Friday, June 17, 2011

Poems

  • If Love Were a Number: 
If love were a number, you would get a 100. I love the way you look at me, the way your mine. If love were a number, you would exceed the limit. You are mine, my valentine. If love were a number, then numbers would be mine. Mine, mine, mine, my valentine. If love were a number, you would be mine. My valentine. My love, my life, my everything.  

  • Reading Book: 
You can read me like a book, because I am your favorite. You favor me for reasons I don't know. Of course I love the way you look at me. The way you say my name always brings shivers up my back.  You can read me like a book, you can see right through me. Your my only hope of survival, dear reader.

  • Life is not a merry-go-round ride, never ending happiness doesn't belong. You can erase my memory, but you can't erase me. To whom I once love, hated, and despised, life is not a merry-go-round ride. 

  • If Love Were: 
If love were as easy as life, people wouldn't be getting hurt. I would never cry. If love were as easy as life, you wouldn't be mine today. You would cry and die in shame. If love were as easy as life, you could be proud, not ashamed, of tomorrow, of what is to become of you. 

  • Gone: 
I believed you when you said you would forever love me, even through the twisted storms of mine you were there. You were there through right and wrong. You loved me even when I didn't love you. You loved me when they disapproved. You loved me when you didn't know me. You loved me all the way. Now you gone! Forever doesn't always last. 

  • Goodbye 
Just leave, I don't need you. Take your memories, take your laughs that brightened my days. Take your silky touch that I fell in love with day after day, leave your pain, tears, hatred, and shame. Add it to my load. I can survive. I will survive. Goodbye sweet sunshine. Goodbye lovely stars. Goodbye misunderstood Earth. Goodbye the days I haven't yet lived. 

  • Shame: 
In my tiresome sleep you woke me up, you woke me up to laugh at me. To secretly hate me, to secretly wish death upon me. I won't die for you, not for anyone. You woke me up, to see the look on my face, as you killed me. As you killed me I laughed. I laughed because you made my wish come true. True it came, shame. 

  • I am: 
I'm not beautiful, I'm not perfect, I'm not making your day, I am I. I am loved, I am misunderstood, and above all I am I. I don't have long hair, I don't understand you, and above all I am I. Who am I? I am broken,better days will find me again, I cry sour tears, and above all I am I. Who am I? I am Sara Nichole Burton, confused, shamed, depressed, and above all, I am proud. 


  • Sacrifice: 
Come back, I need you. Your smile, your touch, your hug. I walked into your open arms and said, "I need you, crave you, love you, and wish you were mine." He hugs me tightly and says,"I love you, need you, crave you, and now I am yours," all because my cravings, tears, and sacrifice, brought him back to me.

Cuts

She ran and leapt into the dark sea.
The cold water shocked her but it was a relief.
She was away.
She could live now.
Until she woke up.
That's when she realized her life was about to end.
Her boyfriend was drunk,
and she felt small.
He choked her, screaming how she was a whore.
She didn't fight back.
She wanted to die.
Weren't the cuts on her arms proof enough?
He had saved her,
and now he was killing her.
And she enjoyed it.
She was ready to die.

Preacher's Daughter

Then she met Caden.
She thought she could save Caden,
that she could change her best friend,
but the truth is,
Caden changed Sam.
Sam liked the rush,
the praise from men,
the gifts,
and sometimes,
the sex.
That is,
until she got pregnant,
and didnt know who the daddy was.
She stole from her dad's church,
and ran away.
She lived in hotels
her pimps paid for.
Seven months late,
she gave birth.
Her story isnt done with though,
every story has a good ending.
She gave birth to a perfectly healthy baby girl,
Megan Flores.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Do You See Me?

Did you forget you have a voice? Did you forget you have two eyes? Two ears? One head? Two legs? Two arms?
Did you forget your loved? Did you forget I love you? Did you forget not to give up? Did you try? At all?
I thought so.Your amazing. Beautiful. Worth life.
HELLO! Wake up! Do you see me here? Trying to help you up out of this cliff?
All your doing is bring me down, and down, and down. 
Come on, WAKE UP! 
See me here! Helping you. Loving you. Seeing you. Wanting you.
Yeah YOU.

Hmm??

I wanna spend the rest of my life laying in a coffin. I dont wanna breath. I dont wanna be dead. I dont wanna do anything. I want to sit there and let life pass me by. Let me see their happiness so my life can be fulfilled from them. We all know I cant live my own fucking life. We all know my life isnt worth living. We all know I'm not worth loving. We all know you know me better then I know myself, right?
Right.

Whore

She stands on corners,
plays with strangers,
takes money from the poor,
gives men a good time,
and who is this women may I ask?
The blood-thirsty whore.

Her pimp, her daddy, her protecter, her abuser,
are all the same man.
He sells and buys drugs.
He stands on corners,
plays with strangers,
takes money from the poor,
gives women a good time,
and who is this man may I ask?
The blood-thirty whore's lover.