Fallen AngelFallen Angel11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
My tender flesh removed
My shattered wings released
My inner light unsheathed… escapes.
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Remember the Angel?Remember the Angel?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Remember the angel that wiped your tears and made you brightly smile?
You always told her to let you be; you were always in denial.
Remember the angel that sang you to sleep and played with your hair?
You never cared to have her near you, though that smile was still there
Remember the angel that waited for you, the one who waited countless hours?
You never seemed to even notice, I guess that was your power
Remember the angel that saved your life, risking also her own?
You ran away and left her there, you left her there alone
Remember the angel that fell from heaven, only to be with you?
You marked her with your sin and made her feel brand new
Remember the angel with crystal eyes and long white hair let down?
You see how she feels alone; do you see that awful frown?
Remember the angel, please remember her now, can't you feel her love?
All of that was only for you , sent from above
Remember the angel, don't you remember the angel,
Creepypasta ABC'sA is for Abby, who has a creepy stalkerCreepypasta ABC's1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
B is for BEN, he drowned in some water
C is for Cupcakes, which you'll just die to eat
D is for Dating Game, beware of who you'll meet
E is for Eyeless Jack, he wants to slash you open
F is for Funnymouth, who'll leave your jaw broken
G is for Guardian Angel, he's always with you
H is for Humans, and they can lick too
I is for Ickbarr Bigelsteine, your teeth he will keep
J is for Jeff the Killer, who tells you to go to sleep
K is for Killswitch, a game impossible to find
L is for Lavender Town, the music messes with your mind
M is for Misfortune, a hidden game within a game
N is for No End House, which lives up to its name
O is for On the Bus, you'll be riding forever
P is for Penpal, they can be oh so clever
Q is for Quiet Room, a film with a cursed TV spot
R is for Russian Sleep Experiment, more sinister than we thought
S is for Slender Man, wearing a black suit and tie
T is for Trust, who shall live, and who shall die?
U is for Unbranded Lapto
RainRain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
SuicideMom I love youSuicide11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't blame it on yourself
Dad forgive me
I couldn't ask for help
Sis don't hate me
For leaving you alone
Take my picture
Off the table by the phone
It never belonged there anyway
This happy family was broken
Long before I left it anyway
I don't expect you to understand
Just why it was that I couldn't stay
I know you can't hear me
But I'm writing this for you
It is my last punk song
Telling you my life is through
It's okay to hate me
Just don't miss me when I'm gone
Cuz I don't deserve it
When I have done so much wrong
I never belonged here anyway
This happy family was broken
Long before I left it anyway
I don't expect you to understand
Just why it was that I couldn't stay
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
EmoEmoEmo7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
*are not crybabies
*do not always wear black
*can be VERY nice people
*do not always cut themselves
*are not always depressed
*can be happy too
*are normal people just like you!
*EMO is just a label for emotional people!
that tend to fall in love easly and cry
Goth"Don't act goth" you yell at me.Goth11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"That's not the way you want to be"
But what if it is I think I like it.
I don't care even if you hate it.
I am who I am and I always will be.
I like the way I am. Why can't you see?
You think yellin will make it go away?
That only makes me want it to stay.
You think I am wrong and you are right.
You want me to change, to "see the light"
I will not do that I will not change.
My life is mine, not yours to rearange.
I love the dark and hate the light.
I don't care if it's wrong or right.
I hope one day that you will see
this isn't a phase. I'm being me.
You can hate me I really don't mind.
Just remember it isn't very kind.
You want me out of your life. Done.
But remember you are doing this, you are the one
who tried to change my life and me.
Tried to turn me into something I didn't want to be.
One day you'll look back and finally know
this was teh way I had to go.
The Stepmother's TaleI found a man in my garden bed,The Stepmother's Tale4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Picking herbs for his wife, he said,
For she was hungry and heavy with child.
"For greens, your daughter is mine," I smiled.
So after the birth, I took her away
To a tall, doorless tower where she would stay.
I was her mother, she my one care--
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your fair hair!"
But then a prince came and stole her young heart,
So I cut her long locks and let her depart.
I took her tresses for my own
And saw how beautiful I had grown.
Then I wondered: could I, too,
Find a prince so valiant and true?
I married a king, to my delight,
With one daughter named Snow White.
Though his age was quite obscene,
I was his happily cherished queen.
Until -- "Mirror, on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?"
Was my stepdaughter fairer than I?
Jealousy declared that she must die!
I followed her deep into the forest
To where dwarves mined; "Hi ho," they chorused.
Disguised, I fed her an apple so red
That after one bite she was thoroughly dead.
StorytellerStorytellerStoryteller1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
tell me a story.
A fable of wisdom
or a tale of glory.
Sing me a song
of dreams and
Stories of kingdoms rising
and worlds going under.
Draw me a picture
with colours so bright
and spin me a fairytale
to dream of tonight.
Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showersHomosexuality Bites2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a towel loosely wrapped around my waist
Scalding hot water was blistering my skin
As I bled from an unspeakable place
A hard-handed teacher dragged me to my feet
With little or no sign of sympathy
For the bruising to my feeble framed ribcage
And the fractures to my identity
I think they all thought that I had it coming
As no one was willing to testify
That the sodomy inflicted upon me
Was something to which I hadn’t complied
Boisterous boys laughing in the corridors
As I shamefully limped throughout the day
Not a thought for the pain that was inflicted
Just worried for what my parents would say
I couldn’t bear it if I saw in their eyes
That I deserved everything that I got
As they are the ones who created my heart
Whether they care for whom it beats or not
So I will take a discriminate beating
If my resolve will help people to see
That I can not be anything more or less
Than the person that I was born to be
AnorexiaPicture perfectAnorexia8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How thin can you go?
Up for a challenge?
Painful and slow.
Waiting it out
Obsessed with forbidden
Skip one more meal
Keeping secrets hidden
Watching seconds tick
Saying you're not hungry
Denying you're sick
Tastes long forgotten
You're still savoring
Feels so cold
Then legs fold
Lives are broken
do not marry a writer.do not marry a writer.do not marry a writer.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
their only love is a pen,
or weapon of choice.
their only home is the mind.
do not marry a writer.
they will leave you for hours,
lost in different worlds.
pulling them out is like waking a sleepwalker.
they will never live the same moment again.
thoughts are lightning quick,
and will never strike the same place more than once.
marry a writer.
only if you want your body
transformed into words.
do not marry a writer.
if you are a flower
requiring constant watering.
you will die, and we will turn your ashes into l e t t e r s.
but marry a writer,
if you want to live forever.
B, B, and a Broken HeartBlood is red,B, B, and a Broken Heart8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
bruises are blue.
My bones are broken,
thanks to you.
My heart is bleeding,
my tears are black.
And I can't believe,
I want you back.
Suicide is Painless?She's lying thereSuicide is Painless?9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On her bed
The voices whisper
In her head
Nobody loves you
They'd be better off
If you were not there
The blade comes out
It moves real swift
And carves up and
Down her wrist
With her finger
She sat and wrote
In her own blood
Her sister was
The first to find
Her crumpled body
Defunct of life
Her sister does
Not deserve this
She's only six
Her whole life
Will haunt her mind
For all to see
The person she
Looked up to
Is now not here
Oh, what to do
The mother next
She hears the scream
Comes in the room
And in a dream
She sees the body
Her first-born child
A bloody corpse
With a sickly smile
She looks around
Face filled with pain
The mother thinks
That she's to blame
And something snaps
Inside her brain
She never was
The same again
And all her friends
Find out at school
And some move on
Like all should do
But some depressed
Sick of their lives
Go home to bed
Take out their knives
And carve their own
Names in their thr
I miss youI miss you11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I miss you
It's all I have to say
I thought it better that way
But it kills me
And I can't fight this reliance
I'm drowning here
Amid this sick, strange silence
I need you
To tell you what I feel
To hear you
And remember what is real
When we said nothing
But it said so much
When we ran away
To get in touch
I feel you here
So lost inside me
I need you now
Or I'll fall apart completely
I miss myself
That piece you still hold
This space is hollow
Leaves me so cold
I can't forget you
I never will
The way you changed me
Because I miss you still...
SuicideThere once was a girl who hated the world because of the pain within. On the outside she appeared just fine. But her sanity was wearing thin. Pain and hate and guilt were hidden deep inside her mind. But it grew and increasingly she broke down from time to time. No one knew of her burdens since she hid them very well. No one would've ever guessed that soon she'd say her last farewell. Her family expected too much from her and spoke in an indifferent and hypocritical way. She felt worthless and useless and stupid and ashamed. It was the same cycle every day. Her friends provided little comfort for they were all rather opinionated. Their disregard to her when she tried to speak out left her lonely and suffocated. The only person that she believed she loved was manipulative and played games with her head. His unpredictable schizophrenic nature ofteSuicide9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
SEXLovers do it.SEX9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
People abuse it.
Porn improves it.
Teens try it.
Rapists force it.
Hookers sell it.
Brothels run it.
The horny want it.
And human survival relies on it.
Poetryrandom wordsPoetry11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on the page
speak of broken dreams
and pent-up rage
ink from the pen
burn it all
SonadowSonadow may be gaySonadow8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But we support it anyway
Rouge and Amy can kiss our ass
Cause Sonadow is so first class!
JealousyJealousy kills you,Jealousy8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With every ache.
You keep your mouth shut,
Your smile is fake.
You say it's okay,
When really it's not.
It makes you sick,
But it's these thoughts you fought.
You feel the heat in your shoulders,
your hands start to shake,
You keep to yourself,
as you silently wait.
You deal with the pain,
with each word you write,
Thinking nice thoughts,
To help your mind fight.
Your stomach is turns,
You feel you should die,
But you breathe a breath in,
and you try not to cry.
It's really not bad,
this lie that you made,
To help you fight through,
As the feeling will fade.
your poetry is horribleyour poetry is horrible13 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i am irrepressible teenage angst.
here is my bitchy poem.
woe is me.
(insert typo here)
i can use
drastic S P A C I N G
to make my point
(insert computer shorthand here)
my girlfriend just dumped me.
perhaps i can
write at length about
s u i c i d e
(insert trite phrase about loneliness)
because i am ohsotouchy
so, to all you
adolescents out there
your poetry is horrible.
pain does not always equal great art.
now, go write something worth while.
That Punk Rock FeelingShe walks down the street,That Punk Rock Feeling9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Headphones in her ears.
Angry music playing loudly,
To keep away her tears.
Her hair is short and messy,
Her black polish is chipped.
Her combat boots thump loudly,
Her goodwill jeans are ripped.
She likes her rough fashion,
Ahough she hates her face.
It masks her emotions,
Her hearts delicate as lace.
Yet she grins at passersby,
Who stare with pure disgust.
She leaves them speechless,
Coverde in her dust.