The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange
FATFAT10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So used to eating whatever the hell you want,
Shoving a thousand cookies down your throat
and not a single one makes a difference.
You eat and eat and never have to worry about your butt
Or your thighs
Or your face
Or your stomache
Loaves of bread and cheese and deserts all just for you
And you eat it all happily
It comes in like a tornado and
Stays for a good, long while.
Soon, those cookies give you acne
And those hot foods make you sweat,
Smells and delights now make you sick and you hurt
Oh, how much you love the food,
And the habit you made breaks you,
But all you can do is eat
The Boy In The ClassThe boy in the class who sits aloneThe Boy In The Class10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nobody can hear his hearts moan
They don't understand him and never will try
So every day he slowly dies
If they could feel what he feels inside
Would they be able to pass him by?
But they'll never understand and never care
They'll just pass and leave him there
He's never let anyone know the real him
He's afraid to be rejected by someone he lets in
What would they do if they were told?
They'd prate and stare and leave him cold
So he sits alone and nobody sees
Inside his mind he's never at ease
All he needs is a single friend
But that's a wish that won't seem to end
They can't espy that he's just afraid
And don't recognize he didn't choose it that way
His fear follows him like an incoming tide
He can't hide from that fear as it's justified
He can bearly dream of an happy end
Because he was born with a single burden
He can't talk to the girls in his class
He's tried for years but it never will pass
It's always been this way and he can't change
Beware The CarniesThe festival has come to townBeware The Carnies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With rides for all to enjoy
Tasty food to sink your teeth in
With a refreshing beverage to wash it down
Then comes the games
Where the carnies reside
Ready to strike at you
Persuade you with sweet words
You got a lover?
Wanna try your luck?
Win them a prize
To impress them
Then try your luck
At the hoop game
Knock down the barrels
Try to hit the cans
Try for the biggest prize
A lovely stuffed animal
To decorate your room
What's there to lose
The only thing you lose
Is all your money
When you try to win big
At such games
Carnies are tricky gypsy
Trying to con you
Pulling the tricks
Without you knowing
They rig the air guns
Making the rings smaller
To not fit around the rings
Always put small under balloons
As you try to win a Smurf
Perhaps a cute little domo
Even a Hello Kitty if you can
You'll only come home with a tiny plush
To show you've done your best try
Don't blame the carnies
I'm sure they got a reason
They need the extra money
To feed their carnie
hurtful loveI love how you make me feel this feelingshurtful love5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Something I haven't ever felt
Maybe love does have a good thing in it
But now here I'm
So scared and hoping I'm making the right choice
All my choice were wrong and
I don't wanna do another mistake
Million mistake or probably more
It helps to hope that I choice the right one
So many people around me
Not knowing who to choose
But knowing that only you or him would be true
One day I'll look back and see this as a memory
Now I hope it won't only be a memory
I still don't want to wake up from my dreams
Cause their the best thing ever
Guess I'm loosing my ways around you
You seem to have total control over me
Only one thing could happen and my heart would be broken
I would be too hurt to pick up the pieces
Just hoping you'll make me feel better
And I hope you make me feel no regret
On giving love a chance
Let see what the future has in store for us
Sprinting Towards DemiseSprinting Towards Demise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By burning waters, and smoldering bridges,
I await the genesis of our animosity.
Make the move that gives me permission to strike,
make the move that will bring about your end.
Near draws the line that which I advise you to never cross.
Though to my eyes comes the image of your sprinting legs.
It would seem, that through your veins flows pure pestilence,
and that you wish to bring upon me, nuisances by any cost.
Good God, such a fool bound for my throat,
knowing not the patient blade that waits.
Honor averts it's eyes, as your charge draws to an end.
It wishes this good and done, just as I.
A swift jerk of my arm to your direction,
and make you, a last descent to the ground below.
Then burden leaves my shoulders,
as life outward, pours from your filthy heart.
10 Reasons To Buy Toilet Paper1) To stuff my bra in hopes that you'll see me tonight10 Reasons To Buy Toilet Paper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
2) To dry the tears from my eyes when you don't
3) To blow my nose and try again tomorrow
4) To keep in my pocket just in case
5) To dab my lipstick before our date
6) To fix my mascara after you say you love me
7) To clean my glasses and see the truth on your collar
8) To wipe the crap off of your lips when you swear I'm the only one
9) To use every roll to cover your house in blankets of white
10) To replace the toilet paper I wasted on you
you have seven days to live.1.the news doesn't hurt:you have seven days to live.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's his eyes that hurt you,
the glimmer of his past
creeping in just like
his father used to creep in
at three a.m.
with a sin on his mind
and rage on his hands.
he waits for you to react,
but you don't
because he's suddenly seven again,
while mommy cries
in a ball on the couch.
2.you think time
is a funny thing.
people talk about it
like it is an object:
"I need more time," they say,
like they will go to the store later
and buy more.
but you know that time
is more like an ocean wave,
with an endless
pounding that continues
long after we greet the dirt,
and we want more time,
but time doesn't want us.
3.he tries to force you
into his wrists,
his ankles, his collarbone.
he thinks that if he
loves you enough,
he can save you.
you know that he can't,
so you cut through him
night after night,
searching for an exit.
4.sometimes death scares you.
you remind yourself that
no matter how much you want
Lipstick Stainslipstick stains on my coffee cupLipstick Stains3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from a process of thought
as the coffee runs cold
from each sip from these poisoned cold lips
each sip hesitates
a slight procrastination
to avoid the topic of thought
to avoid the cold taste
to avoid the long nothingness of a new day
allowing my thoughts to flow out the window in to the sound of rush hour...
.when i look back at.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the past, she looks
right back at me
she points at the
future, glint in her eye
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
.: SILENCE :..: SILENCE :.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never liked silence.
It's why I leave on my TV while I sleep
Or blast music when I'm home alone.
I'll even sing a tune myself,
If it keeps out the silence.
So why is it so surprising, then,
That I've grown so overly frustrated
With your unresponsive critical hit?
I can only do so much myself---
I've reached out,
Cranked up the volume,
I've shouted and sang and cried and screamed!
But you let the silence creep in,
And now there's just... n o t h i n g.
I hate your silence.
Bully"Stupid," "Ugly," "Useless," "Sad."Bully3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Emo," "Silent," "Paranoid," "Mad."
"Ashamed," "Afraid," "Crazy," "Stuck."
"Disgusting," "Alone," "Pathetic," "Out of Luck."
The words never spoken,
Yet always heard.
Not from people around me,
No, that's absurd.
I've heard these words,
Time after time,
They always pierce my heart,
They continuously cross my mind.
But these words were never said.
Never once directed at me.
Maybe they never became reality,
But I saw them spoken in my mentality.
These are the words of a bully.
The words that can tear me apart.
The words that can no longer be erased,
Because they have entered my heart.
This person who speaks them,
I know them quite well.
They have countless words in their head,
They have many stories to tell.
I don't know why they want me
To take all of the blame.
It might be for vengeance,
It might be from their own shame.
But the owner of these words,
The words that repeat,
Have caused me great fear,
Have led to my defeat.
This person I know,
Whom I d
reasons to love a shy girli. men fear strong women,reasons to love a shy girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but she's far from strong.
this wisp of a girl
doesn't even need a hurricane
to fall apart.
she'd glued and re-glued,
old bonds wearing thin,
but if you ask politely,
she'll let you touch her scars.
ii. her lips are fettered in rusted chains.
you'd need a crowbar to pry up
her whispered secrets.
you are not worthy to hear her voice
just as she is not worthy to give it to you.
she told me everything she knows,
and i shut it away,
kept it safe.
i tied the threads into double knots
just to make sure
they wouldn't curl away from me,
twisted up like a dead spider's legs.
iii. she is hewn from shadow,
woven from grains of sand.
you might think she'd flow,
breeze by on a sparrow's breath,
but she's never been good at
anything but sinking.
she is buried treasure, and all
the things you wish you could forget.
iv. you found her washed up on the shore,
drawing pictures of her flickering soul,
and knew she was too unsteady to love.
when you reached for her heart,
She always fell for boys who needed saving.She always fell for boys who needed saving.She always fell for boys who needed saving.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
Denied RegretDenied Regret3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been everywhere
I've seen everything
I don't want to see it again.
Bad things happened.
As they should,
but you see
these things didn't make me feel good.
They were like thousands of knives,
poking at my skin
Wanting desperately to break in.
I have taken him away,
His life and heavenly soul.
Would it matter
If I didn't regret a thing?
I'd be a murderer and a thief
Since the day I was born
Sprouting was the ground knotted and twisted
My limbs creak with pain
My heart beats with anger
Of these things I've done
Because darling, as you can see
I am not real
I never want to be
I'd regret the moments that I would see
You don't enjoy life so much
When you realize you're not loved.
StreetsideStreetside4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it trembles, a
crooked form caught
in a black sea,
stagnant now the
still waters rumble
with the passing of cars and
unmoving eyes, casting deep
shadows over its
it croaks, a feathery wing outstretched,
a mouth, wide open
unable to utter a single
121812.15.07--2:44am12188 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hey, i miss you.
you, who knows me,
or who i'd like to know me...
of that i'm not sure.
i don't know what happened
but i know it's different now.
at first the change was huge,
earth-shattering to me,
but as i pick up my peices
and hope some fit in with yours,
it's better, almost.
i can sense the subtle differences though,
and for some reason i'm glad.
before i was a fool,
though i think i still am.
i need to not need you,
because i am strong, self-reliable.
i need to see you on the outside, looking in...
because that's all i've ever known.
the truth is i'm not 'me' anymore.
i don't know what's going on,
and against better judgment i try so hard to sort it out...
i miss you now, more than ever,
but i know it's not time yet.
i need to find myself first,
highlight who i am, fit into my skin.
i've known you before, i'm sure of it,
and when the time comes we can meet again
and it will be better, because
this is the one thing i'm certain of.
so goodnight for now,
i'll find y