Jesus SmokesI've decidedJesus Smokes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if Jesus came to Earth now,
he'd probably smoke cigarettes
and always fall in love
with the wrong person.
If we wake up at night
and can't get back to sleep,
I could teach him
how to un-love his neighbor
and he could tell me
what the salty water feels like
under his feet.
He might wear his hair in a ponytail
and his eyes would crinkle when he smiles,
and I would smile too,
and in a small voice ask him what hell was like,
and is there any way to get someone back
if they've already gone too far?
He would take a drag on his cigarette,
nod kindly at the two boys holding hands,
and say that hell is more a state of being
than an afterlife, and no amount of love
can rescue someone from their own mind.
I thought so, I would say, not mentioning
the nights I've cried myself to sleep
HateYou hated me so much that now I hate me too.Hate3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You succeeded are you fucking happy? There's nothing left of me to love or save yet your son is still trying, still standing there. We can't see each other but he's the only thing keeping me alive and you don't care.
I want to go to somebody anybody and tell them how much I hurt and cry and cut and how it gets me nowhere. I want this to be better. I want you to stop hating me, judging me and lying.
"I'm not trying to sabotage your relationship"
You won't let him see me other than school, let him out of the house except for work and school and you may as well take his phone away too.
I feel like we are sabotaged. I feel alone and numb. I feel dead inside.
Do you feel fucking accomplished? You destroyed me! You can say I ruined your honeymoon all you want but you ruined it. You looked through his phone; you invaded his personal life by looking at our conversations. Maybe if you'd looked back further you'd have seen I was numb, I was depressed
Seven DaysSeven days clean.Seven Days2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It may not seem like much
But to me it means the world.
Seven days without self-mutilation.
The last cut turning into a pink ribbon scar
Looking worse than it did before.
I'm not ashamed of it.
The only reason it stays hidden,
Well is in case I can't keep myself together anymore.
Each bracelet is assurance that no one will know.
But one taken off for each day I'm okay.
When someone does see it
A simple lie comes out.
My cat scratched me,
They immediately buy it.
Seven days and not a single problem.
People may think it's nothing,
When in all reality it means
One day I will be strong
That I can overcome it all.
RelapseI swear you're a drug.Relapse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time I say I'm done,
You find your way back into my system.
Newsflash- I. Don't. Want. You. There.
Not unless you are willing to change.
But that doesn't seem to be happening.
When you're here,
Coursing through my veins-
I never want you to leave.
You make me feel right then.
It's when you're not here,
That is what's causing the problem.
I've tried to give you up before,
Three [no, four] times to be exact.
And then, the unthinkable.
I see you. And I sink.
Who knew, that you could have me
Wrapped around your finger,
Without even trying.
But you know I expect it,
And I "move on"
And I see you,
And I go back.
And I hate myself for it.
And I try again.
But I just spend my days wondering. . .
When's the next relapse?
Ignore the BrokenJust walk on by,Ignore the Broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you won't care.
I know people don't bother
to help the broken.
Just ignore what you
don't want to see,
I do it too,
I hope the scars go away
and maybe I'd be fine,
but I'm broken and people
tend to ignore the broken.
So go one and ignore the tears,
the scars on my arms,
ignore me and the rest of the broken.
go one and walk on by.
Don't make empty promises,
don't lie and say it'll be okay,
I've done enough of that.
And from a passerby I need no more.
Because you won't do a thing but ignore me.
You won't stay long,
you won't neven care,
so please just go one
and please don't lie
and make those empty promises...
CloudsWe Sit...Clouds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under The Sky...
Watch the Clouds...
Heart to Heart...
Them Pass us By...
They Watch us All...
Time... passes by
So slowly it seems...
Why... don't we just lie here
Lost in our dreams...
Under the Sky...
As the Rain...
Starts to Fall...
To the Faces...
So don't see...
Forever AlteredA knight in shining armour,Forever Altered3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the hero of his home,
battles countless horrors,
both known and unknown.
Many battles victoriously won,
others dreadfully lost,
but the greatest battle rages on,
of the mind with unknown cost.
Fields veined with rivers scarlet,
pale tongues of clashing metal,
life draining as from a faucet
besiege the mind with fears dreadful.
The elating victory of the battle conquered
forgotten in minds forever altered.