How It All Ends UpThe girl you were once friends with left you.
The nerd you grew up with became popular.
The guys that talked to you now talk to your former friend.
The bully that picks on you used to be a nerd you grew up with.
This girl who seemed unbreakable,
The guy who seemed strong,
The girl that always laughed,
The guy that never stopped trying,
Finally gave up.
You left the girl you were once friends with.
You were a nerd who became popular.
The guys that talked to your former friend now talk to you.
You pick on the nerd you grew up with.
And you broke. And crumbled. And cried. Always gave up on the impossible things.
The past became the present which became your future.
What happens in the past will affect your future and what happens in the future with affect your past.
This is how it all ends up.
How it all ended up for a simply nerdy, girl who lived in a quiet neighborhood with her friend.
Simply End.I don't want to feel anymoreSimply End.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing at all
I don't even want to be
Sometimes I want to dissapear from the world
I don't know what to do!
Im so lost
I feel so much,
my feelings are violent
I want to cry it all out
But my parents would freak out
And bother me
But sometimes I wish I could tell them everything
Just spill everything out
Just pour my feelings out
I listen to everyone
I let them pour there problems into me and I listen
Because no one else listens to them
And I guess Im a good listener
But I wish I had that one friend like me that would listen to anything and not judge
I wish my whole life was perfect
And that it would never mess up
Im so confused
I want this to all end.
Just simply end.
Overkill"It really seems likeOverkill3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Overkill. It's just that you
You already know
Martial arts. Why boxing, too?"
"So nobody can hurt me,"
SecretsThe new neighbors thought they could hide their secret, but there's not many secrets that get past me. One of them was pudgy and scruffy, the other one was thinner than a flagpole and covered with a fake-tan glow, but from the glimmers in their eyes I knew I had a couple of secret gays on my hands. You could call me a secret sleuth, I suppose, because I'm excellent at sniffing out skeletons locked in closets. I remember when I found my father's "other woman." Oh, that confrontation was glorious. He cried, you know, just collapsed into tears. It was kind of pathetic. "Nolan, please, please, just don't tell your mother, okay? Why don't we go to Disney World this year, huh? We can go as a family, all of us together. Just as long as you don't... you don't tell your mother. Okay? Please?" I told my mother anyway. Her tears were just as exciting, and I found a special place on the stairs where I could sit, unseen, and watch the arguments unfold after that. I was nine years old, and I don't tSecrets4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Let's RunLet's runLet's Run4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
B a r e f o o t
Across the soft black sky,
Toes sinking into inky velvet;
We'll leave footprints
The Milky Way
And get stars
In our hair
Ignorance is BlissI find myself lying more every day.Ignorance is Bliss4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The truth is ugly, it hurts,
So i lie.
I lie to soothe, to calm.
You don't need the honest truth,
it's an unessasery hurt.
I lie to protect you,
to keep you from the awful truths.
Lies are beautiful,
You can live happy not knowing.
As they say, ignorance is bliss.
Perfection Personified"Do this!"Perfection Personified4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Don't let me down!"
"Give me a smile!"
"I don't want you to frown!"
"Be who i think you should be!"
"Don't tell me how you feel!"
"You're just here to be who i want you to be!"
"Your feelings? they're not real!"
Begins, Grows, Ends....Like AllBegins, Grows, Ends....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Sweet Smile
On Your Face
A Perfect Kiss,
All The Feelings
That Were Once
With a Teardrop
In your Smoky
That No One
Can Ever Hide
All Love Stories
With A Smile,
With A Perfect Kiss
With A Tear Drop...
Our MelodyI've never been oneOur Melody3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a love song,
but it sure feels like
we've been writing one
So give me a minute,
to rehearse my lyrics;
(because we only have
a bit of time before
you say goodbye.)
As I pour out words
of love and wisdom;
won't you look me
in the eyes
before I cry.
Because you may not
but the way that you
makes me feel
like we're doing alright.
So give me a chance,
grant me one last dance,
maybe this love song
will find you and I;
Singing the melody
Daisy ChainsHeld captiveDaisy Chains4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your daisy chains
yet incapable of breaking free
I envy those held
in iron shackles for
even they have more
free will than me.
It was I who choose
my own prison
lost in your far away eyes
so stepped into your snare
woven only out of air.
My cage is one without bars
but I have no more ability to leave
than a man locked behind
immovable metal doors.
I watched you weave
links of wild flowers
to slip around my wrists
knowing once it was in place
I would never walk free again
but helpless I was
to make a motion to stop
your daisy chains
from binding me.
I DO BECAUSE...I stand on my own two feetI DO BECAUSE...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I've learned that I can.
I've learned that there's strength within me
to stand whether I have support or not.
I pick myself up
because I've learned that it's okay to fall.
We may scrape our palms and knees,
but that doesn't make us weak,
it adds to our character.
I forgive myself
because I've learned that to continuously feel guilty
about something that cannot be changed
only keeps me miserable.
And to keep myself in misery is to not live at all.
I let myself be happy
because I've learned that we all deserve happiness
even if we have convinced ourselves that we don't.
It's not about waiting for happiness to embrace you
but about you embracing happiness
since no matter how much we yearn for it
we will never attain it unless we let ourselves.
I move forward
because I've learned that standing still
only leads to stagnation
and in stagnation there can be no progression.
I think of life
because I've learned that it's better to live life
than to fight it.
i can tellI cant tell you i love youi can tell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i cant tell you i will always be with you
i cant tell you alot of things
but the things i can tell you
the things i can tell you will make all the difference
for as long as i live i will be your friend
as long as there is still breath in my lungs i will fight for you
nothing will keep me from you
not the largest army
nor the tallest mountain
for you have brought me into your life and i am here to stay
i cant tell you how i really fell about you
i cant tell you alot of things
but its the things i cant tell you that make all the difference
ill never be able to express my emotions for you
ill never be able to show you how much i care
but i can do everything in my power to let you know how i feel
in reality it doesnt really matter what i can and cant do
all that matters is what i will and wont do
i will fight for you
i will be your friend
i will keep you close to me
and now that i have written all of this down
i can honestly say there is nothing that i wont do fo
fearless.it's no secret thatfearless.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
reality fears nothing
and we fear for it.
A little girls secretA little girl shes only eight years oldA little girls secret3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but already her hearts turned cold
Black and blue eyes
That no one sees cry
small pale pink lips
covered in cuts and rips
Blonde hair unevenly cut
Mommy told her to keep her mouth shut
She walks through her days
Praying that things will be okay
That one day someone will see
That she didn't fall down
That she didn't run into a tree
That one day someone will save her
But no one ever sees
They just give her arm a gentle squeeze
then turn around
Without a sound
and pretend they never saw
the bruises on
A little girl left on her own
Scared and alone
Every night that little girl prays,
"God please help mommy see through her evil ways
Make her put down her bottle and fist
and see all the things shes missed
Make her start seeing things straight
Before its too late
I don't know how much more i can take
Before i never want to be awake."
Three months later
We're all dressed in black
crying for the girl we'll never get back
We all knew what was going on
anthropophobiaas paranoia embraces me,anthropophobia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i cannot fight the urge to look up
and perceive what i expected
j u d g e m e n t
written all over their faces
Colourful PersonalitiesIfColourful Personalities4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd know a few Blues;
cold and depressing.
I've met a ton of Pinks;
pretty and selfish.
I could be Red-
capricious and dangerous.
I could be Silver-
daring and bold.
I couldn't be Purple-
elegant and noble.
I'd certainly never be White-
pure and innocent.
But if I really were a colour I'd probably be-
Not sunny Yellow,
Not calming Green,
Just a girlHe's just a guy!Just a girl4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why worry, sigh?...
I'm just a girl;
Maybe that's why.
Opened MindI'm laughing and crying and dying a little bit more every day. Raw screams are slowly shredding my throat to bits as my laughter chokes me, chokes me. I'm appalled and afraid and I'd like to ask for a refund, okay? This game... I don't want to play anymore. My fists are banging on the doors without me realizing it, without me realizing it, until the black paint is suddenly covered in red and I'm terrified. I'm terrified.Opened Mind3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My knees are buckling like crack-snapping branches under the weight of too much ice [in wintry death]. The red is splashed across the summer-blue of my shirt. It looks ugly, it looks like dying day. The sky's burning, the sky's burning. It makes me panic, I'm trying to rub it back to happy, I'm trying to get happy back.
I'm out of energy and give up, curl up, hoping it's over soon. It'll be over soon. I close my eyes and rock myself a little bit, whispering that I'm safe and I'm at home
I Don't Even..? I Mean.. What?Turning the pages,I Don't Even..? I Mean.. What?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a clockwork screw...
The words don't work,
But neither should you.
Confused and silent,
In the winters content...
Words are no flag to sail.
'Not these' the people cry.
What people am I?
Black blotched from blinkered eye...
Wake up in the morning,
See the fool come by.
I, you, see my thoughts,
The enter, come, gone to me...
In paper I appoint thee,
A disappointing memory.
My eyes are shut, I cannot know,
The lines are twisted and overgrown,
Each word is larger...
Continuous thought in re warmonger.
Just shut up.
I want the last word.
So have it.
Wonderyou wonder why I fade into the backgroundWonder4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you wonder why I don't get paid attention
you wonder why I cry at night
you wonder why I never smile around you
you wonder why I don't want to be around you
you wonder why I keep talking to them
you wonder why you don't get invited to things
you wonder why I don't get to talk to him
you wonder why I can't get enough sleep
you wonder why I have a low self-esteem
you wonder why I am depressed
you're the reason for all of those problems
You say you are my best friend,
but you force me into the background
YOU make me depressed
HE doesn't make me have a low self-esteem
Thanks for being my "bestfriend" who is slowly choking my spirit
If I had AskedWhat if IIf I had Asked3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Asked the stars to shine
Would they have listened
Or would they decline
What if I
Asked the flowers to bloom
Would they have answered
Or would they fume
What if I
Asked time to stop
Would it have agreed
Or would it have been shocked
What if I
Asked the seas to calm
Would they have heeded
Or would they have carried on
What if I
Asked you for a kiss
Would you have smiled
Or would you be a miss
Writing in InkI always hated writing in pencil,Writing in Ink5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I dont know why.
Maybe its because pencils can be erased,
written over again on the same paper,
But little marks always remain,
Ugly reminders of the mistakes of the past.
Id rather pen my story in ink,
make every word permanent,
let every flaw stare me in the face
Because I dont want to see perfection,
Dont want to waste time rubbing away my regret.
Even if it means Ill go through hell
I just want to see life for everything it is.
ChildhoodI want my childhood backChildhood4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to sit
and watch cartoons
not give a care in the world
about the news.
I want what little I had.
I want to watch
that show on sundays
that you could
never find on monday.
I want my immaturity.
I don't want to
get in a car
and be a zombie
while I drive afar.
I want to be small.
I want to hide
in the back of a closet
while I can hear
the drip from the faucet.
I want my youth.
I don't want to fear
that my back
will give out
and that's a fact.
Can you give it back?
the closet visits,
the capturing of crickets?
I want my childhood back.
love like a cobweb caressi think my medulla and cerebrumlove like a cobweb caress4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
became secret lovers and ran away
together, entwining in a butterflies
dance and working their way down
my ribcage until they could finally
slip out of their marrow-coated
they say medulla was as beautiful
as the greek constellations and
northern lights, with iridescent
fractured eyes and champagne
tinted locks that were kissed
by the stars themselves.
and cerebrum, oh cerebrum,
he was as handsome as a
forest fire, scalding eyes with
half moon pupils as erotic as
the volcano inflamed words
that slipped off of his tongue.
they fell in love with each others
scars rather than their hearts,
she was as beautiful on
the outside as she was broken
on the inside and he had
insides as burnt and charcoal
as the forests he left behind.
i wouldn't know of their
beauty, nor of the dance
my heart says she saw them
do as they ran away from
the locks and prison bars
inside my body.
they wanted to be free,
soar their wings and jump
off ten story high building
WinterWinter has a quivering beauty.Winter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paper skinned and wispy,
She sees easily beyond
Our best efforts to disguise.
Her breath runs tender rivers,
Beneath the costumes of rigid layered cloth,
Around the naked curves of our fragile frames.
The snow her gentle kisses
She litters lovingcareless
Across our ruined landscapes,
Only to disappear as soon as she's come.
We are left markless and bereft,
Silent sensation all that reminds
Of our beloved martyr.