Screaming from the BalconyFeel the need to bleed for me
To bleed for life and liberty
Apart from pain, and guilt that holds
Refrain from touching divers golds
You live your lives accordingly
Fight to survive, and to be free
Don't let that right slip through your hands
Applaud and clap from within your stands
A speech, a speech, a speech, a speech
Time to practice what I preach
He stares at all the people out
He opens his mouth, but..
words wont come out....
A Path For The HumbleAssaulted daily, and forgotten foreverA Path For The Humble3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flies high for a moment, then bombarded by weather;
A nameless soul whose path was chosen
Fighting daily in mind, but in body, still frozen;
Disowned by the strong, accepted by the weak
Falls like rain, but thunders when he speak;
Taller than most, but goes with the small
low the low road so no pain when he fall;
"Whom shall I send?" He stood in the back
Accepted the call, and picked up the slack;
A soldier whose isn't worthy of title
Whose God is real, no worshiping idols;
Traded the world for rags and scrap
But lives this life to avoid the trap;
A mind of a rebel, and a heart of a champ
A fire that burns in a soul not damp;
I follow a path--content, no mumble...
A truth path chosen by the lowly and humble.
Because Being Broken Is EasyiBecause Being Broken Is Easy3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's been six thousand three hundred and fifteen days since I have been here and only approximate three hundred days in my entire life I spent with him. He's always busy. He says he has work to do.
It's been nine hundred and eighty-two days since everything started falling apart.
Six hundred and fifty-seven days since I lasted talked to you. You said it was over and walked away without a reason. I watched as you walked with such grace, out of my life.
Five hundred and seventy-five days, seven hours, twenty-three minutes and seven seconds since he broke my heart again; make that forty-seconds. I saw him smiling at her. I should be happy for him, right? But why do I feel a pang of jealousy every time I see them? Five hundred and seventy-five days, seven hours, twenty-four minutes and fifty-one seconds and it still hurts. Fifty-seven seconds.
Two hundred and ninety-three days when she stopped talking to me. I loved her like a sister but she left too. People always
how to self harmBefore you self harm in any way, you should probably know what you're getting into.Before you make that cut, please keep in mind that you will find the pain release and blood strangely addictive. You may think to yourself that you'll be able to control it, that you won't let it get out of hand. You may think that you can just stick to a few small, shallow cuts here and there that won't be deep and that will heal quickly and easily.But you're wrong.You can't control it, it's impossible to control. It controls you. It's an addiction.The cuts will get deeper, they'll scar. They'll take weeks to months to heal and years for the scars to actually begin to fade. You'll find that soon, you depend on it. You can't go more than a few days without cutting. You'll go crazy as your skin itches and burns, your hands shake, your head pounds, your vision goes blurry as you try to keep your mind off of it, try to hold back from giving in. But you will. If you think you can limit the cuts to just one ahow to self harm3 years ago in Personal More Like This
ScreamI wish someone could hear my silent screams...Scream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She is always on guard, ready for anything. She keeps her poker face on her at all times. She never shows anyone just how easy it is to break her. She waits till she gets home to let the cracks show. If people saw the real her, they would find her an easy target, prey. They would destroy her.
I wish someone would help put me back together...
Her friends see her as a happy and bright person. They only see what she wants them to see. If they knew the real her, what she did to start the war that is raging inside her mind, they would run. They would take one look at the battle scars that the monsters within her have created, see the tear stains that are constantly running down her face and run.
I wish someone could tame the beasts within me...
Then she met a boy. He was charming and hansom and had eyes that she felt she could stare into forever. She trusted him and was more relaxed with him than she was with anyone. He made her feel like she c
This Is MeI'm poor,This Is Me3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I got bullied,
I got a drunk father,
I got raped,
I lost someone,
I saw a murder,
I have mental illnesses,
I've lost friends,
I've been through depression,
I've been cheated on,
I've been anorexic,
I've cut myself,
I thought about suicide.
I'm not that different,
I'm not in the pretty standars,
I'm not perfect,
I'm not that original,
I'm not that special.
But I have passions.
I love my boyfriend,
I love my few friends,
I love drawing,
I love singing,
I love music,
I love animals,
I love nature,
I love swimming,
I love writting,
I love tea,
I love coffee,
I love shopping,
I love learning,
And so on...
Don't die for your mistakes,
Don't die for your regrets,
Don't die for your troubles,
Don't die for your past,
Live for what YOU, and only YOU, like. YOU deserve it.
she isn't okay and you know itshe hasn't felt like this in a long time, the moment where she curls up in a ball, swallowing her sobs, trying to drown the pain deep down inside her so she doesn't wake up her parents. she buries herself a grave of cold blankets and tries to stop the hot tears crawling down her too plump cheeks, trying to find a breath to compose herself before she starts to believe that she isn't okay.she isn't okay and you know it3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Midnight DanceYour fingers slide in between mine,Midnight Dance3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our hands perfectly entwined.
Your arm wraps tenderly around my waist,
As you whirl me around and we trace
imaginary patterns on the floor.
Everything about you I adore,
as my head lies gently on your shoulder,
And we dance a dance that is older
Than time itself.
Your scent engulfs my mind,
And brings with it memories so refined,
Filled with pure emotion,
To you I promise complete devotion.
My senses are drowned out,
So that there is no room for any doubt,
Past worries and fears I twirled
As I fell into another world.
Hope and love fill my heart
As we perfect this dying art.
My dreams fall into place,
Made real by the smile upon your face.
And as we dance,
Our minds filled with true romance,
I mirror your movements
As we step backwards and forwards
To the slow, steady rhythm inside our heads.
I'm Sick Of Love Songs...I'm so sick of love songs,I'm Sick Of Love Songs...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They made me think that,
For some reason, you loved me too.
Sick of writing, every word I write,
Reminds me of you,
Don't you get it?
I'm fighting emotions,
I only wanted your heart,
The only compensation,
I guess it's just a game of Jenga to you.
Watch as my pieces fall,
Watch as my pieces fall.
Maybe love is an illusion to our eyes?
An illusion hidden inside,
You probably never wake up,
And think of me, right?
I'm sick of you.
As much as I'll miss you,
I want you to disappear.
Love and LossIn these bright blue depthsLove and Loss3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swimming with mystery
Memory upon memory
Rising to the surface
As I look into your eyes.
Deep in our history,
Each kiss bringing us closer
To the true definition of love.
Spiritual; our bodies and minds united
The morning light our only hindrance
The only shadow to our happiness.
But now as we stand face to face,
Our mutual presence
Sparking the same images to appear,
The same lines to be heard
In our pained minds
Old, forgotten words
Meaningless to others
But send us into a different world
A world devoid of happiness
A world filled with misery
Half of my heart aching in longing
Convincing my mind
That we were made for each other.
The other half crying out
Trying to be heard
Over the passion of the other.
Wary and cautious;
Urging me to step backwards
And seek out
What drew us apart
All those years ago.
I Thought You Were The One.You're the oneI Thought You Were The One.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who's supposed to see the real me.
see through the plaster smile
and see the pool of pent up tears
and purple scars.
you can't see.
You don't take enough time
to even try to see.
I thought you were the one
who was finally
going to break my chains,
set me free.
no one will ever
be able to see
the real me.
Hold My Hand.We walk side by sideHold My Hand.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
down the sidewalk.
We're so close,
our hips brush together.
Out of the corner of my eye,
I see you staring
and I start to blush.
Our arms are dangling at our sides,
and I can feel the electric
jump back and forth
between our fingers.
I will you to reach for my hand
and hold it tight.
I glance over at you again,
but this time
I can't take my eyes off of you;
You're so perfect.
I take a leap of faith
and intertwine my fingers with yours.
You begin to blush,
and I know that I want to be here
for the rest of my life.
Day 7: A God Who LovesMy God is a God who lovesDay 7: A God Who Loves4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My God is a God who watches over me and wants to
Know me and be with me
Because my God is the God of mercy
The God of peace
The Savior of all who are unworthy
And the Healer of all who are unclean
My God is the one willing to touch the untouchable
To speak to the unmentionable
To heal the incurable
And to breathe life into the lost
Because my God is a God who loves
Who loves to walk beside you, in front of you, behind you, along with you
He is the God who carries you when you can't walk on your own
So let him hold your hand and bring you along
Because God does not say
Follow me and I will love you
I love you anyways
I love your imperfections and your misinterpretations
I love your flaws and your strengths
I love you at your best and at your lowest of lows
I love you when you worship and when you weep
When you feel unlovable and when you feel invisible
I love you for you because you are my creation
So follow me.
My God is a God who loves
Who loves so m
Love is FireLove is like Fire, Consuming, Unquenchable.Love is Fire3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It will reach it's objective, no matter what is placed in it's path.
Time, Space, People, Things.
It will Burn away everything, until it reaches its Object.
Or, will Consume it self.
Don't Give Up- PleaseEvery day, every minute, every second, every where you look, there will be someone there to push you down. Someone looking to make your life a living hell and screw up what could have been the best day of your life. In middle school and high school every thing that happens to you is such a big deal. She called you ugly, he called you stupid, they laughed at you when you tripped down the stairs. No one had the balls enough to be a decent person and help you. Your world seems to be crashing down around you, and all you can do is sit there and watch it come down, brick by bloody brick. You think you have no one to turn to.Don't Give Up- Please3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But that is not true. For every five people that hurt you, there is surely to be at least one friendly face in the crowd. Some one who has been there and understands the pain of those days. Someone who wants to help you. Some one to put there hand out and catch you when you fall. But you have to be able to trust enough to reach out. You have to put yourself out there
Gay suicideHis mom is going up to the podium to speak. Everyone is so quiet that all I could hear was the piano softly playing "Amazing Grace." I think about him…I still can't believe it. My best friend. Dead. Just yesterday, he told me he was gay.Gay suicide3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I couldn't be gay, just like I couldn't have caused his death. When he told me, someone overheard and asked me how I could be his friend anymore and I just couldn't stand the embarrassment. So I said it. I said I couldn't be friends with a fag. I said that right to his face and I walked away.
He left early; someone said he wasn't feeling well. I never thought—he was always so happy, so kind to everyone. And look what happened. Kids took advantage of him and he couldn't handle it. Kids are cruel, my class is cruel…and he was, well, weak.
His mom is beginning to talk. "My son, Jaylen…he was always such a happy-go-lucky kid. He always found a way to make the worst things in the world disappear. He was always so nice to everyone. He stood up for his friend
Love Yourself. ~LOVE YOUR IMPERFECT SELF~Love Yourself.3 years ago in Personal More Like This
1. Fall in love with yourself.
Think about what makes you You. Just like a flower that needs watering to grow, learn to nurture yourself in every way. Love yourself for all the good that you see and accept your flaws and the fact that you are imperfect. This does not mean that you do not learn to change from your shortcomings; instead, you are being gentle and kind to yourself despite all your "flaws". Look in the mirror and fall in love with the reflection that is You.
2. Eliminate Self Criticism.
Do you often berate yourself over the tiniest thing? Is there a little voice inside your head that often tells you that you are no good because you are stupid or make mistakes. If you find that you criticize yourself often, make an effort to stop the self criticism.
3. Be Kind And Positive.
When you start to think kindly and positively about yourself, the love you have for yourself just grows. Make it a habit to praise yourself everyday
one more dayLife is piontless and void,one more day5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I want to take the easy way out so bad,
But I don't,
I'll give it one more day.
How can I when life is so hard,
These feelings so deep,
No one can say the love me,
No one can say they care,
But still I give it one more day...
Dear Words...Dear Words,Dear Words...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You've cut me, you've sewn me
You've raised me, you've grown me
You've made me, you've known me
ever since the night I spoke.
You've built me, you've blocked me
You've freed me, you've locked me
You've helped me, you've mocked me
with a dream that you awoke.
You've held me, you've drowned me
Your form unknown around me
You've lost me, you've found me
Your woven threads confound me
You've moved me, you've bound me
Your depth and length enshroud me
And all the while you ground me
To a world unfit for you.
And silently you stir
Beneath the crevice of my youth.
A double-sided knife
would be an understated truth.
The BibleIt was just a brown leather BibleThe Bible9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He carried it to school every day
We all made fun of him for it
And snickered at him when he prayed.
Everyone thought he was strange
Only a fool would be seen with that book
That stuff was fine around Mom and Dad
But why ask for a disgusted look?
He had no friends to speak of
At lunchtime he'd just sit and read
It never seemed to matter to him
He thought those words were all that he'd need.
I wanted to make him angry
But every time he'd walk away
There was no way that I could insult him
No lasting remarks I could say.
The time came for the school trip
I had waited for it all year
We'd be flying all the way to England
My excitement overcame any fear.
I looked at the list in disbelief
And found that he was on there!
The guy who never said two words to anyone
I wondered if he'd signed on a dare.
But next day when I boarded the plane
There he was, third row back
With his Bible and a notebook and pen
Looking as if there was nothing he could possibly lack.
A Piece Of YouI touch the strings of my guitar,A Piece Of You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And they spiral inward,
Everything I touch seems to fall part.
Falling into darkness,
A depressive state,
This was my fate.
We started as perfect strangers,
Boys meets girl,
Or Girl meets boy.
A perfect sensation,
You drove me into fixation.
A goddess of a sort,
I guess that's what you were to me.
Yeah, I guess that's what you were to me.
That friend of yours,
He takes a sip of tea then whispers in your ear,
You smile and you whisper in his,
Singing a melody,
Sweet, like the summer days past,
You look at me, I look to you,
A cold stare, hasn't winter passed?
My heart shakes, until it breaks,
I put on a smile that looks fake,
And I put out my hand,
Reaching out to grab a piece of you,
You, a piece of history,
You, with a sweet melody,
I sleep breathlessly,
I turn blue; I'm holding my breath for you.
My mind in a maze,
I can't put together those days.
I pass you by, without a thing to say.
We're still young, and it's silly to be thinking like this.