My Unborn ChildTo my dear, sweet unborn childMy Unborn Child3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry for the world you've been brought into.
I'm sorry it's not perfect
and no one trusts easily.
I'm sorry we've screwed everything up.
Blame your ancestors for the past, me for the present, and you for the future.
To my small, unknowing unborn child.
I'm sorry you might not be accepted.
Brush them off with laughs and smiles.
I'm sorry that society is dumb.
That if you're different you're shunned.
It was the same for us.
To my naive and foolish unborn child.
Be stupid in your twenties.
Be comfortable with who you truly are.
To my silent and still unborn child.
Curse at the skies.
Curse the government.
Live without bounds.
But don't do anything you'll regret.
Society will hang it over your head.
Races Of ArdaRaces of ArdaRaces Of Arda8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mondays child has elven grace
Tuesdays childs of mortal race
Wednesdays child has bark not hair
Thursdays child is foul not fair
Fridays child lives in a hole
Saturdays child builds halls of stone
But the child who is born on a Sunday
Does magic spells so stay away!
J. R. R. TolkienJust see who entersJ. R. R. Tolkien4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the realm of dreams
that none have seen
legends of old
Molding them into
Reaping the fruits
that in his mind grow
to rivers of words
that from his pen flow
Travel through the lands,
follow the dream
He gives you his hand...
Enter with him!
When I Was A BoyI was a boyWhen I Was A Boy8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was born
Right away I knew
Even though the doctor
Told my mother
Its a girl!
I knew he was wrong
I was a boy
When I was one
My mom could never get me
To wear pink clothes
Or dresses with frills
So she never tried that hard
I was a boy
When I was two
Proudly proclaiming to my mom
Im a boy today!
Everyday before preschool
Even though she tried to explain
That I could pretend to be a boy
But I wasnt
I was a boy
When I was three
Everyday at school
With my friends in the mudbox
Having mud fights
Not caring how much dirt I got in my hair
I was a boy
When I was four
Playing with my friends
Who were all boys too
Seeing how many raisins
I could shoot out of my nose
Or how much sand
Could fit in my overalls
I was a boy
When I was five
Still formidable in my pigtails
Still able to beat up any other boy
With a broken arm
Always on the boys team
During Cootie Tag
Wondering why the girls would never chase me
Invisible Wall - poem by Canada [ Hetalia ]No one ever sees meInvisible Wall - poem by Canada [ Hetalia ]3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They never notice
That I'm there
And the words I say
Are just whispers
Upon the air
And I wonder to myself
Am I just a shadow
In someone's eternal dream
Just a shadow
That is always there
But never seen
Will there ever come a day
When someone will see me
And notice that I'm there
Will they hear my words
Upon the air
And break down this invisible wall
That seems to surround me
Will I finally know the warmth
Of another's embrace
ThinkYou say I`m cold.Think2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You say I don`t want to be friends.
You say I keep to the shadows.
You say I don`t like people.
You say I`m weird.
I`m not cold, I`m shards of a person.
I`d love to be friends, but I`m scared.
I keep to the shadows to stay out of sight.
I like people but I can`t trust them.
Would you be warm if you`d been broken?
Would you be friendly if stabbed in the back?
Would you walk in light if darkness surrounded you?
Would you like people who made you want to die?
Would you be different?
Before you judge, make an effort to see.
Surfaces have depths, people have sadness beneath.
If I Could Send Post-It Notes Back in Timei.If I Could Send Post-It Notes Back in Time1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter how many times the world
says to “be yourself”
it will never accept you
when you are.
You’re on your own. Always.
Admit to yourself that you lie.
You don’t have to make it
a point of conversation with others
because most will not understand
nor love you regardless,
even though they do it too,
but admitting it to yourself
opens the door for growth and that
is very important.
There will be a boy who you find
sitting next to you in a library one day
and he’ll eventually ask you to do something.
The road to hell may be paved with good intentions
it’s better to do the wrong thing
than to do the right thing with your heart
not in the right place.
Learn to laugh more.
Life is much more bearable.
Don’t blame society for all your problems.
Don’t blame yourself for all your problems.
Don’t apologize for everything.
This is neither attractive nor healthy;
it makes you
It Was A DayIt was a day a little bit like todayIt Was A Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way the clouds threw shadows over the hill
the day you realized that you weren’t going to find your future.
You were never going to go to Mars
You were never going to open the door that led, inexorably, to Narnia
(or even Telmar, you weren’t picky, and you were confident of your ability
to lead the revolution.)
Inigo Montoya was not going to slap you on the back
and invite you to take up the mantle of the Dread Pirate Roberts.
There would be no sardonic Vulcans or Andorians;
you would never be handed an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.
That was a strange day.
It ranked up there with the day that you realized that everybody else saw the you in the mirror, not the you inside your head. Not the you that was lean and tough and clever, not the you with perfect hair and a resonant voice that never said “Um….?”
Not that you.
No, they got the one that was fat and wobbly and stiff inside with
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:To The Beautiful You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
That BloodThat Blood4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Torn in two,
The state of which,
We all seem into.
For our souls...
Why treat this Son like He hasn't a use?
As the blood drips down,
Pours from His veins,
With crying and screaming,
He endures the pain,
Walk from the dark,
Into the light,
Open your eyes,
Look at the beautiful sight,
Fall on your knees,
Inhale the love He's given you,
For over and over again,
Mistreat, and hurt this God...
Watch as the fire around,
Dies, and fades away,
Watch as your life,
Just know that He loves you,
Won't ever forsake us,
Even when we live in lies,
Malice, and lust.
Fall in love,
One love that won't end,
Take your torn,
Broken, beaten self,
Kill yourself to God, this flesh is spent...
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightI Am2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
compulsive liar.once i asked you your favouritecompulsive liar.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
"why not?" i reply.
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someone else for a day.
you make me a nametag with my
real name on it, and i just laugh.
(later i slip it beneath my mattress
and spend the night staring at the ceiling.
see, i've tried myself on one too many
times, and the fit is never right.)
you call me your little compulsive
liar, and i guess that is supposed
to be somewhat affectionate.
i spin before the mir
Message to Planet BugTell me who I ought to be.Message to Planet Bug12 years ago in Other More Like This
I don't listen.
Tell me what I must do.
I don't listen.
Why don't you ask me.
Ask me who I am.
Rather than telling me
Your opinion on what you don't know.
I see the world
I see you.
And I know that you are not me.
But you don't understand.
You don't see.
Enough with the lectures.
It's time for you to listen.
Gilraen's LullabySleep, my sonGilraen's Lullaby5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The night is a river
carrying you there
where silver stars shiver
On streams of dreams
to a land without sorrow
where boys have fathers
and the mounds are hollow
Sleep, my child
the sun hides till morrow
Her last rays a way
that elven ships follow
There, names are not secret
that can bring a danger
And father to child
doesn't have to be stranger
Sleep, my Hope
and hope of your people
Than mighty oak
your roots are deeper
Once you will know
the pride of the humbled,
the value of honour
and hopes of your kindred,
Sleep, my son
while darkness is soothing,
while you can rest
from the call of duty...
Once you will ride
to hardship and danger
and like your father
you will be a ranger
Sleep, my child
like in a nest eagle
when the stars shine,
distant and regal
Sleep, gain more strength,
and courage and strong will
that you will need
to grow and fulfil
Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wine until bottom
And pain of fame
He was my father
His anger like flood
We sealed our Oath
In fire and blood
The flame extinguished
By Oath we're still bound
Through tears and pain
No rest to be found
The blood on my hands
And my hand in chains
What was it for
When nothing remains?
The Light we sought, burns
So close, yet so far
We are not worthy
To touch a star
Burning flame, take me
And clean the stain
Take the cursed Jewel
And end my pain!
In fire it started
In fire it ends
Just like my father
The fire in my veins
Lament for the White Tree.Lament for the White Tree.11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sign of kings and Numenor's power,
Born from Celeborn's white flower,
Nimloth fair, tall did you grow,
But in Ar-Pharazon you found a foe.
Oh, Nimloth fair, blessed Tree,
The axe did fall, thrice times three,
Nimloth, who Yavanna adored,
Fell to blow from axe and sword.
Yet praises be to Elendil tall,
Who took, before Numenor's fall,
Nimloth's child, small and fair,
In Minas Ithil it blossomed there.
Though thrice it died, to plague or war,
Thrice the king a sapling saw.
Nimloth! Nimloth! Your name is fair,
Your children live whilst kings take air.
But now that time is gone and dead.
No king to lead the country's head.
Nimloth now has no heir,
Gondor has no king to care.
In the Steward's courtyard bright,
The last White Tree, no longer white,
Waiting for the king to come,
There are no Ages of the Sun.
The line of Numenor is gone,
Of those old kings there is not one.
Nimloth bright, you wait in vain,
The kings will not come again!
Ai, Nimloth! Fairer than Tinuviel,
In Numenor once you f
Calm on the OutsideShe's hurting,Calm on the Outside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's crying inside.
And hiding her eyes.
Yeah you wont,
hear a thing,
It's a-ll inside.
Her smile's a lie.
She stares out,
And wishes to die.
When she'll jump,
She'll finally fly.
See her face,
She's hiding it all,
So you wont,
Yeah you wont,
See her fall...
Calm on the Oustside, written by Emma Thrussell, 27/11/12