Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.Well...2 years 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?
wherever she goes, leave a rosewherever you are is wherever i'll bewherever she goes, leave a rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can't tell you everything because
if i do, you may not like what you hear
i can't show you everything because
you may not like what you find
but my shell is open, my soul is torn
love again, again to be born
and i'm letting forth the light in my chest
allowing your love to put me to rest
and though i hate to rhyme
when it's all about you
your love was old and once again new
The Black KnightI wake up in the morning and look around meThe Black Knight3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
We live under the puppet strings of many men
Our lives dictated by what we need to live by
But using the form of democracy to hide the lies
I wake up in the morning to find myself in the mirror
I'm one of those who wishes for hope in a world like this
But I cannot do it
Only another person can bring hope
I wake up in the morning
To find my reflection but as a different person
My reflection is the idea that I made
Remember I cannot do it as myself
I put on the mask and look at myself
Seeing what I have created instead
I cannot bring hope as myself
But I can do it as what I am now
I'm another person under the mask
I'm not weak and I'm willing to do what's right
I'm not another face where people just walk away from
I am something people want me to be
I do not think of myself as a hero
But only as an idea that is a part of my wishes
To help bring hope to myself and others
I just wish I could have done it as me
I've always wished that people could
The Happy DaysDo you remember those happy days in our lives?The Happy Days3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When we lived in a time of imagination and happiness?
We had boxes of crayons and markers with sheets of paper under our feet
And we drew away what we saw in our young minds
Do you remember that time when you laughed with a golden smile?
We painted with our hands and drew our happy family
We didn't care about the world around us at that time
We were living in our land of make believe
Do you remember that time when you played with your toys?
Imagination made them seem real and they were our closet friends
Now they are just pieces of plastic and wool
They are no longer real to us anymore
Do you remember that time when we grew up?
The world finally came clear to us
The world we thought was a good place is now a prison
The sun doesn't shine anymore and we have inanimate friends
The drawings you made are pointless
The tribes you join are your family
Mommy and daddy get in constant fights about the green paper
The world finally came down and our
DisagreeI believe in miraclesDisagree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the unexplained
We define in parables
what has not been named
I haven't asked
if you disagree,
but I'm not one tasked
by the enemy
I support all womens' health,
not just physical
Social, emotional self
and the spiritual
I haven't asked
if you disagree-
don't feel attacked
by the enemy
I expect those who would lead
to show honesty
Compromise is what we need,
grounded in reality
I haven't asked
if you disagree,
but I'm not one backed
by the enemy
I hold that love isn't made
but can be given
It's not about "getting laid"
or who's sex-driven
I haven't asked
if you disagree-
don't believe I'm masked
by the enemy
Between you and me
there is no doubting
the world we see,
so I'm not asking
Cherish all that you concieve
and I'll let it be
because I'll always believe
you are not the enemy
Poetry is AlivePoetry is just words on paper one may sayPoetry is Alive2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Poetry is like rap but without the beat
So many things that people say about poetry
But what if I said something different
What if I said that poetry is more than what people say?
What if I said that it's more than the stuff of life?
What if I said that a poet is inside the words of poetry?
What will happen to me if I said that?
Every poem that I made
I always made a mistake
Yet again I was told to fix it
But I never did
I came to realize something unique
Even though I say that a poem that I wrote may suck
I came to realize that why should a poem be perfect?
A person is not perfect, so why not a poem
Every poem that I wrote in the past
From my start to my present
I wrote it all with my emotions and with my thoughts
Now I realize that they are alive
Alive... I can hear every heart beat that it has to offer
My heartbeat can be heard in those poems
My voice are telling the people who I really am
Poetry is more than just words and more than just ab
Don't You Ever Wonder?Don't You Ever Wonder?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you ever wonder
Why people think you're beautiful?
Why they think you're talented and smart?
Why they would waste so much time on you?
Does it ever confuse you
When people give you support?
I have no value, why do they care?
I can't do anything, I can't be a help.
Why do they even stay?
A simple reason, really,
Why they think what they think.
They see who we truly are.
Beyond what your mind has thought up.
They don't see you through broken glass.
Through the window that's been fogged up.
By the insecurites and flaws you l
My Friend The Soldier'I wish that it is a cold winter night, and it is snowing and I am waiting in the dark along with my forces to ambush the enemy. I like this more than my first day bride' Unknown.My Friend The Soldier2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They say being an enlisted officer is the most difficult of all occupations for they must carry the weight of their country's pride on their shoulders. It is sheer bliss that one feels when seeing their family gather together for a special meal all under one roof, but for a soldier, stationed thousands of miles away from home, positioned in a ditch holding their favorite rifle, and knowing their families are safe, is enough. These silent heroes deserve nothing but praise and admiration for selflessly laying down their lives, yet they are not. In this world filled with hatred and war and suffering, the brave heroes die silently while the tyrants rule with feigned audacity.
The sight of a folded flag in a mother's lap, the hushed cry of the lover as they send their beloved off to war, not kno
My Worst Enemy.It rips.My Worst Enemy.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please just stop, please stop.
"You're a fucking bitch. "
"How could you fucking do it?"
I'm so sorry. Please stop, please.
"You ruined him, you broke him, and you're completely okay with that?"
I didn't want to, I really didn't, please. please. stop.
"Can you fathom the tears, the undying hope that he felt?"
I don't know.. just please.
"You drove him to insanity, you hurt him."
I didn't. I didn't. I didn't.
"You pretended to love him, you didn't love him, did you?"
I DID. I DID. I care about him so much.. just stop. please..
"What? Are those tears? You don't deserve to cry."
"Is that blood? HAH. I hope it never ends. Would you like some salt with that?."
It won't stop.
"No one will come to help you, you never deserved it."
I don't want help..
"You are fake, you are
My Greatest FoeThere you sit, tauntingMy Greatest Foe2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Gleeful in your pristine state
Unadorned you scoff
Radiant you preen
Teasing with blank expression
Come here, defile me
Make me willing slave
Cover me with word and verse
I am a blank page
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
She Saw MeI remember tears streaming down your faceShe Saw Me2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I said, "I'll never let you go."
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone."
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight
I found him slumped beside his bed that night, trembling violently. In his left hand was a gun, but it wasn't much use since he couldn't hold his hand steady enough to get the bullet into his head.
"Nathan?" I whispered in horror, watching the young man I'd fallen in love with raise his head. The look in his sullen blue eyes was the look one would give you if they had been broken. It was the look one would give you if they truly had nothing left to live forwhen they couldn't go on living the way that they were. It was almost as if someone had shut the doors to his soul.
Tears welled suddenly within that shattered gaze, tumbled hastily over the edge of his lids and rolled in great masses down his cheeks. I knew then that he was well and truly gone, s
Answers Why was I ever born?Answers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are here for a purpose.
You are worth more that the moon and the stars.
There is no point to live.
I will show you the point of your existance.
I want to go home to you.
I am not done with you yet, my child.
I can't do anything right.
I will give you the strength to fight on.
But you don't understand.
No, you don't understand.
Stopped a StrangerI stopped a stranger today.Stopped a Stranger2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It might have been the bravest thing I've ever done. At a convenient store located just a few short blocks from my home, I stopped a stranger.
He held the door open for me as I departed with a pack of expensive cigarettes. It might have been the bravest thing I've ever done. The convenient store opened it's doors to many different colors of people. I stopped a stranger.
The man didn't seem any more harmless than the thugs living down the street from me. The kind covered in tattoos, wore used clothing from a cheap thrift store, and drove cars that lacked all respect for other drivers on the road. He held the door open for me as I departed with a pack of expensive cigarettes. I gripped them within my right hand, nervous at that very point in time when we met each other at the closed doors. His skin color was a pasty white, his hair black, his body wide but not large, and the tattoo on his forearm warned me of his nature. I stopped a stranger. It might have bee
World War IIIHave you looked out your window today?World War III3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Yes the sun does shine but the warmth is dying
The grass and trees is dying and it rains ashes today
Can you hear the birds chirping today?
You can't hear them?
That's because all the birds are really dead
The blue sky is blue but it's clouded by ash
It really happened today
It wasn't the Russians that we feared before
It wasn't the former Soviet Union
It happened with a country known as Iran
It all happened when the blockades came in
It all happened when the US lost a drone
It all happend when Iran started building something new
Iran started building nuclear power plants
Iran started researching nuclear bombs
It all happened so fast
It all happened and it had to come
It's like judgement day
The storm came in and houses were destroyed
Iran came in like a hurricane but the US came in like a tsumami
Lives were lost and houses were destroyed
We didn't want to believe this was happening
Can you hear the bells ringing?
The explosions a
Final MomentsStabbed in the chest.Final Moments2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Throat cut deep and wide.
Wrists bleeding out in puddles.
Light changes in my fogged and teary eyes.
The beating of my heart pounds against impossibility.
Breathing slows to a rasping whisper.
Arms going numb with blissful pain.
Red blurs my vision of the world.
The final pounding beat of a faint heart.
The last breath of a slipping soul.
Limp limbs find their resting places in pools of red.
Darkness takes over once and for all.
What is color?"I wish to play with color,"What is color?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"what is color",
"Color is what I paint with, what I fill my drawings with."
"Is it something solid, is it something you can have?"
"Yes it is, my favorite color is red."
"Red? I have heard of red, and blue. Are they colors?"
"Yes they are. Here take some red"
"It smells like your hands, and its soft. Is that what red is?'
"No. Red is bight, and it's the color of strawberries."
"maybe it is something only you can play with...
I only have black as my color."
alivei want to be buried inalive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a grave made of water
because i write poetry
but don't understand it
because i know how to feel
but not how to cope
or how to tell you what
it feels like to die
my mother will cry and
her garden will still grow
but she will not take down
photos on the windowsill
she will age dutifully and
retire, travel the world and
i will only regret not being
able to see her finally happy
my brother grow up without
knowing how much i cared
but he will still think
of me on his wedding day
his eyes will be a window
not to his soul, but a world
of pain and loss and he will
wish that i could say sorry
and the boy who knows that
he was the only one i loved;
he will lose himself in the
thought that he had the chance
to save a life, but didn't;
he will read my poetry and
not understand why but know
that i loved him more than life
i will fade to dirt, and from
me will grow a peach tree, with
the type of leaves that children
will make boats out of, sail
across their puddle oceans
The Pirate SolsticeThe Pirate Solstice:The Pirate Solstice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is tale around the Galbin Coast,
Of a black ship that appeared on the Winter Solstice.
It arrived at a town near Bismarch,
Struck heavily by famine and crop plagues.
The ship drifted silently upon the ocean currents,
Not a creak nor groan could be heard from its frame.
It docked at the port like an ominous reaper's vessel;
A metallic boarding ramp - much like a daemon's tongue -
Slithered slowly from its deck to meet with wooden jetty.
The crew descended, wearing black cloaks and black hats,
Fedoras, I believe they were called.
These figures made little noise as they moved,
walking slowly, silently and solemnly,
Carrying huge rucksacks upon their backs.
One by one, they dispersed throughout the town,
They went from house to house, distributing food,
Gifts and other things of the like.
For the first time in a long while,
The town was filled with laughter and joy.
Children actually giggled and smiled,
While adults breathed a sighs of relief and ea
love poem for a linguistI love youlove poem for a linguist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the skeleton
of a sentence,
the essentials of meaning.
I love you
with nouns and verbs
with the barest
a paring down
a grammar of my own design
in which everything
Wait For Me.Wait For Me.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wait For Me.
It was a cold night in Kohona, Sakura couldn't sleep so she went for a walk outside. She was near the big gates that lead outside of the huge village. She sat down on a bench to take a short rest. When she was about to get up she saw a figure walking towards her. As the figure got closer she figured out who it was. It was Sasuke. With a backpack. It's night, and... he's walking towards the gates... Sasuke is going to leave the village! As he walked closer she could see his face, as stoic as usual. She called him.
He turned around and stared at her. Emotionless.
"W-Where are you g-going?"
She was near tears.
"A-Are you leaving for a short mission?"
He replied quietly.
"I-I'm leaving the village."
".... I have to, to reach my goal."
"I'm sorry Sakura..."
"... Take me with you."
"I-I love you Sasuke! W-With all of my heart!"
Painful LostWhy do I painPainful Lost4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When it was I
Why do I feel
Without you by my side.
Why am I
If I made the choice.
Why do I hunger
Though I let you go.
I never realized
How important you were
Until you've gone.
Now I want you back
Back by my side
But I cannot find you.
Shall I see your face.
Or hear your quiet laugh.
I've hurt you
Stabbed you too hard.
That sweet love
We once had
Our love is lost
'Cause I didn't treasure.
I threw away what mattered most.