Just RememberDon't grow cold, my dear.Just Remember1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
They don't know your soul.
Defy DefinitionIn all my life,Defy Definition3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter how long I live,
I will never understand,
The thought of man.
For man is a tricky thing,
It places labels on things,
That cannot be labeled.
It places barriers on things,
That should not have barriers.
What is the definition,
Of a thing that cannot,
How does one define,
Something no one,
From day one we are told,
How to be,
How to act.
What is expected,
Of the gender,
You are given.
A human with a penis,
Is a male.
A human with a vagina,
Is a female.
To like flowers.
To like sports.
Basic you see?
Ingrained in all.
Boys marry girls.
Girls marry boys.
Law you know.
You all are.
Cannot be defined,
By what you believe.
Boys and girls,
Do not have to,
Be locked in,
Your gender roles.
We are more,
More than boys,
And more than girls.
We are human first.
We move like water,
From boy to girl.
We hold hands,
With both boys,
solanaceaedrop d(r)ead(,)solanaceae2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a blood-stained
cherry on top;
trace my veins with your lips
and inhale the silence of our
makeshift grey world
maybe we can watch and
see if the moon would fall, dangling
like lanterns hung from rooftops
(maybe we can watch as the
sea breathes in tandem with the moon,
and we can lay our heads to rest with the thought
that there will always, always be a tomorrow
and although there will not always be an 'us'
there will always be a dawn to wake up to
and a dusk to fall asleep in.)
Dance Of DeathI dance and twirl to the tune of my heartDance Of Death15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the sky above my face
Feet slipping and sliding underneath
The movements bring calmness
Coolness washes over me
Composing a soft symphony
They say this is beauty
It is none of these things
My performance is made on a bloodied floor
This is my dance of death
Soon the sky will be above my face
Through six feet of soil
Alphabet of SadnessA is for Alex who just wants to die.Alphabet of Sadness1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
B is for Betty whose brain just got fried.
C is for Cathy who'll never grow up.
D is for Danny who just can't wake up.
E is for Eddie who was shot in the head.
F is for Freddy whose blood has been shed.
G is for Garret who was stabbed with a knife.
H is for Harry who took his own life.
I is for Issac who drank too much gin.
J is for Jack who overdosed again.
K is for Kevin who fell down a well.
L is for Lewis who was sent to Hell.
M is for Maggie whose future went poof.
N is for Ned who jumped off the roof.
O is for Ottis who drowned both his kids.
P is for Patrick who made too many bids.
Q is for Quinn who slit both his wrists.
R is for Roy who killed a man with his fists.
S is for Stan whose plane crashed in flames.
T is for Terry who drowned in his shame.
U is for Umbridge who swallowed some lye.
V is for Valerie who wrongfully lied.
W is for Wallace who got in a wreck.
X is for Xavier who snapped his neck.
Y is for Yvette who hung by the noose.
stories only keep you immortal for so longsomewhere on the other sidestories only keep you immortal for so long1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a town shaped like
a midnight cliche,
you are dying:
it has been so many months
since I last mouthed your name.
I have been dead since August, darling,
but on the sandbars of my memory
we are seventeen forever,
drunk on sloppy kisses
and spoken-word poetry,
throwing around our dreams
like they're fists
and humming the theme song to Rocky,
promising paper cranes for every knock out
and writing love letters
to the bruises of tomorrow.
we reached our meridian
on a Tuesday,
falling gently into ruin
like statues underwater,
held together with nothing
but a silence heavy as a cannonball -
and even the windstorms we weathered
would leave us only shaken,
we were far too comfortable
in the bedrock,
pressed upon each other,
praying to turn into diamonds
in the morning;
we were fossils, you and me,
the negatives in the film,
the ghosts of us b
misplaceone in themisplace21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm not even
t i m e
i and we're
that we refuse
to put our
looked so silly
and the little
indent on your
to see i look
a little silly
critique mehe counted my vertebraecritique me10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
like they were the pieces
of a paint by number,
one by one he adorned
them in burning hues
of reds and pinks
until my whole body
he let my ribs
smolder under his
delicate brush as
he sculpted my
from my dripping shoulders
down to my bruising hips--
every inch of me knew
his calloused fingertips
as he laid layer after layer of
charcoal passions &&
on this marble canvas;
"critique me" I whispered
as he etched his name
a thousand times over
into the fine lines
of my left side
trintaintrinta3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
all of the
your mind and
it's not easy,
i know, but try
not in water,
in melted star dust;
it's not easy and
i don't expect you
to get it first try,
but if you do,
you could rule the world.
memory (p)reservation inc.;
keeping you important even
after you die!
no, not by cheap
scandals or crooks,
by doing something
and impacting how
people perceive life
and death and that
little voice in their
head telling them to
pick up a glass of
water and reminding them
about the horror movie
they watched late at night;
and try again
and try again
i can't make my
own choices because
they're all bad; i
prefer to do it my
way, though, despite
all of the suffering:
i like to be wild
and free unlike half
of the world;
jealousy is a bitch i'm tired of fuckingfreckles and curly hairjealousy is a bitch i'm tired of fucking1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
lavender fairies and musicals
she was the first girl i ever met
though she was definitely not the last.
"all my friends like you and
ever since my birthday party
no one likes me anymore
they won't stop talking about
how great and pretty you are."
my cousin is all italian
stretching high above me
but shrinking from his parents
repressing his homosexual tendencies.
"my mom even likes you better
she's always hugging you and stuff."
bleach-blonde and model curls
bulimia and powder foundation
she was the first friend to ever turn
so nasty so suddenly
"aleigh keeps talking to
as if they actually
like her or something
she didn't even
care about us anymore
she was too busy making
cherry brunette and thick locks
astrology and chokers
she was probably not the
first person i've shunned
because of fear from the past.
"omg she needs to move here."
"literally everything about you is goals.
.we crawl through dust on broken.1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
we have become hopeless and say
our place is down in the dirt,
cracked and withered with the
scars of a thousand unlived dreams and
10 thousand lived nightmares,
we have lived too many lifetimes,
lost too much and loved too little
to continue, so we toil by (mindless drones)
and pray for the day we end.
(but if we started looking up and not
down, loved a bit more and cared a bit less,
we could trust in ourselves and fly)
blue blood/berry juicethese are dark hoursblue blood/berry juice3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
staring at a blackness
where i'm told
there should be
a heart, a soul,
something for the spectres
to claw at
when they come to call,
a white flag
for the leeches,
so i can make peace
chewing up the thin cord
that keeps this shambles
like frightened spiders.
and i wonder, sometimes,
if courage can be measured
because i will stand
in the face
of lashes and cuts
and the guillotine
we see as truth,
dim and stark mazes
so far away
from our homes
and civilised places,
and i won't run,
i never could, really.
yet others quail
at the mathematics
question their senses
because it's too hard
and i wonder,
do i see enough
or just more
than they do?
i don't run,
but as likely
because i'm too weak
but i shake,
under skin deeply ivory,
cold shivers that last
into burning nights
when i cry these blood tears
that no one
I miss you.I miss you.I miss you.21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I trusted you,
and you left me.
I miss you so much,
my heart is in so much pain because you are gone.
Gone like every other friend,
that you promise you weren't going to turn into.
I miss you,
I've miss you for months now.
I can't think straight,
my mind is blank.
You don't have to be my friend again,
but I want closer,
just one more call.
One more conversation.
That's all I ask Jay.
That's all I ask.
Please that's all I ask Jay,
because I miss you.
Your WordsThine words are unique,Your Words14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
From thy heart are they made.
Your words are like none other,
For from you they transpire.
More than the sparkle of a midnight star,
Your words bear much to shine to me.
Their beauty uncompared by any,
For from you they inspire.
Each word has each own's mark,
Each sentence has each own's tone,
Each poem has each own's melody,
Each heart has each own's beauty.
An rper's tearsBeing an rper is like being a salesman.You're only as good as your merchandise. Most people don't give a damn who you are, they only want the coolest thing. As soona s your stuff get’s old or boring, they’ll just move on. They don't care about you, only what you have to have to offer. You're only there to fill their request and nothing else. There are rare times where you get a loyal customers and their awesome, but their very few. Others beat you down. Bring me my shit, why haven't you shipped it yet, where is it. Even though you're only reading it, you know that they want their item now.An rper's tears1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waking up with notes begging for a reply and nothing else. People who you only see once and then they disappear. When they don;t like your style they just leave you alone. I once heard that rpers have the toughest job on Da, trying to please people who only want to use you for sexual fantasies and run off. I’m starting to see it.
I will admit i’m not the best and I should try
SuicideHappiness at the growth of a child inside,Suicide4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will change to the thought of Suicide.
How do you ask?
I am up to the task.
My life decends.
A beautiful baby is born,
The death of the mother they warn.
12 days later I wake,
No memory, a darkened lake.
The body is broken never to be the same,
This mind is going insane.
A sleep obsession.
My Health degrades with added pain,
A Child, she will gain.
Looking down at her own wrist,
The mother with a razor in her fist.
Metal clanks to the floor,
Overcomes death once more.
PoemsIt's basically the only thing I love for,Poems2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The only thing I strive for,
The only thing with a meaning,
Once I start I can't stop,
The constant need to write words,
Get the flow to run,
Call me names I would believe,
But once something is on my mind,
I need to write,
It's like carving scars,
A permanent piece of evidence,
That I do feel something,
Maybe this is the only reason,
I am alive today,
Maybe I only exist to write,
And what do these poems mean,
I have not a clue,
I just know I need to write them,
The urge is so overpowering,
Sometimes I blank when I write,
Like my eyes are focuses on blank space,
And my fingers type words with my knowledge,
I don't know what's happening,
I'm blacking out again,
I'm just a poet,
With stories to tell.
Internet Hugsam I theInternet Hugs3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the arms
it's as if I was wanted.
and that, let me tell you, is the greatest feeling in the world.
.maybe someday i will master the art of.1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
pouring my soul onto the page in the form of
but for now, i am clueless as to
how to express the empty hole in me where
anger and hatred should be, and
for now i am clueless as to how to
express these things i've never felt
before (like love, and trust, and
and for now i still have no way of
apologising without saying "i'm sorry" or
promising without saying "i promise"
(i suppose i am still just a lonely little
girl who never learned how to live)
A magicians battle with life You claim that I’m an illusionist;A magicians battle with life2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
creating my own imaginary world.
Folding my mind into a cup,
in which a pour my kneaded thoughts.
You claim that I don’t adjust
but create my own kind of truth.
While I catch the paper birds
flying through the sky.
You claim that I’m delusional;
Grasping for non-existent concepts.
Chasing impossible dreams.
Gasping at the mere impossible.
What you do not know is that I am perfectly aware,
but I’d rather create my own idea of truth,
than mindlessly following yours
and creating a foundation for the numbly depressed.
rhodes geareide Idark rock lickrhodes geareide I21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
columns stretching into the skies
steps rounding the perimeter
to scale built I this edifice
of charred brick and stone
to pierce the heavens
violet shaded tongues touch the limits
of my hands
my face and torso
we are blinded by the breakers
throw the switch
our wires crossed
in dim attics
we burn alive
built this stone of charred skin and bones
remains to lick
scented air of juniper
lick the strange man
lick the hand that kills
the eye that fed hunger
that rode the dark road
into damnation lick
TerribleI keep asking questions I shouldn’t beTerrible5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It makes you mad then you don’t talk to me
I have so many questions that I ask
But answering them seems too big a task
I will keep my feelings tucked away
In hopes that you will stay
I don’t mean for this to be like this
I want our lives to be complete bliss
You are so far away from me
That I don’t know where I should be
My life would be worse
But thankfully I met you first
So forgive me for everything
I must be such a terrible being
I promise to watch what I say
Because I don’t want you to go away
Book of Poems~ Imagination Her hands where shaking as she wrote with care.Book of Poems~ Imagination 2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The very thought what she had witnessed in the other room,
with one simple touch the ink fell to its side revealing what it kept for so long.
It was like a moving picture
showing what was once something.
Somewhere out there laid a skull, with its own story to be told.
But lets keep that secret.
It laid in the summer heat surrounded by the long green grass.
The sunshine shone with its warming promises ,
Its gentle raise was what kept the spirits high.
but just when it was going to be okay, the door shut
showing all but black.
She held her breathe for she had no ideas what she saw was all
but her imagination.
cintilly your words were hard to work with xD sorry not sorry that it's bad
'Did Love Win?You say we are wrong?'Did Love Win?2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fighting for our belief
But what did you do?
Fighting for you 'love'
Is what we do so wrong?
It is what you were doing for so long
What we do is the same, just for a different cause.
But deep withing the causes are both for love
So why do you go against us for speaking our mind,
after you have already won?
Are we not allowed to give a though from our mind,
that we lost the downhill fight?
Are we not two allowed to feel that the world,
is now spiraling out of control
Even though you 'Love has Won' does it
feel like victory through the tears others face
of when you say, we go against you, when you