Bad WordsSpecial and unique will always be bad words for meBad Words10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They mean loneliness and isolation
Genius mean outsider
It all means that you stand alone with nowhere to go
A road for someone like you have never been made
Because you are unique, special, one of a kind
Alone, isolated, outcast
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,The sound of silence6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Silent by the GraveSilent, a hundred people are.Silent by the Grave8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Solemnly over a hundred graves they stand.
Not a single word is uttered, heads bowed,
respects already paid.
Slowly, a hundred coffins descend.
Rain compensating for unshed tears.
Thunder replaces unheard cries,
roaring in denial and rage.
Deafening, a hundred souls are.
Six feet deep, their bodies laid to rest.
Silent crying they will remain.
Forever grieving they will stay.
UntitledYou may have widened the chasm between us...Untitled1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
You may have caused me to throw up my walls of silence...
You may have stabbed me with your words...
But they did not fall upon deaf ears.
From your words as twisted as the knots in my mind,
You brought me anger.
From your neglect of the glass heart that beats before you.
You brought me depression.
But neither could have caused the fear that has gripped my hold of reality.
Whether or not I tread between anxiety or paranoia.
But despite these fears,
Despite wanting to escape myself,
Despite horrid contemplations,
Despite being broken...
I now realize, that you have opened the door into something truly beautiful.
Grandma's GoneHush little babyGrandma's Gone5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't you dare cry.
will sing you your final lullaby.
The cradle of my life
has long been destroyed.
Shards and broken splinters
still embedded in the void.
I wake to the rise
and fall to my sleep.
The emptiness engulfs me
only held in my own arms to comfort keep.
Shine upon my tears.
Protect in the darkness
from being consumed by my fears.
I am a black sheep
with no wool to keep me warm.
This is the prayer
to keep me while your gone..
wingsto the bird-girl; i thought by now you'd know,wings9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your wings are nothing but decorative.
you can hover, love, but never soar and you'll
never clasp the sunshine in your fingertips,
never touch the moon in the instant before the rain.
i thought by now you'd have found them;
they ( fiercely clawed and bright of eye )
who tore you from the nest, all alone -
and yet all you do is flutter by me,
you delicate butterfly; help yourself.
you're lonely and everyone sees it; you're longing
for a world of your own, you're a dreamer,
it's blindingly clear to us all, darling, run away -
flee the chaos you were born into,
pluck those feathers and run to ground
with the lizards and creatures of the night
( forget the sunlight, love, forget what it
feels like to drift upon airwaves. forget. )
dear bird-girl; you are so adored,
but you cannot remain here forever.
Judges.Why does everyone judge me?Judges.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why does everyone think I'm lying?
Why does everyone misjudge me?
Why does nobody want me dying?
Why does the world need me?
If they all think I lie cheat and steal?
I've done it! (I'll have to check... Let me)
Why does it all seem so evil and surreal?
I love you... (Huh, sure you do.)
These judges, this nightmare,
Why do they judge me for what I do?
These people who think I am without a care.
Why does this world seem so evil, so surreal?
Am I really here, persecuted and accused?
Why everyone here think I lie, cheat and steal?
Is this really real, or have I been lied to, cheated and used?
Sorrow's SongI needed something to clear my mind.Sorrow's Song8 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I needed someone I left behind.
I lost myself inside my Shadows.
Now I’ll never be free.
I thought love would conquer all.
I trust you,
But you let me fall.
Despair took over, and then I knew.
I wasn’t real.
Not to you.
Starlight gleams beyond my window,
But I’m trapped in this world I made.
A place of refuge from all my tears.
Tears I shed for you.
Softly whispers consume my mind.
I look for answers, but all I find
Is shattered pieces of a different time.
Who I was before you.
Is it Ever Okay to Talk to Yourself? Do you constantly get called "crazy" by your family members and/or people at school? Just for talking to yourself?Is it Ever Okay to Talk to Yourself?1 month ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Do you think it's abnormal to talk to yourself out loud as well?
Ever wondering if you're getting bonkers?
The truth is, it is natural to talk to yourself. To me it's a healthy habit. Most artists and authors tend to do those. It can help them with ideas, get to know their own creations, all that. Self-talk can also help you communicate better. How? Well, talking to yourself is like practicing with yourself, of course. Less stuttering and more straightforward talk for future conversations!
This can help you with many things. Making decisions, confirmation and reassurance, self-entertainment, reading and writing skills, etc.
One big thing is that this can help you with loneliness. Do you barel
The Ones I've LostScars show the battlesThe Ones I've Lost1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ones I've lost.
Arched, puckered, ugly
But I'll show you them
I'll show you
The ones I've lost.
Long sleeves hide the trail
But scars tell a story
One arm a horrific fight
One leg a slow climax
Wherever, whatever, they'll always be
The ones I've lost
Soon I'll have recovered
For your sweet words hold me dear
Your lips brush the white lines
Your fingers against my hip
You'll never let me go
The ones I've lost
HetaliaXReader:You're an anime character~Lithuania(yeah another request. Lil swearing)HetaliaXReader:You're an anime character~Lithuania1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
So you click it......nothing happens not even a your computer has detected a virus pop up.
You have decided that you have seen enough anime for the day so you go to bed.
You are woken up by a loud crashing sound. 'Ugh I am too tired for this shit.' You exit your room to see 2 men fighting. You recognize these people to be Poland and Lithuania.
"OW~! The fall like totally hurt my ass."
"Yeah good to know. NOW CAN YOU GET OFF ME......please."
"Um....Sorry to interrupt your tender moment but Do you happen to be Polan
Not The Girl You Think I AmI'm not the girl you think I amNot The Girl You Think I Am9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I promise I never will be
I'm not what you expect and know
Just open your eyes and see
I'm not as simple and innocent
As you all want to think
I'm not so cute and I'm not sweet
So take another drink
Because when you see the real me
You'll wish you never knew
That one day I'm going to hurt you
One day I'll fall through
So you want to know the truth?
To pull away the covers?
Well the girl I really am you know
Has a heart a different colour
I could tell you just who I am
And who I want to be
but who I'm not is more important
So tell me what you see
You see the girl you think I am
But I've been fooling you
I'll push you hard and knock you down
And maybe tell you the truth
You think you understand me
The reason why my heart beats
But you didn't see me run away
Down jagged city streets
I'm brave and strong and wonderful
That's what you seem to know
But I'm cracked and I'm a coward
And the courage is all a show
Plastic smiles have stolen moments
When you could
At the cherry tree...At the cherry tree...9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Little girl, love and sweetness in her heart,
lets the care for nature impart.
Watching the wonderful cherry tree,
as it sets its beauty free.
Flowers shower on her head,
form a soft petal bed
underneath, on the ground,
there she may sleep sweet and sound.
Sitting down, looking around..
Figures out there's no-one else to be found.
Then it all comes back to her mind,
tears appear making her blind.
Starting to feel alone,
hated and cold,
Rejected, bleeding pain but nobody to hold.
On her face descending the last burning tear,
tired of living in sadness and fear.
As the sun spreads its final ray,
she looks the sky, starts to whisper and pray..
"Could they just notice the good in me,
for I am not the selfish person they see.."
StoryI know you have a story hiddenStory8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In your chest but you’re
Afraid to wear it on your sleeves
For everyone to see. No need
To worry – I’ve seen scarred arms,
I’ve known people who let their
Demons take over their hearts.
Your story is just as valid as
Mine; even if it’s just a fairytale.
A Poem For All Freaks Everywhere.You're weird,A Poem For All Freaks Everywhere.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They don't understand you.
They're like you.
A freak is cool,
A freak can change the world,
A freak is unique,
A freak has a new point of view;
A freak is something new.
You do everything differently,
You're completely out of place;
Just like me.
No one would miss me...It's the same thing that drives me to suicide nearly every night,No one would miss me...3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It's the same thing that gives my enemies such evil delight.
It's the same thing that gives my lover such a fright,
It's the same evil thought that I am thinking tonight.
Even you reader, would you miss me if I left?
If I just stopped writing poetry, left this account bereft?
Would anyone, anywhere, miss me if I left?
If I left for good, because with a blade I am deft.
No one would miss me...
No reason to, no one loves me.
No reason to, no one even likes me.
It's just a fact that no one would miss me.
Pens and Crumbs CreateSticks and stones may break my bonesPens and Crumbs Create1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But pens and crumbs create
Little do I know
But create is fun to do
I used my mind and brain
And this is what I made
I made it out of sticks and clay
This is what I made
Pen turned stick
Crumb turned rock
And rock got smashed to clay
With canvas of clay
For stick and brain
Crumbs from mind
Shape patterns for my eyes
How?How does one manage to cut their skin?How?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tear the veins that run within?
How do you carefully steal a knife?
The tool that's used to end your life?
How do you hide from prying eyes?
How do you muffle your painful cries?
Where do you cut so that no one will see?
So no one at school will question me?
How long does it take to disappear?
A day, a month or even a year?
How does one pretend not to care?
Pretend to read but simply stare?
How does one refrain from eating?
But not act like you're competing?
How does one fill the great black hole?
Without the hunger taking its toll?
How do you make yourself violently sick?
How do you get your body to tick?
I've tried before but there's one small snag,
All I can manage is a pitiful gag.
But perhaps the question I should ask,
Rather than how to complete this task,
Maybe I should just sit down and cry,
And ask myself not how but why?
We see different starsWe see different starsWe see different stars8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
While yours shine throughout
the darkness of your night,
light the way into your sky,
and hold your wishes til
they finally come true,
mine reflect in the murky filth
from which they can be seen
acting as disgusting mirrors
into a world which cannot be mine
My Name.My name is the sound of broken glass.My Name.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That shattering, the fear, the guilt,
My name is called when something is broken.
Maybe by fear.
Maybe by accident
but always a Burden.
Is what is gone priceless?
My name takes things away.
Pretend TreeI am not a stem or a stoic treePretend Tree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was it once
But have now fallen under the weight of broken branches
I am nothing more than a log
The weight of what has been broken fell on me and I could not remain standing
And now I am a log
A log that pretends to be a stable tree
Not a stem to lean against anymore
But now a bench to lie and sit on
Where you can rest all your weight
I am fallen and broken
I break more and fall deeper for every broken branch and twig put on me
But what can I do other than take it
I am nothing more than a log