RunningI am a runner.
People tell me that I am no good,
That I need to try harder and run through the pain.
Those people boast of their abilities and skills.
That they can endure the pain
That they can run oh so fast.
But they couldn't be more wrong.
They wouldn't be able to endure an ounce of my pain.
They wouldn't be able to out run the pain that I do.
They say they are the best at what they do.
Others tell me that I could learn a thing from them.
They say that they've mastered the art of running.
But they haven't come close.
They have never run to escape the pain
the heart-brake and sorrow.
They have not run like I have.
But still they boast of their abilities and skills.
They say they live to run.
I run to live.
You're Not AloneWe live in a world that is full of great pain.You're Not Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where everyone one has a heavy burden to carry.
We think that nobody could possibly understand what we have gone through.
But in a world that is abundant in such matters,
there is somebody, somewhere who knows of your grievances;
who shares your pain;
who is in the same boat.
So know; You're not alone.
Like a child behind a locked door,
we keep our burdens a secret.
We do what we shouldn't.
We say what we wouldn't.
Instead of seeking help among ones we love,
we pray they never find out.
We isolate ourselves;
we think we're alone...
Weather it was something we have said or done,
something we are ashamed of,
or something in our past.
It eats at our hearts.
We are afraid to open up.
We forget that we aren't the only ones in the world,
because others laugh and smile.
But I assure you, they have their own problems too.
So don't think you're alone.
Stop looking back if your past is ugly.
Stop looking to your side and comparing your life.
I live in a town called Owl CityI live in a town called Owl City.I live in a town called Owl City3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A city made of Gold, inhabited by Angels.
A place where the sky is beautiful morning, noon, and night.
The Alligator Skies turn gracefully into the Vanilla Twilight.
Every night is rewarded with a spectacular Meteor Shower,
while Fireflies and Bees dance among the Plant Life.
Every day is a Good Time and nothing could Take it All Away.
Wondrous attractions speckle Owl City.
Go for a ride in a Hot Air Balloon, and you won't regret it.
Or perhaps stay awhile at the Umbrella Beach.
While the Yacht Club perform on the seas.
This town is nothing like the Real World and I never want to leave.
You have a chance to come too, and visit this lovely town.
Here's Hope that you will arrive soon.
If you cant get to Owl City, though, don't give up.
Because here we have a saying.
"Dreams Don't turn to Dust."
What do you say?What do you sayWhat do you say?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when "I'm sorry," isn't enough?
What do you say
when "I love you," doesn't mean a thing?
What do you say
when she's out there with someone else?
What do you say
when words won't do?
What do I say
when you don't believe...
that I honestly still love you?
The Worst...The worst wasn't that you weren't open with me,The Worst...3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
or knowing that you didn't try,
or even when you dropped me like a box of rocks.
The worst was when you told me you loved me...
...when you obviously didn't.
ColorsAround people I see colors,Colors3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Many different shades.
Each person has a color that they hold.
A unique story to be told
Your eyes and smile, so shyly kind.
Your attitude, temperate and soft.
So it's understandable that your hue,
is quite a lovely shade of blue.
Full of your self you are.
I bet you have left many scars.
I see that you are very, very mean.
No wonder the color around you is an ugly puke green.
You are so confident.
Your face inspires hope.
Your actions though; brazen and so bold.
Your color fits you, around you I see gold.
You are compassionate,
That I can easily see.
Not judging by the looks of ones head.
A truly caring person's color is the color red.
Why so depressed do you look?
Don't cast off the ones you love.
On the world you turn your back,
I feel so sad when I see the color black.
You should know that colors aren't defining.
I see so many merge and change.
But when I see a person pure and genuinely bright,
the color that surrounds them is a blinding white.
Piece of MindThe euphoric wind encompasses my soul,Piece of Mind8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a serene trace imprinted.
The orange melancholic light fades.
In the hollow night
the imprint remains
The seed is planted
and bliss begins to bloom.
Nobody Told MeNobody told me,Nobody Told Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How to act.
I wish I knew how much was too much,
or when too little was not enough.
If somebody told me,
that the small things meant the most,
and the big things were forgettable;
Where would I be today?
Nobody told me,
Who to love.
What came of the people I knew
and who were the people I would have known?
If somebody told me,
that I HAD the perfect person,
or that I am with the wrong one;
Would I be able to live with myself?
Nobody told me,
How to feel.
Is what I am feeling right or wrong,
and which should I act upon?
If somebody told me,
that I was being overly obsessive,
or that I shouldn't have let go:
Would I be the same person I am now?
Nobody told me...
...and I'm not sure if I'd want to know the answers.
Always on my mindEvery time my eyes open or close,Always on my mind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time I blink,
Whenever I can or can't see,
I can always see you.
Every time I take a nap,
Every time I go to sleep,
Whenever I lay down to rest,
I always dream of you.
Every time I pick up a crayon or marker,
Every time I decide to paint or draw,
Whenever I see a blank canvas,
I always picture you.
And I just want you to know that every time I think, I think only of you. Because you are always on my mind.
Am I Good Enough...?Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,Am I Good Enough...?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Now am I good enough?
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
I RememberI’d – I’d do anything.I Remember10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’d do anything just to see her,
to see her smile,
to hear her laugh,
to hear her voice,
to hear her say my name,
because I remember
I remember how it used to be.
How I got to do all those things
every single day.
And now she’s so far away
but I’d give up everything,
I’d give up everything just for it to not work out again between us.
I’d go through it another 3 times
and another 3 after that
so as long as it meant that after the 333rd time
It would work out.
I remember how a day never goes by,
how she’s always on my mind,
how I see her color,
She is the perfect blue,
The color of her beautiful blue eyes.
The eyes I could stare into for hours
Light crystals that perfectly complimented her lips
Those soft lips that were so kissable
But would let forth such attitude in her stories.
When those lips would smile
And her face would scrunch
And her cheeks would puff
And those crystals would grow so large
NamesNames are not found in dictionaries,Names3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Names don't tell of one's status, ability, or personality.
Each name is unique.
No matter how common it is.
For although others may share your name.
Share it right down to the last letter,
There never has been, and never will be,
another you again.
And that fact is what makes you, you.
Sonnet 2I saw your face today,Sonnet 23 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so I smiled and waved.
You looked down in dismay.
I can't believe how we both behaved.
My smile faded as I walked away,
you didn't give me a second glance.
I had nothing to say.
Should I have given you another chance?
I shouldn't be acting like this,
I am with someone new,
yet my thoughts still persist.
Do I still miss you?
As awful as we were to each other,
you will always be my first true lover.
A Lover's LongingI don't think I'll find peaceA Lover's Longing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until you're here with me
When my body can physically feel
What the Universe has made to be
Every time I hear your voice
I get a shiver up my spine
I giggle like a schoolgirl
Living out adolescence in its prime
I don't think I'll love another
Quite as much as I love you
Sheerly because we're best friends
And are alike in so much that we do
I hug my pillow at night
Wishing it were you instead
Crying the driest tears
That leave no stains upon my bed
I wish I were with you every day
That I may express my love for you
In a slightly differing sense
Than that which you are used to
Have You Ever Questioned?Have you ever questioned?Have You Ever Questioned?3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Life's compulsory regulations and lessons.
The processes that are automatically assumed.
These social facts that are hereditarily consumed.
This holy reasoning that can never be disputed.
A uniformed mass that are complacently suited.
Have you ever questioned?
Why things are, the way they are.
How one out of eight planets in this solar system,
Facilitates life which revolves around an incandescent star.
How on this one planet both good and evil thrive.
And god's subjects commit sinful, selfish acts just to survive.
How the quantity of printed paper assures your material stability.
And the lack of it limits your social and mental mobility.
How our faith is based in an invisible, omnipotent director.
And tragedies occur despite the presence of this all knowing protector.
Have you ever questioned?
Everything that you know and believe.
And that what ever the human mind can conjure.
It can actually achieve.
Have you ever questioned?
Whether we eternally
on bradbury and table dancingYou are not a wordsmithon bradbury and table dancing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whatever you might like to think. ('Smith'
indicates precision and coldness and fire:
words are softer than that unless you mold them strong.)
It's a difficult road to follow, and not many
make it past the fork. Choose a path,
Janus says, whirligig keys spinning on his shoulders:
I am a wordworker, with my tools too crude, forming
rough-edged carvings painted with pretty imagery.
Notebooks scattered across the landscape
of a child's room, to be stumbled across,
read, red-penned, in the thick and choking breath of night.
When the bough breaks
a hanged man laughs. He carries typewriters
in his pockets, and cigarettes in the soles of his shoes.
I will never be a word mistress,
whoring myself to the speech of people I do not know and will never know me.
The oven is set to Fahrenheit 452, but the words were already aflame
before they ever took shape under your tongue.
You love everything they've ever written, and carry
unabashed loathing for every syllabl
Hunter and HuntedThe land grows silent out of fear and awe,Hunter and Hunted9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The creatures hushed, the winds a simple gust,
A thudding step, some scales, a jagged maw,
With weight and force that crush its foes to dust.
Another set of feet traverse the den,
My own this time, still thundering and large,
I bear its fangs which felled a thousand men,
I wear its skin to shield me as I charge.
I've been the final word for many more,
Just as you've ended many of my kind,
Now here we meet again, just as before,
My fangs against your own, the ties that bind.
Both monsters, you and I, one flesh, one steel,
Though one of us will make a tasty meal.
The Meaning Of A KissThe simple act of bringing one's lips to close to the sweet contact of another, to which upon seals a promise.The Meaning Of A Kiss3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A kiss should have meaning and not be given out unless it is meant with solemn clarity and truth.
To kiss the hand, a polite gesture of respect, and the intent to treat the recipient as such. The back of the hand to represent strength, and honor. The palm of the hand represents a treasure, to be carefully held and cherished.
To kiss the forehead, a sign of endearment, and the will to be unbreakably bound by friendship. Above the eyes to represent protection, and shelter.
To kiss the cheek is to hope for a blush, relaying admiration and interest, where you can see eye to eye and outward together, representing the vision of what is to come.
A kiss on the lips, the most important of all, should be a promise, where upon meeting the other person's eyes you will never betray or hurt the soul within that gaze. It is the the ultimate symbol of trust.
This is The Meaning Within A kiss
One special personEveryone leaves you.One special person3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone gives up.
Everyone stops loving you, and stops believing in you, and stops caring about you.
Everyone will say something to hurt you.
Everyone will eventually agree with you when you say “I feel worthless”.
And everyone will eventually say something about you.
And everyone will hurt you intentionally.
Everyone leaves you.
And everyone gives up.
But one person, one special person
Will never leave you.
Will never give up on you.
Will never stop loving you, and never stop believing in you, and never stop caring about you.
Never say anything to hurt you.
Never let you say “I feel worthless”, because with them, you won’t.
Never say or listen to anything bad about you.
And never hurt you.
Never leave you.
What Happened?What makes a writer fall out ofWhat Happened?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What makes a painter loose life's
What makes people abandon their
This feeling of being
is one of deep drowning
Diving down, and farther
and farther, and farther
that is wasn't farther forward
But further down
one day crashing to the
What makes the dogs howl at the
What makes the cats come and
What makes people special to understand
Perhaps it is no longer
The taste of adrenaline
an addiction that is the
of fragile cores
But still searching,
for that old taste
Believing it to be full
What makes music so sweet to
What makes silk so soft to
What makes people crave to use
An undeniable spark
hides behind dark
not only covered by
eyelids but the smoke
from a graveyard
Some days the wind
seems to carry
a sometime-saviour to those
who manage to
You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...You'll Never Understand...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
What Happened?I used to think make upWhat Happened?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Made people ugly.
Now I think I'm ugly without it.
I used to think people
Always loved me.
Now I think everyone hates me.
I used to think everybody
Was my best friend.
Now I think no one truly is.
I used to think
Boys were icky!
Now I wish I had one.
What happened to being
I want to end it all.Wouldn't it be niceI want to end it all.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To do all those things
That you could only dream of doing
Slicing open your wrists
To watch the life slowly bleed out of you
Hanging off that end of the rope
To feel the breath slowly squeezed out of you
Getting that gun, and taking the shot
To feel your brains blown out of your head
You want to do it
But you're a coward
Just do it already
And save the world
A whole lotta trouble.
Cutting AwayWeirdCutting Away3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or do I just seem uninhibited
making myself into this
Polite, friendly on top
quiet and a little off underneath
most of my time spent thinking
But I can never come to a conclusion
where do I lie?
on the other side maybe
then again I could still be here
Hanging on by threads
slowly being cut away by society
how cliche that sounds
No, it's not society
but even I didn't expect who really held the knife
chopping the ropes I clung to
Hopes for a mistake
a glitch in the process of thought
leading me to this undenyingly painful ending
that has hurt me in ways I have yet to understand
I wait in the clouds
becoming quieter, more distant
trying to find another solution to the maze
a weed hacker perhaps
Cutting away everything as if it doesn't matter
ripping down his face
I am lost
lines blurred by my incessant...trimming
my labyrinth has become endless circles
going around each other
An exit has to be made
so now I will dig
going down and down
deeper into my own mind