Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”Two Years Later2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
I give upSometimesI give up3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try so hard to change for people
Do what they want,
Listen to their critiques,
Try to be a good friend..
But you know?
Everyone makes mistakes,
is not perfect,
is tired and stressed and slips,
It is never good enough,
no matter what I do,
nobody ever sees what I changed,
everybody always only sees my faults.
I get criticised for what I did wrong,
but never acknowledged for what I changed,
I give up.
I don't have the energy anymore,
to always justify myself,
to always go up and be the one,
that is bad,
to always be the one,
Sometimes I think I'm better off without anyone...
Blowing a featherThe way she blows this featherBlowing a feather3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of them screw their knees,
Falling for her.
Blessed by a blue-eyed breeze
All of them crave an eternal embrace.
Gardens of golden flowers
Reflected stars on the water's surface
So many gifts she justly deserves
The rose-coloured feather,
Gift from heavens,
Brings daylight to a sinner
She's an angel without wings
My kind of love.I want the kind of love that forms colourful wings in my stomach that fly in circles because they're disorientated from my hearts heavy beating.My kind of love.3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want the kind of love that's so radiant, I can't even bare to look in it's direction without closing my eyes first–– it burns brighter than the sun.
The kind of love that starts off slow then gains on you like a cheetah, devouring you into itself, for sustenance, creating a pattern only known to the gods.
A love that scares the fear, out of my life; making anything possible again.
A love that regresses two adults back into kids, playing hide and seek with their future.
I want the kind of love that's a Sunday in the middle of the week––inconvenient.
I want the kind of love that dances at a funeral––inappropriate.
I want the kind of love that's a muse to an artist––inspiring.
I want the kind of love that's a .44 magnum revolver in a trunk of BB guns––authentic.
Love that sparkles in t
In The End It's You Who MattersIn The End It's You Who MattersIn The End It's You Who Matters2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes you with the frown
The one who has felt pain
And has shed so many tears.
I know how hard it is
To feel so much pain,
But you have to remember
That in the end of everything
It's you who matters.
You might feel alone
Just wanting someone to love you,
But you have to remember
That you have to love yourself first
Before anything else.
You have to be confident
Do what you love to do
And show the world that you can succeed.
If someone tells you
That you can't
Don't listen to them
For they are not the people
Who do give you support.
My friend I know things are hard now,
But you have to remember
That it's you who matters.
laughing in frenchsometimes a body dies four times before it is buried.laughing in french3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
it starts in your head, spinal column, working its way through
and nervous systems ticking off time like a metronome:
we are thirty seconds behind now, atrium stuck
in the moment before; blood
thickening to rot
i could still feel you after you left
my room is not a cemetery but we wake
side by side, just like this,
it's not like anybody's died yet
but a woman could use
a drink or seven
"i'm so sorry babe, i
parked illegally, i
sleep ii and absolutely nothing
TimeTime...Time3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
makes a girl becomes a woman
makes a seed grow, and become a flower
makes a cub becomes a wild tiger
makes the minutes turn into hours.
can be extremely capricious sometimes
you don't know what it'll do or what it'll bring
It changes everybody,
and every simple thing.
is always going by
its effects can be drastic or mild...
Why don't you grow up, child?
Not Ready To Be LovedWarm hands caress my skin,Not Ready To Be Loved3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and send chills through my body.
I shudder in the darkness
but my shaking only encourages him.
He leans in and softly kisses me
and I turn away in disgust.
Lonely eyes plead for my affection
I can't stand to look anymore.
As he confesses his love for me I sigh
I am just not ready to be loved.
"I've missed you" this one claims
it's been weeks since I broke his heart.
"Holding you, kissing you, making love"
romantic words that conjure sickness inside.
He talks of his honesty, his loyalty, his devotion
he is a good man, this I know to be true.
He cries that he is so lonely without me
and I feel like I should care.
He tells me he loves me with all of his heart
but I am just not ready to be loved.
This last one is the most difficult to resist
because I could have loved him back.
I went to him in sadness
GeierGeierGeier2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
What happens when one hand feeds your greedy mouth,
But the other ties you down to the foundation of the house?
Do you widen your mouth and sink your fangs deep into their flesh,
Till blood spills from within them like a faucet
And slips down to your awaiting lips?
Or do you widen your mouth only to chew apathy and swallow down depression?
Just as long as you have protection that keeps you from the vultures.
Those heathens have haunted so many puerile pupils.
But who knows if I’m actually referring to the volt that roam the lid of heaven.
ForgetfulSometimes, the woven mess that is my brainForgetful14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Decides to go on vacation,
And I can’t seem to remember who I am.
Because sometimes we lose ourselves
When we’re finding ourselves,
It happens more out of necessity than coincidence.
So when I’m forgetting what I was
And remembering who I’ll become,
I’ll remember that forgetfulness isn’t all bad.
My ConfessionMy confession, my fear – the dream I think I’ll never have.My Confession1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the words that people say, the praise mixed with the rest.
They say I’m talented, that I’m unique,
They say I have a future bright.
I know I’m not helpless, I know I’m not weak.
But my doubts and fears overwhelm me,
And I am left lost and alone.
I am afraid to be alone –
To never know love or what it is to be loved.
I don’t know what I have to have the right ones notice.
The wrong see my looks, my body and my makeup.
They see the light and confidence I have.
They see that I’m not the angelic child that perhaps standards dictate I should be.
But I’m not like them.
I will follow the rules and do what is right.
I’m afraid to never be noticed by one that catches my eye –
By a fellow who is kind and good and loving.
Will he never see me? Will he never notice?
I long for him to notice, but I know I can’t make him.
Will it always be this way?
Days of WhiteWhite.Days of White1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
The last color,
I ever remembered seeing.
The last thing
Before I died.
It wasn't painful,
At one point,
My emotions had numbed.
And I couldn't
Feel the pain anymore.
I felt liberated.
There were no chains,
Shackling my feet
To the filthy ground.
I had left those
That had broken me behind.
The angels had called me
To close me eyes
And go to sleep.
And all the pain would go away.
Do you remember? (Izaya X Reader Poem)Do you remember? (Izaya X Reader Poem)2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's been 2 days..since I ran into you again..
We've been on and off for...2 years now..?
And yet, I still can't give you the answer that you desire.
But let's think...
Do you remember when we met..?
I always thought that you were funny,
Witty, handsome to look at.
You called me 'Your favorite human'
And passionately declared your love to me
And when we had our first kiss...
I personally knew delicious.
I didn't care if you were a jerk,
A bit care-free, and laughed at other's pain...
I loved to be loved by you...
Some things changed though...
I do love you, as you've pointed out a number of times.
Your good company, but I do not wish to spend long prolengths of time with you.
Your easy on the eye, but not in a way that thrills me.
Your touch does not leave me aching things, or imaging things that I would like you to do to me.
You are many good things...but...why is it so hard to be as happy as I used to...
And yet...my only reply to your question is....
"I don't wish to marry you..."
Dreams of changeA strange sensationDreams of change8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
An unknown feeling
I'm not invisible
People notice me
I'm not alone
I have someone who cares
Then I wake up
Was it a dream?
Or a nightmare?
fish in a tree.here's the thing,fish in a tree.1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
you breathe to smoke,
and i smoke
so that i can breathe.
Mirrors in my mindYour emotions have been living in your skin for too long. Like a timid child, the stories you long to share with the world hide behind you, full of fear and empty hope. You know who is aware of the inner hurricane - they have seen the child with clenched fists peeking through the windows of your soul from afar. Some of them fled, yet others chose to stay and calm the storms burning within you.Mirrors in my mind2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it is not about revealing yourself to one soul - it is so much more than sitting across a specialist and spitting out all the sentences you don't understand. One day the child hiding behind you will take a step to the right and everyone passing by will marvel at all it possesses.
In that extraordinary moment you will realise that the disaster inside of you - all those feelings forming intricate patterns in your cells - was not a disaster at all. You will understand that what you once feared has become your most tremendous strength. The child you hid for so long will take your hand and togethe
Accepting ChangeWe wake up,Accepting Change10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're not who we want to be.
We looked at all the shattered pieces.
We've just become,
Someone who we'll never love.
I'm sorry I was never good enough,
Never fulfilled the expectations,
I'm not going to change,
Not sorry to say,
That I'm staying this way.
No, I'm not perfect.
Hell, no one is.
But who we used to be,
Shouldn't be something so meaningful.
Yeah, I've got my flaws.
And you don't?
So we cried,
We promised we'd never tell,
We've just become,
Someone who we'll never love.
Second Hand GirlSadness is filling her fate,Second Hand Girl15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
she is to never be
but only replaced
and as she trembling takes her last breath
she tearfully utters
What Would I Do?What would I do?What Would I Do?2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without you there to guide me every time
I fall through the floor and end up lost in places no one’s been before
Myself in a state
I do not recognise
There is always
A floor falling apart under my feet
I’ll always need someone when I must finally admit defeat
There is nothing you can’t do for me
ArtistWhat is an artist?Artist3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Artist are born with paint in their hair
Artist learn to dance to the sound of their own heart beat before they learn to walk
Artist choose to hold a pencil instead of a shotgun
Artist choose ballet shoes instead of army boots
Artist wear art instead of a military uniform
Artist see beauty where others do not
Emotion is the paint to our canvas of creativity
Everything we see
We see differently
Artist are the revolution
Artist are change
Secret AbyssHold me.Secret Abyss3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
These thin cloud veils
will hide our dark secrets;
don't think about those skeletons.
I'll help you up
if it means dragging you.
Promise me you won't let the past
all my mistakes--
years from now, you won't care
that you shared yourself with a fool.
I pushed you down
to get what I wanted.
I never put my heart into
Those skeletons will
be our last. Don't think my
dark secrets can be forgiven.