The Girl Behind The MaskShe's the girl that holds the smile.The Girl Behind The Mask5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vibrance shines in her bright brown eyes.
It is her laughter that you hear ringing
down the desolate school halls.
The girl who's heart is greater than gold.
The girl who's smile is forced,
her glowing eyes hiding tears.
Laughter that turns cold,
a heart heavier than gold.
She hides behind her mask,
a talent she's had for far too long.
I see it, when she turns away from the crowd.
When she hides behind sweaters,
as if they'll shield her thoughts,
stating that she's cold in the balmy month of June.
But see, i know that girl behind the mask.
Her arm shakes
as she puts pen to paper.
Her breath catches
as she tries to remember to breathe.
Memories haunt her,
Of the alchoholic father
who's drunk himself over the edge.
Of the depressed mother
who's scared wrists still fighten her.
The blood spattered room that she can't escape from.
The psychotic brother
who's life is going nowhere,
as his friend,
who only he can see,
talks to him.
Her fears control her n
Afraid and Alone...Tears stream downAfraid and Alone...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from forlorn eyes
A fountain of purest substance,
flooded with lies...
Tainted by insult;
my disrespected youth
Shrouded in deceit
and deviated from the truth.
Beaten down by those
who held my trust...
And taken advantage of
with a searing lust
with anything that I said;
Whether 'twas fib or fact,
my tears were shed.
I barely withstood
their trembling fury
Tormented and questioned
by my own kinsmen's jury...
I could take it no longer;
the road was too rough...
My virtue was eclipsing;
silence and faith wasn't enough
I lost my path in dusk;
my innocence fled to darker lands
With a box of sharp objects,
I took matters into my own hands...
Shrouded by mists of confusion and pain,
I didn't know what to do
Left afraid and alone,
there was not one soul I could turn to...
And even if there was...
They wouldn't have cared to know...
They wouldn't have cared at all...
And they wouldn't have understood.
Until death comes...My lifeUntil death comes...5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(I feel like I'm)
Feels more like
(Sleeping on a storm cloud)
Are filled with
Monsters and pain
I'm not okay
Steals my soul..
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
Look Past The ObviousCool blackLook Past The Obvious2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one dares go near me
They think I'm a monster
They think darkness is my soul
They see devil horns
They see knives in my mane
They see dried blood on my fingertips
They fear me
They fight me
They hurt me
They hate me
They never think
There are dusty angel wings there?
There is a broken rim of golden light?
That glass pierces its heart
But it still trys to be good?
The knives are there
Because they were thrown at it?
The blood is there
Because it helped a fallen warrior?
It stays in the shadows
For its protection?
Every time it crawls out
Death meets it?
That all it wants
Is a Chance
Is a Friend
Acrostic III’M INVISIbLEAcrostic II2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I WOULDN’T MIND IF I WAS A GONEr BECAUSE I’M
JUST A SHADOW oN THE WALLS
REPEATEDLY SAYING I’M Ok
NO ONE UNDERSTANDS Me
IF I LEFT, WOULD ANYBODY nOTIVE?
Trust MeTrust me,Trust Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll make it through.
I'll make it through...
Being so different,
Feeling so separated,
I'll make it through...
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.
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?
UnchainedAll the things that bindUnchained4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That tie up my soul
And keep it from the light
All those still in darkness,
It only hurts more when you keep it in
Throw it out there for the world to see
What are you really afraid of?
When bad times come, don't despair
And make the most of everything you have
I wouldn't say my life sucks
But I wouldn't say it's easy either
Sure, I smile
And I'm happy and crazy 24/7
But does that mean I don't have problems?
No, we all have problems
So here's my point:
Just because it hurts
Doesn't mean your life is over
In fact, it's just begun
"But I'm the kid everyone picks on
They hate me
I hate school"
Brighter days will come
Words only hurt you if you let them
They don't know you
"You're such a freak!
What a LESBIAN."
Whatever you say
I'm actually pansexual
And there's a difference
But that's cool
So you move on
If you know who you are,
Forget the rest of the world
"But that's the problem
I don't k
The BridgeI see you waiting at the bridgeThe Bridge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pale like a phantom of the night.
You call out to me with no voice
Trying to walk my way.
You're bound to the edge,
Te edge of your fate;
I tried to save you once,
But I can't just wait.
As you stand upon the ledge
Flashing lights sparking up.
They are to bright to see
What I will never describe.
I then begin my routine again
Each and every week;
Coming back to the place
Where we did first meet.
Even angels hurt.Why cant you see?Even angels hurt.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This love is real
Look into my eyes
This isnt just for show
Take my hand
come be with me
pick eachother up as we fall
Walking this path together
Forget the pain of being alone
You have me
Forever i shall be
Yours and yours only.
The Dragon and the ButterflyThe dragon and the butterflyThe Dragon and the Butterfly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Met so spontaneous, yet righteous as well
It was in a magical place
At a magical age
Under the stars and away from time
Two different creatures
One Mystical, One real
One gorgeous, One grand
At the birth of the night
The two became acquainted
Telling jokes and stories
Having laughs and cheers
All ignorant innocence, just waiting to be sheared
Through the middle of it a true connection could be seen
Their eyes would align
With hearts getting near
They would dance in the air
Under the moon in her glory
Singing songs of taboo
Congruent to their love
Near the death of the night
Things began to settle down
Excitement lowered and Hope heightened
Two creatures entangled under the stars
Hoping for the future
Hoping too far
At the death of night
The two had to aside
Both telling each other that their time together hasn’t ended once in for all
The dragon, in the morning, already in nostalgia
He progresses to find his butterfly
But sadly no wings in air but his
Let's Play a Game“Let’s play a game,” Death said to me.Let's Play a Game2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get a second life for free.
The rules are simple, so listen to me.
You must first be born a he or she
With traits categorized, one to three;
The rest will come later, you will see.
You will begin off with guidance and support partially.
Loneliness will come upon you when you are not healthy mentally,
But you will be the key to unlock an antidote to your own disease…possibly.
The trick to the game, though, is to live fully and responsibly without a visit from me.
Live 100 years the way you want, and I’ll gladly give another life to thee.”
“Let’s play a game,” Life said to me
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get to live for eternity.
The game is tricky, so listen carefully.
You will be born a he or she
And from the very beginning given a number, one to three.
The numbers represent a path you are willing to go without attempting t
Abandoned DreamsShattered dreams reformed by fear.Abandoned Dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Creating a wonderful nightmare.
Taking what you long so dear.
Then twisting into your most horrible fears.
We try so hard to escape such things.
Trying to enter another world;
But malicious hands pull you down.
Pulling you into their dark little world.
You sit in terror as maniac laughs echo.
There is no light to see the beasts that are near.
As you pray for this broken dream to end,
There is a faint light appearing.
The light grows and pushes away the creatures.
You reach out to it with no hands reaching out.
You leave the realm of wonder and terror.
Only to enter into a grim form of reality.
Are You?I'm sorry,Are You?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I'm not
I'm not a supermodel.
that I'm not
I'm not a comedian.
that I'm not
that I'm not
that I'm not
I'm not perfect.
Let's Talk About RevengeShatter the mind like glass,Let's Talk About Revenge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But what shall you obtain?
A thoughtless zombie
Or another lost to insanity.
Go and break one's heart,
And what shall remain?
A never ending anger,
A forever raging hate.
Extinguish a burning spirit,
What arises from the smoke?
Nothing but dying embers
Snuffed out by a boot.
Take away a living soul,
And what shall you leave behind?
An empty husk of someone
Who was loved by many.
That's what happened to my sister,
Do you remember that little girl?
The one you took from my family,
A wound that will never heal.
After what you've done
Why do you not suffer as well?
Why does evil like you live on
While beauty like her died?
What gives you the right to live?
It is only fair if you repay your debt.
You deserve to suffer that fate
Just as my sister had to.
I know this wont change things,
And my sister won't return.
Is this really what she would want?
No, I can't think if this now.
I have a plan in my mind,
And I want what I deserve.
So after all that's happened,
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
So maybe I am a label.
I’m just me.
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.
...And Her Name Was 'Ana' It was in my distant and depressing middle school days, that I’d become well-acquainted with a girl named Ana. I can remember, quite vividly in fact, when we first met during the first trimester of the sixth grade. Those were the days; those elementary school days. Though my peers and I were younger and much more naïve back then, I cannot help but feel so conclusive that, despite of our lack of worldly knowledge, we were still so inexcusably cruel. The experience was unlike those of later years to come. Indeed: it was much more scarring. Perhaps, that simple expression “words hurt,” is what led me to Ana....And Her Name Was 'Ana'2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She was the ideal kind of girl; little Miss California, Ana was. Her lengthy, slim figure could sell any sort of attire that adorned it, and her translucent, glowing, pale skin sparkled in the light of the sun just as flecks of quartz would in a sidewalk. But it was her hair, and her eyes - oh her eyes!- that everyo
The SanctuaryI've been "trapped" in here,The Sanctuary2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A small, white prison.
At least that's how it looks,
To those on the outside.
Though it's different to me,
For I see things different.
It's not a guarded prison,
But rather a pure sanctuary.
It protects me from the outsiders,
Though who can not see.
Those who think differently,
Than many of us here.
I take pity upon them though,
Disappointed they will never know.
Know the bliss and serenity
That comes with our knowledge.
So while they see this "prison",
But only from the outside.
I am on the inside of this,
This great sanctuary of peace.
SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,Solitude2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this desolate place
that we call
I feel that
with no way out,
Without a future,
without a purpose,
my yearning soul...
As the darkness
As the numbness
of my sanity
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive tendencies, I feel it's time to hear
You were all I had when nothing else seemed to be near
Everything so out of reach, too far for me to see
I decided I would choose the needle next to me
Slicing through my very skin to feel something once more
Weeping through the satisfaction I could not ignore
Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were?