So Sad, SadnessSo sad, isn't it?So Sad, Sadness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So sad, so many in despair,
So far down,
So past help,
So far, no one to help.
So let me be there,
So let me help,
Sew your soul together
So you remain alive,
So many happy, aren't you glad?
Anonymous -Phan-Phil smiled softly as he read the message on his laptop screen. He was chatting with this guy that he’d met in an anonymous dating chat room. Because it had been an anonymous chat room they had met in, they hadn’t told each other their names or any details like that. Phil was happy not knowing this guys name. He seemed perfect. He liked all the same things as Phil, even down to favourite movies and games. This guy really was perfect boyfriend material, even if Phil didn’t know the guys name, he still felt he could easily date this man. He sighed softly as he stretched slightly. Phil quickly typed a message back, telling the man he was going to make a cup of tea and would be back in five minutes. He slowly walked out of his room, passing the living room, noticing Dan was still up. “you still awake?” Phil asked quietly, walking into the room “you still talking you your boyfriend” he asked teasingly, now grinning at his best friend. Phil knew thatAnonymous -Phan-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
LabeledWe've all heard it from one time to another,Labeled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most experienced it as well,
Constantly, we are labeled, whether it be
From our looks, or how we may first
Act around a newcomer.
Try to act humble and quiet,
You are labeled as weak.
If you can do just about anything decent,
Of quality or acceptance,
You're labeled as a showoff.
So often it happens,
For all I care, we can just be packed up,
Shipped away to yet more pointless duties.
Fitting InI could,Fitting In3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh trust me, I could.
So easily could I change my appearance,
Both inside and out,
So easily can I become another,
Another part of a widespread group,
Yet, I do not,
I do not speak to it,
My opinions kept silent,
My thoughts rarely expressed.
Feelings InsideYet again you feel it within yourself,Feelings Inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a twisting pain, sharp, and
You somewhat enjoy it, the pain, for
It brings color to a dull world that you see.
Is it jealously?
Perhaps, although there is no reasonable
Thought that comes to mind as to why it
It doesn't go away, but when it does,
After much will and forcing out,
You think that you have conquered it,
And if it may ever return again,
It will be easy to rid of and ignore,
However, that never seems to be the case.
When You ThoughtHave you ever believed so much in something?When You Thought3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Became so attached to a belief,
A statement, and person or object
Or perhaps even an event or happening?
You put all your faith and belief into this,
Only to watch it shatter before your feet,
As if it had meant nothing to you at all.
If you have none done or seen these things,
I highly recommend you stray away from repeating
The mistakes of the before.
Scraped HeartWhen I was a small child,Scraped Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would ride my bike, just outside my home
On the cobblestone and try to balance with accuracy.
Now and again, I would fall, and scrape my knee.
Mama would always come running, her face twisted with worry
And hold me against her warmth, kissing my boo-boos,
Whispering so calming that "it'd be okay",
That I would "soon heal right back up".
Just as all small children do, I grew.
Life went on for me and Mama was sure enough
To be found correct, I did heal.
But now, knee scraping are not what I feel pain to...
When I try to balance out my love, and it all comes crashing down...
I surely scrape my heart, but as Mama always said, it would heal.
This healed a bit more slowly...
And hurt much more as it began to scar over the years,
My love being taken advantage of, bruising my heart's outer flesh...
And now, ready to explode from inner pain...
I search for my Mama, oh where can she be to mend this
Organ, no more than clothes now stitched together.
SometimesSometimes I feel like I have lived a full life,Sometimes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Done and gone,
Finished well, lived quite nicely.
Though my goals have not been yet finished,
I'm sure one may take them on
Someday, just as I have.
Sometimes, I feel ready for the cold arms
Of Death to carry me away,
His circular heart beating,
Forever worn, forever tired.
Stifled LoveYou stand in front of them,Stifled Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And oh, how their eyes seem to shine
Back at you,
And you feel such an urge just to lean
Over and kiss them,
Yet, you hold back,
For they are simply taken,
And your heart cannot be
Taken from you, for they
Already grasp another.
And act like nothing is wrong,
But ever time they speak
Of their lover's name,
Your heart shrivels up,
And cries out to them.
But you keep your mouth shut,
And stifle the pain,
For you cannot be loved back,
No, not someone like that,
For you simply do not deserve your only love...
InsanityAre you like the others?Insanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For are you among the ones that point
Their bony fingers and laugh!
Laugh at my inquiring ponders I have
Long thought upon, and confirmed their
Will you call me mad?
Only because I seclude myself from those
How I dare I even speak of them in the Holy
Sanctity of this place!
Now, if what I perceive is to
Be in fact quite the most valid of statements,
Then my inquires you may not hear!
No, for such genius will not bear
Anymore disgrace from those
Who lack my kind of qualities!
For you are not worthy of my wisdom,
Nor being included in my presence!
I beg of you in the most kind of manners,
Do not exclude me from your distant thoughts,
And know that once you have come to appreciate
What my mind has concocted up,
You may return to wallow in the rich vastness
Of the pureness I attempt to
Behold before you!
The First Time- RydonI got these memories, they're all of you and meThe First Time- Rydon3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I've been recording them ever since I was seventeen
Push playback then rewind
I see us meeting for the very first time
Your eyes are the size of the moon. Big. Bright. Brown.
Spencer's words are lost after he intoduces us.
All I see is your smile. All I hear is your laugh.
"Hi, Ryan." You say, offering out your hand.
I take it in mine. My scraggly hand dwarfs your soft one. Your fingers linger in my grasp far too long for two people who've just only met.
"Hello, Brendon." I reply, all smiles.
A mental note of you, you sang my melody
First bar in a lifelong symphony
The prelude to a kiss
My heart's pounding when I reminisce
"Give me envy! Give me malice! Give me attention! Give me envy! Give me malice! Baby, give me a break!" You sing at the top of your lungs.
You take my face in your hands as you belt out these words. My words.
Your voice breaks and your eyes lock with mine.
"Brendon..." I plead. My heart is beating l
DrowningI reach up,Drowning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But my hand grasps the nothingness
That is around me.
I cry out-
So painful and sorrowful,
But no, no one hears me,
And ones who do
Wouldn't care even the slightest bit.
Surrounded by the horror,
As I am sucked in further,
The life forced out of me,
Like God's hand squeezing my soul
From my body, and I gasp-
And drown soundlessly,
And Now I SeeSimple, isn't it?And Now I See4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wake up, eat, live, and go back to sleep.
We do this, everyday, nonstop.
This is life,
But stop, read between the lines
Of life for a moment.
What do you see?
Is it love? Or hate?
Or any other emotion here,
But I can tell you this:
It is not balanced.
But what does balance mean?
The equal proportions of something,
Is there balance in today's society,
With all this war and love?
Which do we do more of?
Seems like hate, right?
Or is that love?
It souly depends on who you are,
Nothing more, Nothing less.
I'm Not Okay.They don't see the sad smile,I'm Not Okay.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Trying desperately to stay on top.
Not a frown, but close to it.
Almost not a smile at all.
They don't hear the pain in the voice,
They believe in the joy, and kind words.
They don't know It's bitter,
And full of hatred.
They listen to It's words of content,
But they don't hear It's discontent.
I really am.
They think It's happy,
But happiness is a word only used to describe It's dreams.
And one person.
It was perfectly joyful with this person.
But now darkness has crept back in.
It loves him.
He loves It.
But still, It is unhappy.
Doesn't matter what I say,
I'm not o-fucking-kay!
QuestionsDo you look into the sky like I do?Questions4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love the life you have, and wish for nothing more?
Do you smile at your faults,
And accept the fact they make you who you are?
Do you find it odd I can be myself,
Not just another follower in a world with a lack
Of fitted leaders?
Do you have pity in me when I do not fight back,
Not wanting to stoop to your level.
Do you see me as some creature,
With my tentacles flaring about and obnoxiously loud noises?
I know my faults, so I accept them.
I know I can be annoying, but who are you to judge that?
I know I do not fight back, for I do not believe it will solve anything.
I know who I am,
The question is:
If only...If only you knew my life.If only...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If only you knew what goes on at home.
If only you were nice.
If only my parents treated me kind.
It's all just If only.
If only I didn't have bruises.
If only those stairs were not in the way.
If only the belt didn't happen.
If only life was bearable.
It's all just If only.
If only my parents didn't beat me.
If only I wasn't bullied.
If only I wasn't fucked up.
If only I wanted to live.
It's all still If only.
A ConversationYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!A Conversation3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Stranger: haw are you?
You: im good, hbu?
Stranger: little bored and starving for a decent conversation.
You: ikr :/ You into literature?
Stranger: i am into a lot of things, literature wise. is there any certain type you would like to discuss?
You: Well, I am somewhat of a poet, so preferably poetry, unless you had something else on mind to discuss
Stranger: we can do poetry
Stranger: who is your favorite poet?
You: Perhaps you'd like to see one piece of mine? If You'd like
You: And Emily Dickenson
You: (Can't spell for crap btw)
Stranger: i've been in a keats mood as of late and yes i would love to see your work
You: Is It Wrong:
You: Is it wrong
That I glance up at the clouds,
Feeling the wind through my hair,
And dream of a mystifying land
Where one can be accepted no matter what?
Is it wrong
That I choose to wear jeans down past my heels,
Baggy and ripped at the knees,
JudgingNo matter color of skinJudging4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Culture or sexual orientation,
Beliefs, religion, or even simple opinions!
Judging is wrong, you cannot
Judge people on their beliefs,
Because it is beyond wrong,
And can lead to suicides.
Can you live with blood on your hands?
You will be judged, no matter what,
For that we cannot change.
Do not stoop to their level,
For no metaphors are needed here
To prove why this is wrong.
Breathe AgainAnd you swim to the surface,Breathe Again4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hands mounted on outstretched arms
And breaking the slickest of barriers,
Then a burst of God's ingredient to life
Trembles down around you in a curtain of realization.
Your lungs implode just before water
Floods your system, and carbon dioxide is released
Gently into the precious air your lungs so badly
A breath and rejuvenation of the mind, soul,
And your very body itself.
Wish You Were HereRemembering the timeWish You Were Here4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your arms were wrapped around my waist,
You head on my chest, and I asked:
"Do you hear that?"
And with no less that sweetest of voices
Did you reply with a:
"Hear what, Love?"
"My heart, Darling.
And you must know, that it
Will beat for you and only you,
Day and night,
Forever and Always."
And times like those,
They make me wish so much more that
You were in my arms as I speak.