AutumnAutumn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaves crunching underneath my sneakers as I walk along the paths of the town. I glance to my left, watching the cars fly by, cool air flying up all around me, I can feel it in my bones, the sweetness of Autumn's air seeping in.
My pace gets slower and I come to a stop, a song playing in my ears, I look up to the sky, the sun starting to set, everything clear and crisp, I see nothing but Blue, never-ending Blue. Higher and higher, deeper and deeper, I am engulfed in colour.
I come back to my thoughts and continue to walk, with my hands in my pockets, I keep snuggled in my over-sized, worn, sweatshirt. I close my eyes and start to hum, breathing in the air, a cool chill filling my lungs, I let a smile play about my lips as think of the nights to come, and spending the evenings with the one I truly wish to be with.
Stopped at a crosswalk, I look to the Sun, it's starting to set on this peaceful afternoon. It smiles and waves, telling us that the day is done, for the Night is to come.
white rosesone-white roses6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we wore patched jeans and skinned knees
before they were cool;
we wore them when they were free,
costing only wear and tear
and kneeling in the grass.
we learned from the best;
more importantly, we actually
learned, and all the rest
of the world bowed to our might.
we spoke dreams into the sky,
and let rust-colored scrapes
make us worthy.
let's face it;
no one sees white roses anymore.
we embodied white roses.
sitting on the corpses
of dark-wood trees,
we actually flew;
and no skyscraper-teeth
chewed through our world.
if they wither,
Dear TeachersDear Teachers;Dear Teachers4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Friday, April 15th, is the national Day of Silence in the United States. The Day of Silence was designed for members of the LGBT (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender) community who have been subject to many forms of bullying because of who they are and who they love. In being silent, I represent those who cannot be honest about who they are because of where they live, their religion, or how their families view LGBT community members. In being silent, I am screaming volumes for those who suffer every day in silence. I represent every student you have ever taught or ever will teach that was Gay or Lesbian but never had the courage to tell you. I am the embodiment of the opressed, scared, self-hating, insecure people of today who are unable to reveal their entire selves to the ones they love.
I am participating in this day for myself, for everyone I love that can't express themselves, and for everyone I have never met that feel the same. In doing this I am spreading awa
Have You EverHave you ever just looked up into this night sky,Have You Ever3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's so bright and beautiful,
Shinning just so we will be able to see,
See how this one simple thing,
Can change your whole life,
Have you ever just stepped into the suns light,
To feel the warmth it's offering you ,
It's shine just asking you,
To come and play outside,
If even for a little while,
Have you ever just danced in your kitchen,
Because you wanted to act silly,
While no ones around to watch,
You act truly amazing,
Have you ever just cried into the night,
To let all those worries pour out,
Onto that pillow you hold so tightly,
Only wanting the pain to go away,
Have you ever just laid in your yard,
To see those stars once more,
Because their there to listen,
To whatever you have to say,
I Will LiveSo many people use the phraseI Will Live3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I would die for you"
But I couldn't imagine what you'd do
If I died for you
I would much rather live
Live to protect you
Live to see you smile
Live to be held in your arms
I will live
Even if I end up in a hospital bed
And the doctor tells me there is no chance
I will defy the odds
Even if all hope is gone
No matter how bad I want to give up
No matter how sweet death would feel
No matter how close to the edge I am
I will always be here for you
Smiling with you
And being held
I will live
Eulogy.Goodness!Eulogy.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way you walk this town at night! As if
You expect the stars to swoon and drop down;
The moon to relinquish his crown and praise
You for outshining the day.
I admire the way you never frown at defeat,
Because realistically, you're no more
The Queen than you are the clown. Though,
As you are, you'd make the latter proud.
I'll make the call to
Sound the sirens. Loud.
We've got another casualty,
Trampled by her crowd.
You tragic little thing,
How do you like me now?
What MCR Means To MeNot many people get to tell others what My Chemical Romance means to them. Either no one to talk to or everyone just doesn't care. I'll tell all of you, all of those who give a damn enough to click on this deviation, what they mean to me and what they have done for me.What MCR Means To Me3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My Chemical Romance saved my life. Not JUST them but they played a pretty extensive part. I'm a girl with depression, anxiety, insomnia, a human interactive disorder, and I'm completely different from everyone in my town. I didn't really have anyone to turn to.
I'm still depressed. But it's not as bad as it was before. I don't take medication or see a professional. I listen to My Chemical Romance. They pick me up when I'm down and push me when I need motivation.
I had one friend... ONE. And he didn't even live around me. When I found out he died... I sort of just... I felt hollow. I turned to him for everything. Hell, I was in love with him. And suddenly he was gone? What was I suppose
LoveLove...Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is only true
when both the lovers
feel the same <3
love is but a mere
disguise to trick ones heart
for the wrong guy
and doesn't mean
what he speaks
but those sweet lies
made love once true
but now they lie
upon a deathbed
as he cheats
and leaves her behind
to pick up the pieces
of her broken heart
while he's out enjoying
the lustful life
she's at home
in hopes he'd return
and this time
hoping he returns
actually loving her
as much as he said he did
that never happens
because he lies
and true love
is hard to find
she awaits true love
but true love is never
coming to get her....
2. Love"Would you like to know how I know that you love me?"2. Love3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The question was a little off hand, a little unexpected and a lot intriguing.
She lifted up her eyes to meet his, tilting her head slightly to the right and replying with a quiet, "how?"
"You know exactly how I like my coffee and you make a point to get up every morning and make it just right for me before I leave for work, even though you go back to sleep immediately after."
A soft smile spread across her lips as she listened to his words. His bright eyes looked into hers as he gently held her hands in his.
"You know that I like the room cold, just so I can use more blankets at night, and you never complain about it. In fact, you've set our bed up to keep us equally warm and comfortable."
They both laughed quietly to themselves, before he turned his eyes away, looking up to their fireplace.
"You take care of the things that are important to me, even if you may think they're incredibly stupid."
She followed his eyes to the framed ti
HonorWhen did telling peopleHonor4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What they want to hear
Become more important than
Little lies to spare
The feelings of those you
When do they stop being about
Their protection and
Start being about
For lies will eventually
And when they are
No matter how
The hurt is only
Is it worth the breach of trust?
That small moment of peace
Tenuous as you know it to be
Fragile as an eggshell
Is the sacrifice of
There is a reason
That sayings exist
Even ones such as
"Death before Dishonor"
Life is too ShortYou have been judged.Life is too Short3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You feel unloved.
Feel the whole world is out after you.
But I'm here, I'm here for you.
And I promise you, we'll see it through.
You need a laugh or two?
Well that's what I do.
So don't be blue.
I'll be here for you.
And I promise we'll see it all through...
Hold onto those dreams.
Let out all those screams.
Because no matter how hard it all seems...
In the end it will all be redeemed...
So hold on.
Life's not done.
So hold on...
Let out your hair.
In the sunlights glare.
Let the whole world know...
That you're here to glow.
Life is too short.
A Lonely Soul.She looked for love in all the wrong places.A Lonely Soul.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wished for all the right things,
Knowing she was strong-
That at the end of the day most things couldn't go any more wrong.
She's climbing out of the hole she fell into when she was a little girl.
Mending the heart that was broken by so many-
Covering the soul that has touched me so deeply.
She's trying to heal,
Trying to find her own path.
She's looking for a love-
Hoping for it to last,
She has searched high and low.
Looked left to right.
She probably prays before she goes to sleep at night,
Hoping and wishing-
Wanting and needing.
I just hope she realizes,
She'll never find what she's looking for.
It has to find her.
The Death of Bin LadenI walked out into my street this morning to find people dancing, celebrating, shouting. I was momentarily confused this was too late, surely, for royal wedding excitement? I could think of nothing but sadness saturating this particular morning.The Death of Bin Laden4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
And yet. There. An image of Obama. Another of Bin Laden. Angry slashes through his face. Jeering red paint mocking at his throat.
I felt mine close.
They are not doing this.
Celebrating his death. Celebrating it like it could ever be anything good. Celebrating yet another example of the countless times humans have resorted to, and yes I shudder at the word, necessary killings, because we cannot accept one another. Celebrating as if you could force liberty and peace into a land with the tools only of violence and death.
So I swore. Loudly. And again. And again. FUCKITFUCKITALL. Over and over again. Not because I'm not capable of saying so much more, but because you do not seem capable of understanding anything less.
Tell Me Your Story?All around me are stories,Tell Me Your Story?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watch people write them with their foot steps.
Relive them with their mouths.
Confess them with there pens.
Real or imagined
Comic or tragic
We tell them all the same.
In time altered to be larger than life
Or hidden in the years that keep stacking.
Many just lost in translation.
I want to know them all.
My ears are greedy for the plots
Lived by my peers and ancestors.
I want to know how life has treated you.
The way a sunset is seen in your minds eye.
Feel love, loss, fear, joy through your words.
I want to live all the lives I was spared from, or deprived of.
I want to understand something other than myself.
Fill the gap that lies invariably between us. Of time, space and circumstance.
Lets spin a web of words,
Like a dream catcher.
We'll hang it over the world.
Then when we're all dead and gone we'll have our library.
Maybe then we'll understand what all this mess was about.
That God likes jigsaw puzzles
And I think
He gave us all a
I'm Sorry...I'm sorryI'm Sorry...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I seem hesitant,
closed, or withdrawn.
And I'm sorry
If I seem shy,
or I can't hold your gaze for very long.
If I seem abrasive,
sarcastic, or harsh.
And I'm sorry
If I seem uncaring,
or I don't show my affection from the start.
I hope you see
I'm fragile, not strong,
Give me time,
I haven't let myself feel for so long.
trying to break my shell
though it may not seem so,
I want to change, but I need your help.
I'm trying, I swear,
but things are just
changing so fast.
And I'm trying, I swear,
I'm doing my best
to get over some of the things in my past.
It's not you, I swear,
you are kind,
sweet and amazing.
It's not you, I swear,
It's my head-
It won't let me hear what my heart has been saying.
BrokenI don't know why they call it a broken heart, because it's not, really.Broken4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's more like your heart is trying to break apart, but it never really succeeds.
It's like it's literally trying to pull itself into two, and struggling to function correctly in the process.
And oh, it hurts.
If you've never had a broken heart you won't understand, you probably think it's an emotional thing, like it's all in the mind.
But it's so much more than that.
It's a physical ache in your chest, a painful whine that just doesn't quit.
It's a kind of pressure, compacting your whole chest area and making everything inside hurt.
Then it rises, it forces its way up into your throat, forming an aching lump that pushes tears from your eyes.
And then you're crying because it's just impossible not to do so.
And even when you're all cried out, it's still there, this indescribable ache that feels like no other ache you've ever
Try AgainYou just have to try a little harder,Try Again3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Start up again and then you may falter,
Make your foolproof plan,
Decide to succeed,
Hide in denial when the hope takes a leave,
Think it over again,
Give it one last shot,
Shoot for your goals,
Then watch the stars drop,
Let go of your dreams,
Let them fall to the ashes,
You have no more passion,
Pick yourself up,
Brush off the denial,
Pick up the movements that lay dusty in a pile,
Paint a new picture that uses old words,
Remember the reasons you wanted to be heard,
Stand there in silence,
Reminisce for a while,
Take time to recreate,
No more acting like a child,
Step back to the top,
Throw caution to the wind,
Time for action and consequences,
A victory song to sing.
I careThe woman in front of me sits there with a smirk on her face. She thinks she has all of us figured out. She holds her head high, confident in our defeat.I care3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I bet Daddy told you you were pretty when you were a little girl."
Her eyes flicker to my face for a moment, I lock onto her gaze.
"My Daddy never did. You know that girl with the long pony tail down her back over there? She never was given attention, so I spend every second of my day giving her my undivided time."
She holds my gaze strong.
"See that girl with the dark brown hair? An ignorant boy broke her heart, and took her spirit. Now I'm stitching it back together and giving her whats left of my own spirit."
An unsurprised look flashes through her eyes.
"Do you see the girl with the dirty blond hair? I spend countless hours trying to make her confident in her beauty. Do you know why? Because Daddy never told her she was pretty as a little girl, neither did Mommy."
Finally her smirk twitches. This time I smile just a bit.
My WordsFor someone who loves words so muchMy Words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I find they often let me down
Words mean the world to me
Yet the best things in the world
Cannot be expressed through them
How can "How are you?"
Express the genuine desire
To know how someone's day is
How they are feeling
And not receive an unconvincing "Good"
How can "I love you"
Express to a friend that they do more
Than make me smile and laugh
That they saved my life
And they make every day whole
How can "I'm sorry"
Express the deep sorrow I feel
At knowing someone is hurt
Knowing how they ache
And being unable to fully help them?
How can "You make me happy"
Express that feeling I get in my heart
When he holds me and kisses my head
Or calls me beautiful
And then asks why I'm smiling
How can "Thank you"
Express the way a compliment feels
When I've spent my whole life
Listening to silences
And believing they told me I'm not good enough
How can all these words
Express that deep down in my heart
In my soul, in my being
I know words will never be enou
Fate Do you believe in predestination?Fate4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Think for a second, of all the people in your life. Those who have touched, and changed you life, for better or worse. What would your life be like without them? Would your life be better or worse? By what twist of fate are we born into the families we are born into?
I think of my wonderful friends. They brought me back from the precipice, the brink of suicide. Not by sending me a facebook message or calling just as I was about to dig the razor into my throat, but by being them, my crazy, wonderful, amazing, socially challenged, insane, awesome, funny, perfect friends. My true friends that stayed with me. Those who listen to me and don't brush me off as seeking attention and making a mountain out of a molehill.
It makes me wonder about so many things. If I had never told anyone about my cutting, would I be alive today? If I had never gone to my school, would I have been bullied to the edge of suicide at whatever other school I happened to go to? Wo
Dear Someone,I don't know who you are or why I had the sudden urge to write this. You could be anyone in the whole wide world. But for some reason, you were on my heart this morning. I haven't slept all night, and I guess staring at the ceiling makes one think about what really matters.Dear Someone,3 years ago in Letters More Like This
You're one-of-a-kind, you know that? Not factory-made, not mass-produced, not something but someone. Even if you're a twin or triplet, you're uniquely and wonderfully you. There is something about you that no one else has, and that the world would be woefully without if it were taken away. From the curve of your eyelashes to the barest hint of a smile at one corner of your mouth when you're trying not to laugh, you're a collection of little miracles all wrapped up into one special and wonderfully made package. Each of your cells custom-made, chains of DNA specifically forged and coded just for you. But you're more than science. You're tangible and intangible, physical and ethereal, radiating emotion and life