Feel like shit? Read this. Hey you.Feel like shit? Read this. 3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah you, reading this right now at this very moment.
You are awesome. No, really, you are.
You may not believe me, but it's true. You don't see it because you're upset right now.
Whatever you're going through right now, whatever has upset you or turned your life upside down, just know that it won't last forever. Nothing good lasts forever, that's true, but nothing bad lasts forever too.
Eventually whatever you're going through will pass, you'll move on through healing over time, and you'll be able to be happy again someday, don't worry. As long as you don't give up. You may never completely get over it, or it may take years or more to move on from, but I can promise as time goes on the pain will become less and less.
It may feel like no one gives a fuck about you, and you may want to give up on living, but please don't. I can promise atleast one person out there gives a fuck. And if no one does, then I do.
If you have no friends, I ca
what to say when you can't say i love you anymoreyour eyes were always soft, even whenwhat to say when you can't say i love you anymore2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
your voice went hard. for a while,
i treated you like a god and i’m
not saying that i worshipped you,
but i let you hold my hands
and i told you all the sins i carried
in their grooves.
i have since been told that they were never
your burden to bear,
but that doesn’t stop me from aching for you
every time i catch myself thinking
about how it would feel to kiss the girl
two doors down. it’s been a while
since i’ve confessed and i’m not sure
i remember how. the thing is,
i don’t feel that guilty anymore.
the thing is, holding hands is only
ten fingers away from letting go
and we got so good at toeing the line of the cliff
that when you finally jumped, i forgot
i was supposed to follow.
i swear i thought i could keep you floating.
i swear i didn’t mean to let the water
into your mouth. sometimes i wish
i could kiss you dry again but i know
that’s not how this thing works, that’s
not the way
A Pick-a-Mix of PersonalityI am not poetical.A Pick-a-Mix of Personality1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am hypothetical
An organic contradiction
Manufactured by nature,
A slave to the lowly
A crown of thorns
To the holy.
I am a problematic solution
To the introduction’s conclusion;
A soft contusion,
A welcome intrusion,
A truthful illusion,
In clear confusion.
I am the darkness of light,
The gentleness of a fight,
The blindness of sight,
The sureness of might
And the wrongness of right.
I am the danger of security,
The uncertainty of surety,
The end of infinity;
I am humanity.
Jokes On Me“That's so gay”,Jokes On Me1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you say it like it's a
“Do those two girls
like each other?”
It's clear that to you,
“Did you see that man?
He's wearing makeup,
do you think he's gay?”
I never thought of it
never thought it was an
insult to be gay.
But my lips,
they won't protest.
continues to persist.
And what's worse
of all, is that I laugh,
so I can fit in.
You guys are my friends,
so I tell myself you
I tell myself that I'm not gay,
that I should just
laugh my confusion away.
Though a part of me wonders,
deep down within,
that if I were actually...gay
would you guys still be my friends?
Your jokes are just jokes,
but they must speak some truth.
If I were to come out,
would I still be the same to you?
And even as I stand here
questioning my sexuality,
I laugh despite
the fact that
And the more and more
you joke about it.
The more I try to
how to write better poetry.i.how to write better poetry.1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
drink down the words
of the greats in a wine glass.
hell, drink down the words
of teenagers struggling
to straighten out the
gas and brake pedals
of their pens.
drink it all,
carefully structured stanzas
and sloppy melting words
make time for it
even if it's midnight
and all the world is humming
its sleep song.
dig up your soul
and shake down the dirt
over and over
until it becomes habit.
(and I know that might
sound like a pretty metaphor,
but it's easier said than done.)
do it when it hurts.
do it when that one person
you never thought you'd lose
leaves you nightcrawling.
do it when you're so tired
you speak in natural riddles,
do it mentally at morning coffee
and grocery checkouts.
force it until it feels
after all, no one is born a poet;
we carve ourselves fresh,
make art from our own
find a springtime kid
with the kind of smile
that causes shipwrecks.
he will warn you to stay away,
but you will
Just RememberDon't grow cold, my dear.Just Remember5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
They don't know your soul.
disgustingit's fine, it's fine,disgusting1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm fine, i'm okay.
you say this
with a shaky
of the fallen
but still alive
but not wild
your grey-green eyes
in the leavings
of past petals.
but the root
of your fuse
is still intact
and you have not
lost your dynamite yet.
your heart is still
here and it's scary,
i know, but i also know
that it's not fine
and you're not okay,
but i love you anyway.
and i can't promise
that this will always
be this way,
but today i do.
tonight i do.
tomorrow i will.
and if whatever
i will always love you.
because it is a verb.
frayed edges (indecision)background; i mean, back down,frayed edges (indecision)1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
i mean — breakdown
into irregular pieces
i can grasp,
i mean, i think,
i want fires,
drink 'til you cry — smoke 'til you're
dry and burning;
flaming out like flares
in the dawn
i'm torn by polarity,
terminal savageries gild cages
and i break
back to ground
and the days of schisms
cured inverse and salt-
eternity catching up
and always clutching me into chasms,
shards of gasping glass
i mean, i think,
i want ice,
expanding splinters in the skin and
cracking in the sun;
shudders in the shame,
isolation creeping up
Her address is somewhere between lost and farawayshe was born in a dark room during a February sunsetHer address is somewhere between lost and faraway2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
so she called the night her hometown. and the
anthem of her bones was glass chiming, the clatter
of plates, quiet meal times spent wishing to sink through
the floor. and the evenings drove her home, to
Mother Moon’s wide-stretched moonbeam arms,
to her sisters sparkling like champagne fizz kisses,
and the mornings drove her to distant lands, desert
skies and sand-scorched tarmac mirages of oasis
palm-tree-pretty boys. she daydreamed about falling into
rainclouds’ bellies, of being cried out as a March drizzle,
of flooding the worn, beat-up bends of her little city’s highway.
she spent the days half-asleep and the nights half-awake,
watching her sisters blink silently back at her, and she would
smile even though she knew that if they died, she wouldn’t
realise for millenniums, and that was a blessing, she thought,
that was a blessing.
Unfinished storyMy story can no longer have a happy ending,Unfinished story1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
the last chapter and every second page has been ripped out of the book.
It makes no sense anymore,it´s unreadable, the content just doesn´t connect.
Although you were the main character in it,
you are now only written in the third person and past tense.
The plot has gone stale and the risk of repeating things that have already happened is great.
That´s what happens when the hero in the book dies before his time.
For the characters left behind their part is still actual but
somehow their world stops and they are left in limbo.
Sad, so many stories left unfinished......
Written by Suzanne Karbach
25th June 2015
ephemerali could tell you it's going to be hard.ephemeral1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
i could tell you life is a roller-coaster
of heaven highs and lows that drag
you all the way to the core
of the earth
and then finds a way to somehow pull you
all the way
so it can break you all over again.
i could tell you he's going to love you-
i could tell you to stop worrying about
that first kiss you're not gonna get until
because honestly kissing's going to suck
until you meet him
and maybe even for a little bit after
until you guys get it
i could tell you to stop being such a bitch
to that chubby girl in your class
because one day after you move in the middle
of fourth grade you'll be bullied in fifth grade
and then as some sort of fucked up defense mechanism
you'll drop a metal seat belt on a little girl's head
just so they stop thinking you're weak.
i could tell you how it'll feel-
how one morning you'll wake up
in regret over every mean thing
you've ever said and i swear to g
.my body is a desert drought,.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
your eyes are two saltwater seas
wide awakethere are some nightswide awake3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the shadows of the evening
settle upon my shoulders
like disregarded wings
and sleep finds me teetering
on the edge of my bed
in a stone cold stupor
as I run my fingers
along my ribs like a
convict rattling their cell door
in a desperate attempt
at grabbing someone’s attention;
and yet here I am sitting
cold and alone
surrounded by dead satellites
and listening to the static silence
of an empty room
as I try to compact the
thoughts that rush through
my weary mind into
a pill that I might
actually be able to swallow.
the story of you.august 8th.the story of you.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
do you remember those youthful summer days? the ones we'd spend side-by-side
doing nothing but gazing into the far off galaxies we called eyes,
the crickets chirping in the background and the gentle glow
of the dying sunshine as it tenderly kissed your lips
i go back to those chilly midnights. the ones where we'd lay together like two thieves
bravely protecting our fort of fabric mountains from the horde of winter's chill,
the pure snow slowly sinking onto laden window sills and the merry crackle
of yuletide's embers as they danced in celebration of a new beginning
do you recall those peaceful afternoons? the ones where we'd stroll leisurely about
quiet yet content to breathe in the sweet new scent of love's fresh blooms,
the trees giggling in excited whispers and the laughing echoes
of growing children as they scampered across the grass
i hold dear those stormy mornings. the ones we'd watch thunderously rumble on by
caught between a rock and a hard placesometimes i just feel socaught between a rock and a hard place2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
small and insignificant that
eris herself could plunge a
knife through my heart and i
would hardly even notice.
time does not heal all
wounds because if it did
then by now the constant
and cancerous eclipse that
hides under my skin would
have faded away long ago
and if i am being completely
honest, i would flay myself
and destroy it with my own
bare hands if i wasn't so
fucking afraid of everything.
this war is far from over.
the ghouls are winning again and
i'm not sure if my dragons
or my wolves can keep on
fighting for very much longer.
so please; please, don't
leave me alone to the thoughts
that have a mind of their own as
they whisper and hiss like angry
serpents and make even the sweetest
of chocolates taste like rotten,
vile blood and force me to keep
my eyes open even on the darkest
of nights because i am tired,
i am oh-so-tired and i just want
to crawl beneath my bed and stay
there forever so that nothing else will
make me feel like i am no longer myse
my poetry will save no onesparks from your heartmy poetry will save no one3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
engulfing your mind
and you mistake them
because galaxy prints and
moonlit blogging is
easier to deal with than
a mind being consumed by the flames
you repost pictures with palmed pills
"going to wonderland"
and you revel in black and white photography
because you forget that there is a world
hidden amongst the grays
you think that your
depression can be solved with
a few hundred reblogs from your followers
and that empty attention and
sweet notes can heal you
you believe that someone will kiss the
scars on your arms and tell you that
your sadness is beautiful
and that they will be the angels in your dark mind
and will make things okay again
but love is not something to be utilized
for the purpose of fixing yourself
people don't deserve to be used that way
besides, you can't be in a relationship with anyone
when you are already married to your own tragedy
suicide is more than tumblr quotes
and "don't kill yourself if you read this"
and the ravens criedI locked my hopes and dreamsand the ravens cried1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
in boxes so they would be
but they collected dust
from broken promises and
lived a li(f)e hardly
(the raven cried sapphire
stones into sickly yellow
roses and the artist called
Dance Of DeathI dance and twirl to the tune of my heartDance Of Death4 days 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
Defy DefinitionIn all my life,Defy Definition1 week 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,
i promise it wasn't youone:i promise it wasn't you1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
that boy taught me that girls who speak up
are not fit for loving.
that bastard taught me that girls who say no
are not fit for loving;
it was my voice or my heart,
and i chose love.
isn't that the greatest thing?)
when the pain weighted my
body to the floor,
when the carpet covered me with dust
and claimed my bones,
my friends called me lazy.
"where are your wounds?"
i cupped my glued-up heart in my hands.
they rolled their eyes
and turned away,
asked me why i'd turn myself
into some craft project
for a hopeless, wandering boy
and night after night i cried
"i don't know, i don't know,
i don't know."
when the hurt made food
stick like paper maché
in the back of my throat,
they called me sick-
when i bent
"i can see your bones,
oh god how i'd like to stick my fingers inside you
and split you down your middle,
right in fucking two."
the sorrow settled in for good.
it was a little like drowning-
they told me,
"well, i knew someone else who
stories only keep you immortal for so longsomewhere on the other sidestories only keep you immortal for so long5 days 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 landed punch
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 u
Ten Things Aphrodite Taught MeI.Ten Things Aphrodite Taught Me1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Loving yourself is the top priority;
Never should you love another
More than you love yourself.
But that does not mean you
Cannot love at all. Love others
Even when you cannot see why
They love you and just keep on
Loving until the day you do.
Love comes in so many different
Ways that you don't have to fear
Because Aphrodite does not care
If it is for a mother, a best friend,
A lover - it is love. Never let anyone
Tell you that your love is not true.
Loving someone is so beautiful and
People will hate who you want to love
But Aphrodite said to fuck them because
Love is universal and there is a meaning,
A word for it in every language.
Make love as you want it to be, there is no
Manual, no instruction book on how to love
So if how you love is with hand-holding instead
Of kisses, don't let anyone say that you are
Loving wrong because there are many ways to
Love and, yes, there are words for that, too.
Your love doesn't have