Humanity The heart of a little boy slowly starts to break.Humanity1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The love was taken from him and replaced by hate.
A teary eyed boy goes to his brother with a troubled mind.
“Why does it hurt so much? Why can’t they be kind?”
The brother draws him in and takes his hand.
“Don’t listen to them Sherlock, they’ll never understand.”
“Caring isn’t an advantage, it hurts to much.”
The boy only sobs harder and leans into his brother’s touch.
Years later the little boy has become a man.
He shrugs off their insults,’As if they’d understand.’
His eyes grow cold and his insults are biting and sharp.
Over the years the man has perfected at guarding his heart.
In the end they’re all the same; everyone just alike.
They belittle the unique and the things they dislike.
How cruel can humanity be, to tear this man apart?
To make him feel unworthy, to harden his heart?
How different things would’ve been
Today, I cried.December 10th, 2012.Today, I cried.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today I cried.
I wasn't bullied today.
Neither was I bullied yesterday.
Nor am I going to be tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
And that was enough.
I succumbed to my emotions.
Today I cried.
I wasn't particularly weak today.
Neither was I weak yesterday.
Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
And I'm not ashamed.
I succumbed to my emotions.
But... I'm not ashamed.
Today I cried.
But that's just the way I am.
Once in a while, you just need a good cry.
To remind yourself of:
the little emotion you have left.
HealHeal me,Heal8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of broken words from inside,
From blows of people who don't know,
From the thoughts in my head,
Of what I have done wrong.
CreationSun-lit rays shines upon me,Creation1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can feel the warm breeze,
As I walk onward, I see,
A yellow and black pesky bee.
It flies on to a pretty flower.
I also see a beautiful oak tree,
Its height, so tall, like a tower,
All grown by a seed the size of a pea.
I keep on walking through,
The wonders of the earth,
From flora, like trees of yew,
To fauna, like pigs so wide in girth.
I think about the wonders of creation,
That God almighty has created,
So much life, a true declaration,
Of God's power, that isn't equated.
All of creation gives thanks to the Lord,
For he has bestowed upon us his accord.
I don't care, So don't tell meI don't care, So don't tell me3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
but no tears will come,
But nobody would hear,
I'd call out your name,
If it'd do me any good.
So don't tell me,
Don't tell me,
Don't tell me,
Because I don't care.
NightmaresI know you, I walked with youNightmares6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once upon a dream…
Actually, it was a nightmare-
And I was running.
Mischief ManagedTiptoeing down the hall,Mischief Managed8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
One young man sneaks around,
With a smirk on his face,
Something is going to happen,
Warned by his mischievous grin.
Water balloons pulled at full taut,
On a slingshot,
Aimed at a pretty girl,
He doesn't know how to express,
His only way is by this prank.
"Ahhhh," she screamed,
Frightened by the cool blast,
Of water on her skin,
She discovers the man,
With a smile on his face,
Holding the slingshot by his side.
She asked angrily why,
He answered with ease,
"To have your attention only for me",
Surprised by his answer,
She stood in shock.
She then grinned with a smile,
Bright with happiness,
"Well I got your mind thinking about me,
So I'm happy",
They looked at each other,
Eyes gleaming with new found love.
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisYes, I Have a Penis8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
no dear.no dear3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the chimney smoke
blows like hair
in the wind
its ashen hum
a trembling dove
a man without
to a crux of spine
dear burden of mine
o father have i sinned
what fire turned
this bread to stone
without my ribs
weeping in the gloam
my chest is pried
a tongueless jaw
with nothing left
When I DieWhen I die, use my body as a bedWhen I Die2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to build a garden of your dreams.
Let it flower by moonlight with
a strange whiteness that looks nothing like
my vulnerability or my goodness.
Make my bones into chimes that shiver
when a veil of wind presses upon them;
a corpus so unlike lips that exhaled
an odor of rotten sweetness.
Distill again and again the blood
I once had until it is clear and
can be tossed into the daytime sky
as a prism refracting birds and leaves.
It will look nothing like the dark redness
of my dreams.
Bottle my saliva in jars of silver
to stop of my kisses and cries.
Remove the blueness of my eyes with your usual ferocity.
Exhume whispers from my ears and let them escape
like reanimated moths.
Finally, curl my hair into a meadow of sleep;
a golden field where you can dream your magnificent gardens
as you always did.
MeYou, the one I love, do you understand me?Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know that you are killing me with your words?
Do you know that you are choking me with your thoughts?
Does it show?
That the smile I wear is superficial?
That I keep my feeling locked up?
That I ...hurt...?
What did you say?
You say that you understand
That you know how I feel.
But do you know of the pain that is ripping me appart?
Do you know what is underneath?
Have you opened my heart?
Have you heard my screams for help?
Have you seen that my heart is tearing?
CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I AM ALONE TRAPPED IN THE DARK?
Do you even care?
Your screams are only to make yourself feel better
Your tears are only for self pity,
Yes, you are
That is why you blame me
That is why you hurt me
That is why you DESTROY me
That is how you kill me
That is how you LOVE me
The Lover and the LionLover:The Lover and the Lion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am made of matchsticks and red ribbons and tiny
sparks of Saturday-morning duvet hopes ricocheting
around my brain into a pattern of torn petals from
daisies. Lovers are destroyers of flowers, we know
this. This is why we belong under trees and in wheat
fields, letting buttercups and dandelions grow between
our toes and around our shoulders. We are made to belong.
Whoever said that a lion is made by birth was
not telling anybody the whole truth. If you would
like to know how, when you stand up, when you roar,
does it feel right? Are you brave? Only the brave can be lions.
a sheep dressing itself in fur and mane will only convince its herd
that it is delusional. You can take the lion out of the desert,
but you will never take the desert from the lion.
Anyone who thinks otherwise must know that you cannot tame what is not willing.
I am made to serve my purpose. To hold anyone who is interested
in the palm of my hands and in the chambers of my heart, to chase
WaitingI wait for for better times,Waiting11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
More joyful ones,
I wait for less sadness,
I keep on waiting,
While I go thorough these times,
I must hope,
For a greater tomorrow.
Hold my HandHold my hand,Hold my Hand1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need someone close,
My thoughts are driving me crazy,
Please hold my hand,
It will put me at ease,
Your warmth will make me feel,
Protected and safe,
Just hold my hand,
It will help me ever so much,
Hand and hand we will go,
GrayGrayGray1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The in between,
Black and White,
No one wants to be,
A listless color.
MemoryOh those days,Memory1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was young,
So innocent so naive,
When I thought,
The best of people,
Later I have learned,
The lessons of,
The worst of people,
You may think I am mean,
But I just don't trust easily,
My years have taught me,
Many lessons of life,
I have learned how
people think and act,
All by living in my little village,
Of St. Mary Mead,
So many mysteries,
So many memories,
From being called a nosy gossip,
To be called in to help by the inspector,
My knowledge and resources,
Ah even though,
My memory fails me sometimes,
I can still treasure those memories.
A girl I used to knowThere used to be a girlA girl I used to know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who I'd talk to everyday
We always had a laugh
And had so much to say
But one day she dissapeared
Just vanished into mid-air
I don't know where she went
It's as if she was never there
A long time later she came back
But she was a subject of change
She was like a different person
Even her touch felt strange
Everytime I see her now
I think back to how it used to be
Now she has returned however
She barely even remembers me
There is a girl I know
Who I see everyday
But we no longer talk
As we have nothing to say
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
Mommy's Suicide Mom... Did you just...Mommy's Suicide1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pills and whiskey down her throat
As she slowly stumbles down the stairs.
Through her cries and regret
She begins crashing into walls.
"Call 911!" I yell, as I begin holding my mother
After she collapsed, her head hitting the floor.
I hear police sirens outside our home.
My sister runs through the front door in fear.
The paramedics begin asking her things
That she barely knew the answer to.
"What's your name?"
"Do you know where you are?"
And most importantly..
"Why did you do it?"
"I didn't want to bother her anymore."
Dead at 16My worries are a reservoirDead at 162 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her worries are a lake
In that they’re very real indeed
Whereas mine are very fake
Invented to seek attention
Lies, oh despicable lies
One day I’ll drown in metaphors
Please be sure to sympathise
But while you show me this concern
Who'll be looking out for her
Blood curdling screams from my mouth
She is nil by mouth and verse
I have cried wolf so many times
She can’t even cry her own tears
My lies are spun in silk cobwebs
My spinneret shrouding your ears
I spoon fed you daily doses
So it was easier to digest
I planted those seeds of sorrow
Your fertile mind did the rest
Lies, all those despicable lies
What ever could be more obscene
Perhaps a girl that no one heard
Who was found dead at age sixteen
MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,Mirror3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I refuse to be your china doll.
With your minions wielding microphones
Your gorgeous, dazzling, Barbie'd clones
Your lies, your smiles, your peddled "cure"
Your help, your love, your "Just a little bit more..."
"A little bit farther, and you'll lose who you were.
A little bit better, and you'll be just like her."
Mirror, mirror, at my feet,
Cracked and gone like once-was me,
Stop begging, stop pleading,
Stop lying, stop needing--
Let me go.