From an Insecure GirlfriendI'm sorry for the excess of apologies
And for all the thoughts that I've indulged
For dealing with the summer full of insecurities
That I only half-divulged
It's not easy living as an irrational being
That's motivated by her fear
But I could stand the poison I feed myself
If it stayed out of your atmosphere
I'm just a little lost, and a little dazed
At having someone that finds me fit
I've never had something this remarkable before
But I doubt I could have held on to it
And though I continue to learn and grow
To the shadow of the girl you deserve
There's still that something deep within
Controlled by assumptions both grand and absurd
And if I seem afraid of losing you
It's not that I don't believe your words
It's because I don't trust myself to keep you,
As is the way with cowards
But even though I'm a living mess,
A bundle of chaos upon your life,
That doesn't change that as long as I'm yours
You will make me feel alright
I know you say you're nothing amazing
Well, darling, neither am
InsecureI may seem brave,Insecure10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I may seem strong,
But in truth I do in destiny belong
To my fears,
The stream of lonely forgotten years,
That have replaced my dignity;
A dagger so jagged,
The fragments left behind,
Only cling at my soul to remind
Me of my shortcommings and imperfections
And tell me I'm negotiable;
That things will never stay the same;
The world changes,
The tides turn.
Black and white,
Grow easier to discern.
So life goes on.
in Destiny's bond.
Hopes and dreams tarry along.
In the depths of my mind,
Sparks that little ping of horror
That I'll be left
BeautifulI felt beautiful today.Beautiful4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't straighten my hair,
And I didn't put on makeup.
I closed my white blinds and let
The light shine through
For a fresh background.
I stole my fathers camera,
Turned on my iPod, and began to dance.
I held it away and smiled,
Letting the -click- of the shutters
Blend with the music, forming its own beat.
I grinned and twirled in one of my sister's dresses,
Not giving a care should she walk in.
I laughed and fiddled with my hair,
I was coy and shy and natural.
I shed my shell of T-Shirts and jeans,
And let myseelf be free.
I look at the pictures I had taken and said,
Oh- there you are.
I've been looking for you.
To Night, From the InsomniacHello, NightTo Night, From the Insomniac3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Familiar old friend of mine
I wish I could meet you later
Haven't you noticed the time?
Decked in your moonlight gems
Let me sleep, let me rest
I'm tired of 4am
Because I can't dance in the darkness
And I can't sing without sleep
Why would you let me close my eyes
When it's in corners that you creep?
Oh foreign friend of mine
Sunlight's sliding through the cracks now
Guess I'm leaving you behind
Whispering on the morning dew
I'm sorry I can't love your light
But Night's left nothing here for you
UglyMy face is uglyUgly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My hair is messy
My nose is big
My finger nails are short
My arms are chubby
And I weigh more than I should.
I'm insecure and just want someone to love, but I know no one will ever love me. How could someone love me? I'm too hideous.
A lot of these things go through her head every day.
I watch her as she goes through the halls alone and sad.
I want to be there for her.
To hold her and tell her I love her.
To tell her she's the most beautiful girl I ever met.
Her face is beautiful
Her hair is gorgeous, especially when it blows in the wind
Her nose is perfect, cute as a button
Her black finger nails are perfect the way they are
Her arms look just like any other person's; I still want to hug around them either way
I don't care how much she weighs she'll still look beautiful in my eyes
From a Guy's P.O.V
InsecureI fidget I fiddleInsecure6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel panicked and paranoid
I know I can't relax
When my behaviours seem so void
If you're looking at me
I can guess what you're thinking
My heart knows I'm wrong
But my confidence is sinking
The mirror is my enemy
Relflection brings me to tears
Far from perfection
The most realised of my fears
Look at the mess that has become
Out of something so pure
But I'm helpless against my mind
When I feel so insecure
Big vs SkinnyYou say that big is beautifulBig vs Skinny2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That it's the new 'in thing'
You talk about how nice I'd look
If only I weren't thin
But will you come to realise
That it really isn't right
To say that we're not big enough
And take our name in spite?
You may have gotten insults
From some idiotic men
But when you call us skin and bones
You're just as bad as them
To say that big is beautiful
Is fine and true to say
To say that big is better
Is to think a hateful way
Nothing's better, nothing's 'right'
We're built to look unique
To say we're pretty, big and skinny
That's the peace I seek
It's easier to get along
When we're not starting fights
To see the wars of big vs skinny
Aren't such pretty sights
So lets find a happy medium
To stop this pointless hate
Let's have respect for everyone
No matter what their weight
And when we all abide by this
We'll see what happens then
A world full of less hate and fear
And more friendship again
The Lunacy of InsecurityInsecurity creates madmen from lovers.The Lunacy of Insecurity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Insecurity convinces you that the person who loved you two hours ago has somehow, over that course of time, changed his or her mind.
Insecurity causes you to look at everyone as an enemy. Everyone is a potential threat, with no greater intention than stealing your lover away.
Insecurity tells you that your love could easily be cheating on you. After all, he or she knows you better than anyone and could easily play you.
Insecurity keeps you up at night and forces you to think of all the ways things can go wrong. It makes you forget how everything has all ready gone right.
Insecurity invents situations that do not exist and plant them firmly in your mind.
Insecurity convinces you that he or she can't really love you. After all, you don't even love yourself.
Insecurity creates madmen from lovers.
And Insecurity makes sure that madness is what makes your worst fears come true.
SorryI'm sorry I'm not perfect,Sorry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry I'm not worth it.
I'm sorry we can't forget it,
I'm sorry you regret it.
I'm sorry for who I've been,
I'm sorry for who I am.
I'm sorry whatever it is,
I'm sorry it's come to this.
The AbusedTheir EyesThe Abused4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have many stories hidden behind them
They stare at you blankly
Sadness and pain buried deep within
But you won't catch a tear shed from them
Their hands and feet
Brutally beaten, trashed, slashed, and stepped upon
By the ones who cruelly made them victimized
Forced to live fearing for their lives
Yet they refuse to break and continue to survive
Forever scarred from being completely broken to pieces
From the tortures of abuse for the many years
Not knowing who to trust
Though they continue to stay strong
Images carved deep inside them
Of everlasting turmoil
Confused on what they did wrong
Yet still able to live life like nothing is wrong
Is Incomparable to anything on this earth
As they fight to survive for those who have been silenced
By the deeds of the criminal minded abuser
And will together have the courage to break past the chains of evil
Together they stand
Hand in hand
Refusing to be de
Lil Miss Scene QueenTeased hairLil Miss Scene Queen4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With neon highlights
And bows to match
With fishnet stockings
Arm warmers and gloves
And accessories that bling
Dark eyed makeup
With piercings all about
Ray ban glasses
And a plushie in hand
High trimmed skirts
With graphic tees
IPod turned up
And they're ready for the show
This is the life
With the glitz and the glam
Of being a scene queen
And proud of it
Story of My LifeYou're not invited to my funeralStory of My Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're why it's so soon
You can cry at my grave at one o'clock
The service ends at noon
If a picture tells a thousand words
A scar paints a thousand paintings
The grass around my grave is dead
The blood has done its staining
Pain, pain, go away
Stop chasing my life away
I cannot keep you at bay
Once you're here, you're here to stay
Though I may still love you
I'm done with all your strife
I don't want you to be the title
To the story of my life
love?hugging.love?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but what is actual love?
Pretty UglyShe's at all the big parties.Pretty Ugly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one tipping the glass up in her hand,
like a hurricane is on it's way.
like the world will end any second.
like everything will never be okay.
The one with a needle in her arm.
like she wants to lose her voice,
like she wants to fade, fade away,
like everything is worth leaving behind.
You're the one,
the only one.
Who sees that in her eyes.
the blank stare that grabs your heart and bursts.
You're the stranger at the party,
in the alley that night.
Thinking, "Was it worth it Pretty ugly girl?"
Because you know deep inside,
The Little ThingsThe Little ThingsThe Little Things5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's funny how the little things change us.
The fine print is what I pay attention to. I like how when you said "i like u", I thought I knew what you really meant.
And how when I didn't hear from you for a few days, my gut was telling me to run away. Don't look back, it didn't matter what happened.
The little things like that Cowboys hat that I made fun of you for. But now I can't watch a game without thinking of you.
And every time I see a mango smoothie at the store, I smile. Because I knew all about you and your secret stash.
How there used to be a heart on your contact information on my phone. Now it looks like this -
The Screaming SilentListen to the screaming silentThe Screaming Silent4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Iron eyes will tell the story
Their walls tell tales of love so violent
The guilty ones aren't usually sorry
The life they live is hidden well
As the truth acts like a noose
There are some things men just don't tell
So they endure the abuse
You wouldn't think to look for them
But I know the scars are there
These tiny cracks can break a gem
When it's mentioned people stare
It happens to men of every kind
Even stoic people break
They work so hard to keep us blind
But just how much can they take
Pride keeps the battered underground
On the surface they look fine
They stand up tall when we're around
These men aren't easy to define
Simple Six words I love you,Simple Six words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet you're gone...
I RememberYou are my Brother,I Remember3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no matter how the pictures decay,
the memories fade,
I'll hold whats left of them close,
while my heart slows,
long after you have gone Brother
You are my friend,
the only soul who refused to watch me burn,
who would never let my hope fall apart,
I'll keep whats left of hope close,
as this world fades,
long after you've gone Friend
You were my Brother,
with the last words you spoke to me,
the last breath you took,
I'll keep them carved in my memory,
for as long as this chest heaves,
Now that you're gone,
The Sun Shall Never ComeWelcome to the night brother,The Sun Shall Never Come2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you remember?
When we were young,
Always living under the gun,
Always trying to run,
From everything and every one,
Remember what it was like?
When we would hide,
Try to breathe,
Constantly under the knife,
I still remember those screams,
Your cries and what they mean,
This is my life,
This is my hope and my soul,
My diamond and Fire,
Burning out of control,
I can run into the night,
Just to try and fight,
But it won't matter,
Just like all the days we tried to find the sun,
It always ends the same,
Nothing ever changes,
My breath has always been in vein,
BittersweetB i t t e r s w e e tBittersweet5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sticks and stones,
Ain't life sweet?
And chocolate cakes,
All the scars,
Memories of your mistakes
Eyes sewed shut.
_.Life ain't always sweet._
For the way I am.Punch me,For the way I am.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Call me a fag.
No matter what you do,
Youre still my dad.
You loved me so much
Until I came out
Now all you do
Is hit me and shout.
Im no son in your eyes,
Im a natural freak,
But you cant kick me out,
Im yours to keep.
Mom had left you,
Long, long ago,
And much to my misfortune,
Theres no place to go.
You wont let me out
Passed nine oclock
Because you think
Im the slut on the block.
You smack me and yell,
You say Im just filth,
That God didnt make me,
Im the devils will.
Well you know what old man?
Im going to leave.
To run far away,
And then youll see.
Ill find love,
And wont be hit anymore,
So just you watch,
As I walk out the door.
Theres nothing wrong with being gay,
Or anything else, I was born that way.
So why dont you go,
And read your dear bible,
Because the checks from the government
For me, youre not liable.
If I Could SingI'm sorry I can't write a song for you, loveIf I Could Sing4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm sorry that the words never come
I can see your eyes in the back of my skull
And I wish I could tell you how you make me whole
I wish there was music in my fingertips
So I could sing to you with your taste on my lips
I just want to belt out a melody
As haunting as the one you wrote for me
But I just try to make something of myself
Because you are worth letting go of myself
Because your name is engraved upon my veins
It has been since I remembered your face
Like a dream, unchanged
I woke up one day wanting you
And after everything that we've been through
And after everything that's changed
I still want you
I never stopped wanting you
I'm sorry that my words are wearing thin
I'm veiled by clichés and words that have never been
I imagine your eyes staring into mine
And I wish I could tell you that, for the first time, I'm fine
I wish my voice was a siren's song
And I wasn't ashamed, and it didn't feel so wrong
Because my voice trembles
too young to give up| shy boy |too young to give up5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
- regrets every moment;
- is scared of truth;
- buries his head in a pillow and cries,
This isn't the way it was meant to be.
| broken boy |
- trembles because he doesn't like silence;
- tries to fit the pieces of his heart back together;
- bites his lip and whispers,
I hate this part.
| determined boy |
- dreams of hot summer breezes;
- kisses uncertainty goodbye;
- looks her in the eye and says,
I'm all that you ever wanted.
he grits his teeth and murmurs,
I'm going to make you happy.
[she has no idea]
Wish ListI want you to hug me. I want you to kiss me.Wish List4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want you to hold me tight and never let go.
I want you to hold my hand
and walk with me.
I want you to be there when I wake up.
I want you to talk to me until I fall asleep.
I want you to know all the private things no one else does.
I want to tell you everything.
I want to listen while you tell me.
I never want you to stop telling me how much you love me
or miss me when I'm gone.
I want to be with you in every way
every day after some day.
I want to be able to lean into you
and for you to know what it is I'm trying to say.
I want to kiss you, hug you, love you
from now until the day,
you want me to stop.
I want you to be there when I can't stop laughing
or when I cry,
because I will
even if I don't want to admit that I cry sometimes.
I want you to hear every quiet gasp
and to know whether it was from surprise or pleasure.
I want you to make me love you
the way I've never loved anybody before.
I want you to take my fears and
Wax.Frank Iero makes Voo-Doo dolls whenever he feels lonely.Wax.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today, he decides to make one of his ex-boyfriendthe stupid bastard that decided to cheat on him and knock a girl up. Frank recalls she was in a shitty band.
He stares at the surface of his desk and grabs a handful of melted candle wax. His ex always liked to burn candles when they were intimate. Frank liked that about him.
He smashes the pieces of wax together and shapes his former lover. It looks exactly like him.
He ends up making two more dollsone of the girl he cheated with and one of a little baby girl.
Later that night, he lights a candle and throws the dolls in. As they melt, he can hear little screams.
Frank wakes up the next morning to find the doll of his ex half-burnt, and he wonders why it didn't demolish completely. The others did. He doesn't bother it, thoughjust continues on with his day.
When he goes into the kitchen to fix himself a cup of coffee, the doorbell to his little home rings. He begin