KitesI watch your kite disappearing -Kites2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
slowly slipping through your fingers
like a defiant act of love.
The laurel wreaths I crowned you with -
sweet Adonis to a maid,
shivering on your cool, wet skin.
I said that I could set you free
but you never would believe me.
SwansStrange how the swans did not returnSwans3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the lake that June,
almost as if they knew something
the rest of us did not -
some savage instinct or glorious flaw
christened and drowning in the water.
Their nests had been plucked clean, deflowered -
the eggs all gone,
the water choked thick and spiteful
The dock stood as always - knee deep in reeds
and apathy, the bald wood
showing its age and wobbling.
The tide brought its witness -
the wide, yellow maw of pollen
forbidding the surface to move.
You stood on the shore and poked
the sand with a stick as if expecting
it to to get up and walk away and surprised
when it did not make a sound.
I wondered what you were thinking
while you stared out over the water,
holding your breath like a bucket of stones.
Your lips never moved but I could hear
you talking -
blithe and unseen sounds nestling
in the crater of late afternoon.
And the kites kept their distance
all summer, never noticing the mercury
bursting from the thermometers or how
The AbusedTheir EyesThe Abused4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have many stories hidden behind them
They stare at you blankly
Sadness and pain buried deep within
But you won't catch a tear shed from them
Their hands and feet
Brutally beaten, trashed, slashed, and stepped upon
By the ones who cruelly made them victimized
Forced to live fearing for their lives
Yet they refuse to break and continue to survive
Forever scarred from being completely broken to pieces
From the tortures of abuse for the many years
Not knowing who to trust
Though they continue to stay strong
Images carved deep inside them
Of everlasting turmoil
Confused on what they did wrong
Yet still able to live life like nothing is wrong
Is Incomparable to anything on this earth
As they fight to survive for those who have been silenced
By the deeds of the criminal minded abuser
And will together have the courage to break past the chains of evil
Together they stand
Hand in hand
Refusing to be de
Broken wings won't flyBroken wings won't fly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain inside me makes me,
tells me who I really am.
In silence I suffer, locked myself up
to feel the peace I once had.
I got strangled in my thoughts.
I know that what is left only is to suffocate.
They take my breath away slowly
only there to share the fear.
And i'm all that is left.
I cannot tell what is fake and what is real.
Caught in my own world
I spread my wings they hit the walls
Take my broken wings
Let me learn to fly again
and teach me how to swim
bring me please my speech
now matter how long I stumble and stutter
let me fall
because the pain inside me makes me,
tells me who I will become.
The one-legged WarblerNo accident -The one-legged Warbler2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no mean-eyed cat
to catch and tear -
no threatening race
from nest to test
your prowess and
One leg to stand on -
didn't know while
in mother's wing -
but you can sing!
And that was spring...
In summer green,
you could not perch
on any branch -
a groundling's plight
to scurry fast,
could pick and peck,
could not keep up
without a fight.
Could not compete
with brother birds
in startled flock -
no mother's breast
to hide within -
no brother friend
to soar and spin...
Not wanted by a mate or kin -
feathers soft in fledgeling year.
Brown as the grass
on meadow's face-
A kind Creator painted here.
Gold summer's bloom
and queenly lace.
You are perfect in your mind
Survival beckons all your kind.
Could not concieve of higher things
but you can fly
and you can sing!
Self Harm isn't Funny.It's not.Self Harm isn't Funny.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
So why do you continue to laugh?
Is it really that funny to you?
Well, you wouldn't laugh if you'd known what me and these other people have been through.
You use silly labels such as "emo" and "psycho" to anyone who does it.
Is that really appropriate?
Let me explain something to you.
Some people self harm because of bullying.
I've been there myself.
Some people self harm because of family problems.
Some people self harm because of personal problems they may not want to share.
Self harm is caused by many things and believe me, it's one of the least funniest things to have happened in this world.
So let me ask you this:
How would you feel if someone was dragging you down everyday with harmful words?
How would you feel if you were constantly getting harassed online?
How would you feel if you received physical attacks everyday?
How would you feel if untrue rumors were going around about you?
How would you feel if your family turned against you?
How would you feel if you
What's Never SaidA life on repeat is hardly worth living. Submitting to the same when all she wants is different got her nowhere. Keep things interesting, she would say. Go left when the map says right, get up an hour early to see the sun rise. School drove her crazy with its set schedules and guidelines for every class. Every rainbow was a target, and the same kids every day shot an arrow. Being unique doesn't make you strong, and maybe she would have been better off if she had been gifted with the latter.What's Never Said4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Was it wrong to be angry? No one knew, and so no one said a word. They laughed together at the memories of her, but cried on their own. Had she realized the silence she forced on those she loved, maybe the dearly departed would have stayed. But she didn't, and so the silence settled into their throats. The questions they never asked (Was it because I wasn't there enough? Did she think I didn't care? Would she have stayed if I hadn't called her weird?) became answered with personal yeses, and all the
obsession.I lie awakeobsession.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can't get you off my mind
You haunt my dreams
This is too much for me to take.
I lie in bed
each night I think of you
The vision of you next to me
This is a temptation I just can't resist.
Lying next to me
I feel your kiss
brush my lips
This is obsession beyond my control.
I sit alone
I'd give anything
to feel your skin on mine
The vision of your body lying close to me
Your in my thoughts
every shade of you
it shouldn't feel this good
I trace the contours of your body in my head
EmpathTell meEmpath5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you look at me
Would you expect that I feel your sorrows?
When I'm in a crowd,
I feel mixed emotions.
Walking through the school hallway
I pass by two laughing guys
I begin to feel giddy and happy
I pass by two trying to kiss
My body tenses as I catch their eyes
Trying to wait for the right moment
I pass by a solemn face
My heart aches as sadness overwhelms me.
I feel your sadness.
I feel your pain.
Moving through the hall
I try to avoid another's touch
In fear of their emotions sticking with me.
Trying to block out everyone
My minds in conflict
Since when were this many?
It would make sense, I suppose.
I mean it is school.
My body's weak,
From trying to run from this gift.
Trying to keep it bay.
Trying to filter out others.
Its such a heavy burden sometimes.
Especially when you sense someone in conflict or pain.
I want to help you heal.
I want you to smile.
Although I don't know you.
I wish that I could help you.
I wish to
National Day of Silence- Tip of the HatNational Day of Silence- Tip of the Hat3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You can only be a 'tomboy' for so long.
I'm at the stage between the two.
Isn't tomboy-ish just a phase?
As a kid I was quite girly,
Am I making up for lost days?
Mom thinks it's in my mind,
but my friends know it's true, this,
meanwhile I'm stuck in between the two,
Is it being 'me' or being 'boyish' something I will miss?
The school's big dance is coming close,
I'm forced to wear a dress,
I think of all the trouble I've caused for me,
Gosh, I've created such a mess.
I've gotten TOO boyish;
like one I've even started thinking.
It's a secret people don't need to know,
It's ME on the inside it will be killing.
But on the good side, my friends still love me,
for who I am inside and out,
and yes I am so happy,
at the thought I want to shout.
"My friends love me, even though I'm trans!
no need to keep it inside me,
and this is my life I want to try,
and ONLY me I want to be!"
And so this is my poem,
my way of saying 'it's okay,'
for yes, I am like you,
I'm being silent in my own way.
Your LoveYour Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You bind me to one.
I can never hurt others.
You bind me to one.
I can never love another.
You make me feel different.
It's hard to explain.
With you, I feel like someone.
Not just a rock that's in the way.
With you, I feel real.
Is there anymore to say?
I wanted someone tall.
I wanted someone who could fight.
I wanted someone that could take on all.
I wanted someone to know what's right.
Someone who could do no wrong.
Someone who could do no harm.
Someone who could protect and never leave at all.
With you, I never feel alone.
With you, I'm someone more than just a tool.
When you look at me, I wish I could see what you see,
That I'm more than just beauty.
You see something unique in me.
I wish I could see it too.
Let me tell you a funny story,
Before I could have cared less what was there.
Now I know there's more to me than just something to stare.
You never make me feel stupid.
You never let me fall.
To you, I am not just a plain wall.
There is no blank surface or pretend.
It's FunnyIt's funnyIt's Funny3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That no one said
That you where dead
And a demon has entered your skin
That you blame me
For staying the way I'm
When you're supposed to love me for who I'm
When I'm reminded
That the dreams we dreamt together
They will always decay on the ground and make me sick
I have become insane again
I have welcomed the pain again
I have become insane again
And to be honest, I love it
How My Chemical Romance Saved My LifeHow My Chemical Romance Saved My Life3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And that was that, I guess; The pills weren't working, and so there wasn't anything left to do except put that big old kitchen knife to her throat. Or fly off the top of that big bank building downtown. Or take then entire bottle of those lovely little pills that were supposed to make everything better.
I slunk across the floor of the house, silent at three in the morning, and unmoving under the silver moonlight except for me, trudging along with the bottle of pills in my hands. I laughed a little at the irony.
These pills this medication was supposed to make my life brighter and take away the depression and pain. They hadn't done their job, so they were being commissioned by me to perform one final fling. A contract kill that'd relieve the pain permanently. Seemed about right, to end a futile life that I was tired of living. I'm a fish in a barrel anyways; waiting to be picked out by the stronger, bette
Please don't ever..Please don't ever think that I would leave,Please don't ever..2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
No one catches my attention like you.
How your voice cuts my attention,
Or how I get lost in your eyes each time I gaze into them.
No one will ever hold my heart the way you do,
It cracks a little each time you think I would ever leave.
You're the best thing in my life.
You are my sunshine
Where Dreamers Go To DieStocking shelves with ketchup like old men stock wine cellars,Where Dreamers Go To Die4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Fondly remembering good friends with each bottle slid into place,
Fondly remembering their wives and their children,
Fondly remembering their funerals.
It's hard to say why I feel the way I do.
Most likely an overreaction -
The only type I seem to have as of late.
It's as if this place is an affirmation of all my fears,
With dirty plates and clinking cutlery,
With fake smiles and false laughter,
With the way that,
When that uniform is donned on,
I cease to be human,
And I commence life as a living machine.
This is the cage in which I'll be trapped if my aspirations fall flat.
This is the place dreamers go to die.
Black Rabbit - Part six"But... You said you loved me..." I whimper. He just looks at me with careless eyes; the same eyes that used to show me compassion and instill the greatest joy in me. The eyes that had just wandered across my naked virgin skin last night and took in every detail. He shrugs with the shoulders my arms used to perch on when we hugged.Black Rabbit - Part six3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Listen kid, I just wanted to bang you." He scoffs, almost in a laugh. I couldn't believe that it was the same voice that comforted me softly, saying it wouldn't hurt as he stole my innocence away from me.
I feel the tears come on, but everything else in me is numb. There is a lump in my throat, and I can't speak. It doesn't matter though, since I have no words to say. Without another word, he just walks away. It can't be though. I want to reach out and grab his shirt, maybe pull him back into my world.
"No!" I suddenly yelp. And he turns back. That moment right there was the last time I remember even seeing him. His blonde hair falling ever so perfectly in
Black Rabbit - Part twelveA pale light poured into the dark apartment from a kitchen window, and covered the angsty resident. Casey sat in the grungy kitchen, looking at the rust covered refrigeration and inhaling death from his third cigarette of the morning. The air in the small space was a little bit foggy from this method of stress relief, but there was no way Casey was going to open a window. Since he barely made enough money from being a whore and stealing from his now four boyfriends to pay rent, he never turned the heat on and always wore several layers of clothing. He was barely ever home anyway, so it didn't matter. This was simply a place to keep his belongings in and bring the occasional client home.Black Rabbit - Part twelve3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cigarette number three was soon diminished to the butt and once it was, the whore rubbed it on the bottom of his plain sage green ceramic ash tray. It was a housewarming gift from boyfriend #2; probably purchased at a garage sale for a dollar. The ash tray honestly looked like something you'd see in the
MyselfDistracting myselfMyself3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is not an easy task
When I am blinded
By my tears;
Is much simpler,
My greatest fear-
If I am loved,
I will surely only
Be hurt over
And over again;
It does not matter
If it is by
A stranger or parent,
Sibling or friend.
I know I will get hurt.
It is always the same
Sad, hopeless story-
I must walk away
When I cry
To a place of privacy
Where others cannot prey.
When I cry,
I hug myself
Because I am too proud
To let others hear my sigh;
When I cry,
I rock back and forth
In vain hope to soothe
The tears from my eyes;
I never cry out of anger
But of fear and pain and guilt-
Guilt is the most often,
Guilt is the real danger.
When I am done
Sniffling and silently
Bawling, I wonder if
My sadness was seen by anyone;
I look into the mirror
And force myself to smile;
I practice it for a moment
While wiping away a tear.
I do this well,
An expert on hiding
My truest thoughts,
My want to wail;
Once my smile seems real
Even though it is fake,
I tell myse