Drag The RazorRip out my heart and hope to die,Drag The Razor8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shoot a bullet though my eye.
Hearts are black, coffins are too,
If I had my way,
You'd be in one soon.
Ennie mennie minnie moe,
Drag the razor to and fro,
See the blood and watch it flow,
'Tis the life I've come to know.
Words of pain and words of hate,
Scribbled upon a bloodsoaked slate.
Rhymes explaining the ways i feel,
The paper speaks because my lips are sealed.
My mouth is dry, my mind is blank,
My eyes are glazed, as my heart sank.
In the deepest depths of the abyss it drowns,
Where the water is dark, and its pressure pounds,
Against my head with impatience and arrogance,
Screaming in the ear that used to hear such sweet insecurities.
Now make it all stop, just take it all away,
Or we'll suffer and bleed, untill our dying day.
That's all that's left.... all that's left to say...
Why Can't You Hear Me?Your heart is dead.Why Can't You Hear Me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No it's not.
You're lying in a coffin.
What are you talking about?
My tears fall on your face.
They're cold on my skin.
I sob and walk away.
Please don't go.
My heart is broken.
Why can't you hear me?
The coffin is closed.
Wait, I'm still among you!
They lower you into the ground.
I'm not dead!
I never see you again.
I love you.
to love a dead thingto love you is to holdto love a dead thing4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a wall of brick;
to love you is to breathe
in air too thick.
to love you is to board
a moving train;
to love you is to kiss
the spaces between the rain.
to love you is to owe
a debt you cannot pay;
to love you is to wear
a black dress on a Sunday.
to love you is to miss
what hasn't happened yet;
to love you is to want
more time, and then less.
to love you is to watch
dusk turn into dawn;
to love you is to love
what is already gone.
to love you is to hum
a song you cannot sing;
to love you is to love
a dead thing.
Sticks and StonesSticks and stonesSticks and Stones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can break my bones,
But words can break my heart.
The Emo SongThe Emo Song7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sorry guys, I changed the poem to a picture format and added that nasty watermark. I'm sick of people stealing it. I really don't know why you guys like this poem. It's really crappy and horribly written.
I don't care if you can't read it anymore, but I hope you still enjoy. c:
To Be a PunkRemove The Glitter from your FaceTo Be a Punk4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Replace it with a Smear of Dirt
Remember, it's not about Lace,
It's not about Hurt.
Self-Sufficient Survival In a Spined Shell
Necessary Denizens of a Self-Created, Wondrous Hell
Fire-Rust, Acid-Paint, Bleeding Beauty from the Hole-Punch Piercings
Metal, Flesh, Cloth, Scraped Knees and Brazen hearts.
It is not your Safety Pins, it is not your Skulls
It is not your Leather Glitzpunk Dolls
It's a Way.
It is an Awareness and a Bravery in its own Right.
It's not Glitz.
It's Embedded in Wit
The realization that Our Mortal Coil is a Malleable Thing
Push a needle through the skin, add another Ring.
It is not to be a Creature of Metal,
But to make your Body a mere Shell for a Soul
Painted, Inked, Needled, Clothed
To Reflect the Burning Awareness Within
And in This Way
A Single Person.
It is to Refrain from Becoming a Chalice,
Catching what the Cups of Leaders Overflow
Until skin softens and hair becomes
Snow white, inex
Love Love LoveLove Love Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you comfortably
Like a worn in mattress; Bodies imprinted majestically
I love you faithfully
Like a dog in a park; Following its owner hopelessly
I love you carefully
Like an ornament in bubble wrap; Sent especially
I love you endlessly
Like a star traveling the universe; Only more gracefully
I love you happily,
And hope you love me too.
p r o v e."Don't tell me you love me."p r o v e.3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It'sJamiesfuneralandhelovesitAnd the ocean swelled up,It'sJamiesfuneralandhelovesit5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tips of the wave became teeth and our precious beaches,
They became the flesh, consumed quickly, violently by the shark like beast.
Jamie ran to his house,
Our homes are fortresses and he felt no different towards his,
But nothing, nothing, can end the carnage of the beast,
Nothing, nothing can stop nature.
ear to your chestyour inner child is speaking and wantsear to your chest6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ice cream by the gallon. it is playing
made-up, off-key drumbeats on its stomach,
playing until its fingers are sore with
skin and dust, belly-button lint and
dreams. it does not want to be an astronaut,
a fireman, or a police officer: it wants to
be a food taster, a librarian, a
smoke-maker and a diamond-cutter. it
wants to bleed, beautifully, and it wants
to never feel pain for the rest
of its life.
(please. please, never let
it hurt, ache, wince. keep it safe,
toying with your h
The FloodWe flooded the house, to see if the walls could soak up disaster but they just held death closer. Men came and went with buckets but the water never ceased from our necks.The Flood5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you.
I guess I could only tell you that now, I truly love you more than I love myself;
I am sorry it took me so long to realise but at least we got there before the water invades our lungs.
WishingPeople come,Wishing6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Throw a penny,
In it goes.
Not a care
Where it went,
Believing that penny
Was well spent.
Wishing all their
Now that pennys
Down the drain.
Praying that your
Wish comes true,
And he will
Fall in love with you.
Spitting and ScreamingScreaming with the family treeSpitting and Screaming6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coughing up blood
Spitting "They aren't my family",
Spinning webs from breath to breath
Pinning and pining
Trapping those that have air left,
There's a fire in the library
All words are lost
And records of me are nowhere to be seen,
Found coughing next to the family tree
Burnt to a crisp smelling like embers f a l l i n g
Spitting; "They aren't my family".
How To Survive a Horror Movie1. If you're a blonde, dead-meat, blondes die instantly, so dye your hairHow To Survive a Horror Movie4 years ago in Horror More Like This
2. Never sleep with another person when a killer's on the loose,doing thiswill get you killed
3. Killers usually show up at parties so don't throw one or go to one
4. Don't be high, because you'll have no clue as to what's going on
5. Don't be drunk, you'll end up dead within two seconds
6. NEVER GO ANYWHERE ALONE, SEPERATING FROM THE GROUP WILL GET YOU KILLED VERY EASILY
7. Don't where high heels, you'll trip and that gets you killed faster
8. Do not go investigate any strange noises, its the killer and you're falling in his trap
9. If you're home alone and you KNOW something's in the house, get the hell outta of the house fast (this one has actually saved my life)
10. If the killer is near you do not scream no matter what
11. If you're a guy, don't hang out with the girls, they'll scream and the killer will get you faster
12. Do not try to be heroic, just run
13. Never go upstairs, unless zombies are outside
Dreamcatching GrookDreamcatching isDreamcatching Grook4 years ago in Other More Like This
a terrible sport
when you and the ball
are on opposite courts.
Craving KissesI can feel it you know, my deepest desire.Craving Kisses4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel your lips on mine, can still smell you in my mind.
I feel our hands intertwined, fingers lacing together.
I see your eyes, can imagine you standing next to me.
I long to hear words I've been waiting on for months,
Even just to hear your voice would be heaven.
And to be close to you would be bliss- no matter how long it lasted.
Silence is often loud- this silence between us is causing me to scream.
I long for you, I wish to see you.
I pray that soon I'll get to hear those fateful words.
I wonder if you too want all this, if I mean as much to you as you do to me.
But for now, I guess I'm stuck craving kisses . . .
AutumnYour courage is litAutumn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wildfired and spoken,
While others lay broken.
Your beauties unparallel
Uncomparable and fresh,
A face like an angel
And different to the rest.
Your voice is like a choir
Singing loud and true,
With your melancholy melodies
But your verse free of blues.
Your smile is the sun
Shining powerfully bright,
Cutting through my darkness
like butter with a hot knife.
I'd share the sunsets
And the weeping of trees,
I'd follow you through Autumn
Like the wind follows the leaves.
Love like NeverA pen in your handLove like Never6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A knife in my heart
A horrible ending
with a terrible start
We never made it that far
Lova had found us last
And tears reach my eyes
As i think of our past
Us two good friends
Confused in our love
So when we did end
Oh, i just can't think of the above
So go ahead and take your time
But darling, please don't take mine
Write down our story now
Write it with cuts on my wrists
And place your lips to mine
In our painful farewell kiss
Blossom HillShe was a girlBlossom Hill2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a birth mark
the size of her Grandfathers
and the colour of a toffee
It lay claim to her forehead
just above the left eyebrow
which she felt was a small blessing
as most days she could cover it
with a pre-meditated hair style,
but she still lived
with a monkey on her back
that one day
the wind may grasp its hand
around her fringe
and for the cruelest of jokes
sweep it away
for all to see the wreckage
but that day never came.
She was a daddy's girl,
she had never forgiven her mother
for what had happened
at the inopportune moment
when she was still in the womb,
that one brief moment
when baby bump kissed kitchen table
and a half empty glass thumped down
piercing mummies tummy
with blood red wine
and marking the child
with what she called
the ugliest of mistakes.
She was a daddy's girl
and on April the thirteenth
he paid for the grotesque evidence
to be done away, buried, gotten rid of
like a mob killed corpse,
a baby from
Nothing VenturedNothing Ventured, Nothing Gained...Nothing Ventured5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ventured far and gained nothing;
A chip on my shoulder,
An empty wallet
This well tuned attitude.
apples, dammitThe Big Secret to Learning How to Draw:apples, dammit5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
In the Beginning... You see an apple, and you draw an apple. You look at your drawing, and it's utter crap. It looks nothing like the real thing, and you wonder why. "Hey, a real apple is red and round. My drawing is red and round. Huh. What's wrong?"
You draw some more apples. Many times.
And finally, one day, you have a Eureka! moment. You realize, *d'oh!* a real apple isn't entirely round! It's wider at the top, narrower underneath. It's got funky little lumps at the bottom. It's got a dip like a crazy deep belly button at the very top. You draw another apple. The result is better, but it's still crap. Much nicer crap than before, but still.... Hmm.
You draw more apples. Repeat.
Another day of drawing, another Eureka! moment. Hello! The red isn't really red. This particular apple is slightly darker than true red. And it's got some tiny tan spots on it. And at the top, the red turns into a pale green color near the stem. You draw an apple once
summer poemyou used to say it wassummer poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the only time of year
that actually deserved to be called a
sweat on our faces shone like
sticky cellophane, and we
ran through sprinklers if
no one was looking.
with damp undershirts and
ice-clinking glasses and
asphalt smoking heat
and dust - you said
everyone's eyes were a little bit brighter,
like we were
borrowing something [life]
from the sun.
you walked around your little apartment, smiling
in thongs you changed twice a day, when you could -
about how funny
the AC chose right now to break,
and you'd look outside and smirk at
crossing the street just to walk in the shade.
and i'd spend all day just
waiting for a shower
i'd feel dirty again half an hour after taking.
then i'd lie there at night with the
windows wide open and
your hot body draped
and i'd wish i didn't
have to share that bed with you.
you'd snuggle closer and whisper
and i'd pretend i'd fallen asleep.
you..Your arms slip around meyou..6 years ago in Other More Like This
My cheeks warm up
You whisper in my ear
Of course, all the things I want to hear
My heart beats faster
Wanting to say something,
opening my mouth to do so
you put a finger up to my lips
"Shh" You say.
Unable to say anything back
Then you say you have to leave
You tell me goodbye
with a kiss on my cheek.
I now stand there alone.
with nothing to do.
So I settle with thinkning about you.