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MistakesAll you see is the mistakes he made in the past,Mistakes3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But what I see is the way he treated me and my "family."
He was what I had,
Because I sure wasn't calling what I used to have a dad.
The history you were willing to throw away over a few of his mistakes.
But did you not see how much the little me needed someone like him?
He could of been the difference from now,
Wow.
Just think of it.
Maybe I wouldn't fucking hate men,
Maybe he would have been the one to believe me then.
Maybe he would of earned my trust,
But all you saw was that little mistake.
Not the improvement in my life he made,
And when he was sent away without a word said to me,
I began
Freaks ShowFingers scratching at my wrist,Freaks Show4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wanting a beautiful kiss.
The lips they know too well,
Gradually I feel my mind compelling,
Back to almost a month ago,
When I was still apart of the freak show.
Dancing on the stage,
With a pointy blade,
Focused on a luscious vein.
The oh's and ah's of the crowd causes pain,
I finally notice how different I really am.
I finally notice there is nothing I can,
Do to pick up the glass without getting cut.
I finally noticed that all I am is a nut.
I finally noticed that deep down I'm in the freak show for life,
I can no longer hide and fight,
The true me when it's thriving to come out.
In this moment I do doubt,
T
God of SuicideGod of Suicide:God of Suicide4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have trapped me in a nightmare,
Which there is no allowance for awake.
But it all turns out to be fair,
Due to all nails and a stake,
I've managed to receive.
Each thud of the hammer and each gash tells a different story.
I will just lay here and prepare my casket.
All of the lies and secrets stored in the closet,
Will come flying out and maybe my followers will find where to fit,
After years of hiding,
And secretly dying.
Death is the beautiful obscure truth,
And life is just the the hideous lie.
These darkened dreams you call sick sooth,
Us and is how we get by.
I will just lay here and prepare my casket.
All of the lie
The Little Girl Of DeathSo many voices scream and shout,The Little Girl Of Death5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even in my dreams, and I start to doubt,
My reason for being here.
Every single fear,
That I developed is coming true,
And I cannot handle the truth.
I start to break down,
But I don't make a sound,
Except I'm screaming in the inside.
And this little girl locked away full of rage has no one to confide,
In. She's pounding against my chest,
But it's best,
To hide her from society.
She slowly and quietly,
Calms down......
Not suppose to make a sound.
Days later she shoots bullets through my heart,
Causing my breathing to increase and new scars.
I want to murder this little girl.
For over a deca
Poor EyesBeautiful eyes that know nothing but lies,Poor Eyes3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the feeling to die a bit inside every day.
She knows it has to be this way,
But she still fights.
Look me in the eyes,
And say you would have the courage to do the same.
None of this came,
To her in one day,
It all had to build up over years and years and years.
Every few weeks a new fear would develop.
Perhaps of a person or an action.
She drew herself away from all things loving,
Shoving herself towards the even darker side of life.
This just made her fight even harder,
And made her see the worst in everything,
Now she's giving up.
She's lost the courage she's been forced to keep,
She weeps in
Memories of Summer Past Memories of Summer PastMemories of Summer Past3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Summer started with the end of school
Now the fun begins, cherishing every moment like they're jewels
I welcome the hot touch of the sun
By going to the beach for the first day of fun
The water as i dip my toes in
The wind crashing against my skin
The cold, refreshing water and the gentle wind breeze
Make me feel alive and at ease
Going on picnics with my kin
Eating watermelons as the juice drips down my chin
Hanging out with friends almost everyday
Creating and having fun in anyway
These are my memories of summer past
It's sad though, it went by so fast
Summer came and went, quickly reaching its end
School is
Music is throughSoft keys give way to your feather light fingersMusic is through3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paper-thin cuts rock and ivory like half-molten butter
but you
(you and the barely-there tap of your nails, the eerie clicks that do not echo but nonetheless linger)
convince it to sound like
a voluntary death, a willing surrender,
instead of mere sweet murder
Perhaps you have put this same spell over me
You’d play; I’d listen,
Sitting enchanted and near enough to see how the light breaks on your hair the same way your fingers build and break,
Create and abandon
Cherish and spurn like overstrained lovers
Your favourite was the fresh twitter of staccato notes
Mine, t
Sanctity.A pilgrim atSanctity.3 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the half remembered ruins,
sunset wiring
starspun and
burning low --
alive, somehow,
at the night's watch.
I Want to Live my Life HappilyOnce upon a time we all lived in a basketI Want to Live my Life Happily3 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It was better to protect the world that way
Nobody wants to begin or end life locked in a casket
So there is a phrase that people always say
I want to live my life happily
So that it keeps death away from my door
I want to live my life happily because it feels right
There are so many reasons to cry out
“You’ve committed treason!”
When you pretend that you can live your life happily
There is always a reason for you to complain
No matter how much you disagree
Stuck in traffic, missed the deadline, had a disagreement
There is always something that will push you over the line
So it rea
Mist and Cementsometimes I wonder if I have the strength to keep pulling these threadsMist and Cement3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sticking an arm
into the black and frigid water,
shoulder-deep,
fish nibbling on my pulsing fingers
and then I remember
that the only red-yellow tape
the only iron bars, clammy with clenches
are the sluggish cycles in my skull.
there is nothing.
nothing.
I am free on the catwalks and fire-escapes now
with strong arms looped
persistently
about my waist, a wandering wild rose vine
creeping up my bricked brow, taut.
MemoriaA battle they don’t seeMemoria3 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The war of memory
The struggle to suppress
These seconds of duress
Along with these moments
Longing for lost enchantments
Wishing to forget
To get lost in the net
Then this tale could fade
Slip into a dark shade
Giving us another chance
Another try at our dance
If memory was merciful
We would simply forget
And if time was remorseful
Regret and hope could offset
We could get lost in the glory
We could live another story
Without painful memory
Connecting you to me
ConfectionsSentiments and caramel mintsConfections3 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
love is sweet
this is what you really meant
when you sighed
the world goes round
when you breathe
I won't make a sound
Oh, you're the one
Oh, you know you're the one
Cherry lips, blossom lips
Let me see you swing your hips
stay with me
We can take a little trip
Things so sweet
We can taste a bubblegum rain
And whisper softly through the pain
Oh, you're the one
Oh, you know you're the one
cherry lips, xylophone ribs
let me feel you shake your hips
play with me
We can take a little trip
Words so sweet
taste the strawberry rain
Our hearts were made to endure pain
Oh, you're the one
Yes, you know you're the on
Two RoadsTwo roads set in front of me,Two Roads3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
One deciding who I will be,
And the other feeding the demon.
Slowly I head towards my future,
But suddenly before I know it I turn,
To the hell deep down I know I've deserve.
With every breathe I have taken I have earned,
The future years of pain,
That will be just the same,
As right now.
No scream or sound,
Will leave my mouth.
From here all is set south.
My Mind Part 2My mind is a powerful thing,My Mind Part 23 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pulling me back from sanity.
Almost as powerful as this knife,
That yearns to end my life.
My mind is the reason behind,
Everything wrong with me.
From the person I've grown to be,
To the scars I've earned along the way.
But there's a dark place my mind adores to stay.
It lingers there for days,
And I can slowly feel myself drifting away.
But I no longer fight,
I no longer scream.
Only in my dreams is there true peace.
But I no longer fight,
I no longer scream,
For my life is not worth it.
My Choice.It does not matter,My Choice.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That things will change to get better.
If I am not ready what is the point?
If my body happens to not be ruined then what is the point?
Yes I have lost the sparks in my eyes, but not my mind.
You act as if life is a race, rushing to find,
Myself and the part I lost.
I've fought,
To prove in life we live to form ourselves,
And this will not take a day...
Or even a month like you say.
Your battle is pointless.
This is my bod that I posses,
I being the host,
Should have the vote that counts the most.
My soul unaware of light,
Is amused by this fight,
It makes my life a bit more amusing.
I may seem like a confusing,
Fuck up to
Drinking ProblemDrinking Problem3 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I once knew a woman
Kinda liked her
A drop dead beauty
She had sea blue hair
We danced through the night
had a lot of fun
Till my beauty dropped dead
I once knew a cute guy
Kinda liked him
I knew already
how the night would end
Let him tell his tale
Quite interesting life
Till the moment when both ran dry
I knew a reporter
Kinda liked him
And he was nothing
Like my other prey
He was handsome and smart
Not blind like the rest
We had something special
This time it won't happen again
I was sure
The two of us will prevail. Ja!
Stronger than the thirst
I caressed his neck
Till it started to turn blood red
Just let me have a little more -
I Made A DrawingI made a drawing of you today,I Made A Drawing3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
After staring at your picture for hours.
I captured the intensity of your gaze
That brings me to a mess of tears every time I come upon it.
That brought me back to places I never again wanted to revisit.
I managed to recreate the innocence of your smile,
Those lips that used to brush mine.
It's a new day and yet another drawing of you was created,
You had your head raised like a hero,
Looking upwards into the heights of the sky.
I felt like a derivative of God,
Making your smile so alluring,
And your eyes captiviating enough to stop traffic.
The light reflection off of your hair was tediously perfected.
Your ey
Loser with a smileI don’t want to be that guy,Loser with a smile3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That everyone knows and loves.
I don’t want to be that guy,
Who gets invited to all the parties.
I want to be that guy,
Who comes back after highschool saying look I made I made it.
I want to be that guy,
That everyone seems to forget about until it’s too late.
That guy you would call a loser.
The one with the ugly gf that makes him smile.
The one who hates you but will never say it.
The one who walked away from the guy who just called him a racial slur.
I don’t want to try to be anyone else but me.
That’s the type of guy I want to be.
The one never noticed until I want you
Hero ComplexI bartered my soul awayHero Complex2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the boy with wolf eyes
He locked me behind his teeth
He carved snake bites into my lips
And tore apart the gilded edges of my lashes
In an endeavor to uncover some semblance of my siren words
He broke apart my ribs in an attempt
To find my landmine heart
Which held no sound
I'm Your Worn Out DollYou whisper you love me and will never let go,I'm Your Worn Out Doll4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the future happens to show,
Both of us covered in blood drawn by a knife.
Have you tried to count every promise you will break in your life?
Every word that you've said that meant nothing after the smoke cleared,
And you have seemed to veer,
Away from me as I have predicted.
It seems as if you have gotten addicted,
To throwing me in the back round, pulling me out when I am needed.
Every word you've pleaded,
To me will not help the fact I feel like a worn out doll.
I now know better then to fall,
Into the words and phrases you've said to everyone and have memorized...
It's as if t
FragilityWe hold up our heads and look so strong,Fragility3 months 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.
Life Is An Intravenous DripLife is an intravenous dripLife Is An Intravenous Drip4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
With no transfusion of blood
Instead it slowly relieves me
Of a mind that once was good
Administering paranoia
Directly from the drip chamber
Suffocating me with terror
When there is no imminent danger
Life is an intravenous drip
I am fascinated by my veins
And curious as to which one
Carries the blood to my brain
Which causes the unwanted impulse
For me to question every answer
Tourniquet that varicose vessel
Curiosity is my cancer
Life is an intravenous drip
Of that I am A positive
My blood remains optimistic
So why am I so negative
I see no saline solution
Just diminishing vital signs
As my sanity transfuse
Beautiful CovenAs I take your hand in this circle,Beautiful Coven2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I no longer feel alone,
I've found where I belong,
And I grow strong.
Years on a vacant island,
But now I have returned home.
You drape a black robe as dark as the night sky,
Over my body as beautiful as a temple,
I see light twinkle in your eyes,
As you light the pink candle that resembles,
The love that is growing between the whole group.
We all link closing our eyes,
Saying chants to improve our lives,
Never will we cause harm,
Never will we follow the path of lust.
What we must do is give back.
Restore the tree branch we tore down,
Plant beauteous flowers in the ground.
And sit here in the angelic so
Sta.sh
