Bipolar DisorderShut up.Bipolar Disorder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t. Say. A n y t h i n g .
“Are you okay?”
P an i c .
Close the window.
Open it again.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I’m losing control.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
… “I don’t know.”
Throw It AwayStop!Throw It Away2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Put the blade down
Don't you think it's time for something new?
A new attitude, a new way of dealing with
The things they put you through
A new way to survive
A new way to pull you through
You may not see it now
But if you hold on
It always gets better somehow
So throw your self-destructive tool
Away and join the fight
We'll show those in pain
That there's always a light
And I know you think that no one's there
And I know you think that no one cares
But the things they said, they're not true
They're only trying to hurt you
If you go through with this
It'll only get worse
So just throw it away
So just throw the guilt away
All the anger, all the pain
All the fear and all the shame
Just throw it all away
On the edge
There's a girl stood looking down
And she's so far up
She can see the whole town
Little did she know
The very next day
They'd take back all the things they say
But now she'll never find out
Wait it out
Just wait and see
It will get better for b
Still Oxidizinglast nightStill Oxidizing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i read the
and when i saw
your name wasn't dead
decaying or rusting
rotting in a forest
mingling with a pile of
ashes, i realized
you really could
live without me
DifferentI am differentDifferent2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
No different than the one
Who claims to be some
Lost ChildrenThis is a story filled with broken peices.Lost Children5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A glory killed by spoken spaces.
It has been fourty years.
No one has any tears.
What is the truth behind the fears?
Their lives lay in ruins.
Look at the clouds in the blue sky.
Faces start to cry.
There are no traces upon their eyes.
So many minds...
..And very little survive in the desert.
Or did they burn alive?
Look to the children.
The helpless souls.
All lost in the sands of time.
Their eyes are empty.
Would they cut the ties...
..Only to be murdered in the dark skies?
The book has a new chapter...
..For the lost children.
Sands of time can swallow them.
Endless rusted spouts.
Busted for their own hunger.
Whisper to the children.
The sand is a giver...
..For empty souls.
All fall prey to the endless grave.
Burn their eyes for many others.
The skies begin to burn black.
Why do the children cry?
They begin to survive...
..In a dark horror.
Draw closer to the bleeding shroud.
Don't trust the crowd.
They have found...
SomewhereSomewhere2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The rain scent, the usual scenery
The dark surroundings, city light spreads
The sight of plane on my window
Passing by, without noticing
I grow weary by crying
Without any shoulder to cling on anymore
While mustering my last strength to walk
Memories of adolscence dreams drift slowly
What I want to do
What I want to become
Are that phrases still hold the meaning?
In the end, it's beyond my reach to decide
Just tell me I am a mistake
Laugh at me, pity me and turn your back
I am fed up with your sugarcoat words
Not even my thousand tears could make a change
Scattered thought, hungry soul
Too much things I was forced to understand
Just before I sip a taste of bliss
Once again I was cast into despair
Give me back my peaceful, pleasant sleep
Give me one good night kiss that you used to give
Who cares about whether it is lies or truth
Hold me tight and say it's gonna be alright
Am I asking too much here?
The sounds of bell is so distant now
I don't care how, I don't care where
DrowningDo not be angryDrowning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I cannot hear you
Over the stream of thoughts
That are closing
Over my head.
I gasp for breath,
And I listen for
Of your voice.
tattooed tragedyshe's another tattooed tragedy, and she is covered with brown accidents spread over every inch of her skin; but i don't call them accidents, i call them blessings, so it's easier to count the ones that she has.tattooed tragedy5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
she says forgive her, and i already had. the moment i saw her.
she said romance isn't what it means to have all of her all over me. romance is an exchange, you know, rug burns for broken heels, and cigarette burns on our forearms for bruised legs on summer days; but those are just the basics.
she says forget her, but i can't. my memory can't even erase her.
she's a champion. not the kind of champion at an awards ceremony, or on the back of an expired cereal box; but the kind of champion that keeps taking in deep breaths, while there are no more deep breaths to be breathed in.
she says believe her, don't hurt her. i won't ever hurt her, but i will if she asks.
She told me she loved me. She told me she loved me.
driftingYou are drifting offdrifting2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Baby if you drown then please
Submerge me also
Would It MatterIf I didn't show at school tomorrow,Would It Matter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would anyone notice?
Would anyone care?
If marks appeared across my wrists,
If I bled tears everyday of every night,
In whose life would it make any difference?
To whom would it matter?
If deaths sharp knife cut my life short,
Who would miss me?
Who would notice the loss of one soul;
The loss of my soul?
To whom would it matter?
To my angels... It would matter.
To the happy go lucky girl,
Who says everything and loves everyone.
Who loves the oddest of foods and fizzy drink mixes plain.
To the boy who cares too much for others,
And Not nearly enough for himself.
Whose humbleness blinds him from seeing the blessing that he is.
To the boy who hides is the shadows;
Afraid of light and trust.
Completely oblivious to how needed he is in people's lives.
And to the poet;
Who says little, but feels everything.
Who's companionship and comforting hugs have saved me from many a break down and trips to an asylum.
To these angels,
It would matter.
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think anyone is able to produce.
Is there any point in me putting my apparent talent to use?
When I limit and submit myself into a negative recluse.
I was told I must have self belief in order to achieve,
The dream that I am so desperately trying to receive.
The body can only accomplish what the mind believes.
I know I must rid myself from any form of self doubt.