Going InsaneThe Blood flowsGoing Insane2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bring many a tear
Screaming in pain
As you go insane
They try to forget
So many upset
No Good Morrow
Cross My Heart with StitchesYou break my heart,Cross My Heart with Stitches2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rip my chest open with your bare hands,
You grab the only living organ that you broke.
But you had to pick the pieces up individually,
One by one, piece by piece,
You bring out my broken heart.
You find the largest needle,
The longest piece of thread.
My heart may be out of my body,
I still feel the pain.
You put my heart together like a jigsaw,
But is that all you see?
Or do you see it broken?
You start to stitch my heart,
The pain trickled through my body,
The pain was unbearable,
I try to scream but nothing comes out.
I see the pattern of stitches on my heart,
The crosses are diminutive.
There are s
StruggleMy hands are tied, holding the whole world.Struggle2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I drop the world, I smash and break everyone.
But I struggle to be a part of that world,
So I have my very own place, in my mind.
Takes me places, places I have never seen of myself.
But my world is empty.
Alone. Not a whisper in sight.
That's the problem I have,
I am isolated,
Have no one to talk to, so my sanity is on the line,
Will I lose it and never find it again...
But that is a risk I am willing to take.
No matter what,
I will struggle to fit into everyone else's world.
ScreamMy scream pierced the dark sky,Scream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart raced faster than 1000 miles per hours.
Running for my life, trying to get out of this nightmare.
The fear hit me in the face, hearing the "I told you so's".
Sprinting away from the one that I love, breaks my heart.
Anger charged through me,
I screamed and screamed until my lungs were collapsing.
Tears filled my eyes, remember all the brilliant times.
I remember looking into his eyes,
The softness and love but in the blink of an eye,
The black abyss of nothing but cruelty and fury.
I keep running until I finally escape the nightmare.
Sitting up on my bed, panting I looked up,
And there whe
Hands"You have such wonderful hands, you should play piano."Hands3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Her hands are not those of a musician, they are of an artist. Those longs fingers are meant to hold pens, not pluck strings. Fingertips that are meant to be covered in ink, and be hitting keys with letters and numbers, not to be holding down strings.
The pen starts as scribbles on paper; the blue ink is left on the wrong side of the red margin. She writes with a purpose, not to be praised. She doesn't want people she knows to read her pieces most of the time anyways. The words flow faster than her long fingers can carry the pen, resulting in awful handwriting, with loops where there sh
New KidWe always leave out the new shy kidNew Kid3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Whether we mean to or not
Is another question
The lonely new kid sits all alone
In a corner of his
The new kid has no one to talk to and is
Too quiet to ask for anyone's help
Even though he might
Need it the most.
The new kid is quiet, so silent, can't hear him breathe
Or maybe he's not really there in the classroom
Standing beside me like it's nothing
Maybe he's only in my mind.
BittersweetI see a face emerge from the mists of the lostBittersweet3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And then I begin to wonder how I went wrong.
How could I have ever loved someone as sweet as you
When all you really did was push me away and make me feel blue?
I feel as faint as a ghost stuck inside of my life
I want to throw it all away with one slice of a knife.
My vision is becoming blurry from the sight
I want to scream a pitiful fright.
I want to taste you just one more
And then I'd slide onto the blood stained floor.
I can't let you go without reminding
What a beautiful song you can sing.
Sing our song, just one more time
Then you can lose me in the pantomime.
This is my las
Unattainable BeautyUnattainable Beauty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pitying smile.
A toss of golden locks and a trickle of laughter.
They tease me, disgust me, draw me in, conquer me. Every time I see that face, everything stops but me and her,
Everyone that knows her says she's beautiful, smart, maybe a little stuck up, but only in good fun.
She's a good girl, they say. She wouldn't know someone like you,
and she doesn't need to.
She's too god for you, they say. And she is. She's too good for someone like me. But I can't just pretend she doesn't exist either.
A halloween dance. I'm the Joker, and she's just a sweet fairy -
Who am I ?who am i?Who am I ?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the darkness lurking behind the shadows, feeding on your deepest insecurities.
I'm the creaking floor boards under your feet, forcing you to double take your surroundings.
I'm the heavy breathing on the other end of the line, that makes you dismember the phone into pieces when im gone.
I'm the blood pouring from your wrist, telling you just one more cut and you'll be fine.
I'm the wind whistling in your ear calling your name, hello hello, but you never answer.
I'm the knife you pick up and put down, for fear that death is worse then breathing.
I'm the disease that blackens your body, forcing your brain to swell
Welcome to the world.Solemn Serenity.Welcome to the world.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All a sick part of reality.
Hating MyselfI hate myself,Hating Myself2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything, is my fault
Everything, I ruin
Everything, I do is not the right thing.
I hate myself
I do not know who I am anymore,
Ask myself why I do that?
Do I ruin everything?
Is it always my fault?
Can I not get it right?
Want to cut myself;
Want to die;
Jump out of my bedroom window, strangle
How can I stop myself from doing all those things?
HeartlessDarkness enters my heart,Heartless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Circling the pain, that cannot be erased or healed.
The darkness attacks with a venomous bite.
I cannot breathe, black spots dancing in front of my eyes.
The pain from my heart amplifies,
My chest has been forced open,
My heart has been taken away,
Taken or not the pain is for life.
I fall to the ground gasping, holding my chest,
Tears streaming down my face.
I close my eyes and imagine what happiness really is.
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Too Much Pain To Deal WithI was okay all day long, but then it came to a certain point where I GAVE INToo Much Pain To Deal With3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I GAVE INTO THE MADNESS
THE DESPAIR AND
All the pain anyone has ever caused me had finally eserted me for THE NEXT GIRL
WHO CAN'T STAND UP
WHO DOESN'T CARE
WHO WANTS TO DIE
The tears can't stop no mtter how hard I might push them back DAY AFTER DAY
THE PAIN OF MY HEART
IS BECOMING FAR
I want to cry into the night and beg for my life to be simple just ONCE MORE
I TAKE THE BLADE OVER
MY FLESH AGAIN
All of my cries have been silenced by people who said they cared but they LEFT ME
BEHIND TO DEAL WITH IT ALL AND NO THERE'S
Putting Her DownGiving up slowly on myself ..when all my sense of who I am disappearing from my mind. I lose control of my every touch towards my life. Every thought is over thought concerning all my actions. Did I do something right or did I do something wrong again. Heading near my lover brings sharp pains all over my body. Like my loved ones are striking me with blades of hate. I take hold of the wall but I just lose my grasp and fall down unable to get up. I become helpless; they bring out there guns and shoot me in the heart until my heart is in pieces. Everything hurts if something doesn't hurt...it soon will now my blood runs cold fromPutting Her Down3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The Night Before ChristmasT'was the night before Christmas, and torture abound,The Night Before Christmas3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a one knows the day, not man nor hound.
The children were hung in the dungeon with care,
In hopes that the undertaker soon would be there.
The infants were nestled all snug in their coffins,
While visions of carnage danced in their noggins.
And she with her dagger, and he with his blade,
Had just settled the score, both to rest had been laid.
When out on the terrace there arose such a wail,
He sprang from the dead to see what caused the gale.
Away to the slaughterhouse he flew like lightning,
Tore open the window, his excitement heightening.
The moon on the breast of the ne
WristsIf my wrists could tell a their feelings,Wrists4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I wonder what they would say,
That they've been abused so long,
They are not used to no pain,
If my wrists could tell a story,
It would be one told aroun campfires,
To scare both young and old,
More than ghosts or vampires,
If my wrists inspired a movie,
It would be rated R,
Cuz you dont want to know,
The story behind each scar,
If my wrists could paint a picture,
It would be sliver, red, and white,
One that you could stare at for hours,
Yet give shivers at first sight,
If my wrists could write a song,
It would be an Instrumental,
That few could ever listen to,
It could turn the h