Why Should It Matter?Why does it matter,Why Should It Matter?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If someone has different beliefs,
Ideas, thoughts, actions,
Everyone is a human,
Everyone has the right to breathe,
Speak, talk, walk, dream.
Sadly, not everyone will fulfill those dreams,
There's always someone in the way,
Blocking your sunshine with their clouds,
Making your day completely dysfunctional.
Why does it matter,
When we don't agree on certain things?
Instead of talking it out,
We throw words around,
Like a lethal bullet, trying to reach it's destination.
No one ever intends to be a bully,
They don't have to do such terrible actions,
They just choose to act upon them.
Don't let anyone crush your dreams.
Keep reaching, I know you'll make it.
Believe me, you can overcome anything or anyone,
Prove them wrong,
Become something great,
Do something positive.
Live your life to the fullest.
Erase the hate from your life,
There is no need to shun people,
Love is the key,
Erase the hate,
Don't let anyone bring you down.
Put your best foot forward.
Let's all join
Degrassigive some1 potDegrassi9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they will smoke it,
give some1 beer,
they will drink it
give some1 a pillow
they'll lie on it,
but give me a TV
and ill watch degrassi!
When The Rain Comes Down I'll Be There"So city boy whadya planning to do tonight?" asked Korra as she walked in the apartmentWhen The Rain Comes Down I'll Be There3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Nothing?Whadya want this time Korra?"
"Well I was hoping you could give me a tour of the city."
"Well umm no thanks I'll find something productive."
"Oh we'll that's harsh but umm don't worry I guess I've should've gotten the hint that you hated me ever since the day you met me!"
Korra stormed out eyes filled with water she was out of the stadium and into the rain of night.She had to stop awhile and cry so she pulled herself to the side and started to ball.She was only there for a few minutes and she was already soaked and shivering.
"Korra! Korra!"yelled Mako running her way.She couldn't let him see her like this she had to leave she ran towards the river leading to the temple like her ass was on fire!She couldn't swim and the boats won't be out not in this storm so she just hid nehind a huge tree she sat down hugged her knees tight and began to cry.
"Korra! Answer me!" Mako new she was near so he
Angel ComplexThere are those who believe themselves to be vampires...Angel Complex2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Werewolves, witches, psychics...
I sit alone, not knowing what to think of God, but knowing what I think about Angels:
They are my idols, my models, my grace.
Guardians of people, of dreams, of hope.
But I am one of those who do not believe in angels that are described with wings and halo and harp.
Those are just metaphors...I have found...
The wings are the acts or protection...to shield away from harm.
The halo is but the heart...that encircles the soul, the spark.
The harp is but soothing words made into an art.
How I wish to be like them, the Angels who protect...
But at the same time, while I try and fail...
Who will save me from my own death?
The Seven Deadly SinsThe seven deadliest of all sins,The Seven Deadly Sins6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The pillars of spite, greed, and desire within.
An aurora of brilliance to blind the fool,
And the sirens song to devour the cruel.
The first pillar constructed of green,
The envy enthralled lust which can turn the soul mean.
For jealously of wanting which one does not possess,
Blinds them of all they do and for all they have been blessed.
The second pillar covered in crimson red,
The result of ones wrath and craving for bloodshed.
For the hatred which has sprouted so deeply within,
Ensnares the soul and drags it to the depth of all sin.
The third pillar glinting with gold,
The greed for more which taints the soul.
For the more one longs for and the more one hungers,
The faster ones existence heads into the eternal slumber.
The fourth pillar clothed in a blanket of violet hue,
The vanity of oneself spotting the heart with a poisonous dew.
For the pride one feels when he gazes into his mirror of sin,
Shall one day cause the glass to shatter and rev
Seven YearsSeven years since I picked up the pen.Seven Years1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Seven years since I found my gold.
Seven years since I'd do it again.
I started writing and seven years on...
I immerse myself in a pool of words,
stimulated by inspiration.
Gathering thoughts in meaningful herds.
A gliding pen of elevation.
Seven years since I adopted it.
Seven years and I never stopped at it.
A seven year prince and I'm loving him.
A seven year child I'm mothering.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZORO!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZORO!!!1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
November eleventh, maybe a day that many hold close to them, (Today's Veteran's Day, so I thank all those who read that may be a veteran or knows a family member that's a Veteran!), but today is a certain Marimo's birthday! Yup! You had something special planned for the guy too! But that's classified information!
From the early morning hours, the entire crew acted like a bunch of ninjas trying to put together a party for Zoro without him noticing, which is SUPER hard to do! Seriously, how do you keep a secret from a guy that can sense an enemy coming a mile away? Very, Very, VERY, carefully. Although the crew had had some close calls from having the secret blown, but they managed to keep it a secret! You guys wanna hear about his reaction?? I bet y'all do!
Everyone gathered around in the kitchen, lights off. Zoro was a sleep outside, like usual. It was time.
"Alright, Nami, Robin. It's time to get his attention." You nodded, a smirk on your lips. You guys had gone over the plan m
I'm sorryI knew a boy.I'm sorry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He cried himself to sleep every night,
and the rings around his eyes didn’t
match his soft-spoken words,
and Shame tailed him like a shadow;
his closest and only friend.
I knew a boy.
He scribbled jagged promises
on the inside of his arms
the backs of his knees
so he wouldn’t forget,
wouldn’t get too close.
I knew a boy.
But not anymore.
Ciel - Light and DarkCiel - Light and Dark2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where were you when our hearts divided?
You said we’d always be united!
You were my breath into my mouth
The name I use to shout
But in your eyes is blood
Your sins over-flood
I struggle just to breathe
My skin tears beneath your teeth
I am your everlasting victim
Your DNA runs throughout my system
My body is completely yours
But this is what I endure
You’re the enigma in my life
Continuing to thrust the knife
I am dying with apathy eyes
I’ve been filled with filthy lies
For I am your entity
Your incessant chemistry
Bound by the lies in your veins
My existence is trapped in chains
But to you…I am your light
I’m what makes your heart ignite
I’m the antidote to your innocence
I am your very synthesis
You’re in forever stagnation
And I’m your only salvation
Trapped by innocent, trapped by pain
Trapped by torture you can’t sustain
We are a unity, we are one
The only something you can’t outrun
I am you and you are me
Innate for al
Burnt to DeathDistant planets circle around my headBurnt to Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and her hair intertwines like the universe
would if it were a person, with her eyelids
half closed and her smile in course. I
kiss her forehead, between her eyes
because that's the star, too large and
Her skin is almost too warm to touch
and when we say our goodbyes,
I make a point to not get too close to her.
When she speaks, smoke rolls out from
between her lips like a snake,
with a long thrashing tail that curls
around my nose and moves down my neck.
I breathe in her sins and hold my
breath for as long as possible,
so she can live without them for a minute
She always asks too much of me.
I run my fingers through her hair
and feel each singed strand; I see them
black and crisp. Her eyelashes set off
sparks across her cheeks when she blinks.
I stare down at her and wonder if
we will get out this alive.
She smiles up at me.
The Ocean ManI am like your ocean man,The Ocean Man3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside of a small girl's frame
with a hide-away face
and curled fingers that won't let go
once they hook on.
And I play the same piano tune
on the carousel, eight minutes long,
your smile is one minute short;
I hit the time's eye repeat button
and it asks, continue? and I say,
what else is there to be?
But a thought fish. A time traveler.
The Ferris wheel is called,
"The Wedding Chapel."
Couples say their vows with the
clink of twin tokens in the slot.
Sometimes people go on alone,
and they stare at the empty seat
besides them and picture someone
enchanting and alive and in love.
They step off,
with their pale thoughts
not in love
and not alive.
The attractions do not attract me
and I am not so either. My puffy
lips cotton candy stained,
my grease fingertips.
My starfish hair.
I may have all the worlds in my eyes
but they sting.
I don't want to be me anymore.
I wait for you
to come back to this ocean man.
The children run out of money
they stole from t
Roses Will Die, Violets TooRoses are red,Roses Will Die, Violets Too5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue.
Argue with me,
Is all that you'd do.
I hate you, you hate me,
Is all that we'd say.
Every hour and minute,
Of every day.
I despised you, I loathed you,
With all of my heart.
Your harsh and cruel comments,
Tore me apart.
Then one night I found,
A note on the floor.
Missing clothes, missing shoes,
A wide open door.
I dashed through the town,
To stop this cruel fate.
But when I arrived,
You were gone. I, too late.
I collapsed on the ground,
As it started to rain.
I wondered if I'd ever,
Over come this pain.
Roses will die,
Violets will too.
You left before I could say
That I love you...
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.I am not a stereotype2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
Google's PrayerGoogle's Prayer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Google, which art in Wi-fi
Quick be thy search.
Thy results come, thy buffer be done,
On Bing as it is in Chrome.
Give us this day our daily updates
And forgive us our spelling
As we forgive those who butcher English grammar.
And lead us not into Apple,
But deliver us from Siri.
For thine is the Wi-fi, the processor, and the Android forever.
GlorificationHis terror love is not the same as my lotus love,Glorification2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm begging; let heaven pass, I have no need for it,
the repulsion rammed its claws into my ankles
and forced me to my knees. I am too weak even for Hell.
My lotus love locked up in the ribcage of some beast,
he disguised himself as a lamb and I tried to grow
in the wool of his fur. His wispy coat was truly ablaze
and it scorched my lotus love into lotus ash
and that ash stung my eyes and clogged my lungs.
Our scab love, our hollow, bloody, mangled, bitten love
hung on the back of the front door on coat hooks.
It lined the tiles in the kitchen; it was laced in the sheets
in our bed. He touches my cheek, and his hand melts
through my skin until he reaches my psyche.
I had a dream. I had a thought of some love, some way.
I had a quake deep in my chest and it shook in a deep growl,
let me out. I stomped on my body until it was still
and I lied besides it until we were both dead. The love
was a failure, if it was love at all. It took a twis
I am Me. Who are You?I am thirteen years old.I am Me. Who are You?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not typical.
I am not average.
I am me.
I have been in two mental facilities.
Both times for thoughts of suicide.
I am not emo.
I am not a freak.
I am me.
My mother attempted suicide about six months ago.
My sister attempted suicide when i was eight.
But, I am not a victim.
I am not tortured.
I am me.
My father had a heart attack just over a week ago.
He was hospitalized for nine days.
He recently returned to the hospital for kidney problems.
I suffer from Bipolar Disorder with Psychotic Features.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
But I am not a disorder.
I am not my difficulties.
I am not my troubles.
I am me.
I desire your lovely pain.See these ropes, see these chains. Tie me up and do your thing.I desire your lovely pain.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I want your pain; I crave it most of all today.
Make me out as the masochist that I am, make it so I can no longer stand.
I know your kind of love is going to kill me in the end, but I wouldn't want it any other way.
I see your crown, you're my king, now force me to the ground, to my knees.
Once you're done just leave, we both know your love will kill me.
But I love your kind of pain, so come back soon and,
Do it to me all over again.