.i will break my heart.6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
long before you
ever get the chance;
this is not a matter
this is a matter
Losing ItI'm kind of going crazy,Losing It3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm caught inside my mad mind.
Ten different things weigh me down, but I'm still fine!
The words are coming slowly, my mind is on a slur.
I can't string this poem, because the brain is on a blur!
And I get so frustrated, I tear away at skin;
The hair is falling down and the voices make a din!
I wanna shut them out, but I can't find a key,
So all that I can do is simply shut away the ME.
.I define myself indefinable.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
A girl with a million dollar dreams
but with a heart so broke they crumble
and leave me in a maze of dead ends
But I don't even mind getting torn at the seams
cause nightmares are my friends
And we're just like empty lighters
eventually we'll lose our spark
but to find a light and let it shine
is the reason we get dark
And the stars that burn the brightest
burn out fast and die
The pain in my voice
was my desolate choice
and my own lullaby
Misfortune TellerWhat does the future hold?Misfortune Teller1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of course you want know!
Your fortune sold,
2 faithless gold,
this knowledge I'll bestow!
No fears or tears my friend;
you cannot turn back now.
the frog is pinned
the cat has grinned
Your sweat drips from your brow.
I see a fortune made,
A larger fortune spent...
3 children fight,
a widow's spite,
an act without consent!
I see a grassy hill,
a tombstone on its side...
a ravaged beach,
a new and younger bride!
So, there you are my friend!
Your gold you did not squander!
I gave you scenes,
but what it means,
that is for you to ponder.
What? You are confused?
Don't fret... now, close the door.
I'll ease your thoughts,
connect these dots,
for only 5 gold more!
Love From the ShadowsI loved you from the ShadowsLove From the Shadows1 month ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I loved you in the dark
I saw every mistake you made
You could do so much better
Let me be your reason,
your one and only
I watched you searching
I have always been here
Why have you never looked at me?
You party hard
Breaking hearts with a smile
Getting what you came for
but not what you need
There was a time I begged you
Accept my love
You used my feelings instead
Causing hope where there was none
Darkness swirls around you
leaving me confused and alone.
I reach out,
and stumble in the haze
Where are you?
What have you done to my heart?
I wanted so badly to be The One
I loved you from the Shadows
I loved you in the dark
In the haze of smoke and mirrors,
I realize I could do so much better
You don't realize how much I love you still
You'll never speak to me again
Some people are impossible to forget
I hope you find what You are looking for
We missed our chance
We have moved on
Now if only your memory would move out
I Love SummerI love summer for actually allowing usI Love Summer2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to be stupid.
Feeding us all winter with memories of
things we did.
I love summer for its clothing, or
lack there off.
Making us euphoric enough to spread smiles
and share love.
What she thinks.
What she misses.
I love summer
or maybe just the memories
of summer-loves I once lived
R.I.P. IwataFarewell to the King,R.I.P. Iwata3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
long did he reign.
So proud, so strong,
so full of hope.
Farewell to our King,
who brought us such joy.
The years of new things, new dreams...
they've passed us by.
Rest, great King.
You've earned your peace.
We'll ache for you,
but we will go on.
Farewell, our King.
You worked so hard
and did so well.
Please know that we understand.
You're Ganna DieYou are going to die.You're Ganna Die2 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But it won't be from listening to me.
It's just something that happens
You might get a disease.
You might die of laughter.
You get stuck in a tree
but it doesn't even matter.
'Cause you're going to die somehow
How to Speak Blow TorchHow to Speak Blow TorchHow to Speak Blow Torch1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
When we were little
It was as if we had gasoline for blood.
Flammable substances coursing through our veins,
Our tongues were the lighters.
We were fluent in the language of blow torch.
But we’re older now.
Our ideas have been dulled down.
When I was little, I told my best friend I wanted to be an astronaut,
He told me ‘But you could explode.’
I no longer know how to speak that way.
How to ignite thoughts and ideas.
How to set myself on fire,
Disregarding the possibility of being burned.
Reduced to ashes.
Because there was another 50% chance
That I’d burn bright like a star.
I hold my tongue now.
My brain almost like a fire extinguisher.
I said I wanted to be a meteorologist.
But I think you have to be smart to be a scientist.
I said I wanted to be a writer,
But I think you have to be talented to do that.
We all are screaming that we want to be alive.
But I think you have to be unafraid,
To catch fire
To do that.
HeartbreakA sudden slip into the void, emptiness bloomsHeartbreak1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
letting the quicksand pull you down a hole
your stomach drops as you fall in the dark room
where you sit face to face with hurt
He will not back off with his punches
and you can't run
You sit there, and all the world's clocks stop
in that moment, in that time you wait
and so is the lump in your throat
and every thought is a puzzle
and you think:
How beautiful to be able to cry
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This is them!
Words Are WeaponsWords are weaponsWords Are Weapons1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sharp as they come
Cutting and biting
Words are weapons
Pointing the skin
Making you feel
So worthless within.
Words are weapons
Stabbing the heart
Tearing oh so
Words are weapons
Of the final breath.
Who thought just words
Could lead to such death?
FineI walked home in the middle of the street again,Fine3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the listless pumping forward that comes from muscles hollowed out -
I didn't care if the cars hit me.
I wasn't seeking death I just stopped actively avoiding it again,
I just walked
with the restless wondering about headlights and obituaries
and the questions about whether or not I'd be loved once I did the world the favour
of not being so inconvenient as to continue to breathe.
If I could swim home in the malaise, or if I could be struck down
into a sudden and permanent state of something other than depression -
either would be fine...
Either would be fine.
~~~When my heart searches for home,~~~1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are whom I long for.
They'll Write Dysphoria On My HeadstoneIf the journey to happiness appearedThey'll Write Dysphoria On My Headstone3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
as easy as we make it seem,
then I doubt our entire world would
Happiness is not a drug that can be forced
into our mouths,
when our situation is doused
in fire that erodes us from the inside out.
It takes a village to mend a village,
a home to mend a home,
though when the house is against one,
they start to feel alone.
Happiness can't be achieved,
when you're not acknowledged for you.
When your pronouns are erased,
when they start to misgender you.
Suddenly its your fault that
you suffer from anxiety.
Suddenly, you're to blame
when depression seizes you tightly.
Suicide is around the corner,
you want it every day,
but there's that one important
And for them, you must stay.
Though love can only last so long,
and our light will eventually fade.
Because though you continue to fight,
depression can take you away.
Your “parents” force you to be their minions,
strip you of your independence.
The beings that should accept
virginity pledge.put your hands onvirginity pledge.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
either side of my hipbones
I wanna hear
my own innocence
girls that photosynthesizeI.girls that photosynthesize1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
i asked my mother to buy me sweetener,
and she said "no," and she said "no,
sugar is better for you it's more natural"
so i shrug and i clamp my teeth over
my tongue and sew my mouth closed
and i steal sweet n' low
from the pizza place
my friends watch me pick at my lettuce,
a rabbit-food-lunch that makes me sick
to my stomach, and when i run to the
bathroom during science class they
follow me and ask what i ate for breakfast.
i say "waffles" because they can't know
i won't let them stop me
my therapist asks me if i think i'm sick
and i'm not, i'm strong, but i can't be
not here not here, and the $$$$$$$$
are ticking away as i consider my answer
so i say "yes" and she asks me what
i will become and i say "better"
because that's all they want to hear
my dietitian sets up a rough meal plan
and she says i won't gain weight on it
somehow i trust this woman with art
on the walls of her office and i pick
through the day in corn-kernel bites,
birdsong remindersblue feathered birdsong, a long pastelbirdsong reminders3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
dream growing hazy with time,
your skin ridged like scales–an alligator purse
you can’t pull off your arm–in the cold
of after thoughts and wakeful to-dos
it’s wrong, believing what they’ve all been telling you:
not good enough, not pretty enough, not worth a scrap of salt
on a piece of last week’s finest cut
going to the dogs because it tumbled out of the pan,
off the rack, past the oven door
close those sleep-swept eyes
no longer than five seconds into the downpour,
sweep the lies of your subconscious
out the front door and off the welcome mat
into the dust where it belongs,
take a second to remind yourself there’s more to mornings
than sidestepping the shower head
as the things you’ve planned for years
but still haven’t accomplished
break a sweat and smear your brow
there’s a song on the breeze promising pretty shiny things
and the past is a disease screaming in the key of b-flat;