Fake Friends And See Through Lies"I'm fine"Fake Friends And See Through Lies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
How dare you people listen to my lies. They are more see though than a window, yet you say nothing more.
"I asked her how she was and she said fine"
Yeah that's what I said, but what I meant was completely different. Instead of helping me, you leave me alone. You did your job, good for you! No, you did the bare minimum. A.k.a nothing.
I'm not fine
I'm not alright
And I'm defiantly not happy
I'm so sick I rip at my own flesh
Trying to get the hell away from all the sadness of this world
You really want to know how I feel?
And I'm tired of this shit
Let me tell you a story
About a poor little girl
Who got left alone,
Just like me
She went crazy
And tried to kill herself
So many times she lost count
The only reason she's still alive today
Is that God refused to allow her to die.
Did you like that story?
Did you know it's true?
Do you even care that that's my story?
Or that I need help?
You ignore me
Try to make me
I Am SchizophreniaShh.I Am Schizophrenia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Are you okay?"
Turn off the light.
"What are you doing?"
You can't fight the shadows.
They'll kill you if you tell.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your eyes.
Cover them again.
Lock the door.
Now you're trapped.
Lock it again.
Don't take the medication.
Don't drink the water.
Don't eat your dinner.
"I don't know you anymore. Who have you become?"
I am a nobody.
I am Schizophrenia.
I am death
"... I don't know."
Color of BlueWe come, skin tinted the color of frost,Color of Blue1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Color of cold, color of blue.
They shout, carrying words with the wind, preaching,
"People are equal," but people are lost.
Little lies, the size of snowflakes drift,
Landing on hopes, landing on dreams.
Our hearts, with winter's tears touching it, freeze,
Numbing it until the blood turns blue.
For some, the cold beats them down,
Chilling their warmth, chilling their light.
Their blood, turning into blue ice shatters,
Finally cracking under the pressure.
We're told, with wide expecting eyes,
Reach for better, reach for perfection.
Blue blood, polluting our minds with every expectation,
Only beating for the lies we believe.
We travel, lost in a world of people,
Searching for worship, searching for praise.
The sun, blazing truth on our perma-frosted bodies,
Attempts to make blood the color of love once more.
This WorldI look around and I see these people, their faces are all the same, these mindless drones. They have no eyes for they do not wish to see. They have no ears for they do not wish to hear. They have no limbs, for they do not wish to do anything. But they have mouths. Their mouths are complaining and groaning in distress.This World2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why is it my life is so horrible?"
"Why do I have no future?"
"Why do I have no money?"
"Why does the world do nothing?"
And as I walk, I look around and see all these people are the same. They all have no eyes. They all have no ears. They all have no limbs. For they want none of that. But the more I walk; I realize they never cease to groan. The longer I listen; I realize that in their selfishness they wallow, unwilling to help others, gluttonous in their own selves. They feed off themselves in their blind, deaf worlds, unwilling to see or hear the one beside them, just out of reach of their useless bodies. They created this world they live in, believing if th
Because I Love YouI feel like crying,Because I Love You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I have no tears
I need to cry
But I can't
I need you to
To love me,
Don't ever leave
Just stay by my side
And I'll stay by yours
'till your last
Just don't go I need
Because there's nothing
Else that's good
In this world
Just think of all
The tears that
Would stream down
My face if you
That would be the one thing
I could shed tears for;
Just don't go,
Don't leave me forever
Please stay for the rest
Of our lives
I want you to stay
Because I love you.
Fallen HillsBroken heart,Fallen Hills3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stand with me,
We'll help each other through
Darkness surrounds me
B e a u t i f u l.Tears roll down her cheeksB e a u t i f u l.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he kisses them away lovingly;
she flinches warily from his touch.
He takes her chin between his fingers,
turning her face up to his own.
Don't look at me.
Her beautiful blue eyes swim.
He is confused.
Why not, darling?
A sob wracks her body,
along with a fresh wave of tears.
His eyes fill with loving concern.
You're not ugly.
He leans closer -
a soft gasp escapes her -
their faces inches apart.
You're beautiful, baby.
He kisses her soft lips,
and for the first time in her life
she feels utterly beautiful.
Misunderstood SorrowI'm sorry I'mMisunderstood Sorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry I
I am so screwed
I'm sorry I
I'm not perfect
I'm sorry I'm
That mattered to you,
Now for sure
Now you wont
All the things
If you don't
If you walk
If you look
Down on me
If I end my
I hope you
The Forward MovementThe Forward Movement1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my feet, the forward movement from where my future calls.
Once again I will shed my skin,
leaving behind the marks of where I've been.
ScreamIt rips through the air, peircingScream10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the still silence and with it
myself. Crushing the critical
criticism that there's nothing
there and all that we do to
prepare has left us nothing
but naked and bare and the pain
that it invokes causes nothing
but forelorn dispair till
there's nothing left and no
one to care. To be, or not
It kills me a little, slicing
through the hopes and the ropes
that suspend such thoughts and
ideals but they're gone with
the rest of the speal and is
it all really a great big deal
in all that has been deamed
realities real? And if it is
and this is all just a great
big joke from the bloke down
to his last gram of coke, then
what the fuck are we?!?!?!?
Pointless, precious, permiscuous
questions that have no answears
and bear no meaning but that
of those in the mind of a man
in the state of a start of a
damned, dementiated dream
though we all stand around
sardonic sadistic substantiated
buildings with the horror
rising up like a beam, we
stand aroudn with our
Five Dads Five DadsFive Dads1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this life I've had 5 dads
A story behind each one
In this life I've had 5 dads
All of them claimed to call me son
The first couldn't control his urges or desires
So he grabbed a women, and by force I was sired
To this day I look in the mirror,
and I see the scars of his past
I was a child never wanted, it was never meant to last
The second took me in, when I was cast out
He raised me and loved me, till a new wife came about
I guess it goes to show
That with affection you never know
What is real and what is fake
Even if a young boys heart is at stake
The third was a savage, that claimed protection and comfort
So my mother took him in, but only pain did he contort
The first month was great, everyone was happy
But then quickly the beatings
Ended every dream that was sappy
As the police car pulled away
My heart laid shattered and broken
But the story does not end
The fourth nightmare must be spoken
He claimed to be a man of honor and respect
But when he was
How to Fix The WorldHow to Fix The World1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
an execution, while play
The howling strings
Of the cellos
Of the veins
Of the time
To the discord
Are the who and what,
the how and the why
Ever lost to that
of the cords
of the strings
of the howling
"Fix this", they cry,
the masses whose
words fester and boil,
carried words, spoken indirect
of the leaders
of the struggles
of the home
of the brave
The final breath
of humanities dying words
"in ashes, from ashes"
She speaks, so melancholy
of the future
of the present
of the past
"World!" She pleads
with a cry, so finishing
"Heed and listen!"
To them she speaks
Of the necessary
of the desired
of the curses
of their blessings...
The Smooth Absence of ScarsPlease God,The Smooth Absence of Scars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make this just be a dream.
Tell me it's all just a nightmare
inside my head
and I'll wake up soon
to find myself in eighth grade again.
I want to go back to when life was simple;
back to when I ate without worrying,
dressed without caring,
and loved without doubting.
Back to when my sister
was only a doorknob away;
back to when I could tell my mom
and I enjoyed my father's company.
I remember I couldn't wait
to grow up and be a junior
now how I wish I could go back.
I miss the monotony of middle school,
the innocent crushes that never went farther
than holding hands;
I miss wanting my mom's arms around me,
and my crazy optimistic outlook on life.
I miss the boundless energy
that comes with adolescence,
the easy, natural ripple of bone
beneath my shirt,
the smooth absence of scars
and bleeding ribcages.
make this just be a twisted nightmare.
Tell me it'll all be better tomorrow
and I won't wake up
with an aching throat
and sore wris
RepossessionYour words tore into my abdomen like vultures feeding onRepossession1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the raw emotion their filthy wings stirred up from the dust.
My ribs cracked from the blow.
But, I think sometimes
of how these were the ribs
that should have chased you away from me,
quietly wondering how you managed to
slither past this cage of bone and flesh
to engrave your fingerprints into my marrow.
You were sweat & spice & scars-
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.
(I want my insides back.)
The end of a worldAs I look out the window and see the clouds of smokeThe end of a world4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
People are leaving their house,
With their face drained of hope
Close by I see people crying,
In the distance I hear people screaming
The worst is happening,
Only this time we’re not dreaming
The faithful are gathering,
Holding hands and praying
The tainted are bargaining,
Taking anything that can be taken
The weak are jumping off buildings,
Leaving blood on the pavement
Large scale of suicides
Whether by knife, gun, or hanging
It’s anarchy out there
And it has only begun
I’m damned to the flames
Because my sins can’t be undone
summertime.i've realized i miss you most in the summer. when we were together, we belonged to the cold; trees would lose their leaves, winter winds would blow, but the summer was ours. it was a time when we could leave essays and exams behind and start dreaming. a time for stargazing and raindancing and treeclimbing. for the wild. for us.summertime.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i feel so out of place. in the light of a bonfire or the wind of a highway, i find myself thinking: you would have loved this. and i get lost in memories of running through a subway station, reaching for lights across the dark ocean or swinging by a lake and dangling our feet in the stars.
this has always been a season of early sunrises and fast-moving clouds. of picking strawberries and meeting strangers. i thought june would last forever.
but it's august. and back then, whenever i drove home at midnight or walked across the city at dawn, you were by my side. you feel far away from me, and listening to your music doesn't bring you any closer. i mi
SchizophreniaSmile.Schizophrenia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What are you doing?"
Trying to escape.
Look behind you.
Are they there?
You'll never understand it.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your ears.
They want you to die.
They're out for you.
Shut the door.
Lock it again.
"Are you okay?"
You'll never make it.
Fall to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you going through?"
"What's wrong with you?"
... "I don't know."
wrists that roarmama sayswrists that roar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pull down your sleeves
they'll see, they'll see
but no-one's even looking
i say mama
tigers are proud and strong
and tigers show their stripes
so today i'm a tiger
and who says
i can't be a tiger
when razors made me fierce
and secrets kept me lonely
i can't tiger-roar
when everything unsaid
ripped my throat raw
i made my stripes
with tiger-claws and tiger-teeth
so damned if i'm not a tiger
and damned if i won't roar
mama, i'm a tiger
mama, hear me roar
GravityGravity,Gravity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Autumn wanted to learn
So, the galaxy of dead trees
coiling in your lungs
devoured her spine.
a lifeline wrapped around
her neck like a noose;
an orange and red
& you said "God bless your
heart." like some divine
higher power could forgive
her for loving you.
lower_casei have not read enough poetrylower_case1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i am not one to muse
or maybe think
but i do have
i am one student in a freshman course
why so many poets use only
is it artistic
is it sexy
to write as if
you do nothing but whisper
i want to be loud
the survivors of death
to remember me
i will not mutter
like a fetus
perhaps there is
nothing to this
but there is value
in knowing how to yell
and in absolute