Write Me A LullabyA Poem by Kayla KI was obsessed with Renee Yohe quotes, what can I say? Skip the quotes at the beginning if they're not in bold if your impatient, although they do add to the poem."I threw the stars across the sky for you and one fell like a tear from my eye as you dropped to the floor, burried in the darkness and the lies." ~ Renee Yohe
"There is a difference between what is SAID and what is IMPLIED. While your words kiss my hand, the unspoken stabs my heart. AND THE TEARS ARE DENIED. These feelings are unjustified." ~ Renee Yohe "Once again it was too much to contain, I let it loose in a steady flow of crimson rain. Once again I was on the floor, broken in a pathetic heap, crying behind the safety of a locked door. I loathe to be a burden for you to bare, to shame and disgrace, to grasp your heart and rip and tear. I loathe this desention in despair, this aching, throbbing, hopelessness, dropping me into hell and leaving me there. So to spare you from all of this, I plaster this smile, this masquerade, not a hint something is missing.” ~ Renee Yohe "Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we’re wired that way. Because without it, I don’t know; maybe we just wouldn’t feel real. What’s that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop." ~ Renee Yohe "Today my heart though maybe it was pretty." ~ Renee Yohe "I am dark and heavy and hostile. Fragile. And. Confused. I need someone to let me rain. Who knows what it is to bleed, to be abused" ~ Renee Yohe "I haven’t felt like I had much to say lately, it’s been more music than words. Music seems to say more anyway, it captures a moment, a feeling, a place or person, a memory or period of time… "~ Renee Yohe "When your heart runs deeper than a ghost town goldmine, you just know you're bound to find that mother load. And you find your last heartbeat chasing after rainbows. No, there's no place you won't go to win one more time." Big&Rich, Deadwood Mountain "Did I say something stupid? There goes one more mistake. Do I bore you with my problems? Is that why you turn away? Do you know how hard I've tried to become what you want me to be? Take me. This is all that I've got, this is all that I'm not, all that I'll ever be. I've got flaws, I've got faults, keep searching for your perfect heart. It doesn't matter who you are. We all have our scars." Allison Iraheta, Scars. Write me a lullaby, to show me all the love. I need to know that somebody cares, from high up above. Sprinkle your tune, across my heart. Help me pick up, each individual part. This girl is broken, lost at sea. Scars run deep, hands still bloody. There's been the lies, the names and rumors. Even years later, those words still linger. A smile is stretched, across this face. Nobody knows, I despise this place. They lied to my face, and I lost all trust. Friendship fell away, like red chips of rust. Please prove to me, that trust still exists. Help me keep the pain from my wrists. I'm lost within the music, hiding away my worries. Writing the words, of bleeding magic gypsies. Too far from perfection, to be considered fine. All I need is for someone to point out to me a sign. Stuck in my mind, there's nowhere to run. Lost in my mind, I can't find the sun. The depression worsens, destroying inside. Where's the door, to escape outside? Just write me a lullaby, and show me you care. Sing it to me, even if others will stare. "Mom & Dad, I open my mouth and the words won’t come out, they’re burried somewhere inside me, a vast graveyard that lies unmarked and readily forgotten, I’d rather forget. You’d be better off behind that blindfold, I don’t want you to see. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m broken and this flight parallels all we wish we could leave behind… but it will catch us. I can’t run fast enough and endurance is lacking. I’m void of the defiance required to fight this off, I’m so drained by the constant facade. Yet, I could never collapse into you, I could never stop. I wouldn’t know how to end this. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for all the pain, the disappointment, the lies, the shame, for being the dirt under the rugs. Sweep aside all the complications of my life so it appears presentable. I know you never meant it like that. I never meant to be this way, but you don’t even know it. It’s like a whole different world that lies undiscovered by you and I prefer to keep it that way. I don’t think you’d understand and I don’t want your sympathy. I don’t want to be the little child in your arms, I’d rather cry alone… and I don’t know why. These tears are ungrateful, are they not selfish? Are they not wrong? What more is there, what’s left? I don’t want to do this, I just want to forget. To erase the blur that leads up to here, that’s all it is after all. A dark blur that plagues my memory and my heart. I love you… and so I can’t tell you, I won’t tell you, I’m sorry." ~ Renee Yohe "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, ... a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, ... a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace." ~Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 © 2011 Kayla KAuthor's Note
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Added on May 25, 2011Last Updated on May 25, 2011 AuthorKayla KSmall town , NYAboutI'm a cyclone of myself, a caterpillar delight still finding my wings. A balloon stuck up in the clouds, no one can bring me down from my high. Shattered into pieces, be careful when you pick .. more..Writing
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