Break AwayI am a ticking time bomb on the insideBreak Away3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am also a mirror
Evey time I get hurt I get cracked
Also the bomb gets closer and closer the going off
One day the mirror shattered I was hurt so bad
I couldn't pick up the pices
I walked to a real mirror in punched it to see what I looked like on the inside
After I punched it it broke and feel to the ground
I'm bleed on my hands and wrist
I'm laughing but there tears are rolling down my face
I'm broken and I'm trying to break away
Whispering NumbersI have dyscalculia.Whispering Numbers2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You might be thinking: 'The hell is that? It sounds like a monster from Greek mythology, or a name from an Asimov novel.'
I'm disappointed to tell you that dyscalculia is neither of those things, though I deeply wish it was. No, dyscalculia isn't romantic nor fantastical; neither is it cool, in case you're wondering. Dyscalculia has been described as the reverse of dyslexia. While dyslexia effects one's ability to comprehend language concepts, dyscalculia is the inability to understand mathematical principles. Not only can dyscalculia make it nearly impossible to absorb the lessons most 'normal' students take for granted, it can also effect a person's ability to tell time, differentiate between directions, and read sheet music.
Let me tell you, it's a pain to stare at an analog clock and have to spend minutes trying to deduce the time. As a person who's been involved in choral groups, I can also vouch for how much of a hassle not being able to read sheet music is; l
Strangle Me.Wrap your hands,Strangle Me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Around my neck,
Down to my knees,
Mush my mouth,
Tell me that you love me,
Make me fall.
Bruise me as I bawl,
Just love me.
Tie me up,
Throw me down.
Just hurt me,
I can't breathe.
Mommy Please stop cryingMommy please stop crying!Mommy Please stop crying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mommy where did that bruise come from
It looks black and blue and painful.
Mommy why are you wearing those glasses
Is it to cover up what daddy did?
Daddy why did you hurt mommy?
Daddy don't lie I saw you hurt mommy
When I was hiding under the stairs
I saw you make her cry.
Daddy why are you mean?
Daddy what is in that bottle?
I don't like when you are drinking
It makes you mean
It makes you hurt mommy
Mommy please stop crying!
Mommy, daddy please stop fighting
I can't stand to listen.
Do you fight because of me?
daddy don't hurt mommy I can leave
just please stop fighting please.
Daddy what did you do?
Mommy stopped crying
But now you are being taken away by men in blue.
Is it true?
Is mommy with the angels?
I don't understand you hurt mommy
But mommy isn't crying.
Men in blue
Can you bring mommy back
Please don't take daddy away
Please don't leave me alone.
Please tell me why?
Why did mommy leave me?
Why are you taking daddy away?
My Brother's Freedom-APH Inspired PoemMy Brother's Freedom-APH Inspired Poem4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Brother’s Freedom
Why didn’t he come home last night, you ask?
Well, why ask me?
I think we both know why my brother
Decided no to come home last night.
It was you!
It was you who yelled at him!
You called him useless,
And a dozen other terrible things,
And now you come to ask me where he is?
After putting up with you yelling at him
For so many years,
I’m surprised he held on so long!
The brother I know and love
Was a wild, free spirited young man.
He would do what he wanted
Not what others wanted him to do.
That was the brother I knew!
The brother I trusted!
The brother I loved!
The brother I looked up to!
You crushed his free spirit!
Like a fruit between your hands
Until the juice would run down your fingers.
Why were you always on his tail?
Always watching him,
Making sure he wouldn’t stray.
You made sure not even one toe was out of line.
But we both know that wasn’t like him.
He told me over and over,
That it felt li
Phases Of MePhases Of MePhases Of Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Speak and Listen
Hear me out is what I ask for
Let me Speak before you walk the door
Lend me you ear when I try telling you what's true
Hear my Words when I tell you what's true
Cries and Sighs
Tears trickle from the eye
A little Huff is my sigh
The Wet liquid that drips down my face
The Quivered breath that slows my pace
Truth and Lies
Giggle your joy in spreading the lies
Whimper a little with your silent cries
Your faulty imperfections and our little mistakes
Help us succeed in the friendships we break
Me and You
What happened to me and you
I'll tell you what happened what is true
You decidedto ignore me and what I said
So now I hope it's guilt that swallows you along with Dread
Broken yet Whole
Shattered remains of who I was and when
The actions we spoke keep m
Your PointYour pointYour Point3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Judgeful. Remarks of anger or tears. Pity.
Ha! Why me? Question: "Why not?"
Stuck up. Rude. Quick to yell and argue. Not me. You.
Hate. Such a strong word. Perfect on how I feel on you.
Miserable you make me? No, sick indeed.
Attempts to ruin my life. In the end you hurt no one... But yourself.
Whats your point. In making me ill. You like the hearing of whimpers?
Or seeing faces of pale and dread. Stupid. Weirdo. Misfit. Loser.
Describes you perfectly....
Feeble and pathetic. Worthless and weak. No longer...Alive
A zombie to the mimicking voices of people today. Why?
I don't understand. Me. Why? Why torment the scared, the fearful, the tearful.
But out of all. Out of all the remarks. The abuse. The emotion. I still don't get Your Point.