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Take me awayLeft out in a crowd,Take me away9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
music playing loud.
Ringing through my ears,
but I'm far away from here.
People oh they talk,
I'm taking a walk.
Do they know I'm here?
To me nothing is clear.
Take me away.
Where do I want to go?
Don't know what to say
To a place alone,
To a place unknown.
And when I am there,
Feel like they don't care.
They wish I wasn't here.
At least to me that's clear.
Take me away.
Where do I want to go?
Don't know what to say
To a place alone,
To a place unknown.
Where do I belong?
everything feels wrong.
Don't really have a home.
Guess I'll remain alone.
Take me away.
Where do I want to go?
Don't know w
LimelightLimelight.Limelight10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do we go for the things we're not supposed to?
Why are we attracted to things our parents are opposed too?
Why can't we control the things we are unknowingly exposed too?
How come despite our best efforts, we can be fully composed to
Let It EndThe whole time, were you justLet It End3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too blind to see me?
Too deaf to hear me?
All of the silent tears and the screams in the night,
They were windows to the reflection of my very soul,
Torn, battered, beaten, abused...
If I thought I could pretend things would be okay,
I was wrong...
Dead wrong...
Now who's the fool?
The liar?
The joke?
Every little piece I've tried to put back into place
Doesn't fit where it used to go.
The edges, wasting away as time goes on,
Has left little to work with.
And soon, there's no heart.
There's no feeling,
No emotion at all.
Just the empty shell of a lie,
That never really convinced anyone.
Family TreeWhat's a family tree when your the only one sufferingFamily Tree1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the empty cries of never being loved and growing roots
to be planted within a seed of love.
I've only grown weeds destroying the seed of my heart
down in a hole letting the sickness of the soil spoil my
thoughts wanting to pull and rip away the ugly of this tree.
A tumbled weed of depression a black rose of a hue
smearing ashes upon my family picking away at the
dead leaves of my soul.
Rain pours upon my bark seeping down my stem
soaking up all the sadness growing me into wildflowers
for my family to ignore.
Strange_HerFar too familiar with the unknown,Strange_Her1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've never felt so disconnected with being alive.
Once known to be my sole purpose for love,
you've exposed my inability to cope…when true love dies.
I don't know how to feel anymore,
I exposed to you…everything that I had to hide.
You wanted to share with me, what your lust was aching for;
but you refused my every attempt to feel you from inside.
Contentment has become a stranger in my life,
I wouldn't recognize you without my eyes.
I don't see any reflections of your love inside myself,
…nor can my heart bear the weight of carrying around such a crushing lie.
So many times you cr
ShineIt's hard to be like you.Shine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're beautiful and wild.
You are spontaneous and outgoing.
I know you will be famous someday.
You are a natural star.
Everyone already loves you.
If you are light, I am darkness.
I want to be like you,
But you make it so hard for me.
I know we are different.
You are all things fun and exciting,
And I am shy and quiet.
Soft and serious. Reserved.
I read and you love to dance.
How can I compare?
You're a charmer.
You are charismatic, an enigma.
People want to be near you.
You draw them into your light,
And you're always in the center.
Hell, you are the center.
You're living your
MisplacedA collection of phrasesMisplaced8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A plethora of verbs
An assortment of adjectives
A swarming of words
Some are uplifting
And some might hurt you
And some just are frustrating
Like 'Patience is a virtue.'
A lot of memories
And a ton of close friends
Who I thought contact with
Would never really end
The presents that I once had
Sitting under the Christmas tree
Have for the most part disappeared
Which was unbeknownst to me
I used to have a way of looking
A peculiar way of seeing
Through rose-tinted glasses
Because I was such an innocent human being
But the world has changed that
And because of that fact
I cannot keep one aspect of m
The FightThere are a million reasons why,The Fight9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you should say goodbye.
And then thousand ways you could.
If anything you know you should.
But why, why do you stay.
It's not like you can't run away.
Why deal with the pain and stress.
Why keep tumbling around in a mess.
Push down one thing, raise another.
The fights come one, after the other.
You're throwing the guns,
one after one.
You're ready to fight,
He fears your might.
But why at the chance, you could end it all.
You throw down your weapons, let them fall.
There's no reason why,
But you don't want to end the fight.
Push down one thing, raise another.
The fights come one, after the o
TomorrowThis world is procrastinating in adolescence,Tomorrow9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Still humanity is dazed by true life lessons.
Constantly, the words "thou shalt not kill"
Are replaced with a gun, when there's more oil to spill,
This world is run by people breaking their own rules,
Who are raping the future by bombing schools.
This world is in need of a drastic change,
In need of world with no war to wage,
A world where man can love all countries as much as his own,
Where the cloud of hate's flown,
Where the seed of humanity's sewn,
Perhaps then this world can have a tomorrow,
Not living in a hole with self-pity and sorrow.
BenefitsSometimesBenefits1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lines are better than words
Lines can't give you away
Can't incriminate you
But words can
The plainly spell out
Your feelings
Your thoughts and opinions
So I like lines
Sometimes
Better than words
They can't hurt me
For Granted...We find things in life to take as our advantage,For Granted...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We use everything to fulfill our pleasures,
In every crevice of the world,
There are those who do not realize what they have,
They misjudge and they take for granted,
Victims of greed?
An illustration for your senses,
A situation of a loving pair, and started with admirance and adoration,
Then it ended, like a twig, it just snapped,
Her blood coated the wooden exterior of the floor,
Her body left with endless bruises,
The last expression on her face was completely melancholy,
And her complexion was lifeless and pale,
Then there sits the man, the other half of the broken couple,
Hi
I amI am dark clothingI am1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and nightmares
broken dreams
and blistered feet
I am dark purple bags under bright green eyes
and dark auburn hair dyed every three months
worn out rainbow bracelets
and my worthless mothers old ring
I am dance shoes
and little free time
peppermints
and coffee in paper cups
I am quick stolen kiss when nobody is watching
and softly brushing hair out of her eyes
silvery scars fading into my skin
and fresh injuries I know I can't keep creating
routines
and random urges
I am moving forward
The Missing Piece. Human nature has always been to sin. We cheat, lie, steal... hurting the people we love because we know-or hope-they'll never go. People lie to them, making them live a lie in the process. Living a lie and knowing it? It's the worst possible truth out there. Knowing that you are't yourself and not knowing where to go from here- it's a mixture of hurt and confusion, so deep and twisted in the human soul that the heart knows not where it is.The Missing Piece.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That's how I feel now, hurt and betrayed by not only the people I love, but by my country itself. And, in a way, it's all good. Have you ever fel
Mirror MirrorWhen I try to see beauty,Mirror Mirror3 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I never see me.
Mirrors don't lie.
It's people's words that make me cry.
I've become someone else.
I'm never myself.
I'm fat and ugly.
I'm never smugly.
Anorexic?
That's toxic, I'm already dyslexic.
I don't need another problem,
Or another disease.
Bulimic?
I'm not that pessimistic.
Mirror Mirror On The Wall,
Who's The Fairest Of Them All?
Surely that's me.
If it was, I'd be happy.
Skinny?
Don't lie.
I look like a pie.
Now tell me,
No need to fret...
I just want to know...
Am I pretty yet?
Blanket of whiteCover me softlyBlanket of white2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
blanket of white
hide me from above
so they will not see
what the world
has done to me
so they can ignore
their fault in this
let them look away
afraid for what is
underneath my blanket
of untouched white
let them wonder
what they have done
to the thing
now covered
under a blanket
oh so very white
Writer's blockInspiration.Writer's block3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What does one even think of?
A monster, rabid, bubbling with froth?
Stars that dance across the night's sky?
Perhaps some psychic business, one's third eye?
Or perhaps something related to blood,
slicing one's veins and arteries to cause a flood?
Maybe, just maybe - a love story?
Where we create and reminisce in an old memory.
Let's take a leap of faith, be extra innovative:
Combine all these stories... into something creative.
A monster that rides the stars across the night's sky
and a psychic that needs blood over their third eye?
Veins and arteries that cause a loving flood
of one's emotions and of course, crimson blood
AutumnEverything is dying,Autumn4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And it’s beautiful.
All the colours,
Make the world less dull.
It’s a bizarre idea,
That death is beautiful.
But death is beautiful.
It just means there will be another cycle of life.
You can feel the death all around you,
With the cold,
The wind,
The trees that are becoming bare.
And its magnificent.
Beautiful SyllabelsI whisper it over and over again –Beautiful Syllabels9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your name.
Under my breath,
as I repeat it like a secret,
the syllables tickle my tongue,
linger on my lips,
then hover in the air around me,
warming both my insides and my limbs,
enveloping me in a cloud of magic,
making me whole again.
My tongue expertly navigates the rising and falling sounds of your name.
It is similar to mine,
eerily so,
with a sweet twist that never fails to plaster a smile to my face.
My lips form the letters of your surname at a leisurely pace,
indulging in the pleasing way it fits in my mouth,
cradling the sounds,
wishing for them to remain mine forever.
I whi
Still losingBreathing tingles my tongue.Still losing9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just want to be loved.
Spine twitches and burns
As you whisper goodbye.
Returning in secret,
I know that you lied.
I'm torn between love and
The fire it brings but
With your wrists, pale as snow,
I'm cold. Tempted. And still unloved.
True SilenceNature is a name enshrouded in mystery. Some say it possesses a unique mind of its own and devises plans humans would be incapable of doing. It has secrets that are beyond comprehension of mortals. Yet at times, nature allows such secrets to be unveiled by a select few humans. One of such secrets is True Silence.True Silence9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Silence
It was a still night – too still in fact. The overgrown pine trees lining the driveway rustled not the slightest, looming over, resembling silent guardians. The eerie northern winds along with its wailing notes had settled as dust in perforated holes behind door frames remained untouched. The wilderness too hushed as b
I'm Fine"How are you?" They ask.I'm Fine10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I reply with, "Fine."
"How have you been?"
"okay."
"How was school?"
"Good."
They found out I was cutting,
And it hit them
That I wasn't "Fine."
I was in pain.
In front of the counselor,
They promised things would change,
They promised I would get help.
And I believed them.
But I was stupid to fall for it.
The one and only "help" I received
Said I was depressed.
That I needed counseling.
They checked my wrists daily.
I wasn't allowed behind closed doors.
I couldn't be around knives.
I wasn't allowed to write.
But it was all for show.
All their precautions stopped.
What would happen
If the fami
I'll never beI'll never beI'll never be1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like just be me...living within of my limits...of the my concepts that are different and equals to most.
I feel good and in peace watching people that come and that go of my life,
Because I know I learned from them something of value...
And this way made it all worthwhile.
Thus I don't have time for regrets!
Because
I have complete freedom to say no,
With a special affection to say yes,
And...a big tolerance to accept the differences and follow my path.
So
I'll never be what all expect or imagine who I be.
I'll never get external approval of all my acts.
As I already said...
I live of according with my precepts;
Cinema SparksImagine a man and woman,Cinema Sparks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
or woman and woman,
it really doesn't matter;
huddled together beneath
an umbrella as if it
were a tree with long branches
to stop the rain and
block out the sun,
or simply provide a sense
of security if the weather
were to suddenly change,
it really doesn't matter.
For whatever reason,
they are together-
but what's interesting is
they obviously do not even
know each other.
They both clutch the umbrella
but their hands are
very
careful not to clutch
each other's;
because in some cultures
it's not polite to
touch strangers,
but in this case,
it really doesn't matter.
For whatever reason
they
"Beauty"They say that you're hot, that you're a total ace,"Beauty"1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet all I see is a make-up caked face,
Along with orange tans and bleached blond hair,
Yet each and every guy still stops to stare.
Perhaps it's those boobs, falling from your shirt,
Or maybe it's that thing you like to call a skirt.
Either way, they're not looking at you,
Instead, just as another girl to screw.
If you were smart, perhaps you'd have some respect,
And maybe your life, you wouldn't have wrecked.
Then your name wouldn't be "slut" or "whore",
Yet you keep coming back for more.
Forget what you've done, and listen to me,
Whatever your name, you are still free,
To cha
Sta.sh
