The Dust of the Past
The Dust of the Past
is going through
Some tough times
I can relate to that
Hope he's doing ok
He's not dust
Not a heartless
I know life
has some difficult parts in life
Some people will relate
to the same pain
I was in that spotlight
of the awful thing
His wounds will heal
The darkness is in him
surrounds the light away
Just like sasuke
His pain is hurting him
I can see it
Thats where i was
crying in the dark alone
no one there
not caring of me
avoiding my pain
It's so sad
I hug him
letting him cry
All the pain
he holds in him
are his dust
to his past
The Dust of the Past
not a thing
of the wind
or avoid from Life
I have a shoulder
to share with
to let him cry
I'll be there
He's a good friend
No one should go through tough times
Not become the dust
of their own life
Throw it ou
I'm So TiredI'm so tired of crying,I'm So Tired2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm so tired of loving,
I'm so tired of dying
inside my soul each day.
I'm so tired of hoping,
I'm so tired of dreaming,
I'm so tired of imagining.
It will never be real anyway.
I'm so tired of falling,
I'm so tired of failing,
I'm so tired of walking
when love is so far away.
I'm so tired of wishing,
I'm so tired of searching,
I'm so tired of remembering
those beautiful things you used to say.
I'm so tired of bleeding,
I'm so tired of yearning,
I'm so tired of living
in a world that's grey.
But most of all I'm tired,
of being the person I am,
I'm tired of my mistakes,
I'm tired of my broken heart.
I'm just so tired of being me.
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
Am I Crazy?Am I Crazy?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Was I crazy to think
That I could have
Every part of you?
Wishing to be in your arms
That'd your heart beat for me
And I'd be the one you'd lay your eyes on
I was always insane
Loosing my grip
Changing slowly everyday
Where has my sanity wandered off to?
I know for a fact
I can't have you without it.
This lifetime search
For something so trivial
Has ruined it all for me
I have wasted the years
Shedding the tears
All because you never wanted me
Dream ManDream Man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've seen you in my dreams before,
just an image nothing more.
And every morning when I wake
it is for you that my heart aches.
Your long black hair like raven's wing,
I can't imagine a more beautiful thing.
Glowing emeralds are your eyes,
they are a girl's love-struck demise.
How I know you I do not know,
but wherever you are I shall go.
This I promise unto thee-
by Earth and Fire,
Wind and Sea,
This is my will,
so mote it be.
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedAll Ends2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
Leave me aloneLeave me alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Retreating to the isolation inside my room
curling up in a blanket of misery
Memories replay and corrupt my peaceful slumber
"You're not good enough."
"You disgust me."
"Nobody cares about you."
Tears stream down my mask
The negative thoughts have made the positive evanesce
I just want to be left
PT5: I SURVIVED.PT5: I SURVIVED.2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Something wasn't right about her.
I narrowed my eyes at the girl at the door. "What's your name?" I pretended to be happy at the prospect of a new neighbor. The girl smiled happily, swinging back and forth. She appeared to be pretty energetic.
"My name is Cassie, nice to meet you." She put her hand out with a smile on her face. I hesitantly reached out, my hand clammy and shaky. No doubt I was in shock right now. My brother was gone and now I was next. Of course I was in shock. After what seemed like minutes, I grabbed her hand and shook it. I took my hand away, my breath was jittery.
"What's wrong?" Cassie asked.
"Nothing. Family issues. Don't worry about it." I said. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Alright! Bye!" Cassie said as I shut the door.
I was numb. I didn't know what to do right now. Who was that girl? Why didn't she feel right when she was around? What was it? Paranoia was taking over my mind. I scratched the back of my head, sighing. I had to calm down. I sat down o
Murder your PoemMake your poem suffer,Murder your Poem10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it needs to know how you feel.
And if it doesn't, your poem is ignorant.
Gouge the pen deep within it, until bloody ink stains through.
Write very hard
so your poem can feel your scars.
If you crinkle the corners,
it needs to have broken tattered bones.
Feeling exhausted before your done.
Do not share or post your poem so soon,
for it needs to feel rejection.
Most important, before it dies.
Clean it's wounds, or tape its rips,
do no accept forgiveness..
As your poem dies, you'll be surprised.
Your dead withered poem,
Birds Inside my Bedroom WallsThere are strange noises late that nightBirds Inside my Bedroom Walls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that rouse me from my peaceful slumber.
There are birds inside my bedroom walls.
They sing and they call.
I think it's coming from outside
while I lay in my bed and listen,
but then I hear it clear as day,
unclear as darkest night,
as they talk to me,
from within my bedroom walls.
"There are birds in my walls, mother
we must get them out.
They're singing, they're crying,
they're asking me to free them.
We must save them.
And she says,
"There are no birds in the walls, honey.
The birds don't share their songs at night
and they do not live
inside the walls of our home."
I listen and I try to sleep
but I still hear them,
and they sound desperate.
And who can blame them,
when they're imprisoned within
such a dark and tight enclosure?
"There are birds in my bedroom walls, mother.
They'll hurt themselves, they'll suffocate."
And she shakes her head
It's Lonely At The Top.It's lonely at the bottom, too.It's Lonely At The Top.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Am That GirlI'm the girl who writes poemsI Am That Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because it helps me get my feelings out.
It's the only way I know how.
I'm the girl who will love anyone
No matter who they are.
I'm the girl, who can be annoying at times,
But I love life and everything in it.
I'm the girl who will always make
Room in her heart for someone,
Because I love just about everyone.
I'm the girl, who will flirt with you,
But never admit to you how I really feel.
I'm the girl who will truly love you.
No one will ever love you as much as I do.
It Shouldn't Matter“Show us your face” they demandIt Shouldn't Matter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But why should I?
It’s my face, my life isn’t it?
It’s not “hiding” my reasons are my own
And that should be enough
He’s a relaxing voice
A faceless man
With a clever sense of humor
He’s a beautiful person
And that’s enough
The cruelty drags me down
I’m tired of seeing it
I’m tired of the scrutiny
I want to be a cartoon character
Stop looking at me
Why are they so determined to know?
It isn’t important
He should be judged on his own merits
A face shouldn’t matter
He is beautiful anyways
The tenderness that's herWith every word written, with every word spokenThe tenderness that's her2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try my best to express myself, without it being broken
For what I feel is deep in my heart, is love that I want to be showing
Every day it develops, every day I feel more loving
Is the tenderness of passion, which I’ve never felt before
A feeling that I got from a girl who I truly adore
Beautiful as a rose and gentle as a peaceful dove
My heart gets filled with warmth, a feeling I describe as love
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, that’s as simple as I can be
So very cute and filled with joy, she’s the only girl who I want to see
Her adorable smile that always cheers me up, she’s the only one I need
She’s everything I ever wanted, I thank god that he gave her to me
Snow White SyndromeI seem to have forgotten the sound of my own heartbeatSnow White Syndrome2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Splitting apart my limbs I've found the source of my insanity
Coiled around veins and arteries
Star dust and a lazy man’s drug
Has put me to sleep under fictitious pretenses
Of forbidden apples and two faced prince charming’s
Between Heaven and HellEveryone has a story to tellBetween Heaven and Hell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The time and place the falls from grace.
We all walk at our own pace
forever attempting to win the illusionary race.
So I took the time, to sit and rewind....
granted pause to the cause, reflections of the mind.
Years upon years slowly drifted on by...
Journeys left behind slumbering alongside the road of unknown,
collecting dirt and debris, anxiously awaiting to be set free,
but could not flee...no one to save me and turn the key.
Everything has a time and a place within the enchanted space.
A story to tell of heaven and hell...
Realise this upon states of bliss,
In the beginning we all fell--in the end we all shall fall.
Can no longer ignore the ancient call.
Ib - Memories Crannies - EpilogueEpilogueIb - Memories Crannies - Epilogue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'I swear you always have the rose flavoured ones, Ib,' Garry teased as Ib selected the pink macaroon with the fluffy white stuffing yet again.
'Well they're my favourite,' Ib replied swiftly, cherishing her macaroon.
'I had gathered that,' Garry said with a laugh and Ib smiled back, 'One cappuccino and one white mocha, please,' he ordered at the till. Ib started to open her mouth to say something but suddenly he added, 'With added caramel for the mocha, please.'
'You remembered this time,' Ib pointed out, smiling widely at him.
'Well it's been two months; I would be rather surprised if I didn't remember!'
'Could be your memory going haywire. They say that happens with age...' Ib suggested with a shrug and a hidden smile.
'My memory is perfectly fine thank you! I'm not that old' Garry paused for a moment, then exclaimed, 'You know my age is my weakness, Ib!' Problem was, he couldn't say anything negative; not when she was laughing like she was now.
IrrationalI feel my heart beatingIrrational10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
moving faster, faster still
it is quite a miracle that my ribs
succeed in holding it in place
a wave of embarrassment
as I have felt it before
it washes over me, suddenly,
pulls me down, tears at my limbs
I take a step and another
walking seems much harder now
I catch myself at wanting to hide
wanting to remove myself from sight
because the people are watching me
I can feel their eyes burning in my back
as I hastily struggle to make my way home
don't look at me, don't judge me
and I cannot seem to breathe
through my faltering mind
and I cannot even see
through my clouding eyes
a dove insidelike birds,a dove inside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we sat on
of our own lives,
singing to please
we simply followed
believing in desired
freedom and no
sang of joy,
we preferred a more
from our lips
we called out a sorrowful
melody that only
a few number could
a tragic end,
we faced together.
i saw you fall,
ever so gracefully,
to your death;
but before i could
it was my turn to fall.
my world turned
cold and all my
at least now,
we're at ease
the definiton of I:I am weakthe definiton of I:10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I have self-confidence
I am quiet
but I have a lot to say
I am smart
but I have a sense of humour
I am mature
but I try to have fun
I am emotionless
but I try to smile
(once in a while)
I am independent
but I never hesitate to ask for help
I am an introvert
but I will always be there for my loved ones
I am honest
but I lie for others' own good
I am lazy
but I aim to meet expectations
I am straight
but I support all sexual orientations
I am crazy
but I try to keep myself in check
I am lost
but I will keep searching
for this person who everyone calls
I am two faced
but they come together to make