I Need You To KnowStop.I Need You To Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need you to stop what you're doing
And listen to me for a second.
I need you to understand my words
Even though they fall carelessly from my lips.
It will only take a few minutes, I promise.
I need you to know that I love you,
And that I always have.
I cared for you more than myself.
Nothing else matter as long as
You were there to comfort me,
And I thank you for that.
I think you should know that when I
Woke up this morning my first thoughts
Were of you, as they are every morning.
I wanted to know how you felt,
If you were okay,
If you were thinking of me…
Now for the hard part:
I need you to know that I don't want this.
Because it completely blindsided me.
I was suddenly picked up out of this universe
And thrown into another.
And now I am constantly needing a reminder of how to breathe.
I did not ask for this.
I could have picked someone better;
Someone who would wrap their arms
Around my waist and mean it when
They say that everything is okay,
But I didn't. I didn't choose.
Let Me Carry YouHush said the angelLet Me Carry You2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Don't be lonely anymore
I'm here right beside you
Like so many times before
Time and again
I'll be here to fill your heart
Tonight I'm gonna show you
We're never far apart
Hush said the angel
You can tell me like it is
'Cos I'm not here to judge you
All I offer you is this
Time and again
I'll be here to fill your dreams
Tonight I'm gonna show you
Love is closer than it seems
Let me carry you
Let me be the one
Let me carry you
I can be the one
Let me care for you
I can heal the pain until it's gone
Let me carry you so you can carry on
Let me carry you so you can carry on
things I learned at 11 am while I was half-asleepithings I learned at 11 am while I was half-asleep1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m spending most of my time
not crying, and I’m sorry,
but I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone
as much as aspirin, or lullabies,
or the cheap wine sold for two dollars a bottle,
or overly-apologetic letters bending over backwards
to make a point of themselves, or the pink petals
blooming on my wrists like flesh and blood miracles,
or the songs named after women
things may not change,
but you will have to.
I am most alone
surrounded by people
and the buzzing in my head of words
that should have lost their meaning
back when I discovered
they never meant anything
Dedications are only relevant
to people who appreciate shitty poetry,
or you. Insanity is writing the same thing
over and over and expecting it not
to sound clichéd.
and as much as anyone will swear otherwise,
I am a statistic. A number, an example,
a case study in the manipulation of
narcissism and moving on
My EmilyShe was my Emily,My Emily2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun in my shadows,
A delicate angel
To an undeserving demon.
Everything she ever did
Was to win my love;
I was the spring of her tears,
Though she never waited to wipe my own.
She was a treasure
More valuable than I deserved;
I needed her too much,
But wanted her too little.
My heart loved her,
At the same time my tongue cursed her.
I wanted her forever,
Even as I wished her away.
Then it happened,
Upon a dismal gray dawn.
I took it much too far,
And my Emily was gone.
My heavy arms tried to hold her,
My voice tried to lure her back,
But my hopeless words fell
On the ears that would never hear.
I would have died a thousand times
For a sliver of redemption;
But she was not my Emily—
WitchcraftCall me SarahWitchcraft3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
was all she said
and I had the uncomfortable
feeling of being haunted.
I let her legs
and red nails
do the talking -
stories I grew up
not believing in,
silver spoons and moons
hung so low
I could taste them,
and autumn lost
between her shoulders.
I never said the right words
and night retreated
when she turned her head
We let the candles burn -
rich foliage of air
the only traces left.
in which I try to forget my dreamswith Sunday-heavy lips, she calls mein which I try to forget my dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
selfish and means it. I remember
dreams better than people, strangers
greeting me in the grocery store over
a common past and sorry selection
of red grapes. I remember Katie
being beautiful and happy and
wearing the same abnormal toe shoes
and being a few decades older than time
would allow, I remember Emily
being alive. I remember me
escaping to France to defy logic
and stow away in a pretentious,
overpriced tourist resort where
I’d learn to speak a language
I’d never use and love people
who’d never know me; I remember
she tells me trust is not a virtue.
responsibility is gained and
taken away when you prove
unable to learn to be normal and
defiant at trying to breathe. she says,
I love you, but I don’t understand,
and she cries, saucer-eyed,
and this time I can’t
casual blasphemyfor the past four yearscasual blasphemy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve been in love with a boy
who’s too busy loving life to notice
I exist. I don’t think he’s ever seen me
past his tunnel vision living--
I’m in love with a boy who
wears black gauges and swears
he’s a deist who’s fed up with
the backwards-fucked system
that governs our lives; he talks to me
about the symbolic importance
of hunger and need and rebellion
and isolationism and death as
Orwell and Golding must have written it,
and, god, I just want to crack open
my ribs so he can see the literary
starvation destroying me, the not-quite
metaphoric devastation of my liver and
paper cuts scarring my heart. I want
him to talk to me about the reasons
we ought to avoid college
and capitalism and commitment and explain
to me what this all really means.
[I want to be so unflinchingly honest
with you that it will be as natural
and sinful as all the others
before, just without the glare
of bare skin and self-hate. I want to tell you
I'm a ChristianI'm a Christian.I'm a Christian3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not a hypocrite.
I'm not a close-minded bigot.
I'm not Liar.
I'm not a crazy physco.
I don't want anyone to go to hell.
Where are your comments now?
I love God.
I love ALL people (And that includes homosexuals).
Where are your words that say I'm a hater now?
I sin daily.
I'm just like you.
I'm nothing like you.
I AM LOVED!
You are too, if you just ask to be.
I'm not always happy.
No, life's not perfect.
I have my imperfections, just like you.
God wipes my sins away, whenever I ask Him.
I'm a Christian, I'm a recovering cutter, I am not invisible (Neither are you) and I am LOVED!
RustThe dwelling rustRust3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
ImmortalityIf the end of life is condemnationImmortality1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then I am damned without the need
For I try to die, forget this life,
Someone come and set me free.
everything I'm becomingtwo weeks until the end of the world,everything I'm becoming1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i’m busy stockpiling all my regrets,
writing letters to flaws i don’t care
to fix, and trying to learn to draw
infinity. it’s time for two truths and a lie:
1. i was drunk for an hour on
good vibes and loneliness and
that quote “from the moment we
are born we begin to die”
2. and god, Bianca, you still show up
in my dreams; glaze-eyed and
more vocal than you ever were
when you were half-alive
1. (how close i came to arctic happiness
when you froze in my mind,
snowflake breath lingering like
the soundtrack of my breakdown)
now, she tells me she is sick
of the clothes stretched tight like
a second skin, and the gaping silences
between her ribs, and the singsong
unimportance glazing over her
hollywood-hangover eyes. she blossoms
like an earthquake, finally
growing into the goosebumps
and hollow bones her father
gave her-- i want to cure the world,
use a freeze ray to halt time
and kiss every empty wound;
on unlearning how to diethe space between intention andon unlearning how to die1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
inaction has been redefined. they say
the first step to sadness is
to be happy. the second step
is learning loss. they tell us
depression is an abundance of emotions
but everyone here is a balloon
deflated with time, a sun
dimming as years eat away years
and everything changes but
nothing's really different at all.
we drowned before we even saw
the sea, dreaming of that cemetery
a million miles deep; and still,
I cry for the people worth forgetting:
the girl who couldn't take enough
sleeping pills to live her dreams,
the boy so doped out on an inability
to live that he told us about his trips
to Jupiter and back, and
expected us to believe him. the girl
with a ghost smile named after the prayer
she was born to forget, the boy
who slept like an angel and cried like
a fallen, and me, me
choking on gravity and the ever-growing
weight of my own fucking inadequacy
tied tightly around my neck like a noose
not quite designed properly, right,
because I survived.
Coming Out Day Poem!Can I just say?Coming Out Day Poem!2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I love being gay.
Because while your lover leaves you.
Mine wants to stay.
You deny us marrige.
But we're strong enough too.
We love eachother,
and we love you to. <3
TreasureI found a treasure on the street,Treasure2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
More precious than anything I ever saw.
He was hiding in the shadows,
Unnoticed by those who never look.
But I saw him, filled with light,
With a heart of gold and calming warmth.
I saw him, hiding in the darkness,
Hoping for some light to reach his eyes.
I knew what he was waiting for,
I knew how he felt, day for day,
Where hope seemed unreachable,
That boy whose life seemed worthless and dark.
I saw the surprise he felt,
When I stopped and reached towards him,
"What are you doing in that corner?
Look around, it's a bright and sunny day!"
Slowly he nodded and stood,
his large eyes finally turned towards the light,
his children's face almost too thin
to hold that rare smile, more precious than a diamond.
But as he stepped towards me
His smile wavered and died,
As doubt invaded his mind,
And happiness seemed just a dream.
"Why would you help me?
I have nothing to give."
I smiled and took his little hand,
Leaving behind the darkness he knew.
"Will you sm
S-heSheS-he2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't want to be treated like a girl
Doesn't want to be called a "woman"
Doesn't want to be made fun of
Doesn't like to be called "her"
Doesn't like the name she was given
Never fit in with the other kids
Never wanted an hourglass shape
Didn't understand why nobody else felt like her
Would much rather be a he
SleepInstead of ripping the covers off,Sleep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shaking it violently,
And forcing cold breakfast down its throat,
I wish they would carefully wake a sleeping poem
And ask it gentle questions
Before its dreams are forgotten
RuinsWe thought that it would last forever,Ruins2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Praising it would never break,
Now all you see are crumbled stones
Where all past strength today seems fake.
Once our dream of glory had come true,
When this place was filled with life,
The streets were full of laughter
And the houses full of golden light.
Now where formerly we lived and loved
Time has faded all our traces,
And the earth reclaimed what once we took,
While humankind forgot our faces.
But look carefully, search with all your heart,
And you might find a trace of past:
A shard of metal, a piece of stone,
The ruin of a home that lasts.
And faded memory will be remembered,
The forgotten tale retold,
As our city's ruins are uncovered,
And our stories you unfold.
And again out works will matter,
As you marvel at our skill,
And through your books we'll live forever,
As years from now we'll be remembered still.
Are you blind?Are you blind to my misery,Are you blind?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or do you choose not to look?
I want to share my story,
But you close me like a book.
I'm screaming as I cry,
But you refuse to hear.
Look away as I die,
Ignore each little tear.
Am I not loud enough?
Is that why you ignore my scream?
My life is tough,
Help me escape this bad dream.
I scream a bit higher.
Please, I need your help!
My circumstances are dire.
I'm losing myself.
But you do not help me,
And I've decided to give up.
Maybe then you'll see.
Ha! That's just my luck.
The Winter of RegretBreath out like the wind and see the clouds collect. Pressed against the window pane as the last sun sets.The Winter of Regret2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Regret the sun would not rise, and the moon would never set. Cold was the winter – the winter of regret.
Broken AngelI fell in love with a broken girlBroken Angel2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An angel long fallen from grace
Her wings gone limp, her soul empty
The ghosts of tears on her face
The scars on her arms told the story
of battles she long ago lost
Etched in her eyes was the pain
hidden behind blue was the cost
I took the broken angel before me
and kissed every scar on her arm
And though I am far from a hero
I promised to protect her from harm
Together we'll face down her demons
No longer will she fight alone
Slowly her heart will grow stronger
Protected now by my own
LifePassion.Life2 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
You SayYou say you can see me,You Say3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet you are blind
To what I keep inside.
You say you can hear me,
Yet you are deaf
To the true meanings of my words.
You say you know me,
Yet all you know for sure
Is how to spell my name.
And you, of all people,
Want to tell me what to do?
You say you know what's best for me,
But ever since you stepped into my life
All you ever caused was pain.
You say you know how I feel,
You say my emotions are written
All over my face.
But I know that they are written
In a language you can't understand.
Don't talk like you know
About things you have no idea of.