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Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?Mind, oh Mind3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So much to be sad about, so much that could be
Going wrong for everyone, going wrong for you.
Smiley face, smiley face, don't you feel it too?
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever tell?
So much could be going great, going oh so well
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever see?
Life is spend much better when your thinking thoughts of glee.
Mind, oh mind, why can't you agree?
Thinking everything at once is slowly killing me...
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for
A poem about loveLove consists out of painA poem about love3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love consists out of desire
Love is what I admire
Love always fights against my brain
Love is despising
Love is passion
Love is not a piece of fashion
Love is always surprising
None of these things are untrue
Love is enough to make one weep
That is love as it seems
Yet when I think of you
I simply can’t fall asleep
Since life is finally better, than in my own dreams
Bipolar DisorderShut up.Bipolar Disorder4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shh.
Quiet.
Don’t. Say. A n y t h i n g .
“Are you okay?”
I’m dying.
“I’m fine.”
Scream.
Cry.
P an i c .
“What’s wrong?”
Everything.
“Nothing.”
Close the window.
Open it.
Close it.
Open it again.
No, stop.
Close it.
Good.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I’m losing control.
I’m empty.
I’m dying.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
… “I don’t know.”
I am Me. Who are You?I am thirteen years old.I am Me. Who are You?3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not typical.
I am not average.
I am me.
I have been in two mental facilities.
Both times for thoughts of suicide.
I am not emo.
I am not a freak.
I am me.
My mother attempted suicide about six months ago.
My sister attempted suicide when i was eight.
But, I am not a victim.
I am not tortured.
I am me.
My father had a heart attack just over a week ago.
He was hospitalized for nine days.
He recently returned to the hospital for kidney problems.
I suffer from Bipolar Disorder with Psychotic Features.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
But I am not a disorder.
I am not my difficulties.
I am not my troubles.
The White ThingsNothing is as far away as a minute ago.The White Things3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter how hard you row against the tide
we can never reach it, never return there.
It's hard to sleep in the light of my regrets
that creeps through curtain and barriers
to rot away and bleach all things white.
It's hard to sleep knowing that no distance
is as far away as sixty small seconds ago.
Immalleable, we rot, and things turn white.
Good Enough... for YOU.As I sit here cradling the blade in my handsGood Enough... for YOU.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the moments I wish that I had
I can't stop growing more lost and confused
I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?
As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck
No one will understand a meaning so complex
I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow
Thinking, am I good enough for you now?
As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun
I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...
And ...
Bam
goes the bullet.
For when I think it through...
I really won't ever be good enough for you.
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruisesAnd Daddy always lied.2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.
I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.
I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.
I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.
Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and&helli
My FairytaleI never wanted to be the princess of my fairy taleMy Fairytale2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Id'e prefer to be the knight
The Bone CollectorSometimes my breath catches in my throatThe Bone Collector2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the very stillness of an earth going
a thousand and three miles per hour
gets lodged there.
Sometimes these simple exchanges
leave me breathless, croaking on dust:
the unfiltered pigments of other people's skin
and blood and ash
but with my tarred lungs and itchy eyes
I sit and sift through charcoaled remains,
alphabetising them from c to c. I am lost
in a world charred brazen.
Many things I have loved have turned to ash.
Many people. I was naive enough to think
that there was some perfect nutritional truth
that could outlast hell-fire.
I claw through a world turned ashen
and know those dead
Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.Well...2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she
AnorexiaMeet a girl named No One, with a heart of shattered stoneAnorexia4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at the other girl, the one that's not alone
Girl with skin that glistens, with the eyes of crystal seas
Grin of shining diamonds and a laugh like a disease
Flashes just a glance and soon, she's every trouble's cure
She has everything… and No One's off to be like her.
Eating turns into a crime, she'd rather be away
Thrusting fingers down her throat to make herself okay
Watching as her very bones are seen behind her flesh
There she drowns in tears, for she has not yet seen success.
Minutes turn to hours, and these hours turn to days
Every moment slipping, slowly fading
Poor Man's GoldHush the youngest children, for the demon in the skiesPoor Man's Gold1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise
Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust
Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air
Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care
Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...
And That's Wrong.You're fat.And That's Wrong.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or maybe you're
Anorexic...
I don't know.
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're ugly.
Or maybe you're
Fake...
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're quiet.
Or maybe you're
Obnoxious...
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're you.
Or maybe you're
like everybody else?
Well.
You're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Your Little DollControl my every moveYour Little Doll4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my rise and my fall
everything at your command
like I was your little doll.
I have no choice
what else was I to do?
you say that you love me
so I'll believe that it's true.
Who knows what real love is?
maybe this is wrong
can't even control my own breath anymore
can only sing your song.
You tell me I must follow
what would happen if I don't?
"that's not an option" you say
with your hand around my throat.
I must get out of this god forsaken place
how did this go so far?
we were in love, we had it all
now there's shackles around my heart.
I'll run as fast as I can
finally out of your arms
bruised mind, scarred heart
b
place-names for outer spacei had to getplace-names for outer space3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the extra letters taken out
of our last name. i couldn't wait
and be systematic
about it. you expected me to act
with infinite civility,
like you had only
just met me. it's hard to take you seriously
when you're the mess of brightly-
colored hair and broken tree limbs
blindly stumbling onto my floor and
slumping over the back of my chair,
but i tried, and i will
keep trying because you're
my one true razorcliff.
it might not work like we thought it would,
it might be bleak, intangible,
like the laughs we scattered in shredded vapors
across the night: this being
in a domestic mudslide with you. and you
keep saying that you kn
THE RAVENOn wings as black as the Night's maternalTHE RAVEN2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bosom she flies, Moonlight of lactating
silver spills on her unconscious wings,
dewy and divining, her silent flight is a
liquid lapse in motion, those who follow
her path through the Great Mother's womb
know her loving touch, her generous heart,
her spirit wise with Magic and maternal
Messages, for this lady raven is the breath
of the Night's curious eaves, the strength
her children seek when the only healing
that will heal broken spirits comes from she.
Glossed by the flush of Night she soars,
a dark shadow against the Moon, as she
flies over my cool shivering brow I hear
the echo of
CancerFeel the pain aching through your bonesCancer5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your flesh, seemingly fading to dust
Your mind, burning
Your thoughts, racing.
Dying.
Breaking.
"It'll be okay."
No it won't.
"I know."
Fight the tears, your father can't see you cry.
After all
You're a fighter.
Right?
"You can do this."
No, I can't.
"Thank you."
Breathe.
Slower.
Slower.
No.
Faster.
Stop.
Shut up.
You
Can't
Win.
After all
You don't have cancer.
Cancer
Is who you are.
Losing a FriendDreams, no.Losing a Friend5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmares.
Spinning, spiraling, chasing you everywhere you go
"It had to happen."
No, it didn't.
"I know."
Turn off the light.
On again.
Off.
Stop breathing, it's not worth it.
Play a sad song in your head
Faster
Faster
Stop.
"Are you okay?"
No.
"I'm fine."
I miss you.
I miss your voice
Your eyes
Your smile.
"I'm sorry."
How could you be?
"It's not your fault."
Cry.
Slowly, let it poison you
Let it sink into your mind
The pain
The sorrow
The hate.
"You'll get better."
No I won't.
"It was meant to happen."
No it wasn't.
"He's gone."
No.. he's not.
... "I know."
Look around!Look around.Look around!3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are you?
Where are you?
What are you?
The walls are white
There is no sound
Merely breathing -
Look around!
Padded walls
White as milk
Glow like stars
Except...
There! In the Corner!
Look around!
Look around.
Who are you? A faceless person...
Where are you? A cell for the mind...
What are you? The beast that they fear...
Something flickers,
In the corner of your eye.
Look around!
There's nothing there.
But..There, in the corner.
The white looks red.
Its...Spreading!
Look around!
Tendrils of red, creep up your walls.
The heavenly white bleeds out
Like a ravens wing, over a battlefield
Look around - You can't deny what you
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
No.
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
gods
and
chaos.
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, other
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
[dragon's blood
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
[glass slippers
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
[enchanted forests
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
[cursed beasts
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
Sta.sh
