Words.Words.Words.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words are funny little things,
That give you stings.
Some are good and some are bad,
Some may even make you mad.
Words can rhyme and works can flow,
Tell you things you didn't know.
It's funny when you think,
How a tiny dot of ink,
Can tell so many truths,
Whilst hidden amongst books,
And when you string that ink along,
And make it flow into a song,
It makes you sing.
Words are funny little things.
5'8'' or so I say.5'8" or so I say,5'8'' or so I say.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the doctor says I'm 5'6".
I like to blame it on
The fact I slouch.
I probably got that
From sitting about,
Refusing to sleep.
But that's what makes me,
My boyfriend calls me small,
He says it makes me cute,
And though I argue,
I guess I secretly love it.
I don't exercise much,
I'm always so stiff and sore.
You'd think I'd be heavier than 89lb,
Though that was a year ago.
I've been through a lot.
Now I'm 102lb and
I can honestly still say:
I'm not overweight;
Quite the contrary,
I could probably do with
A little extra meat,
A couple extra pounds,
Maybe a stone or two.
I try avoid the scales,
I know they don't care,
So why on earth should I?
And it's not like it
Would make a change.
I know I'm small,
I come across weak and fragile
But on the inside
I'm really strong and tough.
You'd just have to trust me on that one.
My sides are still scarred
Stretch marks from childbirth.
My partner says
They're tiger stripes.
Being a parent means
There's A Search For A Man.There's a search for a man who fits your description,There's A Search For A Man.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It goes without saying that I'm in rejection.
Your face fits the bill but your personality lacks,
Though whilst I'm in doubt, I've still got your back.
Your height and your hair match the man from the crime,
But something tells me that you lack the spine.
The time and place match the trace that you leave,
And yet deep down, I just still won't believe.
The few odd facts are the strings that I clutch,
The lack of motive seems to be my crutch.
whilst it seems far fetched and well out of place,
When I read all about it, I picture your face.
There's a search for a man who fits your description,
And the evidence tells me that it's not your conviction.
Though it's all said and done and far under wraps,
The exhaustion from worrying will still make me collapse.
Just one more drink.A rainbow of colours: red, blue, green,Just one more drink.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Head is spinning, feeling free,
Just one more drink, hit the floor,
Just one more drink. Just. one. more...
Music seems quiet, voices are distant,
So many hours, gone in an instant,
A pit in your stomach, feeling sick,
Dash for the toilet, quick... quick.
The room starts to blur but you find your feet,
Lose it again where your face and the door meet,
Your stomach has settled, or so it seems,
Images before you, hazy like dreams.
A hand on your shoulder, someone who cares?
Make your way back down the stairs,
Across the room: people hugging, kissing,
You start to feel empty, something missing.
You see a bottle, grab it tight,
Crack it open, fizz, fright,
As you start to drink, a bitter taste,
You cough it back up, such a waste.
Stumbling again, the cycle restarts,
Another drink, another stopping heart,
Just as you think this could never end,
Someone reaches out, offers their hand.
The Dark HeartWhen a heart is broken,The Dark Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fixing it is hard,
Do you make a clever plan,
Or just play a lucky card?
Hope for the best to happen,
Hope a solution comes your way,
The possibility to fix it,
Could you survive one more day?
Could you fight your way through this,
Or will you fall straight to the ground?
You realise you can't give up yet,
There are people you need to make proud,
But something inside still taunts you,
Calling things that make you cry,
You just can't escape the torture,
"Why?" you ask, "Oh why..."
It says:"I look so sweet and innocent,
But yet I'm deep and dark,
I cause you pain and pleasure,
I am called the heart"
You feel like calling back,
Showing it who's boss,
But you feel so weak inside,
No matter what, you're at a loss,
So you struggle harder and harder,
Carrying on and on,
Fighting until the end of time,
Or until your motive is gone...