your something EVERYBODY AND THAT INCLUDES YOU, yes you right there
I have been bullied before and i know it sucks ass. you get a worthless feeling like your nothing. but you aren't nothing! you are the biggest something there is to know! you have to show your something though who gives a shit what they say they are just jealous assholes cause they are afraid to show their something! they think they'll get criticized so they go with the group but that is the wrong way to go about it. all YOU have to do is SHOW YOUR SOMETHING! that is the actual key to being perfect. cause suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
"just remember: SHOWING YOUR SOMETHING, IS SHOWING YOUR PERFECT!"
i'm drake 13 years old and I SUPPORT SPIRIT DAY !!!
LullabyThere's a lifetime in my eyes,Lullaby1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But I'm not yet an adult,
Whispers and wonders and wounds,
Pour from my eyes in my tears,
Everything I held back,
As you hold me,
Is let out in bursts of emotion.
Tell me it's okay,
So I can cling tighter onto the hope you give me,
Tell me It's okay,
So I can hold on a little longer,
So I can let myself go.
Sing to me,
Lull me to sleep,
Whisper your song to me,
Take my heart with your words,
And hold me,
So I can sleep softly,
And dream peacefully.
Speak sweet lullabies to me,
So I can remain calm,
And be freed from my horrific passion,
Let me drown in my one true obsession.
ScarsSome scars are not visibleScars1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
but take away something precious
but all scars heal eventually
if given the care and time they need
Ideasbrilliant ideasIdeas1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
are the most ephemeral
but bad ideas
somehow manage to linger
like a mildew smell
The Wind's Story"If you strain your ears, the wind can speak words".The Wind's Story1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
That's what my mother has told me.
"They can tell stories of peasants, and stories of lords
You just need to listen when it gets stormy".
So one autumn night, I opened my ears.
I tried to hear the story it would behold.
"Mother" I cried, "There is no story to hear
The winds, when i hear them, feel more cold".
My mother gave me a look rather pleasant
And made me a warm cup of soup
"But mother" i asked" "The lord, the peasant!"
Her voice sounded as if in a loop:
"Listen with your heart, and not your brain.
You'll hear every story, from where it came."
Let the Rain FallWe are like the rainLet the Rain Fall1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tip Tap Toeing around one another
When we are unsure of our feelings
Dry as Day when we don't want to admit the truth
Until we let it all pour out
Hearts and souls into one another
The Life Of A Tomboy: Chapter 3'Who are you?!' I demanded, completely freaked out, ignoring his hand shake offer.The Life Of A Tomboy: Chapter 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The mysterious guy's eyes looked kind of sad for a moment before answering.
'I knew you wouldn't remember' he inaudibly muttered miserably.
'Hey dude, it's not my fault my memory isn't great! Runs in the family ' I began to babble.
Before I could continue justifying the lack of my good memory, my eyes widened in confusion at the stranger in front of me who was now laughing hysterically.
'Um Would you like me to take you to the nurse's office? I think you may have hit your head and have amnesia or something ' I slowly and clearly pronounced every word like I was talking to a little kid.
Snorting at my attempt to help him, he shook his head.
'No I'm fine Kayla' he grinned.
What a nice smile I thought to myself.
'I'm Jacob' stretching out his hand again, I shook it this time.
Seemed like a cool guy, but the question still remained, why was he my biggest fan?
Before I could probe Jacob any fur
PeterA thimble for a kiss.Peter1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is there something I have missed?
Childhood dreams of boys and flying,
I have aged but are they lying?
Staring, reaching, stars are shining.
Second to the left. It leaves me pining.
The window must be always open
For if it's closed my heart is broken.
My hair has greyed, eyes have dulled
The same black sky screams of love.
A tear drop forms. My socks were cotton.
"I'm sorry Peter, I have forgotten."