Reach OutYou see me as the person who always has a smile on their face and is always friendly to people. You see me as someone who can handle anything. But can you see my scars?Reach Out3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You never pictured me as someone who could be a target for cruel amusement. You never knew I was alienated like I was from Mars.
You never imagined me as the child who was tormented for reasons no one could comprehend during the supposed best years of my life.
You never watched me in the shadows, always away from everyone, in my little sanctuary. You couldn't see the battle I bravely fought through every day. That I went through tears and strife.
You heard my voice, on that one day. You reached out to me. You felt my heart. My simple dreams. My hope.
You understood I was shy. You never asked why. What was important was that you were the reason that I began to cope.
Like Prince Charming in fairy tales, you showed me a world that was beyond my grey and narrow mind.You took me with you on a magic ride but it never erased t
1 percent can solve the world poverty issue1 percent can solve the world poverty issue3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I originally wanted to name this piece "Can the wealthy and the average person solve the world's poverty issue" But of course the title was too long, so .. You got ^^ that After doing the bottom part, a friend said I should name it "Can America alone solve the world's hunger problem, but I did not want to because I think it should be a global issue to address the hunger issue, not just an American problem
Wealthy people of the world
A friend and I were discussing world poverty issues because of something spoken about on television. My friend said that he wondered if the richest people on the earth could solve the world's poverty problem.. which then made me start thinking about this and this is basically my full "thoughts" on it that I wrote out
According to the World Health Organization, 26,000 people die every day of starvation, this includes 19,000 kids and 6,000 adults. A friend and I were discussing this and I wondered, could
The MaskThe Mask3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As I'm grasping this other man's hand
The society circling us goes ka-boom at us
Take out stun guns like this is their land
But to save ourselves
We put on the mask
As I walk around in the blank halls of school
The kids turn to me and screech at me
'Cause to them, I'm like a devils tool
But to hide myself
I put on the mask
As I browse through my social network site
The adults purport shameful messages on my wall
They believe I'm a hero for grotesque sights
But to block myself
I make my profile picture the mask
As the years go by, I rise up stronger
As the time flies, I am set on fire
One can abhor me
But I am sick of the mask
As I walk around the blank halls of school
The kids turn to me and screech at me
'Cause to them, I'm like a devils tool
But the mask is now gone
And I'll let them hammer me down
Because in the end
I will not be a chicken
I desire to be a martyr
For men who want to hold the hands of men
Because that my friend
Is what God calls true love
that stungThe tears roll softly down my facethat stung2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pooling at the bottom of my cheek
into the pillows and sheets.
Don't think you know
Just how much
That one snide comment stung
You should Have let it stay
On the tip of your tongue.
Imperfection PaintImperfection Paint3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crying on the bathroom floor.
Scenes from fights flash before my eyes.
Screaming and shouting,
Threats said as angry promises.
A box sitting next to me,
The contents laid neatly on the bathroom floor.
An elastic bandage,
Pure white, soft gauze, folded.
Black and silver sewing scissors,
A knife disguised as a key, shimmering on a chain.
A small, thin razor blade, extracted from a disposable razor.
A small clear bottle with a spray nozzle attached, filled with hydrogen Peroxide.
My eyes flicker over each tool.
I reach out and gently grasp the razor blade.
I look over the details of the small tool,
The holes carefully drilled, the perfectly smooth and even edges.
Holding out my arm, I make random marks on my canvas.
My razor blade my brush,
My blood my paint,
My arm my canvas.
I force a perfect tool to paint marks of imperfection.
I am imperfection,
Making imperfection paint.
Summer Rayne - Shoujo-AiSummer Rayne - Shoujo-Ai6 years ago in Teen More Like This
Rayne what are you doing!!! With a slap more violent than she intended Ishizu pushed the blue-haired girl away and stood forwards from the door, mouth and eyes wide with shock. Rayne crumpled to the floor, staring up at her with a hand pressed against her reddening cheek. Ishizu Her voice was quiet with shock. I have to.. no-matter how much hurt I must endure. Slowly Rayne stood up and walked forwards again, pressing herself closer to the other girl. No! Stop.. this is wron. Ishizus eyes opened wide again as Rayne pressed her lips forwards once more, the soft pink oval connecting with her own in a deep, meaningful kiss. Try as she might, she found that this time she couldnt move, couldnt push the girl away from her again. She was rapidly being overtaken with foreign sensations that she feared to place and felt she would never dare admit to. Simultaneously with and against her o
I'm DoneIf the price of happiness,I'm Done3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll take it,
And call it a bargain.
ApathyThe world is saturated with causes. Online petitions, political discussions, advocacy groups, charities, and pleas for help saturate the internet, media, and everyday life. It is impossible to get away from them. It seems that everyone has a laundry-list of special causes that they rate you by; you had better measure up to their level of passion or you're probably a terrible person. Sometimes these causes become the grounds for bullying as friends bicker and shun each other over a political opinion. It can be exhausting.Apathy3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
With all these causes out there, it is little surprise that I'm starting to see a backlash of apathy. Any discussion of a charity, a good cause, or a struggle can result in a shut-down. "I don't want to talk about it," one might say, "I don't have time for everyone else's problems." Another gets angry. "So what if I do or do not support your cause? Most people
My Bi SideWhy do I have to lieMy Bi Side3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When i'm asked if i'm bi
Why do you have to judge
And keep a stupid grudge
I just want to be me
Is that too hard to see?
Here but InvisibleInvisibleHere but Invisible2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's what I seem to be.
It seems no one knows I even exist.
I'm surprised some people even know my name.
All I hear is "Who's that?"
or "I didn't know she was here."
It seems no one knows I'm here.
It's not like they care.
Thats what I am.
But, I'm here.
I've always been here.
.:Whiskey Lullaby:..:Whiskey Lullaby:.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"_______! He keeps doing this! Coming home drunk, and everything. I'm worried. ...______...he keeps staring at his handgun now...I'm afraid that he might do something one of these days...." You listened to Arthur trail off before replying, "Alright, I'll get him." Arthur let out a sigh of relief before thanking you. You ended the call and sighed out loud. '...Oh, Alfred...' you thought as you looked at your phone background. You grabbed a jacket and headed out the door to your _favorite car_.
You walked in the bar and immediately recoiled from the smells. You looked around and immediately saw Alfred's bomber jacket. You headed towards him, avoiding everyone's eyes as you walked to the counter. You heard him talking to the bartender. "Y'know, women are messed up creatures. They reel you in and mess with your heart before spitting it back out. And you know I'm right! Whoo! I'm forever a free man!" Alfred laughed coldly before stopping and glanced over his shoulder. Seeing you, Alf
I'm Alive... Right?You look at me and think,I'm Alive... Right?3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She must have a happy life,
With the way she smiles,
But you don't know,
I hide behind this smile,
My life's been hell,
But why should I complain,
I'm alive right?
The life that I live,
I don't have a family,
Nor a home to call my own,
I've been thrown away,
I'm just another piece of trash,
That's how this life feels,
But it's okay,
I have people who are kind,
But sometimes I wish,
I wish I had a family,
I wish they still loved me,
This world is cruel,
And only the strong can make it,
I want to think I'm one of them,
But sometimes I cry out this pain,
I wish for a better life,
And wish the tears would stop,
Will you please accept me,
As who I am?
I've tried my best for you,
But nothing's ever good enough,
No matter how hard I try,
You'll just throw me away,
Why haven't I just given up?
I'd like to believe,
That I'm strong,
That I'm brave,
That there's hope,
But I'm still searching,
Searching for that light,
I just want you to be
Let this Pain EndThis painLet this Pain End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the unknown feelings
Its killing me inside
eating at me
making me feel guilty
this pain that can never be described
All this hurt
all the emotions
facing them nearly alone
why must these feelings come back?
All this hatred
this hell life I lived
all the crying
all the hurt
Why do I feel this way
Why do I want to be here
Why must I live
a hateful life
easing the pain
to face these problems
Maybe I should be gone
maybe I should slice my skin
or even overdose
on these pills
Why should I live
let this suicide begin
Maybe just maybe
I will be someplace better....
To all bulliesYou see that girl over there?To all bullies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All her family are dead and her friends washed away
You don't know the whole story so what do you say
but, "I bet no-one cared when you went away."
"It was a joke, an accident, a misunderstanding!" You protest
But with every joke she gets closer to the edge
You don't know the whole story, it wasn't your fault
But that insult hurt and it wasn't a joke.
To all bullies, you know who you are,
To all bullies, those who are near and far
What could possibly go through your head
When you hurt and insult 'till they wish they were dead?
Impossibilities?Have you ever tried breathingImpossibilities?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under a ten ton weight?
Have you ever tried screaming
when you're as mute as the moon?
Have you ever tried crying
when tears are all used and gone?
Have you ever tried running
when your feet are nailed to the floor?
But have you ever
in all your life
I Did A Stupid Thing.I should have seen it coming.I Did A Stupid Thing.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I should have sheltered from the storm.
Instead I welcomed it.
One moment: release.
Next moment: tears.
Then the pain.
It all came pouring right back in.
I was drowning.
What a waste.
All that work thrown away.
All those disapointments, those ruined hopes.
All reason, ignored.
I knew what would happen.
I knew it would never, has never worked.
I knew I would do it anyway.
In my head the crowds circle me.
I know what they think.
I know what they whisper.
How they condemn.
They are ignorant but powerful.
I pretend not to care about them.
I pretend too much.
Before, I pretended I did not see it coming.
I pretended I no longer wanted to be impulsive, to fail.
I pretended it would work.
It's time I stopped playing make-believe.
It's time for me to face myself.
Accept the work,
Take the risks,
and ignore the crowd.
It's time for me to heal.
Crack in the EyeCrack in the Eye3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A crack in the eye,
did to me never lie,
maybe I did not see,
that it belonged to me.
I Love HerYou say this is wrong,I Love Her3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the work of the devil,
I never knew love,
could cost me forever.
It's not my fault,
I didn't ask for this,
I didn't ask to get caught,
caught up in her kiss.
It's not just a faze,
I've always felt this,
the need not for a prince,
but for a princess.
But you say it's impossible,
for me to feel this way,
I have to fight it, I have to battle.
But why is it that you; mom and dad,
your love is seen as pure,
but as for mine, it's seen as a sin,
just because it's with a girl.
You always taught me not to judge,
so why are you being so judgmental,
you sin too, you have your faults,
so why am I the one on trial?
God wont leave me because I love,
He knows it's not my fault,
so mom and dad do as you wish,
I'll love her if I want.
Why mother?Mother, why is it that the world is like this?Why mother?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've spent most of my life asking myself questions that I cannot answer.
Why is that?
Why is it that humans were given the privilege to be the world's primary race?
What about animals and other creatures?
They could have easily reigned over us.
Mother, why do we fight?
Why are we so jealous of what others possess?
Why do we wish everything were ours?
Mother, why do we live?
What is our purpose in life? Why is it that life became all about prosperity and not about reproduction?
Who even said that life was about reproduction?
Mother, why is it that this world has to be so unfair?
Why do others have priority over privileges because they're of different sexes?
Why do we have to be thrown away like useless bags of trash?
Mother, why is it that we must make others suffer so much just to live?
Why do we ruthlessly throw away other beings lives for our own personal and selfish reasons?
What gives us the right to do so? I'm sure if we were them, we
The End.The End.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't end this because I said I need some time alone.
Don't end this because I didn't kiss you goodbye.
Don't end this because I don't believe you.
End this because I'm gay
And I'm coming out to you.
KristaKrista:Krista2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ring around the corners
As dew drops and glitter
Sparkle towards the color.
Like the spring turns to summer
With a rose on each cheek.
Like a pixie she flitters
Back and forth
Having a never-fading smile
Etched on her face.
Small gifts of kindness
As true to the heart,
Always last the longest:
Always feel the best.
UnsolidUnsolid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even when I'm at my weakest
I still lend you my strength
Even when my eyes are their darkest
I still look out for you the best way I can
I'm not the hero of the day
I just know what's right
I'm not some selfless saint
Someone has to bear the light
I don't expect any praise
All my deeds are of the same kind
I need not your thanks
No relief can fill this void in my life
No rest for the wicked / No love for the abandoned
No hope for the innocent / No pain for the departed
I'll give you my all / I'll rise while I fall
I'll answer your call / I'll serve until there's no pulse
I'm not looking for acknowledgment
Remember not my face
I don't consider labels an accomplishment
Forget to speak of my name
I will leave none a victim of relinquishment
You will not witness that pain
I'm merely here to cure the inhumane infections
For we are all one in the same
Even when all seems hopeless
I will come to turn the tides
Even when I'm left powerless
I will always be
ENOUGHWith weary pace I labour the pathENOUGH3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each tortured step an aftermath;
Is it an aftermath when it just keeps going?
Life rushes on whilst I keep slowing.
Many rush on, as if on fire,
Thrusting me into life's bleak mire,
As if hurting me will bring some gain,
Winning out over trampled pain.
I feel a fraud as I wear my face,
An automaton in the human race;
Showing little, day to day
As more and more I slip away.
All around me seems unreal;
How do I act? How do I feel?
There is nowhere here I truly belong
And death calls to me; a Siren's Song.
Plead For ReleasePlead For Release3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Plead For Release
God, I hope I'm doing this right
I was never really one for praying
God, Please look at me in my eyes
I'm sorry, I'm just so sorry for everything
Even though I'm just another one of your creations
I wonder why I was born surrounded by destruction
I know nothing of your pity
But I still want to try and believe in thee
I crumble down to my knees
And I beg of you, please
Destroy every nightmare that I have ever slept
Break and shatter every mirror in existence
So I don't have to dream of what I've become to be
So I don't have to see what has finally become of me
God, I was never really one for confrontations
But this is where I have to draw the line in life
Because hearing the truth is like learning an important lesson
Just like when I was told that it's all okay, it's okay to cry
Because everything just seems to happen for a reason
But now I know nothing, nothing except grief
I just hope this life of pain is not an inheritance
Because I've become so