-In Honest Truth-Often am I asked-In Honest Truth-3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
what I’ll do after a certain point in life
and in honest truth, I always say the same thing.
“Well, I guess I’ll be in college, or at my wedding,
or perhaps even at the funeral
of yet another friend
another loved one
who never got to see the light in their darkness.”
But people don’t like hearing that.
Often am I told
I shouldn’t have such a negative view on life
and in honest truth, I often feel the same way.
“Well, I guess those that shouldn’t see the dark
are the ones that find themselves
surrounded by a bitter truth
that they are alone
left to drown in what others created for them.”
But people don’t like hearing that.
Often am I asked
why such a young person hates the world
and in honest truth, I always give the same smile.
“Well, I guess I went through way too much
watching best friends die
at the hands of others
when all they really needed was a willing ear.”
But people don
-Least Amazing Suicide Rap-If I killed myself this year-Least Amazing Suicide Rap-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder who would even care?
Would anybody notice
if I just wasn't there?
You're on top of the world
but I'm the bottom of the pile.
You're thinkin' you've won
but fame is just for a while.
I'm a freak, I'm a bitch
but my problems have a hitch--
'cause my issues all depend
on the days that I can't ditch.
I'm the suicidal poet
the only chick who isn't sleazy
but you're surrounded by the bitches
thinkin' life is always easy.
You never even know what
it's like to be afraid;
take another guess, I'll sit back here
just countin' the days.
Every damn day I walk the halls
and think of death.
Think about how you
are just a waste of breath.
Every single word you speak
is just bullshit with a face
No wonder your slut ex girlfriend
got you so easily replaced.
Sad I'm still alive
after every single day of the
pain and the tears
since I lost the drive.
Cause my heart's a fist,
the pain is just another
fact of life, I can't reach bliss.
This time I'm about to
lose my hea
-Remnants of Emotion-Where words will fail my heart speaks true-Remnants of Emotion-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
apart from lies I throw at you.
The hatred, fake and weak at best
dissolved by truth that I detest.
'Tis true the love won't go away
but pain is there, felt every day.
My heart is weak, my mind a wreck
I'm on the last card of this deck.
Deception, tricks and hateful words
not love, not strength that you deserve.
My heart's a snake, its venom death
will plague me past my final breath.
I want to hate, to forget love
that hides inside; a cut-wing dove.
Must you draw me deep inside
away from anger in which I hide?
Must you pull me from my heart
that dwells within its deadly art?
I want to hate you, must forget
but hearts are fickle, and full of debt.
The love you paid that was returned
in words of hate that only burned.
The hatred, fake and weak at best
dissolved by truth that I detest.
Where words will fail my heart speaks true
apart from lies I throw at you.
Bullying rantToday I was told by my gym teacher that I had no reason to run crying from gym and thinking of suicide because, obviously the bullying I endure is all my fault because I choose to dress with armwarmers to hide my scars, necklaces related to my religion of Paganism, and I choose to dye my hair red with blue bangs.Bullying rant2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Today I was told that if I hadn't made the choice to express myself in such a way despite the uniform policy of khakis and black polo shirts, I would not have heard the girl in my class complaining about what a bitch I am because I wouldn't lend her a pencil when she rudely asked for one months ago.
No, I am not a bitch.
I am defensive against strangers because I've been stabbed in the back by most of the people I trusted, and treated like a pile of excrement by strangers at school because I'm not Christian, or just not "normal" in their eyes. I don't let people see the vulnerable, sweet and gentle side of me because usually those who do take advantage of it and
-Appease-You stare at me but never see-Appease-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the agony inside of me.
I am the dying and the lost
into the void, my heart I tossed.
I'm pain and fear, and darkest hate
with hunger I can never sate.
Your cruelty feeds my tortured soul
but none of it can make me whole.
You can taunt, beat and tease
but never can my heart appease.
-High School-I don't like the new ways-High School-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't like the change
I'd rather the familiar
to the new and the strange.
I don't like the students
so wild and untamed
I miss the calm silence;
Now disquiet, deranged.
I dislike the clamor
of the lost in the halls
Preferring the comfort,
not the maze of these walls.
I'm loathing the anger
the pain and the hate
I'm lost in this place
by a cruel turn of fate.
Let me go back
to the comfort of home
There, together we stood
but now I'm all alone.
Moving on is so hard
memories can't erase
I should be back with them,
don't belong in this place.
Sonnet of Sorrow: Ch1Sonnet of Sorrow: Ch12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Adventuring alone was dangerous, but I was the Cleric who called myself Synkya the Ever Lost, and I'll be damned if I can remember the last time I cared about how dangerous something was. I was and always have been a Cleric, a Werelion and a Warpriestess of Nerull. Anything that was stupid enough to attack me was going to be met head-on by the claws, fangs and khopesh of what was quite possibly one of the deadliest things to ever set foot outside of the Cerulean Hills. Between my spells, my swordsmanship and my ice mephit familiar, creatures -- especially the undead -- found surviving awfully difficult around me.
The Drow Elf who had given me the quest had warned against going alone, and had all but begged me to take a friend of the fighter persuasion along with. I had shrugged him off and said I'd be back within a day for my reward, leaving the harbor of Stormreach for less familiar territory to the south where my new objective lay. I wasn't looking forward to the lecture I'd likely g
-Scattered Life-My mind is scattered everywhere-Scattered Life-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my thoughts a state of disrepair.
I'm lost inside a mental hell
and now a danger to myself.
The knife is coated; scarlet red,
it is a wonder I'm not dead.
My pain exposed for all to see
the monster that's inside of me.
Slowly now I watch myself change
as madness makes me more deranged.
Bloodshot eyes beg those outside
to save me and ignore their pride.
I howl in pain; you torture me
and drown me in this agony.
The tears I shed will dry tonight
as I give up, give up on life.
JokeThey laugh and joke about suicideJoke2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but they don't have any marks to hide.
I sit in silence with scarred arms veiled
as they have been since my life derailed.
They tease their friends about razorblades
when I want to cut; but alas, I'm delayed.
My eyes are closed so they cannot see
the anger growing inside of me.
I want to shout, to scream and wail
and tell them of my bloody tale.
They won't listen, nor pay attention
they'll just hear with no retention.
-Ready to Go-Now little Snow she was ready to go-Ready to Go-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to let the whole world know
and let all the pain show.
She was always the one who could keep it all in
always pushing it down
till it burst from within.
Kids told her in class, they said "suicide,"
They shoulda seen they were right;
The bottle was empty, her pills weren't inside
She pushed it away till it swallowed her down
now her story remains
in the heart of the town.
-Deadly Muse-My muse has fled the paper,-Deadly Muse-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
abandoning my head;
made me a breathing canvas,
for a painting done in red.
My muse has taken over
when for ages she was lost;
destructive are her habits,
so scarlet lines are crossed.
My muse has taken up a brush
and drawn upon my arm;
sadistic in her nature,
she takes pleasure in my harm.
My muse has gone a bit too far
in painting on my skin;
as scarlet flows from out my veins
she's killing from within.
My muse has found a last escape
through art and agony;
she took a razor paintbrush
and in death gave me release.
-Sadness-When you're sad,-Sadness-3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's always a
Always a pain.
There's no one to
There's no one to tell,
No one who will
And get you through
If You SeekIf you seek out fortune, for fortune's sake alone,If You Seek3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You will be left with a heart of stone.
If you seek out wisdom, for wisdom only,
You will be left cold and lonely.
But if you seek out the two, under fear of God,
Love will come and your desire made true!
DarknessDarkness is not fear, it is peace, a welcoming silence, a warm disappearance. It is not the end, it is only a beginning to a dream.Darkness3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The only thing to fear is what precedes the dark.
Sonnet of Sorrow: Ch2Sonnet of Sorrow: Ch22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Waking up in the Phoenix Tavern with little memory of the previous night is generally considered "not good" by me. I know it was the Phoenix because the Phoenix Tavern had been the first I had ever slept in when I had first left the Cerulean Hills. I recognized the room design from the long nights spent cursing at the brawlers on the floor below me.
I didn't remember losing consciousness and didn't know how long I'd been out. I remembered killing the necromancers and working back through the halls to clear out the undead. There had been two more vampires, a few dozen zombies and a handful of skeletons, some of which were arcane. I couldn't remember anything past slaying the last skeleton I sensed and then leaning against a wall. I had been breathing heavily and having issues seeing. My vision was blurry and it was hard for me to concentrate.
Now that I was awake, my head was still fuzzy and it was hard for me to stand up.
And I was naked. Someone in the tavern had stripped me down. Eit
-Unheard-She smiles at every insult,-Unheard-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she laughs at every word.
She's a psycho and a freak
'cause she isn't in their herd.
The Normals, Gangsta's and the Preps,
they taunt, they laugh and tease,
but never know that every night,
her knife gives her release.
The pillow's all that comforts her
the blood is all that's left.
Her mind is scattered, twisted so
and ragged is her breath.
The memories are taunting her
but no-one outside knows
the agony inside her mind
in death's last final throes.
She smiles at every insult
but dies with every word.
Her soul cries out for help
but the pleas still go unheard.
-Missed-What did I do wrong?-Missed-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which path should I have taken?
To stop the breaking of my heart;
the psyche now so shaken.
A soul so shattered in the frame
of youth eternally broken.
The silence speaks of agony
to which her death is token.
I want to leave, to break in twain,
dissolve into the mist.
But none would see, and none would know
by none would I be missed.
BeautifulThe girl sitting next to me has a beautiful smile.Beautiful2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I want to get up and tell her but I'm too nervous. I am, in fact, a perfect stranger. One of 40,000 here.
I wonder if she notices when I look up to see if she's smiling again. She watches people who walk by too. That's why I caught her smiling the first time. I think she saw someone do something funny.
I wish society didn't deem it strange for one girl to call another girl beautiful.
Maybe then I could have gone up and told her.
Instead of just writing about it
"Um...this may sound weird strange but you have a really pretty smile " I don't even know how I got over here, over, standing in front of her. I don't even know where this courage to speak came from. But I did. The words hung in the air.
And she smiled again.
"Thanks," she said. "That You really made my day."
I tried not to skip all the way to math.
Sitting in the shade of that tall tree,
A beautiful girl sat next to me.
And shared her hap
End of my storyYou don’t remember meEnd of my story7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t remember me as well
I love to hurt myself
It feels like I am alive
I keep living in hell
But I like it anyway
Blood keeps running on my lips
And I love this salty iron taste
I push the knife deeper
I like how it’s feeling
My heart makes music
My soul is still breathing
Forgive me, love
Forgive and forget
Don’t keep these memories
Let them go
You can’t be treasuring
Someone who’s gotten too cold
Giving Up Isn't What Matters, It's Moving OnYou're the girl that cries herself asleep at night.Giving Up Isn't What Matters, It's Moving On2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're the boy that punches the wall out of anger.
You're the one that blames those little 'scratches' on the cat.
You're the one that looks in the mirror and craves collar bones.
You're the one that sees your friends and envies what they have:
But when will you realize that you have all that you will ever need?
People will leave.
People will disappoint you.
But you have to find the real you.
The one that doesn't have to rely on others to make him happy.
The one that can look in the mirror and say "I'm happy".
The one that finds happiness in HERSELF.
I'm not there yet.
But I know one day I will be.
With your help or not.