The World As We Know ItSuicide...The World As We Know It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
War, Hate, Death, Depression.
Fives words to describe the world,
Leaving out so many more.
I can write this about happiness,
How there is hope and joy,
That it is going to be all okay and good,
But when you look right to it, it isn't like that...
Let me sun it up for you:
We have the youngest of our people cutting,
Taking their owns lives and losing their innocence,
To put it sincerely.
We have children killing themselves,
Just because of a past love,
Or taunting at school...
They are torturing each other day after day...
We have stars today that shine dim
And rotate around money and power...
Where did all the compassion go?
The love, the happiness?
Do we even care that people take their lives every day,
Only to escape this living Hell?
I don't blame them...
And I am stuck here,
In the middle...
Trying to help,
Is It Wrong?Is it wrongIs It Wrong?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I glance up at the clouds,
Feeling the wind through my hair,
And dream of a mystifying land
Where one can be accepted no matter what?
Is it wrong
That I choose to wear jeans down past my heels,
Baggy and ripped at the knees,
Unlike all the other boys that wear athletic
Shorts, so unscathed and clean?
Is it wrong
That I ask people about their troubles,
Sometimes doing all in my mortal power
To help them surpass the simple,
Even ones I have not defeated myself?
Is it wrong
That while the few friends I have
Dance around giddily and go to
The most extreme only to impress,
But I only hang back in silent content?
Is it wrong
That I do not laugh when others are hurt,
On their knees in blood stained mud,
And I am there with hand outstretched,
Seeming to always be there in time of need?
Is it wrong
That I do not clap, nor do I support
Ones I do not find worthy of it,
Ones who I find in my perspective to be
Quite cruel and bitterly heartless?
Is it wrong
That I choose to sit in
QuestionsDo you look into the sky like I do?Questions4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love the life you have, and wish for nothing more?
Do you smile at your faults,
And accept the fact they make you who you are?
Do you find it odd I can be myself,
Not just another follower in a world with a lack
Of fitted leaders?
Do you have pity in me when I do not fight back,
Not wanting to stoop to your level.
Do you see me as some creature,
With my tentacles flaring about and obnoxiously loud noises?
I know my faults, so I accept them.
I know I can be annoying, but who are you to judge that?
I know I do not fight back, for I do not believe it will solve anything.
I know who I am,
The question is:
DrowningI reach up,Drowning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But my hand grasps the nothingness
That is around me.
I cry out-
So painful and sorrowful,
But no, no one hears me,
And ones who do
Wouldn't care even the slightest bit.
Surrounded by the horror,
As I am sucked in further,
The life forced out of me,
Like God's hand squeezing my soul
From my body, and I gasp-
And drown soundlessly,
Fitting InI could,Fitting In4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh trust me, I could.
So easily could I change my appearance,
Both inside and out,
So easily can I become another,
Another part of a widespread group,
Yet, I do not,
I do not speak to it,
My opinions kept silent,
My thoughts rarely expressed.
YouYou are the source of all my happiness,You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The root of all my pain.
A bitter sweet love I seem to have for you,
But when I think of the things you have done,
Then back to myself,
I wonder why it had to be you...
You of all people, I fall for,
Deep and slowly, although fully aware.
I talk to you and I think my heart stops,
A joyous feeling, oh so happy indeed,
But when I remember you have somebody else,
A part of me whines, and cries and dies,
Silently as I wince from the hole forming in my heart,
A put on a smile,
And pretend its alright.
Feelings InsideYet again you feel it within yourself,Feelings Inside4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a twisting pain, sharp, and
You somewhat enjoy it, the pain, for
It brings color to a dull world that you see.
Is it jealously?
Perhaps, although there is no reasonable
Thought that comes to mind as to why it
It doesn't go away, but when it does,
After much will and forcing out,
You think that you have conquered it,
And if it may ever return again,
It will be easy to rid of and ignore,
However, that never seems to be the case.
CryingI do not cry,Crying4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not exactly sure why,
But I do not cry.
*Sigh*, oh how I wish,
Oh how dearly I miss
My tears that cease to exist.
Sometimes, I step beneath the water,
Sometimes, I begin to wonder,
Why? Why do I not cry?
Do I try to hide it?
Bottle it up a bit?
The shower water rains down,
On my back it hits.
And as the water streams down my face,
My eyes begin to swell,
Maybe crying is not always the case,
Perhaps it is just the feeling,
Like the draining of a well,
So I stick my face beneath the shower,
And let the droplets flow down my cheek,
And wonder if I lack the power
To let loose and just weep.
Emo"Why do you cry over such the littlest things?"Emo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Why wear dark clothing all the time?"
"Why must you bleed yourself all the time, you pain loving freak!"
"Wouldn't you too if you were put down,
Had shame thrown upon you over anything you do,
And no one there to lend a hand?"
"Why bring color into such a sad, sad world?
Do you not see all the pain people endure,
Are you that blind to the light before you?
What if it is just our style?"
"Do you not know the suffering we put up with,
Day after day,
Week after week?
We all need a bit of distraction,
And don't think of it as uncommon either,
For I bet many you know have done it as well."
Why, why must we be so put down?
Why must society exclude us,
Only because we are different?
Why do people hate what they call "Emos"?
PromisesMore lies,Promises4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or so it seems.
Of peoples lives.
You shall give,
And you shall receive,
Oh what lies,
Just as good as a lie
Stifled LoveYou stand in front of them,Stifled Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And oh, how their eyes seem to shine
Back at you,
And you feel such an urge just to lean
Over and kiss them,
Yet, you hold back,
For they are simply taken,
And your heart cannot be
Taken from you, for they
Already grasp another.
And act like nothing is wrong,
But ever time they speak
Of their lover's name,
Your heart shrivels up,
And cries out to them.
But you keep your mouth shut,
And stifle the pain,
For you cannot be loved back,
No, not someone like that,
For you simply do not deserve your only love...
Do You Think of Me?Dar tu, te-ai gândit la mine?Do You Think of Me?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Do you think of me?", this means in Romanian,
For I believe English is not a language in which my love for you,
My endless stream of thoughts and everlasting compassion
Towards you are expressed,
For there are absolutely no words in the English language
To determine how much I utterly care, how insanely compelled
I am when I hear one mention your name, when you speak
In your soft voice that can only be compared to one of an angel's,
Yet even that comparison is not remotely close.
A girl such as yourself, someone so sweet and other adjectives
I would name if your imagine did not leave me speechless,
For I would dissect my heart, string it up and make it into a
Necklace for you, so my heart may always be close to yours.
Love, it is not a word I can use for you, my dear.
One such as obsession, and the sort, may be more appropriate.
A love letter this may be to you,
But know that these phrases are nothing to the way
You make my heart pump, the way you ke
So BlindWe look at life,So Blind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a decision of choices...
Admit it, you,
And even I have said I've had the worst...
Said life is horrid and
Not deserving of my presence.
But then something changed it all.
There is hope,
There can be change,
We just need to be the ones to change it...
Do not ignore this...
Spread the word.
World peace will not happen overnight,
But the first step will.
I Will Always ListenI'll always be here for you,I Will Always Listen4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter what,
I'll be hear if you need to talk,
Rant and ramble on, I'm here to listen.
Judging, not a chance.
From the things I've seen,
Judging would do no one any good,
Only make manners worse if you ask me.
Feel free to yell at the sky,
Slam your fist and curse
For I will sit content, listen
And absorb what you have to say.
Help, perhaps, if it is in my power,
Try, most definitely.
The Fake Smile MaskI, am one of the many,The Fake Smile Mask4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One of the mask wearers.
A fake smile scrawled across my face,
Chipping and fraying at
Its very seams.
Go ahead, ask me if I am alright,
For not wanting to bore you with my problems,
And knowing no one can solve them,
I will slip my fake smile mask on once more,
Nod along in pleasure and continue
To store my secrets in a corked bottle,
One in which I may throw out to sea someday.
So try and read my emotions,
They may be real or fake,
I've had years of practice,
And my truth may be quite hard to take.
Sometimes I Wonder...Why can't people just be happy with what they have?Sometimes I Wonder...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Many have it much worse,
And even I can say that at this age.
Although I do believe problems,
Fears and everything in between are a simple
Manner of perspective, some are just downright bewildering to me.
"So, you want to end your life, because your so called
'Love' at age 15 dumped you, correct?"
Now does that honestly sound like something I need to be
Although, yes, I do anyways, because as said before,
Troubles are only a perspective of that particular person.
But yet, I cannot help and think:
"Do these people, these people I help daily
Even know of the problems others face?
Do they know that children, younger than themselves
Cut? Every single day?"
Then, this thought makes me think along with it:
"It seems as though some people LIKE to be sad,
Depressed, wallowing in their self pity, and wanting
Desperately for others to rush to them,
Care and help pick them up..."
When I truly believe this is the case,
And the manne
SmileA mask to layer your pain,Smile4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cover it and tint it with
A thin strip of flesh across thy face,
And tis' the magic begin,
And happiness rejoice!
StitchingTrails of broken hearts,Stitching4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cracked, shattered, even just a bit scratched,
And oh how I try to stitch them back together,
Pin them lightly at first,
Just as any tailor of hearts would I suppose.
Then, I embroider the pieces,
Slowly, carefully, ever so cautious to not tear it.
But, as they say, I appear to be the one who
Rips these poor hearts' seams in the first place,
And I call back into my corner,
Needle and thread in hand,
And simple disappear...
Change Doesn't Come EasyI will not back down,Change Doesn't Come Easy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will not stop,
Because quite honestly,
all the hate I've received
Only proves how much more important
This cause really is.
This proves what I am up against,
Shows the cowardice of the world.
I am not afraid to fight
For what I truly believe in,
And the cruelty I've been sent,
Most of which without much logical reason.
I refuse to "change the topic"
Only because I way what others
Are too fearful to stand up for.
I will lead a pack of misfits
To the very end,
And we will someday be on top perhaps.
We will not stop,
We will continue on,
We will change this world.
Scraped HeartWhen I was a small child,Scraped Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would ride my bike, just outside my home
On the cobblestone and try to balance with accuracy.
Now and again, I would fall, and scrape my knee.
Mama would always come running, her face twisted with worry
And hold me against her warmth, kissing my boo-boos,
Whispering so calming that "it'd be okay",
That I would "soon heal right back up".
Just as all small children do, I grew.
Life went on for me and Mama was sure enough
To be found correct, I did heal.
But now, knee scraping are not what I feel pain to...
When I try to balance out my love, and it all comes crashing down...
I surely scrape my heart, but as Mama always said, it would heal.
This healed a bit more slowly...
And hurt much more as it began to scar over the years,
My love being taken advantage of, bruising my heart's outer flesh...
And now, ready to explode from inner pain...
I search for my Mama, oh where can she be to mend this
Organ, no more than clothes now stitched together.
PurestSuch a delicate soul,Purest4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sweet spirit she has,
And how it breaks my heart
When she is hurt,
For purity can be scarred
And I hope I can provide
What I can.
Beautiful eyes, yes, very much so,
And how they fill me with joy when I
Glance at them,
Quite magnificent indeed.
WordsA kind word can heal a simple woundWords4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While a hurtful oath can just bring about a thousand more.
Trouble LurkingDeep in the shadows,Trouble Lurking4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It lingers among us,
With a blade that glistens in the moonlight
And a heart no different from a snake's.
Stalking you solemnly,
Dodging your field of view with
Chipped lamp posts and mailboxes
Filled with your very thought.
The stone brick sidewalk appears to
Pop under your feet, pebbles exploding
Under your weight, feeling heavier than
Usual, and masking your assailant's approach.
And finally you come to a dead end,
Startled suddenly as a misty figure becomes
Visible before your eyes, and whispers so raspy:
"Wrong path you seemed to have taken, my dear,"
And with that, the figure stabs you silently,
And you do not scream, you do not worry,
For you have seen this coming all the long way,
Perhaps you deserved this after all you have done and caused.
SuccessHow do we reach success?Success4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Back stabbing and stomping on others
Hand as they dangle over the most pitiful
And sorrowful cliff there is?
Is that what society has seem to come
Down to when success it discussed?
Since when has honesty not worked?
Trust and cooperation and companionship
Till the end and through it all...
Where is our youngest of world's heading?