burnt toast and cold porridgeI wake every morning
To burnt toast and cold porridge.
My parents are too busy arguing notice (or care about) me not eating.
I change for school every morning
Arranging my hair
So it hides the bruises over my temple.
I walk to school every morning
Either we havent got money for gas
Or mums sweeping up broken plates instead.
I smile every morning
As I see my friends debating
Whether I'm lying or not, as I say I'm fine.
I play every lunch time
Gratefully accepting food when the others see I have none.
I walk home every after noon
Dreading the moment I open the door (you know its bad
When you can't wait to get back to school, and away from your family).
I eat dinner every night
A few stale uncooked tacos, sitting on my bed
Wondering what mums done now to make dad over turn the dinner table.
I creep down the hall every night
Just to check no-one is lying unconscious (or dead) when the shouting stops
And the silence takes over.
My dad grabs me every night
TrivialYou're beautiful, you know.Trivial5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even though you won't see it
Because pride is unbecoming
(not to mention a deadly sin
But you don't concern yourself
You're incredibly bright, you know,
You need to forget about your shadows,
Seeping from beneath locked doors.
They're really just
Compared to the rainbow
That glistens beneath your skin.
You're too sweet, you know.
Your goofy grin holds
More sugar than can be healthy
Don't worry, though,
I've got a sweet tooth.
Pity I can't afford to pay
For filling in all the cavities you'll leave
In my hea-
You're strong, you know.
Unafraid to jump in mud puddles or
Change lives or other
That make my day
You've make your mark:
Solid and dark. It's more than
To me. (It's on me - )
But then again
I'm not exactly
A factor in your success-o-meter
Just a trifle.
I love you, you know.
But nobody is more ignorant than you
When it comes to enjoying the little things,
Even if the little th
I promise.When you feel youve lost yourself,I promise.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you think youre ever bound
To where theres no-one else to help,
When youre sure you wont be found,
Ill keep on searching for you.
When you know youll never win,
If you say youd rather die,
If you feel like giving in,
If your energys drained dry,
Ill keep on fighting for you.
If you arent able to cope
With being optimistic on your own,
When youve given up all hope
On any dreams youd ever known,
Ill keep on hoping for you.
If you no longer care bout anything,
When youre being left behind,
If you try to let go of everything
When you feel time rushing by,
Ill keep on holding on to you.
When the rain is pouring down,
And your face is streaked with tears,
When your world is crumbling all around,
If youre succumbing to all your fears,
Ill keep on being there for you.
out of tune.♪♫out of tune.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember when
I used to play connect the dots
With your beauty marks and
I could make picture perfect sheet music
Audible to those on the other side of sanity
I read your voice's musical notes
With the composers eye, and
Beethoven's ear and
For the very first time I heard my song.
The melody that sung me from oblivion;
Mental images of finest tunes
Are what I've been nodding my head to lately,
And every now and then
I find the amiable notes in my seldom plucked heart strings -
Out of tune from misuse
But either way, it doesn't matter
You refuse to learn how to play.
At least, not with me.
Belief is for...I know I'll keep coming back.Belief is for...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know I must be crazy.
This is ridiculous, to the point of patheticality, insanity, lovedoesn'texist,
I might as well believe in the Easter bunny;
You're not going to change.
I know I'll keep coming back.
Collecting scars like stamps,
Hoarding them like I do my death-wishes.
I know I've deviated from innocent curiosity
To a secretly raging masochistic wannabe;
I'll show my desperately flailing failing faltering self,
Once I've really truly realised you're not going to change.
I know I'll keep coming back.
I know you'll attempt to understand,
But I hate to see you waste energy on the unimportant.
Keep on preaching; tell me I'm not remarkably flawed,
I might as well believe in self-worth. Self-preservation.
Self-preservation? Are you kidding? I might as well believe in love...
CensureMy forced smileCensure5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and tears down
the walls of my
August 8th, 2010
Predictable, aren't we...Let's come to a conclusion already;Predictable, aren't we...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You and I both find gratitude in the dimming refraction,
And we're both insane at times, delirious at best,
I remember nights we'd watch the sky
with curiosity in wandering eyes,
But the burst of clarification,
Never settles well in our stomachs
Nor our disguises
When we experience emotional needs,
We scatter to opposite ends,
Writhing in anticipation over this passion that never bends
Now were both on separate plains,
Prancing around with desires for a new face, a new taste,
And someone new's attention,
Just, (and) maybe,
One day you and I would be at arm's length
And no longer distracted by the width of our blindsides.
in the rain just for tonightI can feel the rainin the rain just for tonight6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Falling on my upturned face
I lie outside and ignore my pain
Sweeping my mind of any trace
Of thoughts I'd rather not face
Soaked through to the bone
Shivering in the cold
Still I'm not going home
Not until I'm told
That the damage done to my battered soul
Can be repaired; but that wont be tonight
Please cleanse me, now, wash away my fears
Cold and wet mingling with my tears
The rain keeps calling for me to stay
My spirits keep falling further away
Far deeper down then what they
Have ever fallen, before tonight
The rain pounds harder as thunder roars
Yet there is still nothing that I want more
Than to lie here, in the wet, in the cold,
In the rain
Just for tonight
love, lust.love, lust.love, lust.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hold me, please.
10 reasons Religion is Immoral1) You can't question faith.10 reasons Religion is Immoral5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The religious texts are believed despite mountains of evidence against them- If they were anything other than 'Holy' they would be sitting next to Harry Potter and Twilight right now. 'Because God said so' or 'Because I have faith' does not prove anything, anymore than me believing in Dragons because I saw one on a Welsh Flag and my flatmate told me the DO exist. It is also completely illogical for a society which relies in science to have such an attitude, I know enough from my boring statistics work that you need a LOT of evidence just to say 'this does not disprove the hypothesis'. But if I say 'you don't get healed by magic water' I'm ganna go to hell.
2) It stands in the way of scientific discoveries and evidence.
Religion prevents real science from being developed and understood by a significant amount of society, such as Geneses being taught in schools as fact, and Darwin being given as much regard as a crazy homeless man shouting in the street.
Substitute Non-Believerfor the teacher who doesnt believeSubstitute Non-Believer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
have you ever drowned
in April showers
along side the Robins
and the sluggish worms
plunging their pink heads
through the earth?
have you constructed
a person in your
only to find
have you awoken
from a dream
and would kill
to go back
have you reflected
in a silver spoon or
a pair of
have you been
were you ever a child
eating ice cream
in the sun?
have you ever held
a fresh and
spineless.sometimes i put my handspineless.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to my back and trace my spine
just to make sure its still there.
i will never grow up,
never be beautiful enough,
never pull that haze of
green smoke into or away
from my chest.
that is your home,
and i regret to say that
i have lost your eviction
im terribly sorry for the
way you still make me bleed
silent screams biting
their way over my tongue;
im terribly sorry,
but how the fuck can i
stop loving you when i cant
forget you long enough to look
in the mirror and see you in the
you tell me in no (un)certain words
that i am not anything to you,
and i just nod and smile,
just clutch my insides and cry
when you cant see me
because what the fuck else
is there to do.
i am not a bashful soul
i am not afraid to grab you
by the wrists and not let
go until you love me back
but if i had any less backbone
id be dead.
LiesThe worst thing about lying is notLies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the fact that you are lying to others,
but that you are lying to yourself.