I'm strangeI'm strange,I'm strange5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not like everyone,
I like to think,
I like to create,
I like to love,
I like to be happy,
Others like gloom,
Am I strange?
Am I special?
I like the way I am.
I am sad againI am sadI am sad again7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And while I get the tip of my pen out,
My tears flow slowly,
Because I am not happy,
And that's what I want,
And while the tears fall one by one,
I think of the lost loves,
I think of the lost happiness,
Cannot see the happiness when it's knocking at their doors,
These angels that go a little further away each day.
You reach out for their hands,
You even offer them tomorrow,
They want today.
I don't know what these angels want,
But I know what I can give them,
But it's not enough,
Because it takes more than me to lure these angels.
Yet my desire is to be one of their chosen one.
White and red go oh so well together.
I want to have one of the wings of the angel so,
That we both can flap them.
If however it's to blow hot air,
I will give it back.
But if it's to shuffle colors,
To do that I will gladly damn myself ten times.
White, red, pink, blue, scarlet, beige ...
I want them all in my whirlwind.
It's yet not stable,
The red blends sometimes with the wind
31. forgetwhen we were kids, your hair was orange. it was brighter than anyone i31. forget6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
knew had seen, like fire on top of your head. curly, and longer than a
boy's should have been, it really did look like your head and
freckle-splattered face were engulfed in flames.
when the teachers called you a hothead, i thought they were talking
about your hair.
we were what, seven? when you moved in.
i could step outside the door that summer, my little toes gripping the
rough concrete of my front stoop, and see your fiery hair from four
houses down. you used to spend all of your time outside, back then.
you once told me that you wanted to live forever and ever, as sticky,
rainbow popsicle juice ran down our arms as we sat out on the dock
that first summer. you said that that way, there was no way you could
i never really did forget that moment.
yesterday you turned fifteen. we went and sat at the end of the old
dock and ate ice cre
I'm broken insideLike a puzzle that's missing a piece,I'm broken inside5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like you wrenched my heart out,
Like poison replacing my blood,
You broke me,
Now go find the key,
The key to rewind me,
Let's just break you too,
I like that idea!
Let's take my pen,
Burry it inside your heart,
And see if it bleeds,
You're so cruel,
Poison gushes out,
And kills everything around,
You're cold as stone,
That's why you're alive,
A stone cannot die,
I'm broken inside,
And you just teared my heart,
I see it pumping on the floor,
That's my missing part.
PillsOne pill,Pills6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why am I laying on the floor?
Did I just seal my fate?
Is that hope I feel?
With... Or without youI have to think once, twice, thrice.With... Or without you5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Before I text you.
Because I know that I need you to be there,
But I know you don't know what to do with me.
I don't really think I should rely on you so much,
To make things better, as much as I do.
The most I can ussually get is a sentence.
If I'm lucky, I'll get two of them...
Either way... You don't really help, I'm sorry to say.
Maybe you know that? Maybe I'm being a bitch?
I've told you enough times that I need you more...
If anything.... I just need you to understand me.
I know I'm hard work,
I need you to be up-to-date with me though.
You never are...
Although, I always seem to be with you.
I don't know why I need so much.
It's probably because I think you can't give me that.
You can't see how much I need you sometimes.
I honestly wish you did.
Maybe if you did...
I wouldn't be sat here writing this,
Because instead of me being a fire ball of hatred,
You'd love me like you say you do.
You'd love me like you're supposed to.
...him...blood and bruises...him...6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
he makes excuses
he lies through his teeth
and takes the blows
his dad knows the truth,
his wounds are the proof
he tells her how
but doesn't know why
all he can do
is sit alone and cry
he sits in the darkness
alone in his room
he blocks her out
she finds a way in
she sees his pain
and holds him close
tells him its all right
she whispers in his ear
"just hold on tight"
Pretty words and fake tearsShe writes poems at nightPretty words and fake tears6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone in her bed
Nothing else to think about
But how the pen glides across the paper
The words just flowing through her mind
She loved that feeling of darkness
Mixed with her depressing writing
She wasn't depressed though
She was fine
She just never learned how to write about
Because he was the one who taught her poetry
He showed her pretty words
And fake tears
He was a sad boy
With bright eyes
And long hair
She was a bright girl
Just as tight jeans
And a vocabulary that would make you say
Even he was impressed
She is just a girl with a thing for writing
He was just a boy with pretty words
She loved the intoxicating boy
He loved the girl with dark eyes that lit up
Any room she walked into
He loved her but she wasn't there one night
Only one fucking night
That was all it took
His pretty words landed on a note
"I love you, my thesaurus girl."
And his skeleton like body landed
Twenty stories below his bedro
Haiku 31Haiku 317 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Calm, cleansing mist
Delicate clouds dance
Reflection of a spirit
Dancing spring of colour
Stones beaten and forgotten
Peaches and Pears
Tender flesh, trailing juices
Heat pounding the earth
Summer draws nearer
Flurry of sunlight
Licks along the forest ground
Breeze, dancing a tango
Entice a wanderer
Picnic in a sunset
Spots have run
Striped against nature
Ladybug, red and black
Tiers of frosting
Pink, purple and orange
The sun tastes lovely
Brand new obsession
Cycle of change
Buzzing of the mind
You speak through leaves
Through bough and bracken
Who robbed you of your voice?
Alpha and Omega
Constant cycle of change
The children of spring
Float gently through the sky
Where to set down
what he is -exclamation point-he'swhat he is -exclamation point-5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
new grass stains or homemade haircuts
or holding hands, or lightning storms.
brand-new suit jacket or remembering an anniversary
or music, or autumn.
ironic-funny or the funny that makes soda
come out your nose
and you can't tell if you're crying because of
laughter, or because god, that hurts.
he's when you know what to say,
and he's bright red cheeks like gatorade.
he's peeking over the fence
to see if the grass is really greener,
Institutionalizedyour SIN! has a heartbeatInstitutionalized4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that shatters hollow walls
his words taste bittersweet
his eyes, they seem to call
glassy skin, soft to the touch
splinters beneath your stare
this animal you loved too much
has little sense, but much to share
your SIN! is such a curious thing
with his paintings on the floor
if you listen to him sing
you might forget to lock the door
he plays with knives and broken glass
as if toys were much too dull
SIN!'s doctors said that it would pass
there's nothing brewing in his skull
but on that horrid, dreadful night
awaking to his hellish gaze
his manic grin, an awful sight
you knew he couldn't stay
now he sits there all alone
the boy who you called SIN!
his grin is gone, his face is stone
Insanity is wearing thin.
Touching the earthTouching the earthTouching the earth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I lay low
And put my hand to the ground
I touch the earth
Then I close my eyes
And I travel through it
Inside what I see is real to me
It affects my body,
It affects my emotions,
It affects my mind
Then I come back,
I open my eyes,
And see what is inside of me
jUsT aS sHe FeArEdWhere have the days gone...?jUsT aS sHe FeArEd5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Eaten alive by endless night...
there's nothing left to believe...
Lightless and lucid...
a dark reflection of her life...
Monotony is the death of inspiration...
so just kill her now...
and end her pain...
There's so little left to live for,,,
all the good has gone out of everything...
A life of lies is a life of evasion and deception...
forever running from the ugly face of truth...
so scared of rejection...
But the secrets boil over...
and she is alone...
just as she feared...
Just herHer soft soft face,Just her4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I touch it,
It feels like baby skin,
Just like her,
Just like her,
She's the one,
Who gave me a new life,
She's the one,
Who gave me a reason to live,
Oooh I feel her...
Oooh she's in my arms...
Oooh I love her...
My head just drops on her shoulder,
My head is just resting there,
My head just wants to stay there.... Forever...
A noteA note5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They travel through time,
To reach their recipient,
They convey messages,
They convey feelings,
Messages of love,
Feelings of peace,
I'm always waiting,
For one from you,
I'm waiting for this message,
I'm waiting for this feeling,
When the message arrives,
The feeling just follows,
This feeling called love,
Is transmitted to me,
This message from you,
It just warms my heart,
Both of these from you,
Both of these for me.
Love, Anger and LifeAt first glance she took a step back, but after looking further more she took two steps forward. He growled and the earth shook, he stomped on the ground and took a step forward too. She looked into his eyes. She did not see his past nor his present form she just saw their future. Sadness was abundant in him as a key ingredient of this "monstrosity". She saw this and still loved him. She grabbed him and held him, he felt the warmth he had never felt before. To her he wasn't a monster, he was a being like any other, a "human".Love, Anger and Life6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He promised to never hurt her, but she did not. So she did. Crushed he became what people expected of him, bitter cold, mean, strong, evil, indifferent, sad, weak, alone, and tired. He saw the world as a helpless land barren of kindness. he wanted its destruction. he wanted to live no longer but was still strong enough to hold onto life.
A voice came to him and taught him about life, kindness, reality, love, freedom and beauty. He listen and learned. This voice wa
The saintIs it a myth?The saint7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or is it someone?
Someone who loves,
Someone who cares,
Someone who feels,
Feeling his life,
Knowing right from wrong,
Doing every bit,
To help others,
To help himself,
He radiates happiness,
Everything he is,
Everything he has.
FaLLinG doWN ThE rabBIT hoLeLittle girl, I loved you soFaLLinG doWN ThE rabBIT hoLe5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You tried to hide but I still saw
the person that you could have been
If you had not destroyed yourself...
Why did you defy the lies
and let them write you off as mad?
A hatter couldn't even touch
Their image of your lunacy...
But silly girl, you'll ever keep on
Falling down the rabbit hole
If you don't try to save yourself
you'll keep on
Wanting to Be Someone ElseSomedays she wishes she could be anyone but her.Wanting to Be Someone Else4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That she could have different talents and different looks.
That she didn't feel like she always messes up.
That she could be better and more liked.
Then she thinks about it and realizes that she's her and it's not going to change.
So with time she will learn to love herself and the person she will become.
Maybe I'm Not Alone....We all feel emotions.Maybe I'm Not Alone....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all have a beating heart.
We all have to live life.
We all have been hurt.
We all want happiness.
We all hope for something after death.
We all have fears and desires.
We all have regrets.
We all live in this world.
So when you truely think about it you're not alone.
ONE HUMANITYa man screams and preaches the word of god is the Only word,ONE HUMANITY5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
people followed his word,
a white maN teaches that the white race should be the only race,
pEople kill for this idea,
years ago only one man wrote and sang one love,
He was shot,
years before, a man spoke about his dreams of equality,
he was killed.
hUmans are not willing to see the truth,
Men stand divided because we cannot accept each other,
we divide ourselves in religion, rAce, sex, nationality,
we have yet to stand together as one race, as humaNs.
apart we fall,
together we trIumph,
aparT we destroy,
together we build.
there is only one truth,
apart all we see are different lies,
together we can spread one love, one life, one humanitY
crazy girli had a run-in with a crazy girl today.crazy girl5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it was raining, and she had on a bright blue raincoat and obnoxious yellow boots, and she was screaming into the wind like a maniac. she was on the hill. my hill. my favorite place.
and so i asked her, as i came along behind her, "what are you doing?"
and she responded, as she threw her arms out wide and a gust of wind blew her hood off her face, "i'm remembering what it felt like to fly."
i sat down beside her, and she fell into a sitting position beside me. "did you ever fly?"
"i did not," i responded, pulling out a camera. i never took any pictures, it was just an old habit of mine: have a camera out and see what you catch. once i caught a sunset. after that, the magnificence had dwindled.
"flying is brilliant," she said, feeling the rainwater on her rubber boots. hands going up and down along them. "i can't describe it."
i didn't say anything after that. i could tune her out and focus on my own problems. that's what my spot on the hill had be
I am AtlasI am Atlas andI am Atlas6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I saw the sky fall upon us.
I did not flinch.
The world around me screamed and ran
while i took my stance.
If no one would do it,
The weight was much
but I did not back out.
The years pass
and my strength has grown
yet the weight is still the same and more.
My body is strong
but my spirit is weak,
and the world is still unchanged,
they have forgotten about me
and the sky above them.
During these days
I have grown weak
in spirit and mind,
grown wary of humankind
and grown to hate them for their selfishness.
In a gust of fresh air I feel the weight get lighter,
in the distance a figure stands,
her hands held up holding the sky.
Walking towards me I see her face
full of joy and fulfillment.
This brings joy to me
as she stands beside me,
suddenly figures appear all around us.
east to west,
north to south.
few but enough people have risen
to the call of the sky.
I am not Atlas,
WE ARE ATLAS
boredbored12 years ago in Other More Like This