ScarsI can be your best friend
and your darkest secret.
I can cause happiness
while causing great pain.
I can be obvious and scream on you body
or silent and hide in your mind.
I thrive in trauma and fear
then drown in compassion and comfort
Over time I will vanish
but I will never go away
You will always be my victim.
every second of every day.
For I am your scars
Damian and the Thunders Pt. 11"I vote, we all go to my place to decide." Keith offered. "I think it's gonna rain soon and I don't really want to get all soaking wet."Damian and the Thunders Pt. 113 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Aww, why not?" Ryan growled, still a bit damp from earlier.
"Just run around, you be all'ight." Jack laughed.
"Or we could just go hang out at my place." Keith repeated, scooting away from Ryan.
"You know, I don't think we've ever been to Keith's house." Beth mentioned.
"That's because we can smell his bedroom from the other end of the street." Paul mocked. "So, why would we want to get any closer to the smell by going inside?"
"I'll have you know," Keith retorted. "My room doesn't smell bad at all! Unlike your room, which I can smell FROM mine, six streets over!"
"To be honest," Jack chimed in. "I think you both stink. But I agree with Keith, I don't want to get caught in the rain today. I just got new socks and shoes." She put one foot on the bench and pulled up the leg of her jeans to reveal her striped knee-socks and her new, plaid Converse. "It'
Cooking Time ~ For MusicRocks14Abby smiled as she rolled over to stop her alarm clock.Cooking Time ~ For MusicRocks143 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was the day that she and Keith would be spending together after months and months of Celtic Thunder touring. Keith and Abby had become very close friends, and any opportunity to hang out and be crazily awesome never got passed by.
Abby had nothing planned for today; things usually worked out how they worked out. Every time they would do something completely different.
One time, Keith had mistaken a mannequin for a real girl in a mall. All his pick-up lines and swanky gestures had gone to waste when he walked around the front and saw she wasn't real.
"Yeah I knew that. Just, you know, demonstratin' stuff." He had said.
It was still hilarious to tease him about it.
Abby rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a thud. She started giggling. "Ahaha ouch!"
She pulled herself up and got dressed faster than she had ever done before. She pulled her hair up while sprinting to the bathroom, then bolted d
You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...You'll Never Understand...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
Damian and the Thunders Pt. 9"Help me." Keith whispered in Jack's ear.Damian and the Thunders Pt. 93 years ago in Humor More Like This
Em was expecting to see terror on his face as this, rather intimidating, teenager came closer and closer. Instead, he had a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smile on his face.
"Oh my gosh! What did you DO?" Jack asked, trying hard not to burst out laughing.
Paul didn't bother trying. He just laughed.
"You can't hit me!" Keith whimpered, still grinning. "You might hurt Jackie if you did, and we wouldn't want that!"
"We wouldn't?" Paul said softly.
"OH, don't worry," Ryan said menacingly, now standing right in front of them. "It wont hurt for long!"
Keith's eyes got wide and even more mischievous. "BETH!" He yelled with excitement.
Everyone turned their attention toward the pack entrance where Keith was looking. Ryan turned full around in excitement, but no one was there. He turned back and glared at Keith even harder.
"What happened to you?" Damian asked, running up to them a few seconds later, to the relief of Em and Neil, who were sure Ryan
Am I Good Enough...?Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,Am I Good Enough...?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Now am I good enough?
Mama's EyesShe said to her daughter,Mama's Eyes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And her little girl
No longer little
Looked up in her mama's eyes,
And Mama thought nothing of it,
Till her little girl
No longer little
Never looked up in her mama's eyes
Take a BreatherI’m not a model nor superstarTake a Breather3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I’m just as special as the next rock star
I’m not the queen of wonderland
But I have a heart and I understand
I’m not a magician nor actress
but I have good tastes as an artist
One day you may find me rotted in my chair
Where I sat and wrote my little heart out there
Well I may not be an amazing athlete
But in math and science I sure got you beat
I’m not a famous singer
But I am a wild dreamer
While I may not be strong and without fear
I am at least brave enough to shed a tear
While I don’t always have perfect things to say
I can sure give good hugs away
While I don’t always act so prim and proper
I comfort myself with, I’m not fake, even though I’m improper
While I’m not rich surrounded by servants
I at least know my life has a clear purpose
And I’m not pretty or particularly elegant
But happiness is hardly ever out of my element
Although sometime I’ll have to face
Dying to be BeautifulDying to be beautifulDying to be Beautiful3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How far does it go
How deep can it get
How dark can it pull
When nothing holds you together
But layers of makeup on sunken cheeks
And your bones so frail they
Shatter from sobbing
Your heart so weak
You cannot risk loving
Your world so painful,
Through gray misty eyes
From the outline of ribs
To the protruding bone spines
I clearly see, you’re dying
Yes, dying to be beautiful
I wish somebody would tell you
The secret of beauty
It comes from the heart
The inside out
Not the outside in
But still how far will you go
How deep will you get
How dark will you go
Until you realize
Just to beautiful
New EndingSettles in a comfy nestNew Ending3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blankets, pillows, against the chest
A warming lamp sets on the stand
Juicy tale carried in hand
Into a mangled binding
The mind for adventure finding
Within the crisp pages close friends
Suffering their sorrowed ends
Within the ruffled pages
Foes live on into the ages
And for the lovers nothing goes right,
The back cover slams down tight
The lamp light softens the blow
Between the pages the tears flow
No person could sense this unrest
Nor settle this frail heart's distress
This can't be the end of ends
Not satisfied, reader contends
Write a new end, one that might care
One not real, but one that's fair
The Aritists (season 2):icontransparentplz::iconHermetic-Wings:●●:iconmilenkadelic:The Aritists (season 2)4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Common Blue II by AlthytrionTwo in the Blue by Althytrion
isn't she lovely by O-Gosh:thumb1877
I Am So SorryI am so sorry for what I do to you.I Am So Sorry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just can't help some of what I do.
I can tell in your eyes, you're in pain.
In your shoes, I would be the same.
I wish I could show, how much you mean to me.
When you look at me, I wonder what you see.
I want to say it's over; do it no more.
In my head I'm fighting a terrible war.
I promise I'm trying as hard as I can.
Please believe me. I promise I am.
You still accept me; hold me tight.
It will be tough, but I will win the fight.
I hope you know how much I really care.
I can't believe that you're still there.
Silent BoyThere once was a child,Silent Boy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who never spoke a word.
He never changed his face,
Never cried when he got hurt.
Those dearest to him stood away,
They didn't know what to do.
And since they treated him in silence,
Silence became the only thing he knew.
As the years passed and he grew
He still remained the same,
Never speaking to anyone
And for that, no one ever came.
He was always picked on,
Someone always had something to say;
Either 'you are dead inside',
Or 'your life is wasted away'.
Through all the insults, the words,
The bruises, and the pain,
He tolerated it all, turned away,
He remained silent, he never changed.
His life kept getting worse.
He was no longer shown love,
He was just another silent boy
Who only deserved another shove.
No one ever showed sympathy.
No one saw that he was torn.
No one ever saw him as a person.
To them, he wasn't even born.
But he did learn how to feel,
The dormant feelings finally awoke.
The agony he felt towards their words,
The pain from the hits and words
Dear Homophobic ParentsDear homophobic parents,Dear Homophobic Parents4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How the fuck do you think it makes me feel
When you walk out of the room crying
Because you can’t stand the thought of something I can’t control.
I’ll tell you that it makes my insides burn.
The living room feels like a closet.
Suffocating, and yet I can breathe fine.
I am choking on the air,
Polluted by your homophobic slurs.
Making uneducated guesses about things you know nothing about.
Someone ought to teach you to look shit up
Before you go about, shouting your false claims to the world.
My very existence is an error.
Some messed up chemical defect that went wrong,
I don’t belong
I am the Titanic,
To you I am supposed to be perfect
I am supposed to be straight, and happy, and fine.
But I am so very far from fine,
When my lungs are filling up with water,
Your words are an ice berg,
And I am sinking fast.
PrismAn applePrism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a while
I think it'll all be okay
I look down
I glance back
I'm snapped like my old rubber band
If you'd talk
That I'm missing
Can be crushed in the palm of your hand
Carries false hope
But I don't
Want to cope
'Cause I know that it's just for today
The SuicideSlit my wrist,The Suicide5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lay to die.
Out of my mind.
Yet the body stays stiff like cement.
Please,I beg you dear,
leave your sins at the door.
Where 'O' where is your God ?
After life, after no life at all.
Now, or, then.
Came the funeral.
Beautiful when dead.
He kissed my lips
So pale, dark eyes, red lips,
I lay in the box.
RepaintRepaint’Repaint5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I painted my four bedroom walls
In bright colorful hues.
Of pink and pale blues.
The sunlight lit up the room
And eradicated the demons hidden
In the shadows.
And for a while that seemed to work,
I made paint out of everything I loved.
It chased away the deadly lows,
I used words from our conversations
The way your voice sounded like fire crackers.
Exciting and beautiful.
I made paint from the hope
That I’d never have to see night again.
Because I had you.
Because you were fireworks,
And fireworks are colorful and they light up the dark.
They chase away the suffocating loneliness,
Of the night sky.
And replace it with fond memories of The Fourth of July.
But even fireworks turn to smoke,
And begin to blend with the night.
You got lost among the stars,
And I got stuck on the ground far below.
I am starting to run out of conversations
To make paint out of.
There are no more pale yellows made from sweet,
Bright, vibrant pinks
MaybeYour body has been usedMaybe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By all of those who are broken.
The ones who are trying to repair
Their own wounds with
No regards towards your own.
You are a hand for him to hold
While he thinks of her
And tries to forget the emptiness
And the fact that he is alone.
For a brief moment while
He is inside of you,
You feel as if you are the
Missing half of the whole,
And it is perfect.
He recites memorized lines
And you wonder who else
Has heard them before you,
But you tell yourself that
You're the first anyway.
Your body has been used
By all of those who are broken,
And you begin to wish that
You could be loved once,
And loved most.
I Found God In the AtheistI found God in the Atheist, whilst I found Satan in the Christian.I Found God In the Atheist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
However, I must admit, that defacing the fraud was my intention.
The experiment began when I attended my church,
beside me on the pew, the woman of God perched.
We sang, we listened, and we prayed together,
our performance as flawless as a pure white feather.
However, when it was time to go, we passed a homeless boy,
who stood barefoot, and cold in the white snow.
This woman of God was rich you see,
and had much more money than a poor Christian like me,
yet I spared my coat, and my old lunch money,
and I looked towards the woman to supply change to fill the cold child's tummy.
Change she had not, and she left with a feral laugh,
“He'll just use it for drugs” claimed the pompous ass.
Long story short, the poor boy had died,
yet no drugs filled his body, rather maggots and flies.
She attended church next Sunday, that treacherous bitch,
and suddenly her praying sounded like a hex from a witch.
Our church was a
Suicide.Goodbye, tonight.Suicide.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My last fright, our last fright.
When it comes I'll look away,
Begin to pray, I'm that afraid;
No, it's not a play.
When you see, you'll feel all you've done to me.
How I came to be, how I split in 3.
Just be sure to always remember me.
Now I'm ready,
Can't feel greedy.
Goodbye, here comes the levity;
To see me free,
From all the cheating, thieving, leaving,
All need me, just hear me, can't see me, goodbye lovely.
When I SaidWhen I said I wanted a fairy taleWhen I Said3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I meant I wanted a prince.
I didn't want to be locked in a
I didn't want to be fought by a
I didn't want
When I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted to be a princess.
I didn't want to watch a rose
I didn't want to wear the gown
I wanted it
When I said I wanted a fairy tale...
I expected it to end in a
But i never expected it to end like this.
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruisesAnd Daddy always lied.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.
I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.
I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.
I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.
Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and…
Well, my name is Mary Starr
And this is how I died.
But daddy always loved me.
And daddy always lied.
No Meaning, Just FeelingNo Meaning, Just Feeling:No Meaning, Just Feeling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's all just words across the page
You put them together in an angry rage.
You wanted to get these feelings out
But writing's not what this is about...
You're tired of expressing
How you think you feel.
You'd rather just scream
At least it's real....
No sense or logic
Just raw emotion.
Like the churning waves
Of a sleeping ocean.
Destroy the structure
Of all you say.
Take away the illusions
They get in the way...
Just say what you think
And you might go free.
But maybe this isn't how it's supposed to be...
"Is it really not possible, to scream through words?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st April 2012