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Do You?Every scar tells a story...Do You?4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A cross for the time I doubted God,
Four down the middle,
Because three was odd.
One for the insults,
And how my heart breaks.
Seven for the time he was ripped away.
Eight for the time you left me alone,
Six for the time,
I lost my home.
My scars talk.
And you listen.
But you don't hear.
You don't hear,
My doubts and fears.
My insecurities and confusion,
They do not exist in your illusion.
I have been ripped away from what I need.
And what I need,
Is to grieve,
And bleed.
My scars tell a story.
I have a reason for what I do.
My scars tell a story.
But you don't hear,
Do you?
ScreamingScreaming on the inside,Screaming2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smiling on the out.
I don't need this torture;
I don't need this doubt.
I'm sick of denial;
I'm sick of these lies.
Once, just once,
My smile should reach my eyes.
My scars are fading;
My courage is gone.
Everyone's jaded,
It's time I move on.
To a world with no sadness,
Lies,
Or fear.
A world of wonder,
Lingers near.
A slip of the knife,
Like a slip of the tongue.
I've ended my life.
I'm finally done.
I Have Never Really Known YouI see you're hurting.I Have Never Really Known You2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I try to help.
I can't reach you.
Can anyone else?
The one who loves you,
Does he hear your plea?
If anyone does,
It's not me.
I know you are strong,
But it's okay to be weak.
It's okay to fall down;
It's okay to be meek.
Before you fall,
In that briar patch,
You should know,
I have your back.
We laugh,
Together.
We cry,
Together.
Soul Best Friends For Like,
Fucking Ever.
Our time together,
Will never pass.
Jump off a bridge,
I'll get on my boat,
And save your ass.
I Met MeToday I met a girl,I Met Me2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and she asked, "How are you?"
"Just fine," I replied.
She said, "No, tell me what's true."
Perplexed, I stopped and stared.
She was young, no older than eight.
Her eyes were still innocent.
They knew no hate.
"What did you say?"
I asked in confusion.
"You know what I mean," she said.
This girl was in a delusion.
Trying to be kind,I replied,
"No I do not."
She frowned and replied,
"You lie quite a lot."
Now I was agitated.
What does this girl know?
Acting like she's so intelligent.
I'll just tell her to go.
"Let me explain!"
She exclaimed in haste.
"I know you're not alright.
I know you feel misplaced."
What?
How in
The MonsterI can't trust;The Monster2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't love you.
The monster,
It's overpowering.
I'm not strong enough;
It has invaded me.
Every organ,
Every cell,
Every molecule,
Has been destroyed,
And taken over by something that isn't human.
It has to be something else;
It has to.
I wouldn't cut myself.
I wouldn't hate myself,
Or starve myself,
Or lose myself in a sea of hatred,
Of bloodlust,
And sorrow.
Would I?
The Shams of What RemainsMorals are so hard to cling to,The Shams of What Remains2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When everyone's doing drugs.
Crimes are committed everywhere,
And everyone's a thug.
Being a virgin isn't a virtue,
You hide it away with shame.
Yet while all of drink and smoke,
Proudly I proclaim,
Alcohol, I know not the taste.
Smoking, I do scorn.
I shall not look,
While away you waste,
Looking so forlorn.
I am my own person,
And my morals I hold dear.
I quietly sit at home,
While my friends win "Stupidest Decision of the Year."
Though I'm not perfect,
And I'll never claim to be.
My peace of mind is worth it,
So I'll be true,
To me.
Screamed NoYou said no,Screamed No2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but he said yes.
How were you to know
what would happen next?
How could you know
that he'd push you down?
How could you know
you'd hit the ground?
How could you know
he'd rip off your shirt?
Tossed it away,
covered in dirt.
You didn't know
he'd have you pinned.
Because how could you know
that this would happen?
That your shirt would come off,
jeans un-zip.
That your heart would falter
with the rhythm of his hips.
That you would scream no,
as he groaned yes.
Not Good EnoughNot good enough for me,Not Good Enough2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
not good enough for you,
maybe all the insults
are simply what's true.
What can I say?
Nothing, I'm done,
so sick and tired
of having to run.
So this is the end,
the last puzzle piece,
the very last straw,
the pain will soon cease.
I won't have to struggle.
There will be no pain,
and everyone's lives
will go on quite the same.
Because I am just me.
The greatest disappointment of all.
So say good-bye,
as I start my free fall.
Tragic ValentineWhen I look in your eyes,Tragic Valentine3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see the rest of my life.
I love you,
I do.
And I know you love me too.
A ring on my finger,
And another on yours.
We know each other.
We have no doors.
Even though we're separated,
By six feet of dirt.
The words you whisper,
Still heal my hurt.
The way you exist,
Inside my head,
A figment of the imagination,
Can never be dead.
I am yours,
And you are mine.
I will always love you,
My tragic Valentine.
Coming Apart at the SeamsAgain my arms have paid the price,Coming Apart at the Seams3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the pathetic thing,
I call my life.
Cuts up and down,
Decorating my arm,
Keeping me safe,
From emotional harm.
Guarding my soul,
All through the night.
Showing that there is darkness,
Even in light.
So no matter how much I try,
To just go past,
The scars on my arms will always last.
They'll line up,
With the ones in my heart,
Until the day,
I finally fall apart.
Society and What She IsEvery smile is a lie.Society and What She Is4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every laugh is a lie.
Every single time I say I'm okay,
I lie.
I have never been happy.
I learned that I need to hide,
Hide the depression,
Hide everything that is wrong.
Hide what I feel,
Because society thinks it is wrong.
Society,
And it's uniformity,
It's disgust,
Press down on me like an anvil.
Society is breathing down my back,
Analyzing me,
Like I am not human.
Like I am not one of them.
I do not conform,
So Society makes me believe I am wrong,
A freak,
A science experiment.
Society makes me this.
I could be normal,
But for
Society.
ScarsWe all have our scars.Scars4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shattered dreams and broken hearts.
Sometimes you see,
Sometimes you don't.
Sometimes, though,
Sometimes you won't.
You won't see,
What's so plainly there.
You won't see,
For fear of a scare.
Fear clouds you eyes,
Then you become blind.
You are blind to everything,
Except for you.
No matter what,
Selfish is everything you do.
Scars are always there,
Etched in your skin,
And the follicles of your hair.
We all have our scars.
Self MutilationYou’re cryingSelf Mutilation3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the tears are starting to blur your vision
And you’re struggling to breathe over
The tightness in your throat
You reach blindly
For the one thing that could make it all better
Your razorblade
As you cry and cry
And shake and shudder
You slice away
At every visible inch of skin you have
You can’t see at all now
Over the tears running down your face
So you just cut
And cut
And cut
You’re not paying any attention them really
Just basking in the searing pain they cause
But you don’t realize
That as you’re cutting
You’re going deeper
And deeper
Your cuts are crisscrossing e
What is Valentine's Day?Valentine's Day.What is Valentine's Day?3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's a day that couples kiss,
We reunite,
With ones we missed.
We open doors for perfect strangers;
We embrace love and say,
"Screw the dangers!"
It's a day that kids say,
"Ew!"
"Gross! Get a room!!"
They eat candy and snack;
Give out cards to their class.
Tape together,
A couple of lovers.
Eat all the chocolate,
We get from our mothers.
Go see a movie,
With some friends.
On Valentine's Day,
This is how it ends.
So enjoy it while you're young.
You don't have much time.
So go,
Have fun,
And Happy Valentine.
Butterfly ScreamsIt's fun,Butterfly Screams3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Isn't it?
Hurting me?
Killing me?
Watching me bleed?
Mocking me?
Striking me?
Ignoring my needs?
Destroying who I am,
And all I'll ever be.
But you wouldn't stop,
That I can see.
The butterflies in my stomach,
Scream as the hurtful words
Pin them to corkboard.
I'll cut myself,
And bleed.
I'm gonna lay down,
And hear the butterflies scream.
"Don't even worry."
"I'm perfectly fine."
Words are sandpaper,
And a couple of lies.
So while I'm here,
Down on the floor;
Do your worst,
Your worst and more.
So I'll lay down,
And bleed.
Even when I'm gone,
The butterflies will still scream.
It's My LifeLeave me alone.It's My Life2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I get inspiration from my depression.
I find bravery,
In my regression.
The cuts on my wrist,
Are a pattern of inspriration.
But others say,
They're an aberration.
Don't try to fix me.
This is who I am.
This is my life.
To change it,
I'll be damned.
I refuse to be changed.
So good luck trying.
On the surface, I look happy,
But inside I am dying.
Give it a rest,
And let it be.
You should give up.
You can't fix me.
ImperfectionI am imperfect and I am okay with that.Imperfection2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am loved because I am imperfect
Not because I am fake
But because I am real
I'm done with this shitNo more worriesI'm done with this shit2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
No more fears
I'm done looking back
I'm done reliving these nightmares
No more problems
No more regrets
I'm done with this bullshit
I'm done with this drama
I don't want people to hate me
For who they think I am
I want people to hate me
For who I really am
OvercomeThe power of Christ compels you!Overcome4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Leave me alone!
The power if Christ compels you!
Go back to your godforsaken home!
No! You can't do this!
How are you still here?
Stay in the pentagram!
You're supposed to disappear!
Oh, I understand.
My faith wasn't enough to be strong.
So now I'm here with you,
In Hell where I belong.
I'm supposed to be here,
Or at least that's what you say.
But unlike you,
My faith grows everyday.
God will save me,
That I surely know.
You think I belong here,
But really I should go.
My faith in God, my spirit,
Both you tried to kill.
I know that I'll get out of here.
Someday,
I will.
ProsetryI can't see the light;Prosetry2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does that mean I'm blind?
I can't hear the truth;
Does that mean I'm deaf?
I can't feel the happiness.
I can't smell the new air.
I can't hear the song of the new day.
I can't see the changes that I've made in the lives of others.
I just can't.
And so I'll use my imagination.
I'll use it to "see" the wonderful world outside
With it, I shall "hear" the nice things people say.
I will "feel" the love that we have for one another.
I will "smell" the fresh flower bed.
And I will understand why people hide in the deepest recesses of their mind. They want to hide away from the horrors of the world outside and live in their
Color Me EqualSo I don't know youColor Me Equal2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you don't know me
We just met each other
But you tell me who I should be
So I don't wear the right clothes
I don't fit to the norm
I believe in what I want too
I don't fit to your designated form
You have a different back ground
And there are many stereotypes
I don't believe in your god
And I'm what they call white
Every one is different
We all deserve to be
Though we are the same underneath
We are humans who can be anything
Let me love who I love
And you can follow your own heart
I know we can't change everything today
But maybe today we can start
MeMy name is unloved,Me2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
hopeless,
and haunted.
I live in hell,
cowering away,
curled up in my shell.
I dream of death,
escaping this place
by ceasing my breath.
This is me,
crying in despair,
wishing to be free.
Will I ever know joy,
or will I stay here forever,
your broken little toy?
Sta.sh
