12 Requests of a Dog1.My life lasts from 10 to 15 years.Every parting from you for me means suffering.Think about that before you adopt me.12 Requests of a Dog in Emotional More Like This
2.Love me for who I am because you're the on who chose me.I don't have that ability to choose my master,my best friend.
3.Give me time to realize what you want from me.Before you yell at me,question yourself.Maybe you're wrong or I can't understand what you want.
4.Love me,I live from your love.
5.Do not be mad at me and do not punish me.You have your job,your friends,your leisure and satisfactions. I ONLY HAVE YOU!
6.Talk to me!Even if it seems that I don't understand you,I still know what you think and how you feel.
7.Know that I never forget how I'm being treated.
8.Think before you kick me - I can easily bite you and brake your bones,but I never do that!
9.Do not take me as a toy when I'm young and cute,just to throw me away later.My love for you is eternal.
10.Take care of me when I get old,when I lose my teeth,when I get deaf,blind and when I stop moving.Someone
ScreamingThe screaming is too loud, today and tonight.Screaming in Free Verse More Like This
So I clasp my hands over my ears.
And shut it tight.
My eye’s eyes are shut. I don’t scream anymore.
Dry lips, from no longer screaming.
My mouth will remain shut.
Time no longer turning.
I am here for you little screaming girl.
Don’t open your mouth.
You’ll fall victim to the repetition.
The addiction of the screams.
Once I open my eyes
Fading to white, the world around me blurs.
Refusing to scream, just because of the
Others fall victim to the repetition, the addiction.
Sweet little boy, you screamed for so long.
Surely you must be tired.,
And your voice is so horse.
Just trying to make it by.
Screaming my last scream.
Too loud, my voice breaks.
Into little precious pieces
EyefulHis hateful eyes.Eyeful in Free Verse More Like This
Which killed my parents.
That which burned my arms.
With sinful marks.
His loving eyes.
Which killed my parents.
That kissed my arms.
With loving hearts.
This all happened, faster then I imagined.
Here I am staring at a murder, falling in love.
I'll kill for you, sweetie. Let's end the world together.
Won't it be fun?
Our killing spree?
Watch us world! As our murders show on tv, and run by your eyes!
WATCH US KILL!
Watch him die
I never could forgive such a disgusting man.
Watch me get locked up.
His dead eyes.
Which killed my parents.
That kissed and burned my arms.
With sinful and loving marks.
suicide noteIf you are thinking about suicide please don't - embrace the burning passion you are feeling, embrace the angry or the sadness , Don't let it be the reason you extinguish your candle, make it the reason it burns, Make it the reason you fight , make it the reason you live. Make yourself stronger person. Do good in the world, be it help others, travel, create. Remake. Take pride in your life. For you only get one. Live it to the fullest, don't let anyone get in your way. We all have scars, but they don't make us weak, they show us our strength. For scars are just reminders, they are not to remind that you of your moment of sadness, but to remind you that things heal and that you are still here...and that no matter what happens, things do get better and things do change...so take your angry, take that hate, take that passion, let if full you up inside. Let it set off your candle of life. Allow it to set ablaze and see what could happen...suicide note in Concrete Poetry More Like This
herosWhen I hear the word hero or heroine I think of special powers and to face the world with amazing abilities. That is the image you get from the cartoons they show on T.V on Saturday mornings. The heroes always win and always saves the day from some form evil. Although not every super hero has the same abilities or the same way about going though things Or the same understanding of the world. They all do good and that is the concept of a super hero. Doing good; be it saving the world from a huge Astrid that is pushing its way into the earths gravy field by the speed of light or saving a cat from a tree. It does some good , some how.heros in Academic Essays More Like This
Although sometimes the evil lurks with in the concept of what is right and what is wrong. The idea that what is wrong isn't always right .The concept of what is right and what is wrong has been drilled into our minds since birth. It's those who challenge what other say
Sweet DreamsDo you hear that?Sweet Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
Do you hear the fairies?
They're talking to us, their high little voices chattering away with their glowing gossamer wings fluttering next to our ears.
Can you feel them?
Their little fingers pressing into our cheeks, tangling in our hair. The little caresses they bring with a stroke of smooth palms.
They don't want me to leave them. They want me to stay with them forever.
And, my friend, as you read this, I'm struggling for air and trying to claw my way to the surface of the tortured sea of my mind.
See, the fairies are not true fairies. They're like demons, angels cast down in light of God's hate. Funny, how I word that. In light of God's hate.
Because isn't everything God does light and generous in our pious minds?
If God was so light, so good, so protective and loving to each and every one of his people, why would he let the fairy-demons haunt me? Let them touch the very center of my being, the secret places I don't let anyone see, not even myself because I'm afra
The Doll - MeA puppet.The Doll - Me in Free Verse More Like This
A broken-down, ratty plaything for naive children.
Is that all I am?
I guess so.
Glassy-eyed and stoic?
Yes, you could say that.
But a doll?
Dolls are perfect. Pristine. Gorgeous.
In a way, I am a doll. I don't have a life of my own.
But I'm most certainly not perfect.
Do dolls cry?
No. They don't have the poison called tears.
Do dolls see things?
No. Dolls don't see anything at all.
Do dolls have to fake a smile?
No. They have theirs painted on for them.
I have to paint on my own smile. Alone and independent.
Do dolls have to sacrifice their own blood to face everyone without sobbing?
No. Even I can't do that, because I still cry.
Really, I wish I didn't. I wish I could go into school one day without crying. Not humiliating myself, mortifying myself with staring eyes.
Because my so-called friends, they judge me. And I always have to get an A.
But I can't, not yet, because I'm not getting better. Not for a while.
Is my life really as much of nothi
Losing MeI find peace in loathingLosing Me in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I suffer pleasure from pain
I feel comfort in dark clothing
Whether judgment or acceptance is my bane
I have cried all my tears
Still in darkness I am bound
Wandering desperately through the years
The true identities never to be found
Lost is all
A blanked out, thrown out memory
From the abuses that do appall
Hope and love was my every
But now my life will soon dissolve
Into a screaming dark place with no resolve...
This LifeWhen all is doomed to failThis Life in Concrete Poetry More Like This
How do I prevail?
Do I make my plight
And have to fight
To suffer the burns and scars
And all that mar
Of what this life could be
FinalityHence forth, through yet another day's abuseFinality in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sharpened blade, of whom, weeping use
Stings the call of the unrepenter's eye
Distorted metal threatened, evokes a sigh
Wincing, contorting expressions perform
Before comfort, respite, and relief reform
A thirsty weapon crimson gore pursues
Satisfying such pain to gain thus reuse
Delved into flesh with unrelenting force
Cries and sighs yet no remorse
Wishing emptiness a feeling filled
Eternal unrest thus ne'er willed
Across again, and through swollen veins
Pure misery pierce, weeping sanguine rains
Without even a tear, nor feeling of fright
The resentful soul seeks the realms of night.
An ArtistIf you’re a performing artist then you’re a master of your emotions.An Artist in Free Verse More Like This
If you’re a visual artist then you’re a master of your creations.
If you’re a literary artist then you’re a master of words.
Cruel FriendI hate it when reality struck us with something so disturbingCruel Friend in Free Verse More Like This
Cruelty against our trusted friend
Suffering in every direction
Trust and bond is lost in the sea of fear
Maybe it's just the balance of nature
That something deep inside us is just too cruel
There are some people are just bad in nature
Yet we can't change the nature of life's beings
Still we stand and defend what is right
We trim down the bad characteristics
And stop them from being free to spread its bad nature
it's not perfect
it's half good and half bad
We can't change those facts
But we can prevent it
Justice and good hearted person
moments of goodbyeDo you remember the time I stole your diary?moments of goodbye in Short Stories More Like This
I remember the time I first found out about its context.
The love I never knew you have for my brother.
I was so jealous at first.
But as I read through each pages down to that last one.
I've realized I have done a lot of things you got tired off.
My brother was always there when we have a huge fight.
It happened time to time in every pages of the dairy.
The first few pages were great.
It showed affection in our first date.
I've read our first fight.
A misunderstanding that almost broke your heart.
But we coped up with the differences in our personalities.
Yet it was still the issue.
I therefore conclude that, I was the one.
The only one who broke your heart into tiny pieces!
And it was my brother who put it back each time I broke it again and again.
Now I see how you love him as much as I am.
Now I see how much you protected him from me.
Now I see how you would do anything for him.
It was my mistake.
My brother loves me so much that he said
Carry OnThey say, "Freedom always wins."Carry On in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But, they just stole my innocence.
So turn around, watch your back,
Look out for the skills you lack,
Because one of these days
You'll get past the haze,
Then you'll finally see,
That we aren't meant to be.
I want you to know,
That this pain isn't just for show,
And you're an amazing guy,
But I'm just too shy.
Plus I'm not right mentally,
So Please, just forget about me.
The time I spend with you is great,
But I'm starting to fall out of love and into hate.
Red blood pours out of my pale skin,
It lets me know I'll never win,
Because this blood is what I could never say,
This blood is just the liquid emotion that I feel everyday.
Bring back my colors because they're starting to fade,
And erase these memories because they're so overplayed
So if I kill my self tonight,
My last wish is to end this fight.
Forget the labels, I've left them behind
Just erase this day, and hit rewind.
Go back to when this was all a dream,
When you where my king and I was
wishi wish the birds would swoop downwish in Free Verse More Like This
and pick me up in their wings
to take me right to you
i wish i could hold your hand
through anything and everything
even the eye of a hurricane
i wish i could look into your eyes
look deep enough to see them sparkle
brighter than any star or diamond
i wish i could kiss you
taste those lips so sweet
better than any honey
i wish i could hear your heartbeat
listen to its rhythm like a steady drum
slowly and peacefully lulling me to sleep
but no matter how hard i wish
stars can't make it come true
so i'll settle for meeting you in my dreams
Perfectly ImperfectHow many times have we looked in the mirrorPerfectly Imperfect in Free Verse More Like This
Hating what looks back?
Pinching the fat we see
On our hips
Tempted to just smash it
So we would never have to look
At out degrading selves again
Sometimes we cry
Or we find other things to hate
Teeth not straight
Eye color we hate
Nose too big
Pimple here, pimple there
Self-confidence is so hard to find
When you're hit hard everyday
With advertisements saying
'This product will help you lose this many pounds!'
'Wash your impurities right away with this cleanser!'
'Fix your smile right up with invisible braces!'
'Buy this product to fix your body and imperfections!'
But the fact is no matter how big or small we may be
Or how crooked our teeth might be
Or how big our nose may be
Or any other imperfection
We are all beautiful
Exactly the way we are
Big, small, short, tall
Because we were molded to be
i promisei know i'm different. i know i mess up. i know i'm a bit of a fuck up. i know my opinions stand a bit stronger than others. i know i can be highly confusing.i promise in Emotional More Like This
but one thing i know for sure beyond anything else is that i love you.
you, my dear sweet emily, who means the world to me. i made promises to you that i plan to keep. you don't deserve anymore pain. you don't deserve to feel broken anymore. i want you. i need you.
you are my angel, my sunshine, my sweetness...all i want is you. i want to be able to repair your heart and erase your scars. i will be there for you as soon as i can be, i promise. i am proud to be yours and be in love with you. i hope someday soon i can hold you for real while we watch our childhood favorites giving each other popcorn and sneaking kisses. i want to meet all our friends and let them get to know me and hopefully like me. i want to hear you sing, to me and only me...we just need to keep being patient.
i just want you to know you are the best thing that's
for my angelyou are so beautiful to mefor my angel in Free Verse More Like This
from your heartstrings
to the words that spill out
raw and uncensored
i am so happy
you gave you heart to me
i'll treat it like glass
and keep you as safe as possible
we'll run this race of love together
and win it all in the end
holding onto each other
as we cross the finish line
soul to soul
hand in hand
heart to heart