Problem Child in DevelopmentI don't remember when this startedProblem Child in Development1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was halcyon
but wanted to have everything
All the time, something on the mind
I wished for this and that
And my parents gave it to me
Now I'm a rotten man
And my parents call me lazy
say that I'm a burden
They say that
over and over
I'm no expert, but I trust my instincts
"It's your fault,
Pointing fingers in
Searching for reasons
why I'm not good enough,
why I have no patience,
why I am so lazy?
Is this really me or rubbish?
I was trained to live like this
Raised like I'm not worth a damn
Problems never thought about
Now my flight falls short
As I can't take a single step away from home
It feels like it's too difficult
I'm tired of being useless
I'll try so very very hard to fix myself
Look at me, I'm doing stuff on my own!
Does anybody care?
Or is this "just for show"?
It takes my whole life to be like everybody else
Trust me, I won't be a burden anymore
Safety FirstMe and my familySafety First1 month ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
on a long, long trip
on a small boat -
into the silent distance.
"Pack your little brother
in your backpack
so he won't fall," said my father
tired of all the rowing.
"Don't let go off
mother's shaking hand"
I didn't know when we would come back.
Told my friends:
"Don't worry about my family.
Daddy roped us all together
so if one of us falls
then we'd all be gone."
"Daddy, when are we going back?"
I kept on asking.
"Please, daddy, I want to go back..."
I kept on begging
turned into days.
When the clouds grew greater above us
and the lake disappeared into the fog
daddy sighed sadly
far away from home and land.
We probably will never come back.
Manic DepressiveI woke up and discovered ‘her’ hovering over my bed like a impatient hummingbird. Today she’s a teenager with shocking white blonde hair, tan legs and mischievous eyes. I can only imagine what she’ll try to bribe me into this time.Manic Depressive1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
I call her Manic.
She’s practically jumping out of her bones; she’s so damn thin and perfect. I turn over on my side away from her. “I’d rather stay in bed today, thank you,” I mutter.
“Oh no you don’t,” I hear her answer determinedly. She pulls me out off the mattress with surprisingly strong arms. I end up on the floor swaddled in my own comforter.
Giggling Manic says “C’mon, we’re going to have some fun tonight.”
I cringe inwardly at thought. When it comes to Manic, fun can mean almost anything.
I force myself to dress, to brush my teeth, to even try to make something of my face and hair. Manic is fluttering behind me. The feeling in my chest tightens. I’
Your Nails in My HeartYour Nails in My Heart2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does it hurt
when there are no words to say?
Like your existence
was a hand pushing the nails
deeper into my heart
as I see your face
But I know I'll never know you
and you'll never see me
Waiting for someone
to wipe away the feelings for you
the tears caused by the ignoring
Even if the next crush will hurt more
At least I won't have thoughts about you
I know you would be embarrassed to know
how badly I wanted to know you
It wasn't dirty I swear
Wish I only wouldn't feel anything at all
Every time the suffering takes longer
to be forgotten
Every man I have ever met
doesn't want to look at me
I guess I was too hideous
for them to understand
I accept it
I accept it all...
I accept my ugliness
I accept the hate I endured
But I don't know
can I survive with all these nails
My heart beats faster
every time I see you smile
but I know
those looks weren't meant for me
No matter how loud I scream
No matter how many years may pass
I don't think I'd meet the right one
What am I
if not just trash?
The Washed MindI have let the difficulties flood my bodyThe Washed Mind3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
From head, the worries slip to my heart
like children falling through the cracks
of some broken floor
under which is nothing besides me
My mind is melting from the inside
Swarmed by maggots and the meaningless questions:
Would my mind work better
without all these walls
stopping it from evolving?
Where did these obscene problems come from?
Surely my mind was born free
Surely my opinions exist somewhere...
Or is freedom nothing but a joke
to the true me?
So, I ate nails and needles to clear my mind
The bleeding and the pain
were both evil and refreshing
I have learned the lesson
fairy tales are the shadows on my eyes
Now my mind is clear as melting glass
running down my cold spine
washing away the sins,
violent thoughts and sorrowful memories
from the edge of my past