-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.-2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
.what doesn't kill you.13 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
comes back with something stronger
to finish the job
never become a writeri.never become a writer.never become a writer1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
you will become a perfectionist,
picking life apart
with a magpie's eye,
hunting for the beautiful bits
until you can make yourself
a sparkling throne
in the center of a junkyard.
ii.you will write when you're sad.
you will write when you're happy.
whenever you feel something,
you will vomit the emotion out
into some sort of literature.
when you're finished,
you'll be empty
and surrounded by
pages and pages of
everything you once were.
iii.you will try to make
pain sound delicious,
painting over the ragged wounds
with pink paint
and candy-coat lies.
you will learn
how to decorate graveyards.
everyone will play in them,
but you alone will see the headstones.
iv.if you fall in love,
you will turn your love into a poem,
and you will always like your own words
more than you like the real person.
you'll become so selfish
you'll disgust yourself,
but you will not be ab
.you break free.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the grip of
just to die in
the arms of the shore
.i said death,.1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
death is a closet;
let's all just hang
ourselves up and keep
the place tidy -
RelapseHere we go again.Relapse3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another panic attack,
Just when I thought I was done.
Well, ain’t it fun,
To be a nervous wreck?
Only I’m a big kid now.
To be the resident
When you’re not beautiful.
God, I sound emo.
And so maybe I am
(by definition, at least)
But I feel like a sham –
What am I to you?
Would you care
If I lived out my dark little fantasies?
Got swallowed by the dark seas,
Of my soul?
Would you care
If I went back to the blade
That you forbade
Me to seek solace in?
If you knew what went on in my head,
A million different ways
To make me dead,
Would you tell me to just
‘Not feel down’ anymore?
If I could stop feeling this way,
Stop thinking like this?
A message to the brokenYou drown yourselfA message to the broken1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
DifferenceTo be lonely is painful,Difference2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be alone is liberating.
Mental HospitalI got locked away today,Mental Hospital1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a dark and lonely place.
Locked inside a small white room,
Where all light is erased.
This is the place the unwanted are sent,
When they give up reality.
When nobody wants us around anymore,
They send us here, you see?
There is a guard outside my door,
I hear keys locked on his hips.
I scream and yell to be set free,
But his concentration never slips.
I'm trapped here in this room,
Im trapped in this small box.
There are bars on one small window,
And the door has many locks.
All of my hope is lost,
All my dreams are fading.
I hear a noise outside;
The nurses are invading.
I hear patients screaming,
As they open up the doors.
I hear them fight and struggle.
I hear bangs along the floors.
Then I hear a "tick"
And a twist of a small key.
I sit alone in terror,
They're coming after me!
Two ladies walk right in,
They try to hold me down.
That is when one lady,
Stuck a hand right up my gown.
She stuck a needle in my rear,
Suddenly I felt real jaded.
I tried to fig
CryingBaby cries for the mommyCrying3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Boy cries for the attention
Teen cries for the confusion
Man cries for the reality
Senior cries for the regret
Deceased cries for the living
No matter who we are
Powerful or weak
Happy or depressed
Rich or poor
Popular or alone
We all weep together
One way or another
I'm sorry I never loved youI'm sorryI'm sorry I never loved you1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm sure you want
that to mean alot of things
but in truth it means one
I'm sorry I never loved you
not in the way
you would've wanted me to
not in the way you needed me to,
I'm sorry I loved the ideal
of you and me
the wonderful beauty that
be birthed from our attractions
more than I loved the person
within that fantasy.
I'm sorry I forced
the delusion of perfection
upon you and held
you to those
of my selfish imagination.
I'm sorry that I placed
the necessity of us
above the desires of you.
that I wasn't the guy you deserved
and that I wasted my few chances
with someone as wonderful as you.
I'm sorry I never loved you
till you were already gone.
.i keep wearing.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
like an old worn
jacket and jeans,
I love... and hate being a writerI hate being a writerI love... and hate being a writer2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
yet I love it too
though such ambiguous feelings
cannot be explained so simply...
I loathe the unsterilized ink
which continually poisons my veins
and pumps from an all too emotional heart
yet when this ink is set free
breathed from my syringe of a quill
I'm assailed by such a breathtaking sense
of relief and release that I forget
and become intoxicated on my own vile.
I abhor my blank eyes
which so incoherently delude me
as to what is real
that I am faced continually
with the realization that reality
will never be enough for me
and yet these blank eyes are the same
on which I paint such beautiful fantasies
and experiences which I faithfully adore.
I detest the imagination
which hosts menial plays with
unwritten roles and spitfire lines
and asks me to fill the holes
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moonIt's Okay to be Imperfect3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
To those on here..You should know, bullying hurts.To those on here..1 day ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
It starts with one word, one word you blurt.
Fat, ugly, worthless. These are the words they hear.
Did you know, you're their biggest fear?
Day by day you torment them,
it takes so long for their hearts to mend.
All they ask for is one true friend,
but you make them want their lives to end.
Everyday they wake up with regret,
all they want to do is forget.
It's not just hitting and punching, it's the words you say,
they hurt so much, they want to fade away.
This is when enough is enough,
they're sick of playing strong, sick of playing tough.
But they know they can make it through,
you may not have known, but they always knew.
They put on a fake smile and pretend they're okay,
they believe they can make it all the way.
Of course your words still offend,
but they have been pieced back together again.
Someone leaves the crowd and lends them a hand,
they learn that it's time to stand.
Their smile is no longer fake,
now they have no reason to ache.
Regrets of a Guardian AngelGod told me to hold her.Regrets of a Guardian Angel2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
He didn't say;
"closer than most"
"handle with care"
After all, it is my profession to protect.
But when I saw her,
saw those bright blue eyes...
..and soft blond curls;
I did it like He had said so anyway.
They named her soul
and called it love.
But she was different,
and they didn't like it.
When she was five,
her 'mama' tore that pretty
blonde hair out by the roots and there was nothing I could do.
Because she told me not to.
At ten, her 'daddy' kicked her
down the stairs and out onto the veranda.
Because she was holding hands with a boy.
I caught her as best I could...
...but I could not catch her shattered soul.
Fifteen came by like clockwork,
and the girls were cruel and called her ugly.
They feared her prettiness
so they burned her mind with meanness
and shattered her internal mirror forever.
At eighteen, the boy she loved
took her innocence because he feared it.
Six months later he walked out the door
he never came back.
Twenty came, an
EyesThey told me not to look,Eyes1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I always do.
I can't help it you know?
Their eyes are so beautiful...
Each one shines with a colour from the rainbow.
Some are green, some are blue.
You might even find a set of gold amongst the lot.
Some of them shine like pearls,
Others twinkle like stars in the sky.
Each one holds a fragile soul,
Each one has its own sense of depth.
And so, I always end up looking into their eyes...
Right before I blink mine and I firmly squeeze the trigger...