Not perfect enoughI had a break-down this week.Not perfect enough2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I succumbed to the stress,
and it completely consumed me -
slowly tore me to pieces .
Why did you have to force me?
I never wanted to do it and
the emotions, the sadness -
it ravaged through my being
and you were so, so oblivious;
No idea of the pain you caused me.
I'm tired of trying.
This week was tortuous,
and there were so many times
where I could feel the
crystallised tears sliding,
for no reason but the
depression coursing through me.
I give up.
I'm sorry, mum -
I'm not perfect enough.
StayNo matter what we've done to each otherStay2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It still kills us
So very dark
Would you forgive my sins?
Would I forgive yours?
But I know we'll never forget
The imbalances of a fragile relation
It broke down and collapsed
But we rebuilt it, with less heart
'Till it's made of glass
Shatter at the lightest touch
Could you? Should you?
I still want you to stay.
Evening childWe’d sit on porch stepsEvening child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Insecticide burning our lungs
Awkward and gangly attempting to grow into our limbs
You with freckles dusting your nose and I with a small dot on my cheek
You called it a beauty spot and I said god was too lazy to give me freckles
We were 15 and lust driven amnesiacs
Dissolving our flesh with cheap gin in your tree house
Throwing pebbles at the sky hoping to shatter it
We were an epidemic of the underdog prognosis
Playing encores to an audience of cowards
For some reason we’d always rush across rail way tracks
Metal bars quivering and our broken sneakers stumbling
We were branded in mistakes and embellished in thin silvery scars
Battle scars we’d say laughing because there was nothing else to do
To eat is to die.The aroma is so inviting.To eat is to die.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is mouthwatering.
It's presented so fine.
All is not as it seems.
Its aroma invites self-hatred.
The mouth waters with blood,
Presented as the witch's apple.
Those five syllables,
So controlling as they utter:
Look at you.
So weak and thin.
But as long as you're beautiful,
Then who will care what's within?
So put that fork down.
Tell them you're not hungry.
Stay in your room and allow,
Your vitality to fall from your eyes.
To eat is to die.
SocietyEmotionless, placid facades plaster a sheer robotism;Society9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ingrained in our brains
Circuits, instead of capillaries, trace the inner workings of our hypothalamus
We're infectiously dull beings,
Cloned sheep chanting an over-rated mantra,
uttering meaningless syllables under an ink-dark sky.
Treading across the deserted tundra,
The artificial light.
Bipolar Affair.I've alwaysBipolar Affair.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that make you
and with feathery touch
every raise and dip
in the texture
You make my skin
my thoughts go
like a great big wave
leaving me feeling
helpless and weak,
far too raw and far too exposed
tug of war
just to let the rope
I bleed truth
the heavier your breath
feels on my face,
the closer you come
to steal a kiss that
You like to leave me
out in the
watch my body
my lips turn
I get a sick feeling that
it warms you up
to see me getting the
Define AliveI'm hereDefine Alive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting next to myself
As I breathe I swear I
can feel the weight of my mistakes
and even the coolness of the
night seems to
If I could reach out
and dissolve the
nothing between us...
maybe I could remember
why I'm here.
I push myself
and I break myself down
with a desperation that never
shows on my face
I want to feel anything
I want to see blood
yet it stays in my veins.
Just to prove I'm alive
And how do I explain this failure?
I have a heartbeat,
I know that's enough.
To the end of the worldI trace the air where your skin used to be,To the end of the world2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And follow the maps your fingers left on me,
Along my arms,
Across my face,
Hoping that they will lead to you
And not into empty space.
Your heartbeat is my song,
Your breath is the air I breathe,
You are the beauty I see,
And though I know I will never see your face again,
I can keep trying.
I bury myself in your clothes,
Surround myself in your smell.
Breathe you in and
Try to remember you,
How you moved,
How you smiled.
Another bottle of vodka on the floor
The ghosts of you keep coming back
And haunting me, teasing me
With things I can’t have.
Your memory is fuzzy to me now,
Your maps lead me to my heart.
It has broken in two,
Part of it left this world with you.
Here I am on the floor,
Drowning in alcohol,
Surrounded by what’s left of you
And understand that
My heart will always be haunted by you.
death.i.death.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The best games
Are the simple ones.
That's why Mario and Sonic
Are so popular
And why people
Is destruction at its finest.
So this ones for all
The boys who couldn't find a ledge high enough
The girls who couldn't find pills strong enough
Sing it out
Until the bullet hits deep enough.
WildflowerI think you’d look nice in a field,Wildflower2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maybe sitting down.
You’d probably wear that hat you always do,
And possibly that scarf you like, too.
You’d definitely be sitting down.
It might end up being a warm day.
Definitely with a cool wind,
Just strong enough to run through your hair.
You would gently sunburn ‘cos you’re quite fair,
But I think you like the wind.
We’d make gentle impressions on the grass,
And aimlessly chatter
About our favourite bands and what’s for tea.
You’d probably tell me I’m a bit crazy,
But I think that’s why we chatter.
You would look nice in a field
Full of dandelions.
You’d tilt your head, angled at the sky
And a particular plant would catch my eye,
Maybe a bluebell or a daisy.
But I think a dandelion would suit you best.
Vibrant yellow flares.
Every single one of them stands out proud,
They are themselves to every crowd.
I think you’re a wildflower.
Perfect TimingPerfect TimingPerfect Timing2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Butterflies fill my insides,
While I hear your smile traveling through the telephone.
Your painted purple finger nails.
They glide across the weak spot in the back of my neck.
Raising my hair.
Like an animal caught in the adrenaline rush of a fight.
You are my lullaby while I fall asleep at night,
Dreaming you’re here with our fingers interlaced.
You are the first cigarette of the day.
You hold the morning peace and serenity.
You’re as breathtaking as the first fresh step outside in the brisk of winter.
Melting in the heat you bring like the sun in spring.
You are as beautiful as the orange leaves on a new fall day.
Your rays bloom inside of me, as I am caught between the summer breeze.
Your intelligence glows like the stars in the night sky.
Your green eyes look beautiful in the moonlight.
I drip my passion into your soul,
The place where I feel fully comfortable and at home.
With every word you say I feel amazed.
You make me smile,
PrismAn applePrism3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a while
I think it'll all be okay
I look down
I glance back
I'm snapped like my old rubber band
If you'd talk
That I'm missing
Can be crushed in the palm of your hand
Carries false hope
But I don't
Want to cope
'Cause I know that it's just for today
Crossroads.These lines of memoriesCrossroads.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Temporarily staining my cheeks
Bring more than just redness to my eyes.
Remember when I said I'd try to be happy from now on?
These lines of memories
Permanently scarring my outer arm
Bring more than just blood to the surface.
Remember when I promised you I would stop?
These lines of memories
Overlapping one another
Bring more than just disarray.
Remember when I told you that I loved you?
Surface JudgmentsRed nailpolishSurface Judgments2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Is too strong they all whisper.
I'll never like pink.
age / im running out of excusesI'm running out of excusesage / im running out of excuses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For my laziness.
I can't say it's because I'm uncomfortable
Because I just got a new bed.
I can't say it's because of fear
Because the night monsters stopped years ago.
So I'll just sit there while you yell at me
(I can't tell you it's because I stay up all night either
Because you won't understand that the Internet is a better home
You'll just laugh and say that's my age talking)
For my moodiness.
I can't say it's because of school
Because no one tries to bully me
I can't say it's because I'm hurt
Because I stopped going outside.
I can't say it's because I'm angry
Because what is there to be angry about? We (you) are perfect.
So I'll just sit there and let you scream at me
(I can't tell you that it's because I'm always sad
Because you won't understand that I can't forget what happened
You'll just laugh and say that's my age talking)
For my anti-socialness.
I can't say it's because I'm scared
Because I'm a young woman now, not a child.
I can't say it's becaus
opposites attract / teenagersSo here's a story about a whiney, over dramatic teenager written by a whiney, over dramatic teenager - me. This story won't have any real structure, simply because I'm way too cool and hip for that. It won't have a happy ending, either, because who these days even likes those? Nah, it'll just be one long block of text, split into paragraphs here and there and practically dripping angst. It will probably reference cutting, or suicide, or drugs, or alcohol, or addiction, or some tragic ailment that appears in more soap operas than it does people. You know why? Because problems are fun. They make life so much more interesting, like a storybook but you're actually living it and you don't have to pretend. Whining is even better, even more fun. Because people pay attention to you when you whine. Of course, it depends on how you go about whining - do you choose to be loud and proud about it, telling everyone that will and sometimes won't listen? Or are you one of the quiet ones that write poeopposites attract / teenagers2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anxiety BombIn the world without excuseAnxiety Bomb2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On suffocating crowded days
The panic is a valid threat
To yank my heart from out my chest
Like animals locked inside zoos
I shrivel from their choking gaze
Soon I suck in shallow breaths
Drenched in pins and needle sweat
I wasn’t taught these social cues
I try to mimic what they say
But I don’t know what’s wrong or right
No one understands my plight
Whatever’s real feels like a ruse
I wander in a clouded haze
Confusion is a parasite
Robbing me of sound and sight
I’m panicking, my screws are loose
I’m manic, twitching in my craze
They know I’m strange, see through my lies
Anxiety is on the rise
Their heated words ignite the fuse
Their presence is a constant blaze
I can’t withstand their flaming eyes
I’m burning and I’m paralyzed
Inside my head is where I view
My body start its countdown phase
Seconds until I reach eruption
From my strange social malfunction
They’re unaware of their abuse
ItalyxReader .:.Bring on the Coffee.:.ItalyxReader .:.Bring on the Coffee.:.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
ItalyxReader .:.Bring on the Coffee.:.
You slowly walked out onto your balcony holding your mug of coffee, overlooking one of the many beautiful canals scattered across the wonderful city of Venice. You took a sip of your morning brew, a smile working its way across your lips. Leaning on the railing of the balcony, you glanced down at the little pathway next to the nearest canal, raising a brow at what you saw.
Barely visible from your point of view was a head of red-brown hair completely frazzled. You pushed away from the railing, walking back into your room, placing your coffee down on your dresser and opening up the closet door. You grabbed your black robe, slipping it on, followed by matching black slippers.
After grabbing your coffee once again, you headed towards the front door of your small flat, taking a glance into your mirror as you passed by. Your hair could have been in a much better state, but you were much too worried to what was with the person outsi
Echoes...EchoesEchoes...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A year ago, on one night like this, the moon melted in your hands
And the last drop, too stubborn to rub off, glistened on my lips,
After I drank to my heart's desire, and fell asleep in your warmth...
A month ago, on one night like this, the sky was too dark to see
And the last star, too weak to keep my hopes alive, burnt up
After I had cried enough, and drowned in my own turbulent sea...
A week ago, on one night like this, your memory came knocking at the door
And my intuitions, better late than never, remembered the false alarms,
After I refused to answer, and your footsteps were lost in the woods...
Tonight, I am waiting for the echoes...
InsomniaLaying awake for hours is my nightly routineInsomnia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With you on my mind, it's impossible to sleep.
My constant worries of how you perceive me.
My insomnia, denying me my sleep.
I don't want to let you go,
But in my weakness, I will probably do so.
I'll cry as you slip from my grasp.
I was so close, but the coward in me,
Built up walls, made me fall.
Knocked me off my feet.
SmokeDo you ever light a cigaretteSmoke2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to watch the smoke dance and fade into the air?
Have the ash slowly turn and crumble away
like the memories that you once shared.
Just to watch it burn away;
the only thing in your hands?
Knowing that one small intake can make
you too weak to even stand,
and that once it gets to the end
your only option is to throw it away.
All I feel is sympathy for those
who go through this every day,
not realising the embers that burn
are the signs of hope, slowly fading,
burning, dying between your fingers.
She dreams of staying, I dream of escaping.
FallingA tear dripsFalling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing catches it.
Nothing caught me
When I fell
Life, Death, and EternityLife, Death, and Eternity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The snow falls slowly
and lonely eeriness fills the air.
The clouds grow dark
but the white earth
Paws drag through the cold powder
worn and tired.
Life becomes a struggle
just barely holding on by a thread
but continues to push on.
For what purpose
does the young life end so soon?
Was there not more
to be done in this lifetime?
It is not long
before the last step is taken
and death once more claims another.
The mountains and the forests cry
for the loss of a wolven heart.
Howls of anguish are carried to the sky
as their hearts and spirits break.
Snowflakes continue to fall
attempting to cover the memory
of the golden eyes
that once sang to the moon
but now rest in peaceful eternity.
This life will never be forgotten.
Crying OutI cannot find the words to sayCrying Out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh I wish to fly away
Somewhere I can't be ignored
Where words don't cut like dual-edged swords
This heavy heart holds my grief
How can I grant it relief
In this aching body of mine
Where is the silver line
How can I relieve this pain
That pounds inside like beating rain
My soul cries out for open ears
But echos back with my tears