HeavenThe earth is more lonely without you.Heaven6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
This place is colder without your warm hugs.
The house is quite without your laugh.
Heaven now has more company.
Heaven is now warmer.
Heaven is now filled with your laugh.
Its HardIts hard,Its Hard17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Plastering a smile on my face.
Pretending it doesn't matter.
Its too much,
Hiding my fears.
Reaching out because I'm not strong enough.
I can only tell myself,
To keep it a secret and bottle it up,
Until I can't take it,
And that bottle explodes.
Not that I'll do anything about it,
I'll just tell everyone to run,
When I'm about to burst,
Don't tell me its okay.
I won't believe you.
Tell me that when,
I get out of this tunnel.
Its like solving a trick question.
It'll never happen.
But I hide my struggle,
And cage myself in myself.
I kick myself a lot,
In the form of my sharp edged thoughts.
It hurts a lot,
But it distracts me from the void within me.
The lies I say,
Choke me on their way out.
The 'I'm fine's,
I do this to avoid,
Maybe it'll be better,
Screaming in your face,
Would do wonders for the both of us.
The OutcastsEchad.The Outcasts18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Young teenage girl with red hair,
Red as phoenix feathers,
Nails as black as night,
Personality cold as popsicles,
Insulting more than homework completing,
“The ghosts hate your singing.”
Young teenage girl with dirty blonde hair,
Costumes worn sewn by hand,
Random as the stars,
Bubbly as pop candy,
Personality split as a wishbone,
Comedy and Tragedy masks,
Smiling second one, crying second two then,
“Oh my gosh! Ceil is so cute!”
Young teenage girl with dark chocolate hair,
Glasses face-framed as a diploma,
Smiling always bright as snow,
Temper mostly controlled as a campfire,
My best friend,
Lending a support beam,
“It’s ok, you’ll do better next time.”
I am of them, though, together
We are a wide breed.
Misfits, outcasts, mismatched,
Unfitting puzzle pieces,
Except when with each other
Arguing the same fight with different words,
You don’t know me is a common theme
The Meanest Thing I Ever Said"I hate you."The Meanest Thing I Ever Said5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
She stood there staring at me like a wounded animal,
we both knew why.
That was the first time I'd ever said it.
I hate you.
It was like a cuss word in our house,
something you just didn't say.
As she closed the door she said,
“I'll give you some time.”
What I was supposed to do in that time
I never did find out.
But what I felt
I wasn't her doe-eyed little girl anymore
who just threw temper tantrums and whined.
I had gotten angry and vengeful,
said something I knew would hurt.
I was growing up and into all the emotions a person has,
even the bad ones.
I felt guilty for that too.
I had lost an innocence
that I wouldn’t be able to recover.
We moved on,
forgive and forget
as all mothers and daughters must do.
But something had changed.
We now knew I could hurt with my words
and I being new at this ability,
knew I’d probably do it again.
Daughter, Friend...Both?She speaks to me with a free voiceDaughter, Friend...Both?5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not troubled by the thought of who she’s speaking to.
I hear of worries, lost dreams, and fears,
But also of joys, accomplishments, and hopes.
We talk, uninhibited by our position in each other’s lives.
I am a confidant, a friend.
But then, all it takes is a single
An, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be telling you this.”
And I’m back to a daughter.
Neither is an infraction alone;
A friend, a daughter.
But what of both?
My 17 year old mind
At the time
But never commented.
We needed each other;
There was no one else.
We still talk like we did back then.
But no guilt this time.
I am her friend,
Her older daughter now.
I am both.
Differing Opinions on the Definition of Disaster“Your room looks like a disaster zone! How can you live in this?!”Differing Opinions on the Definition of Disaster5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t know the deep seeded psychological reasons
as to why I can function in a cluttered room,
but her question always hints at the conclusion
that there is no answer for it.
How can there be when she herself can’t function
if the kitchen has a pile of unsightly dishes in the sink.
I can only imagine the horror show of what she sees in my room
compared to what my room really looks like.
To me at least.
I see a normal teenage pile of clothes on a desk chair,
somewhat spilling over onto the floor.
A cluttered dresser-top adorned with too many knick knacks
that I couldn’t find a home for anywhere else.
A pile of mail, some opened, some not
and probably never would be.
And lastly, a somewhat disheveled bed with me on it,
computer on my lap staring at the look on her face that reads
someone died or she suspected something died under the pile of spilt clothes.
Nothing was ever fou
EmptyI don't feel much,Empty18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I often feel alone.
I can't feel much,
But I feel empty.
Among the void of myself,
A thought floats around.
Screaming that I don't want this,
That I hate not being able to feel.
Every time I see two people,
Who are in love,
Its like a slap in the face.
Because I know I'll never be able to feel that emotion.
Its like a tin on a shelf,
That's just too high for me.
It taunts me,
Knowing that its just out of my reach and its impossible to obtain.
I know you see this smile,
I have you fooled- and I'm glad.
You don't need to worry,
I'm not worth that.
But it doesn't mean,
That I'm not tired of hiding,
Of wearing a mask,
To hide the nothingness inside me.
I can't even remember the last time I was happy,
It seems like it was centuries ago.
Like decades since I felt,
Emotions in general.
Just look through the eyes of this mask,
And you'll see that I'm scared.
Of being alone,
To my thoughts and self hate.
I know its what I deserve,
But I have a right to be scared of