You Are BeautifulHey there friend,You Are Beautiful23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have something I need to tell you -
You are beautiful.
Whether you are a cute little pixie
Or a voluptuous goddess;
Whether your body is a rolling landscape
Or a smooth, flat tropical beach.
This is something I really must stress -
You are beautiful.
Whether your hair is blonde
Or brown or black
Or red or green,
Long or short
Or tied up at the back
Or not there at all -
You are beautiful.
Whether you wear short skirts
Or button-up shirts,
Or torn up jeans
And band t-shirts;
Whether you dress all in pink
Or blue or black
Or every colour
To the sky and back -
You are beautiful.
Whether you don your make-up
Like war paint,
Or you wear none at all -
You are beautiful.
Whether your body is an art gallery
Of scars and stretch marks,
Or as smooth as honey;
Whether you hang out in parks
Or libraries or malls or bars -
You are beautiful.
Whether you stride around
As the magnificent force you are,
Or you ride a wheelchair
Like royalty in a carriage -
You are beautiful.
For those who are teasedPity thoseFor those who are teased3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
who throw knives
at your back,
and they're left
with porcelain skin,
and broken knives.
Humans Are Like RagdollsMaybe humans are like ragdolls.Humans Are Like Ragdolls1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some of us are manufactured,
With stitches that are a bit off.
And we get put back on the shelf.
While others are made perfectly,
Included with bows and pretty dresses.
But eventually we all get loose strings,
And we become such tattered, worn out things.
We all eventually pull at these loose ends
Until we all unravel.
And some can be sewn back together,
While others are broken forever.
DoneI don't care.Done2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why should I?
I live out each stupid day.
Breathing with a heart that only aches in pain.
As I long for the touch of another human.
While knowing I can't even feel such creature.
Knowing that there isn't such creature in my eye site.
There never is anyways.
I've put hope in a pipe and smoked it all away.
I can't get it back.
And neither do I want to have the job of holding onto it again.
I don't care that I'm unnoticed.
That's just more sadness my heart can suck up with the blood inside it.
Let this loneliness sting my chest.
As my eyes hold the gaze of being pure ruined as a human.
Call me weak.
Tell me that I'm too young.
That I have my whole life a head of me.
Say whatever you wish.
But I'm done.
Let me be done.
Let me close my eyes once more.
Only to open them and be someone who has completely let their soul drop from its body.
Let me be this freak.
That carries nothing but a permanent sad look on one's face.
BipolarThere's that moment when I wake up in the morning,Bipolar2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
And without a warning.
I feel myself plunge into the ocean.
As my thoughts drown me,
Like anchors tied to my ankles.
And I feel the water all around me.
I am being consumed by the sea,
My mind is my own worst enemy.
There's that moment when I wake up in the morning,
And I get that feeling.
In my chest,
But it's not pain.
I feel like I am actually sane.
Or maybe a little more than that,
I feel creativity and happiness,
And just plain joy.
I can't describe this emotion,
I just know that I actually feel alive.
Maybe even more than that.
And I can laugh and I am okay.
But then there is the next day.
And the next,
Until it all goes away.
And then I am neutral.
I am not manic.
I am not depressed.
I am not anything.
I feel bored, irritated.
I don't know what I am.
Just plain, nothingness.
I don't feel creativity flow through my finger tips,
I feel this might be a sinking ship,
Fades to the next hour or so.
And I am once aga
Words That Burn My InsidesWords that are like flames,Words That Burn My Insides1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing up my throat.
That burn my insides.
Dying to be let out.
But I can’t let them,
I might breathe fire.
I don’t want to hurt you.
So I’ll keep it inside instead.
Eating away at my insides.
A Music Listener I'll Always BeMy headphones are my barriers,A Music Listener I'll Always Be18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
They pump the words I like to hear into my ears.
They block out the idiotic words you say,
They keep the unforgiving actions out of my brain.
Instead I listen to the words I love to hear,
Smile as I get new ideas, inspiration from the artists.
I don't care if you can hear the lyrics,
I don't care if you want me to rip my earbuds out.
I refuse to do so, because that would being you what you want,
You don't deserve that.
So I'll keep my earbuds in,
I'll let the music pump through my ears.
I'll let it shake my eardrums and make my veins pump faster in excitement,
I'll allow my mind to wonder with the lyrics, to gain new ideas for my stories.
A singer, a writer I am.
A music listener I will always be.
running drybroken faucet temporal loberunning dry2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
with desert lungs
and a tongue that
deserted a dry hydrant long ago,
i look for you in the broken spine
of my forgotten secret holder
and hope one of the loose loops
wrap around the tip of my cold finger
and hold both of us together.
betrayali can't promise youbetrayal2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
that we will be
the same as before
because we won't be.
you've lied to me,
but with you, i've been
you can't take the truth?
that's not my problem.
though they like to
act like it is.
even in this, i still
take the blame for you.
but i do not wish to anymore.
i told myself i was through helping you,
you don't deserve it anymore.
i gave you chance
and i'm still expected to 'let it go'
I'm done with you.
AliasShe sits on a ledgeAlias3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Long hair waving down
It lies to you
And says never find…
She looks from on high
Long face hanging down
It laughs at you
And says never blind…
She spits at the ground
Long legs dangling down
It lands on you
And says never kind…
She speaks to your soul
Long lies trickling down
It hangs on you
And says never mind…
Stupid CupidI shot Cupid todayStupid Cupid21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Killed him in self defense
He was pointing his arrows at me again
Those deadly poison laced arrows
The most deadly poison known to man
I killed Cupid
Shoved his own arrow through his heart
No longer will he poison anyone
No longer will poison me
He shot me with those arrows to many times
Never again would I allow him to shoot again
Cupid is dead
His arrows smashed
His wings still
I smiled as I slid that arrow
Deep into his chest
Through his heart
And I laughed
When the light left his eyes
And in death he finally understood
What it meant to die for love
antidotal anecdotessome seventeen summers agoantidotal anecdotes3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
my mother made me walk
in the sunshine
and spoke of rainbows,
tears when i fell
like the rain breaching
[pushing past the sun]
if only she knew
what it meant back then,
back when my life
it seemed so easy
my eyes were hazy
all the time
and i laid back
thinking of those
that had yet to come--
i can't remember
when i first got
but i know that
pulling out each hair,
one by one, is less painful
than the whole clump.
i'll, i'll thump you if you don't shut up
about your morals and shit,
Let me be your mother.Sit next to me childLet me be your mother.17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
let me cure the fresh wounds in your back,
and cover all of those scars
that shame you.
Rest in my lap your head,
so that I might tend to your pain,
welcome the tears that beat
at the door of your chest,
and let their rivers fold
then cascade down my knees
gathering peacefully at my feet.
Let me comb your hair
from of your face,
there! I see it,
those eyes that look for love
in the wrong places,
and a smile of silver,
beneath emerald eyes!!!
What a treasure you are
my dearest, my seeker of pain.
Rest at my side,
free yourself from the crusade
against your soul this frigid night.
Let me be a mother,
to your seeking soul.
in my nest you are welcome
till you are ready to fly once more.
Let me be your mother,
lost child to the cities,
let me gather your fragile
and broken bones,
merely covered by the thin
mantle of your pale skin,
cry my little child,
let your pain leak out and vanish.
I will lift you and carry you
Wisps of MemoryAs the days go by without word,Wisps of Memory1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stubbornly I cling to your existence.
You ARE real.
I choose not to believe otherwise.
Your gentle words and support hoover in my mind.
Terrifyingly close to being lost,
hope uses you as a lure into the light.
I cannot turn away.
I will not banish you from my heart.
I need security in my uncertain world.
I can't walk away.
Maybe I will vanish over and over,
until all memories are lost.
Maybe time will tear us apart-
or the overwhelming physical distance.
Perhaps we will be too different in person,
irreconcilable with our online personas.
Mayhaps our families will not approve our relationship.
There are so many things that can go wrong.
so much could go well.
I just need to keep in contact with you,
keep your memory alive.
No matter how many times I vanish,
you promised to be there.
I hope your words are proven true.
I really dread and half way expect betrayal.
Terrified of being used an
tell me baby, what's your story? i love you to the moontell me baby, what's your story?2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and back again, babycakes
were the words you tattooed
on the inside of my eyelids
and waking to see strands
In the search for lightYou let me see,In the search for light3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
the monsters under your bed.
you shared with me your nightmares,
and I drank the tears you shed.
But today...Today I feel,
somewhere, along the way,
many smiles got lost,
on our trip to the now.
Smile one more time,
dress with brightness your lips,
drink it from mine if you please.
My garment was and still is knitted
in the vibrations of my every emotion,
every touch, every kiss, every feeling,
a tapestry of time lived and yet to come.
A wage must be offered in exchange,
to the peace keeper,
the listener of lamentation,
to receive the balance between,
the was, is and the will be, in our lives.
Rise above your challenge,
and drink once more
from my cup of victory,
dip in it, your tinted blanket
of woes and lamentations.
Watch it emerge like white linen
on a virgin's bed,
with the greenness of spring,
and the pureness of the first winter snow.
Rise my brother...
from under the fingers of despair,
lift your face and h
My Teardrops Are RedI will cry,My Teardrops Are Red3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
My silent cries.
Slice through my skin.
To cut through.
And let my red teardrops,
Silently weep again.
All so I can hide,
The tears once in my eyes.
Then I'll put on a mask,
So no one will see.
But the teardrops will,
But the scars they left behind,
Will never go away.
They will fade,
Like memories from the past.
But will never leave,
They are apart of me.
You will wonder,
Why my teardrops are red.
I'm afraid to cry,
This is all I have left.
CrossroadsOnce I was at a crossroad,Crossroads18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Told that I had a choice.
Him or him, I cannot have both.
Both beautiful and special to me, but both so far out of reach.
I went down the middle of the crossroad,
I found myself at the crossroad again,
The road cracked lightly and the signs rusting.
To live or die, as I held my knife.
I dropped my knife, and went down to the right side, the living side.
I came to the crossroad one last time as I was a child.
The land around the roads were broken and tore,
The grass grey and stained.
The path cracked and slashed with red.
The signs scratched and unreadable at this point.
There I stand, confused and frightened to choose.
To fight or to flee,
I know is what the signs flee.
I run down the road that says flee.
Thoughts Of The Third OneFirst month seemed fineThoughts Of The Third One1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such happiness he brought for her
The love, seems eternal, I don't mind
But how much will it remain blur?
Kisses and hugs are ok, I guess
Just means the love they share
Second month's getting stronger
But it is only just and fair
It's getting a bit annoying
Having to see that every time of every day
Third month's charm is fading away
But can I endure more? How much will I pay?
I can't handle anymore of this
Four months is a limit so high
So please, I need a break
From the third-wheeling, so bye
At the fifth month, tragedy struck
Lost both a friend and the best
Just because I separated from them
Hmm... I should have guessed
I miss her, she was all I had
A person worthy to be called "friend"
Six months has passed, but do I regret?
Who knows? It doesn't matter in the end
Her SilhouetteI wish they’d stop telling meHer Silhouette3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
that they wish
they were me.
Despite all the wild imperfections of the mind and soul...
they would even overlook my shapeless frame to have my slender waist.
For what? A chance to eat that burger without regret?
The girl in the glass--
Pale this year. Not enough summer.
Browning waves that still show their gold in the sun,
tangled and thinner than the lies those lips have told.
There’s chlorine damage too,
the price paid when selling one’s soul to the pool.
They say it’s pretty.
She calls it a nest and puts it up to avoid it.
Her face is nice enough, in the right light.
Freckled and a tad angular. Usually uplifted,
Often with the slight appearance of vacancy.
She’s a twig. Not a curve to be seen.
Many scars, most without stories within recollection.
There’s an active childhood evident in those lines.
The last remnants of innocent play tattooed
in remembrance of youth.
Not lost, but in the eyes. Deep bro
I hate you.I'm shaking.I hate you.11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only God knows why.
Whimpering and trembling,
an animal left to die.
Your actions strike me,
equally as harsh as your words.
My screams can be heard
echoing for miles I am sure.
You are someone I detest,
but no matter how much I try,
my words cannot express,
how you make me want to die.
My nails claw at my palms.
My teeth chatter and scrape.
My mind is screaming and crying,
'You. You I fucking hate.'
A Fool I AmI can still feel your gaze on me,A Fool I Am18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why can't you just leave me be?
Too many times I've heard your voice,
Too many times I've been burned to my very soul.
You tricked me, played me like a fool,
Oh how could you so cruel?
I know you are sorry, I know you are regretting,
But then maybe I'm acting that you do.
How can I believe you are sorry,
When you left me when I needed your hand?
My world crumbling,
My heart aching as my world crashes to the ground.
The days I've been counting,
Since our breaking depart.
My heart has mended some cracks,
With the help of fellow friends and their tacks.
But soon I'll crumble, and the cracks will appear again,
For the fool like I am I fall for the same trick every time.
You ChangedPerhaps I don't know enough,You Changed18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I find that hard as I have known you for so long.
But your craving for attention,
Once it was just my attention that you craved for,
But now you are looking for his and everyone else's.
Why do you yern for something that isn't important at all?
What happened to the friend I met so long ago,
To the one who only cared to make people smile or laugh?
She is gone,
And all that is left,
Is a teenager who believes to be a Queen.
You are not a Queen,
Not the Queen you wished to be.
You are a drama queen.
A drama queen I wished you would stop being.
.a n g s t y p o e m.I'm sorry I can't always be.a n g s t y p o e m.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The friend you want me to be
The friend you need me to be
And it's not for lack of effort
Because I really do try
Some things are just hard for me
And sometimes I don't know what to do
It's not my fault
That we live so far apart
And I know that's harder for you
Than it is for me
But even so, I give you all I can
And I know it's not good enough
But it's my best.
And I wish you knew how much you make me smile
When you call me beautiful
How much I love to hear your voice
How much I love you and everything about you
And I will never love anything more
But you should also know
How much you make me cry
The reason my parents call me a "moody teenager" is you
(But they don't know that)
(I blame my tears on books)
My thoughts have become deadly because of you
And now I know just how much