The pocket watchSlowly she turned the dial, tightening the gears and reset the time on the unmoving pocket watch. Light shone through the cracks in the blinds and bounced off the silver watch making it sparkle. “Renne it’s time for you to get ready!” Aunt Linda called from downstairs. Renne turned onto her side sighed and heaved herself out of bed. She reached toward the ceiling stretching her aching body. “Good morning!” Renne smiled as she looked at her parent’s photo. Dragging her feet across the carpet Renne picked up the brush from the dresser and brushed out her tangled brown hair. Without changing out of her pyjamas Renne left her bedroom door open and quickly made her way down the stairs. The floor boards squeaked while she walked into the kitchen. Auntie Linda stood over the stove making a pot of tea and some french toast. “Good morning Aunt Linda!” Renne smiled while she sat down on a wooden chair.
I will forgetEven though it hurt's,I will forget1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I will forget,
Even though I do not wish for that,
I will forget,
These feeling's I have harbored for you,
Will be forgotten,
So that you can love her forever more,
But even so,
Please don't forget me,
I wish to stay friends,
So please don't treat me bitterly,
For this selfish reason I harbor,
Because I will forget,
But please stand by me,
Even if we are just friends.
Golden eyes part 1I awoke during the night after reliving a nightmare. I gasped for air and swallowed it hard as it burned the sides of my throat. I slowly unclenched my fingers and allowed my body to relax, every part of my body was sore. Slowly my arms reached toward the ceiling the chain’s shackled to my arms chimed as they collided with each other. Footsteps could be heard, the sound of high heels strike the stone ground and echoed throughout the prison block. I opened my eyes and allowed them to adjust to the dark; I could just make out the steel door in front of me. The door swung open and a lady walked in her blonde hair tied in a tight bun. She wore a sleek red dress that came down in waves and toppled over the floor. She gazed around the cell and wrinkled her nose in revolt. “The stench in here is sickening!” she ranted as she gestured to the floor. “Its not like I have anywhere else to go” I growled at her. Multiple expressions went across her face, but stopped haGolden eyes part 11 year ago in Settings More Like This
My ConfessionIt has been a very long time,My Confession10 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Since I fell in love with you,
I do not remember when,
But I guess it didn't matter,
You are my world,
I think about you often,
So much that the very thought,
Makes me shake with anticipation,
Of meeting you,
I tried giving up,
To move on,
But I can not get you out,
Of my head,
So I sit here in wonderment,
Listening to the pounding of my heart,
I know there's a chance,
But it is better,
Knowing your true feelings,
Then letting my mind wander with fantasies,
So please meet me at the meeting place,
So I can say these precious words to you,
"I Love You!"
I SeeI See ~ RaeI See1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In her eyes.
All across her face.
She is so unsure,
Of how to,
It is written,
She lives through.
Yet I see this all,
And I know,
She is dieing.
She is dieing.
If her cries,
Go unnoticed much longer,
She will perish,
From this land.
So much pain,
So much misery,
And she wonders,
Will this ever end,
Will I ever have my life back,
Is this truly how I will die.
If it will be her last.
I see her,
She is me,
And I am her.
When she cries,
When I am hurt,
She is hurt.
And we both cry out,
I am so lost,
I see with my own eyes,
The pain I go through.
And now I cry,
Real Talk?You think you want to die?Real Talk?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You think that will solve all your problems?
Maybe it will.
Who am I to say?
All I know is that I lost someone
Who thought they couldn't live anymore.
Maybe they couldn't.
Who am I to judge?
All I know is that I didn't get to say goodbye,
And I'll probably never get that closure.
Maybe I'm just ignorant.
Who am I to know?
What I know is that death is permanent;
You don't come back.
Whether you think you will or not,
You'll leave people behind to grieve.
And it hurts
So much more
Than you can imagine.
Whatever it is:
Suicide is not the answer.
Take it from someone who knows.
It may not be you, but someone is always left behind
To pay the price for every suicide.
So, you think you want to die?
You think that will solve all your problems?
To BurnI want to set my skin on fireTo Burn1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With Death’s icy embrace.
I want to make my head stop
And my broken heart race.
I want to fade into black
Like fog over the sea.
I want to save them the bother
Of worrying about me.
I want to bleed myself white
Until I really am just a shell.
I want to miss out on heaven
Just to escape this cursed hell.
I want to see her face again
So I can tell her my regret.
I want her face to leave me
So that I can maybe forget.
I want my friends to be happy
But I stop that from being so.
I want to lose all control
And let the red blood flow.
I want to leave this place
And abandon all breath.
I want to do something right
And that something is death.
The MonsterThe Monster crushes dreams and lies to me,The Monster11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a veil through which it is hard to see.
The Monster just loves to put me down,
It smiles when I wear a frown.
The Monster knows all of my fears,
and It taunts me with them until I'm close to tears.
The Monster holds me back with invisible ropes,
Tearing up all my wants, dreams, and hopes.
The Monster knows just what I desire,
It works on ruining them; from this job It will never retire.
The Monster tells me that I'm not ample,
It treats me like dirt, and all over me It tramples.
The Monster knows what I love,
and It turns them against me so affection is something that I am void of.
The Monster lets no one near,
Because my plea for help is something someone might hear.
The Monster has control of me,
If you could not already see.
These chains are never ending,
and these locks have no key.
But where does such a Monster reside?
Where could one such beast possibly abide?
It is not in my closet doors,
And most certainly not under the creaky bo
Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?Mind, oh Mind1 year 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...
Dear Crush:Dear Crush:Dear Crush:10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believe you know who you are
I know the feelings are anything but requited
However I need to get this out
I liked you as a friend when we first met
And when I had issues you comforted me
Causing the friend barrier to be destroyed
Hence I started doubting my own heart
But here we are more than five months later
I no longer doubt these feeling, but accept them
I wish I never had accepted anything though
It’s so clear that you like her
I may have liked you first but guess that doesn’t matter
I probably won’t even be thanked for introducing you two
But please let me get this out
I am still in love with you
That girl you used to always talk too
DreamDreamDream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had a dream I walked through a field.
I was hot and cold and sad and bold.
The field was green the sky was blue,
and then I saw you.
the flowers blowing with your hair.
A smile upon our faces.
Felt your warm embraces.
Trapped between to worlds.
Sad and happy.
Let Me Tell You A StoryLet Me Tell You A StoryLet Me Tell You A Story1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little girl once walked though the world,
and the world let her keep her head up high.
Soon she found out that if she bent her head only a little,
the world would let her skip.
She skipped and skipped until one day she discovered that when she fell,
bending it down just a slight bit lower eased the pain.
Pressure built as she traveled through her years,
until she discovered by bending just a little bit lower, the pressure was easier to handle.
Every time something became too much she would bend just a little lower,
the change not because she was beat down, but because she succumbed.
Now she falls down into a sweeping bow, shoulders drooped, eyes lowered, head fixed on the floor,
when the world decides to let her look up again.
The air allows for her to rise the same amount she fell when she was young,
before the last gust knocks her to her knees.
No other time before now has she known what a mistake the first fall was,
but no other time before now did she appr