A pencilA pencil3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pencil is a small thing
Irrelevant to most
But it can create anything
It can create images of a beautiful coast
It creates images that can change your life
It creates images that will withstand time
It creates words that make you feel alive
It creates words that can describe a crime
It tells a story of the past
While looking forward to the future
A pencil shows you a world which is quite vast
It can create images that are quite obscure
A pencil can defeat a sword
But it can also create a sword
So if you're ever down
And you are sitting in your room with a frown
Pick up a pencil
And let it guide you to a world
Beyond your wildest dreams
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
Wrong of MeIt's wrong of meWrong of Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To want to be equal.
It's wrong of me
To not feel like a woman.
It's wrong of me
To not be sexually attracted to anyone.
It's wrong of me
To consider everyone for a spouse.
It's wrong of me
To not be Christian.
Because it's wrong of me
To think equality means
'Even though I'm not straight, I can secure a job'
To think Freedom of Religion means
'I dont have to be Christian'
To think that Separation of Church and State means
'No church can decide what is best for me'
Because it's wrong of me
To think being an American means 'I can be me'.
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the
United States of America
And to the republic for which it stands
One nation, under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice
FTM coming out letter.READ DESCRIPTION.FTM coming out letter.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
- - - -
I love you. You raised me perfectly. Please don't let this letter make you doubt that. It is because of you, that I'm the person I am today. Please keep an open mind about this, and that no matter what happens, I will always be your child. I'll simply say this right now, I'm not pregnant, I'm not on drugs and I don't drink. That's not what this is about. My hand is shaking as I write this, it's really hard for me. In all honesty, I'm terrified about what you will think, and how you will react. I'm still the same person I've always been, your only child, and nothing will ever change that. This is also not a phase, mom. I haven't made this decision based on the past couple days, the past couple weeks, or the past couple months. I've been feeling this way for well over two years now.
I hate this, mom. The feeling that I don't belong in my own body. It's like my mind is linked elsewhere. This body of mine is just a shell. I have the body of a girl, but t
Rage.It's days like these that I can't feel a thingRage.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not the razor's sting
No, not a goddamn thing.
I'm numb, inside and out.
The look on my face is far worse than a pout,
It is pure misery.
All you can say is "baby believe me"
But how can I believe you
When my trust has been broken
From the very first word you've spoken?
My heart has been crushed into a million tiny pieces
And as you try and fix the pain in my chest it just increases.
Can't you see this is the death of me?
You left my life full of misery.
I am numb, inside and out.
It is all your fault I even felt that bit of doubt.
The look in your eyes was sorrow,
The look in mine was dispair.
You might should be just a little scared,
Because I know a thousand ways to kill you.
That's that you get for being untrue,
How could you do this to me?
How could you lie?
I am numb, inside and out.
The look on my face is far worse than a pout,
For it's rage.
Animal abuse poemFrom the wild,Animal abuse poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into a tiny cage,
I could barely breathe, I fell in rage.
I had this sick thought, in the back of my mind,
That soon the farmer would rip the fur off my behind.
I tried to scramble to my feet,
But there was no room.
I knew that this was the end,
And that I would soon get approached by doom.
I felt a hard hand grip my neck,
As I took my final breath,
Please, oh please, save the rest of us from this terrifying death.
Poem13It's like you became the reason I wake up every morningPoem135 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's like there is no one better than you in this world
And I know if I look to my right I'll see someone better
And if I look to my left I'll find someone even nicer than you
Whatever goes in my mind, it happens to be about you
Nothing seems to stay their forever
It's like you became my drug of everything
It's like you're the reason I wake up now
The only thing I regret so much is you
You aren't worth it
But yet my thought always drifts to thinking of you
Your always on my mind
It seems somehow you became my drug
I could have sworn that I never wanted any of this
But you and your stupid signs
You brought me to where I am now
But your making me stronger
I'm feeling better by the moment
I know that one day
I will be looking back and saying
What was I thinking
Someone else is already taking over your place in my heart
Cause by now I know that your not worth it
I know one day I'll be fully over you
By time someone else would rep
Dear Feminists, I'm Sick of YouDear feminists,Dear Feminists, I'm Sick of You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm fucking sick, too.
I'm sick of the griping about defending your opinions and values.
If you can't stand behind it and protect it all the time,
get fucking new ones.
Can we talk about the
success that is #killallmen?
#endfathersday, because "all
men are rapists and abusers"?
I'm sick of hiding my anti-feminist beliefs
for fear of being doxxed or lynched by a horde
of rabid, pink haired topless assholes.
I'm sick of "what about the men" being totally invalid,
but when I ask what about the female rapists and abusers,
you can't be bothered to respond.
I'm sick of your statistics being generally
un-fucking-reliable, and excluding the male victims
for the sake of perpetuating a female victim complex.
I'm sick of explaining sexism in this western culture
has become a two way street and having that called derailing.
I'm tired of you thinking censorship is a good way
to cope with your pseudotriggers.
Women that support third wave feminism
Here's to the pastHere's to the past3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've said my goodbye and I've ripped off my wings
It hurts my heart but I need to get over these feelings
I've suffered for so long under your reign
and I think it's about time that I end all this pain
I'm starting my journey into the begotten future
To find all the missing pieces of my heart that I need to nurture
I'll have to search far and wide and it make take a few years
but I'll grow as a person and face many of my fears
As I slowly grow older and farther from you
I'll never forget our memories and the day that you knew
that I was too much for you or maybe to little
and decided to leave me behind and not to dwindle
Sometimes I may stumble and cry out your name
but don't come back and re-spark the flame
I need to move on, we were suffocating each other anyway
From now on it will be only myself telling me "It's okay"
1800 points Give Away!"all you have to do is Favorite this journal to enter the give away."1800 points Give Away!2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Why I'm giving away so much points."
Only few month left till I going to college.
But right now my family is at financial crisis.
They only have barely enough to pay for their own
food.They is very serious, I would not take something
like this to joke about.
They will pay $0 dollar for my collage tuition because of
their financial situation.
The only way is scholarships.
Today, I have entered a scholarship
that would change the way I live every
single day.Because this scholarship
will pay all my tuition.
How it work.
If you favorite this journal you will get to win 10 points out of 1800.(10 person)
If you vote for me in the scholarship contest.
(Most be 18 & older to vote and have a Facebook.)
you will get a chance to win one of those price.
Grand price: 1124 points
second price: 500 points
Third price: 10 person will each win 10 points
total of 100 points
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
on animal abusemankind is inferior.on animal abuse6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in us cruelty and abuse is inherent.
animals watch us in confusion.
and just because they can't speak our language,
or we don't speak theirs,
we assume they feel no pain or sorrow.
it takes a heartless, small, dim human being
to hurt an animal just because they can.
mankind is a monster.
Paranormal PoemParanormal Poem4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Being a Paranormal Investigator
When the dead crosses paths
With the living
So many unpredictable things can occur
Anything from harmless to potentially dangerous
When people are in need of help
And on their last stand
They look upon us for help
And we can answer the call
It's great knowing that you can help the living
just as much as the dead.
Both sides of the abyss are equally in need
However some may choose not to accept help
But for those who do,
Help is never far and in the hands
Of compassionate and caring people
Finding evidence of hauntings and the afterlife
Is a thrill and comforts others to know
That they are not alone and won't be labeled crazy.
Though as investigators, we may work in separate groups
But when all is said and done, we all have one thing in common
We seek to help both the living and the dead to find peace
when it all went awayin the dimwhen it all went away4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a beige, scratchy growth,
turned ripe and dark.
to wake alone in savage silence.
doors react differently
assumptions set upon opening
the first doorunexpecting.
trees wrapped with rust
a desperate haze of dust and rubber.
& a trench between:
yours & mine.
what is here: a woman,
(gazing at the place where
the red comes from.)
like me, but
with a kitchen towel
(with a duck
YouYou3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.
Stop Animal AbuseIt's sad eyesStop Animal Abuse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
almost welling with tears
The curious look
The expression of fear
The scars on it's face
The slightly chipped teeth
The soft little ears
with the tips missing
See how it limps
The legs wobble and shake
With every movement
You wonder if bones will break
The ribs poking through
The soft matter fur
The slight deformation
Of broken skin healed
Started with a yell
Or a smack on the head
Then a kick to the ribs
A shove to Earth's bed
Isolation for days
Tied to an old tree
left for death of starvation
Nobody deserves it
No human should fight
for their lives
Like some animals might
A tear sheds down the face
Of those who stand looking
An image of an animal
Who just wants some loving
Help out an animal
A person's best friend
Don't let another one face
This unfortunate end
MarcoMarco3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sopravvissuta a 'n amore, er più dolce,
sentivo la voglia de sta' un po' da sola.
Tornavo alla vita con il contagocce,
ma appena t'ho visto... nodo alla gola.
Mani possenti, dentro 'e saccocce.
Te sei avvicinato e senza parola,
sguardo che scioglie anche le rocce,
m'hai fatto 'n sorriso... a me, tutta viola!
"Me chiamo Marco" hai detto impacciato.
M'avessero dato un cielo de carta...
le stelle, i tuoi occhi, avrei disegnato.
Me so' sciolta tutta: "Ciao... sono Marta".
De colpo me sento 'no Stato assediato.
Sei tu il mio guerriero, vieni da Sparta.
L'Amore ricama le strade del fato
co' cura e premura, come 'na sarta.
M'hai letto negli occhi... poi m'hai baciato.
M'hai stretto sur collo le tue grosse dita.
Quello che ero l'ho già cancellato...
Disegnami adesso, mia dolce matita.
Parlando me dici che fai pugilato.
Ma tu m'hai già stesa, presa e rapita!
Marco... stupendo l'averti incontrato,
l'amarti un momento o tutta la vita.
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear