Every Person is UniqueEvery Person is Unique3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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.
Suicide Isn't The AnswerSuicide:Suicide Isn't The Answer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She thought she had a solution
That will solve for everything
She found herself a rope ad stool
For time won't heal anything
They told her she could do this
That someday life'll be great
Time has past but nothing changed
It's time to make her fate
She took the rope from her father's tool box
And tied it from the rafter
Put her neck in the noose, she said
"Happy never after"
"Isn't it okay to cry?" he asked
As he held her in his arms.
She shook her head, eyeballs red
"Not for all this harm."
"Isn't it okay to laugh?" he asked
Trying to make her smile.
She shook her head, only frowning instead
"Not even for a while."
"Isn't it okay to live?" he cried
As he tried to hold up the girl.
She hung all dead, soaked in red
For her lifeless body twirls
The tears, they crash
From the girl's rosy cheeks
The blood, it drips
From the beaten wrist it leaks
The word, they hurt
The names she had been called
The pain, it aches
PretendshipIn you,Pretendship9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't see
You're just a
All you do
The next time
you have a problem,
Don't come to me
You've put me through
The next time
you need my advice,
to pay the price,
I will not be nice.
you don't care;
So don't you dare
and expect me
to be fair!
an open letter to my twelve year old selfone day you will cut all your hair off,an open letter to my twelve year old self6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and hang up a map of the world in your
room and you will look at it on days
you think your life is going nowhere.
i hate to tell you this, but this isn’t
your worst year. it also isn’t your
one day you will cut all your hair off
and realize that some poems need to be read
out loud, to an audience, so you’ll take a hammer
and some nails and build yourself one
out of a girl whose veins look fragile but
whose bones are strong, a boy who isn’t as tall as
he thinks he is, but whose lifelines are the deepest
you’ve ever seen, and a girl whose eyes remind you of the
east coast shore.
one day you will cut all your hair off,
and learn that you can like pink
just as much as you like blue
and the world will not fall apart
along its fault lines. there are other flags
you can wave with pride that
one day you will cut all your hair off
and figure out how to forgive yourself,
figure out how to sta
The Woman in the Red DressWalking down the street was the woman in the red dress.The Woman in the Red Dress3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone seemed to stop for the woman in the red dress.
Tear stains were ignored on the woman in the red dress.
Men began to talk to the woman in the red dress.
“How are you?” “What’s up?” ”Beautiful red dress.”
They didn’t see the feelings of the woman in the red dress.
What a day had befallen the woman in the red dress.
But all they had seen was the woman in the red dress.
“Why won’t you talk?” “Listen to me!” “Slutty red dress.”
The words turned harsher to the women in the red dress.
If they knew, no one would talk to the woman in the red dress.
No one will ever again see the woman in the red dress.
I Have The Letters.I Have The Letters.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have the letters, I just can't find the words.
According to the Oxford dictionary there are 171,476 words in the English language currently in use. You'd think out of 171,476 words, thousands of songs and endless quotes, and whatever else it is that people use nowadays to get the point across; I could find the means to put a simple sentence together.
I hate those days.
The days when the words have no flow. There is no rhythm, no rhyme. Just an endless thought process, jumbled and unable to make any sense of things. I don't understand. Words have always been easy. I've never been at a loss of what to say. And when I can't create my own, there are song lyrics. Chances are your feelings are not unique. Everyone has felt like you at one point or another. There is someone out there who can relate. You just don't know this yet. Or maybe you do. But as soon as I start thinking about this I am at a loss.
The letters are there. I just can't find the words I need. The words I need to make you
The RiddlerThe green suitThe Riddler7 years ago in Other More Like This
The question cane
The Riddler asks
Riddles in vain
He was never noticed
But he could solve puzzles
So somebody would
But the world was obvlivious
Ignorant and Blind
So he made a brilliant Riddle
To test the worlds mind
Riddle after Riddle
To toy with your thoughts
He can answer them all
While you're always wrong
But don't be ashamed
He's The Riddler, after all
He can solve any Riddle
Yes he can solve them all.
Mind, spirit, and heartDamn it all to oblivion, I know you want to helpMind, spirit, and heart5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you want to make me see what is wrong
but alas my heart is different than my mind
and my mind is different than my spirit
and my spirit is different than my heart
it is as if three different personas tried to live in one body
and that one body is put through so many hardships it slowly breaks down
and that's when those three strangers realize that there is a fourth one
and I'm letting them do as they please,
even if they are using me for their wicked games
because I don't know any better way to slowly destroy myself
Great Demon Inside YouWaking in the crevice of dark and eerie nightmares,Great Demon Inside You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I touch the walls only to recoil at it's icy appeal.
My hand, now burning with a frostbite cut, bleeds
gold blood that glistens though there is no light.
Creatures with razor spikes and foot long tails,
graze my thighs with crooked fingers blackened by
the ash floor.
They plead, with their glowing red eyes, for me
to release them from their own ugly suffering.
Their cries screech through the expansive corridors
of this midnight Hell; awakening the demons of my
mind and bring to life the shadows of the night.
Their own cries falter as the Great Demon's begins.
His cry is not so feeble as the creatures' were.
A roar of breaking class and clawed boards fill my
ears; ringing them to the extent of Church bells
on a Holy Day.
I step back one, two, three steps back before a
burning ice wall that forced me to my fears.
There is no ret
gravediggerdear sarah,gravedigger2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
if sometimes you can still feel the weight of your bed sheet
around your neck. heaven knows there were days i could count every thread.
last night i was cleaning up my desk, and i found the scissors
i used to crack my skin open four years ago
and when i went to throw them out, it felt like moving mountains
or graves. if you don’t know yet, you’ll learn that some types of grief
leave scars—some ghosts don’t know how to stay buried.
you will stumble through the rest of your life wondering if you will
one day forget how it feels to toe the edge of the cliff and turn the other way.
the answer is no. there is a precipice. there will always
be a precipice. a part of you will always want to throw yourself
over the edge. somehow, you never will. no one will notice.
to them, your race is over. you have cleared the last hurdle.
you have gone one month, three months, six months, a year without
turning your blue blood red. you have won your war. congrat
Writing RageI don't write for you.Writing Rage5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For your heartbreak or love.
For your tears or smiles.
For you pain or your bliss.
I write for me.
For my tragedies.
For my happiness.
For my pain.
To get what no one wants to hear,
out of me.
To let my voice be heard.
I write these stories about
because these are things the world
chooses to ignore.
Love and a happy ending,
what everyone wants.
That's not what I give.
I give these "unhappy" endings
to show you,
that not everything is
"happily ever after."
Human Labeler "Oh my God she's so fat!"Human Labeler5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Look at her hair!"
"God does what the fuck is she wearing?"
That's all that's said nowadays.
Guidelines that the world must follow.
Where do we draw the line?
When will we stop labeling those who are different
and not in our clique?
The labels that we give others,
may hurt them more than you think.
SmileSmile to brighten up someone's day,Smile4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smile to take away someone's pain.
Smile through your hurt and misery,
Smile as you reflect on happy memories.
Smile when you receive a compliment,
Smile when you're feeling confident.
Smile because you're in love,
Smile because you're thinking of someone up above.
Smile because you have someone to adore,
Smile because you're happier than ever before.
Smile whether you're happy or sad,
Smile because life isn't that bad!
UnUnplanned.Un5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Un un un.
It seems to make me.
I'm always un.
But it's these un's that make me stronger too.
I will become unstoppable,
as the years go on.
And come out unbloodied,
in the fight of life.
I, along with everyone else,
just have to go though some unfortunate things,
before we can unbarricade these walls,
and become open to the world.
We just have to remember,
unbox our feelings and opinions,
and uncap the inspiration and intelligence,
that I KNOW we all have inside us.
and do it proudly.
The EpicentreA girl,The Epicentre3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Destroyed by bygone bullets,
Scars engulfing the last flicker of hope inside her desolated, hollow form.
Tears burn into her tender skin,
Pooling along the cracks of her her porcelain mask.
She cries for her sins;
For trusting fallien angels;
For offering her innocence as a blood sacrifice,
For handing them the daggers used to pierce her weak, pure heart.
She fell for no reason,
Yet expected to be caught.
She cries for she was the epicentre of her demise.
StoppedShe was breaking,Stopped4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the scars I left.
She was crying,
Because I am about to go away.
And she begged,
Tearing at her flesh,
"Stay, stay with me,
Stop and stay here,"
But I never did,
I could never have.
I could never keep myself,
in the same second that she did.
So I moved,
along with the endless stream of time.
But she stayed,
Born from SinersBorn from sinnersBorn from Siners3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Genetics hand made
Closely constructed, picked from men in magazines
Sorry but I can’t protest
When the man deserved his own death
No sympathy given to the weak
Asking the devil for conversation
No former friends to view
If only the genes hadn’t mutated
I’d be happy with you
X met X
Instead of Y
Did they ever exist? Had they not even tried?
Strangled and structured
Forced to agree
I grew up bruised and broken.
You happy and free
Never knowing real hardships
Yet still learning to overreact.
While I kept to myself
It kept me intact.
I couldn’t tell you stories
Even if you pleaded
Suppressing daily memories
From decades of mistreatment
I was slandered and accused
Of something I was not,
But choosing an identity
Is hand picking the shot.
I apologize for the misery of being in my cycle
Two people blended in one
At least the thoughts are insightful.
I don't care what you think of me.
I carei.I care3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your words drip with crimson
as you bite your lip;
you always liked to pretend
you held the strength of metal,
and now all that’s left is the aftertaste of copper
trickling down your throat-
what happened to the child throwing pennies in the fountain?
hidden under the threaded sleeves of your sweater,
I can picture your hands shaking like earthquakes
and your fists held clenched;
I worry your fingernails cut dashed lines
into the palms of your hands,
like the ones painted on back roads and highways-
I’m worried where you plan on going
viewing your puffy eyes and hearing woebegone-winded words
tangle on your trainwrecked-tongue,
I can’t help but wonder how many puddles of salt
soak your sodden pillowcase from sleepless nights;
I know you’ve always liked to swim,
but this time darling- can you leave the water in the ocean?
I bet there’s charcoal clouds
gathering on your bed sheets-
an aftermath of the fire burning
Where I'm FromI am from Tolkien and George LucasWhere I'm From2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shark Week and Harry Potter.
I am from lost pages in dusty books
Hidden on long forgotten shelves.
I am from green rolling hills
As far as the eye can see
Reverberating with the noise of insects
So loud you can hardly think
The sheep as countless as the stars.
I am from the ocean swells that stir up crabs
Who scuttle frantically back under the sand
Lest the gulls find them.
I am from tall trees that warp the mind
Back to a time when those fairy tales
We were told as children were real.
I am from the Brown Clan, Ferguson and Somerville
From thistle and wyrm slayer.
I am from strong hands that worked and moulded soil and steel
Built paper mills and submarines.
I am from wind watcher and readers of the sky,
Thinkers, doers, movers, makers, builders.
I am from those who make themselves
Leaving plans for others to follow or improve upon
Each individual stands like a wall
Tall and impassible for those who wish to change us
And an open field full of li
This Kind of RainI hate this kind of rainThis Kind of Rain4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the misty drizzly kind
its not a proper down-pour
but it soaks you right through
I enjoy the sun
it's warmth on my face
and I can handle the downpour
I can laugh and dance in the rain
knowing it will end soon
or I can fight it with all my might
refusing to let the pounding raindrops
crush me with their weight
but.....this I cannot bear
this endless grey drizzle
it drips down my face
and wears away slowly at my joy
yes, in the storms and the sun I can rejoice
but I cannot take this rain
This ugly girlI was this ugly girl with a hideous face, sorry!This ugly girl3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yeah, I was unwelcome, but why should you worry?
Nobody expected me to ever reach any glory.
I have never fit into any girly category!
I was not very happy, it is a sad story.
And all my classmates behaved so predatory.
Mocking the outsider was simply mandatory.
What they did to me brought on me purgatory!
So all my dark feelings turned accusatory.
Forever I will run away from their territory.
Mirrored OpinionBeautifulMirrored Opinion5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Comments of liars.
It's who I am when I look in the mirror.
Not the thinnest.
Not the best clothes
Not the tallest.
Certainly not the prettiest.
You tell stories,
the mirror gives facts.