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 Tired3 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.
Leave me aloneLeave me alone3 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
Dream ManDream Man3 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.
The tenderness that's herWith every word written, with every word spokenThe tenderness that's her3 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
It's Lonely At The Top.It's lonely at the bottom, too.It's Lonely At The Top.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Am That GirlI'm the girl who writes poemsI Am That Girl3 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.
Numbi hate the numbing feelingNumb1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
its when you want to feel something
and you feel disconnected even from your friends in the moment
and its hard to feel things, even if you like pinch yourself
you feel like its hard to feel love or anything like that
in moments like that you want to be mad or sad cause at least your feeling something
you lose interest in stuff you love
why can't i find it anymore? find the happiness i felt moments before
you long for the bittersweet feeling of sadness, the risk of anger
thats a feeling and what i am feeling right now
Between Heaven and HellEveryone has a story to tellBetween Heaven and Hell3 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.
How to say nothingSilence speaks. It fills the cracks between words, hovers between lover's lips, gives a sentence a breath. Silence can convey emotion unlike words ever can. Silence screams, it howls like a blizzard wind, or lulls like a sweet song. Silence is not unnecessary, it is not useless, it does not waste breath, or speak when it is not needed. Silence can speak a sentence, with out words, it can tell a story, it can convey anger, or sadness, it can tear a room apart, it can speak of love, or loss. Silence is nature's song, deep, calming, pulling you away from reality.How to say nothing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Birds Inside my Bedroom WallsThere are strange noises late that nightBirds Inside my Bedroom Walls3 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 Shouldn't Matter“Show us your face” they demandIt Shouldn't Matter3 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
Dancing On the CloudsDancing on the cloudsDancing On the Clouds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve always yearned to try
Leave my world behind
Seek sanctuary in the sky
To be one with the birds,
Forever free to roam
To move like the wind,
Have but the heavens for my home
To embrace the moon,
Oh, what I wouldn’t give
Amid the flaming stars,
That is where I long to live
How can you catch a cloud?
In spite of your beseech,
The dreams you dream the most
Are the ones farthest from your reach
R.I.P WordsDo you know what it feels like?R.I.P Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.
I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.
I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.
The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.
Now I have nothing.
Ib - Memories Crannies - EpilogueEpilogueIb - Memories Crannies - Epilogue3 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.
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
Just because I can feel (A Poem)Just because I can feel,Just because I can feel (A Poem)1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Doesn't mean I feel the doom,
Doesn't mean I feel the pain,
And only feel the gloom
Just because I feel,
Doesn't mean I'm weak,
Doesn't mean I can't take,
A harsh critique
Just because I feel,
Doesn't mean I can't think,
Doesn't mean I'm not smart,
And my logic is on the brink
Just because I feel,
Doesn't mean I'm wrong,
Doesn't mean I'm irrelevant,
Doesn't mean I'm not strong
Just because I feel,
Doesn't make me insane,
Doesn't make me crazy,
Doesn't make my eyes rain
Just because I can feel,
I can write this
Big vs SkinnyYou say that big is beautifulBig vs Skinny3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That it's the new 'in thing'
You talk about how nice I'd look
If only I weren't thin
But will you come to realise
That it really isn't right
To say that we're not big enough
And take our name in spite?
You may have gotten insults
From some idiotic men
But when you call us skin and bones
You're just as bad as them
To say that big is beautiful
Is fine and true to say
To say that big is better
Is to think a hateful way
Nothing's better, nothing's 'right'
We're built to look unique
To say we're pretty, big and skinny
That's the peace I seek
It's easier to get along
When we're not starting fights
To see the wars of big vs skinny
Aren't such pretty sights
So lets find a happy medium
To stop this pointless hate
Let's have respect for everyone
No matter what their weight
And when we all abide by this
We'll see what happens then
A world full of less hate and fear
And more friendship again
nothing caught beneath my wingsi was a bird when younothing caught beneath my wings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
were just a little grain
of rice forgotten on the
shore, and i ate you up.
devoured you, sucked the
milky marrow from your core.
but oh, how you filled all
my empty spaces, swelled
and sprawled into my very
being, until i was fit
to burst and finally whole.
I'm a teenagerI'mI'm a teenager3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah, I may be
Okay, I know that
I'm the problem
I need to grow up
I shouldn't complain
I ought to be grateful
It's my fault
But, I am a teenager
And I won't change
I won't give up
I will survive
Murder your PoemMake your poem suffer,Murder your Poem1 year 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,