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
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
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
UglyMy face is uglyUgly6 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
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
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
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
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
-Jimohnny- Never Give In p.1I had known them for over a decade ten years. Though every time I glimpsed at a picture, memories returned. I tried to forget about them, yet I knew it was impossible to forget beauty. Perhaps somehow I tried to bury away the feelings I had for one of them for nearly over 5 years.-Jimohnny- Never Give In p.14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I could truly say, I really knew them. They had been my friends when everybody bullied me at school, they were there for me when I needed a shoulder to cry on. I was weird, people told me. I didn't look like everyone else, yet I knew I didn't. Perhaps I was even glad I didn't.
I was different, I wasn't like anybody else, I even tried to act like everybody else, although that was impracticable for me. I had been more of a loner really, never had friends. To be honest, no one wanted to be near me. Like it was visible on the outside that I was the odd one out.
It all started rather early with all the bullying. I went to kindergarten for a while. All I can remember was the corner with
Mistakes.When I lookMistakes.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon the pain
Of my past,
I feel so sad
And so guilty
But at the same time
I feel happy.
Because those mistakes
Made me who I am
They let me know the
People I know now.
Showed me what was right
And what was wrong.
My mistakes still haunt me
But if I had the option
To go back
And make them never happen,
Because I am happy
With what I have done.
The good and the bad.
The Quiet PenIt is funny howThe Quiet Pen3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A broken heart stirs the pen
Mine is now silent
Story of My LifeYou're not invited to my funeralStory of My Life4 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
As We Slowly BurnI pull her close till our bodies entwine,As We Slowly Burn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a morbid prelude to our demise,
we dance until this world stops turning,
we waltz along the bridges we're responsible for burning,
hand in hand,
side by side,
we'll slide along the shattered souls that become our dance floor,
downtrodden and broken they lie before us,
and so we begin our final dance,
surrounded by the burning ash of the lives we led,
the lights of judgement begin to burn so bright,
they fall upon us casting twisted silhouettes of who we once were,
as fire begins to consume her dress,
i hold her ever more tightly as the flames tear apart our flesh,
it's here we suffer for our sins,
as we slowly dance our way to oblivion.....
Nonexistent PerfectionShe dreams of perfectionNonexistent Perfection3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The perfect guy, sitting next to her
His perfect smile, shining down at her
His perfect arms, wrapped around her
His perfect voice, soothing as he speaks
His perfect everything, perfectly with her
His words gentle, loving, genuine
He would never lie to her.
He would never cheat on her.
He would never hurt her.
He would never stop talking to her.
He's perfect, remember?
She sits alone
Hurt, indecisive, and unknowing
Of why this dream can't be real.
She waits by herself for something to happen.
Nothing ever does.
She has been hurt.
Hurt by her own imagination.
Chasing your ShadowChasing your ShadowChasing your Shadow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I spent so much time chasing your shadow
but he wouldn't tell me your name
he wouldn't show me your face
I spend my days thinking of what would have been
what could have been
what should have been
but wasn't meant to be
I still feel your fingers wrapped around the heart of me
All I could do was chase your shadow
I followed you all over this town
I ran through the mountains
and the forest
and all around
Do you just not want to be found?
I can't be me without you
I'll have to be someone else
I'll throw away my hair and cut off my clothes
I'll be a me that you don't recognize
an I that I don't know
I chased your shadow 'till my legs broke in two
I fell flat on my face
but I still could not fall into you
Even frozen still
my thoughts were all of you
But I can't do this anymore
my heart and soul are ill
I promise I won't think of an other
I'll just think of me
When you decide you're ready
I hope that you'll know where I'll be
You're the only one whose shadow shrinks with
chernobylBetween the pieces that fell just outside the plaything box and the shoes scattered in setting dust, music stopped being useful. Spilt ink stopped being poetic when people became afraid to touch the paper. Spider web cracks through fear and superstition turn quiet steps to romping laughs and messed up jokes behind an engineer's wrench and a countdown to ignition.chernobyl5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The simple solitary notion of destruction is enough to silence the birds and send silken shivers up through skin of mortal daemons who don't truly understand the fear they witness. Somewhere along the lines of peace and taxation I lost sight of who or what we could possibly be fighting for.
Ghost city doesn't even begin to cover it, because the ghosts were all blown away.
WastelandThree tours in Iraq and a bullet to the leg didn't stop him. They tell me what changed him was coming through U.S. customs. The metal detectors and apathetic stares. The donut kiosk. Now he is standing on the porch and avoiding everyone that came to his party. I've only met the guy once at another Fourth of July barbeque and that was a long time ago. Welcome home.Wasteland3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I notice an application for Arby's on the kitchen table. Someone was using it as a coaster and the paper is still soggy in the middle. Scotch sweats more in the summer time. I need to smoke.
I pull open the screen door and walk outside. He doesn't turn his head to look at me. He doesn't say hello or smile. I stand in front of him and try to make eye contact. He's about my age but so much older. When I strike my Zippo, his free hand clenches and his beer hand jumps to his mouth. &
Please Don't Go"We put things in the ground to grow"Please Don't Go3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sat at a park
with my cane at my side
along the frame
of my leg
when a girl
"Then why do we bury people?"
I shot a glance
towards my feet
at her bright ruby
tap your shoes three times and say
you want to go home
"so that they can grow."
I looked at her,
deep in thought.
"Why would they need to grow when they're dead?"
crinkled at the question
then I spoke
"a seed starts from the ground, but unlike that, that is where we end. We grow for our death to become real to others."
the girl smiled
and then grasped
for my hand
I am her grandfather
I am a ghost.
Prompt - TrappedCrowded, crowded, my mind is always crowdedPrompt - Trapped3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One thought ricocheting off the other in a deafening mess
My brain is mobbed by little things
How does my makeup look? What will I do tomorrow? When can I finish that project? Will I fit in this year?
And big, looming things
What if I relapse? Are people talking about me? What am I going to do with my life? Where am I headed?
All these thoughts, these constant, choking thoughts
Are making me claustrophobic
Your mind is a box and worries fill it
I envy those with empty boxes
Let Me Get This Straight...So, let me get this straight...Let Me Get This Straight...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Everyone is beautiful"
"Don't let anyone tell you who to be"
"F--- the haters"
"Follow your heart"
"Don't pretend to be someone you aren't"
"No one is just like you"
"Only you can be you"
"You're a one-of-a-kind"
Yet, its okay to talk about him behind his back,
Or insult him to his face,
Maybe give him dirty looks;
Cuss him out.
You can call him names,
My Soul Will Burn LastSome days I wonder will the guilt ever go,My Soul Will Burn Last3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If it does,
Will your memory go with it?
Some days I can't feel it,
The days when i see,
Everything I've gained.
But ever so often,
It finds me alone,
I feel grief's enclosure,
And I can't escape.
That one day i won't escape.
That my life will give way,
To my own little hell,
Where they'll see,
That we are the same.
Some days i wonder will the guilt ever go?
Will I go with it?
I Dare YouYes,I Dare You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stare with those eyes,
Striking and radiant,
Those eyes like ice,
Yet warm and pleasant
Whisper to them,
Listen to their whispers back,
Then turn around and watch
Carefully planning your attack
In your moment of triumph,
Alone and victorious,
Meet my eyes, breathless
The moment before the music begins
Smile at me.
I dare you.
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 On3 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.
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,