SevenLong forgotten Tales,Seven6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
told again after centuries,
mysteries of life and death,
stars and gods,
resurrecting the old culture
the count of five,
though not alive
The other hand,
the count of seven,
magic number of your life,
caught the plough,
for centuries and decades,
just for one moment
The great experiment,
from the world of souls,
you can return,
when the seven stars,
in the seventh hour,
have the right constellation
Your dreams come true,
black magic lesson's were worth it,
just for one moment
A wedding dress,
panic and fear,
seven stars shining bright,
the jewel glows,
kept by 7 fingers,
resurrected to disappear
Embalment becomes dust,
a dusty wedding dress remains,
to keep your memory alive
I amI may stumbleI am6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I will not fall
I may bow my head
but I will also stand tall
I may not smile
that doesn't mean that I am low
I may not be strong
but I will never be weak
I may not believe
but I will not lose faith
I may not know why
but I will strive for what I believe is right
I may not forget
but I will forgive
I may not win
but I will not accept defeat
the longest tunnel this may seem
but I know the brightest light in the end I will see
Knowing The TruthWhen I began to question my sexuality:Knowing The Truth5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
In 8th grade I had a crush on this guy who was bisexual, later turned out to be gay, but I didn't know that. When in the locker room with my friend I said, "How can someone be bisexual?" She seemed to be offended, so I asked her what was wrong. That was when she informed that she was also bisexual.
Being raised in a household where it is known for a woman to marry a man this came as a shock for me to comprehend. Don't get me wrong, my parents aren't homophobic by any means. I just wasn't exposed to that kind of love or lifestyle at the time. Anyways, after I had a talk with my friend and she told me more about being 'bisexual' I began to question my own feelings.
Curious & Changing:
I was told, "If you can see yourself a long term romantic relationship with a female then you are bisexual." So I began to theorize if that was possible for me. After a couple weeks of thinking I came up with the answer, "I would kis
HeartIt beats, skips, pumps, and jumps.Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It opens and closes.
Goes faster or slower.
It's spontaneous but predictable.
Kind to all and meant for one.
Best of all, you hold that spot.
Look at that, you have my heart.
suicide notedear you,suicide note5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you return one day it'll finally be
too much. you're supposed to love me and
all your doing is killing me slowly. tightening
the rope around my neck until my feet are
dangling twenty feet off the ground. the pictures
i carve into my flesh aren't bringing me comfort
anymore, and i hope you know when you find
my corpse my blood will be dripping off the walls.
i will write you a simple suicide note with
five words and eighteen letters, and it will
this is because of you.
First day in the new schoolLinda told me that would happen. Of course my big sis' was right. I didn' expect anything different. It was the reason why I had to leave my now former school. Why should it be different in an other school?First day in the new school5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She arranged everything for me. Linda was the only one left for me since our parents had the accident. I couldn't imagine life without her too. I'd probably follow her to the other side right away.
She arranged just everything. Spoke to the headmaster and the teachers I would be having. She said they all were fine with it. A beginning. But what would it matter if the teachers were allright with it, if my new classmates wouldn't like me? And probably all the other students?
As said, I expected it. Already when Linda helped me with my corsett that morning. Doing my makeup and styling my hair took me twice as long as usual.
Mrs. Crowley was kind. She defended me. Half of the class got detention after the first lessons. Well, it wasn't actually good for me either. They'd blam
I'm The Girl Who...~~Who Am I?~~I'm The Girl Who...5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm the girl who...
Would rather stay inside
Than go out with her friends
Would watch anime all day long
And never get sick of it
Loves to listen to blaring music
Even if it might make her deaf
Would prefer to stay in on sunny days
To write poems about feelings
Eats and eats and eats
Until she is satisfied
Doesn't care what people think
As long as she does the right thing
Wants to fall in love
But is too afraid to get hurt
Open and BleedingHiding in the dark and bleedingOpen and Bleeding5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Closing myself off from everyone
That might make me hurt again.
Shivering and cold crying on the floor
My wounds wide open and exposed while chained to the floor
Can't stop the bleeding can't stop the pain.
Left to cry in the dark forever
Never to see the light again
Throat closed up with no words left to me
Eyes tightly closed so there is only darkness.
A noise in the dark soft and sweet
A voice coming closer seeming safe and pure
Begins to reach out but pulls back for fear of being hurt again.
Sweet whispers of safety and warm in her voice
The wounds begin to heal pain begins to subside
My heart begins to yearn for compassion and love
I fight against my chains wishing I could break free.
Warmth, security, love, compassion
Fighting for release, fighting for this voice
My eyes open nothing but light and a sweet face with a beautiful smile
Happy loving sigh envelopes my entire body as my chains release themselves.
She cups my face and sweetly kisses my li
Hollow HugsDon't tell me I'm special,Hollow Hugs5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unless you mean it.
Don't whisper you love me,
Until you can scream it.
Don't make me feel happy,
And then throw me away.
Don't tell me you hate me,
Because I am gay.
Don't call me unnatural,
An abomination of God.
It's your hate, your anger,
You, that is odd.
I like boys,
And I love men,
Because I am gay;
I've always been.
Those two words.My cheeks are getting red, I feel it.Those two words.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm biting at my lip- a childhood nervous habit I can't quit- until my sister gives me a solid glare as if say "Wtf. Stop it."
And I do.
My heart skips a beat as I think of those words.
The words I'll be saying soon.
I'm nervous. No.. Excited?
I bow my head, trying to hide my cheeks, again.
I toy with my curls a bit.
All down. No straightened bangs I used to have as a teen.
I loved them, but you always said you loved my curls.
And, hell, I always wanted what you wanted.
I hear faint scrapes of chair on the ground, pulling me out of my own head.
I look up to see everyone turning their heads to the back.
I hear "Romeo and Juliet(Love Theme)" playing softly in the background.
That means it's time.
I never really thought this day would come.
My parents will forever laugh at me.
Those times I said in such a bratty tone:
"I NEVER get married!"
How wrong I was.
But, it's not like they were pretty acurate eit
Ode to You - 'Not' love letterI've told you you're pretty, I've told you you're smart, I've told you you're pleasant, but have I ever told you HOW MUCH?Ode to You - 'Not' love letter5 years ago in Letters More Like This
You're not just pretty. You're darn beautiful to me. Your eyes have that deepness that makes anyone fall in love with them. They're deep, but luminous. Even when you're sad, their light never fades. Your reddish cheeks make you look like a child, like an adult who never grew up. Your smile can make anyone smile with you. Not me. Your smile makes me want to cry because it's not real. One day I'll change that, so it doesn't matter.
Your body is so small, so curvy. It should look frail, but it doesn't. It shows you've got talent for sports and that you are a hard worker. I will not mention how sexy you can look, because that you already know.
You're not just smart, you're clever, intelligent. You know about things that "normal" teens don't even care about, or even know they exist. You make teachers feel embarrassed for not knowing what you know. Of course, you don't h
I amI am in third grade.I am5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I like a boy in my class, all the others are icky. Girls are better than them.
I am in forth grade.
Some boys are cute, most are weird. I learn I like girls. I feel scared and alone.
I am in fifth grade.
Only some boys are ok, alot are weird. I like a girl in my class. I tell a 'friend'. Rumors spread.
I am in sixth grade.
Boys are weird. I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian. I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian.I am a lesbian.I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian.
I am 14 years old. And I don't know how to say anything to anyone.
I just need to tell you.
I am a lesbian.
My heart, in thou handsMy heart, in thou hands5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My heart, in thy hands,
Thou hast ripped from my chest,
The blood, as it drips from between thy bloody fingers.
My heart, in thy hands,
Tattered and torn,
I thank thee now, for the end of all my pain, and all my suffering,
I thank thee now, for the ending of my pitiful life.
Dost affect thou, that thou hast stole my heart, from my bloody chest, thus killing me?
Dost affect thou in the slightest? Dost affect thou, that thou hast murdered me?
I thank thee...I thank thee now, that thou hast ended my suffering...I thank thee...
timelessForever isn't long enough,timeless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I'm with you.
Our love is eternal,
But that you knew
This time is linear,
I wish it never end.
We see the dimensions,
You make them bend.
You ask me the question,
And you know too.
Forever isn't long enough,
When I'm with you
What are Words...What are words but chances to misunderstand?What are Words...8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What are opportunities but chances to fail?
These are the thoughts of the pessimistic,
who fall before the end of their tail.
What are words but chances to make a point?
What are opportunities but chances to make up?
These are the thoughts of the optimistic,
which on fulfillment they sup.
Valentine's ChocolateI sigh deeply as I look at the person in front of me.Valentine's Chocolate5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's one of my closest friends, Jay, and she suddenly popped a question about Valentine's chocolates.
Yes a rather random and surprising question.
...At least she's a person I can trust, right?
"So, Valentine's day's almost near, eh? Are you planning on giving anyone chocolates?" she asks me, her voice happy and somewhat smug. The look on her face was one of her Ha-I-know-that-I'm-tormenting-you-right-now. Plus-I'm-only-doing-this-to-annoy-you looks.
...Of course, it had to be on this very sensitive subjects, yes? Well, she is that type of person... She just doesn't recognize it that much. ha, also makes her the lovable git she is, but anyways....
"Why the hell should I answer that, dammit?"
"Becauuuseee.... We're friends right?" she says, with a huge grin on her face.
I look at her and sigh once more.
Apparently, she wasn't wearing the school uniform. It's not an infraction here at the high school though.
She wore a pink shi
poem-essay of my loveWaiting, in the room I grew up in, while you are out, getting to know the ones I love.poem-essay of my love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting for you to come home, well, the one I used to call when I didn't love you.
Waiting, I am so scared right now, needing to know if they know why I love you.
Waiting while everyone sleeps, or whispers about you and me and what we are.
Waiting, and I am going insane, it's too hard to think about anything else but you my love.
Waiting while I try to finish that poem, the one about me being stupid and ignorant.
WAITING SUCKS ASS!!!
So I wrote the words that describe how I felt while trying to finish the poem.
Writers block, writers block, writers block, writers block, writers block, writers block.
WAIT A SECOND!!!!
But not for fixing my writers block for that poem, but that's how I came up with this one.
So here goes an experimental poem, which the whole waiting thing was an introduction to.
Also, lets see if I can finish before you get back.
As I sit here, waiting in the room of my chil
ash coloredSo there's this boyash colored5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I know
and he has the cutest smile
the gentlest eyes
the littlest shoulders
and a resonating laugh
he makes me smile and
I feel like
that's all that matters
he lives in a yellow house
like sunshine and
(my house is gray)
sometimes I wish he and I could just
sort ourselves out - but that's too bad
because this world isn't simple like black
it's complicated - and actually
Oh what to do what to doTell me what is a girl to doOh what to do what to do5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the one she loves
who shares her feelings
says this wont work.
I could hold her
I could kiss her
I could whisper in her ear
All the sweet nothings I've always wanted to say to her.
I can't help but love her
with what we've said to each other
all the cute moments we've had
with the secrets that were passed between one another.
How i wish i could hold her
hear her sigh and moan when i touch her
to hear her laugh when i do something adorable
to see her smile when i say something cute in her ear.
I wonder what it feels like to run my fingers through her hair
to run my fingers across her skin
to feel her lips on mine
to just be near her.
I wish so much that i could do all these things
for these and more
but alas it will never be
for we live in two different worlds.
Be Who You areI've always wanted to be different,Be Who You are5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The guy with the Mohawk,
The guy with the weird religion,
The guy with the weird taste in music,
The guy who didn't fit in.
But sometimes I would be "the wrong kind of different".
The guy who was awkward as hell so they all hated him,
The guy who wanted to call you cute making you think he is a creep,
The guy who didn't want to say the wrong things so you wouldn't hate him,
The guy who wasn't really there.
Other times I wanted to be "your right kind of right"
The guy who called you a gay fag because everyone else was saying it,
The guy who repressed his true identity in order to be like you,
The guy who was always made fun of because you knew he just wanted to be your friend,
The guy who took too much shit and almost killed himself because of it,
The guy who shouldn't have been.
But what I eventually realized that I should be the right kind of different.
The guy who didn't give a fuck what anyone else said about him,
The guy who said you were stupid
Myself, unforgivableMaybe you want to chance meMyself, unforgivable5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turn my world,
make this person I am
Something different, you see
Because you don't accept
Or my choices
Or me, as the one I am
You tell me about laws
Tell me, how wrong I am
How unforgivable "myself" is
How I should be someone
Someone else, at least
But you don't care about me
My existence is a burden for you
And everything for you
Is nothing to me
I'm a girl, who wants to be loved
I'm a boy, whose parents beat him to dead
I'm this woman, who died because of you
I'm this man, who has to fear all the time
And I'm your daughter, who fell in love
And I'm your son, whose boyfriend saved him from you
And your mother, who didn't want to hurt you
And your father, who is not that strong
And I could be you
When I'm too afraid to hold my loved one
And you are me
When you have to cry yourself to sleep
I'm a person
As everyone else
And I might believe in God
And he will forgive me
Because I won't be a sin
As this me I am
So if you
It's Natural to Feel LonelyDid you knowIt's Natural to Feel Lonely5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I am a snowflake?
I am small and fragile.
I think carefully
and act erratically.
Oftentimes I can't think any straighter than I can fall
while being blown about by November winds etcetera.
I say things I don't mean
and I mean things I don't say.
I am slow to anger but prone to melting.
Did you know
that I am a snowflake?
Sometimes I am insignificant.
But it doesn't prevent me
from being anything less
Words can killOne day my crushWords can kill7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
came up to me
"I hate you!"
It seemed like a joke
so I say,
"Don't say that! Cause if you do... I'll die..."
Excited at this
"Whatever you say..."
I say, concerned.
"Prove it to me!
"I'd rather not..."
Instead the boy looks into her eyes
without even listening to what she said,
"I hate you! I wish you would die now!"
So as he commanded
she dropped down,
her heart just stopped beating.
She loved him so much
those simple words
broke her heart in half.
Later in the hospital
the doctors claim
it was a heart attack
but that boy knows it was love...
for right after she dropped dead
he realized how much
he actually loves her.
His heart skipped a beat,
as he felt terrible.
So he held her in his arms,
their hands together,
closed his eyes,
and took his last breath.
They were found,
together in one
but on one knows
the true story...