
He won’t come back.
All because of this Haunted July.


R.I.P
Norton
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I'm not broken...

I swear to you:
I'm not broken,
Just a little hurt.

When you went away you left me,
Bleeding on the floor.
But I've stitched myself together now,
I swear I don't need to be fixed.

Nothing's broken,
Nothing's dead,
Nothing's going to cry...

Nothing's just a lie

My Best Friend's Hell

Broken hearted
And in denial
On the edge of a breakdown

Her eyes are swollen
Red from crying
Inside she's slowly dying

I wish she knew
I wish she could see
How her pain is hurting me

She's not as alone as
She thinks she is
I'm here for her - why can't she see?

Her pain is mine
It breaks my heart
To watch my best friend
As she falls apart

A Thousand Red Roses
A thousand red roses,
Is what you sent to me.
A thousand fake apologies,
Is all that I see.

Listen, Can you hear that?

Listen, can you hear that?
Is that rain?
No, it's just her,
She's crying again.

She sits on her window sill - two stories up,
Crying and crying,
She won't ever stop.

The hurtful words,
She's taken to heart.
Their every action,
It tears her apart.

One stubborn tear drop,
It stays on her cheek.
She can't even cry right,
It makes her feel weak.

Listen, can you hear that?
Is that the rain?
No, it's just her,
She's crying again.

Not That Girl

Not that girl,
Who you can push around.
Not that girl,
Who's intimidated by your short skirts and big breasts.
Not that girl,
Who'll change who she is.

Still that girl,
Who pretends to be strong.
Still that girl,
Wishing to be understood.

Not that girl,
That people thinks she is.