Actualitywhen I was young, I wantedActuality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be a punk rocker
metal holes lining my body like
trophies of war, hair teased
and bleached and styled for hours
on end until it looked effortless,
inked up with words and symbols
I swore were profound with
a cigarette hanging lazily
from my fingers, lonely
for a reason
(and he told me, sweetie,
you are like a fucking eclipse,
the bloody dawn
God plagued us with
I always wondered
if mistakes understood
the reason they
came to be in this world
I guess not).
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,Life is but a Dream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
I Am.....I am a girl.I Am.....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am white. If you put it that way.
I have brown eyes.
But sometimes they're purple.
I am quiet.
I am shy.
I am loud.
I am ditzy.
I am a total klutz when I'm too happy to think.
I am short.
I'm barely five foot.
I wish I could be taller, but who doesn't?
I come across as cold.
As someone scary and mean.
I am just a bitch that way.
I am really quite nice.
I am loyal.
Especially to those so close to me.
I prefer the company of a few constant friends
Over that of many.
I constantly live in fear that my relationships are false.
I am sure that no one really cares about me.
I am unworthy.
I don't deserve my fortunes in life.
I try to push away those who care,
Even though I refuse to let go.
I wear a red rubber band around my wrist.
It serves as a reminder.
That there is one person,
Who's never given up,
Who's always been there for me.
I am always reminded
Of the one person
To whom I owe my life.
I am creative.
I am smart.
I am pretty, or so I've been told.
I am girly.
I am liter