If You Think You Know MeHidden behind this coverIf You Think You Know Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is a world youll never see
A mind of regretful hate
Which is seen as misery
Things which, I know, have to change
Those things I will set straight
And flaws that I am proud of
But most of it I hate
Scarred and twisted is my mind
Shows in my personality
But all is hidden, by this mask
That could hide insanity
You see the lie, you hear the lie
Those false words: Im fine
But behind the darkness
Is an endless struggle to shine
Never quite good enough
I let so many down
My life is not accepted
Well not without a frown
I cant be myself
Or let myself be free
All I give is you
Another excuse to hate me
My pain is always here
In some shape or form
But I am forced to hide it
From the minute I was born
One day you will see me
Safe from my own hate
But now and years to come
Just pretend my life is great
I Want YouI want to scream your name,I Want You8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as loud as I can.
I want you here beside me,
right now and forever.
I want to whisper your name,
with my breath tickling your ear.
I want you in my bed,
to keep me warm during the lonely nights.
I want you in the day,
so I can see you shinning light.
I want you at night,
to keep the darkness at bay.
I want you to hold me,
safely in your arms.
I want you to kiss me,
with such tenderness on my lips.
I want you to hold my hand,
to prove that you are mine.
I want you to say I love you
to prove that my fears are not true.
I just want you.
AlmostThis place brings back so many memoriesAlmost1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each one reminding me what I had
Sometimes, I can’t stand it and I fall to my knees
I can’t believe I had perfection…
And I just let it slip away.
I wish I could tell you, but I don’t know what you’d say
You were my best friend, my everything
You were a part of me and I let you get away
So much for meaning every word that you say…
I wish I could tell you how right you were
I should’ve treated you better and been more mature
But you opened my eyes though it hurt me sometimes
To see how much we were falling apart…
Neither one of us tried; I wish you didn’t just leave
It kills me not knowing what I should feel
Or what to believe
But you probably won’t see this, not this time
And you’ll never know how much this has torn me apart…
Ribcagesi know i said i don'tRibcages1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
believe in love, but
there are cavernous sighs
and echoes and calls
from deep within the dark
and from somewhere in the night,
welling up in my ribcage,
"it enthralls me, and i want it."
The Lonely Teddy BearThe Lonely Teddy Bear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A small tear falls,
A bear begins to weep.
He misses their cuddles
And watching her sleep.
Such happy times
They both once shared.
But now the room's silent
And the little bear is scared.
He doesn't understand
Why she had to go.
What in the world
Could take her so.
But now she is gone,
And the room is dead.
This bear's little head.
He continues to cry,
He will never forget,
The little girl,
This bear once met.
Come BackCome back,Come Back7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come back again to fight the lost,
Come back again to finish the song,
I wanted to finish without you,
So come back again and heal my wounds.
Pleading in the shadows wont fix anything,
So come back again and kill this song,
Come back again and scream at me,
Come back again and release me.
Come back again,
And never go away,
Come back again,
And let me hold the flesh.
And empty truths.
Come back again and fill them all.
Make this place real,
Once and for all.
Some SaySome say I belongSome Say2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the world outside
Where I run think and breath
And find places to hide
Some say I belong
On a running track
Where I meet exhaustion
But will always come back
Some say I belong
In front of a screen
To sit there for hours
And wipe my mind clean
I know where I belong
And I know the doors
But Im not going to tell you
Because its mine, not yours
hatehate11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hatred in your eyes
Hatred in your heart
Hatred consumes everything you are
Why do you hate me?
What have I done?
I'm sure I didn't mean to cause you harm.
I beg for your forgiveness
Yet I'm not sure that I'm worthy of it.
If I hurt you I deserve this burden of regret
I should burn in hell
Live or die with pain.
I cant help but notice
Your life has become pitiless
With all the hate you carry buried deep in
All for me
that's all I can say and truly mean
Yet the Hatred in your eyes and the
Hatred in your heart
will consumes everything you are.
It has begun .
Slowly DyingAlways lyingSlowly Dying1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Till the next day
Having to choose
What to lose
Curled up at home
"It'll be fine tomorrow"
Trying not to cry
Wishing to die
It's always the same
Hiding in shame
I want my life back
Is that too much to ask?
I want you to see
What you're doing to me
Pancakes Don't Burn At 4 AMIm kissing your neck,Pancakes Don't Burn At 4 AM7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rubbing your back.
Are you relaxed?
She was only one girl.
Fake ones shouldnt count..
You can do so much better.
As you cough and complain,
Ill make you pancakes.
And the syrup will be
Everything will fit into place,
Even the strawberry jam
I slung into your face.
So exactly at this moment,
I decide to adore you.
Pandoras BoxOpen the box and take a look inside,Pandoras Box9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a deep breath and let the sin fill you.
Feel the power surge throughout you
As the darkness flows through your veins
And infects the inner sanctum of your mind.
An eternity of pain unleashed in a moment,
The greatest of darkness descends upon the world
And the glorious, thus, are damned.
Sin unleashed forever, Gods trap undone
And the world forsaken as Adam bit the fruit
As once millennia ago in Eden's sacred groves.
And once more mankind is exiled,
Not from paradise, but from Gods reach entirely.
The spirits within ravage the world utterly,
Slaughter in the name of them is rife
And mankind has doomed itself into the lowest circles of Hell.
I am His highest minion and here to the box I bring you
And give you this tale of dark times.
Open the box and set its power free upon the world once more.
Lucifer will bless thee for it.
I see the look in your eyes as you handle the box,
That mixture of fear and apprehension
Intertwined with lust, lust for
Jealous and HurtI'm not ashamed to say,Jealous and Hurt10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You hurt me today.
And I know you're not to blame,
You don't know how I feel.
And You're happy with her,
It's just painful to see
You making out with someone who is not me.
And I'm sure you two will not last,
But that doesn't mean
I have to be happy with the current standings.
I never told you how I feel,
So I'm the one at blame.
All I have left,
Are memories and dreams.
I've blown my chance to many times to count.
And the next time the opportunity presents itself,
I'll make my move.
But I know that you can't feel the same,
We think of each other as brother and sister
We used to say.
But now I can't think of you that way
And I know that you do
And I know deep down
That the love I have for you
Is not shared by two.
For you see
You are my true love
And the reason I haven't
Been with someone new
Is because for the past year
All I've thought about is you.
My scars remember youYou asked me if I was doing fine...My scars remember you1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
"Bastard, you took advantage of my weakness.
You knew I wasn't going to say a word about your experiments on me,
My soul was far too fearful to strive
My throat far too feeble to shout
My friends far too inexistant to get me out of
This vicious circle you plunged me in.
You liked shedding my red cells didn't you?
Drawing nasty flowers on my arm,
With your lethal tools.
Trying to appease my senses with that sadistic grin of yours.
My body engraved of your stench,
Your resonant laugh stuck in my head, sweet dreams became gloomy nightmares.
Give me just a simple blade
And you'll regret each of your breaths.
Dear, be my guinea pig
That won't hurt, I promise...
Or maybe you'll just feel wind blowing on your throat
But I swear...
Once I'll free a foutain of blood
And, once I'll slice your limbs into pieces...
I mean, into crimson petals!
Trust me, after that, you won't feel any damaging stimuli.
That may be unfortunate actually,
My Star RevisedIn the dark,My Star Revised8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sought a candle.
I found only a distant star,
barely bright enough to see.
It shined through the night,
and in the day it was brighter still.
In the night again,
I sought after a candle,
and only found the same star,
but it was some how brighter.
Day after day,
I look for that candle,
and only find a star,
that is becoming brighter.
Finally after a long time of searching,
I figure out that star is enough.
Even though it isn't AS bright as a candle,
it shall do.
From there on,
I search for the star,
and cling onto it,
for it brings me happiness,
into a rather sad life.
sorrysorry i said thatsorry8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sorry i did that
sorry i met you
sorry i hurt you
sorry i love you
sorry i live
sorry i didnt die
sorry i was born
sorry i cant be her
sorry i'm not him
sorry for being me
sorry for everything i ever did
sorry for taking up your time
the stars will follow you. it's been a week since i last saw youthe stars will follow you.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
nothing has come of me and i feel each second
bruising my skin and my throat and my brain
internal bleeding in my brain makes me feel
dizzy and i can't watch the stars we named together
because they're shaking too damn violently
i don't want you to know that i miss you because
sometimes i think i don't and sometimes i want you so bad
Sun Goes Down: Twilight SpoofSun Goes Down: Twilight Spoof6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sun Goes Down
(A Twilight Spoof)
My mother gives me a warm hug goodbye. I stiffly return it. Man, am I going to miss her! But I'm doing this to help her, to make her happy. I'm a good daughter like that. She just got a new husband but he travels. If it weren't for me, a perfectly capable seventeen-year-old, she'd be able to leave and go gallivanting with him. This is all what I tell myself but really, I just wanted a watered-down excuse to leave.
And I'll be stuck in a hell-hole known as Forks. I suppose it'd be a pretty nice place if you liked rain. And small town, which I do not. No, I love the sun, love big cities. They're just better, you know? The cities are. The sun, too, I suppose.
Mom's crying now, saying she'll miss me and I suppose she will. I'll be fine though. No homesickness for me! I tell her that and for some reason, she cries even harder. Oh well.
The plane ride is forgetable.
When I get to Washington, my dadwhom I call Charlie for reasons unknownis waiting
The Dress She WearsThe Dress She WearsThe Dress She Wears8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It rides the slow curve of her hips
pulls tight against them as she walks
her gait confined to conscious steps.
Not long enough to be lady-like,
too long to be whorish, it falls
heavily over tired thighs, licking
the tops of her knees. The neckline
plunges. A greedy vice, it squeezes
the bulk of her heavy breasts up
until they spill out for all to see.
Its coarse and jealous-green fabric
scratches her most delicate places
rubbing them raw, I know, until
her skin weeps a salty pink.
Made before we were born, it is
given us by our mothers and theirs
before. It suits us just the same.
The dress she wears is thin as skin
and frayed beyond repair. Lined
with fear and trimmed with guilt,
I put mine on each morning, as if
it were the only one I'll ever need.
I am gay.I am gay.I am gay.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't wear pink
No, I don't paint rainbows on everything
No, I don't listen to shitty pop songs
No, I'm not happy all the time
No, I don't run from a fight
No, I'm not a fruit loop
No, I don't put hearts over my i's
No, I don't find every male attractive
I am gay.
Yes, I listen to metal
Yes, I can throw a punch
Yes, I can go without brushing my hair
Yes, I can curse as well as the next man
Yes, my voice is low
Yes, I like watching bloody movies
Yes, my handwriting is sloppy
Yes, I tell women they're beautiful
I am gay.
There aren't requirements to it,
Or rules I have to follow.
I am gay.
I am myself.
Random V-Day poemRoses are redRandom V-Day poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
violets are blue
I'm embarrassed to say this
but you're kinda cute
I'm horrible with words
so I wrote them on paper
and I baked you some cookies
I hope you like wafers
this poem's disorganized
but all I have to say
is that I secretly love you
and happy valentine's day!
Forever Raining Dead PainForever Raining Dead Pain11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[BAD ENGLISH VERSION]
like black ink
it falls into our souls
and every tear
mark as more
and draw again
our Night inside
a black dawn
where the Hopes fall
falling like snow
falling like tears
and we pray everyday
for our dreams
and we pray everyday
for our hopes
I scream again against the wind
I scream again all my pain
I scream again all my Winter inside
and nobody hears
or nobody wants to hear
And my hopes are dying
into the black river of my tears
inside of me
in the river of my deep pain
And my hopes are crying
my wings will burn into the night
only to bring to you the light
or maybe...only for bring to me the light
because i can't see more into thedarkness
illusions are all around and wait for me
i don't want to fall in this pain
i sing the silence
everyday a new wound
And my wounds are bleeding
blood like diamonds, so intense
light from inside
Empty tears...maybe full...
...full of my pain...
And my death's dying
And my life's burning
I pray everyday for
Shedding Light on "Twilight"Shedding Light on TwilightShedding Light on "Twilight"6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In todays literary world, few novels have sold as many books or gained as large a fan base as the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer. The disease invoked by these romance novels has claimed a large portion of Americas disillusioned teenage girls; mainly those unsatisfied with their own relationships. But why have these novels won such acclaim? Is it the fact that the almost five hundred pages of the book are full of almost nothing but ill-conceived romance? Or perhaps it is the plot, which is comparable to the fantasies of a twelve-year-old girl? Then again, maybe the things that inspire such enthusiasm among fans are the main characters, timid and plain Bella Swan and the statuesque, mirage-like, muscled, angelic, marble, sparkling vampire hero, Edward Cullen (who, need I mention, watches the main character when she sleeps). Whats not to love about that?
One of the major attr