Suicidal CherubA full ecliptic path
since you took the pills
that could have ruined you
I would have noticed
I would have fucking cared.
Chopped away at flesh
Carved pure delicate lies
Into a noetic mind.
I’m not bright enough
To out shine you.
I thought you’d reach for a hand
You reached for the pills
Proceeded to take and take
Greed, of a dying angel.
Such beauty in a broken, curled smile.
Time has passed
You’re the content seraph.
BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boyBeauty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who whispered metaphors into his blankets
in the dead of the night. he pǝuɹnʇ them
over and twisted them and s t r e t c h e d them
searching for the melody that would define him.
what he didn't know is that his ears were traitors;
they rejected every rhyme without a trace of shame
and never allowed him to realize that his melodies
were real music, were beauty and love woven
into delicate threads; he only heard cacophony.
night after night he struggled and agonized
never satisfied with any combination of notes
always concluding that he was inferior to the world.
on the other side of the fence, close and far away
a girl with with stars in her eyes cried; her tears
were of the purest silver, the plainest pain.
she cried for verses lost to the valley of her strife
for missed opportunities and bro/ken hearts of iron.
their paths strayed along the leafy jungle of time
l i t t e r e
My Scars from LifeI feel the scarsMy Scars from Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on my soul
will never fade away.
The cut are so deep
that they won't ever heal.
The wounds are from battle
with myself and others
And from carrying burdens
I was not meant to carry.
What has the world done to me?
Why has it scarred me this way?
What scars did you contribute?
Cracked Mirrors and Half-Hearted DatesYou walk down the red carpetCracked Mirrors and Half-Hearted Dates3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Taking in the fame and the glory all around you
Of being a world famous actor that has it all
Life has never been better for you right now
So what would you do if we simply took it all away?
Shatter the crystal ball and smash up some dreams
Laugh at the pain filled stare that’s filled up with greed
You will never have another chance at the gold
It’s your fault to begin with
For you could have avoided the seed
Cracked mirrors and half-hearted dates to the prom
Bet you wish you weren’t that little girl crying in the shadows
Wishing that your parents would stop fighting
Hoping and begging that they would get along
How much longer before you wish this nightmare wasn’t yours?
Corrupted your ambitions and twisted it into an lust
Gold, sex and fame just seems like the same
But to most of the people in the world it’s just a fantasy away
For they just don’t have the drive and determination to reach the end
Maybe we should just tel
I'd rather be aloneI enter the room all eyes on me.I'd rather be alone3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Side way glances as if I don't see.
I walk down the aisle and I take my seat.
This is where I'm gonna be for five days this week.
I can feel their hate from across the hall.
Those people they hate me and wish I would fall.
Unwanted is what they have always shown.
And honestly, I would rather be alone.
They tease me with their words as if it don't hurt.
They treat me as if I'm disgusting and dirt.
And sometimes I would just let it slide.
I would try to contain the feelings I hide.
I try to do my best but I really just fail.
And spectators would make up a new winding tale,
Of how my bad attitude is set into stone
But will never know I'd rather be alone.
Maybe I have done something out of range.
But I'm trying my best to be nice and change.
They say that will never for they've never known,
That I often sit and think "I'd rather be alone".
Instead of being teased an being rejected,
Instead being humiliated in public and subjected.
In order that I may no lon
One last kiss before the Apocalypsethe day of the apocalypseOne last kiss before the Apocalypse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will be near to thee
nestled in thy arms
the day of the apocalypse
my memories will parade in my head
my fear will disappear
the day of the apocalypse
I will put my ear onto thine heart in order to hear our love one last time
the day of the apocalypse
my lips are going to arise onto thine lips for one last kiss
I love you, I will love you, here or in another world
How Can I Breathe Life?How can I breathe lifeHow Can I Breathe Life?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I have no life in me?
I'm starring in your eyes,
But I don't know what you see.
I'm broken and worn.
I'm unbalanced and used.
I've been on the ledge,
Holding my heart abused.
You say you've been there
And that I saved you.
That doesn't sound right,
Because you saved me too.
I wish that I could hold you
Tight in my arms.
I hear the pain you're in;
Caught in your past's harm.
Alone I hurt too.
Depression's taking it's toll.
I know you feel it too;
That aching in your soul.
Soon you'll return,
And though I don't understand,
You'll only think of me,
Doing whatever you can.
This Is Friendship, She SaysShe always hits me firstThis Is Friendship, She Says2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and when I hit back
she punches harder.
I'm collecting bruises on my arms
and I don't quite mind
but I'd appreciate not being treated like
today he saw my scars -- he smiledToday he saw my scars,today he saw my scars -- he smiled2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
immediately tucked my face
into the hollow between his neck and shoulder,
and begged me to stop.
I said I would try, between the
"Oh man, oh man, someone cares!",
how clean he smelled,
and the marvel of how nicely I fit into
He begged me to promise,
but I couldn't choke out those words
while looking into his eyes [not flying high,
like he sometimes is].
He had to make due with rubbing his
fingers over them once,
too quick for me to flinch,
and telling me how he would have
to see my sweet cheeks
over the weekend to make sure
my freckles stayed cute.
I promised him that I would get my
beauty sleep - just for
him - and
Goodbye.(You never said goodbye)Goodbye.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Foolish hopes of an impossible girl
(Wait, I think it's the other way
Lead to trembling hands
Faithfully counting down the days
On her too-empty calendar
She burned English Tea candles
And watched her ceiling darken with smoke
As her eyes darkened
When the time was up
But still she smiles
And thanks the memory of him
(Thank you for making me happy
And giving me something to hope for
But I think now is the time
Where I let you go)
Blood Typesubtle murmurs and brittle promises.Blood Type3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Took it upon my own judgement
To talk to you.
Took my words,
And my heart.
DarkDon't get lost in the darkDark1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A creature is lurking around
Running after you
Killing is the only thing on its mind
I'm Only Just a KidSomeday I'm going to have to realizeI'm Only Just a Kid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I have never felt true pain
I'm just a fucked up kid with a hyperactive imagination
That leaves me wishing I had a reason to want to die
viii.in poetry you are always sure to findviii.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
girls with their sad eyes and the
boys grinning, wolf teeth shining ivory;
but what about the stony-eyed ladies with knives up their sleeves,
and the tremor of a man's bottom lip?
what about the boys who cry wolf and the women
who cry war?
what about them?
NeroxMae: Roys PromiseNeroxMae: Roys Promise4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The cool breeze made Mae realize she was still alone on the grassy field. Roy was supposed to home back to his house the next day. Rena licked Mae's small tanned hands to remind her she still has her Pokemon by her side. She let her body rest against mother nature's green blanket and started to contemplate what her next course of action was.
Roy, how could you do this for me. Are you that desperate?
Mae took a blade of grass and tickled Rena's nose with it. Rena's snorted and Mae cheered up. She quickly sat up and grabbed a notebook out of her book bag. Her finger crossed over several pages and Mae's face lit up.
"Well- looks like all my appointments are over and I think I should take a break. Maybe I should go visit Nero like he suggested in his letter, what do you think Rena?"
Her Ninetales Rena nudged up against her face in agreement. She missed Mae's childhood friend too.
"Well, let's see, I still want to speak to Roy to figure out what the hell he was thinking... Let's sti
Who Said It Was Easy Being The One?I have a feelingWho Said It Was Easy Being The One?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That if we were to meet tonight
I would find teardrop constellations
Hidden among your lashes
And the thought makes me want
To find you so I can kiss away the pain
But I know that I can't shatter your
That's created by innocent naivety
(Or is it just lovely hope?)
I find it complicated to fathom myself
Other than selfish for
Writing endless letters
With post-script love stories
And never finding the courage
To send them to make up for
My lack of presence
When you so obviously need it
(But I'm just judging by the
Broken hearts that you sobbed
Between the lines written in blue)
i hate these daysyou have to livei hate these days1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it’s like a good late night
where i imagine i love
i’ll be useless--
you changed me and
she doesn’t deserve
the crap that she gets
and to not be content
with rose petals and your favorite
i will hold you close.
you are like an addiction.
i could write a book on
your troubled thoughts
that you’ve tried to
throw into a locked cupboard
i don’t need to live for
meeting once in a poem
with the one i love,
NeroxMae: Moving OnNeroxMae: Moving On4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hey.. Mae? Is that you?" called out the nicely dressed Roy Blackwell.
The male was wearing a black pin striped tuxedo that was nicely pressed. It was complimented with a white collared dress shirt and a satin red tie. His dark hair was styled and tousled with gel for the special occasion.
He had spent the entire night searching the crowd for Mae. He saw her silhouette from where he stood and was certain it was Mae.
"There you are. I haven't seen you all night. What are you doing out here?"
The scent of cinnamon candles drifted in the air and pleasant holiday tunes could be heard coming from the packed mansion. The Blackwell family was known to host some of the greatest parties. However, this did not perk even a bit of interest in the young girl that leaned against one of the mansion's pillars.
As he approached the girl, his grey eyes widened.
Mae turned her body in the direction of the familiar voice. Her soft face was paired with nude glossy lips and a slight hint of blus
Desiccated AffectionsThe windDesiccated Affections3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grasps, a rattling breath.
I can call the wind, tell it
To cease existing.
Black and blue bones,
Tattooed on pierced skin
With the mildew of un-wash tears
On the surface
Of abandoned faces.
To live alone,
to die alone
A rite of passage,
not found for love.
I am the definition of a heart broken soldier.
No more wars of the heart
As the sinew keeping the arteries connected
Are crumbling and deteriorating.
White rocked feet.
Burnout and parched lips.
I tried to kiss the heartbreaker
Her skin was made of starlight.
Truth is pale
Dishonesty is dark.
I am neither.
Or Am I Just Amazed at How I Fell?Love is a morbid curiosityOr Am I Just Amazed at How I Fell?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my dear,
You'd be a fool to fall into it
(I'm lost in a maze with no path
And no end
Is it a maze at all?)
All These YearsWhen I awoke in a cold sweat rightAll These Years2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the stroke of midnight
For five years straight
I would sit up in bed and shiver
Wide-eyed and naive
Because I was scared the boogeyman would get me
I stopped getting the nightmares
But I still woke up at 12
Simply because it was routine
To hear the chime,
Glance at the blue glow of the new digital clock,
And shiver before
Making sure my hands and feet were tucked in safely
When I was older I learned some things
12 isn't an evil time, 3 is
The boogeyman didn't ever hide under my bed
No boo-ghosts would have grabbed at my wrists
And dragged me out of the house like I thought
I wish that they had.
I also learned the Why's
3 is when you wake up in tears
Over-thinking and numb with too much pain
To even comprehend
The boogeyman had always resided in my head
He was just less violent for a while
I am the only one to grab at my wrists
And when I do, it's to steady the shaking
So I don't go too deep
Or so that I can maybe stop the blood
From dirtying the fl
If the Memories DisappearedA child's dream wasIf the Memories Disappeared2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finally coming true
(Look to the second star to the right
You might see)
And he was better
Than she ever could
With smiles hidden in eyes (that actually gave a damn, for once)
Laughter hidden in smiles (all teeth, no lies)
Hugs that warmed her
Straight to the core
She wanted nothing more
But nothing lasts
Which has always been clear
To the girl with the sad eyes
And hope written clearly in her smile
But her connect-the-dot freckles
Told her all she needed to know
Because they could create anything
She could dream
And destroy it
A child with shattered dreams
And seasick love
Is not okay
But she is alive
Or a curse?)
I miss my big brother.I can't seem to wrap my head aroundI miss my big brother.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what you do to yourself.
You must be blinded by the smoke,
because you wouldn't do this
if you were thinking straight...
You're floating high high high
High all the time.
You don't know this,
but some nights I hear you
opening your window to
take another hit.
Some nights I hear you crying.
You're begging your friends for
something they do not want
to give you.
You're driving your girlfriend
off a ledge that she's
already been pushed off of too many times.
I've seen her scars.
You're pushing me off a ledge too,
But of course you don't.
You're starting to look a lot less
like the big brother that I love.
You don't seem to be him, though.
He used to tickle me,
and write songs for me
and sing with me.
Now when I look at you I just see
memories that won't repeat themselves.
I see red-rimmed eyes.
I see an addict.