patheticandpoetic

Status: poetry is the fruit of love.
Joined: May 27, 2011
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 177786
Location: Skull Rock, Neverland
Gender: F
Hey, PatheticandPoetic here.
I write to express, not impress.


Quotes by patheticandpoetic

I'm not sure
how to tell you this, but I think you deserve a fair warning.
I have completely fallen for you.
Not just for your smile, or the way you hold my hand, but with your very being.
The way you so easily accept and ignore my countless faults.
The way you constantly slouch because you're self concious about your height.
your hatred of stickers, the smell of the sweatshirts you give me when I'm cold, and the fact that the only book you have ever read was The Pushcart Wars.
I'm in love with the way you laugh at my stupid jokes, push the palm of your hand against my lower back to guide me through doorways, and how you rest your chin on the top of my head when we hug.
I love your family, and having tickle fights while
we watch movies.
I love you.
Every single fiber of your being.
I know that I'm impossible to love, but please, just give me a chance,
and I promise to love you forever.


 






DON'T COME ANY CLOSER, FOR INSIDE IS WHERE MY


demons
HIDE «



the story of my life

won't make you laugh or smile

not made of fiction or romance

but of pain that lasts a while.

for how many times I've hit the ground,

I'm surprised that I still stand

but there was no one there to help me up

no one to lend a hand

I learned you can't trust anyone

you have to fight for what you got

but even the best soldiers

sometimes end up getting shot.

Keys

Said Black to White, “It just isn’t fair,
You get all the attention, it’s time that you share.
I know that you’re beautiful, but I can be too.
Even though there’s less of me than you.”

 
Said Black to White, “You keep playing those ties,
I can hold them long too, despite my short size.
I know that you’re brighter, and I’m rather dull.
But when you’re with me, the music feels full.”

 
Said Black to White, “You’re stuck in the middle,
Like the fourth string on a 7 string fiddle.
I’m sharp as a knife and flat as stone.
One or the other, no in-between zone.”

 
Said Black to White, “They prefer you,
With your clear pretty notes, and melodies too.
Mine sound like mistakes, I’m called “accidental”
I’m abrupt and bold, breaking through gentle.”

 
Said White to Black, “Now see here you fellow,
I know that your music makes mine sound quite mellow.
But without you with me, there’s no chance of song.
White, and Black, together belong.”
 
Said White to Black, “You may be a collection of much smaller size
But your impact is greater, sending mine to demise.
Me without you is like clouds without rain.
Like ground without grass, or cuts without pain.”
 
Said White to Black, “Don’t feel less essential,
You’re part is important, live up to potential.
I may look so beautiful, so high and so clear
But you, you are too, and I need you here.”


the sun is high, the sky is blue
I wake up and think of you
how you don't want me, not at all
your goal in life: to make me fall
I wake up and wonder why
people are afraid to die.
 





"I lack a heart," the tin man said
"no smiles, frowns, or tears I shed.
I am empty, blank,unfeeling.
nothing to break, or go on healing."

"You're lucky," said Dorothy, "you're like a stone.
Never hurt, or tortured, left alone.
Having a heart isn't always so great
in this world of fire, filled with hate."


 
 


"to die is nothing. but to live defeated is like dying every day"

-Napoleon Bonaparte
 



show me that you love me

{and never let me go}

tell me that you need me

{tell me what I need to know} 

keep me in your memory

{if I ever lose my way

i know you'll always save me

{ with those three words you say}

all mine





i may not be a perfect girl, hell, I'm not even close

but on this Witty website, my feelings i compose

it isn't like a diary, where I record each day

it's just a place I like to write the things I cannot say.

it doesn't have to be near perfect, but I do like a good rhyme

 who says every story starts with
"Once Upon A Time"?


 

nmf


this is the time in my short life, where tragedy takes it's toll.
where faking every smile, becomes my daily goal.
pretending to be happy, yea, I have that perfected.
but then I just think back. . .what else had I expected?
I've learned that life isn't a fairytale, it comes in many chapters. . .
sorry to inform you, there's no Happily Ever After.
                                                                    Once Upon A TIme ~ me