Bullied On Our Friendly Website DABullied On Our Friendly Website DA2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was once a two authors on a website that wanted to let their opinion out.
But a famous author set to put them out.
She took the flame of these little author’s hearts making them burn from blue to red.
And here’s what she said,
“Your little fire shall be extinguished because I want you to get the Fuck Out!”
The tiny authors wept and cried.
Wondering was it because they picked a side.
Maybe if they had gone with the flow of everyone else
they wouldn't have suffered being a different self?
The small male author thought it was too much to handle and left.
But the dainty female author stayed behind. However
The light within her grew dimmer and dimmer.
And its glow became barely a shimmer.
Her originality became to be like everything else she owned: plastic.
She wasn't real anymore; just another author following the trends.
All hope was lost.
No one to come save her.
Sadness reigned within her,
making her shallow and pale as Frost.
V o i c e sV o i c e s2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
These whispers in my head,
trying to push me to the end.
All I want is to go home,
but then I remember,
I've always been alone.
bound in retrospectpart i.bound in retrospect3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
about wreckage and dreaming,
about nights wept weary,
and how city limits
compress to claim you
when you run.
away early mo(u)rning
and choosing dark over light;
how eventually i stopped
wishing upon stars
what’s the point.
there is no true way
for someone this self-conscious
to let loose streams of
but i'm trying.
you are an immersion
racing down my spine,
along vertebrae as if
they belong to you
but they shouldn’t,
you are long-limbed eyelashes,
a study in faux-reluctance.
you are a cage
i never could penetrate
although you never had much trouble
ignoring my reluctance;
penetration became a game
i never won.
this was never a love story,
but add enough adjective
and i guess it can be
whatever you want it to be.
warped to your ideal,
turn me to my better angle
and hide the flaws;
hide the fa
PianoAt night someone plays the piano in my living roomPiano1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
The song is mournful
And I hate it, the feelings it wakes in me
A stirring hunger
I find myself yearning for something
Nameless, resonating, the music echoes through
The house, like a warm memory
Clinging to the empty hallways
There's a void inside my chest
Resembling the hands
Of another soul
there's mildew on the grass.i count my ribs as i count the pills,there's mildew on the grass.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
one bone per bottle.
i counted your phone calls as i counted the stars
in a cloudy morning sky.
i was dying, and you were too scared to care.
track two1. when you write a bunch of poems about kissingtrack two3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
a girl who giggles a lot and tells you she loves you,
it’s hard to find the right words to describe how
gently her boyfriend holds her when the sun goes down.
2. i don’t know how to convince you
that i’m the right choice, that i’m the right fit,
that i’m the end game and the curtain-closure,
when i don’t even know how to convince
you that i am not a drunken mistake.
3. this is for all the girls who are in love with
a girl who doesn’t know what she wants or knows
what she wants and doesn’t want you anywhere
but at the back of her closet—
4. congratulations, it took me
years to become proud of who i am and only
a day of no eye contact to make me feel
worthless. i wish you wouldn’t regret me but
i know you’ve spent your whole life hearing
that your closet is a castle and prince charming
is coming to rescue you
5. if i were a boy and i wrote this poem,
then i would hate how bi
in these bonesi. a coward's choicein these bones2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
an eternity of cowardice and curses and forgetting
how to feel. almost a century ago (all pass
by in the bat of an eyelid) i became
a corpse and it's not
pretty it's not nice it's not
know that it was to help me survive,
'cause we were a battlefield, blood-stained.
but these days, i am damned. these days
i am ashamed i was never
a fighter, i knew only murder and i murdered
my own heart so no one would ever
be able to hurt me.
still moving my lips in a rhythm not there,
ii. learning how to breathe
and i lived five hundred lifes without
opening my eyes. there is a comfort in darkness.
modern age, conquered;
i cannot let
these planes trick me into believing in stars
i was born dreaming skywards) -
but i sing a song i don't know and i still
don't speak to cassiopeia, knowing
andromeda's anger in my bones.
and i fought in silence and i fought
with weapons dreamt of
and i breathe.
this cage is empty but i didn'
D w e l lD w e l l1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ringing of the bells,
& a ticket to hell.
I'd wish you well,
but you've already become an empty shell.
adrift baby teethin the dandelions of wild nothingadrift baby teeth21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
you will find the cradles
robbed of short-lived beauty
in the craters of fields
where the heathens heave
and steal the petals
of lithe flowers.
and like those baby teeth
in the pastures of untamed naught;
found, those petals are not.
She's Just as CapableShe killed him with a smile that burned.She's Just as Capable2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
His neck was red with scorch marks,
though some people defined them as hickeys.
When he came back around the cool air bit at him,
it dissected him, poked at his naked skin.
He had trouble dispelling the drugs that cursed through his system.
She sat there, bra intact, though panties thrown
somewhere along the floor, or mixed in the sheets.
“It was fun” she smirked, though she looked displeased.
“Don't tell anyone,” she whispered with a smirk,
tracing her fiery fingers on his back,
leaving a trail of black soot.
The drugs wore off slowly,and he was coming back.
If she continued to touch him,
he could maybe twist her neck.
It was self defense, was it not?
But what would he say to the authorities?
Would he even be believed by the cops?
He ran out, faster then his legs could carry him,
she was his teacher, he was only sixteen.
He had to tell the cops, but would they even believe him?
His clothes were tattered and hardly
RisingShe was a little too quiet,Rising16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes a bit too shy.
Always knew she was different,
but feared the consequences that'd come.
She always tried to hide it,
desperately trying to fit in,
behind the girly clothes and makeup
there was another person dying to live
One day she had enough,
it was a brave step to take
HE realized he was different
and gladly embraced the change
He's still loved and cherished,
our dear handsome one is still the same
but he's stronger and brighter,
shining like a sun in the rain.
The fight might be bitter but he'll win,
because he's a warrior within.
Not the type to lose I tell ya,
He'll always have the last claim.
He's happy and it matters
no longer hiding the truth.
Our dearest loved one,
You're the man a lot wish to be.
They Don't SeeThey don't see me as I cry at night.They Don't See1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
They don't see me as I try to fight.
They don't see me as I suffer pain.
They don't see as scars are all I gain.
They don't see as I wish to die.
They don't see as I hopelessly sigh.
They don't see as I force out a smile.
They don't see how every day is a trial.
They don't see as I lie and say everything's fine.
They don't see that hurt is all that's mine.
They don't see the knife that trails my skin.
They don't see how it marks me over again.
They don't see me lie on the floor as I bleed.
They don't see as I believe this is all that I need.
They don't see; why should they since they don't care?
They don't see as I realize life will never be fair.
A Smilea smileA Smile2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
that is all i can give
to them, along with
my caring heart -
i know that it is
just enough for
them to cling to,
as it eases
the weight in those
creases and lines
that not only time
has edged upon
their faces -
pain is their constant
companion, but once
every few moments
it can be chased away
by something simple:
i'll buy the cigarettes if you'll smoke with me.i buy my shirts becuase i like themi'll buy the cigarettes if you'll smoke with me.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
better than the others in the store,
but i still like yours more than mine;
i'd surrender all the sweaters and buttons,
because you've become my new aesthetic.
this mattress is old,
older now than it was with you,
and i remember how the springs traced each of my vertebrae back then,
through the cottony layers...like how your collarbones traced my shoulder through the thin layer of your silk skin.
i never picked the book up,
the one you knocked onto the floor;
i feel bad for shelly, becuase he's collecting dust
(like my soul).
i never know if i should refer to my time with you
as time that's past,
because i know we're not in love together anymore,
but i'm still in love with you.
dear Grace.dear Grace,dear Grace.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
would you mind if i kill you?
do you still shiver at the pain of wounds-
would you be happy if i tell you
that you convinced world
in your dark
staring at your eyes:
i can see a nous blinded
and in tight embrace of madness.
would you mind if i destroy you?
i can find, behind machine, sincere heart
that i used to call home-
the very own door are closed, arrogance has the throne
but never stop hoping, i will catch you somehow-
take me home, say something
allow me to write my final words
in all conscience
on your grey soul
i can find, behind machine, sincere heart
that i used to call home-
the very own door are closed, arrogance has the throne
but never stop hoping, i will catch you somehow
or i won't?
ten minutes to eightIt's seven forty five, so I'd like to begin.ten minutes to eight1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cringe when I forget to bring my journal and pen,
during the small times I find myself at a bus station.
The rare times I sit on the cold, concrete seat,
be the weather rain, snow, sun or sleet,
I see the lives of all those who I encounter.
And what a pleasure it would be
to write what I see onto the pages, with my pen, who's without me.
I could write about how many times he's been to rehab,
by the smell of his clothes. Or how many men she's slept with
by the state of her clothes. If you could call them that.
Or I could write about a plate of divorce with a side dish of cheating,
and how three women showed up to his house that evening.
Or how they're both “lovers” stupidly running away,
and how the cops nearly located them the other day.
I would love to jot down the bit about the anti-gay,
who never disappoints me, who's always shoving bible passages my way.
Or how the Catholic clashes with the protestant about her belief
FrecklesBrave woman, let me cool your fire,Freckles2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
the one that resides in your chest.
Let your hair down and crack a smile
And I know you can do it;
because once you knew happiness
but now it's spent on
whiskey and broken hearts
at the counter, that place
right before the sharp turn left
Behind every one of your freckles
lies a story.
(Or a death).
F e a rF e a r2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
All through the hall your voice echoes,
a symphony of screams to my ears,
tell me, what is it do you fear?
Ve i l e dYou shouldn't let your soul dwell,Ve i l e d1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
promises have fell,
& those secrets?
I'll never tell.
WrecklingOh, wreckling, you with the blackened lungsWreckling17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mangled, stretched thin, porous
The blood you cough up should be black
But is bright red yet
The knocking on the door, dreary tunes behind
Seabound, dream-infested, waterline
Moon still shines silver through clouds
But it could be gold
Oh, wreckling, you missed your time to shine
Broken windows, concrete, rebar
Vomit tangled wires and burnt umber bricks
That could be applause
Thunderbrain misfires, elegant explosions
Stilted, hard plastic, gnawing
Ink flows from heart to fingers, makes no sense
But what ever did?
i think the clouds are dancing.i'm burning and you're so cold.i think the clouds are dancing.23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i know that you can't save me but, darling, just wrap me in your arms
and hold me while i turn to ash;
keep me until the wind carries me away...
maybe one day you'll breath me in again
we are not titans but-we are the echoes of Giants, living in footprints ofwe are not titans but-2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Goliaths, huddling in storm-shelter bays while Tornadoes
roar and Oceans spin and in all the chaos of Life, in the midst of
Atlas letting the earth roll off his spine and the Sky caving in like a fissuring
porcelain bowl, my eyes still find yours and life doesn’t seem so bad after all.
TrappedIt's darkTrapped2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I cannot see
And I can't get free
They are bound
With metal cuffs to the wall
I hurt from the fall
At the nape of my neck
As he gently pecks
As he leaves the ground
I can't stand the sound
I am blinded by light
For me not to fight
Star Light, Star BrightStar light, star bright,Star Light, Star Bright5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Giving off the heaven's light,
I wish I may, I wish I might
Make it through another night.
I no longer wish to fight
For anything I think is right.
Star way up in the sky,
Teach me so that I may fly,
Fly with you way up high.
For far too long I did try.
I say that I don't want to die
But deep down I know it's a lie.
Star, I see you floating free.
Look down on my misery.
I know that from there you see.
Show me how I'm supposed to be.
Trapped in darkness I cannot see
How to be a better me.