My HeroMy Hero3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My hero isn't in comics
My hero doesn't have a show on t.v
I don't see my hero anymore
My hero was a U.S soldier
He fought for me, my friends, and our country
He was shot in the heart
The same heart that loved his country so much he gave his life for it
Even though he may be gone
Even though no one can see him anymore
Even though he rests 10 feet under ground
Beneath a soldier's memorial stone
He is still with his men
Beside them watching over them
So no family has to go through the same grieving process
He may be gone in the flesh but not in my heart
He is still my soldier
He is still my hero
A Soldiers MemorialA Soldiers Memorial3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People watch the soldiers carrying the coffin
They watch and stare at the big brown box
Carrying a son, a husband, a father, and a soldier
The mother and father watch thinking
"Why are we burying our son when it should be the other way around?",
The wife watches as she cries thinking to herself
"I don't want the words till death do we part to come true.",
His daughter stands there holding her mothers hand crying asking her mom
"Where's daddy mommy why isn't he waking up and why are those men carrying his box?",
His fellow soldiers look at the box watching it move down the row of people
They all think back to when he was shot and all say to themselves
"Why couldn't I have saved him he didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve to be carried off the battle field raw and breathless?",
The soldiers shoot off their guns in memory of
A son, a husband, a father, and a soldier...
A Soldiers PromiseA Soldiers Promise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As a man plays with his daughter he gets the call
The man sits quietly on the phone as he listens to his future,
His daughter grabs his hand and asks him if somethings wrong
He quietly watches and then says,
"Nothing sweetheart I promise I will be alright."
A few years later the girl is all grown up
Daddy is still gone to war,
The girl's father calls one night
They talk for hours and hours then he whispers something to her and leaves,
The girl watches her friends and their dads
She quietly whispers her dads words,
"I promise I'll be home soon and safe."
A few days later the man's daughter receives a call
As she drops the phone crying she thinks back,
She thinks about the days when she was young
When she was scared he was there to protect her,
She remembers his warm touch caress her face
His deep voice reading her a bed time story,
Then she remembers her soldier's promise
"I promise I'll be home soon and safe."
ImperfectionImperfection3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She hears all the other girls
They talk about their boyfriends
They talk about their makeup and latest brands
They talk about their perfect lives
She can't help but laugh at their cliques
The boyfriends cheat for a more imperfect girl
The makeup cakes on and the clowns are reveled
Their lives are as imperfect as can be
She watches everyone inside and out
She notices most everyone has an imperfect relationship
She notices most everyone has an imperfect sense of style
She notices everyone has an imperfect life
She sees her life
It may look just like a life full of imperfections,
But having an imperfect story is the only
perfection you can have in life...
Stereotype MeYou try to make me fit into your stupid thoughtsStereotype Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as one thing
I am only a thing to you
something you can fit into a category
I am a cheerleader
that must mean I'm stupid or popular
Just because I wear black clothes
and eyeliner I am goth
And every day I read books
Which makes me automatically a nerd
I don't have tons of friends to hang out with
so now I am a loner
To you I am an object
that you can place
where you see fit
I am much more than that
in every way
I am a cheerleader
and so much more than that
I am me
so just try
to stereotype me
You're My PoisonI'm dyingYou're My Poison3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The pain seeps through
Clutching at my heart
Ripping it to shreds,
You merely watch
Pretending you're not the cuase
Seeing me die slowly
Every time you leave me,
But you return
As you always do
Slowly sucking the poison out
That you yourself placed
And i begin to forget,
Just for a moment,
And fall back into love with you again.
And with every kiss
Every time we fuck
Every second i spend loving you,
I feel the poison
Seeping back into my heart
And with everytime you leave me
i begin to die again
While you pretend not to see.
You're the poison and the antitode
My killer and saviour
The reason i want to live
While i slit my wrists,
You're my poison
And my addiction
As i continue to drink you in
And choke you down
OneOne more joke.One3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thats all it took.
Its just not enough anymore.
One phone call.
That could've saved me.
But nobody cared.
I've already had 16.
One more pill should do it.
Thats all I need.
One person cried
That was just me.
dear mothersDear mothers, you call it adolescent confusion and it is, we know that,dear mothers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but we respect your opinions when you say you want divorces, so is it too much to ask
that you accept the word 'gay' without the arguments and the denial?
Dear mothers, stop the victim-blaming, it isn't our fault if our ex-boyfriends pinned us to the wall
and unzipped his pants. We didn't ask for it by dressing like a slut or being a lesbian,
just like you didn't ask for lung cancer by having a daddy that smoked his heart black.
Dear mothers, cutting is maladaptive, but do you know how angry that word can make us? When
all you can say is that it's a sickness and there's something wrong then congrats Captain Obvious,
you're alienating us further. We're trying our hardest and draping a curtain over our birdcages just makes it worse.
Dear mothers, we're not the smartest people on the planet and even if we can pull the As in the grade book, maybe
it's a shame that we have to, you know? The othe
The Old WellMy destiny calls from the depths of the well,The Old Well3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sound of the water my own death knell.
Spirits pass upwards and through the stone,
Leaving behind pennies people have thrown.
The well is filled with the souls of others,
All of whom strayed from the same path.
Every fate as damned as another's,
Consumed by this ancient curse's wrath.
Mysteries surround this age-old dwelling,
I, a servant of this ancient foretelling.
My heart lies at its base,
My life removed without a trace.