Her.I hate this. You have no idea how much I hate this. This lonely feeling that builds up inside, creating this dark isolation that keeps me caged up, alone with my thoughts. I see the way my friend looks at his girl, and the way she looks at him. Love. It's perfect. He'll wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear "Hey, you're beautiful. But you already knew that." And I know, that that's the kind of love that I desire. To be with the perfect girl. To wrap my arms around her and whisper lovely things into her ear. I want to hold her hand when we go on walks and talk in our personal inside jokes that only bring us closer. I want to have those phone calls, late at night, where we fall asleep still talking on the phone. I want to slow dance with her in the rain, and then looks into her beautiful eyes, whisper "I love you" and then lean in for a kiss. I want to be able to cook with her, take naps with her, take care of her when she's sick, lonely, scared. I want to be her protecter, her
Confession about me Silent StrengthI am strong, but please never confuse this strength with invulnerability.Confession about me Silent Strength2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do hurt.
I do cry.
I do love.
I do feel.
I do get crushed.
I do regret.
But please never think that while I may never show these things in front of you, that I don’t feel them.
Because I do.
More than you could ever imagine.
I’m a hyper sensitive person, forced into a role of strength.
It is just a rare occasion when my reserve breaks and I show it in front of people.
And when this happens, I reach a state of such openness and vulnerability that I fear.
Because I can withstand a thousand blows, but just one word can cut me down. And at that moment, I fear what could be said to me.
I’m very sorry if anyone who see this thinks of me as cold, or heartless, or unfeeling.
It's just in my life, I have had people who rely on me to be the strong one who keeps a level head and calm emotions.
And so when I break in front of someone, I apologize profusely.
Because what if they were someone that needed me
You didn't dare.She smiled,You didn't dare.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but it was fake.
but she's about to break.
She reached out,
but no one came,
tried to fake it,
but the pain stayed the same.
This girl, she called to you,
but you didn't care.
Something told you to help,
but you didn't dare.
What would the others say?
The ones who called her a freak.
They may taunt or shun you,
so you choose not to speak.
Then she decides to leave.
Because no one wants her here.
You'll never see her cry.
She'll never shed another tear.
I say NOI say NO to the colour of your skin,I say NO3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I refuse to look at that.
Would pigment determent my point of view?
I would deserve a smack to the head!
I say NO to whatever you may be,
Man, woman, they’re side by side.
Nobody is more important than somebody else,
So Gender is not how I divide.
I say NO to your age, even when it’s high,
Nobody is written off for me there,
Experience is something you have so much,
It’s a blessing, a gift you can share.
I say NO to your income,
Would I care about your account?
Not what you make but who you are,
I want YOU, not your money, around!
I say NO to your education,
No to the work you perform.
Rocket scientist, cleaner, whatever you do,
You’re a beautiful person, thát’s my norm.
I say NO to your background,
Why would I mind where you’re from?
I see who you ARE, not who you once WAS,
The past is erased, forgotten, gone!
I say NO to those things that split people apart,
I say YES to the people, whoever it is,
My MaskI put my mask on.My Mask3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Time to face the day.
Time to plaster on a smile.
Time to pretend it's okay.
I want to crawl in bed.
Leave the world behind.
You're too ugly to go out,
whispers my mind.
I know I am,
I stifle a cry.
I want to leave,
I want to die.
My mask is done,
and I have to go.
Time to face the people.
Time to put on my show.
F.O.R.G.I.V.E.F is for Feelings,F.O.R.G.I.V.E.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pain, anger, guilt.
O is for Outrage,
mountains from molehills built.
R is for Reasoning,
let common sense in.
G is for Genuine,
let healing begin.
I is for Ignore,
those screaming for vengeance.
V is for Validity,
give mercy a chance.
E is for Empathy,
support and don't revile.
Forgiveness is stronger,
than revenge or defile.
the one that lets it reside.
Forgiveness the one thing
that we all have inside.
The betrayal and anger,
that's felt can be so stark.
Often, I'll admit, it leaves
some emotional mark.
Forgiveness can strengthen,
if you just allow.
Forgiveness can build a bridge,
it's a start, anyhow.
Today, I cried.December 10th, 2012.Today, I cried.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today I cried.
I wasn't bullied today.
Neither was I bullied yesterday.
Nor am I going to be tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
And that was enough.
I succumbed to my emotions.
Today I cried.
I wasn't particularly weak today.
Neither was I weak yesterday.
Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
And I'm not ashamed.
I succumbed to my emotions.
But... I'm not ashamed.
Today I cried.
But that's just the way I am.
Once in a while, you just need a good cry.
To remind yourself of:
the little emotion you have left.
I Met MeToday I met a girl,I Met Me2 years 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."
How in the world?
Who is this little girl?
"But I'm here to say you'll be alright.
Though your friends will leave,
leave you feeling alone and cold,
you'll find a reprieve."
"So just stay strong
because I know you can do it."
How? Who are you?
I wished she would quit.
Suddenly it was silent,
and I turned to see,
but there was no one there at al
CruxI’m only sure of two things:Crux3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still carry pieces of your cross on my back and
lilies were your favorite flower
Those last three months-
A silent drive home from the mall
purse full of stolen makeup
Dinners with my family where no one
bothered to make the conversion
Endless hours spent looking at paint samples
and I was smart to not buy the brushes
The line at the liquor store blended
with the lines on the road
At the same time with you
Then it was summer and you talked me into a country drive. We stopped on the side of the road to watch a cow giving birth in the center of a pasture. But, the calf never rose to its wobbly legs or felt the heat of the Indian summer….it never tasted dandelions.
The mother stood by the calf’s body
long past nightfall
and I stood by yours
long after that
Was this what we meant when we said forever?
I (don't) want to be aloneI want to be aloneI (don't) want to be alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So no one can hear me screaming
So I can bleed out my pain
So I don't have to hide the problems
And the wounds
I want to stay here alone
Fighting my inner demons
With no help
Nobody to feel my pain
Nobody to fight for me
I want you to leave me alone
So you won't get caugh
In my spiral of darkness
And self destruction
Please (don't) leave me alone...
First friend, first loveI’ve been sitting alone for so longFirst friend, first love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I’ve forgotten the meaning of "friend"
But just when I started to think I don’t belong
You became a person that I could befriend
But as time passed along, you seemed like more to me
My heart would grow warm, every time we’d speak
But I just don’t know if we could ever be
But I’ll take the first step, to start something unique
Social PhobiaPeople scare meSocial Phobia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this world is a scary place
why is everyone staring at me?
They must think I'm not worth it
Hiding alone in the corner
crying my heart out
why is this world a scary place?
Why am I hiding all alone?
There is no true feeling
no fear that i ever had
a feeling of restlessness
a feel of hate and disgust
Why is it crowded around here?
why are they all looking at me?
I can't control these emotions
I need to hide from this world for good
1The moon and the stars13 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Are extremely lovely, but
You are much brighter
Lies.Her skin was so tight and crisp and with my touch it seemed like it melted away.Lies.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the color of caramel.
On her breasts there were goosebumps, as i brush my hand against it.
Her smell filled my nostrils and over took my senses.
She was there sitting in front of me. Begging me to eat her.
I must have her.
I undressed her hungrily, biting her, savoring her.
For i have waited to long for my princess.
With a tug, here there, her meat slipped away from her bone as she gave in to my lust.
"MICHAEL are you done with your fried chicken?!
Uh... Yes ma!"
And like that he left her naked and alone.
40. Dragonsdragon [drag-uhn]40. Dragons3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1.) a mythical creature generally represented as a huge, winged reptile with a crested head, enormous claws and teeth and usually spouting fire.
3.) a fierce, violent person.
I am the dragon, viewed as evil by all. I have no feelings. I'm a fearsome beast, horribly vicious and bloodthirsty.
All one must do to be a hero is to slay me and save the princess.
I hoard treasure. I am a villain. The bad guy.
But what if the princess
Grew tired of her parents that never understood
Why she got upset when they insisted she marry a prince
(Who could never really love her, not properly)
And came to me with tears in her eyes?
What if I had compassion on her
I'll build you a tower.
I can protect you from bothering princes and mean grandmothers and kings and queens
And you can see the stars out your window
You will always be with me
And you will be safe.
That one girlShe's that one girl you see with the pencil wovenThat one girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between her skinny fingers
She's the one who sits in the corner
instead of the middle of the room
The one who's always last to speak
The one who's words are kept secret to everyone
Always the one who bites
her own tongue
She's the girl who's beautiful
but doesn't think the same way
She's the one who can't be convinced
of the talents she holds
The flare that ignites the lives of the people around her
but she can't feel the heat for herself
She is weighed down by the insecurities she slings
over her shoulders
She's unconvinced of her own style
her own special self
She's the girl who paints
She's the girl who draws
She's the girl who writes
But second guesses every stroke of her brush
to every letter she prints
Shes that one girl whose eyes display a world
all her own
But she sees a somber world
staring back at her
Will you be my home?Will you be my homeWill you be my home?2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My gentle security?
Will you lift me away
With the caress of your arms
Warm me wholly
With the slighest brush
Of your lips?
Will you be my shelter
Even from my own tears?
Will you let me take you for granted
Let me wrap you around me
And rock me to my dreams?
Will you hide me away
Be the place of my safety
Be my happiness
Sheilded from a world of sadness,
Will you be my home,
My gentle security
Silently filling my life with love?
TransgenderTransgender I always thought strange.Transgender2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is in a pronoun change?
Don't understand what gender means.
Just a label it would seem.
Sealing yourself in a different box,
Boarded up, covered in locks.
Why can't we just break free?
Won't anyone join in with me?
No longer define by a gender.
No meaning behind him or her.
These labels won't get you far.
Everyone should be who they are.
ConfessionIf I was truly condemned for all that I am,Confession3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they wouldn't have given me you.
Tell me that there is a heaven,
because there is love.
Tell me that all will be forgiven,
even if it's just for a little bit.
Just give me this,
and tell me that it's going to be alright.
If you tell me it's alright,
I'll believe you.
I'm offering you my heart.
Take it and do with it what you wish.
Trample all over it.
Just promise me that the sun will come up tomorrow,
that you will always be strong and true to yourself.
Promise me, please, that you will
forget the mistakes of the past,
enjoy every second of the present,
and look forward to the future.
Take my heart and promise me, please.
And I promise you that no matter what happens,
when you look for me,
I will always be
bon appetitshe extracts her heartbon appetit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from her cavernous center
like a no-good tooth.
coughing, she serves it up
on fine painted ceramics.
he lifts his fork,
spears the meat.
chewing, jaw swaying,
he samples a bite.
then he frowns
and spits into
LifePassion.Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you do something because your gut tells you to
When you do something for the love of doing it
When you do something with no monetary goals.
is When it doesn’t matter how many times you talk to someone,
Every time you do it again, it’s a new, exciting, experience
When you do your job without ever having to work
When you can look in the mirror and feel pride without vanity
When a smile is on your face and you don’t know how it got there.
The state of being when you
do what you Love, and Love what you Do;
have Love and Passion
hope is a poisonous thingand i wishhope is a poisonous thing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the bottom of my
that i'll find
that i hate
more than myself.
the science of usacceleration = gravitational pull / massthe science of us7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You didnt send my heartbeat into a frenzy the first time I saw you. It was a month or two before I started feeling the little palpitations inside my chest and made sure that my hand accidentally brushed against yours every now and then.
(I wanted to make sure you got used to the feeling of my atoms colliding with yours.)
I told myself it was stupid and simply physical. You werent pulling my heart strings, you were toying with my belt buckle by smiling at me across the room and asking me to spend time with you on a Saturday afternoon. I was sold by the time you pulled into my driveway and my name slipped from between your lips.
(Sweaty palms and twisted vocal chords told me no one said it quite like you.)
I promised myself this was strictly a one-way thing. I feigned like I felt nothing, and in my nervousness I became the witty jackass. You laughed at my barbed-wire jokes and sped through a red light while I was watching
RosesYou love too much, I am told by a man with a briar heart, thorny sinews and collapsed ventricles bearing down on him, hardly beating in his tight chest. He looks at me with flat, slate eyes, chipping and eroding. His hands are dark with cigarette burns and rough with calluses; I feel them on my shoulders as he looks down at me, face collapsing in at his eyes like a dead man's.Roses3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
For the first time, I realize he is dead. His briar heart dried up when winter killed his rose; my father, he is all thorns.
He squeezes my shoulders, too tight. You look like your mother, you know, he whispers, eyes shifting to the garden, to the yellow rose I planted for her. It is a rambler, sending shoots to the sky that sink back down. We never gave it a trellis. I loved her too much. And there are tears in his eyes, wet, heavy things that slip down his cheeks and on to the grass below us.
I don't know what to say, so I think of the rose, of her. I think that I'd like to send this
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying.