Even Good Girls Get Vertigo- 1.3I had come to the conclusion that poor Delilah was destined to be attached to me for the school year. When she received her schedule, we had all but three classes together. Seven periods a day with this new girlthe worst part was that her sister was in three of them with us.
Our clique compared schedules after we received them at the assembly. A majority of our group was in remedial classes. Emily was in several honors courses, believe it or not, and I had a mainly academic schedule. Disregarding that massive amount of classes I had with Delilah, I had pre-calculus and lunch with everyone. I had English with everyone but Emily. I had history with Farrah and Bethany. I had Latin with Eleanor.
I had pre-calculus, modern literature, chemistry, art, and journalism with Delilah, not to mention lunch and study period. It was like they were forcing her to follow me around like a puppy dog. It was insanity, to be perfectly honest.
"We're going to be seeing a lot of each other, aren't we?
fairy tales are like real life except no one dies.pretending is somethingfairy tales are like real life except no one dies. in Free Verse More Like This
you can only do for so long.
i am tired of pretending.
i wish the world knew
how sick i am of it already.
the days are long, quiet,
boiling sunshine scars
flesh like cigarette burns.
wind whistles like a
mockingbird that's finally
gotten his own song but
is too shy to sing it,
trees rustle and leaves
muffle in the cacophony
of the world's perpetually
profuse state of sad.
pencil tips snap, crack like
the bones of lost brethren,
scorned even through the
haven we used to call home.
the words etched fluidly
in my veins, ink spewed
blue before oxidation
has repercussions only
when there's affirmation.
i wish you knew how badly
this pretending makes me
feel, strangled by the
dull touch of lead in
the lungs of the breathless,
tears of the hopeless
stain mattresses of
an effervescent childhood.
we cannot hope any longer.
we can only pray that
the pretending will stop
and that you'll look
at the spattered pieces
of notebook sheets
ever so slightly littering
the ground y
it's going to be okay. it's all going to be okay.i don't know why it's beenit's going to be okay. it's all going to be okay. in Free Verse More Like This
so long since i've written a
poem but i have subject matter
to write about as of now.
i was sad. you were there.
you told me i was beautiful.
"we need you, i need you."
it's going to be okay.
"just breathe for me. i'm here.
you'll always be safe with me.
i'll always be here for you."
those words stings because those
were the exact same things she
always said and where is she now.
it's going to be okay.
you tried to assuage my tears,
placate me, pacify me, pretend
you love me more than anyone else
just in this moment, why do you
insist on being so nice to me.
"because i care more about you
than anyone else. i want you
to be in my life for a very long time."
what the hell is that supposed to mean.
it's going to be okay.
"love you." but then you called me
the wrong name, whoops, intended
for your girlfriend, not for me,
stupidly i thought you may have been
falling but apparently we've both
fallen too far to stop already.
don't hold my hand if you love her more.
constant longing, forever past.minutes turned intoconstant longing, forever past. in Free Verse More Like This
hours turned into
days turned into
weeks turned into
months without you.
i didn't think that
i could do it. really.
i thought it would
be over, disappeared.
i thought i would be
decimated, and i
started out that way.
but now i must heal
the wounds that i
faced every time i
saw yours, you're so
beautiful on the
outside but on the
inside, you're a
monster, never rest.
you look at me like
what we had never
existed, and quite
frankly, i'm okay
with just that. i'd
rather you view me
instead of hatred.
all this time has
gone by so quickly,
do you remember all
those good times that
we made together?
nostalgia eludes me,
because i don't.
i remember only the
bad things, the
fights, the shouting
matches, the days
you would force your
hand onto mine to
avoid my self-injury,
those days you nearly
cried, but never did.
i remember only when
we weren't, but
at the same time,
this is where we were.
this is who we were.
this is what we were.
a pencil lacking lead is just like an open wound.she doesn't understand the beautya pencil lacking lead is just like an open wound. in Free Verse More Like This
that she's capable of. she can figment
the most beautiful picture and not
even try, her mind is a blank canvas
and her thoughts are like the medium.
swish and splash the red paint, blue,
oxidize me with your catatonic breath,
subtle pencil marks like the veins
that pattern your milky, flawed flesh.
hide behind your eraser shavings, you
always doubt yourself too much, you're
incapable of making a mistake, now.
sweetness, caress this empty sheet of
paper with your carefully chosen
words and help me heal the insulting
that had been caused from all injury.
take your pen and etch indelible phrases
into your aphoristic lifestyle, you
live by age-old techniques but you've
got a modern soul, i want you to wrap
me in your mosaic smiles again. keep
the crying coming, tears are the perfect
base for watercolors. you might be
paranoid but i should inform you that
i am okay. just as long as your sketches
continue to swarm me, encase me with
their warmness and light,
if i had a different name.they wouldn't look at meif i had a different name. in Free Verse More Like This
any differently than if
my name were amory, that's
literally meaning "loved one"
and i'm not one to be loved.
even if i was more beautiful
than the most spacious of seas
my name is still not orabelle
or anything that pretty.
tell me that i'm practically
imperfect, i'm not as delicate
as a lorelei, i'm not tempting
enough, call me anything.
i'm not as fair as a finley or
as shimmering as a soleil, but
i can be as bleak as a bronwyn
and dark as delia as if you
address me as anything else.
let me be audrey, an orville,
ezekiel, let me be strong in
how often i'm called because
frankly, i'm diminutive, tiny
and small in comparison to
all of these names, am i
really quite as dear as you say?
if i were adaliah i could leave
myself parched, deprive me of
any identity i claim to have.
if i were talullah i could drown
myself in my own sorrows because
i'd never know the truth anyway.
even if i were seraphine, i'd still
burn away in this hell of a life,
fire cannot be foug
anonymous.i don't really knowanonymous. in Free Verse More Like This
how i got here.
it's all a blur
from the time i
was able to think
about who i
i never got why i'm
why i don't know
how to be
my exterior may
but i sure don't
i've been gone
for a really long time.
it's not me that
they see when they
that I pretend to
it's my vacated
carcass that is already
hollow and sad.
every trivial thought i
have echoes and
bounces off the
walls of my shell.
i'm just a poster child
for the underdog in all
of us losers.
i'm not a poser,
i'm just trying to get by
without getting hurt.
it's a novel idea
if you think real hard.
i guess i'm a cadaver.
i'm only a figment
i created this
sense of being tough
so people would give
me more respect.
but it backfired
a girl who begs
for someone to
to be honest,
my existence isn't
none of ours is.
we're just here
a reminiscent poem about nothing and everything.a breath can mean so much more.a reminiscent poem about nothing and everything. in Free Verse More Like This
a fear keeps me from catching it.
actually, it's more than fear.
an enigma possesses me like the strongest gale.
avid dreaming is destroyed by nightmares.
bound to be broken sooner or later.
breathe your lifeblood into me.
can you help me?
can't you help me?
cancerous thoughts spread like wildfire.
cold hands don't hold mine anymore.
cough up blood to keep from choking.
crying isn't optional--it's recreational.
dancing thoughts evade me like fairytales.
don't you want to call me?
don't you want to keep me?
don't you want to save me?
doubt is the only thing keeping you from answering.
each teardrop is a story.
even the bad ones.
even the good ones.
even the ones about you.
fly far away to avoid me, sure.
friends and fiends are closer than you think.
go back to how it used to be.
grow a bit of hope in your soul.
half of the memories are about you.
half of the memories are craving you.
how i miss you.
how i miss you holdi
something's gone but i'm too tired to look for it.fluidity.something's gone but i'm too tired to look for it. in Free Verse More Like This
that's all it is.
where some people
let their words be
smooth, i halt mine
with awkward breath
marks and unnecessary
punctuation. i lack
to be eloquent
and to be well read
are two completely
i am not pedantic.
i just like words
and use them even
if they don't fit.
because i don't have
i'm choppy, brittle,
snappy words like
bubble wrap, quick
and crunchy like
chopsticks on a
keyboard, i can't
use proper metaphors,
for that would
defeat the purpose
of my piece. why
would i change
i can easily lose
i don't care how
the words get out
just as long as
they spit out
mended.torn and shattered,mended. in Free Verse More Like This
bruised and battered,
sick as hell, not
dead, not well, you
let me live vicariously
through all your precious
misery, i wish you
let me live in you
after what i did to you.
i thought the reason
for your changing season
was unrequited, love
ignited deep within
a hatred strong, although
i loved you all along.
piece the pages
this stormy weather.
whether or not we
try to hide, this
feeling cannot be
denied, i've tried
so hard to disappear
but i want attention
when you're near.
i fear you'll hear
a sketchy phrase
in which awareness,
i will raise my hand
above and make notice
to the one i love
that i am better
all the while, and
they're the reason
i will smile.
i saw your face, your
eyes they glimmer with
the most iridescent
shimmer, thinner lips
and wider hips,
unshakable and breakable
blossomed in the dips.
when my tears fall like
shedding blood, they're
near as heavy as a
thud, but you, my doll,
wipe them away and wish
for me a better day
your eyes shouldn't make me choke on my heart.i never really likedyour eyes shouldn't make me choke on my heart. in Free Verse More Like This
making eye contact.
i was never fond of having
my soul bore into by
twenty-something pairs of orbs
in the audience.
but it's a lot different
when it's only one person.
i was always shy.
you even told me i was
timid, that i appeared
too quiet, i should be
more social, you said.
your eyes are so breathtaking.
they're nothing special,
just normal hazel eyes,
they're just expressive.
your eyes have so much emotion,
potential brewing inside, tears
never seem to be released
because your eyes are always
glassy and gleeful, i'm glad
that you're happy.
i used to light up
every time i locked glances
with those eyes, my heart
would nearly skip a beat
in excitement, but now?
now, every time i lock glances
with you, you look for all of
three seconds, then turn away
like i'm just that ugly,
do i look diseased to you?
am i that unimportant that you
feel like you have the
audacity to not even grant me
the common courtesy to smile
when i see you staring?
i know you
We Carry OnThe tears don't stop, but we keep on livingWe Carry On in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The scars are back, but keep on healing
Nothing will be the same
Are you crazy?
From this we are strong, if not stronger
This was special, never been around before
True, but that makes it all the more precious to hold on to
Don't let this ruin your heart
I don't know what to do know
Neither do I. Until I thought back on it
And a few things came to mind
I am not afraid to keep on living
The future is bulletproof
So long and goodnight
We carry on
China X Reader -FinalsYour POVChina X Reader -Finals in Romance More Like This
It was the last period of long anticipated Fraiday as you sat in your Advanced World History class. You were doodling when you should have been paying attention.
“Miss _____” your teacher barked, snapping you out of your doodle-filled wonderland.
“Since you are not making any attempt to listen to my lesson, you must already know the year in which Hong Kong gain sovereignty from Britain and was returned to China. So would you please be ever so kind as to enlighten the rest of the class.”
The teacher, along with the rest of your class stared at you waiting for an answer.
“Uh…1997?” you stammered.
“Well, you must be paying more attention than you and I both think.” Your teacher then continued lecturing.
Honestly, the only reason you knew that was because of your Chinese friend Yao. He really missed his homeland so you listened to him whenever he ranted about the culture and history of China. Actu
EnglnadxReader: Best Movie Night EverYou lay on the couch in your living room, foot propped up by three pillows, as you heard a knock at your front door. You haven’t been able to brush your hair or anything all day due to a lack of mobility, so you didn’t really want anyone to see you.EnglnadxReader: Best Movie Night Ever in Romance More Like This
However you knew exactly who was at the door and also that there was no stopping them from coming in anyway.
“It’s open!” you screamed from your current position.
All of a sudden, a teary-eyed Italian rushed up to you and hugged you tightly.
“Mama mia _____! I had no idea you were hurt this bad! I’m sorry.” Rambled the young man.
“ITALY! Get avay from _____ before you cause more damage!” shouted the tall German following Italy into your room.
“It’s okay Germany. He means no harm.” You say to your blonde friend as Italy continued to smother you in a hug.
“Werr, he didn’t mean any harm the first time, and now your reg is bro
What the Sick World Wants You to Believe?As we all know from countless storiesWhat the Sick World Wants You to Believe? in Free Verse More Like This
appearanc is decieving.
The subject has been discussed
time and time again.
But my opiniom is still worth it.
The nicest person isn't always the
epitome of grace and beauty.
Your shock at this point
Because know you wish
you hadn't spat at that person
when they were knocked down.
Evil isn't going to be
ugly and wretched every time.
Now your hatered for the villan
because of your own gullibility
and desire to fit.
It's for all of these reasons
that we must
see past the face
no matter what shape or color.
That we must
hear past the words
whether from a silver togue or a slow one.
Why we need to judge the actions
of that single human being.
Never by there upbringing
or there heritage
or anything else
this sick world
may want you to think.
AcheIt comes and goesAche in Free Verse More Like This
like an unwelcome houseguest,
leaving me with messes I don't need,
and it never shuts the door
to keep the cold out.
I tried shutting off the lights
and closing the blinds,
twisting the key in the padlock
and boarding the windows,
but as long as light can
seep through the cracks,
this shadow will follow
and dig its fingers into my shoulders.
I bruise easily, it knows,
and it revels in watching
me shift in discomfort
while it grips me.
Like a ghost,
it won't let go.
Burning HeartWe built a beautiful pyre,Burning Heart in Free Verse More Like This
and in my heart,
I'm holding your hand as it burns.
The sparks could become the stars,
jewels in Orion's belt.
I'd lace my fingers through yours
in a final act of faith
while we stare down the smoke
cradling the moon,
and each piece of kindling
that crumbles in on itself
leaves me a little less broken.
The light flickers,
so do the corners of your lips.
We needed this.
StuckYour empty gaze was the crack in the road,Stuck in Free Verse More Like This
staring past the pool colored
almost the same shade as last summer's paint job
meant to cover up the scratches
you left on the passenger door
when you were one tequila past sober.
I am a fly trapped in this spiderweb crack
that catches the blue-red urgency of
midnight sirens that you summoned without speaking.
They can't drown out the soundtrack
of our last sixteen seconds,
all caught in my head as if to prove
I don't want it there.
You looked up from letting your fingers linger
on the radio dial when your song came on,
laughing about how it reminded you of cotton candy
and your first boyfriend's cologne,
when your summer eyes caught the headlights,
like stained glass in full sun,
and all you could say was
You always talked about how
if you had three wishes you'd spend one on flying,
but I don't think this is what you meant.
I still have dreams about you telling me
the experience wasn't worth it.
I still reach for telephone to tell you
Blink and You'll Miss ItThe wind reminds me ofBlink and You'll Miss It in Free Verse More Like This
the empty space to my left,
which I swear you filled
only minutes ago.
But if I rested my hand
where you were sitting,
it would be just as cold as
the realization that you're gone.
HeavyWhen you let me goHeavy in Free Verse More Like This
by the side of the road,
please remember the string
that you tied to my soul.
I'm the balloon you inflated
just to let go;
the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Why'd you have to cut this
the thin wire trailing
from my heartbeat to yours?
Remember the science of
the desolate sky,
because the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Strung OutConsider me hanging on the line,Strung Out in Free Verse More Like This
a dress without a body waiting for the sun,
vibrant when she's not heavy, waterlogged.
As a child, I enjoyed making orange smiles,
while wondering why we didn't have
a clothesline stretching from tree to tree
like I'd seen on the television.
I admired the way skirts became birds,
picked up by the wind they adored,
while sheets grabbed the wind like a sail,
and the clouds were always made of cotton,
and the denim sat like lead.
Now every time I put myself out to dry,
the sky gets heavy and breaks on me.
I am halfway towards being ready,
and then the rain rips me down again.
Maybe that's why we bought a machine
to wring the water from our clothes,
because there was no risk of bad weather inside.
It's Not Coming BackAnd he was the voiceless, unforgiving wind.It's Not Coming Back in Free Verse More Like This
She screamed to his back while he forgot her name,
and each step he took into the sun
was met by the setting of hers.
It's a cold night where she stands,
and she coughs on the frost in her lungs,
choking on the memory of last night's air.
She mourns the death of yesterday
through nostalgic eyes,
and like a child, declares it's only sleeping.
SeparateYou are on the opposite sideSeparate in Free Verse More Like This
of this window.
Press your palm against the pane,
The heat of our fingers will
fog the glass,
and in this mist we create,
we will finally meet.
SleeplessBack pressed against the wall,Sleepless in Free Verse More Like This
I stare into three o'clock nothings.
Left with watered-down thoughts,
exhausted, mumbled musings,
I have little more to do than
mutter myself down from
whatever fight I'm losing against myself
as the stars grow all the dimmer.
What about sleepless exhaustion
destroys the barrier between
stream of consciousness and the
Papercuts and RecollectionsI had forgotten your love lettersPapercuts and Recollections in Free Verse More Like This
until they cut my finger when I
grazed the bottom of my drawer.
Folded crisp and neat,
some of the ink had smudged like
the crimson filling the whorls of my thumb.
I could hear your voice clearly,
saturated in the scrawling script.
You promised me forever,
now forever's gone.
Lost in that rush of reanimated feeling,
I could almost remember
the way your cheek felt resting
warm against my hair,
how you smelled like home.
The traces of you lingered like
the last hours of yesterday
before turning to the smell of dust
and the feel of paper too dry
to write on again.
Paper Bookmarks In My DietI've got paper bookmarks in my dietPaper Bookmarks In My Diet in Free Verse More Like This
I read intently
Nibble the corner
Rip off a bite
Chew, chew, chew
It's amazing how long it lasts
Almost longer than
It takes a good book
To get me started
But once I start;
I really can't stop
Nibble by meager nibble...
I only choose the very best.
Lined paper just will not do
And it takes usually a corner,
Or the oddly-shaped edges formed
From ripping a page from the rings,
Holding the untold stories of the notebook in place.
I love that musty old smell
When you flip the book pages
Past your nose
They briefly tickle me, delight me
The tiny fibers of material barely visible,
It releases an aroma into my nose
That no highly technologically advanced anything can compare to.
I flip the well-worn pages with a practiced ease,
Close my eyes
Because nothing makes me happier
Than a good old book smell
And paper bookmarks in my diet.
A Letter to the Band DirectorMr. Rush,A Letter to the Band Director in Letters More Like This
Every time I think back to public school, most of my memories are from band. I started the program in 4th grade just looking for something to do, and it took me three long years to realize how much music meant to me.
While some kids went through the same old motions in middle school band, I embraced it and finally found my niche - something I could really do. Music became more than a substitute for homeroom; it was a passion, a feeling, and you helped me learn that there is nothing on this earth comparable to playing in a band.
Band became a sanctuary where I could let the music shape my mood and let me forget my problems, even for a little while. I know every inch of that band room, and learned so much more there than simply how to play a clarinet. Right now, there's nothing I want more than to sit with that band, have you raise up your magic wand, and play Cedar Crest! That one will haunt me my whole life!
In short, band changed my life.
The GuitaristThe Guitarist in Free Verse More Like This
It is a fragile line,
Held suspended by the air
As if a snowdrop,
Curling gently in its descent,
Never capturing the attention
It rightly deserves
Like a careful little finely-tuned melody
To the trained ear
His fingers have been tormented
But he cannot simply stop.
The point of no return
Is a much more dangerous place
Than they let on
He plays because he must,
And in that string,
In that note,
There is his meaning of life.
Glisten like a snowdrop,
Glide like an albatross over the sea
Perhaps today it will make a difference.
They drop pennies in the hat at his feet.
Three Wishes - An Uncliche Spin On A Classic Tale"Three wishes, huh?" Stephanie mused. She found it quite preposterous, in her young, 22-year-old mind, to muse at all, as her firm, unyielding belief was that only old men and women could muse. Still, here she stood, paces from her now-calm horse in a wide field less than a mile from her family's farmhouse, musing, in fact, over what the genie had told her.Three Wishes - An Uncliche Spin On A Classic Tale in Short Stories More Like This
I know, I know. Quite silly, isn't it? Genies aren't real and Stephanie believed that herself, but all it took was a puff of breath to knock aside the light brown bangs hanging low over her eyes for her to clearly see that which was impossible.
She had found the old, rusted lamp buried half-in, half-out of the dirt in a creek that was slowly drying from the summer's scorching heat. Riding her horse over the shallow water, the sun had glinted at the perfect angle off of the lamp so as to catch her eager attention and allow her enough curiosity to turn around and go back for it. So Stephanie had gazed upon it with
DifficultIt has never been easyDifficult in Free Verse More Like This
talk a language I'll
I drown in black words,
they steal my weak pride,
take my poor beauty.
It has never been easy
To see your gazes,
to feel your disgust
burning through my flesh,
consuming my heart,
nagging at my very soul.
It has never been easy
To hear them curse you,
to sense your despair.
To know the darkness
that flows through your veins.
Feel the pure hatred
forcing you down on your knees.
No, it's never been easy,
but maybe, true hearts are forged
by what's difficult.
The Woman in WhitePitiful, my broken angelThe Woman in White in Free Verse More Like This
Pitiful, I'm sad to say
Pity is what you’re given
Pity is not enough to make you stay
Cross, death’s herald, if I could but paint you in morning mist
Schist-like mind, wandering in circles, never more adrift
Swift as a swift, stepping lightly, your dress pale as arum,
Alarum! Greedily you loved, loved at any cost
Lost your love yet loved your loss
Splendid IsolationWilliam the Silent never spoke in public.Splendid Isolation in Free Verse More Like This
But then he was a prince and needn’t bother
To talk to commoners like my brother
Who fought to found a republic.
But William the Silent told me a story
And not one about honour and glory.
‘I’ve clung to splendid isolation’, he told,
‘Without anyone’s company, o cold, so cold.
And my greatest fear is that when I grow old
I’ll be alone, all alone, among all this gold.’
I know his fear, how at his own heart he aimed
When ‘I am my own master’ he proudly proclaimed.
For I also have shunned the sun,
From every stranger I have run,
Lest they harm me as I’ve been harmed,
With fear and sorrow I’ve been armed.
And know this, sisters dear,
When anything in this world you fear,
Meet it at once, or be defeated forever,
And let a memory frighten you, never.
When you awake, trembling, crying, from your fright,
Don’t fear yourself, and you’ll make the night bright.
Romeo and RosalineRosaline is my nameRomeo and Rosaline in Free Verse More Like This
My lover, dead, by his own hand,
Died, in the name of love,
Because of his lover, dead.
Before you met Juliet, I was fairest of all.
Fall I did, from your heart, eyes and mind,
Blind as you were, blinded by her, I
Cry not for you, but for her. You swore
Your child-bride your eternal love, though
Owe, the day before, you’d been willing
Killing yourself for my vast beauty.
Duty or not, you left soon enough,
Rough, you turned, when it was clear, I wouldn't be your whore.
I was naught but a daydream to you who worshipped me,
See me you couldn’t, you saw what you wanted to see.
Be what you wanted me to be I couldn’t. You fled,
Wed a girl in gentler bed, a bed in which to die.
Romeo, in your shadow, Narcissus is a saint
Plaint: he harmed himself, but you bring death.
Breath of love, my innocent dove, weep,
Sleep, don’t dream of wicked Romeo.
It was not true love, Romeo, to take sudden flight,
As soon as another woman crossed your cursed sight.
Never Bow Down. (Failure In Denial)Your poisoned words are your weapon of choice,Never Bow Down. (Failure In Denial) in Free Verse More Like This
Paralyzing me with just the sound of your voice.
Whispering your lies and getting under my skin,
But I can see right through you 'cause you're so paper thin!
Are you really so heartless?
Behind your lies is there any truth?
Can you tell I don't want this!?
I will never bow down to you!
You say across my skin is where my short comings compile,
And that my scars remind you I'm a failure in denial!
No matter what you've always had the upper hand,
Holding me under for reasons none understand!
Are you really so heartless?
Behind your lies is there any truth?
Can you tell I don't want this!?
And that I'll never
Poets And Artists.I am self-destructive.Poets And Artists. in Free Verse More Like This
You are the affected.
I’m a thought that’s still in motion.
You’re an idea perfected.
I’m a sacrifice without you.
But with your life, I’m injected.
I’m a thousand puzzle pieces.
You’re the way to connect it.
Since You've Been GoneYou take my hand and you whisper to me,Since You've Been Gone in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Darling, I love you and I promise I'll never leave..."
I look to you and without missing a single beat,
I say, "You were my missing piece, now I'm finally complete."
An involuntary smile spreads out across your lips,
And I can't help but smile as I lean in to taste your kiss...
Then the frame stops and it's stuck on this same scene;
My nights have been so haunted with the recurrence of this dream.
I always hope that I'll wake up and this dream will become true,
But I'm so tired of only dreaming...
Darling, I miss you...
And since you've been gone I've been wasting away,
Just trying to find meaning in every day,
I know that I won't, but I try anyway,
I just hope you'll come back and I hope that you'll stay...
Since you've been gone I've been all on my own,
Trying so hard not to pick up the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
But since you've been gone that's all that I've known...
(Since you've bee
Perfection.When you look into the mirror, at your reflection...Perfection. in Free Verse More Like This
That is perfection.
Something More...You stole every one of my dreams and left me all on my own!Something More... in Free Verse More Like This
But you can't take all this pain 'cause it's all that I've ever known!
If only I could've noticed that you were changing long before!
Maybe it's just me but I thought we were something more!
I thought you'd be the one that would actually fucking care!
And even though you said you'd be, you're still not even there!
I've always felt like I was living without a purpose!
Thanks for being the one to help confirm that I'm worthless!
Losing you is the worst pain that I could endure!
Please show some kind of mercy 'cause I can't take it anymore!
How many more times can you pick me up to let me fall?!
Do you feel no regret, can you feel nothing at all?!
Before you walk away for good and mark me off your list!
Let me give your story my own sick little twist!
Tell me if you can see the scars I bear upon my wrist!
I know that you don't care but we were something more than this!
What is the point now?
(I thought that I knew what
On LoveLove not foreverOn Love in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Love for an eternity
Because it's longer
One More Mistake.With every word that I sayOne More Mistake. in Free Verse More Like This
With every smile I fake
Every moment I live
I'm making one more mistake...
All the tears that I've cried
Have fallen unnoticed
No matter how hard I try
Nobody will know this...
Every friend that I've made
Everything I create
With every door that I open
I'm making one more mistake...
I hate what I've done
And this person that I've become
I hate these scars on my wrist
Is there no ending to this...?
With every beat of my heart
With every breath that I take
Every day I wake up
Is just another mistake...
Just One KissI hate that there will always beJust One Kiss in Free Verse More Like This
A lingering regret
An ache set so deep inside me
I cannot forget
I turned away as my thoughts strayed
“What chances have I missed?”
I don’t want one more regret
To add among the list
I need to know what could’ve been
What could become of this
I’ll take my chances, no regrets
For just one kiss…
Between what I feel and I say
Is what I don’t understand
You say it’s better this way
This is not what I had planned
I watched as you just walked away
“What chances have I missed?”
I’ll add just one more regret
To the top of the list
I need to know if you can see
There was something more to this
I’ll take my chances, no regrets
For just one kiss…
To taste your kiss…
Just one kiss…
Where Is The Light?Where is the light that you promised to me?!Where Is The Light? in Free Verse More Like This
I thought it was clear that I needed you here!
I feel so alone, so lost and confused...
I'm stumbling blindly, don't know what to do!
Where is the light that stopped all of my tears?
I stay up all night 'cause I can't sleep with these fears...
Where are you now that I'm falling apart?!
You left nothing here but this hole in my heart!
Where is the light when I need it the most..?
Why did it leave and where did it go?
What did I do to lose all that I've known...?
How can I live when I've lost all my hope?!
Maybe it's me who has misunderstood!
If I could fix my mistakes then believe me I would!
You're the piece of my heart that will make me complete!
But I can't hold to your lies and deceit!
I may look alive but I'm dying inside!
Dealing with all of this pain that I hide!
I wish that you couldve had the decency...
To at least put me out of my misery!
Where is the light when I need it so badly..?
Why do I try to be
Library of LifeMemories are just a variety of useless sources,Library of Life in Free Verse More Like This
Sadness is just an old and boring book.
Love is a cheap magazine
With a photo of a beauty queen,
But its articles every day a bit destroy me…
I want to burn it all;
I want my library to fall!
I do not want to see the past,
I want to change my fate fast!
Her image must be smashed,
All knowledge about her must turn to ash,
And my heart will never again clash!
Alas, no matter how hard I try,
Even if everything is gone,
She is still there…
Doors To DestinyMy heart beats, but my mind is stronger,Doors To Destiny in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am now free; I am not her captive any longer.
With battle scars from days of despair,
When life to me was unfair,
I travel the realms that I once created,
Some still stand, some already faded.
Suddenly I find myself near a ticking clock,
By time doors to my destiny are locked.
Behind them I hear laughs and cries,
The path to the future is full lies.
Maybe my muse for me looking,
And once again my pen will write,
So I could again see the light!
Or an appointment with misery I am booking.
I am trapped in darkness, though I feel content,
Nothing in this life can me now bend!
I will go straight without any fear,
Though I know no one is near.
False AmbitionDo not open the doors you lockedFalse Ambition in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Never release the thoughts you blocked
Or love will claim your heart one last time.
Do not risk it, do not commit this crime!
You have the matches, lit a fire,
And be overwhelmed with useless desire,
You have a passport, cross the border,
But your life won’t be worth a quarter.
You are standing on the brink,
Your eyes are closed, you cannot blink,
If they ever see the light,
You will fall in a pit of endless night.
Alas, you unleashed an endless curse
You turned your life from bad to worse
Now suffer! It is your own decision.
Forever follow your false ambition.
One Year to LiveCancel your plans; spend your last dime,One Year to Live in Free Verse More Like This
You have been limited by time
Life against you committed a crime.
No matter what you have or will achieve,
Soon this World you will leave.
To the sky you will your soul give,
As you have only one year to live.
Forget everything, from your path turn,
As you will soon in hell burn.
So many things are left unsaid,
Life is unfair, why should you be dead?
There is no future, there is only demise,
Forever you will close your eyes,
But it won’t be a surprise.
You love her with all your heart, it is known,
You put her life higher than your own.
In the darkness she is like sunshine,
Her gaze for you is divine,
Even if you are in the end of the line.
Tell her about your feelings, don’t wait,
Empty your heart before it is too late,
Or for eternity yourself you will hate.
From the Grim Reaper you can’t be safe,
You will rest in peace in your grave!
No matter what was your aim,
It is the end of the game.
Stop your struggles in gaining re
Not The SameMy muse, pass me the pen,Not The Same in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It is time to write to her again.
She sealed a luck charm to my heart,
She is the spirit of my art:
About the future I do not worry,
For what I lost I am not sorry,
But you my former friend of heart,
I see, in my life you still have a part.
I tried to forget you: I did and I’m free,
You are not like before burning me.
With the fact that I lost I can cope,
But there is still time to cut the rope.
The World I lived in had finally ended,
A new one was born, from ash it ascended.
You brought it all down and I am grateful,
To you, my dear, I will stay fateful.
Alas, the feeling is not the same,
For this change only I am to blame,
Goodbye and hello my precious dame!
Identity CrisisMy writings are scattered all over the place,Identity Crisis in Concrete Poetry More Like This
They cannot regain their former grace.
What happened to me? Did I lose my belief?
I am I already an autumn leaf?
Where is my muse? I need to find her!
Without this girl I cannot be a poet or a writer.
Who will I become then? I do not know!
Maybe the death wind away will me blow!
Once more I experience the identity crisis,
No one knows when it disappears or rises,
I try to find a new path by following the old,
Am I in search of love and in search of gold.
What is my aim now, since she is no more?
Thoughts made my mind a field of war:
Like foreign bombs questions fall
And answers break my mind's wall!
A Poem Of MotivationA poem came to my mind,A Poem Of Motivation in Free Verse More Like This
But suddenly all words I forgot,
My muse, please be kind,
And show everyone what you got.
Now it is time to act, to change,
And to turn away from my past,
Some may find it strange,
But I am ready to live my dream at last.
To let it go though I am ready
And to move quiet and steady.
One day I know I will reach the top,
Nothing in this World will me stop.
I wait for a day that I so long treasured,
The scale of which I’ve never measured,
But I believe that it will come,
And to heaven I shall roam.
Awakening Of The MindSometimes I just doubt everything that’s said,Awakening Of The Mind in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Because of you I will soon lose my head.
No matter what was, what is and what will be,
The truth and lies I cannot see.
Someday approval or denial will come,
Someday maybe you I will overcome,
Understand that I am human, for heaven’s sake,
And a human can make a mistake!
Why I chose you, I do not recall,
I tried to amuse you, but that was my fall.
Tell me what is going on within your mind,
Tell me, release me. Please be so kind!
No chances are taken, no promises are broken,
But from a long dream I have finally awoken.
Now I see the true colors of love:
It is painted with my blood,
It flows stronger than any flood.
You will not recall me in a few years, oh no,
You will never remember, who I was, oh no,
You will, erase everything, every memory involving me,
And I do not know what in you I see!
You will just leave me lying dead on the ground,
You won’t to run to me to patch up my wound,
Fairy Tail: Hero Ep.1Episode One: A Strange RequestFairy Tail: Hero Ep.1 in Drama More Like This
Against any attempt she made to hold it back, Lucy felt a wide smile grace her lips. What brought it on, she wasn't sure. Given her present situation, it could have been several different factors. Maybe the rays of sunlight warming her skin? Or the faint sound of laughter in the distance? Or even the simple, peaceful feeling days like this always caused? After so long, she simply gave up trying to guess.
As long as she was smiling, why did the reason even matter?
"Miss Lucy, aren't you afraid you'll fall up there?"
In response to the softly asked question, Lucy opened her eyes and looked down at Wendy's always cheerful gaze. The small girl, try as she might, was unable to return her gaze. Then again, seeing as she was currently using the guilds roof as an impromptu tanning salon, it wasn't surprising that she couldn't be seen from the ground. Lucy's smile widened to match her friends. "I'll be fine," she answered. "Don't worry, I'll be down
Heart Shape PetalsThe broken flower travelsHeart Shape Petals in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
From the green abyss to the corners of my eyes
Sits there, waits the heart shape petals
Your angel suffers, a dying bird on my cheek
On my palms he drew the map
Don't follow me , he said, my heart is your light
When the sun comes up again, throw the ashes
Where the broken flower lives, as it lives no more
Where words dance, each in a different dress
Take my heart from the book of prayers
And let the river of sadness pours into my eyes
Thank you for your love, my last miracles
Thank you for your love, where God's secret lies
AttachedI grew roots for my heartAttached in Free Verse More Like This
in every twisted chamber
Hitting the ground, deep down layers of earth
There, sleeps every vein I have
What a Woman WantsEvery single voice inside me is calling youWhat a Woman Wants in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every drop of blood, and every tear is asking for you
Every hill,and every twisted road on this body is begging you
Come to me, love me like love should be
Now it is all yours, taste it, smell it, just take it all
Nothing is usual my love, nothing you have seen before
This is us, what we have is nothing you knew before
Sail to my shores, I will wait for your ships
Get closer, ride me with your horses, with your swords
I need your deep voice and your cold blade on my hips
Come and kiss me softly, then kiss me hard
Touch me like a broken petal, then touch me hard
Hold me,feel every bone in me, never let go of me,
Suffocate me and take the life out of me
Let your hands find their way through me
Let them burn me, let them find me over and over again
Let the soft tip rub every cell I have, every spot that hurts
Give me more when I beg your mercy,
Take it all when I say I can bare no more
Don't you dare stop when I no longer breathe
Fields of Golden WheatMy fingers travel through your hair, fields of golden wheatFields of Golden Wheat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your lips have the taste of an ancient salty ocean
My childhood dreams of blue birds and their heartbeat
The delicate fragrance coming from eastern lands
The softness of a delighted soul and your sunlight
The black wings of a sad night and my heart in your hands
I listen to you, the language of birds, the mystery tone remains
I hide you, inside my eyelids, between the layers of my heart
Where you choose to live; mixed with every color in my veins
I am a PoetYou ask me who I am , where did I come fromI am a Poet in Free Verse More Like This
I say: I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words
My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation
I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret
I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill
I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world
The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers
The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow
I create my words from the tissue of my veins
I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids
I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines
My words move slowly between your palms, climb to your soul
To hug that poet, who sleeps between the chambers of your heart
When the world is mud, thorns and empty substance
I create my own, where the ground is basil and the walls are none
Where the world makes senseI let my head on this pillow, everytime I sinkWhere the world makes sense in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where all the heavy thoughts rest and the heart sings
Between the world's pain and my agony, there is a place
I close the eyes, I breathe, I rise and I'm there again
I am the same child again,chasing the summer breeze
Carrying all the colorful dreams on my shoulders
With eyes as big as the waves, and a heart where birds nest
There, where every butterfly takes colors from my palms
And the thirsty deers come drink from my spring
There where the world made sense
I am there, and the restless mind is home for peace
When you told me joy had features and a face, my face
I touch the sandy beach , and one heart is never enough
I eat from every daisy in the white field, I drink the morning dew
I cover my cold skin with sunlight and sunflowers petals
Every now and then, I let my head sink, I let the world sink
I go back where I can hug the sky and walk on foamy clouds
Where I can be a little bird, that small daisy in a white field
A Letter to my FatherFather,A Letter to my Father in Letters More Like This
Today, It has been nine months and nineteen days since I left. Three thousand kilometers of distance. This is the longest period of time that we have been apart. I miss you, I remember you all the time. Suddenly, I remember things I did not think about before, suddenly they all keep jumping in my face, so many memories, some warm, some cold, some tough, and some just beautiful.
Do you know that I can remember the days you were teaching me the Arabic alphabet and the French Alphabet. Whenever we have a guest, I run to them and start shouting " A,B,C,D,E,F......." They smile and ask me who thaught you all this, I run to you, I hug you and I say " Dad taught me".
You took me to the beach, you taught me how to love it, this is why now the beach is where I find my soul, where my heart feels at home, where I feel a very strong sense of belonging I dont quite understand. We went to
Come to me again..When you are asleepCome to me again.. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Wandering In your own worlds
I sit on my rocking chair
I would watch you from far
Is that really you over there
Would you tell me who you are
Are you that blue bird
Who warbles sadly In my heart
Are you that picture that wanes in my mind
Or you are just another thorn in my side
Tell me who you are
Leave your land and come to me
With all your heavy thoughts
With all your endless doubts
Come to me like you never did before
Give me silence as you lay on my shore
Tell me you are the same
Tell me all your secrets,why you came
But I remain distant, but then I can't
Your drift is unmatched
I can't help but to get close
I watch you getting from dream to dream
I wish to invade your mind
To see if I really live inside
I would let my fingers touch your hair
And let my eyelashes count every cell you have
You wouldn't even know I was there
You wouldn't feel my breath and my care
And when you wake up, come to me again
Take it all, this heart to hack or this soul to rack
On the edges of your lipsMy soul flickers back and forth in your presenceOn the edges of your lips in Free Verse More Like This
As I drag myself on the floor slowly, barely
I surrender to the voices promising your love
And the dream of tomorrow bringing me your scent
You do not see me nor my fading shadow
I am right here, down here, take one look at me
I lay my wings over your shoulders, I take the rain for you
I kiss the flock of birds that flew over you
I swallow every thorn in your way, I turn your path blue
I hug every glimpse of fear in your eyes
I live on the edges of your lips, I steal every word you speak
I sleep between your ribs, I sing along with your heartbeat
I built my shrine between your palms, there, I pray for your love
And yet, you do not see me nor my fading shadow
Your grip on my heart drying up every drop of life
But I will not leave, if you tear me apart, I will love you
If you burn my dreams, cut my veins , I will love you
If you put out my candle, my golden sky, I will love you
If you rip your seed out o
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love in Free Verse More Like This
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore