I Need You.What if I need you to stop me?I Need You.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I need you to stop me making myself sick for the fifth time today?
What if I need you to stop me running that razor across my wrist tonight?
But I've got to not need you anymore...
Where are you?
Where are you when I swallow all those pills?
Where are you when I run out of a classroom bursting into tears?
But you're not here for me anymore...
Who can I talk to?
Who can I talk to when I don't want to eat for four days?
Who can I talk to when I can't take things anymore?
But you don't really care anymore....
Who can give me that support?
Who's going to tell me it's okay to be scared?
Who's going to give me that hug when I'm shaking?
But not you, because my problems aren't your responsibility anymore...
But now I am alone.
And I can't feel this way.... Not anymore.
Stenciled Smiles on Paper HeartsI don't like to feel this wayStenciled Smiles on Paper Hearts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There must be something I can say
Cause I hate just watching you
When I know the pain you're going through
You're not alone; I've been where you are
Contemplating where I'll place my next scar
Hiding razor kisses underneath long sleeves
It doesn't make it better; nothing is achieved
All you'll earn are the scars you've got and
The lesson learned is the lesson forgotten
You feel like no one's there, no one cares what you do
Let me put it to you straight: That is never true
I was shunned, pushed away many times before
Then I realized it was I who had closed the door
I took a chance and opened up to the people around me
Told them of my secrets, now their love surrounds me
You're not alone; I've been where you are
And I know that life sometimes seems so hard…
But believe me, from one person to another
To make a book better, you never destroy the cover…
You are worth it...
WantsI want to be the dark abyssWants3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Absorbing your chest cavity,
I want to be the one you miss
That holds you under gravity,
I want to be the deadly kiss
That settles your fatality
I want to be the broken veil
To sabotage the last good thing,
I want to be the things you fail
That finalize your will for trying
I want to be the hidden trail
That leads you to find everything
I want to be the last regret
That haunts you throughout every ring,
I want to be the dreary set
That gloomy sullenness would bring,
I want to be the thought of death
That savors all your suffering
I want to be the lies you tell
That lead you through your false deception,
I want to be the hopeless hell
That burns and distorts your perception,
I want to be the love you felt...
But that I am the one exception.
Love StinksWhen you are feeling sadLove Stinks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what's the sense in romantic songs?
Love is good, they say...
Did I learn it all wrong?
Heart is an attention whore,
love is a vanity game,
romantic stories are just lies -
Now cover your face, and hide the shame.
Forget the trifles and common sense,
remember this one thing:
No one cares about your feelings,
love is rotten and it stinks.
LifetimesA shadow of a memory,Lifetimes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A long-forgotten life,
Two lovers without symmetry,
A time of joy and strife.
Painful moments lost with time,
A shadowed shell of hurt,
A lullaby, a nursery rhyme,
A love that's lifetimes' worth.
A love forever kept so pure
That onlookers had wept,
A love that you could not endure,
A promise never kept.
Ever-Fading DreamYou are my direction,Ever-Fading Dream4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but you're more than what you seem;
you are my destruction,
you're my ever-fading dream...
Reality is so much worse
than the world inside my head,
where longing weaves a tangled web
of every word you've ever said.
Life is never quite the way
that love makes it appear;
Every time I think I'm close
I find I'm nowhere near.
If all my love has been in vain
have I ever loved at all?
Have I come this close to you
only now to fall?
I've danced alone with memories,
never knowing which were real -
the bitterness of loss,
or the joy I came to feel.
I cannot seem to separate
the truth from my desire;
despair and hope are intertwined,
crackling like fire.
Faith tells me to hold onto you
fear begs me to let go -
will I spend all my time waiting
just to be alone?
I stand before you motionless
not knowing what to say.
If I reach out to touch you,
will you fade away?
Like ripples fade across the surface
of my silent stream -
if I open up my eyes
I Am NormalMy breakfast was leftover pizza and coffee.I Am Normal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ride horses.
I like to write.
I like to draw too.
I am afraid of spiders,
I like Doctor Who and Hell's Kitchen.
I listen to all types of music.
I worry about how my hair,
Or my face,
Or my clothes look sometimes.
I have a secret dream to travel the world.
I want to be a veterinarian too.
I do not think I am that special.
I am normal.
I am bisexual.
Loving a WriterWhen you read their work –Loving a Writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it is work,
and you will often come second to the job –
it’s best to know which pieces are fictions,
which ones are wishes,
and which parts are for you.
LOVE IS LOVESome people are StraightLOVE IS LOVE3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while others are Gay
Some believe that Gays are a Sin
while others call it Love
Others are Bisexual
Who love both of the sexes
Many people call it a Sin
while others believe it isn't fake
There is nothing wrong with it
We are here to love one another
So why do people call us a Sin?
When to be Honest Love is a Beautiful thing
Many will think its wrong
while others think it's perfectly fine
Not all girls love Men
and not all Men love Girls
So why can't we all be equal?
Why must there be a Fight?
Maybe I will go to Hell
Cause maybe it is a Sin
If loving someone is a issue
if loving the same sex is wrong
Then maybe I don't want to be right
Cause I am here to Love who ever I want to Love
It Is (Depression)It is a shroud of black velvet.It Is (Depression)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is the violent ocean in the dead of night.
It is the monster in the shadows; the Vashta Nerada.
It is the final crash of symbols in Carmina Burana.
It is impossible to lift.
it is impossible to breathe.
It is impossible to see.
It is the only thing that can be heard.
It is why the stars disappear at night.
It is why every light drifts by without stopping.
It is why the gnawing starts and never ceases.
It is why nothing else matters in the end.
It is my disease.
It is my disability.
It is my misfortune.
It is my death sentence.
ConfusionI slowly open my eyesConfusion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unaware of last nights low
Then it hits me
Like a thousand knives
I lie in bed and begin to remember everything
Or was it a dream?
I check messages i sent last night
Nope,its the real deal
I get like this when someone i like
Knows i like them
Its an uncontrollable feeling
A defence mechanism
To stop me feeling pain from the rejection
Despite all the rejection I've experienced
I lie in bed and stare at the white ceiling
With music in my ears
My cheeks flush
I'm so ashamed
Do i apologise to him
Do i leave it?
I don't want him to think I'm weird
Or anything negative
I've heard too much negativity
Over the past 10 years
Why cant things be positive for once?
Unaware of things
He probably doesn't care
But stupid old me
Has to make things awkward
Ill risk what's left and tell him I'm sorry one last time..
Love AgainSome would tell me I love her too much:Love Again3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to feel special,
Wanted and desired.
As if I were your sun,
Because I'm your only one.
I spent a year giving my all,
In love with you I continued to fall!
Falling, not knowing I was actually crashing.
I survived; This time at least,
But my heart suffers for it.
It is fragile and petrified,
All night I had cried.
There is no he in lesbian,
So stick to me if you can.
But babes not only that,
"If you can," will not be good enough!
*Leave "he" far behind!!!*
Because to be with me it is a must,
Otherwise where's the trust?
No trust means no respect or true love,
Dash me to the rocks: be done.
If you cannot resist,
If temptation is stronger than love?
Don't make me suffer like you hate me,
Instead, let me go like you love me...
DifferentI am differentDifferent2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
No different than the one
Who claims to be some
The World offers HopeI rarely delve into the realm of sappy, sugary musings on the world. When I feel driven to write, it is usually because something angered me or concerned me or I want to address a problem. I write to make my voice heard when I feel something is wrong. But maybe I need to spend a little more of my time writing about the things that I appreciate. After all, in a few years, I will probably look back at my complaints about a certain law or person or idea that bothered me and feel it is a little outdated. On the other hand, those things that made a positive, life-changing impression on me will stick with me for a lifetime. This is one of those things.The World offers Hope3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A year and 7 months ago, I left my home country, the USA, to study abroad in Germany at an international school called Jacobs University. I had completed my Bachelor degree just three months before and I was eager to dive into an all-new life with all-new exper
love_5Lately, I've had some trouble with my own sexuality. Where I'm supposed to fit in.love_53 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I've loved guys and girls before. There are people that I love very much. Does this make me gay or straight?
Would that really matter in the grand scheme of things? I think that love is beautiful. In all it's forms.
And I really do believe in love, and happiness. I don't like seeing people cry, or being hurt.
Should I be ashamed, or scared, or afraid to love someone? I don't think so.
Maybe there is no where for me to fit in. But that's still okay. Isn't it?
I don't judge other people. Because I don't want to be judged myself.
Love is something that should be embraced. Not frowned upon to looked down upon.
And I hope that one day, we can all accept people for who they are. And love them for who they are.
Becoming UnjudgedBecoming Unjudged3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And engulfed society
It's hard to believe-
That some of us still have our humanity
And there are those who still cannot see
The damaged moralities-
That were bestowed from a corrupted creed
You don't know the heavy burden that each of us carries
As gray as gray can be
Told that the way I am is wrong
I was taught to fear the real me!
Learning to hate differentiality
Hearing whispers all around
I despised my own identity
Things need to change now!
Some of us don't even make it that far / It's not what you do- but who you are
None of us should ever live in the dark / There will always be a spark in our hearts
Heads held high
Let the true colors show
Revealed in the light
There's no reason to hide anymore!
Take control of life
Get rid of past remorse
Leave it all behind
Happiness is worth fighting for!
Conceals a lesson
One that's worth the cost
Each of us deserves a clear conscience-
The hope that we carr
The 13th Hour- MistakeTick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock on Tikhs wall sang to her as she toyed with a piece of thread. It was not one from and hourglass, much to her dismay, but it was a fun toy nonetheless. Her long fingers wove the thread into impossibly complex and beautiful designs and she giggled at each one before unthreading it and starting over again.The 13th Hour- Mistake7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Finally she looked over at her partner, who was lounging on a couch reading a book.
Tokh, she drawled, how long has it been in the world since we set her up?
Tokh looked up from his book and pulled a pocket watch from his coat. He flipped it open and studied the twenty golden hands that moved across the face.
I would guess about a week or so.
Tikh frowned. A week?
Tokh sighed. Seven days.
Really, Tikh, you should learn the human units of time better.
Tikh made a face. Those are boooring.
Regardless, they are important.
Ring Out Through RedwallThe bells they toll no more from the Tower tops of Redwall AbbeyRing Out Through Redwall4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No more do the smells of Cavern Hole smell of the greatest smells that its Abbey Cooks can prepare for a wary friend that comes to visit this great place.
The Dibbuns have ceased their scurrying.
The Sick Bay Rooms have since become a fleeting memory of ill and injured alike who have seen the inside of it, attended to by dearest Sister that cares for the sick and afflicted.
Great Hall no longer rings out with the joyous laughter, songs, and dances of merry creatures; both you and old, new and forever kindled ones.
Creatures big and small, badger high and vole low.
Father Abbot's prayers of blessing over the day's meals are silent now; they hang now in the rafters
The Gate House is now a closed off reminder of the past where aged old books of old hold all the histories of Redwall, young and old, past and present Abbots and Abbetess...
Martin the Warrior's sword, remains forever betwixt Cavern and Hole as does his image