Everyday Thoughts Of Mine

Everyday Thoughts Of Mine

A Poem by .::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.
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I'm going to walk you through what goes on in my head everyday...

"

So I woke up this morning

with this strange feeling in my gut.

I get that pretty often

so it wasn't a big deal.

 

My mind was still so tired.

I could tell it had me turning all night

as fast as a wheel.

 

No telling what's going on the other room,

I just hear yelling.

Every ones probably fighting again.

I'll just keep dwelling while my eyes keep swelling.

When will this war ever end?

 

I'm getting undressed in the mirror.

I stand naked & look at all my ugly flaws.

I throw on some baggy clothes

& complain to the walls.

Who is there to understand?

 

I walk into the living room

& there's the family friend,

He flirts with me but I know he has a girl.

When will the games end?

Who is there to understand?

 

I flip on the computer & get online.

I speak with a few people about there love life.

I'm beginning to wonder...

Will I ever be loved as a wife?

Who is there to understand?

 

Anyways moving on.

I'm working harder than ever

still no credit from him.

Do I have to tell him my head's been severed??

Who is there to understand?

 

Here I am cooking.

I've burned my pan again!!!

I know I'll get it right eventually...

But when???

Who is there to understand?

 

I watch some s****y television show

on how to live "The good life"

but they don't even know she's in pain

till they find the bloody knife.

Who is there to understand?

 

I lay in my bed

& once again I'm alone.

I lay in my bed

knowing no one wants to call my phone.

Who is there to understand?

 

Tell me, Tell me when

someone will take a chance on me.

When will I end up

Where I'm meant to be?

Do you even understand?

 

There in my dreams,

A guy who cares for me

But it's not what it seems,

It's only what I want it to be.

 

I'm awake again

at 4:00am

crying.

It's the same routine.

I feel so alone.

Why is life so mean?

 

I start complaining to the walls.

There is no one to understand.

All I have is all my flaws

When I need a hand.

© 2008 .::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.


Author's Note

.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.
This is deff not my best or my fave but I'm posting anyways hoping someone else might get something out of it.

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Wow. I try not to use that word too much, but I truly mean it now. This is amazing. I connect with it on so many levels. It's incredible. It's like you crawled inside of me and wrote what you found inside me. I'm here. I care. Heck, I even want to call you on the phone now! I'll send you a message because I have a lot to say about this piece. Suffice it to say [for now] that this is beautiful. You are so interesting, and you show yourself so blatently, not through rose colored glasses.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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the entrails of thoughts of youth. it doesn't really do much for me, but i do recall a time when i worried about those things a long long time ago. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Sorry it took me so long to review this. Almost seems like my life sometimes. Great write!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This was me many years ago. One of my writings, "What Is It?", reflects the same deep longing, but in a very different way. I, too, was young when I wrote it. You have captured your emotions and expressed them in a very intense way to where the reader wants to reach out to you. It pulls us in! Great write!

Posted 14 Years Ago


I remember feeling exactly like this...when i lived alone in my 20.s Oddly, now I miss that time when I was alone. I'm just weird that way. I found this poem relevent though.

Posted 16 Years Ago


You have express so beautifully a place I suspect most of us have been. So very heart felt and honest. A brilliant write!

Posted 16 Years Ago


Much like a diary entry. It's good to get things off your chest in the form of writing. I like the question you pose throughout your poem "who is there to understnad?" This is a question I ask daily too.

Great job!!

Josie

Posted 16 Years Ago


I like how this read sort of like a diary entry, while still being formatted like a poem. Very cool. Great expression of emotions through your everyday life. =)

Posted 16 Years Ago


The insecurities of youth are an evil trap that we set for ourselves. After years go past we wonder why we could have ever thought such things when youth seems so appealing in some aspects. Unity with another is also not without it's price. A lasting relationship calls for countless compramises that can generate resentment. Granted that this may be a negitive aspect to what so many long for but true none the less. There will come a day when you look back on your old photos and think to yourself"Wow, look how pretty I was". Instead of commenting on all of the regular poetic stuff i thought that i would address the content instead. In our youth we long for so many things of adulthood, children, romance, homes, careers......and when your in the thick of life you just wish you were young again with few responsibilities.Your poem touches on so much of this confusion in life and i see that many have responded to this piece. Thats a good sign that you are provoking thought in your readers. Nice work.

Mr. Lopez

Posted 16 Years Ago


It's a good poem, but it needs stripping. There's too much there that isn't really needed, it's not moving the poem forward, it's just paraphrasing the same things. I like the idea of repeating a key phrase, but I think "who is there to understand?" sounds too cliched and teen angsty. I really like "it's the same routine" though, I think that would be more effective.

x

Posted 16 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

We all feel the same way from time to time, the first thing you need to do is learn to love your flaws... accept them, and others will find it easier to accept you... to be loved you must love yourself... the poem is a good write...

Posted 16 Years Ago



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My Name is Rebekah but everyone calls me Beck or Beckah or my fav Cup^E^Cake & I was born in Ohio but Raised in the south. My poems are about things that really happend some where in my life weather .. more..

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