Left All AloneWhen you think of someone being left behind, what do you think of? I think of a little girl alone in her room on a Friday night. I think of a boy just trying to fit in and being ditched by the people that acted as his friends. When you think of depression what do you think of? Do you think of that girl that everyone is afraid of because of the black clothes she wears? I think of the girl that everyone thinks is so put together but in truth is about to kill herself. She acts normal around everyone, but when she gets into the comfort of her own room, nothing stops her from making the little cuts on her rosy skin. Every night she prays for somebody to come and care for her but nobody ever does. Those who know, do nothing to stop her and nothing to find out why. At one point, she was cared for. She had everything. Now, she only appears to have everything. Nobody knows a thing about what goes on in her life and if she can help it, nobody ever will.
2. LoveLove.2. Love in Free Verse More Like This
Love was a thing I wasn't used to and a thing I never had.
Love was an unknown orbit of thought that only other people experienced.
Love was a desire that most humans achieved
I wasn't among them.
And just as I thought I had it. Finally! I had gained the insight on love!
It was ripped away from me, on a piece of paper in a storm.
Naked and alone, the rain pouring down making it unbearably painful, hair hung limp over my face, blocking my vision.
I had glimpsed love for half of a millisecond.
Now it was gone.
The feelings I had, washed away, leaving me clean and soulless.
It had started with sweet words, a smile or two, a wink.
It opened up portals I had never seen before.
It showed me life.
I had never thought love was so important to me until I sacrificed it.
I sacrificed myself.
There I stood.
In the waters of misery.
I loved for a millisecond, it lasted forever and never.
Cyanide SwingIt was a cyanide swing,Cyanide Swing in Free Verse More Like This
sticks and stones made to break bones,
and a spilling of guts meant for love.
A sweeter sin than sacrificing
for a love that didn't want to be loved;
hanging her by the neck before an audience.
Tremors from treasonous words
tickled her throat like a razor,
kissing away the pain with fresh agony.
Common sense cut herself,
bruises of a broken heart littering her neck;
she choked it down to be thrown up against the wall.
Failure found fresh purchase as
poison infected infested wounds;
it promised fate worse than death for the soul.
Don't mind the shadows
They're just stitching her shallow cuts
And confining her to the coffin of affection again.
He should be the corpse,
She could be the killer .
Or he could be the devil and she could be a sinner.
This is their cyanide swing
a backbreaking chorus of love
so insane that when their done she'll break.
The VanishingIf I were to open my eyesThe Vanishing in Free Verse More Like This
Would you still be there in the morning?
When I turn to glance at the clock
Will your form disappear into the past?
I feel like your vanishing before my eyes
Fading away into the shadows
And I can't reach out to save you,
I can't even see you anymore.
I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry.
Have I lost my sight or have you lost your substance?
You mean so much to me
But I can feel you slipping through my fingers like sand.
You are the first warmth I have found in a long time,
I want you to linger with me here
And I want to live the impossible dream
But you seem to be just that; a fantasy.
When I turn my back to work,
Will you become a shadow of a monster?
When I wake up early from a nightmare,
Will you be there to comfort me or are you part of the dream?
I don't want a handsome prince;
just a friend I can share my life with.
Can I trust you not to be
Just another of my dark memories?
Cracking TogetherThe cracks are starting slowly,Cracking Together in Free Verse More Like This
But they have been growing deeper
Like fissures of destructive fire
Searing away any hope of a normal life for a marionette.
The pain is growing stronger,
Digging away at flesh and bone,
Pulling already fragile pieces apart
Until there is nothing left to the doll.
Alice's madness is slowly returning,
And this Ace of Hearts is turning black.
Wonderland is falling apart petal by petal
But turning back means being eaten alive by the past.
The finish of the game will be worth it,
It must be the focus if anyone is to win here.
There isn't long now; its getting harder,
And that guarantees the end is near.
So as the wood splinters to pieces,
As the mind retreats within itself,
Remember that its almost over,
The impossible is possible together
if we don't crack together first.
What Shall I Be?It is a blank canvas,What Shall I Be? in Free Verse More Like This
Just waiting for the artist's hand.
It is an empty book,
Waiting for the author's inspiration.
Like a soft ball of clay,
My mind is waiting for shaping.
You can turn me into a doll,
Or I could become something almost real.
With a little bit of luck and work,
My body might metamorphasize;
I might become something better than before.
But for the moment,
It is as white as the fresh fallen snow,
Waiting for the master's hand.
What will you make me?
What shall I be?