Hope (I Won't)I won't let a razor bladeHope (I Won't)9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take away this life I've made.
I won't let the shame and guilt
Ruin everything I've built.
I won't let being wrong
Stop me from being strong.
I won't let sorrow and pain
Resurrect the demons that I've slain.
I won't let ugly spite
Tell me that I'm not right.
I won't let the dark past
Make my endless hurt last.
I won't let this noose
Leave me hanging loose.
I won't let the world win;
My life is only just about to begin.
.i heard that even.2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the dead have nightmares; sometimes
they roll in their graves
my body's slave is my mind.it's barely summermy body's slave is my mind.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i've forgotten how to breathe;
i fall in love with strangers
before they even speak.
it's like i'm
within the pulsating crowd
like a fly trapped in a spider's web;
questions are spun
inferiority screams in my ear
& consumes all thoughts
until i can't hear
all the questions that are caught
between threads of my insecurities,
the fabric of my being -
tightening its grip
with everyone seeing
it's barely summer
but i can feel
each pump of my left ventricle
is an exertion against will,
& leaves me cripple
& frozen, still -
but feeling like i could run
before you could catch me.
i watch the moon
trade places with the sun,
racing against time,
but my day
has still not yet
My GenerationThat Generation, their generation, our parents and the people on TV, they're always saying, "Children are our future, yes, it's your generation that really matters, you who are going to fix everything."My Generation4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Fast forward to this generation, My Generation, and sure, we're going to fix everything. We're post-X, all of the drugs and none of the values; black kids shouting racist every time something doesn't go their way and white kids running to mommy and daddy so they don't have to deal with their own problems. Every kid beyond the age of seven has a cell phone laptop x-box, because who needs real friends when you have... Contacts? We're a soft generation, taking offense at every conceived wrong, but note this: only when it happens to Us. We defend our integrity and then run to the bathroom for a quick joint or injection, won't even try to half-ass anything, much less aim for perfection, that is, unless mom and dad say so. No one does anything for themselves anymore, everything
BullyingEvery single one of us is different.Bullying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Different heights, different faces, different eyes, different personalities, and different stories.
There is no such thing as normal.
To discriminate and bully the 'weak' is a sign of weakness in itself.
A sign that the bully themselves have been pushed too far, been through too much.
A bully is weak, fragile, lonely.
They don't have true friends.
Nobody to turn to in the dark times.
So next time the bully confronts you after school, you think to yourself, who is the stronger person?
.some people are dead.3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
long before they die -
there's just no burial
for the spirit
SLAMAt a young age,SLAM2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I had to learn to dodge stones,
grow angry scales
along innocent freckled skin,
and open my eyes to a world not quite ready
to hear this tigress's voice.
Speaking in tongues to those paid too listen-
of fairytale wars, battle scars,
and the many linoleum squares I counted
day in and day out. I became mute.
Escaping through rabbit holes and back alleys
into a world of ink and worthy paper cuts.
[ I wear these
like a fucking
fashion statement! ]
And this goes out to you-
The Eden snakes, you dead-eyed demons:
It is you that keep me up at night,
weighing down these artist fingers-
IT IS YOU I WILL SLAM AT AN OPEN MIC NIGHT!
I do have a life worth writing about.
LostLost.Lost1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am lost.
I have no direction.
I'm falling into a universe,
An alternate reality.
I am trapped.
That never stop.
Inside those cycles,
Melody in My MindShhh...Melody in My Mind10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you hear it?
voice of street,
hearts that beat
Rhythm set free:
one two three
one two three
hear the song
dance with me
There's melody in my mind
Magical melody, murmuring, moody
Musical mystical moving melody
There's melody in my mind
I'll tell you a secret.
I cannot sing.
Imagine that feeling.
Those tones frozen between your mind and mouth, that melody you can't express.
Imagine one of those songs that give you goosebumps, that clutch your heart and make you cry "Yes! Yes, that's it!"
Imagine you want to share it with everyone... but can't.
When you try to repeat the melody, it is off and quavers and screeches like nails on the board.
There's melody in my mind, and it wants to be heard, to be set free.
And so I paint.
The colors are my symphony.
I sound the violins of sky-blue, the lutes of green and drums of violet.
And so I write.
The words on pape
Ravens and Writing Desks.Alice, darling, will you fetch me a penRavens and Writing Desks.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And some paper? For here is where our story begins.
This fluorescent blood, these spiderweb veins,
They're what make us twisted,
Come sit with me, love, at my writing desk
This is where dreams are created,
Feared and enjoyed.
Do not mind the ravens,
They sing for you, Alice;
Whilst words sing of beauty,
Their whispers like rain,
The ink cries sweet nothings,
They all sing for you, dearest
Sighing and screaming your name.
And then there is nothing.
their songs fade to silence
As technicolor tears stream down my face
As I cry for kindness,
For r a v e n s and w r i t i n g d e s k s
Naughty Nursery RhymesMary had a little pig,Naughty Nursery Rhymes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She kept it fat and plastered;
And when the price of pork went up,
She shot the little bastard.
Mary had a little lamb,
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her,
Between two hunks of bread.
Jack and Jill Went up the hill
To have a little fun.
Stupid Jill forgot the pill
And now they have a son.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings' horses,
And all the kings' men.
Had scrambled eggs for breakfast again, and again, and again.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat took a piddle,
All over the bedside clock.
The little dog laughed to see such fun.
Then died of electric shock.
Georgie Porgie Pudding and Pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
And when the boys came out to play,
He kissed them too 'cause he was gay.
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
If We WereIf we were to break upIf We Were1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You wouldn't be my friend
And in my opinion
That's stronger than friendship
Even if our lives took us
In different directions
I'd always remember you
I'd look back on the memory of you and think
"He made me happy"
"He stuck by me during a difficult time in my life"
"He never judged me"
"Never insulted me"
"And always managed to put me in a good mood"
I'd remember all the good times
All the fun times
And I'll never stop loving you
My ReflectionMy reflectionMy Reflection5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, how I hate that mirror
Please break it down
The nights I stand gazing,
I'm on my knees, begging you please
I don't want to look anymore...
No, I don't want to see
Ghost staring back at me
Driving me to insanity
Stuck in between…
Glass and false reflections
Taking over me
Even I don't recognize myself
I don’t know the person staring at me
I know it’s me
CAN’T YOU SEE!
I’M IN TOO DEEP!
This feeling, itches….
Down inside flesh and bone
Why do you laugh, when I cry?
Why did I do the things you told me to?
You reflect back at me
I know what my eyes cannot see
I will never be free
My arm still burns
Cuts and bruises covered me
Just thinking of it
Gives me a rush
'Maybe two more pounds less
You will look and feel much better'
I know it is wrong
I try not to follow along
But I’m not always strong
I always need more ,
More to feel better
I can't necessarily blame you
When it is me...
I am y
Nursery Rhymesmary had a little lambNursery Rhymes4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it's fleece as white as snow
it's mind so pure, so light and clean
just like the soul below.
father had a little girl
her soul was cold and black
she hates the lamb for being pure
and stabbed it in the back.
father had a troubled child
it's hands were cold and red
the blood of mary's little lamb
lies on my hands instead.
hannah has a straight jacket
its colour white as snow
and everywhere that hannah went
her meds were sure to go.
100 Reasons to Stay Alive1. A hug.100 Reasons to Stay Alive2 weeks ago in Emotional More Like This
2. An “I love you”.
3. A funny tumblr post.
4. A message, “I miss you”.
5. A pat on the shoulder.
6. Walking past the compass and knowing I am clean.
7. The funny doodle I did during English.
8. A piece of music that reminds me of the fateful day last November.
9. Inside jokes.
10. Wrestling my friend until we are covered in bruises then laughing and hugging.
11. Eating lunch that is covered in sawdust.
12. Seeing the teacher give me the look then totally ignoring what I'm doing.
13. Playing the “bogies” game, but dirtier.
14. A quick snog between classes.
15. Stealing his glasses then seeing him moan.
16. Giving them back and him punching me playfully.
17. Seeing the picture we drew together before leaving.
18. Walking past the house and recalling everything all at once.
19. That feels moment when a ship becomes canon.
20. Dan and Phil.
21. The moment when both of us want something yet neither wants to initiate it and we look at each other
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heartbreaking a writer's heart.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because your name
will forever belong to us.
you will sign it
into every broken bit
and one day, you’ll open a book
next to the words
"let me tell you about the time
i was hurt."
never break a poet’s heart
because between the beat
of the stanzas,
you’ll hear that heartbeat,
proving you wrong
with every line.
never break a writer’s heart
because we will take the pain
and make it into something
you could never live down.
you could live with heart monitors,
that measured the damaged pulse,
doctors who told you,
but you can’t live with the bold strokes,
smooth as a flatline,
that accuse you of being
the best thing
that’s ever happened to them.
you can’t live with it;
our soulmate, now writing.
You, now replaced
by a pen.
never break anybody’s heart
because you’ll cut yourself
on the pieces of it.
and see, hearts heal.
The dark gameI try my best to never breakThe dark game3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try my best to stay awake
But as the days roll by
I find it hard to stay alive
I see a darkness
That calls my name
It has a game
It wants to play
The point is death
The player is him
The darkest shadow
There's ever been
If you fear
Then he will win
If you fight
The game never ends
He made the game
He picked the rules
You cant win this game
Don't be a fool