i don't get how.i don't get how.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How does hurting me make your life any better?
How does torturing me bring a smile on your face?
Why do my misfortunes feed your pleasure?
Why do my failures become your success?
Why does my defeat have to be your victory?
Why does my blood paint your walls?
How do my cries become your favourite song?
Why ridicule my dreams and hopes?
WHY DOES RUINING MY LIFE MAKE YOURS BETTER?
I don't get it.
Never Let Her GoNever Let Her Go2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cut my wrists today.
And instead of feeling relief or guilt for what I had done,
I started to cry.
I had told him I wanted to die.
But as soon as I saw the blood flow from my wrist,
Tears fell from my face.
What had I done?
Why did I do this?
I quickly patch them up and run for the phone.
But how do I tell him?
How do tell him I am going to die?
I start to cry more when he says hello.
When he asks if I'm ok, I tell him no.
Before he can say another word, I tell him my life has come to end.
I tell him that I love him, but more importantly,
Not to ever let her go.
Autumn AgainBrand new sweaterAutumn Again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know
Leave the house
Brand new sweater
HemingwayFor sale: Ernest's shotgun, used once.Hemingway2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I Die Forever In Your ArmsForever I die in your arms and die again when you look at me,I Die Forever In Your Arms2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
only within this eternal death can I seek to be free,
and always I wander in the shadows of the midnight sun,
beneath the metallic sky this journey is only half begun,
by killing me softly you have brought me again back life,
I weigh the balance on the edge of the sacrificial knife
while the thunder cracks, overhead I kneel to embrace strife,
I meet the Morrigan at her alter before the split tree,
death may be found in more ways then one, Mother War holds the gun,
lightning strikes, the blade falls and I rise as the Chaos Wife.
The EndDig your nails into your skin, feel their harshness crawl within.The End2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scratch and tear the flesh apart, for here begins a fresh new start.
See the pink, the red, and the blue, grab a knife, you know what to do.
Remove the organs, hear the tears, scream and wail for further repairs.
And now you're down to your heart, tear it out to end and restart.
You Play A Risky GameYou Play A Risky Game3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You play a risky game but there's a stake;
You will not know how much it hurts, until
You go farther than the body can take;
You cannot break the bond against your will.
You think it is fair game, but it is not.
You think it is alright, but you don't know.
It is not just a game, but we have fought.
So many times you've done it, that it shows.
I have seen many others do it too,
But we still stop in time to save your life.
You have to know what's pure and sweet and true.
You have to learn how to put down the knife.
All you need to do is pick up a pen,
We'll stop in time to save your life, again.
The AgonyThe Agony2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I keep digging.
The hole gets deeper,
As the pieces pile up.
I keep cutting
The wound gets deeper,
As the emotions pile up.
I am sketching.
The picture looks ugly,
As I paint
I am silting.
The world looks ugly,
As I see.
I continue climbing.
But I fall on the rocks,
As my body is smashed.
"Just go away!"
"Leave me alone!"
I continue drinking.
But I fall on the pavement,
As my spirit is smashed.
InsanityFrom the suffering I comeInsanity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bleeding through the eyes,
The hope is now gone
Drowned in your cries.
A sudden scream, the agonys so loud,
You drop to your knees,
Pray to God to help you out,
But once again, He has let you down.
Not able to move,
Not able to speak,
Life is so cruel,
And always was, it seems.
Youve lost your will,
Youre getting weak,
Your body has collapsed
And so have your dreams.
Your mind gives up,
But you still want to fight,
Strength seeps out through your wrists
So you just fall down.
Then comes the peace,
So desired and calm.
Your head is now empty
And so is your heart.
Theres no more pain,
No memories, nor hopes.
Sweet and bright,
Settling down in your mind.
Your new I
Not So AloneA loveNot So Alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never to be returned
that is forever burned
made in the dead of night
forever hidden from sight
that can never be kept
that has forever wept
that for once is real
learning how to feel
I Had Feelings...My feelings for youI Had Feelings...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Were no doubt there
And you shared them with me
Thank God, I swear.
But not too long later,
As I think over,
I slowly lose the emotion.
I don’t know what to tell you,
I surely don’t know how!
It was never a one night stand,
We still haven’t held hands,
And my lips are still a virgin to others.
Though I know how this goes
Yet I don’t I don’t remember
How to let you know
I want us to be over.
So soon it happened
It will be.
My feelings to you
Breaking heartBreaking heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart is slowly breaking.
Breaking into pieces.
For every mistake that I've made,
There's a scar for on my sould.
Everything that I've done wrong.
You can see it in my heart.
It's slowly breaking into pieces,
and my soul tears apart.
There are many scars on my body,
but the biggest is on my heart.
The knive slowly cuts it into pieces.
Slowly, with everytime that I felt bad about myself,
that I made you scream or made you cry.
It's cutting futher in my heart.
But also the times that you made me cry,
made me scream and made me fight.
Those times are also counting.
So the knive cuts deeper when you do.
But the worst thing isn't written yet.
I'll start with it right now.
The cause of all my pain is me.
Whe you cry, it's because of me, I've caused it.
So the knive begins to cut.
When you make me cry,
It also me who has cuased it.
"Deeper, come on knive!"
I'm the cause of my own depression.
And don't you try to prove me wrong.
My knive is still cutting,
cutting my heart in two.
Mirror, MirrorMirror, Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who's the ugliest of them all.
Don't even answer me,
I already know that's it's me.
As I see myself into you,
I can't see anything good.
Mirror, mirror do you know,
The ugly truth is what you show.
That's because I see it all.
Nothing beautiful, nothing good.
A depressed girl, scars everywhere.
Trying not to go insane.
Mirror, mirror can you see?
What you show is ruining me?
Cause now I know that I'm nothing.
Useless, abandomed and unloved.
As weak as a person can be.
Mirror, mirror can you see?
What I saw has killed me?
Sometimes I think...Sometimes I think your annoyed at the things I say and do.Sometimes I think...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I think you hate me because of the things from my past.
Sometimes I think you wish you never would have meet me.
Sometimes I think you don't want to be near me.
Sometimes I think you say you can't hang out because you just don't want to.
Sometimes I think you don't like me at all.
Sometimes I think I'm better off alone.
And sometimes I separate myself because of these reasons.
And these reasons make me wish I was gone.
And sometimes... I actually do try to leave...
Stupid CupidWhen the stupid Cupid came in my wayStupid Cupid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with bow and arrow, and began to say
"For the loneliness of yours, I have the cure:
a love for you, sweet and pure."
I said, "What kind of angel are you?
Why don't you look for something else to do?
You shoot people, play with their lives
to give them love, which is only strife;
I wonder how fun it must be
to play with other's feelings for pure vanity.
Then, next time you come in my way,
you mind your business, and go away!"
He stared perplexed. What to do, he didn't know.
Then I've stolen the bow and the arrows.
Clueless.Let me get this one thing straight: I have no clue how to write a romantic poem. No idea whatsoever. How does one get all these feelings onto paper? I don’t want to sound too cheesy and emotional. But at the same time I don’t want it to be plain and strict. And a happy medium between the two is what everyone seems to write about. The thing is though, you’re special to me. You’re like a legendary pokemon card: hard to find but when someone finally has one, they become all giddy and excited that they finally found the one they’ve been looking for. And every time they see that card, they’re reminded of how lucky they are to have something so valuable and special to them. You’re my legendary pokemon. I even still remembered the first time you smiled at me. You seemed all shy which was simply adorable. But I was shy too. But more than being shy, you gave me butterflies. I didn’t know that it was possible to feel that much joy. It was likClueless.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Inner DemonsInner Demons...Inner Demons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I got up.
I tried again.
I keep my head down.
I ignore the stare I know are there.
I hear them talking behind me.
They don't think I can.
But I can.
My books are knocked down.
Laughing is heard.
An evil inside of me stirred.
My inner demon awakened.
I bet they see me now
Talon's and wings.
May not be seen.
But a demon nonetheless.
A growl and a swipe.
Can you see me now?!
Or do I have to show my inner demons?
The girl you knew is gone.