Leaveme.Leave2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I no longer house sanity
only ghosts that were never
told how to move on.
maybe we used to be the same,
but now your cracked reflection
only adds to my years of bad luck
you never counted the lines in my smile,
or the notes between my freckles,
you only measured me.
I'm something to get by on,
but I'm simply not enough.
my watered-down voice
is growing weaker.
and you feed me sugar pills
to diminish the pain
(these bones still bleed)
there are vultures in your eyes,
they know what's coming next
children call on saviors to vanquish demons
from their closets and I'm begging
the silent priests to
they didn't understand what I meant
when I said you stole my breath away
if I turn on the lights,
would you disappear like the times
when I needed help?
I live in waking fear of silence
(I know it's where you wait)
Good Girl"Good girl." He whispers quietly,Good Girl10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I sit alone so silently.
"Good girl." He says on a note
That I'm not even sure he wrote.
"Good girl." He says so fast,
Just like he has in days past.
"Good girl." Instead of bye,
Leaving me alone to cry.
"Good girl" is not "I love you,"
But say that, he'll never do.
"Good girl." For not talking.
"Good girl." For not asking.
"Good girl." He says no more,
For this good girl is out the door.
IgnoranceWhy do you care so much,Ignorance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
About what other people do?
You say it’s you issue too,
That it degrades some set of morals.
Why must you speak so loudly,
When no wants to hear?
You say it’s your duty,
But no one asked you to.
Why must you have such ignorance,
But speak as if you know the truth?
You say you know your right,
But you don’t really, do you?
The morals aren’t gone,
The people aren’t degraded,
Its just silly old you,
Butting in with your hatred.
Dream MachineI wish there was a machine,Dream Machine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That could turn any dream I wanted,
Because the world should preach fairness,
And rebellious attitudes.
So that children could learn justice,
I wish there was a machine,
That could make my dreams come true.
Because she deserves that job,
And he should go to school.
So that our eyes would be color blind,
And our ears,
Deaf to lies.
I think that when I sleep tonight,
And if I really, really tried,
I could dream a dream where the Dream Machine,
And in that little dream,
Its powers would be so strong,
That in the morning,
When I wake up,
The rain won't ever fall.
Are You There?Are you out there?Are You There?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are there any of us left?
Those who believe in love above all things
The dreamers, the sincere idealists
The passionate believers in true love
Those that are endlessly hopeful
Where are you all?
I'm searching for and struggling to find you
Wherever you are
Whatever you are doing
Please, let us bring to the world
Once again, our ideals
Our morals and our hope
For the world needs them
metaphors should never make loveyou were allmetaphors should never make love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bookends and spiderweb
but our fingers
were too fragile;
piano keys shattered,
and you kept on ending
maybe we haven't tasted
years of salt and construction-
but we can breathe in the details
(and all of its disaster)
You know how to hurt meThere's just about million things I hate,You know how to hurt me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'd kill for some to go away;
like bigotry, offensive jokes,
stilted poetry and boring chores.
Blind people with their eyes intact,
not bothering to do things right,
thinking yelling makes their words more true,
judging harshly all of them but you.
Maybe it's a lot but even then,
none of those things, not the sum of them
can in the slightest bit compare,
to the feeling that I get the utmost hate -
when you smash the door right in my face
or close up in your defensive self-embrace,
when you call at night just to "hear my voice"
and after first two words you refuse to talk.
You simply know how to hurt me.
I detest how you say you'd forget me if I went away,
how you never seem to give a damn.
When I say I love you, you mumble: "I don't care."
And despite all that you understand
and know me like no other can.
You own me, I'm yours,
you smile when I say:
"You really know how to hurt me."
I'm not in love, boy,
I'm so beyond that,
and all my fr