Cry On My ShoulderIf I see you weeping, I am there.Cry On My Shoulder7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can spill out all your problems,
And I will always listen.
I will stay there always,
As long as you need me,
And you can cry on my shoulder.
I wont mind if the moisture stains my t-shirt,
You can keep on weeping,
I will help you cry.
If you need to let it out,
No matter what it is,
You can cry on my shoulder.
You can always depend on me,
If you need some empathy,
Because I know what you go through,
Even if I hide it.
You should never shy away,
Or try to hide your feelings.
Because you know you can cry on my shoulder.
Never ever be embarrassed,
To let me see you cry,
Because you know I do it too,
Though my face is dry.
I will always hold you tight,
And never cast you away,
And Ill let you cry on my shoulder.
And if you ever need a hug,
Dont look any farther,
Because, difficult as I am,
I am always, dependably, solidly there,
And I will never scoff at you,
When you cry on my shoulder.
And often I will cry with you,
When you cry on m
Mixed up emotionsAs the tears come to my eyes,Mixed up emotions8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have lost.
That is the only time they form,
When the inevitable has happened.
When life finally becomes to much.
I put up these walls,
without even realizing it.
All the pain is stored behind them.
It builds and builds,
Until finally I crack.
I break down and cry.
I hate it.
I'm not worthy to even be here,
If I can't deal with everyday life.
When I cry I am admitting defeat.
When I cry,
I acknowledge that I am a lost cause.
when I cry,
I know it is the end.
So I don't. No matter what,
No matter tha pain,
No matter the consequence.
Not matter the situation,
I do not cry.
I will not be weak,
I will not admit defeat.
I will continue to hold it all in,
It will be stored inside,
Until the damage that it is causing
Cannot be fixed.
Until I am a shell of the person I used to be.
Until then I will not cry.
Ode To A TeacherOde To A Teacher11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What makes a great teacher?
Well the answer to that is clear.
Look in the mirror and you will see,
Speak and you will hear.
A great teacher is the one,
Who has all the qualities of a friend,
One who will always support you,
And your character always defend.
A hand to help when you stumble,
A few kind words to comfort any heart,
We sensed that you would be this
We knew it from the start.
Such a lucky group of teens
You never will see again
We had this special type of teacher:
The teacher who's a friend.
I finish this poem with a tear,
Sad that you have to leave,
A better teacher I will not find:
This I truly believe.
AbortionThey killed you before you could see the lightAbortion7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before you could see God's beautiful creation
They killed you against God's strong might
They killed you, God's design, made you a mutilation
God knew you when you were in the womb
And He formed your beautiful face
He gave you life with His breath
He held you in His hands, Grace.
Grace is something we never show today
And it sickens the masses, oh as it should
To think that any kind of murder is okay
Sending out this lie, as Lucifer would
What right had they to kill you
Before your first gasp of air?
What right had they to kill you?
Your rosey cheeks, so fair.
I am pro-life
Because not everyone is allowed a first birthday
MarylandWe aren't northern, we aren't southern:Maryland8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we're just chill.
We can catch, cook, and crack our own crabs
from our own bay.
We are in Maryland, the best state in the USA.
Which means we have..
skiing out west, farm country to the north,
the bay right in the middle, the ocean out to the east,
&& suburbs all over
Take. Your. Pick.
Senior week is not only in Ocean City:
it IS Ocean City.
(It's the drunkest month in America)
We can drink any city/state under the table.
(I.E. We have a better night life than you do!)
The best beer pong players
are all Maryland born and bred.
Here, flip cup is considered a Varsity sport.
Flip or get kicked off the table.
Baltimore has the highest murder rate in the nation.
Don't fuck with us, we'll kill you.
Our governor fights for our right to play slot machines,
`cause we like to gamble.
Towson, Canton, Fed Hill, Fells, Powerplant, and so much more!
So many choices.. so many beers..
again, the best night life
We can either
BooksTo some peopleBooks10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they're just bits of paper
glued to a fragile spine
But to me they are friends
welcoming me at any time
opening up their hearts
to show me their secrets
I laugh with them
I cry with them
they've let me into
the lives of so many
people with fantastic lives
people who have grand adventures
and for a few hours
That I'm just me
Fresh OrangesI tell you not to think too much about it,Fresh Oranges7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its not the color of your lips
or the ivory of your teeth
but the meaning of your smile
and the way you hold your body
like ripe oranges.
I tell you that we all see in pictures
but nobody will see
the stomach butterflies
or last years polaroids.
Nobody will see
your tan lines and fault lines and
Nobody will see
(but Ill know.)
AquariusAquarius8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Symbol: the Water Bearer
Ruling Planet: Saturn / Uranus
Ruling House: Eleventh House
Body Parts: ankles
Date with destiny: Gemini, Libra
Run for the hills: Taurus, Scorpio
Where you glow: in a picket line
What makes you tick: philanthropy
Fitness forecast: yoga
Play date: attending a technology fair
Perfect jobs: environmentalist, computer whiz
Best accessory: a time machine
A sure thing: being original
Destination: Costa Rica
Pleasure: innovation, originality, friends
Pain: conservatism, being categorized, emotional outbursts
Kindness: The humanitarian of the Zodiac, your forward-thinking mentality allows you to develop helpful strategies to cope with trying situations while moving forward in a positive direction.
What's my line? Think outside the box.
I Have HopeI have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I have to remember to breathe every time those words come, I dont want to believe it. I still cant believe it. I remember the first time my counselor looked at me and told me that my depression and anxiety might be something more. Great, I thought, What could possibly be worse than this?I Have Hope7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Firstly, PTSD is not a disorder that only affects our war heroes, though that is what its commonly associated with. My own first thoughts were: isnt that a disorder for war veterans or someone who witnessed war first-hand? The truth is there are many causes for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, for example: witnessing or experiencing incidents, such as mugging, rape, child abuse, drug abuse, illnesses, car accidents, plane crashes, or natural disasters such as hurricanes or earthquakes can all trigger PTSD.
However, not every person who survives a traumatic event develops PTSD, as we all
The MagicA light in every dark,The Magic7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A gleam in every tear,
A song in every lark,
A hope in every fear.
A star in every sky,
A breath in every sea,
A hush in every sigh,
The magic lives in me.
The CrowThe CrowThe Crow7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"People believed that when
someone dies a crow carries
their soul to the land of the dead.
But sometimes, something so bad
happens that a terrible sadness is
carried with it and the soul can't rest.
Then sometimes.... just sometimes
the crow can bring that soul back to
the put the wrong things right."
Classification of CatsClassification of Cats7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Are you blind when you're born? Can you see in the dark?
Can you look at a king? Would you sit on his throne?
Can you say of your bite that it's worse than your bark?
Are you cock of the walk when you're walking alone?
Because Jellicles do and Jellicles can
Jellicles can and Jellicles do
Jellicle cats sing Jellicle chants
Jellicles old and Jellicles new
Jellicle song and Jellicle dance
Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats
-- T.S. Eliot
Creatures of the night, the epitome of grace, natures silent acrobat, the beautiful hunter the Cat is far too complex and independent to force into a small boxed categorization. To understand the mystical divinity of unashamed felinity, one cannot simply group cats into simple trait-based characterizations.
To organize through color that is ridiculous! In all colors from the Russian Blue, to the black Bombay, to the fiery Tabby, these could, perhaps, fit a rough category for blue, black and red
DraculaCenturies I live and forever more,Dracula11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone and forbbiden from light.
Nothing but cold, I stand in shadow,
People frightened by my sight.
A fair lady sees past the pale
And into my still beating heart.
...Could this be love I feel?
What is this beautiful piece of art?
We escaped together hand in hand.
Only now can I experience feeling.
Light may ignite me to ashes,
But her love is there for healing.
Her family and friends disagree.
How could I ever do the things they accuse?
I, too, can experience emotions.
My love, I will not lose.
In the bright of day, they steal her.
Kill her, I could not stop her death.
Rage consumes my eternal soul.
My one and only has lost all breath.
...Track them down.
Kill them all.
My revenge will be felt.
They will surely fall.
Wipe my tears as I smear their blood.
The wall covered with stain.
God is dead, and in his place
The demon defining pain.
Life, Love, LostLightened Love-Lips lying,Life, Love, Lost6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a miserable murder mouth,
in the dark dancer's face,
hands holding the harmony,
shivering safe sanctuary,
enclosed eyes exploding,
Life, Love, Lost!
ii've come to accept these twilight timesi7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
moonlit rythums, songs and rhymes
to hold to true the hoarfrost lights
to accept as boon, both warg and wight.
i've come to know these horizon lines
both those of men and those of time
to nod my head to old songs i knew
the passings of friends, both far and few.
i've come to hope that when darkness dies
and sunlight glows upon closing eyes
to hold the warmth in and bask in rays
never ending, in peaceful days.
Clouded VisionHiding in a stallClouded Vision7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Behind the bathroom door,
The squeaking of the hinges
Throughout the tiled room.
An overflowing trash can
And toilet paper scattered everywhere.
The smell of urine,
Sour, fills the air,
Indifferent to her trembling.
The scent of iron
Mingles with the foul odor,
As crimson drips
Onto the linoleum floor.
Salty tears well up
In her crystal eyes.
Echo from outside.
She bangs her fists
Against the wall,
More crimson puddles
Beneath her feet.
She sinks to her knees,
Letting out a cry.
She can't see,
A firm, gentle hand
Pulls her up,
Wraps her arms with cloth
And drags her
To the nurse's office.
KH2-I WouldKH2-I Would9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You know, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. Not that I'm really supposed to, of course. Xenmas is always getting on us about not thinking and just doing, but you know, you stick around long enough and you just can't help but start to ponder the deeper meanings in life, you know?
Mostly, I've been thinking about life.
Well, ok, not really life, but existence in general, because, really, what does it mean to be alive? Are you only alive if you have a heart? Or is it the consciousness that makes us who we are, that makes us "real"? It's the age old tree falling in the woods question, but that's not usually life or death. Well, maybe for the tree it is, and any flora and fauna that happen to be in the way of the falling tree, but I mean for us. You hear the tree, you don't, life goes on. But the heart? You have a heart, you exist, but if you don't, you're nothing? I'm someone, same as you. I just happen to be nobody in particular. A nobody.
Institutionalized 1 -AkuRoku-Roxas. You have to open up, my psychologist, Vexen Frost, told me with a stern glare directed at me, You have to talk to me. This is not working any longer.Institutionalized 1 -AkuRoku-7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I threw a glance up at him and raised an eyebrow. Why the hell should I talk to him? Why would I tell a total stranger about my feelings? And if I tried to convince him I didn't have problems he'd just sigh and tell me I need to accept that I have problems.
Okay. I do have problems.
A problem with those fuckers working at this place, going around acting like they own the world. Acting like their educations are enough to read people. Acting as if they know us better than we know ourselves. Assholes.
I have a major problem with that kind of people.
Hikari, I snapped at the psychologist, opening my mouth for the first time in twenty minutes. I had refused people to use my father's last name on me since he was the fucker who sent me away here. My mother w