Change the World
Let the waters pour over the past.
Let the fires burn our passions for the future.
Let us be true to ourselves today, for good.
It is our hearts that guide us into our dreams.
It's the light of others love that lifts us from our troubles.
So to deny either one will send you down a darken path.
Those who know who you are, look for your inspiration.
Those, whom have yet to see themselves, look in the eyes of your friends.
For in those eyes lies your true self.
For those lost souls whom think there are no friends to be found,
You are mistaken.
They are the ones who care that hold a friendly kind of heart.
You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...You'll Never Understand...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
Am I Good Enough...?Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,Am I Good Enough...?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Now am I good enough?
ExistenceTwigs scraping viciously at open woundsExistence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stabbing my flesh as I quickly sprint through
A forest so dark, and so cold, and so thick
My heart has been shattered, it’s making me sick
Ripped dirty clothing and blood in my eyes
No one is near to hear my fatal cries
Battling words while I’m battling fists...
How do you fight what just doesn’t exist?
The Truth Hurts, Doesn't It?Everyone has a secret.The Truth Hurts, Doesn't It?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its the razor blade under their pillow.
The end of a toothbrush covered in bile,
Even a loaded gun stashed in your closet that was somehow 'misplaced'.
Its only the name of a crush scribbled over and over on a crumpled piece of paper,
The quiet whispers of where you snuck out to last night.
How you really passed that test.
Its the innocent sayings that hurt the most,
Pent up emotion that cuts the deepest
Your kin by blood that deal the killing blows.
Yet you continue to let them close enough to see the pain in your eyes,
Under the false hopes that instead of pushing you away,
They would accept you for what you are.
A monster of your own creation.
Don't try to change a creature of habit,
Never trust the wind to break your fall,
Promise you won't hide from something that is truly blind to reality.
Each person shouldn't have to change their ways
In order to be accepted by a society
Which stores their own s
Gun Within The MirrorIt feels as if my reflectionGun Within The Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Points a gun at its own head,
As my bullet shoots the mirror
And paints the floor with red,
And it feels as if my gun
Just isn't steady in my hand,
Because darling, when I jump off cliffs,
Do you think I always land?
It feels as if the razor blade
Might be my only friend,
And it feels as if the broken glass
Might soon begin to bend,
Because my reflection is distorted, love.
Can't you see that, love, can't you see?
I'm pointing a gun at the mirror,
And the mirror points back at me.
Poor Man's GoldHush the youngest children, for the demon in the skiesPoor Man's Gold3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise
Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust
Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air
Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care
Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...
HidingYou insist on hiding,Hiding3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you my sweet?
You hid from me,
For most of my life...
No matter how far you run,
How many miles you burn,
I will always find you.
I always will.
It took me this long to find,
And i will fight for it,
Every single day.
You are my world,
My point on the horizon i am always moving toward.
Forever chased yet never gotten.
You are the beauty on a rainy day,
And my star to lead the way.
My light in the darkness,
My one true need.
No matter how far you go,
How many miles i have to scour for you,
I will find you.
I promise you that.
Tell herTell her she's pretty...Tell her4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because she doesn't think she is.
Tell her she's smart...
Because all of her mistakes make her feel stupid.
Tell her she's good enough...
Because she's been treated like she isn't...
Tell her she's amazing...
Because no one really thinks she is...
Tell her she's perfect...
Because she's incredibly flawed...
Tell her she's going to find a happy ending...
Because everything seems like it is going wrong...
Tell her she is worth it...
Because she feels worthless...
Tell her lies...
Because at this point she will believe them...
If you tell her the truth, she's bound to misunderstand.
Tell her lies. Go ahead.
Lie to me.
The SuicideSlit my wrist,The Suicide5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lay to die.
Out of my mind.
Yet the body stays stiff like cement.
Please,I beg you dear,
leave your sins at the door.
Where 'O' where is your God ?
After life, after no life at all.
Now, or, then.
Came the funeral.
Beautiful when dead.
He kissed my lips
So pale, dark eyes, red lips,
I lay in the box.
HurtingHurting on the insideHurting4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With everything to hide
Not letting anyone in
My blood running thin
Barely enough to keep me alive
But enough to keep me
RepaintRepaint’Repaint4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I painted my four bedroom walls
In bright colorful hues.
Of pink and pale blues.
The sunlight lit up the room
And eradicated the demons hidden
In the shadows.
And for a while that seemed to work,
I made paint out of everything I loved.
It chased away the deadly lows,
I used words from our conversations
The way your voice sounded like fire crackers.
Exciting and beautiful.
I made paint from the hope
That I’d never have to see night again.
Because I had you.
Because you were fireworks,
And fireworks are colorful and they light up the dark.
They chase away the suffocating loneliness,
Of the night sky.
And replace it with fond memories of The Fourth of July.
But even fireworks turn to smoke,
And begin to blend with the night.
You got lost among the stars,
And I got stuck on the ground far below.
I am starting to run out of conversations
To make paint out of.
There are no more pale yellows made from sweet,
Bright, vibrant pinks
If you are a victim...If you have ever faked a smileIf you are a victim...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slit your wrist
Cried yourself to sleep
Wished yourself gone
Chased a dream (and lost it)
Ended up in a nightmare…
Turned away from your “friends”
Tortured yourself over an error
If you are a victim…
Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
HimmelsmeerEs scheint, als stünde ich mutterseelenalleinHimmelsmeer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inmitten eines riesigen, nicht enden wollenden Meeres.
Ich kann die Wolken zu meinen Füßen sehen, auf sie treten.
Nur das Rauschen des Regens verrät das perfekte Trugbild,
Die Weite spiegelt sich nur im nassen, grauen Asphalt.
Ich beuge mich vor, sehe mich inmitten des Himmels,
Ein schemenhaftes, gebeugtes, dürres Wesen.
Kein Mensch, eher eine unheimliche Spukgestalt.
Als existierte ich nicht wirklich. Bizarr.
Erscheine gar ungreifbar, unscharf. Eigenartig.
Und während ich mich schon fast resigniert ansehe
Kommt es mir vor, als könnten all meine Narben
Nicht mehr sein, als nur hässliche Kratzer im Spiegel,
Nichts, was mich selbst beträfe. Nicht erwähnenswert.
Als wäre das alles ungeschehen. Nie passiert.
Die Nacht ruft nach mir, mein Spiegelbild erlischt.
Das Glas Wein lächelt mich an. Blutrot wie ich ihn liebe.
Ich lächle zurück, vergesse meine Eigenartigkeit.
Something I'm NotI'm not pretty,Something I'm Not4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not beautiful,
I'm not gorgeous nor cute.
But I've always found myself different,
Different from the rest.
I don't always like the same music,
Or have the same taste,
I don't always think of what I'll do tomorrow,
Because I know I may not even have tomorrow.
The Lion King wasn't always my favorite movie,
Not at all.
I usually preferred Robin Hood ,
Or my real favorite, Mulan
I write in composition books,
About my sadness and grief,
But I wanted to tell you today,
That I may be something I'm not.
I may not have blonde hair,
People tell me it's light brown.
I may not have blue eyes,
They have an odd tint of gold in them.
And I may not be who I say I am.
Or am I?
I can say that because even I don't know who I am,
But for now, I think I'll enjoy the moment of letting myself be, just a little