I write...I write...
I write because it seems this keyboard and these letters are the only ones that understand me.
I write because I need someone to talk to.
I write because no one else cares to listen.
I bleed my feelings onto these pages because I don't know what else to do.
I write because I need a release of emotion.
When I write tears often fall.
I write when I need to figure things out.
I write to give myself a place to vent without judgement.
Sure, you may judge anyways but, I'd never know.
Not like if I was standing in front of you or talking to you on the phone and things got akward or you suddenly had to go.
Not that you would take the time to listen if I was, no one has.
I have even been to therapists that get PAID to listen, it seems they can't be bothered either.
Mistaking my words, twisting them or not even hearing them at all.
So I write.
It's the only thing I have.
It's the only way to share my voice.
Then YOU can choose to read it or not.
For anyone out there feeling a
II...I2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I push you away when I only want you closer.
I am difficult and need constant validation.
I constantly question your motives because...
I can't read people.
I have been hurt so many times before.
I have trust issues.
But,most of all...
I don't feel worthy.
I ruin relationships regularly.
There is no limit to what I can destroy with my own insecurities.
I am complex.
Not in a good way either.
I am difficult to be around.
I often times feel uncomfortable in my own skin.
Even just making eye contact makes me feel weird.
I am someone who...
I don't even like.
I don't even feel like I know sometimes.
I think is an asshole.
I think is unworthy.
I have no respect for.
Why would anyone else want to be around me if even I don't?
I don't even know what to do anymore.
I don't know if I want to BE anymore.
I am again alone.An old friend stopped by last night.I am again alone.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She needed to talk.
More for someone to listen.
It made me feel important and purposeful to be the one to prop someone else up.
It meant a lot to me that she trusted me enough to lean on my shoulder.
I loved having someone come visit.
Now she is back home.
Now I am again alone.
For all of the joy I had in being able to help her when she needed it....
I now somehow feel even emptier.
I had gotten used to being alone.
Every night and day me and the cat.
I guess I forgot what it was like to have someone who genuinely cared what I had to say around.
I had become almost comfortable in my self induced isolation.
But,she came and reminded me what it was like to be around decent people...
I think I really miss it.
Because tonight I again just feel so alone.
I Don't Write For YouI Don't Write For You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't sit and ponder how you're all going to take it
before I take the thought and emblazon it
I don't write for you but to you
so that you may take it in and look within
and right then perhaps create a world of your very own
and I will know that if it touched you
I have visited your home
and we have transversed over a shared moment of time
though yours was different than mine
but we are bound by a sense of a common thread
though not the same
we have all bled
we have exposed ourselves to people
and on our love they have tread
we have broken promises
and wished wicked things on others
we have regretted much but have always boldly carried on
we have all been demons and lovers
we have all run and hid under covers
we have done stellar things though no one cared to watch
and we were happy to know we did them anyway
our hearts have broken for someone we didn't meet who met defeat
we have held hands even in times of pestilence
Dangerous GameIt all started as a gameDangerous Game2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A new experience in life
But this grew and there's no one to blame
Silly us, we didn't know the price
That this love would take
Defenseless, not wanting to break
Trying to bend without caving in
We had decisions to make
Which cause the chaos to begin
Leading us to the end
What happens if I'm forgotten?What happens if I'm forgottenWhat happens if I'm forgotten?2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and people don't remember
They don't remember the adventures
that we shared.
They don't remember
all the things we discovered
What if I woke up
and it was all a dream.
A dream where people liked me
and I was no longer unknown
Would all my friends be a lie
and the idea
just a thought
Would they even know who I was
Would all the things I've done
just be another thought
Would I still be alone in my castle
with no one else in sight.
Even though I wish it to go away
what am I without it
IgnoranceIgnored...what a terrible word.Ignorance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is the equvilant of shunned
Or abanded out in the cold.
It's never fun being ignored
Feeling like everything I do is wrong...
It's the same old terrible song...
I try to to be kind
I try not to mind.......
All the pain you cause, but it's never enough...
Never enough for you to love me...
Never enough for you to care.....
I wonder why I stay at all.....
When I know if I was hanging from a cliff...you'd let me fall.
A love story.[Part 1]A love story.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She adjusts her hair in the mirror, and runs down the stairs––
the love of her life is waiting nervously, he runs his fingers through his hair.
She stops at the last step, and can't hide her smile anymore––
his eyes widen as he sees her; he looks down shyly to the floor.
She giggles to herself, and walks closer to where he stands––
He looks at her as he takes a few steps and extends both of his hands.
She takes them softly in her own, and the feeling is suddenly mutual.
They need each other from that moment on. It's inevitably crucial.
10 years later they lay asleep, holding hands over the sheets––
He wakes up gently smiling. Grazes her feet as he watches her sleep.
He blows air on her face softly, and she lets out a few adorable sighs––
He lays on his side and caresses her face until she opens her eyes.
She whispers "hello" with a wink, as she begins to stretch out her arms––
he gives her a kiss
Don't let life pass you by.Everyone older than me, says time flies past you, you don't realise where the time goes.Don't let life pass you by.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There's something very tragic about your life passing you by…I refuse to accept that's the way it goes, period.
It's up to us, up to living in the moment and not taking life for granted, it's about doing what you feel is right in that particular instant in your life, with no regrets.
Don't just accept everything as it is, and think that it's as good as it's going to get, search… keep searching, you have life to find. It's better to die searching, than to go idly… fooling yourself into thinking you have found all you can.
Don't feel like the end is near, stop looking at death as a termination of who you are, there's actually no need to think about the end, ever… you're not there yet, so why waste the time your alive and well, thinking about a possibility, that you know nothing about?
When you look back on your life, on what happened yesterday, last week, las
So Far DownSometimes you wonderSo Far Down2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the sun went
when you are so far down.
The world's turned black.
All the colors drained away.
Nothing to see here.
No one to care about.
I find myself in this place again.
So far down the hole
that I can't see the sun anymore.
But you know what they say.
It's always darkest just before the dawn.
Or so they say.
LOVING SOMEONELOVING SOMEONE2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you have a second?Can I tell you something?Do you have a second?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just listen for a second.
I think that you're amazing.
Not just you,
But who you really are.
What I see underneath.
Sure you can be mean sometimes.
But I've seen you be sweet.
I'm not blind.
And your looks are perfect
No I'm not saying you are the most beautiful
Or the most handsome person in the world.
I'm saying you are perfect.
Your eyes can hold a gaze for hours.
Your smile can draw anyone away from the world.
Your laugh can brighten up anyone's day.
And your personality can make anyone fall in love.
I wish I could tell you that in person
But this poem must suffice
Because where you are is a mystery
But who you are, isn't.
Cliches are dead, I killed them.Don't "fall in love" tread carefully on it, it has thorns like you wouldn't believe.Cliches are dead, I killed them.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't "spell it out" for them. Make it hard to understand, the ones who are worth it decode it.
Don't "let time tell" Tell time what the fuck it is you want, and claim it before it has a chance.
"A diamond in the rough"–– This diamond may know it's worth, instead look for the rough kind of diamond. One only you could tame.
"All's well that ends well"–– Well No, it isn't. Some shit ends fucking terribly, but only after something is destroyed, can it be reformed into something worth the destruction. Also, some shit isn't worth it in the end, nonetheless a lesson.
"Time heals all wounds"–– Yeah, unless they're internal and relevant. All time does is replace them with something else, until you forget.
"We're not laughing at you, we're laughing with you"–– Nah, actually, we're laughing at you, while being with you. If you're not laughing, we're not laughing wi
Friends of the PastShe was the girl who wanted to drownFriends of the Past2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She started way too young
Eleven years old and already covered in scares
That child was just the beginning
He was the boy who couldn't take in any more
Everything was always his fault
He met the girl, and tried to save her
But he was too late and took it out on himself
She was the one who was just done with it
She was waiting for her chance to go
She met the girl, and tried to save her
But she was gone before she could do any good
She was the one who took advantage of the poor girl
Used her till she was nothing, then moved on
The girl tried to help her, but was too late
Did she deserve what she got?
He was the one who cared too much
And that made him angry
Everyone got what they wanted, but not him
They were alone in their misery together
All these people came through the girls life
And one by one they left
Eventually all that was left was the first and the beginning
Now even that has gone
The WorstHate is an ugly emotion.The Worst2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violence begets violence.
Revenge solves nothing.
Murder wastes the gift of life.
Despair defeats hope.
These are worse,
But what is worst
In the face
Last GoodbyeI opened my heart;Last Goodbye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I put it in your hand.
I trusted you
to take care of it
just like I wanted
to take care of yours.
There it was, shivering
like a timid bird
willing to be tamed.
But your heart was closed
from the very start.
I gave you my all -
you gave me nothing:
closed doors and empty windows,
silence and no explanations.
Cold in the dark
I called in vain;
you only saw your own pain.
I gave myself to you -
you threw me away.
Why do you keep knocking
on my door again,
only to disappear
every time I open it?
Why do I keep running
after the shadow of a hope
that I no longer desire?
This was the last time
that I wrote to you,
the last time you didn't reply,
the last time you made me crawl for you.
This is the last good-bye.
Once RememberedIt is so beautiful to see two peopleOnce Remembered2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who truly love each other.
They were there, sipping from the same glass
Two different straws.
It made my stomach jump-
It is too charming to see two people
who love each other very much.
They were holding hands,
both locked into each other, promising to never let go.
It made me smile-
It is so beautiful to remember
how two people loved each other too much.
I closed the photo album and fell asleep.
RestoredHeartless aggression, heartless oppressionRestored2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I count thyself out when I see it rout
But the depth between me and the air is so short
So it ain't not my fault if I don't build a fort
But as far as now, this isn't my last resort
Don't say I didn't warn ya when I forged
Myself to put it with what I truly absorbed
Cause I never deplored what I explored
Therefore, I think I created a fjord on this floor
The best part about this is that I can't ignore
All of who I am so how can I abhor what I adore?
MatchesI light up the matchMatches2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And stare for a moment
At that tiny flame
Before it touches my skin
A red tiny mark
Is all it leaves behind
Before I light up the next...
WastelandLife in deathWasteland2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death in life
Through the wasteland
That is this world
About who we are
What we are
Only to be
Finding MeI'm an epic adventureFinding Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fraught with peril
As the hands of the Doomsday
Clock prepare to clasp
In a midnight prayer
For those who go forth.
I'm a fathomless mystery,
Deep, with hidden currents
Impossible to unravel from
A dream within a dream-
Inception is a misconception
If you can't see the layers.
If you dare navigate
The wicked labyrinth
And cut it to the core,
You'll find a nest of thorns
Holding a single rose-
Coming BackYou're destined to come back,Coming Back2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in one of those rainy nights
when the bells ring,
and people rejoice
you'll be there
and cry your pain over my soul.
You seek a lap to hide
from the truth in everybody's eyes
and warm up in my embrace
but my heart is colder than snow
and I poured poison in your glass
My heart promised me,
you'll come back
and sing our song,
call me love, and
promise yourself to me.
Repeat your words of longing
for my laughter, my smile
and I only fear my soul will give
before your lullaby.
I'm still waiting, you know,
for that rainy night when
you knock on my door,
and i will ask you
why you ran away?
who you left me for?
Go back, follow your greed
to your toys of diamond and gold.
This heart is long gone,
along with its shattered soul,
but be careful don't drink that wine
I still poured poison in your glass.
Not BeautifulShe is prettyNot Beautiful2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But not beautiful
She is skinny
But not Beautiful
She uses her body to get male attention
She isn't beautiful
Yet he looks at her with lust
Not knowing that i know
It angers me
It upsets me
Then i feel worthless
Because i am not tall
And definitely not skinny
i hate my body
And i am not confident
I wish he would look at me
The way he looked at her
Dream of youI dream of youDream of you2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
only to wake up
PiecesOnce againPieces2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walk through
This dirty street
Who can help
Help me find
The shattered pieces
Of what used to be
But all the pieces
Belong to others
But I keep them
Not to myself
But to return them
To their rightful owners