Every Person is Unique
People are amazing things,
They don't have fins or even wings.
But what makes them amazing is that each one is unique,
And even though good looks are what some seek,
I go by the person, not whether they are chic.
Every person is different and has a personality,
That comes with their own special mentality.
Whether they are short or tall,
To-die-for handsome or ugly as a wall,
Just remember this one life technique;
Every person is unique.
LifePassion.Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you do something because your gut tells you to
When you do something for the love of doing it
When you do something with no monetary goals.
is When it doesn’t matter how many times you talk to someone,
Every time you do it again, it’s a new, exciting, experience
When you do your job without ever having to work
When you can look in the mirror and feel pride without vanity
When a smile is on your face and you don’t know how it got there.
The state of being when you
do what you Love, and Love what you Do;
have Love and Passion
The Error of My Ways.The Error of My Ways.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to where the die was cast.
Arise, reluctant to bare witness
to what unfolds.
Back where I believed,
like some arrogant fool,
that the good of the outcome,
outweighed the erroneous methods.
My delusions have turned so vivid
that they become commonplace
with my reality,
running hand in hand
towards my downfall
as a friendly face in the crowd...
just to keep smiling without.Tell me, what's the pointjust to keep smiling without.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In smiling when nobody's there
Tell me, why should I laugh
If there's nothing to laugh about?
Hey, you'll make somebody
Happy seeing you smile
Hey, you're helping me by
Laughing with your heart
I know, you wonder sometimes
Why humans are here
I know, it can upset you
To think that there's no point
We are here, 'cause
There's no point at all.
The reason "no point"
It's there for us to find...
That come to mind when you know
That someone's hurt.
So often held back
Will always help you through,
Tell me, what's the point
In smiling when nobody's there
I say, to that first statement
That you are really dumb.
And then, after I say that
I'll tell you what I believe the answer is
And that answer for me
"When somebody smiles
You know that something's good.
When you know that there's a good thing
You ponder what it is.
When you f
4 amIt's 4 am4 am3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you find yourself humming a tune
you heard once when you were nine
and you're screaming at the moon
because it seems to have lost its shine
It's 4 am
And all your words tangle up
and you slur as if you've had too much to drink
you're whining like a little lost pup
and cry because you've forgotten how to wink
It's 4 am
and your mind's a mess
you should go to sleep, but not just yet
your eyes start to droop, confess
and your very fingertips are filled with regret
This in Our HeartsThis in Our Hearts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faith is not to be governed
by the vile will of you humans.
It is the very pulse of your soul.
The very core of the morality
that drives you.
Like you, it may be tainted & controlled
but only by your given gift of free will
can this take place.
Like light, it holds the power to
guide and to free, just as it holds
The potential to fade away into the darkness.
Like a parasite, can it consume you
but only by the filthy hands
of invited demons.
Faith is both gift & privilege
accepted into heart & mind
by the words of a truthful tongue.
In days to come, shall you hear
the drums of war over & around
The plains of existence, and faith shall be tested.
Hold fast for the Way of God
and not only his Holy Word.
Ever tainted by corrupt men.
Roads shall lead on and mislead
To a great many stories
But faith will move you, should you let it.
Faith is this in our hearts and souls...
Faith is the Road which leads to home...
Faith is the governing force of morality...
Faith was the motivation of these w
Apocalpyse ChildStanding alone amongst ruins of rubbleApocalpyse Child3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waits a little angel with eyes expressing fear.
She wears a dress of shining so light and clear
And in her palm she holds her teddy so tight;
Whilst scarlet skies turn black to herald trouble.
Flames fly high over her raven crown without care;
Scorching grim ground beneath her feet,
But this is no angel that any army can defeat.
She'll break bullets with breath of a terrified sound
And she'll tame those who torment with her stare.
Standing alone amongst wreckage of war;
Sings a little angel with hands howling pain.
She walks in boots of mourning so brash and vain
And in her gaze she wields her hate so harsh;
Whilst grey graves turn red to blind disaster.
Explosions erupt low under her toes pale by pity;
Burning stagnant skin revealing her mystery,
But this is no angel that anarchy will have victory.
She'll crack courage with cries of a mortified sin
And she'll humble those who hurt with her ferocity.
Standing alone amongst concrete of carnage,
BlindWhen I close my green eyesBlind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I focus I can see
People and places from my past
Etched in my memory
If a blind man closes his eyes
What can he possibly see
Without any visual images
Stored in his memory
How do I describe colour
To man who is born blind
The same way I describe my love
Within these heart felt rhymes
When I close my green eyes
I use my mind to conjure up
Dreams of the future, based on
Pages already written in my book
If a blind woman closes her eyes
What future can she see
Unable to visualise
Her fate and her destiny
How do I describe colour
To woman who is born blind
The same way I describe my love
Within these heart felt rhymes
LoveI feelLove4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my eyes drowning in tears
sadness filling my body
bit by bit
as i realze
... there is no-one for me.
I don't want to be alone.
I don't want to be unloved.
There is no way to denie the truth
No way to make things better
I am alone
I am unloved
From everything in this world
'Cause no-one else will do it
... Let the tears protect him.
I don't want this.
I don't want this life.
Is what I need
My only reason to live for
I am dead inside.
DreamHolding your handDream4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling the love
Feeling all the good moments
Until I realize
... It was just a sweet dream.
I should have seenI tryI should have seen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I try
To be better
I try to be perfect
I want no fault
All for you
I only wish to be everything
And give you everything
I didn't know
I was hurting you
Again and again
You told me I was fine
There's nothing wrong
I should have understood
And accepted myself
We all have faults
It doesn't mean there's something wrong
I just wanted to reach the impossible
I wanted to be perfect
I should have seen
You love me
Your PlaythingWhen you look at meYour Plaything3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you see me the way i see myself,
Broken, but still alright?
Or rather as a doll
Something you can play with
But throw away as soon as my scars
Start to bore you
You always were the charming one
Your black, coal eyes
Drew in all sorts of prey
Innocence at its best
But you could never appreciate
The simple things in life
And that, my dear, is where your greatest fault lies
Have You Forgotten?Our days were full of checkered pants and broken butterfly wings. The way you cared for everything lit up my heart and I found myself lost in a maze i never wanted to leave. You were by my side and holding my hand. i felt safe, the way i never do anymore.Have You Forgotten?4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The bare winter trees were like the roots twining our hearts together. We seemed to share a soul and everything felt right. It was how I'd always imagined Utopia to be, even though I hadn't quite known the meaning of the word. If i fell down and scraped my knee, you would wordlessly take me home and clean me up. You told me everything was okay and for the first time, I believed it was. The world seemed healed, no scars or pain. But really you were just putting a bandaid over an open wound.
You leaving was what caused all the feathers of our imaginary world to float away. Slowly our kingdom disappeared and I was left in an empty, ashen meadow. I walked up the familiar doorsteps; i could have gotten there with my eyes closed. I had rehe
LivingI hope that I can live againLiving3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hope I do it right
I want to re-meet all my friends
Re-make my mistakes twice
And when I hum a song I've heard
It'll be completely new
Maybe I'll fly as such do birds
The whole world in my view
I really want to live again
I know I'll do it right
I won't try to fix my mistakes
And it'll be alright.
I'd Be Pretty If I'd Just...I'd be pretty if I'd just smileI'd Be Pretty If I'd Just...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I'd cut my hair a certain way
And cover myself up in that chemical crap you call make-up
But did you ever think that just maybe...
I don't wanna be pretty
That I just wanna be me
Who cares if no one ever calls me beautiful
Who cares if I'm never asked to dance
Hell I don't even know how to dance anyway
I don't care how the world sees me
I only care how I see me
And I think there's nothing wrong with the girl in the mirror
Sure she doesn't smile much but that's cause she's going through hell
Her face may look plain without any make-up
But that's just the way I like it
An old pair of jeans
The first t-shirt could find
My hair in a braid
I'm ready to go
To where no one cares just what I look like
Least of all me
It's a barn full of horses
That's where I choose to spend my days
Where no one cares about what I wear
Where I never have to hear "I'd be pretty if I'd just..."
A Poem Hating PoemsI hate writing poetryA Poem Hating Poems4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hate making things rhyme
I hate the number of syllables
That take up my time
I can't stand doing this,
It's making me go crazy
I think I'll go mad
Everything is so hazy
Why do I continue?
Is it that I enjoy being enraged?
Or is it that I'm just too stupid
To stop and disengage?
I'm driving myself up the wall
Up and up and up some more
I can tell that pretty soon
I'll be angered to the core.
So here is my poem
About how I hate poetry,
About how I hate rhyming
And yet I go on hopelessly.
StupidThe girl sighed, closing her eyes with a frustrated frown on her face.Stupid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I like this. I like that. I would never really say it, but I like those things. Everything you do for me is nice, you don't speak a wrong word about me, but I would never say that."
She felt like slamming a door as hard as she could and throwing a tantrum.
"It's so stupid. You say that I don't like this and I don't like that. I do like those things, but I would never say it to you. I'm stupid, and I keep things to myself. It frustrates you, and then it frustrates me because I regret it later. But it's okay, it's okay "
She wanted to let tears spill out and just scream, let the words pour from her mouth.
"Just be quiet. You think you know, but you don't know. What you know isn't the real whole truth. I would never say it to you, but I like those things. I like what you do for me. I like how you act, the way that you are. I wouldn't say it to anybody but I think I like everything."
She's stupid for not mak
Our LoveOur loveOur Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was a wisper
in my heart
till i knew you
now i know
i can,t live without you
to see you face and smile
keep me going
knowing you will never leave me
or our love die out
be here beside you
and our love
is all i need in my Life
Blind Days PROLOGUEPrologueBlind Days PROLOGUE4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hi. My name is Mabel Days, and I'm fifteen years old. I go to a normal high school and have friends and go to do fun things like a normal person, but it's hard for me. I hate to sound pathetic or anything, but I'm blind. I lost my eyes in an accident about 5 years ago, when I was ten, and I've just worn a bandage over my eyes since then, because they simply aren't there anymore.
But, like I said, it's not all bad. It's not like I was always blind, so at least I still get to have memories of what people, places, and things I used to know looked like when I could still see them. And besides my not being able to see, life is pretty normal. My two best friends are Rita and Mike. I've known them my whole life, and ever since I became blind, they've been really protective of me, especially when we started high school. They're so sweet. They always come to my house after school and help me do homework, and they also help me take notes in my classes