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? - Text6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
unrequitedwhere were you when i was drinking kerosene, and staring at the matches?unrequited4 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
suicide is overrated.you traced my scarssuicide is overrated.5 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 IV6 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 smile4 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
a burialimagine being the first person to discover death.a burial3 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
give up.today i am a pessimist-give up.5 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
stop running and just look.imagine this,stop running and just look.4 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"
UnrequitedYou're walking hand-in-hand and everyone can seeUnrequited7 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
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 that4 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.
Words I'll Never SayWords I'll Never SayWords I'll Never Say6 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
Sorrow of the WriterThe writer writes.Sorrow of the Writer8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The artist draws.
The writer reads.
The artist watches.
The writer depends on words.
The artist depends on shapes.
The writer uses letters.
The artist uses color.
I feel so much sorrow, my lack of artistic talents reflect upon my own life.
I wish I could express my thoughts and feelings into pictures.. into shapes and color.
But I cannot, I'm only a writer.
I'm a shapeshifter of words.
I'm an expression of letters.
I'm a shadow behind the page.
The artist hogs the spotlight, takes away the observants.
I lay in wait, looking for someone to comment, fav, or even take I liking into my poetry and stories.
I want to have the spotlight, to be the best... the best word shifter.. the best writer.
My sorrow continues on, for the artist is always on the light.
I'm forced to wait in shadow until my words become known.
For now.. I shall wait.. until someone dodges the artist... and comes to me...
I am not...I am not...I am not...3 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
- All I Wanted -- All I Wanted -9 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
Love IsLove has been compared to so many things, and so confidently. Love is like wildflowers, people say. Love is like a hurricane. Love is like a heat wave. Love is like quicksilver in the hand, Love is like luck. It seems so arrogant to believe that just because you label it that way, it is so for everyone.Love Is5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Our love is not a hurricane, our love is not luck. For us, or perhaps even only for me, our love is like balloons. Brightly colored, fiercely joyful things party balloons, buoyant and barely restrained, a shock of color in the grey landscape of the sky. Our love is that beautiful, charming, childish expression of glee and celebration. Yes, our love is like balloons.
Our love is not wildflowers, our love is not quicksilver. I fear that our love is like balloons. A moment of joy, a moment of exquisite happiness a moment so temporary, so achingly temporary. A thorn, a tree branch, a pin, a brush against sun-heated me
A girl named SorrowA girl named Sorrow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Give me your hand, said Love
and I will take it all away,
I will give you joy for ashes,
a heart of beautiful array
So Sorrow looked upon him
her heart filled with death
Can Love possibly heal me?
she murmured in a whispering breath
Pain had always been her friend
Darkness is what she knows
Alone, who could ever want her
Her friend, Lonely, had told her so
But Love was so inviting
His warmth pulling her fro
I will love you as you are
To you my heart I want to show
So Sorrow stretched out to him
Hand-in-hand with Love
Take me from this place, she said
Beyond the clouds above
So Love finally embraced her
His beloved, that was she
Your name is no longer Sorrow, he said
It's Loved. You're loved by me
because sometimes i'm scaredi admired and arbhored my flesh in pale light crawling through unkempt window panes.because sometimes i'm scared4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i would be lying if i said that almost every fractured mark didn't remind me of you. every
sickly scar, every cryptic contusion reminds me of your seraphic face; dark eyes and
eroded red lips, pale skin and serrated stubble that habitually rubbed me raw. but our
ceramic complexions had a tendency to flush, the only color to ever stain our pallid skin.
but really, there's a monster growing inside you and i. his name is loneliness. desolation
and alienation bloom in us like callow lillies, fresh to be picked for a funeral. we're made
of anchors clawing at the dirt, dragging eachother towards armageddon and you kick
my white dandelions into the abyss, before i can even make my wishes of drugs and
you, and drugs, and you; please don't leave me here with only these mirrors watching
drowninghe offered me his cigarette, try it?drowning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i hesitantly reached for it and put it to my lips. i remember my mother telling me that i should never try smoking, but i felt myself wanting to. it was probably partially because he did it.
i inhaled and felt a burning sensation in the back of my throat and in my lungs. i coughed a bit and scrunched up my face as the smoke came out.
he laughed and took it out of my hands.
i shook my head, gross, i coughed again
and he just grinned.
its one year later and here i am:
tall, thin and alone. my messy brown hair falls unevenly around my bony shoulders. im pale, but not the pretty kind of pale, the ugly kind of pale you get when you are sick.
but its okay, because i am sick
sick of hearing all the apologies that are being shoved down my throat.
im a chain-smoker because cigarettes are all i have to remember him by and i drunk-drive cars, secretly hoping that ill crash.
miragei.mirage5 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
i quit making wishes for you"charlie?"i quit making wishes for you4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"do you ever make wishes like a normal girl?"
"what do you mean?"
"i mean...do you ever fling your wishes to the stars, stop the clock on repeated numbers, pluck your eyelashes out with numb fingers...that sort of thing?"
"you think it's normal to be so obsessed with happy endings that scientists had to create an eyelash-growing formula for the world's love-struck teenage girls?"
"well...maybe. don't you?"
"no. i think the world forgot the point of making wishes years ago."
"oh. so what is the point?"
"it's knowing you're bound to be disappointed, because wishes go unheard and saying them out loud always causes problems. wishes are for the hopeless who need daily reminders of why they became hopeless in the first place."
"that's really depressing, you know that?"
"yes. and you want to know something?"
"i don't know...do i?"
"i stopped making wishes when i made kissing you a habit. your lips always taste
UnrequitedUnrequitedUnrequited7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I wish this poem were angel dust
To sprinkle in your eyes
And make you see the beauty
Beneath my sad disguise.
I would take you into my arms
And weave a magic spell
That I could whisper anytime
To make you love me as well.
But alas my simple words
Are like a simple rain
That drums on fields and hills and hearts
Then vanishes again.
Although our love is sure to bloom
You turn with fragile grace
To gaze in aching wistfulness
At someone else's face.
While I'm near mad with needing you
As trees must have the sun
I cannot help but find a love
That loves another one.