{♥afacetoremember♥}

|poem by jazz|

A heartbeat could be heard from a mile,

A wondering face that wears a bright smile.

To remember this gift upon herself,

She smiles within and forgets the sorrows of oneself.

The girl smiles unafraid and unprepared,

Glowing in the dark with a secret unshared.

In another country held a crying friend,

That called out for her as she clicked 'Send'.

What the friend is trying to say,

She suffers in agony and dismay.

However, when the smiling face is seen...

The weeping little girl smiles within.

Underneath all the pain and grins,

She confessed and told all her sins.

True friends were hard to find,

And if discovered forever they bind.

They met in that building called school,

The girl full of sorrow used to be a fool.

The smiling girl showed her the will to live,

Now their friends; she continues to believe.

Time passes and they keep in touch.

Not bothering with the small details, as much.

They talk, laugh and smile at each other.

Questions were asked at one another.

A birthday forgotten,

A girl turned rotten.

Keep it a secret,

And never regret.

Reminisce the past as you once saw,

A face to remember; a face without a flaw.

(wrote this poem for a friend [melissa] because it is her birthday)

{♥deceivinglife♥}

|poem by jazz|

This feeling inside makes me weak,

Let me rewind, pause, and speak.

Out-spoken words that hurt me deeply,

Moving in to live somewhere cheaply.

Rubbing my arms up and down,

Groaning in pain whilst wearing a frown.

The doors to the bars and clubs open wide,

Inviting me with welcoming arms inside.

Instructions and demands to follow,

Eyes glisten fixatedly into the hollow.

Choking in bitter drinks of the guests,

Pressing their hands onto my breasts.

Receiving roses that prick into my skin,

Holding up my finger, I sigh within.

Capturing the cries and despite the danger,

Still disguising myself until I met the stranger.

The man who gave me a chance to start again,

I was then forced to tell the tale and explain.

I elaborated with no utter exaggeration,

Muttering words that hurt with no hesitation.

Unique pain shot through my eyes,

As I mention his name that I despise.

Yelping through the whole colourless story,

Vandalizing my skin with outrage glory.

Remember that place I used to call home,

Winding down my anger as I roam,

Around the fields that smell of purity.

Living a life of a lie enduring obscurity.

A whore to be punished to eternity,

Selling my body to all kinds of fraternity.

(what are we, if we judge sluts?)