I'm Only HumanI'm only Human.
I bleed when I'm cut
I cry when I'm hurt
I love when I shouldn't.
I'm only Human.
My rage feeds my Demon.
My pain starves my Angel.
My cuts on my wrist are numb.
I'm only Human.
I'm not a toy.
I'm an adult.
I'm not a child.
I'm only Human,
And this is my biggest weakness.
This is all I will ever be
HurtThe murmuring...Hurt1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I hear them everywhere.
Talking about me, and them...
Making me insecure.
I can't handle that.
They don't know that...
I've been bullied by someone I used to know already.
I don't want to be bullied by others too...
they're passed down as I just cry on.
I just keep everything to myself,
thinking that if I'll just keep it to myself,
I'll be fine.
"Only rainbows after rain,
the sun will always shine again.
So you gotta keep your head up."
Is my motto.
Do you think this will help?
That I'll be happy?
This helps me realize,
that maybe keeping it in,
won't help a lot.
Maybe. Just maybe,
I'm not the only one who has this problem too..
Ode To Writer's BlockStaring at the piece of paperOde To Writer's Block2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Without the faintest idea
Of what to write, I sit
In my chair, pencil not moving
Madness gaining another step
I wonder how many mornings
Or perhaps it was evening time
When Frost sat down to write, that he-
Spent staring at the empty page
Clueless about subject matter
Writer's block, such bloody torment
Making a wanker out of me
Always appearing at my door
At a most inconvienant time
What a terrible patron
WritershipFind a messageWritership1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the bottle of regrets
brought at your feet by the mourning tide.
in the smudge of ink
left by a stranger lost as you are.
Stars already blinking
their yesterday light
upon your little island;
in the oceanic darkness.
Let the panic
fill your bloodstream,
let it steal your breath.
till the first line comes,
speaks to you
the voice of a mermaid
sweet and terrible
like the waves.
Forgotten by the world
trust the sand
with impossible letters,
trust the water
with impossible dreams.
KidsWe're just kids, that grew up too fast.Kids1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Due to expectations and isolations.
Adaptations, illustrations, separations.
It's not how it used to be.
I wonder will it last?
One words replies,
Now it's lies, cries, guys and skinny thighs.
Oh I despise, but I'll advise,
Do not trust a soul.
Blasting music in our ears,
Hiding from the sneers and leers,
They're picking on the queers.
Aren't they our peers?
Alone, and other feelings I've never known.
Upgrade your phone.
Dye your hair a darker tone.
Wear cologne and dig the drone.
Welcome to the cool zone.
Break and clatter.
"I'm fine." or "it doesn't matter."
Am I flatter or fatter?
Definitely the latter.
Watch my heart shatter,
And the pieces scatter.
Cause we're just kids, who grew up too fast.
Due to expirations and deprivations.
Situations, innovations, realizations.
It's not like it used to be.
Now we're an outcast.
Cage of Flesh and BoneIt is a prisoner of war, my mind.Cage of Flesh and Bone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Locked up in this cage of a carcass, bashing itself against the bars of its cell.
While my very anatomy sings of a battle won.
This rebellious brain looks and listens, and likes not
the jail it finds itself held in.
The banners are the wrong colour, the trumpet's blare in the wrong key.
A clash of contradictions, and
I cannot help but wonder, in this prison of flesh and bone,
if my mind would be content to flee, and find another home?
Escape the enemy's camp, and fly back to freedom.
To a body of unification,
mind and matter as one.
Peace without conflict, and where
The solider will never return home,
because he has simply never left.
Trapped insideYou awoke a beast inside of meTrapped inside1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its hunger devoured me, can't you see?
Its desire fractured my veins
It transformed my blood into its chains
My perspiration to the sound of its existence
Its incisors punctured my fragile resistance
Its paws clawed in vain at my chest trying to flee
It possessed me
Body and soul
Turned me into a monster, my life it stole
Its passion burned my heart
Its frenzy tore me apart
You awoke a beast inside of me
And only you can set it free
The DanceWe dance a deadly waltz,The Dance1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We dance to stay alive.
Our faces hidden by elaborate masks,
Our clothes covered with fake jewels.
We do not complain, we simply move,
For those who don't are thrown aside like dolls.
Our feet sweep through the blood of the fallen,
We simply dance as to not join the mutilated bodies.
From the time we're born until the moment we die,
We're simply dancing, porcelain dolls on earths stage.
The music plays, sweet and sorrowful, slow and deadly,
As we sway and spin, twirl and swing to the tune of life.
Who we really are, we will never really know the truth,
And with painted skin and hidden emotions we simply dance.
Useless people, worn-out humans, we shall all fall,
As we dance the deadly waltz of fate to our very death.
The red sunThe red sunThe red sun1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Creeps down the darkened sky;
The red sun,
With its eye, I'm undone.
I am falling in dark,
An eye watches me, stark;
The red sun.
Are you happy with yourself?Are you happy with yourself,Are you happy with yourself?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the reflection that you see?
Are you where you expected?
Are you who, you were meant to be?
Did you head straight in the right direction?
Or get lost along the way
Are you covered in your battle scars?
Are your arms still a clean slate?
Can you say you are truly happy?
Or do you smile to make it by
Did you give all that you had?
Or did you forget to try
Is there anything you’d change?
Or would you do it all again
Is your story neatly written?
Or did you lose your pen
You do know it’s not too late
Too pick up and go anew
So that maybe next time I ask
You’ll be a better you.
MonsterI'm the monster.Monster1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't need to hide under your bed,
inside your thoughts is good enough for me.
Only help will make me go away,
and I make sure you don't get it ever.
I come when your full of high spirits,
and push you down into a pit of despair.
Sometimes, I leave and make you
feel the cold numbness you despise.
You'd rather hurt then be numb,
and welcome me back.
Only the strong ones can shake me off,
and continue on their right path;
instead of the bad one I've created for you.
The sound and the silenceThe sound of a heart breaking is not like glass shatteringThe sound and the silence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's a loud, roaring scream of despair
and then silence
for the longest time, all there is, is silence.
But slowly, slowly a beat returns.
Faint, unsteady and fragile.
Like the tentative flutterings of a baby bird's wings, as it learns to fly.
So afraid of falling.
But slowly, slowly, the beat gets louder.
Like a drummer in a marching band.
Nervous and hopeful.
The sound of a heart beating again is like a soldier being welcomed home.
Covered in scars, but happy again.
Ready to face whatever lies ahead.
StrugglesI clutched to the bars in desperation,Struggles1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never believed I was in void space;
I smashed the gold and silver to fragments,
Never believed I was incapacitated.
I lived in serenade,
Picture perfect I would be;
I was disillusioned,
And I chose to never parade it.
I imprison myself in desires,
While you waltz in my shadow;
My shadow's your podium to shine.
I clenched my fist so tight that they bled,
I like how the blood drips;
I dance in hysteria that they ridicule,
I like how their pain shows.
MasksThey dance around the room,Masks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Skirts flowing, feet flying.
Their expressions hidden
Behind the colorful masks.
The mysterious women,
The deadly men, gently dancing
Around each other,
Through the bright, colored room.
The killer is among them,
Behind his jeweled mask,
And as long as they dance
They twirl around death.
Every person who takes
His hand or a dance,
Every person who brushes
Against him in passing.
They are all marked,
Quickly pinpointed by him,
Those who are unlucky
Will never breathe again.
Don't worry, darling,
This is a masquerade.
A bloody, masked playground,
But you'll be safe, my dear.
Just watch them, darling,
Dancing, laughing fools,
But all of them are killers,
So don't you be tricked.
Just pull on your mask,
Hide your emotions, your face,
Keep your weapons close,
Because, baby, you're the killer.
RainGently knocking on my windowRain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coloring the sky with gray
Flowing down hills toward the meadow
It's the highlight of my day
My face frozen in time
As my cheek of porcelain
Touches the see-through wall
Every time it heats up
Leaving a puddle of smoke suck
To the face of it
Calming me with it's gentle lullaby
As i step into the world of dreams
or is it nightmares?
DisregardedLet me tell you the tale,Disregarded1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a broken man,
Who never could fail,
Who never could win.
Disregarded by his kin,
For one measly little sin,
Now he is shattered on the ground,
His face is battered into a frown.
Trapped in a prison of a home,
In the cell of his room,
He may at times be free to roam,
In the end he must return.
What of the scars,
Upon his arms?,
Can't they see,
They cause him harm.
The blood trickles,
Hits the ground,
In singular drips.
Now the wood,
Is stained red,
Now their son,
Is nearly dead.
Now they have nothing,
Left to say,
Upon the eve of bloody,
They Hate Me Because I'm A Writer.They hate me because I’m a writer, because I don’t live in their world.They Hate Me Because I'm A Writer.11 months ago in Emotional More Like This
They hate me because I can so easily detach myself from this painful reality, with just the type of a key or stroke of a pencil.
I plan scenarios that they’ve never thought of, heard of, nor dreamed of. I use characters as pieces of a puzzle, or cards in a game, throwing them through obstacles that are unimaginable.
I create worlds that make macabre look as welcoming as light, and agony taste as sweet as sugar.
I will twist you and cause you to question your own humanity.
When you step into my universe, you will never be the same.
If you choose to stay, I may engulf you in my horrors,
And if you choose to leave, you will find that it will be hard for you to fully escape me.
It’s your choice to hate me, and scorn me for not being like others.
It’s your choice to come with me, and become my companion, an equal ruler of this world I have created.
Depression and I are Fuck BuddiesWhen I was young I made a friend.Depression and I are Fuck Buddies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was kind of quiet-
a loner, like me.
She wore a long cloak of stars and melodies
that would wrap around us both when she got close.
As we got older
we became closer-
until she was all I could see.
She gave me words of comfort,
whispered when no one was around.
And I would hold her close,
Keeping her curled up inside.
Even when she was mean,
I would forgive her.
If she made me cry,
I would hold her closer.
We are never apart for very long,
though the people around us would try
and rip us from each other’s grasp.
She would simply disappear
for hours or days or months.
And soon she would sneak in my bedroom
with her cloak of starlight and music
and hold me in a lovers’ embrace.
The Last EnemyThe Last Enemy 6/5/14The Last Enemy10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You cannot see it,
but it is always there.
It follows you wherever you go.
Taunting - teasing - bearing
its metallic teeth - waiting.
Ever so patient,
like a stalking sentry.
Always looming in the
background of your thoughts.
You cannot run or shun
its powerful hold.
At anytime it can attack -
relentless in its pursuit.
Like a shadow with ill intent -
all its will is bent
toward one thing.
As a claw that slowly scratches
down your back leaving chills behind.
Hot breath on your exposed neck
imparts an imprint on your haunted hallucinations.
It is unavoidable and indifferent.
It knows no mercy or rival.
A frosty breeze that freezes your blood -
making your hair stand on end.
There is no light in this endless night.
There is no waking from this demented dream.
I am frightened till my last desperate breath.
There is no escape from our last enemy - Death!
Writer's blockThe pencil lies idly next to the notebook.Writer's block2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The icon on the computer screen blinks almost in a mocking fashion, the keys gathering dust.
That notebook is opened to a fresh page, not a letter or eraser shaving on it.
That computer is opened up to a new document, again, no words on it, not even the use of undo or redo as a sign that maybe something was once there.
And there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
I can think of few things in this world that are as frustrating.
How to be a better writer!How to be a better writer, orHow to be a better writer!10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Even a better artist.
“Trust me”, I have experience,
I’ve been at it for years.
Let me give you a few simple guidelines,
Some that I myself go off of,
And I’ll pretend that my style,
Choice of words, will work for everyone else.
And let’s not forget to mention that
I am a premium member! A beta tester!
A senior member!
Till hell freezes over!
I must know what I’m talking about?
In all my greatness and glory!
I have the authority,
To tell others how to make their art better.
Let’s cut the bullshit here and now,
And ignore those people who tell us our style.
One person, so skilled and great,
With art that all tend to appreciate,
Does not have the right to lead ‘his’ flock,
To determine whose art is worthy or not.
You write one way I write another,
My thoughts are calm, while yours are loud as thunder.
She strokes left, but he’ll stroke right,
Her art his peaceful, but his depicts a fight.
A pencil i
HopeMaybe I’ll fly, or maybe I’ll fall,Hope1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I shan’t feel regret at not jumping at all.
No more excuses, forget complications,
If you hold back you’ll drown in frustrations,
I’ll probably sink and I’ll probably plummet,
But maybe I’ll fly all the way to the summit.
Unlikely, perhaps, but I’ll welcome a crush,
It’s been far too long since a girl made me blush,
I’m sick of this blandness, I’m sick of this space,
I’m sick of this lethargic, effortless place,
She’s pretty and cute and she smiles when I speak,
It’s probably nothing but I won’t turn my cheek,
I’ll fight and I’ll try and just maybe I’ll die,
But maybe I’ll soar and just maybe I’ll fly.
Suicidal BreathsWith a decrease in energy,Suicidal Breaths1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fatigue, sick-to-stomach and feelings of mortality,
She still survives,
Though she buries herself in broken lies.
She says she's fine,
She's just okay,
But deep down inside,
She's full of sorrowful pain.
She believes what she hears,
And avoids what she sees,
Feeling the sad, pity, indescribable beliefs.
She sits in a corner full of isolation and guilt,
Darkness and ache,
Counting the pills she spilled.
White and Blue,
Just one more.
Vision becoming blurry,
She's shaky and becoming worried.
Looking in a reflection,
Ribs soon distinguishable,
Bones and fright just popping out,
She screams inside and yells for help.
No one's around,
She can't hear a subtle sound.
She pleads to why she's on this earth,
Why her mother had to give birth.
She falls to the ground,
Blending into the darkness of the unspoken place,
She cries and cries,
Soon she'll be erased.
Font.I want to be in black and white, words written on a page.Font.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a plot that thickens at every turn the reader cant look away.
Turn me into Mystery being solved by a gloomy, brooding victor.
Or maybe a great Romance with a "Happily Ever After"
Write me into Fantasy to transcend all your realities.
With a hero who is so bold, to test my fair formalities.
Compose a great Tragedy of star crossed lovers torn apart.
I will be the weeping widow who dies from a broken heart.
Create a suspenseful Horror and I will be your screaming victim.
Yet when the monster sets in for the kill, I find a way to outwit him.
I want to be in black and white, but this all seems to much to write.
The answer is not a novel, or poem, no its a quite bit more easy.
Grab a scrap of this or that and with your pen just quickly scratch,
"I Love You, Love Me."
Imperfect WriterWords are written in a fluid motion.Imperfect Writer2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The thoughts are rushing; there’s so much commotion.
Cramps arise from within my wrist.
The story continues on without a murderous twist.
Stress has crept along my back,
For there’s something I believe I lack.
I can see the blood, the horror, and the hate.
But I cannot find whatever I expected would be great.
Every time there’s something missing,
Something that I don’t believe I’m overanalyzing.
So, I add and add and add until I find a fit,
But the unknown stretches to Beyond and I lose it.
Therefore, I make it all new again and again.
It all starts over, though, and I know I cannot win.
I dread the day when the unknown will consume everything whole,
And I’m left with another unfinished goal.
I’m an imperfect writer; that much is true.
But I’m not alone; you’re with me, too.
We, writers, all have been cursed,
For the good and for the worst.
Our thoughts are contaminated with lies,
And they expand