She's an artistShe's an artist.She's an artist7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
smotherher spine was dusksmother11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
beauty (lost)and i swear, this is the last time he'llbeauty (lost)11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
pin me to the wall
(he tells me i'm a work of art,
but after all this time, i'm still just a girl)
too young, too young, the walls whisper
too late, too late, i sob
because this battered body,
this girl with the scarlet tattoos, she is too tired to escape
and her wings won't work in the rain.
and as i suck in air, i wonder, how many more will have to endure
the pain of not being their own
i have heard too many screams, all at once
(God who i stopped believing in,
if you can hear me,
let this end, so that when i am walking in the streets
with my child, i can swear,
that she will never
have scars on her back,
she will never
have welts on her heart)
Stitched up heartYou ask me why,Stitched up heart7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still don't trust you,
Why I've built these walls to keep you away.
It's because I'm shy,
I am afraid of what you'll do.
If I let you stay.
Stay and be with me for too long.
Cause you see...
After years of being tossed out,
And being forgotten by everybody.
I've been filled with doubt.
The doubt that any one could ever accept me,
And this stitched up heart of mine.
I don't want to be forgotten again,
I am scared of having to lie and say I am fine.
Even though I am dying to let you know,
That you're killing me inside.
If you won't stay and keep me company,
If you just want to break me.
Please leave me be.
Because these walls were built for a reason.
They were built around my heart,
So I don't have to worry about it becoming broken.
Because one day it won't restart.
And you will be my end.
Stop the StigmaEveryday is a struggle,Stop the Stigma12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
waking up and just wanting to sleep.
Everyday is an effort,
to live yet another day in this life.
Everyday is a threat,
hoping that people arent around.
Everyday is overwhelming,
dealing with problems that cant be handled.
A mental illness is a struggle.
Dealing with depression
Everyday is a struggle.
There is no need to criticize
or judge someone for their behavior.
Stop the stigma,
and help those that need it.
Before its too late,
and suicide is their only answer...
Cowering from the Moon (007)In the sweep of the monthsCowering from the Moon (007)10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
following our truce on the stoop,
I learned to be a ballerina
tiptoeing around your darkest nights
like I knew how it felt
to depend on the moods of the moon.
A fickle, angry mistress,
she tore your bones apart
beneath empty-canvas skies
before gluing you back together,
a fragile paper doll
with fur and fangs
instead of string.
In the weeks
the curse turned you loose,
we found eternity
hidden between the verses
of musty poetry books
and the stories
we had to strain to remember--
but leading up
to the dark of a new moon,
the skin on your arms bristled
and I hid myself away
to listen to your tortured howls
with my hands covering bruises
that never healed.
Nothing HelpsI close my eyesNothing Helps7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
but nothing helps
light breaks focus
and eats the answers
p u s hwhen all the people I lovep u s h6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
push me away
its hard to live with myself
by the end of the day
VividAmber stars drain.Vivid20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Floral winters soften.
Pervious moons rotate.
Barren streams broaden.
You're worth itTo thoseYou're worth it10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who feel all alone,
And have no friends,
Who've been backstabbed, cut, and punched in the gut, left to rot,
To those who get teased,
Because of your intellegence, your clothes, your looks, your physical ability, your body type, your skin tone, your health,
The way you don't fit in,
To those who can't seem to want to live another day,
Cursing as your eyes flutter awake,
To those who finds comfort in taking a blade to their skin,
Relishing in the only thing that now gives you any feeling,
Who would rather feel pain, then just nothing.
Life is not easy,
You will be knocked down to your knees,
And you'll feel like giving up on yourself,
Maybe because some have already,
But I'm telling you this,
Don't you dare give up,
You are absolutely amazing, beautiful, handsome,
You're something worth having,
You're something worth living for,
And no matter what you go through,
You are able to push through it,
You can overcome these battles that may seem,
Like you're losing,
You are able to ge
Dead PoetsIDead Poets1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
day I became a haphazard poet
and the world became obsidian under my pen
ShopkeeperI want to bottle this feeling upShopkeeper16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And sell it to myself in the morning
Grossly overpriced with no family discount.
For the status symbol it implies.
I want to be selfish enough to buy it.
With the delusion that if it works
Everything will be better.
Buying it will make all t he doubt,
Self-loathing, disgust and mistrust disappear......
I want to bottle this feeling up
And sell it to myself in the morning....
When I'm too stingy to cough up the cash.
I am a RainbowI can be Red...I am a Rainbow9 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Angry and dangerous,
those emotions very contagious.
I can be Orange...
I can be so happy and alive,
it will catch you by surprise.
I can be Yellow...
A cheerful bundle of energy,
needing attention from you to me.
I can be Green...
So full of envy and greed,
emotions I do not need.
I can be Blue...
I have loyatly, faith, and trust,
give me those if you must.
I can be Indigo...
Depressed and tears rolling down my face,
wanting nothing more than a comforting embrace.
I can be Purple...
A confusing mystery,
I'll leave you guessing for my history.
I can be Pink...
Giving out gentle love,
my love being bigger than the stars above.
I can be White...
Innocent and pure of heart,
a little girl side I've had from the start.
I can be Silver...
Having soothing wisdom,
giving you a cl
Who Would Care!!Who Would Care!!10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would the world expect
from a little girl?
Any little prick makes her tirl
& friends troll.
So what would the world expect
if she can't harm an insect?
She can't herself defend.
She can't find someone to depend.
But she still smiles
to hide her sad shape.
She only trusts her razors
they are her only escape
You are right
if you think she's brave
but all roads are blocked.
The only road leads her to grave
& we all responsible of that
because she always craves
to feel like a normal person
not like a miserable slave.
Regrets, Regrets, RegretsI'm caged in,Regrets, Regrets, Regrets6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
barred in my mind.
There is no key, no savior,
so help me please!
I'm only human,
prone to make mistakes.
I didn't need this,
I didn't deserve this,
what was “right” is wrong!
Regrets, Regrets, Regrets,
they keep me in.
No matter how much I kick, scream,
nothing is here to save me.
Some think it is a animal,
a beast within me.
Some think it is the past,
spinning and circling in repeat.
For me, it may be both.
The past is the past,
laughs the animal in me.
It kicks in me,
spilling crimson and regret.
I bleed in cruel and bitter rule.
Regrets, Regrets, Regrets,
evil identities on repeat.
Always here, Always there,
a true crown of thorns...
Sticking on my head,
pounding with my heart,
All I ever wanted was to be free..
Regrets, Regrets, Regrets,
we are here to fight you.
Don't take her,
she is stronger than you.
Don't take him,
he is too.
Regrets, Regrets, Regrets,
come and fight like a man!
Prove to me you are what you say you are!
Don't run and hide, come with
Happy birthdayRoses are redHappy birthday14 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Violets are blue
I can’t rhyme this line
But this poem is yours
So hope you’re fine
In this day of yours
My drama-queen bud
Just… happy birthday
Poem: I See Only StarsStars are eternal, spider's-webbed criss-crossed throughout the galaxyPoem: I See Only Stars6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The innumerable sons and daughters of the night that weave the dreams of Earth and her siblings many
Come the ancient night the sky becomes a geode of tiny diamonds in a deepest blue
An ocean of impossibility, shared by bear and bull and birds of every hue
Where Orion and his companion are spared Scorpio's sting
And the noble heart of Pegasus, pride of Athene, takes wing
And Vega waits for the day her love returns as she sits weaving
And there! Look! Behold and see:
Cetus, with Mira at his great heart, breaches this world of eternity!
Mighty God of Whales that dances through Aquarius and Pieces
With such grace in the freedom only whale and dolphin can ever know
And his royal requiem he sings for his earthly children alone
The song of the eternal sea lives on in the morning dew
Tiny diamonds gifted to the dawn, born anew
We drown it out with our artificial light, with streetlamps, casinos and cars
But I know exactly
the pains of dating an artisti dated a poetthe pains of dating an artist6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
with ink on her fingers
and shakespeare in her mouth
i didn't understand her
when we argued
she spoke passionately of
aching hearts and burning eyes
and i didn't know what
“i'm sorry” seemed so feeble
i dated a dancer
with blisters on her feet
and tutus in her closet
she packed her bags
for new york
and i knew that
i wasn't a part of her world
so my heart ached, my eyes burned
and i let go of her
for her sake.
“it's okay” wasn't the truth
and it hurt.
i dated a painter
with pink in her hair
and paintbrushes in a jar
i loved her the most
but she was
always far away from me
she looked at me with eyes
that saw all of me
left me bare.
“i'm trying” wasn't good enough
and she left.
i almost dated a novelist
but i remembered that artists
are different from me.
i see the world far too black
so i married an ordinary girl
who makes nice apple pie
and sees the world in
shades of gray.
the ugliest girlShe writes a lot of stupid things.the ugliest girl6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes she hides behind pronouns
To make herself feel a little more secure.
She knows no one would dare to ask,
Because they are also afraid, just like you.
Sometimes she lays on her bed, staying still
And then images of her dead body fills her head.
The pale and cold skin,
The closed eyes and dried up tears,
The hair scattered about and a position to sleep,
A comfortable bed with a small girl's corpse.
Sometimes, she plays with her arms.
She is against all forms of self-harm,
But her imagination and literature deceives her beliefs.
When she wakes up to look at the mirror,
She feels her tired self is when she is most beautiful.
When she looks so weak and vulnerable is when she is most pretty.
When she is strong and durable,
It is when she is most unappetizing.
She is not by all means abandoned from society,
She is not treated as an outcast,
A tough exterior that can talk back to bullies.
Daring enough to glare at the authorities.
But one simp
ObsessionOvercome byObsession7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you are the keyunrestrained melodiesyou are the key16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from our youth
laughter and tears
best of times
friends to share
hands to hold
shoulders to cry on
as we grow old
heartstrings in tune
find your place
embrace the passage
you are the key.
SomeoneShattered wide - a ragged tear,Someone5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
One the soul cannot bear.
Crumbling mask - a gentle lie,
Hides a face that begs to cry.
Hoped not - a prayer unspoken,
Too many promises broken.
Nothing flies - a crow or dove,
Grounded by voids of love.
Sole survivor - a grain of sand,
Heir to a great drowned land.
Last breath - a man overdue,
Missing happiness he never knew.
Gnarled stump - a failed dream,
Only witness it would seem.
Wilting yet - a confession said,
And blades and rope dress in red.