Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?Do you know what it feels like...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
I wantI want you out of my head.I want2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want your voice out of ears.
I want your scent out my nose.
I want you out of my view.
I want my good memories of you gone.
I want my bad memories of you gone.
I want my name out of your mouth.
I want your name out of my mouth.
I want my dreams to be free of you.
I want my thoughts to be free too.
I want my conversations to be done with you.
I want my stress level to go down too.
I want people to stop bringing you up.
I want you to stop glazing at me.
I want you to stop looking handsome.
I want you to stop being mean.
I want you to be less heartless.
I want you to be more ideologic.
I want your sarcasm to end.
I want you to open up more.
I want you to get away from me.
I want to stop acting a fool.
I want us to stop being so similar.
I want us to stop being sad.
The thing I want most of all,
is to stop feeling these feelings for you.
No matter how hard I want these things,
and the thing I want most of all,
I know that they all sadly won't come true.
Bottled Up EmotionsMy emotions are all bottled up.Bottled Up Emotions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The only emotion that you are allowed to see is happiness.
Not anger, sadness, envy or any other emotions.
I talk a lot to ignore my bottled up emotions and show a bright happy girl.
I even walk around like everything's alright but I end up realizing everything isn't alright.
These people obvious in believing that I'm really this happy.
My emotions are all bottled up.
Sometimes I sit and wait till I build up enough anger or sadness before I explode.
Is that good for my health you say?
The answer to that is no,
but I have no way to express my emotions in a nicer way.
So as I wait, I keep myself busy with writing, drawing and keeping up with my very vivid imagination.
The thing about my vivid imagination is that I dream of a better life and what I want my future to be like.
In the end though, I sadly release that that wont happen.
And then I cry.
My emotions are all bottled up.
Sometimes, instead of waiting to explode I cry in private.
My PersonalityMy personality is a very hard thing to interpret.My Personality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I mean honesty it is.
Everyone who meets me sees me as a happy, goofy
cheerful kind of person.
That's true at times but that's the part of me that I can't just put in my bottle,
my bottle of emotions,
and chose not to open up for long periods of time.
If I did that,
I would be emotionless
and have a dull boring personality.
I've been through a lot of stuff
that should cause me to have a evil, mean terrible personality
but it doesn't.
I've been bullied about stuff that I can't control.
Everyday, I'd go to school and face the mean things that
people have said about me.
At home, I go through things that I have no chose but to hold in.
But no matter what though
I've always just smiled and pretended like it doesn't bother me.
It does though.
And till this day.
No matter what they would say
I'm still the happy person I am.
Or I try to be.
Then I think about things that have been said to me
or that I think ab
RomanceWhat's considered Romance?Romance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Snuggling on a cold winter night.
Telling inside jokes and laughing like hyenas because of it.
Being by each other's side like there is no tomorrow.
Falling asleep in each other's arms.
Walking on the beach in the moonlight.
Not being afraid to show your romantic side around others.
Doing spontaneous things to show your love for me.
Looking at me with the that burning, fiery passion in your eyes.
Reassuring me that everything is alright.
Careful fixing my wounds as I fix yours.
Taking time out of your busy schedule to check up on me.
Telling me how you really feel at times.
Letting your emotions file out of you at anytime.
Giving me compliments every time we see each other.
Always being chivalrous even when its not needed.
Fighting for LoveI'm not a lover or a fighter.Fighting for Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I won't fight trying to keep you.
I won't fight you on how unromantic you are.
I won't fight to prove my true feelings for you.
I won't fight you on the things you do.
I won't fight you on your personality.
I won't keep fighting for you anymore,
especially when you keep breaking my heart.
I'm tired of always having to fight,
especially when you know I'm right.
I won't fight for anything involving you.
I'm not loving you if you don't love me.
I'm not a lover or a fighter if you continue on this way.
Unless I see a change in you,
I honestly wont keep fighting and loving you.
I'll only fight for you if you fight for me.
I'll only fight if you become more romantic with me.
I'll only fight if you don't cheat on me.
I'll only fight if you respect me.
I'll only fight if your more serious with me.
I'll only fight as long as it's for you.
I'll only love you if you prove your love for me.
I'll become your lover and fighter,
but only when you
Surrogate PoemWhen I was a surrogate,Surrogate Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was really arrogant.
It cause me so much embarrassment,
that it changed my temperament.
Causing me to pay more rent.
I did it out of hate,
which lead to me not getting a date.
So I ate,
because I couldn't find a mate.
That caused me to be irate.
This lead to other issues,
that caused me to use up a big box tissues.
Then I realized I should learn Ninjitsu.
Which caused me to be blue
So that's why cow's go moooo.
ImaginationLike stated in the conservation of Energy,Imagination2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Energy cannot be created nor destroyed,
can change form."
If you think about it, that's what imagination really is.
Imagination cannot be destroyed or created,
but depending on the person it can change form.
The definition of imagination isn't the same all the way around.
It can be colorful and bright,
or even dull and colorless.
It can spread from one little thing,
or even from multiple things.
The possibilities for what the definition is,
Believe it or not imagination isn't created.
We just have it within us.
As children we start to unravel our imagination at different times.
Some started earlier than others,
and some started later.
Despite this, it doesn't mean that imagination has been created.
No matter what happens though or what other people might do,
no one can destroy imagination either.
Imagination be put on hold for a moment,
but that doesn't mean it's been destroyed.
People might say imagination is useless,
ShadowsHer silhouette is beautiful.Shadows2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her eyes…when she cries are like ice.
A face frozen in time.
A wonder to behold.
She stares back at me with grey pupils.
Her brown hair dances in the wind.
She tells me she feels dead inside.
But to feel dead is alive.
Or so I’ve been told…
Feeling alone is alive.
To feel something is alive.
So I don’t push her away.
I motion her to come closer.
And she does
She creeps closer
Like the object that she is.
Like the robot that she is.
She tells me that she hates me.
I shrug it off. I don’t care.
But her words pierce me
She’s good at it
Like she’s Ares.
But we’re a single being,
Whether she likes it or not.
She is part of who I am.
I am part of who she is.
We’re made of each other,
We’re made for each other.
We see through each other like glass.
We understand each other’s darkness
Because we’ve experienced it together.
Demon withinA demonDemon within2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Making her host
Her will to live
I can't lose her
I'll help her
While I still can
Lost enough friends
To be alone
So the demon
Has no one
But I'll stay
She needs help
Her demon does
Are not her fault
I know it
So I'll always
Stand by her side
No matter what
At the End of the DayAt the end of the day,At the End of the Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel a certain way.
I don't feel really happy,
or romantic sappy.
I don't feel really sad,
or even a bit mad.
I feel like I have a victory,
but really I'm just having contradictory.
I've tried to have a better sense of trickery,
but it just ended with mystery.
I've ran out of more strategies,
than I do analogies.
I lost all my will,
so I can't pay this bill.
I do feel like all my life I'm rushing,
so it feels like I'll end up as nothing.
I sit down and try to think,
so I can find my missing link.
But all I hear,
is my silent tears.
I feel depressed,
and that much I will confess.
But I need to unload,
before I explode.
I don't feel loved,
I just feel even more shoved.
My days are turning to nothing,
and I need to do something.
I just need one last chance
to fix these days.
So at the end of the day,
I can feel a different sort of way.
Lemons of LifeWhen life gives you lemons,Lemons of Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it always gives you at least one sour batch,
to make lemonade with.
But no matter how much sugar you put in that sour lemonade,
it will always be sour.
No matter what you do.
What Do Secrets Really HideI call my works fictionWhat Do Secrets Really Hide2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Because the words are lies
But even then words can become
A disguise over time and somehow
I've mastered the art of hiding the
Truth between the lines and
I guess, it's really no surprise
That sometimes I can't even devise
If I'm actually experiencing reality
So this time around I swore
That some things should stay
Locked up, far away in the back corner
Of hidden drawers and locked doors and covered with no mores
But there's a reason I threw away the key
It's hard to ignore the temptation of giving in
And believe me, secrets cause so many sleepless
Where even the slightest glancing thought
Reunites my mind with the truth
That I wanted to forget, but I can't forget it;
It fits itself inside the cracks it made within me
(And there's no going back)
And despite my brittle state
I can't admit or permit or submit
Because I won't let the secrets consume me
But, it's a fatal fume that spins
Dizzily within the rooms
Of my heart and mind and it
Tears me li
The Mysterious Dark ForestWhat lurking in the Dark Forest?The Mysterious Dark Forest1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are fairytales lurking in the Dark Forest?
Are there goblins and wizards brewing up potions?
Elves and fairies riding cute little ponies?
Are there wolves howling at the full moonlight as they change from their clothes?
Vampires draining their victims of their cold hearted blood?
What if Sasquatch is walking from Canada to New Orleans?
Mudmen lurking in the deep murky waters?
Do you see the sweet little old gingerbread running?
Instead of fairytales, is danger lurking in the Dark Forest?
Are there poisonous flowers along with their berries?
Is there a murderer running with a knife in his hand?
How about a spooky house with terrifying screams coming from it?
Is Slenderman watching people pick up eight scattered notes?
Are lethal and dangerous hunting traps scattered across the ground?
Ferocious animals hiding in the bushes?
Falling into a damp dark tunnel while searching for a place to stay for the night?
MurdererIt’s so easy to take a life at any given time.Murderer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I’m in a good mood…
…so I’ll settle for that spider.
Kill it before it lays eggs.
It’s so easy. Too easy.
Shut the blinds;
Close the door.
You don’t want anyone to see this.
Bring her to her knees. Watch her scream.
What a beautiful scene.
Life is a cruel joke,
Is there a point to all this?
There has to be, right?
He grew up to be the tallest tree
Just to be burned down.
That’s too bad.
No one will remember him anyway.
Friend says she feels alive when she’s dying.
How do I reply?
Whatever, I’ll say something.
Murder these feelings.
They don’t exist if we hide them.
We’re all killers.
Shall we talk about it instead?