Priceless or Useless


I donŐt know how to feel anymore 

I am but an instrument 

A tool to be used at your disposal 

You only need me when you want something from me 

Other than that 

I am useless to you 

But when you need me 

In your eyes I am priceless 

For in those moments 

My useless persona no longer exist 

But the moment you find value in someone else 

I am quickly thrown away as that useless tool 

Instrument you will soon forget 

Why did you need me in the first place?

This is what you ask yourself 

What did my worth mean to you?

It is not until you are hurt and disappointed by the one you thought loved you 

That you will soon remember you put me on the shelf to collect hurt, pain, and loneliness 

You will soon remember my worth and value 

Only to use my priceless worth and value 

Until the thing you value enough to give your worth away comes 

Comes to cause you pain, hurt, and misery 

I am always there to be your broom and dust pan 

To pick up the pieces of your heart 

To show you I care 

But you canŐt see me past who you view me to be 

I am your useless tool 

Instrument of unworthiness 

When you feel loved by someone in whom you know will never love you 

I am your priceless 

When you need someone there to listen and put you back together again 

Lost in your constant cycle of pain 

Who am I to you?

Am I priceless or useless?

I will wait for you to decide 

As I always do




Am I Worth Living For


If I could think the way I feel 

and feel the way I think

Oh how great life would be

My reality would be filled with the thoughts of truth 

being birth from every word spoken from a world created totally by my mind

To where my heart can live out itŐs sweetest joys

My life would have no worries 

because I am in control of it all

The truth remains

I have this power to do so now

But this world has taught me 

I am too small and too small minded

To make a change and I listened

Oh why did I listen

Now I am lost believing my thoughts could never be my reality

I have been taught they canŐt live in perfect harmony together as one.

Why did I listen?  

Oh why did I listen

Giving all control of me to a world of lies I know nothing of

Destroying my innocence in the process

Relinquishing all my control over to nothing

Deceiving me to think

I am no longer worth living for




My Time to Move On


While I was waiting for you to make up your mind 

Whether or not you would love me and accept my love as your own

A butterfly flew my way 

Captured my attention 

It smiled at me 

Capturing my heart in the process 


I used to hold that from burning bright in my heart 

For you to find your way home 

But now I have come to learn 

Once the wick has burned out on the candle

There is nothing else that can be done 

Nothing else for me to do but to say goodbye 

And move on without you 

Allow my heart to burn for another 


As the flame starts to burn again 

What was once a lonely caterpillar 

Has now become a beautiful butterfly before my very eyes 

Now I must spread my wings and fly 

To explore this new world now open to me

She is my beautiful butterfly 




Losing to Win


I feel like I have wings made of wax 

Trying to soar towards the sun 

Believing I can make it 

Without getting burned in the process 

This is what finding true love 

Feels to me right now 

Nearly impossible 

Am I wrong to believe I can make it 

Even though the odds are against me 

But how can I shine bright without the sun 

The thing that brings me so much joy 

Is the same thing that brings me so much pain 

And yet I can not live without it 




Unworthy of Her Gift


Many have come and tried to penetrate my heart with no avail 

Fighting a losing battle 

They know nothing of

Unaware my heart has already been conquered by another 

When she came to claim her prize 

I ran away in desperation 

Not knowing I was a fool to do so

Believing at the time her love was too good to be true 

And I was unworthy of such a precious gift as her

No one ever taught me about love 

I never knew what love was before her 

I didnŐt know the feel, the taste, the touch of love 

She taught me what love truly is 

I didnŐt come to realize what she was showing and giving me was love

Until I ran away 

Learning quickly what love truly is not

If ever given the chance once more

I will cherish her forever 

Being in her gratitude of love always 


© Euphonious Poet


Bio:  She is a published author of ŇRemembering a KingÓ (a poetic tribute to Michael Joseph Jackson).