Nothing's Wrong - Texti'm fine, really i am. i'm not upset. i'm just tired. i'll be fine. don't worry about me. i'm ok. i'll be alright. i'm not angry with you. don't be upset. everything is fine. everything is good. everything is perfect. nothing's wrong. really, nothing's wrong, ok? i just feel a little sick. i shouldn't have had so much to eat. i'll be fine in a minute. i'm ok. don't worry. smile. no, i'm not crying. there's something in my eye. just nevermind. look at me. look at me. see? what? oh, yeah, i'm fine. i was just joking. really, i'm just tired, kay? nothing is wrong. life is great. i love it. i love it. i love you. oops, ha ha, just jo
Why Can't You See? - TextWhy cant you see its just a question? Why cant you see its just the truth? Why cant you see Im not lying? Why cant you see all I want is for you to get better? Why cant you see that Im not trying to hurt you? Why cant you see that Ill do anything for you? Why cant you see that Ill change for you? Why cant you see that Im telling the truth? Why cant you see that Im not just being polite? Why cant you see that this isnt your fault? Why cant you see that Ill try to help you? Why cant you see that Ill change the world for you? Why cant you see that Ill always be there for you? Why cant you see that this can change? Why cant you see that its not all your fault? Why cant you see that youre not worthless? Why cant you see that youre not hopeless? Why cant you see that youre not a waste of spaWhy Can't You See? - Text7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
give up.today i am a pessimist-give up.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the world is just a
than it's supposed to be,
and i'd much rather
than become a "you and me".
today i am a tragedy-
i want you to make me
and let out all the air
that i've been holding
inside of me
until my lungs have become bare.
i find myself having to practice
how to put a smi
suicide is overrated.you traced my scarssuicide is overrated.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
some were raised, some caved in
and in my ear you whispered
'why do you do this to yourself?'
i thought it over for a long time.
'so no one else can.'
you have a
tattoo of a swallow
soaring up your wrist
you always told me you got it because
you could never fly.
you didn't need wings
to fly away from me.
you trail your fingers down my sides,
counting all of my ribs.
a curious look appear in your eyes,
and you murmered to me-
'you are not beautiful.'
i told you i knew that.
love is not the only thing i'm starving myself of.
Poetry Collection IVThe Moment I was Put to DeathPoetry Collection IV7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moment I was put to Death
I watched my world unfold;
And took it in one failing breath
Amid the sinking cold.
I saw the waters part for me,
The prison walls come down;
And held my head up gallantly
Prepared myself to drown.
The war drum beat in unison
With my instable heart,
While I marveled at the passion of
Its long-forgotten art.
Then quick, the noose, with bitter force
Was tightened round my neck,
til blood began to change its course
and surge along the wreck.
I felt the world dissipate
In a white, magnesium flash,
And blind, began to levitate
Into the bidding Past.
And felt the warmth of gentle seas
Lull still the vessel tossed.
Now silent in the reverie
Of new beginnings lost
Then soaring high above, I left
My shell that winter morn.
The moment I was put to Death
Was the moment I was born.
A Sonnet against Sonnets
I do not care for sonnets very much;
Poetic form that makes me
zeeroofourten smilei bet if you broke her heart you would apologize.zeeroofourten smile6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you'd curl his fingers around her locks and cop out
i bet if you broke her heart you would say 'i'm so sorry'
only i would know you 'sincere' pardon-me's were hollow
and she could carry on with her high self esteem
her brain leisons all in tact
while i'm left here, trying to connect red wires to blue
my abdomin muscle's the only thing keeping me together
walking across a tight rope wire crying,
'this should be you, i knew better. this should be her,
she's so fucking niave, i thought i knew better--'
and i'll be the one up with you at six in the morning
hardly keeping myself together
but she'll be the one you hugkiss in the hallways
i'll be the one listening to you whisper
'the irony is, i'm already an emotional wreck'
and she'll be the one you tell
'you know, you look beautiful in navy blue.'
i'm not jealous of the mounds of flesh on her chest.
i'm not jealous of her seemingly perfect auburn hair.
i'm jealous that i give you everything
unrequitedwhere were you when i was drinking kerosene, and staring at the matches?unrequited5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where were you when i was cutting open my couch to make a place to hide, a place to
you're so hard to look at
you're like a ten ton weight in the pit of my stomach.
you make me
because i know i'll never be good enough for you
stop running and just look.imagine this,stop running and just look.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we're lying in bed
bare chest to bear chest
all warm skin and racing hearts
i can feel every curve,
every smooth plane
of your naked body
i'd stay like this forever
my face nuzzled into
your collar bone
my eyes tightly shut
your soft breath on my hair;
we're sitting on my bench
its cold and you have your arms around me
whispering "warm up babe, warm up my love"
the stars are out just for us,
my legs are over yours
with a blanket tightly around us
i'm smiling and you're whispering
secrets into the pink shell of my ear
telling me "i'm falling for you, miss may.
i'm really falling"
I am not...I am not...I am not...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an angel of any kind
depressed and lonely
putting up a facade
I wear a mask
Just like the rest of us
Going through my days
Just like everyone else
promise to play this on silenthellopromise to play this on silent6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
just promise me youre listening.
since once you get used to being ignored for long enough, its nice to pretend that you could be something. that you could say something that matters. and that somewhere, someone is listening. and for now, ill make believe that youll make everything better. that the air will taste like sunshine even though its been raining for days. or that my heart isnt disconnected and that maybe my lips will get the message. or even that for the next two and half minutes youll love me.
ill make believe.
ill make believe you.
ill make believe you care.
just promise me youre leaving.
i know that once you get used to being nothing, its nice to pretend that you can actually be somebodys something. the problem is you cant or rather, i cant. since i have this disappearing sickness, and ive been pretending for the last sixty three and a half days that
vicarious lust beyond page 287Cassie was an artist. With charcoal pastels, she painted masterpieces on last years newspapers; every Sunday night she watched film noir cartoons on her vintage television; every Monday morning, she stressed over the unfinished projects due that day. She found disgrace in beauty and believed color was only for the shallow. When it rained, she'd stare at the nimbus clouds and trace her grey sunset in the gloomy sky. Rain was her muse, her inspiration, her best friend. And melancholy weather was her lover. To settle her depression, she went to the library; she closed her eyes, point her finger, and let her heart pick her new favorite book. But when she landed on a book titled Ryan, with a picture of an intriguingly handsome young boy, she knew it was perfect.vicarious lust beyond page 2876 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Ryan was a poet. With water-soluble imagery, he refracted lexical spectrums in kaleidoscope dictionaries. He believed
Words I'll Never SayWords I'll Never SayWords I'll Never Say7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I found myself sitting at the edge of my mind watching my memories on replay.
Listening to every single line we both said during that moment and time.
Almost bringing another tear to my eyes that used to shine bright like the stars.
But I stopped myself since I know that it's useless to fall weak after all of these days passed.
So instead I'll just keep watching my memories over and over, again and again.
Taking down notes on words I'll never be able to hear until the rightful one comes.
'Cause you stole my heart since the moment you walked into my life so long ago.
Took away my breath and heard the angels singing their sweet melodies.
Showering you with a golden light coming from above and when you smiled,
You made the ice that was forming over my heart melt away to the ocean.
But now I'll never be able to say these words again since I'm alone once more.
Every single day I found myself wanting to get closer to your body to feel your aura.
Since you always made me
there's a leak in my heart.i want to be naked in a room with you and only touch your face.there's a leak in my heart.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to marvel at the pain in your eyes and the choke in your voice, asking me to please, please, don't fade away. your eyelashes become black smoke and i mumble something about falling down.
so desperately do i want to close my eyes, to curl up in a ball and make my life an instrumental. but clinging onto the strings of my soul is a hand formed by thousands of i love yous, and countless feelings of inadequacy. i am not enough for you, and you are not enough for me. there will never be enough in this world for us. we are the disappointed. we are the ones that love with more than just our hearts.
lyrics form from the saliva in my mouth, and i sing them to you without a second thought. i am ashamed of the crack in my voice but you pretend not to even notice, and i squeeze your hand, hoping beyond hope that the calendar has made a terrible, terrible mistake.
i long to fulfill our wild and shadowed dreams, but bursts of gree
miragei.mirage6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am writing into my skin everything that i happen
to like about you because i am afraid to forget
it; the ink is sinking into my fingerprints so that
i cannot find the line where you begin and i end
i think i would like to take you out to the baseball field and
spread out beneath a hurricane so we can let our heartbeats
match the thunder; i created the perfect image of you in my
mind and i am scared it might wash away in the downpour
see, i have this habit of taking needles and shoving them
through my skin to forgive my past sins; i pierced my
tongue for you to see the true hues of my words and every
night i wonder if you will suddenly tell me you are colorblind
maybe one night i can forget that i am afraid of closing
my eyes and we can fall asleep with fingers intertwined;
i have become accustomed to dreading nightmares but waking
up to find you missing would turn my dreams into havens
yet the ink in my pen has run dry and i am finding it hard to
form my words; the
try to know me.if you want to know me, you have to read my words.try to know me.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you have to let yourself slip into the sometimes boiling water of my ideas and let them blister and scar your skin. you have to touch the angry wounds and understand the serrated edges that placed them there. you see, i am more than syllables and more than vowels, but to understand the cracking of my spine, you have to decipher the noise that it makes on the way down. you have to close your eyes and listen to my soft-throated whine and listen to my blood-vessel-popping scream and understand the howls of joy that spiral up my chest from the shrapnel of my very stomach.
you must take the time to understand each of these separate noises and understand the source of the words comes not from inspiration and not from ideas but from emotions that bleed red down my arms to the calloused fingers that hold this pen. you have to trust that i am not writing from false and vivid imagination, and you must understand that each flawed sentence and eac
dont make me do thatsometimes i worry that you're going to turn into the girl i saw on the t.v. last night:dont make me do that5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the girl smoking up black tar heroin and pain killers on the side of the street because you can't even begin to deal with the things inside of you so you just numb it all. you just numb it all.
you do it so you don't have to feel a thing, not even me, not even this, not even the beauty between everything ugly and it's going to cut me up.
sometimes i worry that you're going to turn me into the girl i saw on the t.v. last night, but instead of black tar heroin i'll just have to look into your eyes and you'll drain me of everything i ever knew. i'll forget how to feel, and how to think, and how to rationalize.
i'll be just as empty and numb as you but i'll never even have to taste that bullshit you smoke. i just have to look at you and see everything beautiful and alive, wilt and die. ill be watching you turn into a corpse.
don't make me do that.
UnrequitedYou're walking hand-in-hand and everyone can seeUnrequited8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All the world is staring, except for maybe me.
I'm just gonna walk away, I've seen this many times
There really isn't much to tell, but that would end the rhyme.
I laugh a laugh I don't feel, I wear a smile my eyes don't meet
I'm watching you from far away as you let her take her seat.
This busy road has no inkling of the pain I've had to feel
But even if you aren't mine, at least, I know that love is real.
I need to get away for a bit, all this doesn't help
Maybe you'll notice that I've gone, but you won't be by yourself.
I've never been one to cry and I don't intend to now,
So let me say a few more things before I take my bow.
I am the friend who watched him stumble; I picked him up when he fell
He's told me all his fears and hopes and he knows mine as well.
I'm the one who brought them together, so this pain is my own fault
I just wanted him to be happy, but this is rubbing the wound with salt.
Tell me there's a way to make this easie
second chances don't fit here.i never feel coldersecond chances don't fit here.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than when i'm talking to you.
i don't know what this says about us.
but i know that i worry about the way
you complicate something as simple as
the beating of my heart. i don't think
i love you. not yet. not since. not
ever but maybe that's just the strong
sense of denial i've built up in the
past few months. i don't think i'll be
okay. not now. not really. not quite.
maybe you were good for me once
but you're no good for me now.
i often wonder what would happen if i
stopped speaking for awhile since all
my words ever do is make a mess out of
things that should be easy. the thing is
that when i'm happy i let myself write
a better story than what i have. i get
carried away and i make believe myself
to be a more lovable character than i'll
ever be. but this isn't fiction and the
fact is sometimes all we get is one
perfect moment. my moment was you.
but darling, when it's over, it's over.
there are no chances left. not anymore.
i don't really think i'm hopeless even
- All I Wanted -- All I Wanted -10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I wanted was your heart
All I needed was you
But you tore my world apart
And there was nothing I could do
Please tell me that I'm dreaming
Please say it isn't true
Please tell me you're not leaving
Because I mean the world to you
What did I do to make you hate me?
I need you by my side
But all I can think of lately
Is why I ever tried
Because now you're so much
Ever since you've been
And it hurts so bad
To have to see
You with her
And not with me
I don't know
What you see in that whore
Why can't you
Love me anymore?
I lived for you
And I'd die for you
But now I sit
And cry for you
All I wanted was your heart
All I needed was you
But you tore my world apart
There was only one thing I could do
You were my
But yours revolved around
And it hurt so bad
To have to see
Because you were supposed to
Be with me
But you left me here
With a broken heart
And now you're lying
On the floor
And you're not breathing
I dragged y
I'm just a girlI'm a girlI'm just a girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who honors friendship
To the very last
I'm a girl
Who cares about family
Old fashioned (I know)
I'm a girl
Who helps the needed
Not just passes by
I'm a girl
Nice and kind
But let's cut the bullshit
And just be dead honest
I won't say I love you
Every now and then
When I'm not in the mood
As if everything is Okay
To make you feel better
So don't be surprised
I'm just being open
I'm not perfect
As it might seem
Not always happy
Nor always sad
I'm just like you
Someone with burdens
Resting on shoulders
I'm a girl
Who speaks out
What's on the mind
Who tells the
Truth deep down inside
But with all the ups
And all the downs
No matter what happens
No matter how hard it gets
I'm a girl
With a true heart
And a vivid smile
I'm a girl
Who will remain
A loyal friend
Dad's little girl
I'm just a girl
Who won't fall apart
When this all fades away
The quiet onesThe Quiet OnesThe quiet ones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for:
the ones who sit in class, doodling in their notebooks.
Alone they're harmless and keep to themselves.
But don't be fooled, their brains are a flurry of activity.
Put two or more of them together, and you'll wonder what the heck happened.
These "quiet ones" start talking, start plotting.
They've planned each other's brutal deaths....multiple times.
They've discussed the zombie apocalypse....and how they'd start it.
The end of the world has four backup plans....to ensure its demise.
And you can almost guarantee your death has been penciled in for next Tuesday.
So be careful, 'cause it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
a burialimagine being the first person to discover death.a burial4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your lover has passed in her sleep.
you kiss her, you touch her thigh,
you whisper her name and stroke her hair,
you listen to her empty heart
and wonder at her silence
you wore red to her funeral because
that was her favorite color and
the pastor wouldn't let you play
landslide on the speaker system
in the chapel.
the gospel choir watched you like
the trees sighed.
and when the service was over
everyone asked how you were
but no one really wanted to know.
thursday the air tasted like stale apples.
grief holds you in
like a corset
red twine tying you
when you feel like
the wind is stagnant
and all you know
is the heaviness in the breeze
that never comes.
and you can see it now-
she ferments in the ground the way
juice once fermented beneath your
kitchen window in the sun, you are
drunk on her body and
you never meant to be,
and the heat becomes the
only thing that is thorough
and the only thing that mat