AloneIt is quite funny how something simple,Alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So simple in both nature and action,
Can make you feel so utterly
Something simple like
Your friends all having time to be together
But no time to be with you.
Something simple like
Your friends smiling and laughing
While you fight the unhappiness inside you
That they don’t seem to notice.
Something as simple as
Not being invited to a party
Because they “exceeded the limit they could invite.”
Something as simple as
Always following behind, one step away
But as you slow to a stop
They don’t turn to make sure you are still okay.
It is quite angering and upsetting
To always have to wonder why.
Why it seems like you aren’t important enough
To keep them company.
Why you will never be good enough
To truly be their friend.
Why you will always be left behind
When you want so much to take part in it.
Why you are always just “average” enough
To never make a lasting impression.
How is one supposed to be
First Time-EroticFirst TimeFirst Time-Erotic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His fingers dance upon my skin
As he begs to be let in,
His lips, so warm, tease my ear
As his breath dances
The fear disappears.
Bodies close as close can be
Not a thing between him and me.
His kiss so soft,
Tongue hot as fire,
Coaxing my own to dance.
With him inside,
We lose track of time,
Our hearts beat
Through the pain
To brand new, sweet pleasure.
The first time of many,
At this point, is done.
I could lie here,
In his arms, hot as the sun.
what is lostI forgot who I was today.what is lost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was the most beautiful experience of my life.
School SucksSchool SucksSchool Sucks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And yes that is a fact
Try being me, and you'll see how people react
Yes I am different, and no I am not "cool"
I'm the freak, the outcast at school
So what if my hair is black and always in my face
Who cares if I walk through the halls like its a race
I know I'm quiet, and I don't like to talk
But that gives you no reason to make me the laughing stock
Yes I love skinny jeans, and converse are the best
Aside from that what makes me so different from all the rest
You all judge by appearance, always overlooking what's inside
Making crude jokes just to boost your own pride
Please just stop and look
See that small bit of MY happiness that you took
With every rude word, and glare on your face
Your only trying to cover up your own mistakes that you can not erase
Our love is a songI've tried my hardest to write you a songOur love is a song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but there's so many lyrics that its too long
So I'll write a compilation of music instead
and make sure to say all thats been in my head
Track one will be how we came to be
At first so wild, young, and free
track two will be to romance you
with just enough rhythym to dance to.
Track three will be as sensual as a lustful night
But still like a love ballad done just right
Track four, a melody for lovers who follow their heart
and will try to stay strong even while they're apart
for now track five will remain unwritten
but one things for sure is that I'm smitten
Even if the rest of the lyrics become sad
I'll still remember the songs we had
The harmony we have i could never regret
and the sexy tango we dance to i could never forget
So i'll continue singing you every note in my soul
with the hopes you'll keep making my songs whole
for your heart is the beat i need to hear
and your love is the melody that i hold dear.
I'll Love You Even In DeathHer hand tightens on mineI'll Love You Even In Death4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I kiss her into the bed.
Her mouth is parted,
Inviting me in.
She's never acted this way before.
Always alone, always sulking.
But now she's opened up
She's shown me her scars, her tears.
I lick her neck right under the chin
She squirms under me, sighing for more.
But I don't.
Laying down besides her,
I kiss her on the head.
She may pout in protest,
But I just pull her closer.
Until she's wrapped in my arms.
She fits me, like a puzzle piece.
I'm not ever letting her go,
Not even if she dies.
The cutter The cutterThe cutter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The blood is flowing down my arm.
The pain is like thousands of knives instead of the one.
When I see all the red I feel beautiful.
For the very first time in my life I feel beautiful and relief
my soul is free.
But it don't last forever and tomorrow I need to feel the pain agian.
To feel the warmth from the beautiful red.
Im glad my friends dosen't know...
Long Distance, Wrong DistanceHave I ever told youLong Distance, Wrong Distance6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes. I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine?
Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
whispering into my ear?
Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day
only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?
Have I ever told you
that there has been times,
when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me..
and so I sat and cried?
Have I ever told you
I will reach out,
touching your name
on this cold screen before me,
I could reach in
and pull you to me?
Have I ever told you
that after the first time I heard
the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away,
I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over
in my mind,
like some newly discovered species of flower?
Have I ever told you
that I would
Long-distance loversBeing half way around the world from youLong-distance lovers9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am starting to notice the distance,
that I can no longer brush my fingertips along your
carved up knees, cannot let my arms fold into yours
as if we are an origami swan and being half way
around the world from you I am starting to notice
other eyes and other smiles, they aren’t as blue as
patterned chinese vases and they aren’t as curved as
the dip of the mattress under your back but they are
close enough to reach out and grab (I don’t, but I thought
you should know).
And they let their gaze wonder over sacred places, let their
words tumble into my ear, and I know I could, I could
but I don’t I don’t because -
The butterflies you caged inside my chest do not so much as
flutter and in the roar of traffic, the hum of coffee machines,
a song on the radio, I hear your laugh, low and muffled and
distant but still existing and maybe you smell my perfume in
a bakers, a fruit market, a nightclub and remember that I am at
It Was Musicbeautiful music playedIt Was Music3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
through the keys of a piano.
long tender fingers glided along the keys
as if they are meant to be there.
it wasn't love at first sight,
no not at all.
it was the music that drew my heart.
it was the music that you played.
it was the music that brought us together.
it was the music that tore us part.
you were in the music room
that was at the abandon side of our school building.
i happened to pass by that room
because i need some time alone from everything.
i stopped outside the room,
wiping my tears.
your eyes were closed as you lightly hit the keys.
i did not want to disturb you
instead i saw the window of the room open.
i then quickly and quietly went into the next room,
opened the window and the room was filled with the music.
i carried a dusty desk and placed it by the window,
placed my bag down, rest my head and listen to you play.
i closed my eyes and recall what i saw back then.
your hair moved softly along the breeze
that came through th
beautiful.i want herbeautiful.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the atlantic needs a storm,
but she's causing hurricanes
to flutter in some other boy's
Sexone time at schoolSex1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was dancing down the hall,
and I was telling a friend of mine
about how virginity is not a flower,
but rather it is an orchard, bearing fruit
ripe enough to entice Eve
and as our mouths began to water a teacher stopped me
and told me that the words I spoke
were a sin to school halls,
and I told her that the true sin
was a teaching about how Christopher Columbus
a rapist and a murderer
was depicted as some sort of savior of
And of course that could not be so
what with moral absolutism
a rapist could not be a Messiah
a rapist could not be a hero and the teacher just looked at me,
"isn't it just sex?
Don't become an artistFor you will look at love as abstract art.Don't become an artist9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You will look at the sky as a canvas to paint your heart
Feel raindrops ink your skin with poetry.
You will draw curves out of straight lines
You will make sense out of slant rhyme
Call empty space, a place to contemplate
And fill walls with kaleidoscope memories
You will inject beats in your veins
And get high on good music
You will dance to the pitter-patter of rain
and sing of melancholy and pain
You will taste ink in your first kiss
After which, you’ll ask the weirdest questions.
You will make a carbon copy of the intellectual conversations
You had on your first date.
You will see depth in his eyes
Depth, you’re ready to fall into.
You will love his every word-Truth or lies
For you will be a victim to metaphors and similies.
You will live in your tiny world of stories
And when someone out there, outside your own bubble
Of profound thoughts and fantasies
Share the same story, you let them write yours too.
You let them read your
Wanting HerAll I want to do is hold her.Wanting Her1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to hold her with her beautiful bird bones, her slim waist.
I want to see her light up and dazzle me with her smile.
To brush my fingers through her hair, and compliment her eyes.
I want to kiss her sweetly, with closed eyes and soft lips.
I want her to hold me.
To whisper and giggle into my ear.
I want her to run her fingers gently over my skin, feeling its softness.
To discover the raw me, without all the cover-up of outer beauty.
I want her to notice all my imperfections and scars and like me all the more.
To kiss me gently, then passionately, our bodies entwining, curves coming together.
To feel as if we are the only two people in the world,
and have perfection, even if only for a moment.
I want her, and her to want me.
the shadows beneath my eyes remind me of you.i got bored in class last friday,the shadows beneath my eyes remind me of you.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
so i wrote a poem upon my hand,
and when my teacher walked by he read it.
"that's deep," he said.
"i know," i told him,
ChemistryIn chemistry we learn about the elements:Chemistry3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Iodine, hydrogen, sodium and chlorine.
Formulae on the board; notes on my desk
I don't know what half of these things mean.
The period drags by, I'm daydreaming again
Doodling your name in a heart on my diary.
The teacher drones on, I don't hear a thing
My head full of another kind of chemistry...
This chemistry is explosive, corrosive, toxic ~
A spontaneous reaction, no catalyst required.
The two highly reactive elements that collide
One little spark and our hearts were on fire.
I could hear your runaway pulse as we hugged;
Could feel the sparks whenever we were close.
Joined by an ionic bond, form perfect compound
What causes this reaction, nobody knows.
So yes, we are studying chemistry in Science
But it helps when I see it happen every day.
Whenever you look at me, whenever you smile
I feel elements exploding inside, reacting away.
DistanceI'm thinking of you again.Distance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I stare at the map.
My finger traces the line,
And I smile sadly to myself.
As it is only centimetres,
That keep us apart.
i'm going to need you to breathe for us.don't fall in love with mei'm going to need you to breathe for us.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because i don't do things the way your exes do.
i'm not going to take you to some fancy restaurant
with a suit and tie and valet to park the car
i'll take you to a library instead
we'll go shopping together
and try on some other people's grandparent's clothes
we'll get new names and fake shitty accents for each reflection
i'll convince you to buy an ugly jacket
by telling you your face is so damn pretty
no one's going to look once at that color blocked windbreaker
you'll wear it in the car,
but fidget uncomfortably when we stop
so we'll switch coats outside the art museum
you'll take my picture next to some abstract piano sculpture
constructed of old park benches
and tell me that i'm brave,
but i'm just a coward who likes to make you laugh.
i care too much about what people think
but not when i'm with you
because those strangers are just echoes of your shadow.
we'll go into the bell tower of that catholic church by the harbo
DistanceThey say distance makes the heart grow fonder. And I say bullshit. Distance splits the heart in two, then makes the two parts tear each other to pieces. It keeps you awake long after everyone else is asleep, just lying there thinking of that one who you're so far away from. It makes you hate yourself for being so obsessed with them, for getting so attached. It makes you lash out at the people around you because they're not that one who makes you feel so special. It drains all motivation, all emotion. It makes you try and push them away, so that maybe it'll hurt that much less. It makes you feel like you don't even have a heart, just an aching cavity in your chest that you didn't even know existed until it was emptied. It eats at you in the worst of ways until you're not sure of anything anymore. And more than anything, it pulls you. Tries to drag you back to that one who's so very far away.Distance4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
And the whole time, there's always that question: what about them? Do they feel the same? Do the
Banana pancakes and the fluI'm thankful for long nightsBanana pancakes and the flu8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and late mornings.
Those rainy Monday "sick days,"
where we lie in bed all morning
and talk in the
of our lips and tongues.
in last night's pajamas
and this morning's messy hair.
I want to grow old with you
and spend every Monday with the flu.
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breathe, love.i sat on your bedbreathe, love.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and used your watercolors to paint
a cemetery in my journal.
i painted the grass the same beautiful green i always wanted
your eyes to be
and all the dirt is nice and flawless,
you can't even tell, in the picture,
that you're buried beneath the flowers.