art, creative writing, Poème, Poemas, Poems, Poesia, Poetry, Uncategorized

A moment changes everything

It is so difficult to accept

That what was once etched in stone

Is now chalk washed out in rain.

Time to accept

That everything can change

In a moment.

You cry for months about the one you lost

Until you move on

And tattoo others into your ever changing skin.

 

It is so hard to accept

That what I thought was forever was a lie-

Forever dies

In a moment.

Sometimes goodbye is adieu

And there’s nothing you can do

But cry

Until you find someone new.

 

Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

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art, Bisexual, creative writing, Poème, Poemas, Poems, Poesia, Poetry, Uncategorized

Bisexual is a part of me and it should be 

We stole kisses from each other at 16 and 18

But I never thought anything of it.

Girls just weren’t my scene.
Ignored my feelings for the pretty redhead

And my obsession with my magnetic friend.

Denied my attraction to the lesbian

Because society told me

This shouldn’t be,

This isn’t me.
When I had sex with my friend I couldn’t deny it anymore-

This has to be

Because this is the other part of me.

Bisexual is a part of me

And it should be

Because it’s me. 

Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

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art, creative writing, Poème, Poemas, Poems, Poesia, Poetry, ptsd, Rape, Uncategorized

You took away the light within me

I don’t wear the same face as before-

You broke my mirror 

And made my sky a starless sky.

The moon’s light is dim,

The sun’s sparks reduced.
The wind has swept me away

To a dangerous place.

How will I ever be okay?

I don’t wear the same face as before.
You took away the light within me.

The dazzling light that radiates from my eyes.

How I despise 

You for doing that to me.
You turned the light switch off-

Now I see people can be so dark-

My trust has gone.

You have changed my world.
Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016 

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Bipolar, creative writing, Poems, Poetry

I Am Not A Drama Queen

I am not a ‘drama queen’.
Stop calling me a ‘drama queen’
Because I live what you call ‘drama’-
My mind creates the ‘drama’.
Call me a creativity queen
Because I sometimes am a creativity queen
And poems and book plots come to me
In a moment.

Never call me ‘drama queen’
Because that just isn’t me
Nor is it who I try to be.
My ‘drama’ is not acting;
I do not wear a Venetian, masquerade mask.
This is who I am.
Accept me or not,
I really don’t care
Because the ones who love me accept me
For the tumultuous, eccentric and passionate person I am.

Intensity, sensitivity, unpredictability,
Bipolarity may be a part of me
But ‘drama queen’ isn’t me.
My life is not a cabaret show
And I am not a burlesque dancer;
This ‘drama’
Is living ‘drama’
And sometimes it kills me inside
And I think I’d rather die
Because these moon swings often shatter me inside.

Sometimes life is a euphoric fairytale
Of hysterical laughter, new friendships, impulsivity
And creativity
Until the tempest kills me inside
And makes me hide.

Tragically being who I am causes me so much rain
When everyone else sees sun.

I have cried in toilets,
Classrooms,
Dining halls,
My bedroom,
Kitchens,
Restaurants,
Counselling clinics,
On the street.
I find it humorous that strangers are so concerned
When I cry as they don’t realise it is perfectly normal
And rarely a concern.

Some days I cry about things
That I would never have cried about yesterday.

Some days I shut myself in my room and think, ‘ I hate people, I hate everyone’
For no rational reason.

Other times I become paranoid and question if people really love me
For no rational reason.

Sometimes I hurt the ones I love the most
With cruel jokes that I never meant
And I never meant
To hurt them.

Everything is extraordinarily extreme for me;
Slacker or workaholic,
Teetotal or party animal,
Angel or devil,
Creativity or writer’s block,
Coach potato or extreme exerciser,
The most intense, loyal love or complete indifference.

I am a classic black and white photo
And I never see grey.
But I am fine with all of this
Because it is who I am.
I am not a ‘drama queen’
But I would never change who I am
Because I love being who I am
Even if being me makes life seem impossibly difficult sometimes.
I choose to keep living my life of fire and flood
Because it is in my blood;
It isn’t something I can shrug.

I am not a ‘drama queen’.
Stop calling me a ‘drama queen’
Because I live what you call ‘drama’,
My mind creates the ‘drama’.
Call me a creativity queen
Because I sometimes am a creativity queen
And poems and book plots come to me
In a moment.

Never call me ‘drama queen’
Because that just isn’t me
Nor is it who I try to be.
My ‘drama’ is not acting;
I do not wear a Venetian masquerade mask.
This is who I am
Accept me or not
I really don’t care
Because the ones who love me accept me for the tumultuous, eccentric and passionate person I am.

Copyright © C.M.H July 2014

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