Strong silent typeSadness sings through my lack of sound.Strong silent type4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Screaming through my voiceless cries.
An ache to tell you what it's like, this silence
This silence, it burns, stabs, stings my soul.
A choice to end it, just one word and it's gone.
But tears will come and go, just like they do.
The strength to keep this going may appear only once.
Silence is a virtue. Awaiting the strong, to stop and listen.
Awaiting the sure, to find themselves in the lack of words and sound.
Friends' RomanceThe distance between us will soon be far,Friends' Romance4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Although we try not to think of such things
For neither of us desire to mar
The happiness our togetherness brings.
Please don't now talk of how I'll soon be gone
For you have my soul here and now on loan.
And if despite that you cannot be strong
Maybe neither could I leave you alone.
So if you cannot walk life's lonely road
Without me to give you my protection
Then take it until my heart is hollowed;
Until I am just a pale reflection.
We've taken a hastily chosen chance;
We may continue our friendly romance.
I Love Who You Have BecomeYou've been a creep,I Love Who You Have Become4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you've been a freak;
the baddest you could have been.
You've been a liar,
You've been a crier;
the weakest you could have been.
You've been a cheater,
You've been a beater;
the cowardice in you hath been shown,
but now you're a dreamer,
a doer and a believer,
and you've shown how much you've grown.
You.Me.When you say Love,You.Me.4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I say hate.
When you say its fixed,
I say its broken.
When you say forever,
i say apart.
When you say smile,
I look down at what's left
of a damaged heart.
If you hold my hand,
I'll pull away.
When you said crashed,
i said to the floor.
When you say remembered,
I say forgotten.
When you say reckless,
I say free.
When your last words
were "she's a freak",
I said remember I'm just me.
A new beginningA new beginning4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Darkness. No sound, light, air.
In a cacoon of worries, overwhelming tasks of the future
Not realizing the things said, done, and did.
Regrets, grievances; fear of then, now, and will be.
To wipe these overwhelming sensations away, such a relief.
To break out to this cacoon, to see light, breathe air, to listen, to feel again.
Such wonderful accomodations brought forth from this new begining.
Opening arms wide, basking in the sun, screaming through relief.
Everything fresh, new, different.
A pleasing sensation, seeing and feeling so differently.
This new beginging marks a new life of no worries, fears, unappealing tasks.
But a blissfull, carefree life.
It Hurts When...It hurts when people, you don'tIt Hurts When...4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Fully know try to change you,
But when they say "get over it"...
Its like a bloody war going from your
Head and darkling your broken heart.
How would i get over that?
Its just life lessons?
Its just a change?
How many "changes" and "life lessons"
Will i go though before life understands I
Was never meant to even be here.
...all the garden's flowers.Trans is being a weed among flowers....all the garden's flowers.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Many people hate weeds.
They view them as an eyesore.
They view them as a nuisance.
They view them as a danger to the surrounding flowers.
People forget that weeds are plants too.
Struggling to grow,
Struggling to survive,
Struggling to thrive
In a world that says, "You are unwanted."
Just as there will always be flowers, there will always be weeds.
I am a weed among flowers.
I am persistent.
Go ahead; try to pull me out
I will keep coming back.
My roots are solid.
Go ahead; try to stomp me down
I will return stronger.
I will not die easily.
Why, don't you see?
You do want me around
You need me to help you.
When you are exhausted, worn out, and wish your life was more
I am that dandelion.
The one you place you secret hopes and dreams upon.
These weeds are flowers too.
And sometimes even you notice that.
You only refuse to acknowledge that we are all the garden's flowers.
FreedomWe can save poor animals looked in cagesFreedom4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But we can't save ourselves
Animals have the right to freedom
But we complain when we are treated like animals
We shout for freedom
But we are ignored
We scream for escape
But we are not heard
Freedom is playing a game with no rules
Freedom is building something without instructions
Freedom is watching a movie with no advertisements
So why can't we live a life like this
Why are we trapped in a massive dome?
Why are we being told what to do,
If we are old enough to make our decisions
How much longer can we go on?
Screaming and raving about freedom
And being unheard
EmotionlessI sit here and stare at this pen in my hand,Emotionless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For it to do something, anything!
But for what seems like an age it's just sat there,
On the page.
It used to be so easy.
I never used to have to think.
Words would just fly, from my hand
To the page.
Almost like the pen was possessed.
But lately it just sits there.
Maybe it's because in me there's nothing there.
I gave it all away you see.
You took all emotion away from me.
Now I sit there,
Like the pen...
The pen shifts.
I gasp, and breathe out.
It was a twitch, a memory.
I'm still just a shell.
Emotionless. Like the pen always was.
But only now. Seems to be.
i'm gonna fill this whisky cupi would like to set the record straight.i'm gonna fill this whisky cup4 years ago in Letters More Like This
i am not beautiful. scars are not beautiful when they are not self-inflicted or from some poetic-sounding injury. they do not bring back memories, they do not make me reminisce. they are not pretty, or shiny, or interestingly-shaped.
they are not from a skin-deep cry for help, or from a surgery to fix a heart that is poetically desribed as broken. they are not from someone dropping a rock on my head, who i later fell in love with and married and lived happilyeverafter.
my scars are from when my mom was downing wine and sulking around the house, unaware of me in her still-flat stomach. that is not beautiful. that is not poetic. that is not mind-boggling or thought-provoking. that is just human error.
i am not beautiful. i am not a silver lily or scattered marbles or footprints on the beach. i am not these things that people write long, beautiful stories about that make you cry at the end or in the middle or all the way through. i am not strange e
InnocenceI see me writing on this paper.Innocence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Praying for some savior.
Wishing to intake her,
And save her
From a world so,
I dont know how we wrought this?
All the love she brought us
I feel like im killing myself
Just killing myself.
Just to pray for some help
Id give it all just to have
Because its all that assures me
Its worth all that hurts me.
Id give you my heart
And id let you just hold it.
Id give you my soul
But i already sold it.
I remember brown eyes
So sad in blue skies.
Im so sick of the fight.
I wont breath, unless you breath.
I wont be, unless you be.
I wont bleed, unless you bleed.
Until im gone and i can sleep again.
WalkingI rose this morningWalking3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To find myself human
And I, being thus,
Took a path from where I lay,
Brushing aside brambles and branches
In my journey that day.
The figures I passed
On that road were many,
Most walked as I did,
Though a few, being mournful
Passed me by, walking once again
Over footsteps already made.
They soon passed into shadow,
Far, far behind,
Their keening travelled oddly
Amidst boughs and leaves
Being distorted, changed:
A child's cry.
Patches of sunlight
Dripped over starved and parched minds
And souls, a welcome relief
Before plunging, once again,
Into solumn, stately marches
Forging paths and half-paths
A wall of shadow stood,
A sentinal, a last barrier,
The pilgrims, I among them
Before marching onward
Donning the dark as a velvet cloak
Pale faces drift by, watching,
A figure stands before me.
He turns, and looks;
He walks not as others do
His arms, open wide and dark
Welcomed me in cool embrace,
And I, being human, slept that night.
The OceanOnce,The Ocean3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sat on the Ocean
and picked from its leaves
The Islands of Ignorance.
It bore me a fruit
from the Tree of Freedom,
and in its seeds of Vanity,
I saw Consciousness.
I've NeverI've Never wanted another manI've Never4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've Never wanted another woman
I've Never wanted to touch someone else
I've Never wanted to heold someone else like I do you
I've Never had a crush on anyone else, aside from Riku and Jacob
I've Never ran to someone else
I've Never told someone I loved them, and meant it the way I do with you
I've Never kissed someone else with the same meaning I do to you
I've Never been so mad
I've Never felt so used
I've Never hated you
I've Never left you
I've Never lied to you, unless it was a surprise
I've Never pictured someone else in my mind while we were making love
I've Never cried so much
I've Never sighed so much
I've Never written so many sad poems
I've Never written something like this, not towards you
I've Never pictured us apart
I've Never thought of this happening
I've Never considered you'd do this
I've Never had a decietful thought about you
I've Always loved you
I've Never known you
RealizeWhen I'm out hanging with friendsRealize4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laughing and smiling
Having a good time without you
SNuggling with them
Feelign at home
I hope you realize what you missed
WHen I finally get it done
The surgery we talked about
And that life is squirming and kicking inside of me
And I'm sleeping curled around it
Alone but smiling
Fingers tracing circles on my stomach
I hope you realize what you missed
When it's time
And everyone is there
Ready to see the baby girl
The baby girl that's all me
When they walk into the room
And see me
Grinning like the sun
A baby without your eyes
A baby without your skin
And she giggles and squirms
I hope you realize what you missed
When I turn twenty-one
And can finally drink
When everyone is there at the bar with me
Drinking and laughing
And I end up stripping on a table
Someone else at home
I hope you realize what you missed
When I'm standing there
In the courtyard of the school
Watching her leave
Little lion backpack bouncing as she ran
Small thingsSmall things3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Calm. Formed together willingly,
Asymmetrical but adjacent, (in reality).
Without colour, without extravagance,
Sans arrogance, sans diffidence.
Commanding the early boys' eyes,
No surprise, as per usual.
Perpetual, their borrowed attendance,
Ceased to exist, ninety three, years ago?
Frontiers only nineteen.
They're eighteen or nineteen, at any rate.
'It's the small things in the day...'
Grand Daddy's Clock.It's quietGrand Daddy's Clock.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear nothing, but
from Grand Daddy's Clock.
Like a platoon drill
of marching soldiers
in newly polished heels,
crunching the tarmac
and leaving their clipped,
echoing in the stillness.
What is it
about this humdrum
that resonates feelings,
and so deep?
A.M.Young (Please respect copyright)
Have Hope.Have Hope.4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
When life lets you down
and you're feeling so alone
when there's no-one to turn to
or to turn your life around,
please think of me
and I will be there.
For I am already in your heart and mind,
a mere breath away
to a brand new start..
A whole new you!
Please don't give up
and I really do promise
to keep my everlasting faith in you. x
Please Respect Copyright
A Christmas PoemIt's Christmas!A Christmas Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A time for solidarity,
love and peace.
A time to bring comfort and joy
to those in our need.
To give kindness to our neighbour
and bestow sincerities.
For festive fun
and covivial jolities.
A time for reflection.
Bright neon celebration.
A time for glad tidings,
to one and to all!
A. M. Young (Please respect copyright)
Breaking My SilenceYou think you knowBreaking My Silence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But then you don't
Don't say you will
And then you won't
Stop cutting me off
Stop putting me down
Stop shutting me up
Look at me!
Don't you dare turn around!
I'm sick of you
You keep pushing me away
Sit down, be quiet
Today's my day
I'm standing my ground
Letting my heart sing and preach
So all of you who keep cutting me off...
Shut up and let me speak!</b>
Where are You?I am back in the same room I used to be inWhere are You?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I followed you here now I'm facing all my old sin
It's so hard to believe
I used to feel these things
Like the scars writing on the wall
Where did you go?
I feel all alone
So afraid and cold
With a new kind of courage
I keep breaking while putting myself
Back together like a block puzzle
Always breaking but beautiful when fixed
Simply complicated while by myself
I feel your flame flicker
But I know you're going ith my past
Like your crucifixion
This time I hope you come back
Here all alone
I remember all the good times
I had with sinful reflectors
The friends I used to know
This is not a wound
Medication can cure
This is an old scar
Pulsing on my veins
My heart is growing cold again
Lord where did you go?
I feel so distant from everything
The last thing I want to lose is you
Where are you?
Find me, hear my call
I am the bleeding animal
That used to be yours
Will you come back
For a sheep that ran away
Without ever knowing it had a she
gaurdian angelGaurdian Angelgaurdian angel6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw you
You reached out
Took my hand
Became my friend
Helped me stand
You entered my life
Stood me up
You bore my strife
You cheered me up
You have your problems
You have your life
You make room for mine
I dont know who you are
Why your there
All I know
Im glad you care
I turned to pain
Turned to hate
Took the blame
Out of shadow
You made light
Erased the plight
Now I stand
See you there
At my shoulder
If theres one thing
That I know
Even though time will flow
To the end
Ill call you friend