Mornings

I wake up in the morning,

I scrub my pure white teeth.

Wash away the ugly bruise,

That blossoms from beneath.

No reason to be so frightened,

Why should I be so sad?

Wipe away the silent tears,

No cause to make them mad.

I wake up in the morning,

I comb through all my hair,

Hope for true salvation,

Say yet another prayer.

Pop in the contact lenses,

Draw on the dark line eyes.

Scare away the bad dreams,

Paint over all the lies.

Sit down with bread and butter,

Take out the knife and jam,

Ignore the dents in table legs,

And May We All Be Damned.

Plaster on the neon smile- 

it's crumbling at the edges,

This cheerful role I'm bound to play

Reminds me of my pledges.

Love that binds me down,

Hatred sets me free.

A mixed-up girl grown yet too old,

As you will surely see.

Time to build the walls up,

High-tail it to the door,

Take strength from all the sights you see,

Returning- you may see no more.

Reviews

[G!o]

It is lovely how you play with such thoughts and create such a poem out of them. The amazing part though is that you managed to think outside the box since almost every body here seems to just dwell on love and depression. Great thinking.

[Arya Le Dasmones]

Thank you, I really do appreciate your comments! And well, sometimes it helps to get away from 'embracing' depression and love :P

[G!o]

...and now that's true art.