type A, type Btype A personality; get go, gone from the beginningtype A, type B9 hours ago in Free Verse
loyal to a fault, your shield always on hand
you will never stand alone, head held high
my sword is yours forever, well or ill
withered words will drop on aching hearts
and catastrophic cannons will miss aim -
nary a person will back you into a corner
when you have a wolf in your pocket,
seething at the ignorant indulgence
your adversary so craved.
you will never top me; dominance is my middle name
fight dirty, expect mud on your face
back stabber? better wear your best armor,
you won't see me coming in the night -
type B personality; we are one, you and I
a blanket of comfort, a fortress of light
the rain is a sweet serenade when I'm with you,
and the world has eased itself into a bath.
the succulent kiss of the grass beneath us,
perfumed with blossoming buds,
heaven wrapped in our hair, hands entwined -
the world could be saved, rejuvenated,
if we could but unite together,
and see what we have become under it all:
the universe, redu
HistoryI recall once finding some of the strangest things,History13 hours ago in Free Verse
in a place I didn’t think held . . .
memories is a way to put it,
never once was it out of place,
well not fully,
yet held enough to look farther in,
and just see where the memoires would go from all there,
sure in other cases,
it is normal to find items,
that at first are just a loss,
down the ways of the bloodline,
that was never shared,
so odd on how that works out,
finish on finding box upon box of the past,
that hasn’t been spoken,
out a loud,
away from others,
away from all eyes to see,
a fear comes in,
just thinking of opening them,
finding out more of oneself,
that can never come easy,
along with a sad heavy breath,
could it be worth it,
filling in those blanks,
ending the hatred that was there,
but never explain,
yet the arms shakes,
fingers curling away from the history,
let us call it that,
a little wave of u
Fragst and FactsHave you ever noticed,Fragst and Facts5 hours ago in Free Verse
How Fragst and facts,
Sound so much alike?
Over And Overif i could say the wordsOver And Over17 hours ago in Free Verse
in a different way,
i would tell you
all the same things
if i could make you feel
i am holding you
when i hold myself
sing your songs to me,
and break my heart,
i would listen to you,
over and over again,
rethink you in each refrain,
until you come back and stay,
until i melt into water
The School SystemI was brought to a school to learn.The School System20 hours ago in Free Verse
And what I learn was fun.
Everything I am learning is so real and so true.
I believe in the system.
Or should I said I did before I learn the truth.
They turn the student into brainless zombie.
To fight for what the school want them to fight for.
They disregard the student want and needs.
And then in the end they are lean, mean killings.
If I had to put my two cents in what I did.
I hate myself because I abide everything they say.
I kill because the school told me too.
I fight because they told me too.
And I learn because I told too.
I have high grade point average.
I thought I had a dream.
But it wasn't my dream.
And now that I know the truth.
I want the bloody school system and the brainwash equipment destroy.
I hate what it did to me.
But I do remember.
I remember when they came.
I remember they remove all the brainwash.
And they save us all and the turn us the harsh truth and reality.
Now that I have this harsh truth and reality.
I now can begin
Dead Already.I swallow hurtDead Already.5 hours ago in Free Verse
let it germinate
within my aching gut
until my insides
gleam the rot;
a seeming glow
because the wound
a consumption of
to keep me alive.
Living is a deception
Then I am buried
without rite of
I couldn’t feel
when once I
MomentsMomentsMoments22 hours ago in Free Verse
time spent together
the bliss of happiness
allowing the time to pass
with each tick of the clock
these shared moments combine
one into the other until time becomes
but a meaningless thing and only
happiness shared matters at all
Ignorance and InnocenceIgnorance is thought of as a severe insult,Ignorance and Innocence22 hours ago in Free Verse
But for a child,
It makes their world.
People are always envious of children
Because of their innocence
And ignorance of the troubles of the world.
No worries or cares, just joyously enjoying life,
And when they fall down,
They let out the pain and then forget about it.
Innocence is always wanted to be protected,
And ignorance is frowned upon,
But don't they go hand in hand?
nuturethe circle encompasses all things, with it's gracious arms it heals and nurtures us. but as humanity progresses people begin to question why it is here and why does it love us so?nuture6 hours ago in Free Verse
What has our world become...?What has our world become...?What has our world become...?21 hours ago in Free Verse
I once thought I was fine, WE were fine
I was told everything was as it should be, and that was enough then.
But as you get older, you see more, you observe and listen.
People change, and yes it can be good,
But it can also be sad, not bad, you don't feel bad for them, you feel sad.
Because something has broken in them, and words don't just fix something that's broken.
When we get older, we notice people have separate opinions, and that's fine, that's good, at least for a while,
You get to argue for your side, prove why something is or isn't, and people listen,
They see where they went wrong, and they agree and change their perspective, even if just a little.
But then once again, you get older, and along with own opinions, now comes in an ambition to prove everyone wrong,
Whether what you say is true or not, and lying is added to the equation.
And you get older, you hide things, you lie, and the human race keeps clawing it's way up, one unstable lie after
Metaphors and IronyMy train of thought delayed by the massive pile up on Memory Lane.Metaphors and Irony8 hours ago in Free Verse
"Eternally" drifted into "Never", completely demolishing "Forever" in the worst kind of way.
Two cars down "Destiny" spun around backwards and caused both "Hope" and "Faith" to skid into "Fate", flipping "Reality" upside down.
All of this sent "Communication" and "Comprehension" straight into a pole.
Now the two are split.
My train of thought delayed by the massive pile up on Memory Lane.
The witnesses say it was terrible and sick.
The cops say the opposite.
But every one agrees its irony gone awry.
The pile up on Memory Lane that just so happened to delay my train, all happened because a girl walked in the way.
Foggy Days Dense gray fog is crawling down the hillFoggy Days 16 hours ago in Free Verse
It'll cover the whole land
We'll have to breathe the fog
It may kill the weakest
Can't be me
Can't be me
We should change ourselves
To escape from the fear
We take it as fresh air
Things are settled
We no longer see the fog
We no longer say the three-letter word
An old man started ranting in public
The sky was blue before!!
......Oh, nice joke
Innovation The future often is unclear,Innovation2 hours ago in Free Verse
we may not see what is ahead of us,
but we can set a course,
for our future generations to travel.
This cannot be done,
when we push aside innovation,
when we shun our new directions,
in the journey of life.
It pains me,
as I'm sure it pains others,
to know that I am part of this species,
who think only of the past,
and to little of the future.
We constantly believe,
that fate is a thing,
that we cannot choose our paths,
that we must stay to our current course
AstraeaTomorrow may be beautifulAstraea2 hours ago in Free Verse
Or, may never come
It doesn't matter to us
What we were meant for has been done
We've never felt like we belong
Yet, we are content
We've reached balance between us
And grown all the stronger for it
"I don't know why you bother, no one reads between the lines"
"You can't hide my existence; It's not you, it's us that shines"
There will be things we've left unsaid
Things no one could know
We have done much together
Though few know we have done it so
At times we are deep in conflict
There is no victor
Between us, we compromise
As time, is our main constrictor
"Although we are each distinct, we are both based on the whole"
"We share our unique ideas; We share body, mind, and soul"
She always returnsfeeling loveShe always returns7 hours ago in Free Verse
feeling the beauty of the day
feeling the light on my face
desperate you call
and i always return to you
i seek you
knowing all to well
the end is not near
and your the one i should fear
you keep circling in my head
over and over
again and again
i push you pull
only to know
how i miss you
see what you do to me
you can never be erased
only held in the attic
your my fire in the attic
a proof of life
I would tear my head apart
to never hear or see you again
but all of these scars can never be erased
for you are the one who comforts me
when the light gets too bright
UntitledThe dreams come day by dayUntitled16 hours ago in Free Verse
Sleep is no longer for the night.
It's no longer the monster that keeps me awake.
But the thought of it.
Self-inflicted insomnia plagues the best of us
And the masses speak their opinions on deaf ears.
My subconscious has become my enemy
And my nightmares have disguised themselves as dreams.
Clarity in Novemberdo not think i don't sit hereClarity in November18 hours ago in Free Verse
under the barren sky and
feel the weight of the whole
world bearing down on me
do not think that i am not
wholly crushed by the winter
but i have learned
what to do to remember beauty
evergreen inhales and clouds
remind me to find beauty around me
in the orange half light and
purple midnights of snowfall
in a dash of color and the softness
of my blanket that will not die
it is not like they live again
no life is breathed into them
no matter how much beauty i see
but i see beauty nonetheless and
it will have to be enough
to be reminded that the world still
sparkles under a fresh coat of snow
and the warmth of another person is
still the best thing for long nights
in this smo
Can't RedoI left the wavesCan't Redo21 hours ago in Free Verse
in an avid search
for books about brains.
Longing to be
a rose pressed
between those pages.
They say it comes to
those who wait long enough,
but that's too long.
If I could I'd buy the future,
for a poem,
or a song.
And I'd ring you.
And I'd ring you.
I hope every word
jumps off the page,
only to run along.
To live a full life.
All the world waits but
it's long gone. Proving
to all those stories
that they can be wrong;
What's good for the scorpion,
can do wonders for the frog.
I'd sting for you.
I'd sting for you.
I gamble with my answer, lies
are wings and I can
It's all I know.
Flying high above
the desert snow.
The only true that I've
ever been is
when I fly.
Like an arrow drawn
by William Tell,
right between your eyes.
I wonder, jumping off of a
cliff, is this the night that I
finally fall and die.
Crash and burn!
Never achieve, but always yearn.
I never live, but I always learn.
And I fly for you,
I fly for you.
I'm spinning out no
Five SENSESSay, can you seeFive SENSES20 hours ago in Free Verse
The faithless marching out strong
Eyes and ears dulled by lustful greed
By the dawn's early light?
Perhaps you are deafened
By the anthems of the long-lost
Ne'er to be heard ever again
Their chant echoing over the hills
But surely, surely you can taste
Salty sweet bitter regret of the
tears drowning the hopeless
Or do you savour it on your tongue?
You must be able to pick up the scent
Of the rotting, bloated trenches
Filled with the outcast and forsaken
Is your soul not stirred
The darkening inter-global apathy
Rips the world in twain
Or is that that you can no longer feel?
Do you not remember?
Do you not know?
Do you not care?
For those long gone,
For those that are still here
no day past todayi see the colorsno day past today21 hours ago in Free Verse
vibrant and free
and i see you standing there
a silhouette of honor and
grace as i watch you pace
like the clock on the wall
i run away every time we get close
there's a pain
theres a gray sky calling me
and if i keep running
will it bring me
full circle back to you
be blue skys again
in the future
do you see
you and me blossoming
you and me
in the pretty
do you feel the
coming down the mountain
the flowers are in bloom once again
yet here i am
with out you
AttatchmentLet me put this right here.Attatchment3 hours ago in Free Verse
I’m sure I’ll remember.
I hold onto things because I have a bad memory.
Forgetting things easily is my specialty.
No, I don’t have amnesia.
I don’t have alzheimer's.
I just forget.
So the small things I keep.
I keep because they remind me of emotions I treasure
That small blue bunny was given to me by a toddler
His name is Aldo. He hated being left behind
But in time, he grew brave and I loved him.
Where did I put my phone?
Oh, there it is.
For some reason, I saw that he seemed to get into accidents
It was later explained that his mother was harsh with him.
This broke my heart and I wanted to do more
I could only report.
The fairy figurine near my books, one of the legs is broken.
I never really liked it. It always gets dusty.
My sister gave it to me as a gift.
I don’t remember if it was Christmas or my birthday.
She teased me about it.
At the time, I was just glad she got me anything.
Where did I put my keys?
I don’t reme
ChocolateSoft and creamy texture melts in my mouth,takes me a new world of taste iv never felt before..soo many different types to choose from,,which world of taste do I want to enjoy?! That aroma of goodness,,that sweet temptation ...Chocolate,that goodly goodnessChocolate8 hours ago in Free Verse
And What Am I To You?You say that I'm all these different things that I'm not.And What Am I To You?2 hours ago in Free Verse
So, if you don't mind, tell me this, then:
Am I a loser who lives with and is a spouse to a cousin even though we're not married?
Am I a freak who can't speak, is morbidly obese, and suffers from a severe mental illness?
Am I a waste of life who constantly gives other people a bad impression even though I mean well?
Am I a pedophile who masturbates in public while carrying a Build-A-Bear plush in my left hand?
Am I a nagger who constantly asks for your permission to do things despite knowing that I'll get the okay anyway to do so?
And what am I to you?
Maybe you should look at yourself in the mirror and face the music like I do every day.
Maybe it's time you took a nice long look at your reflection to see if there are critical flaws to your personality.
And then you'll begin to ask yourself in a slightly concerned tone,
What are you to me?
Spaceyou are the fulcrum, and i circleSpace13 hours ago in Free Verse
around you like a gasping wheel
stuck in reverse, in a trunk
but i was made for running,
not for the land, but for the road,
not to be corralled, but to set you loose
in the open and tall highways,
their sweeping lines the exact
same color of your hair
the railings their walls, the hemispheres,
their turning-points, a room full
of wild emptiness that revolves around you
until i come around