Noted Writings

Tag: poems

  • A Few More

    Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

    She wishes someone had told her that

    Beauty is only skin deep

    So why is she looking for more than that?

    You tell her she’s the definition of beautiful

    And that the girls that stand

    Only two steps behind

    Will have to wait a while in that line

    When did beautiful mean 

    “A few more won’t hurt”?

    When did beautiful mean

    Changing parts of her?

    She was a friend to me

    She was all I’ll ever need

    And now you’re changing her everything

    Into a media reality

    I miss her

    Before you said “a few more won’t hurt”

    Magazines and TV shows and everything else

    They’re screaming over me

    And telling her

    Nothing is good enough

    When did beautiful mean 

    “A few more won’t hurt”?

    When did beautiful mean

    Changing parts of her?

    She was a friend to me

    She was all I’ll ever need

    And now you’re changing her everything

    Into a media reality

  • To Be Honest

    Without warning, I went black

    That lasted over a week

    Not a word of condemnation when I came back

    I wonder if you know what that means

    When I do that, it’s never planned

    Life gets overwhelming, enough so that it’s hard to withstand

     

    To be honest, I don’t know how long it’s been

    We started talking through that dumb secret app

    Texting consistently, you’re actually my best friend

    Mostly sending tiktoks or pictures of my cat

    It’s not always super deep

    But it’s everything I need

     

    Your daughter is amazing

    I know you know that

    She’s going to follow her dreams

    It’s from you that she learned that

    It’s a second-hand love I have for her

    But it’s real, of that I’m sure

     

    Never doubt I love you dearly

    Even when I go dark

    I know you’re always going to hear me

    From the beginning, we had a spark

    Friendship may be all it is right now

    But to be honest, friendship is all I really know about

     

    Thank you for being who you are

    Always there even from afar

    It’s taken way too long for me to do this

    I’ve written many different ideas that were barely about you

    So finally, I found words that actually fit

    Doing this is a personal thing, but I still share with you

  • Depression

    Roses in a vase

    Pale yellow surrounds

    Supposedly a calming place

    To let all your fears out

    I spent too long there

    Not much help it was

    If nothing I did made me care

    Why did she think she could?

    I would sit an hour a week

    Tell her all my stories

    She’d ask how it made me feel

    If I didn’t think I was loved

    I knew my family’s love was real

    But I didn’t love myself enough

    Depression: a word said too much

    Just to give a reason

    I know I never really was 

    In that horrible, suffocating position

    The roses never changed

    Yeah, they were fake

    Just like my “disease”

    My supposed messed up chemistry

    What about those 

    That are really in pain?

    Those without the help

    That I got in vain?

    Pray for their peace tonight

    Show them they’re not alone

    That they have love in their life

    That it’s not for them to go on their own

    Depression isn’t an easy go to

    It should have never been said to me

    I just hated the school I went to

    Something too simple for them to see

    If I hadn’t had told them

    That the pills didn’t help

    I’d still be taking them

    I’d still be saying how I felt

    I pray for you

    Every single night

    I hope that you

    Can one day see the light

    Hope, love, and faith

    Joy, peace, and truth

    Just make it day by day

    Just know that I love you

  • Love Clown

    You were like a drug

    No one knew about us

    I fancied myself in love

    Never let myself see it wasn’t enough 

    I forgot about you

    Even though back then 

    I thought I was in love with you

    Your name is in my everyday

    But when I hear it

    I don’t see your face 

    I wonder if you remember me

    I’m sure you thought I was easy 

    Nothing about what we did was good

    I think I did it because I could

    All it was was hook ups

    Across the street

    In your truck

    I’m sure you were using me

    As I was an emotional wreck 

    And you just up and left each time

    Years later I tried to keep in touch

    You gave excuses, never replied

    I was hopeful, probably too much

    I let you let me down

    I thought the past could return

    I’ve always been a love clown

    I’m now forgetting the things

    That drew me to you

    I really had gone a little mad

    Wanting what the rest of the world had

    Single and older, I’m writing this

    Ignorance is really bliss

    I can see manipulation easier now

    I wonder why I remember you somehow

  • Imposter

    A hug and “I’m gonna miss you”
    My thoughts were “yeah, right”
    She’s amazing, too good to be true
    I don’t know what about me she likes
    Imposter, imposter you’re actually annoying
    Being me is something no one is enjoying


    I feel like I’m lying about me
    By being how I am in life
    I don’t know another way to be
    But it’s an alarm flashing bright
    Imposter, imposter, that’s how I feel
    Every day I question if it’s even real


    “You’re so hardworking”
    At what answering the phones?
    I’ve been told I’m a smart person
    So why is my favorite thing to stay home?
    Imposter, imposter it’s all a lie
    Even now I’m trying to hide


    “I’m so proud of you”
    Words I cannot accept
    I’m conditioned to say “thank you”
    Even though I know I should be a reject
    Imposter, imposter you lied to them all
    I’m nothing great, I’m just waiting to fall


    Love bombing is any kind of affection
    There’s no way it could be real for me
    I’m used to expecting rejection
    Don’t try to say you actually care for me
    Imposter, imposter my head screams it loud
    I can’t let you lie to me and say you’re proud


    Imposter syndrome, something so prevalent
    I live everyday of my life with it
    How do I accept your love and care
    When I can’t hope, I don’t even dare
    Imposter, it’s screaming out
    Imposter, it’s wrong there’s no doubt.

    I wrote this because I feel like I’ve somehow manipulated people into liking me, that I’m a liar and I’m not as nice as I seem, even if I want to be. Imposter syndrome is a very common thing, and I hate that so much.

  • Just Living

    A friend told me he thought he was trans

    Had a name for his new self, Rachel

    I asked if he would tell his parents

    He said no, that’s not something they could handle

    At that point of my life

    I was maybe 19, still optimistic 

    I honestly thought my mom wouldn’t mind

    Being who you are is just living

    Turns out I was wrong

    Voting Trump should have shown that

    The many things said by my mom

    About those who’ve found themselves at last

    I rarely talk about anything important

    I don’t need to hear those comments

    “You’re born as you are, that’s it

    Gender isn’t something you can go fix”

    How can you be so accepting some ways

    But so rejecting in others?

    I’m bisexual, by the way

    To actually tell you, I’m afraid

    Mom, I just don’t get you

    Have you even thought it through?

    Love the same gender, okay

    Live the wrong gender, go away?

    That friend didn’t ever transition

    It was experimenting and learning

    I wonder if he had told his parents

    Would he have ended up hurting?

  • Battle Scars

    Inside my lies

    All I show is I’m fine

    They didn’t see them

    All the lines drawn in

    Battle scars

    They decorate my arms

    A secret fight

    I never wanted in the light

    It’s not about them

    Or even their words

    It’s about me

    And how I’m not my perfect girl

    Skinny, pretty or fit

    This is all I feel helps it

    Battle scars

    Decorating my arms

    Words mean so little and so much

    I don’t believe the word love

    Happy has just become a lie

    And you’ve become fine with goodbye

    Battle scars 

    Have filled these arms

    The blade shines in invitation

    All it takes is one motion

    Red and flowing

    I can do this without you knowing

    Battle scars

    On more than just my arms

    Battle scars

    They decorate my arms

    A secret fight

    I never wanted in the light

  • Hush

    I post in secret

    Shedding the “good girl” they see

    On those days when I rock it

    Blocked my entire family

    Hush, hush, no one needs to know

    Hush, hush, this is what makes the show

    Innocent is a fun game to play

    When no one knows you’ve learned so much

    Naïve and gullible- she’s just that way

    Unfortunately they don’t see I’ve grown up

    Hush, hush, in circles we go

    Hush, hush, enjoy the show

    So maybe I’m just a little much

    Posting daily, not hiding much

    There will come a day I’ll probably stop

    Only because at consistency I suck

    Hush up, don’t show them now

    Hush up, the ratings are down

    Good girls never do bad

    Or so they want you to think

    But good girls are best at bad

    We’ve learned to hide many things

    Hush up, here’s the big moment

    Hush up, a choice- can she make it?

    The wildflower scene is done in a dead field

    She dances among nothing

    CGI is used to make it all look real

    The result is undeniable beauty 

    Hush, hush, this is where love would come in

    Hush, hush, if this was going to be the end

    The choice I made was for me

    A way to fall in love with me

    I’m showing off to many strangers

    But don’t worry- they only know I’m a she/her

    Hush, hush, the end is on the screen

    Hush, hush, A bow and the star leaves

  • Introduction

    Hello, my name is Faith. I’m 33, 34 in June, and I’ve been writing since I was in middle school.

    My poetry started out in the form of song lyrics; with three verses and a chorus that would repeat throughout. Finally, after a few years of that, I let myself write without that kind of structure and began just writing poems.

    I’ve been posting screenshots of my poems from my notes app on Instagram (username @noted.writings) and I’ve decided they deserve to have their own site.

    Please enjoy my poetry and I hope you feel something from all of them.

    -Faith

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