Except UsEveryone knows loveExcept Us3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Regardless of the gender
Or the subject of attraction
Everyone shares this common knowledge
This mutual understanding.
We don't color inside the lines.
At times it seems we speak
Entirely different languages;
At times it seems
We are beyond cohabitation.
We exist in different worlds
And yet your world is the norm.
We exist on your turf
On your terms
But not on your levels
And not by your criteria.
We are, by comparison
As they say, that is.
If we cannot grasp the concepts
So common to even teens
Then clearly we are unlearned
And, therefore, below you
And your 'adult understanding'.
We are 'naive', and 'young',
'Undeveloped', 'still growing',
And, worst of all:
"In need of good teachers".
There is little more terrifying
Than the implications in place
But to say more in defense
Would warrant ire and suspicion.
We are, still, strangers in your s
I'm an asexual, deal with it.I'm asexual.I'm an asexual, deal with it.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, I'm a seventh grader.
No, that doesn't mean it's just a phase.
It doesn't mean I'll grow out of.
It doesn't mean I'm just being a stupid little kid.
Asexuality doesn't mean I reproduce with myself,
nor does it mean that I'm a hermaphrodite.
It doesn't mean that I'm homosexual,
It doesn't mean that I hate romance,
or that I like it.
It doesn't mean that I dislike sex,
or like it, for that matter.
What being asexual can mean,
is that I don't have the drive for sex,
or I don't have the drive for romance in general.
It can also mean that I do have somewhat of a drive for sex,
but not for a relationship.
Not everyone's the same.
Some may like platonic relationships,
some may not like relationships at all.
Some may dislike the thought of romance altogether.
But that doesn't mean they're any different from any other person on the planet.
They're the same as heterosexuals,
You call them Sociopaths, I call them HumansYou call them Sociopaths, I call them HumansYou call them Sociopaths, I call them Humans2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once saw this man
siting in a bench at the park
my mom told me to be careful
because he was probably mad.
I just stared into his eyes
and let my lips form a smile,
and instead of feeling fear
I just saw the mess
inside his mind.
Maybe that was the day,
I silently promised to that man
that in a not so distant future
I would help others
fix their lives.
What an unexpected surprise
was when I told my teacher
I would go to the university
to get a graduate in criminology.
And what a curious face my friend did
when I, somehow, told her
that my future career
would consist of blood and crime scenes.
"That's not what a proper lady should do,
you're so innocent you won't last a year"
and what do you expect me to be?
A bored woman sitting
in a desk asking repeatedly
"hello sir, what do you need?"
Trying to fake a smile
because I hate my job
and that's how life works?.
Well thank you, but no sir.
Many have told me it's foolish
to try to
Girls Are Not Made of SugarGirls are not made of sugar.Girls Are Not Made of Sugar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We do not melt under a single touch.
Our hearts aren’t made of glass,
They’re made of muscle,
and will never shatter under your crushing blow.
Our skulls aren't filled with poetry.
It’s instead filled with pictures and broken desires, dreams and hopes.
Girl’s hair is not made of silk,
It is instead, made up of dead cells that we hide behind,
But not from you; for you’re nothing to fear.
Our hearts are only there to pump our blood.
Our hair is only there to cover our heads.
Our muscles are there to help us move.
And our brains are there to help us think.
We are not there for you.
We can survive without you.
Our bones refuse to break.
And we’ll always end up standing,
Because It’s only you,
Who can’t survive without us.
AloneI'm not strong. I'm not brave.Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm weak. I'm a coward.
Dont tell me I'm wrong
I know I'm not.
I'm really not OK. I cant pretend
I cant hide anymore
Its all too much
I'm crashing down hard.
I cant do it anymore
Its gotten to hard
Its gone too far
Cant you see?
GeniusMy eyes, unclouded.Genius2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My thoughts, eternal.
My mind, astute.
My heart, alone.
SociopathLies are unbecomingSociopath6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But the truth is never fun
Why should I remain honest
After all the shit Ive done?
You dont lie because you cant
You dont have it in your heart
It takes a certain skill
The ability to play the part
You call me charming
But its all an act
Anything to manipulate you
And baby, thats a fact
Who are you to me?
Youre only for me to use
You think I care
Or all the things I made you lose?
What is this remorse you feel?
Why bother with the shame?
It only gets in the way
The results are always the same
Empathy is for the weak
Why should I care about another?
They told me it was wrong
That Id kill my own mother
So you feel hurt about what I say
Im supposed to care?
What makes you think I would?
Aww, you think Im unfair
I dont love anyone
But you may believe I do
Thats all part of the plan
Makes it easier to hurt you
I didnt mean to hurt you
It just worked out that way
But now that its happened
The Silent GirlThe girl who could not speakThe Silent Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tried oh so hard to smile.
But every day, was pushed away
By those who would not listen.
Behind the MaskShe can smile when shes angryBehind the Mask7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And laugh when shes sad
She can keep a calm face when she wants to scream
And can keep a happy attitude when she wants to cry
She masks her emotions
And keeps them to herself
She wont let anyone in
And wont let anything out
Because shes afraid
Afraid of what might happen
What might happen if someone knows what she is feeling
If someone knows the pain she is in
If someone sees the girl behind the mask.
bullyingthe words you yelled down the hallbullying3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sticking on me
weird names you would call
those times when you hit me
and I`d ignore it all
but you hit harder
until i would fall
those times when you texted me
mean words that made me bawl
calling me emo,weird
making me feel so small
the days when you would push me
against a door
against a wall
forcing out all my bloody tears
those times when you tweeted
giving me new fears
you used to be my peers
those times when you called me fat
screaming agreeable cheers
when you called me ugly
shouting in my ears
i wanted it to end
forcing it will help
though its not the answer
i dont have any friends
all those sad times
when no one helped me
when i was left alone
what were my crimes?
i am lost
for i will be
The Asexual Poem‘You’re either gay or straight.’The Asexual Poem2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That is at least what my mother says.
She doesn’t comprehend it when I try to explain,
That I am neither sun shine or rain.
But something that falls in between.
She’ll look me dead in the eyes and say,
‘Anything else is just up in the air’
Sexuality is like night and day,
Are you gay or straight?
If there can be sex without love,
Why can’t there be love without sex?
My mother says that,
‘Nobody would want to be with someone who has a defect.’
And I don’t think she knows,
That I feel so broken inside.
A little heartless, a little lonely
I am, ‘Just a late bloomer’
She’ll say nonchalantly.
I am only writing this poem for someone else like me.
That feels out of place and invisible.
I’ve tried for so long to write down the words perfectly.
To describe the nagging feeling in my heart.
I’ll just tell you, what I wish someone would tell me.
You are not broken.
I watched my conscience dieThere are things you mustn't do, I've always been told. Things that will hurt not only you, but others as well. So no matter how much I wanted, I chose to not, because I mustn't.I watched my conscience die6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The want did not go away.
The want got stronger every day.
The want began to slowly turn my "mustn't"s into "shouldn't"s,
then my "shouldn't"s into "couldn't"s,
then my "couldn't"s into "could"s,
then my "could"s into "should"s,
then, at long last, my "should"s into "must"s.
Knowing that what I do will hurt, maybe not now, but later and forever, no longer mattered.
I turned my "must" into a "did"
And with that last gasp, I watched my conscience die.
Now, and forever, I am free.
ApatheticThere's no use being concernedApathetic11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's no use getting upset
There's no use in putting up a front
People, simply, do what they want.
I vow to be Apathetic
Today and Forever
Because, there's no use in caring
People do what they please
So I'll learn to sit back and shut up
And watch their disease.
Apathy is now my State of Mind
And something tells me I'll be fine
Because I'm better off this way
And this is how I'll live my remaining days.
Heart of Glass and StoneHeart of glass and stone.Heart of Glass and Stone4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fragile yet cold from being alone.
Easily splintered into shards,
That become acidic and pierce other hearts.
So many times we are hurt,
That we become callous and always speak harsh, cutting words.
Heart of glass and stone.
When will love make you its home?
Heart of glass and stone, its time to come alive.
When was it that you died?
Come back to life and feel again.
The pain you bore was not the end.
Heart of glass and stone, awake from your grief ridden sleep.
Arise from among the deeps.
Become whole as you were long ago.
Rise from the grave of your mourning and cast off the cold of pain's bitter snow.
Heart of glass and stone, the ice that has held you is ready to break.
Open yourself and awake.
Let the sun shine and step out of the night.
Come back to life.
Heart of StoneA heart made of stone,Heart of Stone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is better than no heart at all.
sociopathYour smile and laugh touch me,sociopath4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It warms up the cold exterior that I have.
Some people think I don't feel,
And maybe I don't.
It makes me wonder if I chose,
Whether or not I should feel.
Or whether I should remain,
Emotionless and cold to the world.