Our Make-Believe Home

For Courtney Moise and all the make-believers in the world...

Blood stain bullets,

Thoughtless smiles,

Scratched CDs,

Melted candy,

Crayon scribbles,

Empty perfume bottles,

Dull rainbows.

I feast on unrequited dreams,

On unrequited love...

I gaze at artificial stars

In a cloudy dawn...

It's hard to have faith

When you look in the mirror

And all you see

Are empty eyes,

A shattered soul,

A worthless dream,

A meaningless face.

Slowly realizing 

Your dreams won't come true;

Destiny never liked you,

But Satan does

And waits for the chance

To end your life

With one last glance

In your faceless mirror

That reminds you 

That Hell exists

And it's impossibly

Worse than this.

But you don't listen;

Nothing can compare

To that evil glare,

The one you see everywhere,

From the ones who ruined your childhood,

Your life,

Not even thinking you might not survive,

They never cared,

Why would they?

They've never stared 

Into the devil's eyes!

They never thought of

How their actions

Would be defined 

In your mind!

B******s,

Pure blood B******s

Is the only way

I can describe them,

But there are no

Words that could

Ever describe my 

Hate.

On the brick 

Of all despair,

I took a chance

To get out of there.

With a scarred heart

And  hopeless dreams,

I found a world

Of make believe:

The world of poetry.

With that world

Came a queen,

The queen of

A new kind of 

Prosperity.

As depression rages,

So does the pain.

I find myself locked in cages

Of endless 

Shame,

Hate,

Depression.

When it hits,

When your mind

Is in endless conflict,

She creates a world;

Your new home.

Not that place

With a mother and father,

Siblings or friends,

But a world

Where love never ends;

A true home.

No words can describe

How grateful we should be

For this change of destiny

She has given us

With her

Beautiful poetry.

Some say 

Our home of make believe

Is gay,

Stupid,

Retarded,

Geeky,

Insane,

But they'll never see

This evil world's new beauty

That Courtney

Has made crystal clear to me.

I wish upon a million stars,

Until I fall asleep...

My dreams are my life,

I pour my heart into every detail...

Shooting stars

 Velvet rose petals

Glitter dreams

Silver nail polish

Crystals & Diamonds

{Courtney}

Author's Note

This poem is for Courtney Moise for being an amazing person, an amazing poet, and a savior to many. Her poems speak the truth, and convey the essences of depression straight from the heart of a victim. Being a victim myself, this poem was the best I could create to show my appreciation for her creating such revealing, truthful, and inspiring art and for her accepting me, and so many others, with wide open arms and an accepting heart. Thank you Courtney :)

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

A nice tribute...the page is full of imagery...as a reader goes down the lines of this write...