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SuicideShe was artsy.Suicide3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was odd.
She was a victim of the mob.
No one liked her.
No one cared.
They'd make fun or sit and stare.
She didn't cry.
She didn't fight.
She just let them take her rights.
A month went on,
And then one more.
All of their ridicules, alone she bore.
It all built up,
Until one night.
The "bulb" went off- she saw false light.
She chose her fate,
Then and there.
No one would miss her, since no one cared.
Schizophreniavoices, voicesSchizophrenia3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
all around
they're in my head
they haunt me down
i scream and yell
but they don't go away
i plead and beg
night and day
laughter, laughter
flooding my ears
i go hysterical
i begin shedding tears
grunting in frustration
anger rushes through my veins
i want to be in control
but i cant seem to grab the reigns
taunting, taunting
everywhere i go
fear sets in
my panic shows
what is this curse
it besets me forever
i want to be normal
but i wont, no never
Just One of Many 2 years ago in Flowers, Trees & Plants
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Frozen Water4 years ago in Geology
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Now, Forever, and AlwaysHold my face in your hands,Now, Forever, and Always1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
those big, strong hands.
You make
Me feel so safe and secure,
like nothing can break me again.
You
Now hold my heart,
which beats faster and faster as you caress my skin.
Your touch
Forever soothes my soul,
my broken soul
And now I am sure of one thing,
that I will love you
Always.
Diary of a CutterMy mind is confused, drained to the max.Diary of a Cutter1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Life is hell and I can't relax.
Some days I cry, some days I scream.
I no longer remember how to dream.
My skies are dark, far from light blue.
The rainclouds are constant, just like my doom.
No one understands, no one cares.
This can't be cured with a hug or teddy bears.
So I pick you up, my trusted friend.
I think it's time to bond, once again.
Make your brand, harmonize with my skin.
No one can free me from this sin.
Don't Worry, Be Happy1 year ago in Food and Drink
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I Do Not Give UpYou asked.I Do Not Give Up3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I gave.
You said, "Go run a mile."
So I ran two.
If you expect perfection,
you will always lose.
You will lose at the game of life.
I can not give perfection,
so I do not bother to offer it.
But.
I do go the extra mile.
Life is not about meeting expectations,
but rather aiming higher than mediocre.
Perfection is not meeting those higher-than-average expectations.
Perfection is an internal thing.
Perfection is aiming high just because you know you can.
Perfection is trying, even though it is impossible to reach the goal.
You say, "Go run a mile."
So,
I will go run two.
Zodiak 4 months ago in Domesticated Animals
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Afternoon Stroll3 years ago in Expressive
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Like Trees2 years ago in Landscapes
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Six Months to LiveSo I'm sitting in this cafe, at one of those little round tables. It's snowing outside, but I'm warm with my snugly, knitted scarf that's wrapped around my neck. I'm sipping my peppermint mocha latte when a tall man wearing a black suit comes up to my table. He pulls up a chair, obviously inviting himself to join me. "Hello," he says, "I am here on a mission from God." I sit expressionless, wondering what kind of crack-head like him can afford a nice suit. I wonder if he killed a man to steal it. "As of today, you have exactly six months to live. Spend your time wisely." Before I can question the man, he disappears into thin air.Six Months to Live3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So
Autumn is a Beautiful Death 4 years ago in Other
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DanceGasp in. Hear nothing but the pounding of my heart. Feel nothing but the pulses beating through my body. The rhythm and the flow feel like electric shocks surging through my body. It seems endless, repeating over and over. Chills run through my body, yet I'm hot on fire. I feel the flames inside of me, pounding on my chest to be released with passion. My sweat is heavy, but I don't care. Panting, moving, panting, grinding. I see no one around me; I am oblivious. My body aches, tired. But I can't stop, not now. Just when I think I'm finished, I realize I have only begun.Dance3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Cheyennea sleepless nightCheyenne3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-i'm thinking about you.
i don't know why you had to be the victim of horrid parents
they disgust me entirely.
it's not fair to you
you listen to me, babygirl, and listen closely
you are special
you are beautiful
you are the best thing that ever happened to me, and
you are loved.
so whenever you feel like no one cares
or whenever you ask why mommy doesn't come see you,
you just remember that i love you.
just close your eyes and pretend i am holding you,
singing you our favorite song
or whispering "i love you a million hugs and kisses" into your ear
babygirl, your mommy may not come see you
or tuck you in
Stepping Stones 4 years ago in Landscapes
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Leaves On Top4 years ago in Other
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i promise.i'm coming home. i promise.i promise.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
she slumps against the chilly wall by her bed and surveys the piles of photographs in front of her.
she's sorted them into piles of happiness, and... happiness.
she covers her mouth with her hand as a sob escapes her lips. her eyes clamp shut as the sound echoes all around the empty room, bouncing back to her, saying; i promise, i promise.
her nails dig into her knees as she scrambles to find something to hold on to. she could hold on to steel bars, crumbling rock, or fading tendrils of smoke, but she holds on to the blinding images of his face that fly back and forth through her head. her nails leave marks on
The World Is A Dangerous Place3 years ago in Conceptual
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Please Come Home3 years ago in Other
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ApparentlyNow I know you may say otherwiseApparently3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I really was brokenhearted
It wasn't just a play, a ploy
No, I don't suppose you'll ever understand...
I am not a picky girl
It's not like I asked you for a lot
I wasn't one of those bitches who took you for a ride,
and then demanded or ran
Was it asking too much to lay my head on your chest
and cry?
No, I didn't think so...
Is it really that hard to see what's inside without being inside?
Well, I should hope not...
Did I really upset that much by wanting to hear
"baby, you're beautiful"
after a long day,
whether I looked it or not?
Apparently,
because we didn't last.
A Fool's Miseryoh sweet ignorance!A Fool's Misery3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
they say you are bliss
but are you?
i plucked you, i tasted you
and after i chose you
you spread through my veins like wildfire
and i just wanted out
you gagged and choked me
until i vomited and spit you up
i removed the blinders from my eyes
why give myself fool's gold
for a higher price than the real deal?
Sta.sh
