Why I DiedCan I tell you how I died?Why I Died2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why it rhymes with suicide.
Not because, I fell ill.
Not because, I swallowed pills.
Soon you'll see why I lie still.
Not because, I have drowned.
Not because of, Russian Roulette's
Deaf words of mine,
preach no sound.
Not because, the fault of life
Not because, the sharpened knife.
Real reason, why, tears went dry.
Not because, I jumped to fall.
Not because, this body I mauled.
The more I remember,
the harder too recall.
The true answer is i'm,
But to me,
the meaning of suicide:
BullyShh.Bully2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Demons in the shadows
They'll find a way
To get you.
Beatings, swallowing you.
Scars, defining you.
You know you're weak.
You can't fight a bully
When the bully's inside of you.
Losing a FriendDreams, no.Losing a Friend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spinning, spiraling, chasing you everywhere you go
"It had to happen."
No, it didn't.
Turn off the light.
Stop breathing, it's not worth it.
Play a sad song in your head
"Are you okay?"
I miss you.
I miss your voice
How could you be?
"It's not your fault."
Slowly, let it poison you
Let it sink into your mind
"You'll get better."
No I won't.
"It was meant to happen."
No it wasn't.
No.. he's not.
... "I know."
DisappearWishing to disappearDisappear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never to existed in their mind
no reason to cheer
this is why I was designed
there's a cloud over me and its raining knives
all smiles are faked
no one hears his cry's
as he sits there shivers and shakes
doesn't even try to reach out because there's nothing there
only my own numb stare
no desire to fight the devils wrenches
would anyone notice if I could disappear
because Im starting to feel warm in these trenches
would they even shed a tear?
Sick of the acting
let me compost with the dirt
live????..... ill think Ill be passing
lets make sure this hurts
still wishing to disappear
lets seal this coffin with a drop of blood and a tear
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.I am not a stereotype2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
Never ThereNever ThereNever There2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They never knew, they never cared
Never felt when you were scared
Never there to hold your hand
And never there to guide your dreams
Ever oblivious to your intentions
Captivated by their own delusions
Pained by their mental intrusions
Buried at the bottom of a bottle
Never there when you’re alone
Not a single place to call your home
Their fights are all you’ve ever known
Of what parenting can be
InsanityWhat is insanity?Insanity2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Am I insane, and everybody else normal?
Or is it as my lover always says, that everyone thinking you're crazy is the sign of your being sane?
People say that imagination is the key to knowledge
Yet those whose minds are overflowing with creativity and imagined worlds are said to be insane.
If imagination and creativity are insanity
Then that creature haunts all the greatest minds in our world.
What is normal?
The people who spend their lives wishing for something more?
If insanity is trying to make those things real
Then I’ve got it bad.
Am I insane?
Evil, Beautiful, FirefliesI'm covered in fireflies;Evil, Beautiful, Fireflies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All up and down my legs.
They sleep in my skin
And hide my sin,
My precious red fireflies.
They ignite my body
And set it ablaze.
They turn all of my pain
Into a crimson haze,
My precious red fireflies.
They burn through flesh
In a criss-cross mesh
And spread their wings
All over me,
My precious red fireflies.
They hum silently,
Whispering away my shame.
They burn brightly,
Setting my blood aflame,
My precious red fireflies.
I hate them but they love me
But nobody can ever see
Because they refuse to leave.
Not that I want them to;
Because they care,
More than you ever could do,
My precious red fireflies.
They want me to die,
To jump, to fly.
They want to own me.
They want to set me free
And make it so it can be
And my precious red fireflies.
InsomniaInsomniaInsomnia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darkened eyes betray the lengthened nights
A pale face portrays tortured dreams
A fractured image
Tearing at the seams
Left alone in the darkness
Yet very much aware
Twisting and turning
It won’t shut down
It plagues the waking hours
And haunts the sleepless nights
No matter how many pills are taken
The feeling is never shaken
The mind is left forsaken
We Can Fix YouEach step I take increases the annoying feeling in the pit of my stomach. I swallow desperately trying to get rid of that rock in my throat. It doesn't work.We Can Fix You4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"We can fix you, Danny..."
I freeze in my steps and bite my lip as I try to hold back the upcoming tears. Oh, how those words had stung. My stomach twists further in a knot as I remember the way Mom looked at me when she spoke those words.
Then I grit my teeth. No time to listen to some stupid words in my head that already had been said, I want this. I want to walk down that staircase and tell Mom and Dad that I want to be human again.
I close my eyes in frustration and frown deeply. I already had these doubts in the past weeks, and I'm not going through it all again. I simply can't.
This is what I want. It really is.
Three weeks ago my parents found out. They discovered my greatest secret ever. The secret I had put so much care in.
And then it fell apart.
It happened quickly, way too quickly. The one mo
People Don't ChangeYou said people don't changePeople Don't Change2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But I'd prove it's not true
Because I would change
And do it for you
You said people don't change
And maybe that's true
Cause the one who's not changed
Surely is you
HumansHumansHumans2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such heartless creatures, who learn to lie.
They do not care if you happen to die.
Only focusing on what they like best, they either forget or shun the rest.
They disgust us, they do, with their pathetic souls.
As a matter of fact their souls have left, and all that remains is a simple brain.
A brain that allows them to simply stain.
Stain the planets who were deemed sane.
Alas, the race shall hopefully fall, for nothing lasts forever, nothing at all.
Words on the WallThe sun melted into the glamorous skyWords on the Wall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.
But mommy was crying, her day had been hard
The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.
Her face wasn't happy like it should have been
And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.
I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...
I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.
I told her to look, just to come in and see
But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.
She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor
Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door.
She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more
She slapped me till I couldn't see anymore.
My heart then stopped beating, my laugh went unheard
Then Mommy got up without saying a word.
She looked at the walls splattered with my young blood
Then fell to the ground in her tears with a thud.
She looked at my face, then she looked all around
Then wrote on the walls with the first thing she found.
Then, after she finished, she wanted self h
OuvertYou were the one who showed me how to breatheOuvert2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How to open my mind and my eyes;
to the emptiness and vast
beauty (see also: suffering)
of the world around us; to touch
(and feel the sunshine on our backs)
and when my eyes opened
and with it came the slam of a door
you were afraid of what you saw
(left naked in the streets)
the abstract ebbs and flows of your
I was jealous at how miraculous it was
(without the necessity to go with gears and symmetrical lines)
you exiled yourself
closed the world away and turned to a darker corner where you could be alone with your thoughts
(Oh how I know those corners as well)
with the idea that you were not exiling yourself
you were banished (mais la verité te libérera)
you almost turned around completely
your back facing my front,
and I saw in your eyes:
The watery image of an old person,
weary with age
and in your irises (deeper to your retinas)
Encounter with Jeff the KillerYou wake up from your dreamsEncounter with Jeff the Killer2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Completely alone, or so it seems
Your eyes attempt to adjust to the darkness
The shadows hiding the one that is heartless
His cold, fearsome voice sounds through the room
Three little words, signaling your doom
"Go to sleep," he says without strife
As he steps forward, holding a knife
You want to scream, you want to call
To your parents, who are asleep down the hall
His mouth is cut into a permanent smile
A sight that makes your throat fill with bile
His eyes are unblinking, ringed in black
He looks like he is about to attack
He wears a white hoodie, stained with blood
His black pants are covered in mud
Thunder rumbles outside to cover your shout
As he begins to stalk toward you, without a doubt
That you would be killed that very night
Your life taken away by the sun's first light
He leapt onto your bed, knife at your throat
Once more repeating his three-worded quote
You felt the bite of the knife's blade
And the world before your eyes began to fade
FragilityWe hold up our heads and look so strong,Fragility2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I am certain we are not what we seem:
We are nothing but breakable bodies
And far too fragile dreams.
With frail paper skin soaked with ink,
And bones just made of glass;
Cracked with every single hope
That does not come to pass.
origamitoday there was a girl with cutting scarsorigami3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
delicately folded across her Paper
thin wrists and over soft
if she was a paper creation, she'd be
a slightly tattered swan. because
i want to know her, unfold
her, find out
what lies underneath those
she wants to remove that black mask
from her white,
i am the bird with the broken wingAnd this is how the story goesi am the bird with the broken wing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is no high in these winter lows
The love that left me has faded away
My tears blur the night into day
For I am the bird with the broken wings
Who has fallen behind the flock,
Now I have fallen by the way side.
With no one to pick me up.
The love that left me died in my arms,
Now things are all messed up.
I am floating beneath the water,
But I cannot get back up.
The silence floats around me,
Where there used to be your voice.
I reach out in the dark,
Hoping for your touch.
All there is, is empty sheets,
A reminder of my loss.
I shudder at what my life has become,
Fragments of glass spread around the floor,
I cut myself trying to pick the pieces up.
But this is how my story goes,
There was no high in my winter lows.
The love I lost hurt too much,
Now there is no night, there is no day.
The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a godThe Face At The Door2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
BrutalityRip my heart out nowBrutality2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Take it, and as you leave me
Forget and crush it
Canvas Is The MirrorA canvas is a mirrorCanvas Is The Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The paint drips down with my reflection
The canvas is my mirror
But only because
The canvas is me.
The canvas is your mirror
As the brush tickles its surface
The canvas is our mirror
The canvas is a mirror
The depth of the artwork stares back into my
After all, I do not paint a canvas
Because the canvas
Broken Mirror: Chapter 4Broken Mirror: Chapter 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 4: A Temporary Truce
Danny Fenton, codename "Hunter," leaned against the handle bars of his bike, his body slumped backwards on the leather seat as he relaxed in the afternoon sunshine. His trench coat hung from one of the handlebars, discarded in the wake of warm weather. The screen belonging to the satellite ghost tracker in the dashboard flashed, the words 'unable to locate target' written in block green letters across the map of the United States.
Hunter wasn't watching the screen though. He preferred to work things out himself, with good old pen and paper—or in this case, a map and a sharpie.
The map was held open to display the same area of the US as the screen, but this version had a series of pen marks, mostly scattered around the major highways and leading north from Wisconsin to Minnesota. There were thirty in total. The black marks were for the locations where a white haired ghost boy in a black jumpsuit had been spotted. The red ones were for encounters Hunter
Broken Mirror: Chapter 1Broken Mirror: Chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 1: A World Best Left Unseen
Danny struggled with every last bit of strength he had, trying desperately to break the iron grip on his wrist, but the metallic fingers didn’t loosen so much as an inch. His green eyes flashed brightly as another wave of panic washed over him and he lashed out behind him with his foot. The attack was deflected by a second armored hand, the metal glowing with its own strange energy as it counteracted his ghost powers.
The Ghost Boy’s legs became a spectral tail and thrashed frantically like a trapped snake as he fought to get away from this madman and his unnerving fanged grin. The madman in question watched the display with no little amount of amusement, the tenacity of his newest providing him with quite the show.
Eventually, Danny stopped squirming. He could feel his energy waning and just the thought of passing out, left at the mercy of this monster, was enough to make the ectoplasm run cold in his veins.
Duty CallsPairing: Pitch Pearl, FentonxPhantomDuty Calls2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Summary: A late-night ghost attack forces Phantom to leave his lover's side.
Phantom tightened his hold around Fenton’s stomach and muffled his groan in the other boy’s black hair. He did not want to get up. He wouldn’t get up. Just this once, he was going to ignore the world and lie in bed with his other half until the sun rose. He deserved that much.
Another chill raced up his spine and vaporized on his breath. Two ghosts…This time the sleeping human shivered, groaning. Fenton’s spine curled against the other teen’s midsection as he pulled his legs away from Phantom’s, tucking them closer against his own stomach to foster body heat. He ducked his head on the pillow and pulled the thick comforter closer around his shoulders, tucking the bottom half of his face underneath.
If he was going to cause his partner discomfort by staying, there was little choice to be had…T