Forever AloneThat painful sting of loneliness,Forever Alone3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the feeling in your gut
when love has taken off and left you
dying in a rut.
That dreadful stab of jealousy,
the burning rage within,
while watching happy lovers laugh
and kiss and talk and grin.
The disappointed stomach ache,
the woeful broken heart...
wanting love but knowing that you
never will take part.
Alone and bored and what's the point?
Your life is just a waste.
The bitter tang of loneliness
is all you'll ever taste.
i want you because i shouldn't want you at alli want you like i want succulent strawberries dripping over a white lacy dress,i want you because i shouldn't want you at all3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want you like i want complete silence on a sweltering august night,
i want you like it's dead rats melting over hot gutters and then it's your hot guts on my body.
i want you and your collarbones tied to my strings of saliva,
i want you smelling like you're some wild wolverine with incisors as sharp as rose petals,
i want you broken and bleeding just so i can nourish your wounds.
i want you dangerously close and always so,
i want you angry as you are passionate,
i want you in ways i don't even understand.
.:Goodbye:.So this is goodbye, huh?.:Goodbye:.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the last time we'll smile, laugh, or cry together, huh?
I never saw it coming, but then again...
I blinded my heart from the truth...
This wasn't a fairy tail ending anime ending where everything works out in the end...
This was all REAL...
The pain was all too real...
And as I started off, I counted...
The days, weeks, months, even years gone by...
As I counted, I tried to fathom where it all went wrong...
But to no avail...
If only I could call you...and hear your voice of treason...
If only I could see you...and hear your tale of mutiny...
I would punch you, as hard as my fist will allow...
I would verbally KILL you...
So that you can feel the same pain I felt...
But you would probably turn and walk away...
I called to you in my mind, but the words never reach my lips...
"How dare you!"
"Don't do this!"
The dying words that are flowing through my mind are a vivid mixture of confusion and anger...
As you walk away, I'm tempted to
Secret ProposalSecret Proposal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His mouth grazes my ear
Whispering a forever word
As close to strangers as we were
I let the beard tickle my chin
Fingers run along a soft jawline
And secrets were told
The late night ones
Where teens drunk on sleep
(And high on friendship)
Laugh about pain, heartbreak, death
I wish to be loved like that
While he wishes that love away
possibly, maybe, who knows
I still hear those spoken words
A confidence unheld by anything else
The same man who told me to shave
Asked me to wax
(I didn't mind, I just laughed)
And thought of the future
I told of
Rape hands, pulling wrists, pulling
Eyes widening, my fear his shock
All mushing together
And we kiss, once, just before I go home
He spoke of
Tied hands forever, just almost barely
So until next time my princess
My princess knight
Can we maybe love?
The Long Way to Say GoodbyeDear Forget-Me-Not-Eyes,The Long Way to Say Goodbye4 years ago in Letters More Like This
It seems like with you gone I'm wordless, like you plucked each vowel and consonant from my mouth and left me tongue tied, trying to make up a new language just to reach you. I've spent months counting the things I've done wrong and the stories I've forgotten and all the ways I could say those two words that to you, don't seem to mean a single thing.
I'm left with memories of cornstalk hair wound as tight as my nerves and a tongue like quicksilver every time I hear your name. I remember those things you said, the things I forgave you for time and time again and my eyes prickle and my hands clench, making half moons in my palms that make me think of all the stories you've read that said the moon holds magic. But fairytales don't exist and our story certainly didn't have a happy ending. Now, the moon just reminds me of nothing but the venom-laced messages you sent me late at night, the words stupidselfishhopelessI'mdone burned into my eyelids, h
I Am AfraidI am afraidI Am Afraid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of most likely many things
I am afraid
Of being pulled by puppet strings
And I fear the fierce reality
Of someone coming after me
This mortal life's intensity
Makes my blood run cold
Although I do not fear death
I do not want this life to end
So many things I haven't said
So many tears to cry,
I'm not ready to die
This is not what frightens me
I am afraid
Of most likely many things
I am afraid
Of being pulled by puppet strings
And though the wind may howl
The dead may sing
An evil angel stares under their cowl,
Of darkness, this is where
The sinful flee
Tortured souls unleash a scream
And though it's most unsettling
I am not afraid
Now I'm dancing at a masquerade
I can't remove my mask to save,
My life, I do not understand
No memory of my
I am not normal
What is wrong with me?
To know a fear,
What it's of
Hatred and love
They call my name
Goodbye, My FriendMy mind was so far away from you,Goodbye, My Friend3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Yet our parting struck me.
I wish I could've said goodbye,
And thank you for the great memories.
You were the link to my youth,
Now I'm stuck in adulthood.
But still I'll remember you,
Mostly as the young, handsome soul you were.
I hope you lived happily.
I hope you died painless.
But still I'm sorry I was not there for you,
In your last days of struggle.
You're with the others now,
And I'll hope you'll wait there for me.
One day we'll see each other again.
But till then, goodbye Binkie.
Life Is DeadLife to me is dead,Life Is Dead3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And all my heartless pain,
Is swarming in my placid head.
There is nothing more that I can feel,
But what I touch in my mind can't be real.
Life is all but dead,
But on this raw path I go again,
Wandering with legs of lead.
To a distant land of sanctity I shall go,
Beside the rush of a wild river flow.
Life is dead.
Am I truly sane?
When all my soul can do is bleed,
With sinews of fire and veins of ice,
Constricted by all this gutless vice.
Goodbye.......for goodGoodbye for all the memories,Goodbye.......for good5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Goodbye for all the pain,
Goodbye for all the little things,
that come and go again,
Goodbye for all the friendship,
Goodbye for all we share
Goodbye for all the people,
for whom we really care,
Goodbye for leaving,
Goodbye for not saying so,
Goodbye for just telling us,
that you merely had to go.......
Not AfraidI'm not afraid to tell youNot Afraid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss you
I'm not afraid to show you
I love you.
I'm not afraid to
Let you inside, past the walls.
Nor could I be afraid,
To kiss you in public.
I am not afraid to be,
I am not afraid to,
Nor could I be afraid,
To tear out a heart,
And take a bite.
For tearing out mine.
Words That Makes You CryI read these beautiful words, and they make me feel so weak, and so strong, simultaneously making me want to smile and cry.Words That Makes You Cry3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
As much as we try to dumb it all down so it makes sense to us and our small minded views, as much as we focus upon the half important simple ideas that spring forth, as much as we claim to philosophize and open up our eyes to the vast, unimaginable amount of knowledge that surrounds us,
we're all just as scared and unknowing as the next.
Lies have never made me love you more.
My BrosPen and Paper:My Bros3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a writer.
I, like all others, have bros.
But my bros are different.
My bros are my pen and paper,
My hands and my mind,
My laptop and my keyboard,
The words I write that I cannot speak.
Without my pen, my paper,
I'd be nothing.
A shell of a man with ideas
And nowhere to put them.
Without my hands, my mind,
I'd not be able to write.
A hollow case filled with air
Where my mind should be
And stubs for hands.
Without my laptop, my keyboard,
I'd not be able to make money.
For how else would I get my finished works
To all those who wish to read my works?
Finally, without my words that I dare not speak,
I'd not even be able to call myself an author.
Not even a poet.
For words are my keystones:
Without them, I have no writing.
Not even a life worth living.
So, to all my bros out there:
Keeping me employed
Giving me something to do
Being there when I need you.
A KissUpon your lips,A Kiss3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I drop a kiss.
One that's true,
One that's bold.
Upon your hand,
I drop a kiss.
One that's pure,
One that's noble.
Upon your cheek,
I drop a kiss.
One that's sweet,
One that's young.
Upon your brow,
I drop a kiss.
One that's soft,
One that's proud.
Upon your tears,
I drop a kiss.
One that heals,
One that says
I'll always stay.
StrongStrong3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am ugly- I am beautiful
I am worthless- I have worth
I am sick- I will heal
I hate myself- I will learn to love myself
I am weak- I am strong, or I wouldn't be here today
I am moody- I have profound emotional depth
I am lost- I will find myself
I am scared- I have courage
I am crazy- It is normal to struggle
I am in pain- It's okay to hurt
I am tired- I will not give up
I'm not good enough- I am be
She and IShe was everything you wanted, she was everything I wanted to be.She and I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She had everything you needed, so you never looked to me.
She gave you everything, so you never took from me.
She's beautiful, you know that, we all know the same, I don't know why I bother with this game.
She loves you more than anything, and I hope she always will.
She always care for you,she'll keep you strong when times are tough, I could never be enough.
She's the one for you, a match made in heaven they say, she makes you happy, I guess I never could.
She's everything you wanted, she's everything I wanted to be.
I'm sorry but why can't it be me?
the truth of loveMy words mean nothingthe truth of love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been broken
Too many times to count
Why the fucking hell
Do I let myself believe
That it was a fucking fairy tale
It means nothing to me anymore
Maybe this is my way of venting
Maybe I'm giving up
Who fucking knows anymore
I don't fucking know whats on her mind
I don't know if she ever fucking cared
No one is ever completely there for you
Back to the cave
Back to the depression
Back to those goddamn meds
Or maybe back to hell
Where I belong
I don't want help
I never did
partially thought that was
The only thing holding us together
Past scars are opening
This blade is ridding the pain
The rope is tied tighter
Cut off my breathe
Goodbye this goddamned world
Goodbye this goddamned life
I'm so fed up
With holding it together
So fed up
When it hurts
Who knows where the hell I'm going to end up
Just dont be shocked when im hanging from the ceiling
I've been hanging off the endge by a thread for so long
But she cut that dreaded thr
SufferingSee this smile? :-DSuffering3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This smile, that seems so real and too happy, too content?
F - A - K - E
But I suppose you wouldn't care.
I'm sorry for taking up your time. -t i c k - t o c k-
Of course you have something better to do.
(don't they all?)
So, I'll die in this eternal night.
No, go, have fun in the sun, with all the rest.
(tell me how bright it is...)
I won't bother you again.
I won't bother anyone again.
Well, if you care to listen, I've learned something in my life.
15 years of age, yet I'm already old...
What I've come to realize is,
--Suffering is supposed to make us stronger.
Tell that to the people suffering.
Missing a knife? Sharp, and shiny, and jagged on one side, perfect for slicing...?
I'm so, so sorry.
Got blood on your carpet (wet and dark and scented with copper, staining the floor beneath it with my life)?
That was me too.
-ha, since when am I honest-
A Kiss Of Memorieswhenever i'm doing this.A Kiss Of Memories3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm thinking of her.
how she was the first to make you smile -
made your heart stop -
& want to beat for her.
But it wasn't love
not what we think we have.
Some of us can't fall in love,
we can only dream that the future remains
like this forever.
But - - - - i will never be her, will i?
Wish for No HeartHave you ever wishedWish for No Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you didn't have a heart?
The one that made you love,
And made you yearn for another
The heart that led you into a bloody fiasco,
And left you in tears and gory fragments
You lay your body down onto the ground,
And you wish for this infuriating beating to go away
You want to never feel the same again,
This feeling of being broken from within
It almost feels like you are bleeding internally, doesn't it?
Even when you have never really experienced the real thing?
It just feels like a cold, demonic machete has cut through,
And yet you can't see it
You are just dying,
And you are going to fall
You are thinking that you should have never fell for that one,
And that you never want to feel this again
This pain puts you through so much ache,
And fills you with the deepest, heart-wrenching regrets
You blame it all on your inane heart
It and it's conspiracies
Curse the day you have been given this heart,
And curse the days that have been full of the one you loved
My Time is ColouredMy time is coloured.My Time is Coloured3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Monday is burgundy.
The colour of blood, of wine,
The colour of his hair.
The colour of tiredness and desperation.
Tuesday is pale orange.
The colour of Creamsicles, of sunrises,
The colour of her best dress.
The colour of acceptance and subjugation.
Wednesday is aqua.
The colour of the sea, of gems,
The colour of his favourite shirt.
The colour of a new breath and hope.
Thursday is clear.
The colour of glass, of diamonds,
The colour of her nail polish.
The colour of expectancies and patience.
Friday is pink.
The colour of tutus, of piglets,
The colour of the sticker on his bumper.
The colour of freedom and excitement.
Saturday is dark green.
The colour of oak leaves, of Army fatigues,
The colour of her eyes.
The colour of relaxation and indifference.
Sundays are pale yellow.
The colour of honeysuckle, of the sun,
The colour of his cat's fur.
The colour of Godliness and youth.
Days are white.
The colour of clouds, of fresh paper,
The colour of her teeth.
Always HereWhen I'm on a long car journeyAlways Here3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Passing fields of golden brown;
Watching the stream of traffic
Fade into a neon blur,
You're fast asleep next to me,
Your head resting on my shoulder.
Your gentle breaths upon my cheek
Sending my heart into overdrive.
As I walk down a busy street
Through the bustling crowds;
Where people smile and laugh
Whilst others shout and cry,
You are walking beside me,
Our hands joined in union.
As we talk about random things,
Your smile lights up my soul.
As I lay in this garden,
Sheltered by shimmering trees;
As the sun melts into the sunset,
The grass shining like emerald,
You're lying in this garden too,
Curled up right beside me;
With your soft, dreamy voice,
You begin to sigh my name.
As I sit in my room,
As I start to feel claustraphobic,
All my anxiety evaporates
For you are sat with me.
I stare into your warm brown eyes,
You stare into my pools of green.
We tenderly share a kiss,
My world is turned upside down.
Whenever I am all alone,
When everything is co
Untitled.'But why expect such things of a simpleton?'Untitled.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
scalpel to softened underbelly.
Reactions of sheer accuracy, and maybe it wasn't exactly
but god damn
she's one hell of a shot.
Imprecise vernacular, sorry, maybe I should be more specific.
She is that of which you remember, nauseating swirl
seeds planted with regrettable error
and of all the things that had to grow
'Don't you see? We're monsters in the making.'
Goodbye my friendGoodbye my friend5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Goodbye my friend
When dad came home one Christmas eve night
he had with him a box of untold delight
It started rumble and shake in his grasp
when the lid was pushed open I had to gasp
It was the most wonderful thing I ever saw
as the creature held up it's little tiny paw
a puppy for Christmas a new friend to play
it was the greatest gift in more than one way.
As time went by and I started to grow
So did you and it started to show
twice the size of the puppy we brought home
About ArtNobody will ever love an artworkAbout Art3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as passionately as the artist
And nobody will ever hate an artwork
as much as the artist,
cause it holds a part of himself inside
And it might be a photograph of
the beauty of his mind
but also a mirror for
the abysses of