PoemsI want to dreamPoems5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to live
I want to be
Like a bird a want to fly
Like the stars I want to shine
The years you've taken
The time I've waisted
Always looking, always searching
but never finding, never learning...
Let Me BeWhy is it what I feel,Let Me Be4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why is it what I see,
Why is it what I hear,
Not what I thought it'd be,
When all this time it's been around me?
Why don't I feel safe?
Why don't I feel welcome?
Why don't I feel here?
Why does it feel I'm not a part
Of what for so long has been in my heart?
How come I'm so different?
How come I'm so normal?
How come I don't belong?
Could they really have lied
For this long?
How come I'm "so perfect",
How come I'm "so retarded",
How come I'm "so awesome",
If the only time I'm ever noticed,
Is when I don't care to be?
When can everyone just let me be?
je ne sais quoiagainst my chest you make a soft semi-colon as my hipsje ne sais quoi4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
press into yours and you yield like damp paper
and against my chest the pulse of us
a filament-hum in a sixty-watt bulb
and my chin against your neck, an impromptu bookstop
and your cheek runs against
my stubble and it is an embossed leather cover
and our noses meet
beads of sweat on my brow roll against yours and we are
a printing press
until our dilated eyes meet like magnifying glasses
and our lips touch like the curves of an m
and the follicles on our arms raise into braille
Hate MeHate me in wordsHate Me8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hate me in sorrow
Hate me forever,
Or hate me tomorrow
Hate me when you've got no one to blame
Hate me when you can't hate another
Hate me when you've got nothing to do
Hate me when you're abused
Hate me when I can't understand you
Hate me when I can't defend you
Hate me when I cry
Hate me when I can't
Hate me when I lie
Hate me when I shan't
Hate me in words
Hate me in sorrow
Hate me forever,
Or hate me tomorrow
You can hate me in words
And hate me in sorrow.
You can hate me forever,
Or just for tomorrow.
But I can't hate you in words
And I can't hate you in sorrow.
Because I'll love you foreverů
Or just for tomorrow.
The LossI can't think I can't breathe I don't know where I'm going or where I've been or If I'm really here at all is this some sort of dream am I dead am I here does it even matter any more? I'm falling, falling, falling, falling I've hit rock bottom I've found a shovel I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm digging and I've hit gold and I've found riches but I don't need them there's no point in them so I'm still digging and I've hit oil and I'm covered in thick oil and it's dark and it disgusting and I can't breathe and I can't see and I can't do anything because I'm still digging and the oil is filling up my lungs and I can't breathe and I'm still digging and my eyes are sealed shut and I can't see. Where am I going I don't know where I'm going do you know where I'm going because I haven't the slightest clue only that I'm going down and down and down and maybe I'm going sideways too but I'm definitely going down unless I'm upside down then I'm going up but that's not the point because the oil is coThe Loss4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
things i've yet to tell you.i. last night i woke up just in timethings i've yet to tell you.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to pronounce myself dead.
i figured, at the very least
i deserve to say it first.
i figure i've earned that much.
instant death- or
death in an instant-
they try to tell you
"she never felt a thing"
your heart beats until it doesn't.
it beats slowly or quickly
intensely or softly, but know that mine
has to work so hard to keep up
when you're around.
i love you for that.
lately i've had the same drea
The Last SongA silent tear falls onto my bedThe Last Song5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I search inside my head.
In my room, I hear a strangled cry.
I look around to find that it is mine.
The tears are flowing freely now.
Take this as my final vow.
I will never stop loving you,
Not even long after I say we're through.
It's been a rough time.
Especially since I can't call you mine.
You must have fallen for some other girl,
Spun her mind like a Tilt-A-Whirl.
If I'm honest, you surprised me today.
On the phone, you seemed a world away.
You're voice was with me, but your self,
It was with with someone else.
Or so I thought.
My memories have brought
You back to me.
I hold you in my arms, relishing this--the first of many memories.
The Notebook- My PoemThe Notebook- My Poem10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At first I hated you
didn't even dream of dating you
At the carnival's delights
You gave me a fright
Forced me to agree
To a date
But the next day
I blew you away
But then you
Got your friends to
To go to see
A late night movie
Then I decided to take a walk
With you down the street
We laid there
Under the street light
Watching it change
I learned about you
You learned about me
We danced in the middle
Of the street
Then after that night
We were always together
Under the summer sun
Until the parents ruined our fun
They took me away
After a year of silence
Your heart must have been
Shattered to pieces
After meeting him
Then seeing your picture
In the paper
I had to see you
I came for a visit
Then it turned out
We were just meant to be
We fell in love all over again
And here's a promise to you
Though I may forget
Read this Notebook
Back to me
And I'll come back to you.
To LoveAs i lay one day to await anotherTo Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
longing to see her beauty
to taste her lips so sweet
to smell her wonderful aroma to which cripples my soul in the best of ways
to gaze upon her beauty so true to help me feel
to feel alive
to feel love
Refound LoveThe feeling, the touch, all is to perfection.Refound Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart beats for the one body, mind, and beauty of the perfect woman.
The truth was lies and love was lost to me until the day I gazed upon her angelic figure. My heart stopped.
My body went numb.
I couldn't speak, but never have I felt so alive just from her presence.
Her smile made my heart beat.
Her beauty brought the feeling back to my body.
Her voice helped me speak again.
She turned the lies into the truth and brought the love back to my heart.
Dash of love, Bash of hatred.Dash of love, Bash of hatred.Dash of love, Bash of hatred.4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
He doesn't know I am crying.
I do know he is lying.
Even though im trying.
Still I keep on dying.
All I want to do is sleep.
Holding back my weep.
Everything I want to keep.
Oops I went to deep.
I walk threw the night.
Feeling of the bite.
Cant stand the site,
Of his awful mite.
The dash of love.
The bash of hatred.
The trash of my life,
The flash of the end.
Jealous Of HimHe makes you smileJealous Of Him6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He makes you laugh
He's just a guy you just met, ya?
I've been here for years
He's been here for monthes
You're quiet around me
You talk around him.
I wish I could make you smile
But, alas, I can not
Am I not reliable?
The Haunting of Finley Hart - Chapter 12 Suitcases are packed and lined up by my door. Comfortable travel clothes are layed out, two outfits side by side for Andy and me to wear tomorrow. Most of my CDs are away in bags, but my favorites are on my empty dresser for the car ride tomorrow. My regular bedding is packed away; my bed looks lonely with just pillows and a fuzzy blanket which we can easily fit in the car tomorrow. Only furniture remains in my room for the movers. Downstairs, boxes we'd only just put away are out of the attic, piled in the lifeless living room. The dead room...The Haunting of Finley Hart - Chapter 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My mother rented a movie for Andy and me, and we're watching it in her room. We have bowls of ice cream and fuzzy pajamas and we are curled up close together to watch.
I feel pretty damn good overall. I got Andy back, and we're leaving this house forever first thing tomorrow morning. We'll shop for Andy, get her clothes, a bed, things like that. Then we'll
Thanks to youThanks to you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You ask me why I'm still standing,
even after all the pain,
after all my bleeding,
and tears dripping like rain.
Maybe it's because I forgot,
but I don't think that's it.
I think it's because I remember,
who never let me quit.
I remember ever tear,
and still hold every scar,
but even though I'm gone,
I remember you're not far.
I may have given up,
and I may have moved away,
but who was it that used to tell me
in my heart you'll always stay?
Even through the loneliness,
and indecisive days,
I remember who stood by me
and made me change my ways.
So every time I forget
why I never went down,
I remind my myself who it was,
who never let me frown.
Though there aren't many,
the few friends that did stay,
like you all have done for me,
I'll love you anyway.
Sticky Buns and RainSticky Buns and Rain4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rain, the streets of London were quite used to it so were its inhabitants all except for one, Samantha. What had seemed like a fine and mostly sunny day was turning into the worst downpour in over three months. Samantha sighed in defeat as she looked out the window from the safety and warmth of the crowded café. She wrinkled her nose in disgust mentally
cursing for leaving the house in the first place.
In truth the only person to blame for the predicament Samantha was in would be John; he was the one that asked for those sticky buns the café sold. While he went to practice with the lads early in the morning she set out to walk the three blocks to said café. Sure she could blame john but she didn't instead she blamed herself for forgetting to take her umbrella with her. Umbrellas were never in short supply in the place she and John shared, with the unforgiving weather that London had to offer an umbrella was a must at all times.
This morning however Samantha could not fin
The Back of The BusFrom the back of the bus,The Back of The Bus4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit and watch you and her discuss
Whatever it is that you do.
I smile when I see you smile.
Then frown because I know
You'll never smile again because of me.
My heart races when you turn to look behind you.
How did you not even notice?
Our eyes locked for only but a moment..
I thought you saw me...
I guess you just saw right through.
I catch a glimpse here and there
And breathe in deep when you move away your hair.
If I close my eyes, I can almost smell your shampoo.
And smile lightly as I remember how you
Use conditioner first, and a bottle of pink and a bottle of blue.
My heart aches..
But I know I must do whatever it takes
To keep all the tears away.
Just seeing you smile,
Baby, that makes each day worth while.
I wonder though,
How do you make it through your days?
Like everything in your world is okay..
I guess that's just the part that's really hard..
To see you laugh and talk with your friends
Like it means nothing to you to see us end.
When I can't ev
A Different CrownIf ever I have a son with cherry lips,A Different Crown4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and sweeping eyelashes,
I'll treat him like a queen.
If ever I have a daughter with a heavy chest,
and an empty feeling between her legs,
I'll treat her like a king.
One of a kind; majestic lions since birth...
and I know what it's like to have a different crown atop a golden head.
Happy 18th Birthday To Me.....18 years of pain, 18 years of struggles.Happy 18th Birthday To Me.....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
18 years of laughter and vivid enjoyment.
Finally considered to be an adult,
Though I feel as if I'm still a child.
18 years of hiding,
But still the hiding continues.
Afraid it will never end,
When can I be myself again?
I feel like a schizophrenic,
Double life, one real me.
I'm starting to lose who I was,
This never-ending production where I play multiple people.
Which character is the real me?
Does anyone remember who he is?
He's not the same one my mother once new,
He's dead, yet alive, but a puppet pulled by my strings.
Made to play the part he once had,
As I wait to let the curtains fall on him.
Then I will emerge as the true me.
18 years of waiting for the curtains to rise on the real me,
It is not the time just yet.
18 years now,
Happy 18th Birthday to the real me!
Whoever you may be
Incomplete 17 "C'mon, let's go already!" Lyssa yelled with one foot out the door.Incomplete 174 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm coming, coming!" I yelled back, shoving my arms through my jacket sleeves. I rolled up the sleeves to just below my elbows, zipped up the front about 3 inches, then walked out the door.
"I don't get why you're wearing a jacket," she laughed. "It's, what, sixty degrees out?"
"Hey! ...Fifty-eight," i stuck my tongue out and she burst out laughing. Smiling, i wrapped one arm around her waist and we started walking in the direction of the mall.
"I'm so glad i live so close," she mumbled, leaning her head on my shoulder as we went. I just nodded as we passed another couple - a boy and a girl - on the other side of the street. They were staring at us.
I looked away from their judgmental eyes, fixating on the streets ahead of us. I did not - wo
Silly ScarecrowLike silly scarecrows, we decided that maybe hearts weren't such bad things, after all, and perhaps, we might try to have one. Some weeks, years, texts, or phone calls later, we have decided that hearts were a bad idea, and put our particles into Swiss vaults for safe-keeping, because they are exactly the sort of things that people love to steal.Silly Scarecrow4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
For a time afterward, it's always the smells that catch you off-guard. You can look away from their face, you can walk out of range of their voice, you can block them online, only think of the bad times, and delete their number from your phone to keep you from anything desperate, but you can't stop the scents that you associate with the goodness of them, the happiness you felt in their arms, the smell rising from the skin you brushed your lips over. Maybe it was a certain cologne, a specific brand of cigarettes, a particular soap, even something from their house or their job, but whenever you catch just the barest hint of it, it makes y
Incomplete 10 "So, does this mean we're like...a thing now?" Lyssa questioned me as we walked together to her locker, fingers intertwined. I smiled.Incomplete 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Only if you want to be, i guess," I shrugged and laughed when she actually looked thoughtful.
Then she smiled brightly at me, asking, "One more thing. If we're gunna be together..." - a sharp intake of breath, and a satisfied smile - "...should we keep it on the DL? Or can we, y'know...go public?"
Now i was the one who looked thoughtful. Well, what did i have to lose? It's not like i was bent out of shape over people knowing. Then again, what about those homophobes around school...i looked at Lyssa, and my answer became clear in an instant.
"If anyone asks, we'll tell them. PDA is totally acceptable. After all, what do i have to be ashamed of? I'm with the most beautiful girl on this planet" - she blushed
Broken Pieces of Your HeartHe will stand strong;Broken Pieces of Your Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he's against all wrong.
But there's only so much he can do
when it comes to one s u c h a s y o u.
He will crack, and he will b r e a k;
he will cry, and he will shake.
But there's no where left to go
when you come up to show
the hate you hold in your heart.
Now, that boy, he is so smart -
he's always known what to do -
but somehow, things aren't the same with you.
Please, don't tell him those words of hate.
They make him question and debate
his morals, and everything he ever stood for -
he'll lose his direction, and have happiness no more.
And her? She sees th