Love Story Oh MyThere once was a lettuce who lived on its own, it lived in a bucket and sat on a pinecone, and thats what the lettuce did all day, until a grasshopper invited the lettuce to play. And the grasshopper made the lettuce blush, and then it developed into a crush, and then an odd thought occured to the lettuce, that it had a grasshopper fetish. And the grasshopper realized that it too, was in love the lettuce's striking hue. So then they got married and moved in to a bigger bucket balancing on a bigger pinecone, and the lettuce from then on was never aloneLove Story Oh My in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Tynan List1. he is funnyThe Tynan List in Letters More Like This
2. he accepts people the way they are
3. He cares for everyone (so it seems)
4. He is smart
5. laid back
6. always willing to listen
7. gives good hugs
8. likes to hang out and have fun
9. Wishes the best for people
10. always there for you
11. Not just smart, but intelligent and wise. He's clever and shy, and kind hearted. He's sensitive (or as I like to say, emotionally advanced) and has a way of making people chuckle. He's strong and brave, and never gives up. He thinks of others more than of himself. He listens and helps, and doesn't give up on anybody. He's logical and stubborn, and some may see these as faults, but I never will. He's as tricky as a fox, and as sweet as a mouse. He's modest, a little too much, and has such a damn cute smile. His eyes are gorgeous, and they say so much. He's tall but he doesn't look down on others, and he has so much sympathy for the latter as well. Tynan is adorable, so sweet, so nice, so smart. He speaks wonderfully and thinks ever
I Did It AgainI did it againI Did It Again in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I can't do anything
I imagined myself doing
So I go for a stroll
Down a big hill
Covering my eyes with my hands
And hoping nothing hits me
The deepness of your words
Isn't sweeping me away
I'm dipping my toe in the current
I'm sorry I'd rather stay
I've never known the truth of things
I thought I knew the truth of
I've never understood the silence
Peeking though your pauses
I just didn't have the words
I couldn't blow away the clouds
I just couldn't keep my thoughts
The voices are too loud
I wanted to grasp on to everything you said
And scream them back at you
So you could hear their rhythm
And you wouldn't feel so blue
I wanted to twist a tangled song
Into something pretty for you
But the words squeezed through my fingers
And ran to the bluer blue
I seek so desperately to find a cave
Filled with whispering jewels
And I'd laugh at the clever treasures
As they'd giggle at the shoelaces on my shoes
I don't make any sense
And if I did it would all be bland
Like a dul
CHLORINEChlorineCHLORINE in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Endless buckets of chlorine
Below the last droplet of chemicals laced with yesterday
Stuck like glue to glue
And bubbles of glue bubbles
Fishing in your empty throat for sugar and pennies
You're flat like the face of the ceiling
Flat enough so no breeze can find you
Easy for me to forget you
I won't forget you
Handfuls of tears
Your tears handing my hands tears
Hands and tears mingling in cacophonous repetitive conversation
I keep them in a jar on a shelf
Through a tunnel
Connecting to your heart
So I can have a beat to dance to
Endless buckets of chlorine
HelloEverything is screamingHello in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Screaming in your ears
Tearing your insides out
Watching the pools of blood form
Your blood of course
Of course your blood is draining
Of course I'm breathing
And we're all waiting
Waiting for what
The floors stained red
The windows veiled with droplets of ruby
The corpses dangling breathlessly from last years closet hangers
The little trinkets swaying through the spaces in your toes
Encircling your knees
Nibbling at your bright colorful eyes
Injecting a hue of serenity
I wish I could close my eyes
And let the anemones beneath me engulf me
Cover me whole
Thick enough so no blood can seep through
I want to hide
The dunes treasuring the squeaks of forgotten floorboards
The waves carrying the confused little creatures over my head
And under my bed
I beg them
Carry the blood away too
I love you
Isn't that what we're supposed to do
NumbersA few of my friends are depressedNumbers in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A lot of the few are suicidal
A few of them talk to me
Some of them hint to me
Sometimes I wake up feeling OK
And then I realize a couple may be dead
And I'm not OK
Until I know they're alive
When they're alive I don't know what to do
Should I pretend
Should I talk
Should I listen
Should I wait
Then they eat me up
I eat myself up
Something is eating me up
And I inject all of my wishes into them
I save a few for me
And now and then I give them away
Because I realize
My friends are more important
Than a few lousy wishes
A lot of my time is their time
Because everyone walks along time
That's a lot of time to spend
Without screwing up
And there are people I have admired
Some I idolize
A couple I adore
Most of them I love
There is someone I love
Or I think I love
I decided not to define every word I think
I talk to the ones I love
And even if I feel empty
Talking to them makes me think won't
So I won't feel empty
I'll walk farther
I'll talk slower
Coonfoxable and El Carrot A Raccoon and A FerretRead every word I wrote for youCoonfoxable and El Carrot A Raccoon and A Ferret in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Because you need to know I care
And read them again if you'd like
Maybe a life I could spare
What will I do when you're gone
While my other friends get high
Like every day they did before
And every day I became more shy
What will I do when I can't talk to you
And I'll talk to the bleachers instead
Or maybe the wall under the stairs
I wish them rather you was dead
How can I explain you
If there's no reason to explain
And now I know clearly
It's not worth the pain
So I'll describe you by memories
Those little things that fill me up
Those things that haunt and taunt and soothe me
And someday will corrupt
They'll hurt me and beat at my thoughts
Fueling me through tomorrow
If you leave without a word
For a long time I will see sorrow
So life is a box wrapped in delicate lace
The inside is filled with crap
And the stupid people like me
Will fall for it's simple trap
However you're too wise to go down that road
Too smart to take another step
And I'll be sad to
FineI had a knack for bouncing on beds,Fine in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And sleeping on the floors of our cars.
I had a knack for being the monster under your bed,
And the traffic jamming up the staircases.
I had a taste for toast,
And a mysterious love to toast to champagne.
Better yet the bagels were buttery
And left on the plate were heartbroken remnants of Parmesan.
The locks in my hair had no keys,
So I used safety scissors to saw them off.
I thought I was a boy.
I thought I was a girl.
I've honestly loved both,
Yet I happen to fall in love with total morons,
And someday maybe a moron would be satisfying,
My fuzzy socks have never been too fuzzy,
And the fireplace tends to burn my eyes,
Although I pretend the sparks are slaves trying to escape.
Slaves for who I ask,
And I realize we're hungry for warmth,
And I want you to wrap me up in your trench coat,
Or is that too creepy for my likes?
Anyway I'm sure I can follow the arrows.
The rusty long gone invisible sidewalk chalk arrows,
And find a
LateHey gorgeousLate in Concrete Poetry More Like This
What are you up to now
And may I tag along
If I let go and spin spin spin
Without falling down
Of course you'll trip on your shoelaces
And maybe I'll be just as clumsy
Because I'm dizzy dizzy dizzy
The sky is churning as I stare up
And the ground beneath me is tickling my spine
So I laugh and let the anomalies swallow me up
You smile and dump another atrocious handful of craze on my face
I welcome it, blinking slowly as the absurdity trickles down my neck
Reaching my fingertips
And I breathe
Your invisible hand tugs on mine
Suddenly I'm on my feet feet feet
Watching you dance dance dance
And I'm too shy to sing
You won't let me go without singing
And I'm almost tempted to stay forever
Stay forever please
And sneak up on me tomorrow
Maybe we'll die and maybe it won't be so bad
Because anything with you
Is like the last bite from a tasty waffle
Syrupy, buttery and a tad soggy
And you realize you rushed
And the bite is gone
Miss AlkonaNew Troll: Introduce YourselfMiss Alkona in Sketches More Like This
Your name is ALKONA HOLEEN. On this day, you are EIGHT SWEEPS OLD. It is a wonder you are still alive, due to the fact that you DRINK YOURSELF SICK most of the time. Your friend [RP] says you have a problem, but you say that you're A-OKAY! Your interests include VARIOUS ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES and TALKING TO STRANGERS ON TROLLIAN WHILE DRUNK. The latter interest is how you met [AM] and somewhat befriended her.
Your trollTag is sakeEnthusiast and "you type like this normally".
When you're drunk," yoOou taype Liek diIiss".
So, what will you do now?
Alkona: Examine Shelves
Ahh, your shelves full of the troll equivalent of "Sake". You love these shelves dearly, and should anyone try to steal the Sake you'd quickly fill them up with bullets from your gunKind specibus.
Alkona: Grab a bottle
You take a pre-opened bottle and up-end it, chugging the liquid down. You forgot how strong it is.
MAHO BISHONEN SUGOI PRETY GEORGE PART DOSMAHOU BISHONEN SUGOI PRETTY GEORGE was out in the park with his sidekick, NekoNayoh. They were looking for any signs of trouble, since a SUGOI ANONYMOUS SOURCE had told them something was about to happen.MAHO BISHONEN SUGOI PRETY GEORGE PART DOS in Short Stories More Like This
"Nya, I don't see anything, des," NekoNayoh said.
The KAWAII SUGOI NEKO looked around, his KAWAII DESU ears moving SUGOILY.
MAHOU BISHONEN SUGOI PRETTY GEORGE suddenly started GLOWING!!!!11
"MAHOU BISHONEN SUGOI PRETTY GEORGE!" NekoNayoh gasped DESU-LAIK, "What did you see?!?!?!1"
Behind a tree came the quiet 'kukukukuh~!' of EVOL laughter!
Then, she appeared.
FUNH HAD APPEARED!!1112423
With an aku smile on her face, she summoned a monster that EVERYONE was kowai of !!111
NekoNayoh let out a sugoi kya scream!!!!!!!
A WILD FUNH HAS APPEARED!
FUNH USED SUMMON!
A SUPER-TROLL WAS SUMMONED!
WHAT WILL MAHOU BISHONEN SUGOI PRETTY GEORGE DO?!!?
He crapped and then the troll was defeated. The end desu.
One WordOne wordOne Word in Free Verse More Like This
To lighten up a life
To make friendships true
To make you perpetually happy
To send it all crashing down
Subjects are difficult sometimes
But you know you're long gone
When one word of it
Sends you into despair
You try to stay strong
You can't hold on forever
Your mind is screaming
Making your ears ring like a bell
You hate feeling so down
But you have to go on
But then the word is there again
The next thing you know...
You're long gone
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Mystery Solved- 1(?)Your name is FUEGAN CANDEL, and right now you're a mess.Mystery Solved- 1(?) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You had to change the bandage on your side three times today, Violon has been crying his eyes out over you (even though you're fine), and you're still trying to recollect who exactly killed you.
Oh, and Liette's not answering her trollian.
All in all, your life as a ghost has been pretty crappy.
Maybe it'll get better soon.
Oh, Violon's contacting you AGAIN.
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dA Zombocalypse- Final DayThe group had been on the ice boat for days when Koi-Koi finally woke Grant up. Grant yawned and wiped dome drool from him mouth.dA Zombocalypse- Final Day in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Uhhh hey Koi-Koi. Is there something you want?" he asked. She pointed to a small ship in the difference and mouthed the words "Galbator's Ship". "Oh man!" Grant exclaimed
He ran below deck and woke the others that were still asleep. Ginger and Jalila got up with the others to see what was the matter. Chaa'yyk was meditating on top of their ship and climbed down to where the others were. When everyone was on deck, Koi-Koi repeated her gesture.
"We finally made it to Galbator's ship?" Maria yawned, "Good. I'm tired of keepin' this thing from meltin'."
Nearby, the military fleet was approaching Galbator's ship and fleet. The raiders and military began attacking each other.
"Now is the time we get on board. The two sides are too busy fighting," Chaa'yyk said. Everyone agreed and Maria and Dunya sped up the boat. The Jedi turned to everyone.
"You must not take o
dA Zombocalypse- Day 28The five have been searching the seas of dA South Pole without much success. They have been listening to the radio reports for some time now and the newest update came; two New OCs came to dA with two returning Sue hunters Aroara and Funi. Funi's OC was a mute that was addressed as Koi-Koi. Aroara's was a concept OC named Chaa'yyk.dA Zombocalypse- Day 28 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"In other news, a military fleet has been nearly destroyed by a Clone that calls himself Lord Galbator," the news-castor said, "Commander Baxter takes this as a challenge and is going to attack Galbator's fleet head on."
"And in other news, the two Sue huntresses are helping the civilians exterminate the remaining infected recolors as their two newest OCs will help find their friends."
"That's good news," Dunya said, "One, we know where Galbator went, and two, we're gonna get some help."
"And I finally know how to play the banjo!" Grant said, strumming his newly bought banjo.
Ginger rolled her eyes and Jalila laughed. Maria giggled.
"So that means that while
dA Zombocalypse- Day 6Bud woke up again in the middle of the night. He had been having nightmares again and it didn't help the fact that he was sick. He had been placed in a small room with cot and two windows. Casting its silvery light, the moon shone down through the only window that he could get glimpse of the outside. The clone sighed and wiped his face of sweat. He looked at the other window near the door, used by the doctors. Bud lay down again on his cot and thought about the previous day.dA Zombocalypse- Day 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He, Daryl and the others that were 'infected' were taken inside a van where the armed guards with face masks kept an eye on them. They have been taken to one of the very building Bud had seen people going into. The other survivors were relieved that they were being cured but, he and Daryl were still suspicious. Inside the building, in one of the rooms, the doctor had everyone to strip down of all their clothing. No one protested and once they had all articles of clothing off, they were power washed with hoses.
Request: Photos of a Strange TownMonday, June 27thRequest: Photos of a Strange Town in Short Stories More Like This
I walked out on the ice again today. I'm surprised that it can hold my weight! My friends were very brave to help me take pictures. They were afraid to get out on the ice, but I convinced them. I hope my dad gets back from the business trip soon; I want to show him the pictures!
Tuesday, June 28th
My friends and I found an old pie factory this afternoon. The pies were ginormous! I had walked on plenty, and my friends were worried I'd fall in. The crust was thin, yes, but my experience on the ice made sure I didn't even crack the crust. We had pies for lunch, and let me say, they were splendid!
Wednesday, June 29th
I was walking back home and found a large cube of Jello outside my house. I climbed on top of it and jumped right in! Anyone could tell how messy I was, but the feeling of it was fantastic! I dug my way out and brought the scraped-off Jello inside. We had a wondrous desert.
Thursday, June 30th
Dad came home today! I showed him the
dA Zombocalypse- Day 5Bump!dA Zombocalypse- Day 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Another pothole. This one finally woke up Maria.
"Aw, crap! How long have I been asleep?" she asked, rubbing her head.
"How about a few hours, everyone else is up," Ginger replied, "You want some coffee?"
"Nah, I'll be fine," Maria replied.
"Isn't it going to be great though?" Ginger said, "No more staying up later worrying whether a zombie is going to munch on your face or a late night attack."
"Yeah brah," Grant agreed, "We can eat and sleep in peace with no worries."
"You can say that again," Zack said, munching on a chicken-bone.
"Hakuna Matata, what wonderful phrase..." Grant started, singing with a smile on his equine face. Maria giggled, then looked out the window.
The sun was just rising, causing the sky to look blood red once again.
"Red Sky at Morning, Sailors Take Warning," she quoted, "There might be another storm today."
Their vehicle was out on the open road, nearing their destination. Bud had said mostly nothing else for the rest of the trip, taking small na
numbering the steps.I'd like to count the number of times you fucked me over, but I only have ten fingers and toes.numbering the steps. in Short Stories More Like This
I never mentioned this but I really should have.
Because it was so hard that you were blowing me off, especially after the third/fourth/fifth/fourteenth time.
Or in September, when your eyes could look everywhere but mine when I finally stopped telling you, because I knew you weren't listening.
Oh, and you killing yourself last April. There's that.
(Your note said: "Tell Scarlett I'm sorry." And oh God, Charlie, please believe me, I tried so hard to make it right, I did.)
Fourteen days, two hours, and fifty-nine minutes: how long it took for us to fall in love.
Overnight: how long it took for you to fall out of it.
You loved me like a bomb loves a crowd. Like the boys mothers warn their little girls about, except you had softer hands and nicer eyes, so I never thought you could take everything when you left.
You wouldn't have come to me in January if our par
april 18th, 2012.therapy:april 18th, 2012. in Emotional More Like This
"I'm not an artist. I'm just a kid with a keyboard."
“And, y'know, I’m probably not really sick.”
“I read a lot of books. I probably just act like this because I saw it somewhere on the Internet.”
“I just want to be more like my dad.”
“I’m really just a pathological crybaby who wants attention,” I tell you.
You say, “I think there are better ways to get attention than fake a mental disorder.”
“Maybe I’m doing it for fun.”
The problem isn’t that I need to see a therapist.
The problem is that I need to see a therapist because I dream about slamming your head into a tree.
Right after we broke up, you took me to the bike cage and promised me everything would be okay. Then you got together with that fifteen year old from Michigan and told our friends that I was a freak.
Slamming your head into a tree might be painful, but nothing will ever hurt more than kn
two-fifty an hour.let me save you the trouble:two-fifty an hour. in Free Verse More Like This
because what i'm trying to say is
i'm not a good person.
i don’t tell valerie about how i planned to rekindle
my friendship with charlie’s best friend last year
just so i could get to him and hurt him.
(i don’t tell her how, in the end, i ended up liking
his friend instead, and charlie dated another
fifteen year old
because shit happens and what was i doing,
expecting things to go my way?)
there are certain things she doesn’t need to know,
certain things i can’t say because
putting it into words what it was like waking up,
that sort of shame that came with it –
it was like – it was like looking into a window
and swearing there’s a monster behind it
before, slowly, i realized
it was a mirror.
what therapy promises me: love yourself, forgive but
never forget, tell us your past
then let it go.
what i learn in therapy: nobody has all the answers.
we certainly don’t.
short-term memory.and you'll never forget:short-term memory. in Emotional More Like This
When you realized that everybody dies alone.
When you didn't take your eyeliner off one night, so in the morning
your eyes would look as hollow as you felt.
When you spent a year blacking out the sad endings in your books.
(When you wished that life could also work like that.)
When you learnt that "We need a break" means "I am going to break your heart."
When you fell in love with the stars, and the way he says "us."
When he told you, "More than just a long time."
The first time you hung up to the sound of your father laughing.
When you walked home from a party in January, and couldn't remember
if you were still breathing.
When you begged him to let you be sad, and he smiled and said, "No."
When you saw the irony of drawing trees on paper – and how alive you've felt
after being sure you were dead.
dichotomy.i.dichotomy. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
there’s a monster inside of my head.
it moved in four years ago, but they say it’s always been there. my daddy has one. so does his mom.
they say that’s where i got it. dad says grammy’s monster made her beat him until he was seven. dad says his monster made him drink until he blacked out, for twenty years.
they all say, “don’t let it in.” they all say, “it’ll control you, because you are weak.”
(actually, they say “vulnerable.”)
they tell me its name, so i can paint it on my wrists, on my forehead, along the curves of my ears. keep out. no BIPOLAR DISORDER allowed. they say it notices loud things. capital letters, for one. or crying children. or hatred. or fear.
they do not tell me what it’s like to see it. they do not tell me what’s it like, to feel it burrowing under your skin.
when it came to me, i pleaded with it. i said, “please go away,” and it didn’t listen.
adults.i.adults. in Philosophical More Like This
The media doesn’t support a positive body image
because it’s not good for business.
They want us anxious and afraid
of seeing the numbers on a scale go up.
We’re not worth our weight in gold.
It’s what we don’t weigh
My first boyfriend, who panicked when I touched him
would say “I’m fat”
the way somebody says “I should have never been born.”
They want us spending our money
on designer jeans, instead of groceries,
on concealer and diet plans, instead of an education.
Please don’t starve yourself.
Believe me, I’ve tried
and your body will start to eat itself from the inside out and
if you let it
it’ll get to some valuable stuff.
they’ll only appreciate your body when it’s a corpse.
They won’t notice you
until there’s nothing to be noticed
they’ll mourn and wish for something
that is no longer
In the second grade, I learned that
a meaningful poem about nothing.this is a poem about how fixing peoplea meaningful poem about nothing. in Free Verse More Like This
is not romantic.
we’re not meant to be somebody’s answer,
we’re not meant to make someone feel alive again.
this is a poem about why you shouldn’t kiss him
because he’s broken
because you want to save him.
save yourself first.
kiss him because he holds a place in your heart, not
because he's the only thing making it pump.
kiss him because he’s in your life, not because
he is your life.
hold him, but don’t hold onto him because you believe
(get to dry land first.)
this is a poem about how i find poetry in everything.
breakups. my dad telling me i mattered.
nightmares. my neighbor’s insomnia.
how it drove him crazy.
how he swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills to fix it.
my neighbor’s funeral.
this is a poem about the split-apart theory.
the idea was that when humanity became arrogant
toward the gods, we were split in two
and were doomed to spend our live
things i want you to know.0.things i want you to know. in Free Verse More Like This
there is a picture in my living room
of my parents in their twenties, in sunhats,
there is a picture of my father holding me
when i was two years old.
there is a picture of my parents
on their wedding day.
there is a picture of me when i was
ten, eleven, twelve.
i’m seventeen now and
i won’t let my mother
take any of the pictures
i need to believe that, at one point,
this house was more than just
i was born on the second-to-last day
i weighed seven pounds, two ounces,
and it was ninety-nine degrees out.
four years before that, in 1992,
the officers who beat rodney king
within an inch of his life
five years before that, in 1991,
a cyclone in Bangladesh killed
138,000 people and made 10 million
ten years before that, in 1986,
a fire in a Los Angeles library
damaged more than 400,000
and on that day, april 29, 1996, i was born
and i’d like to pretend
that it was a go
red leaves and Robert Frost.When I was young, my virginity was sacred. Entire religions pray over it and my father bought a gun so long as it meant protecting it.red leaves and Robert Frost. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We throw away half of our refrigerator each week meanwhile, 24,000 people die of starvation every day.
Hardest part is, sometimes wasting things can't be helped.
At the bus stop, before I could drive, boys would ask for my phone number while I tugged up the neck of my shirt. Asked me how old I was while I crossed my legs under my skirt.
I told them I had a boyfriend even when it wasn't true, because they'll always respect another man more than my disinterest.
Hearing "I love you" for the first time is like getting hit by a train and only feeling the angel as they pull you up to Heaven.
People who are manic can jump off roofs or sell their house to buyers who don't exist.
For me, it was fucking six guys in four days and spending $150 in three.
That wasn't good enough, though, so instead of help all I got was a smiley-face sticker and long, quiet c
and then, you changed.For years, you used to ask me what you were to me.and then, you changed. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I would always say, "Nothing," until you finally understood that there was nothing you could do that could ever hurt me.
When we were children, there were no monsters under your bed. Just dead frogs and lizards from the pond on your doorstep.
You asked your sister, "Why do things die?"
"Because death is a part of life," she told you with a loving hand in your hair and a calming hug waiting for you later. But her eyes pinned me over your shoulder.
She never told you it was because Erik wouldn't stop killing them.
Flowers die, too. So I flattened them in your schoolbooks for you to find.
And you thought it was romantic. You showed them to your friends and told your sister you had a secret admirer.
I often wondered how you would've felt if you saw their ashes blow away with the wind, when I later burned them out on the deck.
It took you two years. You left a note in my locker junior year asking if I wanted to go out
Go AheadSomeone shoot me in the head.Go Ahead in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to feel this jealously.
Someone smother me, with a pillow from my bed.
I don't want to give in so generously.
Someone blind me in my eyes.
If I don't see I won't despise.
Someone poison me with cyanide.
I envy the beautiful sunrise.
Someone starve me in a room.
I don't want to feel this way.
Someone stab my heart of doom.
I want to runaway.
Because as I sit and pretend not to care.
That I am a support, always there.
A green malicious thing.
Clings and clings.
And Clings and Clings.
Over a stupid love story.
Over a silly, minor thing.
Because the green, clinging thing,
whispers painful thoughts in my ear.
This isn't me
It's jealous my Dear...
Too Much ThinkingI thought of everything too much.Too Much Thinking in Free Verse More Like This
I thought of university.
Of seeing my brother and cousin's grow into teens.
Of my friends and I going our separate ways.
Of results day.
I thought of wanting to start the summer now.
Scared that I was wasting time.
I thought to far and it's made me cry.
I can't think that far.
I have to live in the present.
I should be freaking out over the dentist tomorrow.
I should be excited and happy for going out with my friend tomorrow.
I'm sat here crying.
Because I'm scared of the future arriving too soon.
29th April.29th April.29th April. in Free Verse More Like This
It was a bad day for me. It was the climax of a lot of bad things.
I was depressed nearly all day at school.
Trapped in chemistry.
I was paranoid about my friends.
I was also very angry about my friends.
This was also when I was more frequently fasting and under-eating.
Then I came home.
And my phone get taken off me.
So what else would I do other than write everything down and get it off my chest.
I mentioned a lot.
Scratching thighs and stomach...
All of the above...
And guess who found it?
So now I'm going crazy.
Scared to death that they know more than I have ever wanted them to know.
Hoping they'll just forget about it.
I hate making them worry.
Also they know I swear now...
ScaredI'm scared.Scared in Free Verse More Like This
That's pretty much it.
I'm scared of being alone.
Well, I'm scared of not seeing my friends.
I begin to hate them.
Get angry at them.
I also get more paranoid and anxious when I'm out of school.
When I'm not with them.
I miss people so much.
I depend on my friends more than I should.
I know that.
But how can I not?
It's not talked about much.It's not talked about much.It's not talked about much. in Free Verse More Like This
Or if it is, it's a joke or something.
It's seen and misconcepted.
But more people than you think do it.
I found out two people who I knew did it.
Also having done it myself.
Even the reasons people do it aren't always correct.
Sometimes the reason gets lost with the person themselves as they get tangled up.
It's something I've always supported.
Somethimg I'm awefully hypocritical about...
How?I was saying I felt depressed.How? in Free Verse More Like This
I was using glass to stratch myself for a while.
I had suicidal thoughts.
I drew butterflies.
I felt alone and abandoned.
How did I not click that I had depression until August 2012...
How is it that... I told my friend, which is ment to being a good thing.
Lead on to cutting...
How did telling most of my friends...
Lead to a set date?
How did telling someone... seeking help...
change that set date by a month?
How did nearly 2 month of no cutting...
Just made me hate myself more?
Mood swingI have mood swings.Mood swing in Free Verse More Like This
No one can deny this now.
I think it was truly seen by my conversations.
A d I think the thing that broke it was that I broke down.
So I unleashed my feeling but was unable to contain...
So I threw stuff.
Threw some more stuff.
My brain was racing.
Had so much energy.
And so much anger.
So what do I do know?
EwMy skin.Ew in Free Verse More Like This
Blood vessels all red.
It makes it look like I've got a rash.
This skin contains things inside.
It stops my moods from soaking out.
I try to scratch through it.
Tear it and let a feeling be free.
But this skin is ugly.
Healed scars of purple and white.
Silly scratches that do nothing.
All I want is to see it marked.
Dirty and broken.
Dead and ill.
Because maybe if I looked as ill as I felt.
Maybe if I looked dead.
LostDark Room.Lost in Free Verse More Like This
I can't see.
But I try.
But I cry.
No I don't.
I don't want to admit it.
I can't and I'll regret it.
I'm all over the place.
But I'm heavy.
I'm full of emotion.
And I can't get it out.
And the ones that work I can't do.
I don't know what I need.
But I want you.
Insane LoveDon't.Insane Love in Free Verse More Like This
Hold my hand.
Let me cry in your arms.
Talk about love and the future.
Tease me to cheer me up.
Read over my shoulder the poem I'm writing.
Speak to me.
You'll learn to hate me...
You'll learn to ignore me...
All of those things.
Save me from myself.
I'd ask you to do it.
You're not real. You're caught in my mind.
A character. A fake identity of a person I want to want me.
Thats why don't.
Because reality breaks me when you leave.
Sometimes, when I'm sadSometimes, when I'm sadSometimes, when I'm sad in Free Verse More Like This
I remember that one time,
All I had to worry about was
If the bubbles I had blown, were about to
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that one time,
I began to worry about the day that
My childhood would simply
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that some day,
When I'm sitting with my husband
In the old old house... my days will simply
And that day,
The day when my heartbeat is
The day when my breath
Truly gets taken away.
That's the day
When my worries, my concerns, my fears...
One special personEveryone leaves you.One special person in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone gives up.
Everyone stops loving you, and stops believing in you, and stops caring about you.
Everyone will say something to hurt you.
Everyone will eventually agree with you when you say “I feel worthless”.
And everyone will eventually say something about you.
And everyone will hurt you intentionally.
Everyone leaves you.
And everyone gives up.
But one person, one special person
Will never leave you.
Will never give up on you.
Will never stop loving you, and never stop believing in you, and never stop caring about you.
Never say anything to hurt you.
Never let you say “I feel worthless”, because with them, you won’t.
Never say or listen to anything bad about you.
And never hurt you.
Never leave you.
Kiss Your Scars GoodbyeAs liquid regret drips down your face,Kiss Your Scars Goodbye in Free Verse More Like This
I ask you to kiss your scars goodnight,
Because one day, I promise they will fade into yesterday,
And be erased for the next tomorrow.
Your most frightening nightmares could transform
Into your most glorious daydream.
Remember to say goodbye to your tears,
Because once they leave,
It will be quite a while before they do return.
Darling, lift your sleeves,
And show the world that what was once hidden
Behind fear and lost emotions,
Is now exposed and ready to flee from your
I ask you to kiss your scars goodnight,
Because one day…
I promise, they will fade into yesterday…
And be erased into eternal tomorrows.
I Am SchizophreniaShh.I Am Schizophrenia in Free Verse More Like This
"Are you okay?"
Turn off the light.
"What are you doing?"
You can't fight the shadows.
They'll kill you if you tell.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your eyes.
Cover them again.
Lock the door.
Now you're trapped.
Lock it again.
Don't take the medication.
Don't drink the water.
Don't eat your dinner.
"I don't know you anymore. Who have you become?"
I am a nobody.
I am Schizophrenia.
I am death
"... I don't know."
Drink Till You're Dead, Little Girl...Drink till you’re dead, little girl,Drink Till You're Dead, Little Girl... in Free Verse More Like This
Slide blades across your flesh until the blood
Stops pouring out.
Swallow the pills that make you
Spit out the words that make them
Daddy said never play with fire,
But the burns on your skin…
Don’t they feel
Bathe in your blood,
And write with wounds along your
Carry a nightmare in your
Because, now, little girl
You aren't so little anymore.
Bury your butterfly wings
Create a grave for your
Swallow the pills that make you
Spit out the words that make them
And drink till you’re dead, little girl.
I wish...I wish I was a monsterI wish... in Free Verse More Like This
So I could be kind
And break the stereotypes.
I wish I was colored
So I could respect people
And break the stereotypes.
I wish I was a man
So I could be kind to women
And break the stereotypes.
I wish I had male friends
So we could all be..
And break the stereotypes.
I wish I had autism
So I could prove that autism,
Does NOT mean "dumb".
And I could break the stereotypes.
I wish I could change the world.
But sometimes, you can't break a stereotype.
Only stereotypes, can break you.
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
SchizophreniaSmile.Schizophrenia in Free Verse More Like This
"What are you doing?"
Trying to escape.
Look behind you.
Are they there?
You'll never understand it.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your ears.
They want you to die.
They're out for you.
Shut the door.
Lock it again.
"Are you okay?"
You'll never make it.
Fall to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you going through?"
"What's wrong with you?"
... "I don't know."
Daddy, Daddy.Daddy, daddy! Come play with me.Daddy, Daddy. in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be the princess filled with glee.
You'll be the king, you'll reign over the sea.
Daddy, daddy, come play with me!
Daddy, daddy! Let's play a game
I'll grow up and like magic, i'll change
Into somebody so odd and so strange
Daddy, Daddy. Let's play a game.
Dad, hey dad! Let's do something fun.
I'll pull the trigger of this heavy gun
After I've given you some time to run
Dad, hey dad, let's have some fun.
Dad, come on now, can't you see?
This knife in your back and this bullet in your knee
It's who I've become, who I've grown to be.
Daddy, come on...
Come play with me.
Before you kill yourself...Before you kill yourself,Before you kill yourself... in Free Verse More Like This
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay strong.
Don't let go.
I can't think on a computer-CHAPTER 22Chapter 22I can't think on a computer-CHAPTER 22 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Let's stop with the typos they're getting very obnoxious. I have a topic. Why do people seek happiness and peace? They're the easy way out. They're rewarding and relaxing and make you feel good. But what about the negative emotions? Do they not deserve any attention because there's no gratification? Pain. Pain is beautiful. Call me a masochist because I am one but it is. The Joker knew what I 'm talking about. Pain reveals character. Pain reveals stamina and willpower and resistance. And it builds people. Imagine living life without ever falling over and crying as a little kid. That made you stronger, stranger. What would exposure to more pain do? Or what about sadness? It sucks. But it's another way of thinking. Sadness can be honest which is more than happiness can do. It has it's pluses if you think about it hard. Anger, too. Anger humbles. Anger creates reality. In some cases, anger enables. In others, it disables. It can determine what type of person you are. As can sus
I can't think on a computer-CHAPTER 19Chapter 19I can't think on a computer-CHAPTER 19 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I've decided not to use that idea. I guess that means I haven't changed or learned anything. I did think about it for a while though. It didn't take long for me to realize how dumb it was. I hate that. When you have the perfect idea and get so excited only to be struck down a second later by that cruel force called logic. But it really was dumb. I'm sorry to let you down.
I can't think on a computer-CHAPTER 12Chapter TwelveI can't think on a computer-CHAPTER 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Resolution #3: When it rains, I'm gonna stick my tongue out until it's full of water, and when it snows, I'll make to perfect angel imprint, and when the wind blows, I'll let it spin me around and keep my eyes open, and when a leaf drops in front of me, I'll chase it down and hold it in my hands.
I can't think on a computer-CHAPTER 6Chapter SixI can't think on a computer-CHAPTER 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Resolution #2: I'm
Going to write
Because I can
So I will.
You don't need a
To be a poet
Although I may have one
I'm not telling
Than words on a page.
How much more
Is up to you.
I can't think on a computer-CHAPTER 20Chapter 20I can't think on a computer-CHAPTER 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Let's have a chat about editing.
"Editing?" says you.
"Yes, editing. Problem?" says I.
"Well, gee, anonymous writer. First you wrote a bunch of short, choppy sentences on ideas and now we're talking about editing? At this rate we'll get through the whole writing process in a couple of pages!" says you.
"No shut up. That's precisely the sort of conversation I'm steering away from." says I.
"Why don't you just edit those little comments out then?" says you.
"If you had just let me explain why I was talking about editing in the first place, you'd know." says I.
"So why?" says you.
"I want to convince you how pointless editing is." says I.
"WHAT? NO EDITING! But how can anything be refined and crisp and sane without that ever-important EDITING?" says you.
"First of all, only I am allowed to use caps. Second, let's think about this exchange we've been having. If I deleted those 'little comments' like you've suggested, the conversation wouldn't have personality or life. You'd calm
I can't think on a computer-CHAPTER 9Chapter NineI can't think on a computer-CHAPTER 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When I write
And read what I wrote,
And realize its good,
I feel all
Which isn't exactly
But isn't exactly
Because when you
It's a chance
Because you can
Take that hollow
Why I write poems.
But I write poems
What the reason
I should say
No matter what the
But I'm feeling
A suicide note.
See what I mean?
The Three Month AnniversaryOn my way home from Lexi's house, I ran into someone that I really didn't want to run into.The Three Month Anniversary in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey Ben." James says as I walk past him.
"So I hear you and Mackenzie are still dating."
He shrugs. "Oh I don't know. Considering that you go after the hot dumb girls, I'm surprised you're still with her."
The tips of my mouth droop down. "I'm not a jackass who plays with girls feelings like the way you do."
James acts hurt. "Ouch. That stung a little. And Mackenzie even knows that you went after the hot girls before."
"I never went after the stupid hot girls, and why would she even think that?"
"Oh, well, I thought she had a right to know that you might not be who you seem." James sneers.
"Dammit James. What the hell? You're just telling her crap!"
"Oh I'm sorry Ben, but I just don't want to see Mackenzie get hurt." He says sarcastically.
I grab him by the shirt. "I will never hurt Mackenzie. You understand? Now stop telling her and anyone else crap or I swear to Go
The Perfect GiftThe Perfect Gift in Short Stories More Like This
It's March 26. One day before me and Mackenzie's three month anniversary.
Honestly, I don't know why we need to celebrate three months of being together, but it's special to Mackenzie.
So here I am at the mall with Lexi, looking for a gift for Mackenzie. "What am I gonna get for her?!" I ask Lexi, obviously panicking. In fact, I'm about ready to start pulling my hair out.
"Ben! Calm down!" Lexi grabs me by the shoulders and holds me still. I look at her with wide eyes. "Now, this shouldn't be so hard! Just get Mackenzie some sort of jewelry or something!"
"I don't want to get her just some sort of jewelry. I want to get her something special. She's special."
Lexi lets go of me and smirks. "Jeez. I've never seen you fall this hard before."
I chuckle. "Yup. I'm in deep."
"Okay, so if she's so special, show her how special she is to you."
I'm siting on Lexi's couch, and if it wasn't obvious enough, I didn't find anything at the mall. "Crap." I stare at the ceiling and sigh. "What a
A Stuffed BearMe: HeyA Stuffed Bear in Short Stories More Like This
Me: whats up
Terra: Nothing much. u?
Me: Being bored. wanna hang out?
Terra: Sure. what u wanna do?
Me: ummm... idk
Me: O wait! There's a carnival in town. Wanna go?
Terra: Beats staying at home. Sure
"Oh my God look at the giant stuffed bear!" Terra squeals. I laugh. "I NEED to get it!" She groans.
I shrug. "Well, you don't need it."
"Shut up Darren."
I laugh again and she grins. "So how are you going to get your precious bear?"
"Uh, win it? Duh."
"You're gonna dunk that guy in the dunk tank. Really."
"Yes!" Terra answers.
I smirk. "This should be interesting."
Terra rolls her eyes and pays the guy for three baseballs. She throws the first one, and she throws it too high. She throws the second ball and misses again. Do I really need to say what happened with the third ball?
Terra grumbles in frustration. "Dammit."
"Aw it's okay. You can get another chance later. But I'm hungry, and I bet you are too." I say. "Let's get some food and then we'll come back."
In The Cold"Hey Jake! What are you still doing here?" I ask, sitting down on the bench next to Jake.In The Cold in Short Stories More Like This
Jake shrugs and pulls his hood up. "Just waiting for Madison. She has to do something after school. She won't be out until five and she's my ride."
"It's only thee-thirty. You're gonna freeze." I say.
"It's not that cold." He says. "Why? Is Lexi cold?" Jake asks ,mockingly.
"Well, you're wearing a hoodie! Of course you're warm!"
"Whatever. So, why are you here?"
"Don't wanna go home."
He laughs and leans back onto the bench. "Cool. That means I have someone to talk to."
"So... Are you and Alex doing the project where you guys are being Michael Jackson and Justin Beiber or whatever?"
Jake frowns and crosses his arms. "No. Alex doesn't want to do it."
"Aw! You were gonna video tape it for me!"
"Ha ha ha yeah. I know. Sorry."
"It's okay... So how's you and Erica?"
"Haven't talked to her that much. Hey I read some of your new daydreams."
"You did? What'd you think?"
Finding That SomeoneLexi's PovFinding That Someone in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh crap. Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap." Jake says panicking. "Come on Lexi! Have mercy!"
I smirk. "Sorry, but not in this life time!" I say, then kill Jake's character with my energy sword.
"Game over. Player 2 wins." The game, Halo 3, says.
"Whatever." Jake grumbles, then gets up. "Let's play volleyball on Kinect."
"I'm gonna wipe the floor with your ass."
"We'll see." He answers with a determined look on his face.
Ten minutes into the game and score is tied. The doorbell rings, but Jake ignores it.
Soon, it rings again.
"You gonna get that?" I ask.
"And let you win? No way." Jake scoffs.
The doorbell rings and Jake grunts. "Madison! Jason's here!"
I laugh. "How would you know that?"
"I don't." Jake answers. "I'm just saying it so Madison gets the door."
And just like he said, Madison comes rushing to the front door and swings it open. "It's not Jason!" She whines.
"Who is it?" Jake asks, not taking his eyes off the screen.
Someone walks in front of the Kinect se
Wish I Could Tell You How I FeelLexi's PovWish I Could Tell You How I Feel in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey Lexi. Hey Madison." Jake says as he sits down at the table.
"Hey." I say. "You gonna eat lunch or are you on a liquid diet?"
Jake looks at me, confused, but then he realizes he only has a bottle of Sprite in his hands. "I'm gonna go get some food..."
As I watch him go, Madison rolls her eyes and says, "I still don't understand why you like my brother."
And she did just that.
The next few minutes were silent until Jake came back.
"So, how's your guys' day been?"
I shrug. "Alright. Had a pop quiz, got into a verbal fight with Alyssa again."
"Ha." Madison snorts. "It was one word away from becoming physical."
As Lexi rambles on about Alyssa being a total bitch, I notice something. Jake hasn't taken his eyes off Lexi for one second. It's like he's hypnotized.
I take my phone out and text with the phone under the table so Lexi won't notice.
Feeling his phone vibrate, Jake finally tears his eyes away from Lexi and checks his text. He shoots me a puzzl
Gotta Love That NosinessLexi's PovGotta Love That Nosiness in Settings More Like This
I stare out the window, watching the cars pass as Ben quickly devours half of his burger. We're in a booth at Mel's Diner. I wait for Ben to swallow, then ask, "Do you think I should tell Jake I like him?"
Ben nodds encouragingly with a mouth full of fries. "Definitely!" He mumbles.
"What if he doesn't like me back though?! Then what do I do?!" I start to panic.
Ben swallows his food and clears his throat. "Don't worry, trust me! Everything will work out." He leans back into the booth and grins. "Hey Jake."
"Oh haha, very funny..." I say, thinking Ben is just messing with me.
"Hey Ben. Hey Lexi. What's so funny?" I choke on my french fry as I hear his voice; Jake sits next to me. "You okay?"
I cough a little bit, then answer. "I'm fine. Hi Jake..." My voice trails off, but strengthens as I ask, "No offense, but, why are you here?"
"Ben invited me." His words echo in my head. I shoot Ben a death glare, and he just smiles sheepishly, putting his hands up in defense. I roll my
Want A Kiss?"Hey Lexi."Want A Kiss? in Short Stories More Like This
"What are you eating?"
"Want a kiss?"
"The chocolate you moron."
"Want a kiss?"
"As in chocolate?"
Bottled Up Feelings"Hey Mackenzie!" I say as I walk up to her in the school hallway. Mackenzie turns to me with wide eyes. I smile at her. "You died your hair blonde? Wow, you look beautiful. Not that you didn't before."Bottled Up Feelings in Short Stories More Like This
Mackenzie stays silent and looks down at her feet. I narrow my eyes at her. Why is she being so quiet? "Mackenzie? Are you okay?" I ask her. She still doesn't respond. "Mackenzie?"
Her head suddenly flies up and her eyes meet mine. I see fire blazing in the big brown eyes that I love so much. "Ben! I don't want to talk about it!" She hisses at me.
Mackenzie turns to walk away but I put my hand on her shoulder, stopping her. "Wait! What's wrong? Why are you so angry?" I ask.
She turns her head to the side just a little so the corner of her eye looks back at me. I see her eyes soften a bit, and for a second, something else. But the fire soon returned to her eyes and Mackenzie shrugged off my hand. "I don't want to talk about it." She growled, then walked away.
I stayed where I was, in shoc
Last NightLast night I watched the fireworks. They were bright. They were beautiful. Shimmering lights of blue, red, green, gold, silver, and white decorated the night sky. So much smoke rose into the atmosphere, adding a much more spectacular effect.Last Night in Short Stories More Like This
As I watched the wonderful sight, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. Yes, the fireworks were a beautiful thing to see. But as they burst into the air, all I could think of was Jake. I wish he was here. I wish he wasn't up in Twain Harte. I wish he could wrap his arms around me. I wish I could see the fireworks light up his face so I could see his smile.
At the thought of him, a smile tugged at the corner of my lips. He might not have been able to be with me last night, but one day, I'll take him to see the fireworks, and I'll get to see that smile.
The Taste Of AutumnSweet smell of leaves beckon my nose to the simple tantric desiresThe Taste Of Autumn in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of a fresh Baggett and cup of hot steaming
And so salty, if only my tongue could run up your neck, then you'd stop teasing me
About my biting, how it doesn't hurt. It tickles as if to defeat its purpose
I don't blame you, for not knowing how it feels to have my mouth near your neck
You will tingle.
Ripple like the water when orange leaves descend and place themselves there.
I'm sorry you wont know how I taste.
breaks in the human brainIt is not that man's head cracks but what finally makes it break.breaks in the human brain in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It is that wish decides his morality.
This which teaches us compassion vs. cruelty.
Is if the blood of those we loved, or the dying eyes of those we killed, that will determine our humanity
i told youMy only shot at redemption swept up by kindness he decides its best to make an incisions on my heart rather then ripe it out,i told you in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
An act of kindness I will never see, I looked at you as my way out, but your way out was a fresh start that I cant be part of, and I guess it was too much for you to be a way out for someone else but I told you it would be this way
That held together by the jacket you handed me changed to kept in the straight jacket you held me in when I was crazy in love with you,
I told you id regret righting the love poems but your kind acts kept pulling the words right out of me, and as we stood beneath a bridge and you knocked the wind out of me it was as if all the smoke that we had inhaled came forward and I flew away like a balloon despite to get away.
Hey babe guess what, after you told me I couldn't have you I had them all, I took them up and captured them with my lips I said fuck you and shot gunned my way out, I closed my eyes and grabs the neck of a sexy girl and hi
DefaultBeing as young as I amDefault in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I take the default
The default answer
What ever it is
Effort is something people learn at a young age
And they worn you
Things are confusing as a teen
But they never
Worn you about he Jell-O
The Jell-O world
The world full of defaults
You are stuck in a dream world were you can't tell whets going on for sure
And everything is worthless
Like a dream
It won't affect you
And no one will be upset or anything
Because it's the default
You acted like that so they must be ok
It's the default
When it isn't real
And there are no choices
When you sit and stare for minuets on end
A minute to the mind
Is an hour to the hand?
And we just stare waiting
For a decision
For someone to say yes
And maybe that's why
I like those guys
The ones who offer were to go
And they decide when the first kiss is
And maybe that's why
Why I like being with people
Because I'm a default
And everything I do is a default and I have no
Just because I cant mak
When did people forget what wowhen you are self righteous in your suicide no one mattersWhen did people forget what wo in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When did people forget what words mean when you sound out each letter instead of just rambling them together?
Sense when dose a piece of paper out way the value of a sentence
As if your words can float away; meaningless
When did you forget that it takes only a word to break a heart?
You are just a kid who wants to be loved like he never was
Searching threw a spy glass for the next horizon of loss and disappointment
Cuss only if you leech the power out of everyone who cares you
When you rise from the ashes of a constant struggle; twisting figures trembling thrusting at the throats of the people closest to you; and only once you've chocked them are you safe.
And saddest part is when they do win is when they have ignored the pain you tried to inflict
When things that you wanted to matter was stripped of its value and left cold and hard for you to seep inside of, weeping for your abandoned self you lick at the edges for a taste of
MasculineSome believe by objectifying the masculine body we are being fair.Masculine in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This ends with more oppression And more empty bodies, containing miserable lonely pitiful selves
AnxiousAnxiousAnxious in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’m resting my hand on a cold golden door knob
The radical pounding of blood against my ears drums keeps me in rhythm with my fear
My thought swell up
My face turns red
Like most I am allergic to terror
As it comes creeping back to me, I am human, and have this amazing right to breath. I take one last gulp and plunge into myself opening the door.
The world is spinning with nerves anticipation reaching one foot in cautiously my toes settle on a string.
crossing the rope reaching out to touch guidance. Cold wire bellow my feet it is, my actions
I breath in my child hood waiting for her presents
That being that forced me through the bloody hell she suffered for a few hours
Will force me to now suffer for my life.
All I want is to drop to my knees
You cant miss what you never had the wisest men will say
But the suffering child condemned to fucked up parental dictionaries misspelling the words that make up the rules of this life.
dreamYou are in my dreamsdream in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But dreams are for people who sleep
Don't live for your dreams
Because when they come true
You wake up.
And iv already had you.
BeautifulLook at me, what would you call me? Cute pretty, some go so far as to say beautiful you think that because I fit the never ending bending and purging puzzle piece of the social Barbie doll more then you that I'm expected to be happy.Beautiful in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
With how I must move under this skin like if it fit me as snug as the one size fits all clothing 4 sized below bulimic with not cups but bowls. That hold together a fraction of the human organs we so generally donated in order to slip into the new sexy skins we strive for with such clumsy dieting and exorcize we forget we aren't the pinned up against a wall acting like we see ourselves as play boy bunnies and Victoria secret models, there is no model for us,
No way for you to decide I'm beautiful compared to you because I stretch my legs wishing they were long, I pull the skin from my shoulders over wishing it were clay so I could add it to my chest, I sit with my toes n the ground so my feet might squish together and be smaller,
Beauty is on the ins
baby pleaseBaby pleasebaby please in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tell me there is a way out
Tell me there is a flow
Tell me there is music
And tell me there are colors
I have grown so tired of looking for them
Looking in the black robes of judges
Going to tell a jury of peers that I found none
I grow so tiered of searching
For the rhythms that speak to me
And the lyrics that used to mean too much
Baby tell me smoothing good
Tell me there is someone out there
Who hasn't given up on their conviction?
A baby who will be borne to use what their dealt
And a person who will grow tired of searching
For all the music and colors
So I won't be so alone
Baby remind me of the ways out
Tell me the truth
And let me know when something is wrong
That's the only way to feel like the rest of the time
Life is good
The Color of HopeWhen I close my eyesThe Color of Hope in Free Verse More Like This
Hope is colored bright yellow
Like the midday sun
A Haiku On LifeThe cards we're givenA Haiku On Life in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Are the ones we've gotta use
So quit your whining
Will I?Will I tell you how I feel?Will I? in Free Verse More Like This
Or will I not.
Will I ask you out?
Or will I not.
Will I play with your hair?
Or will I not.
Will I touch your cheek?
Or will I not.
Will I hold your hand?
Or will I not.
Will I kiss your lips?
Or will I not.
Will I love you?
Or will I not.
Will you love me?
Or will you not.
No more questions.
No more guessing.
No more wondering.
I will tell you how I feel.
I will ask you out.
I will play with your hair
And touch your cheek.
I will hold your hand.
I will kiss you.
I will love you,
You will love me too…
SaviourMy blood shot eyes search the horizon for any sign of life. And yet, even before I look, I know nobody will be there. I thought that moving away would stop him, I left everything and everyone I cared about behind, even the boy I love, to get away from him and yet he is still is trying to get me. He found me again tonight and made sure that I was separated from the group I was traveling with before he made his move. I look behind me as I franticly run and see him just walking towards me. This is the thing that scares me the most. I turn the corner and spot a light coming from a nearby house and I make a break for it. As I reach the door he comes around the corner and smiles, I've lost precious time by trying to get help. Oh please don't let it be wasted. "Help!" I shout, he is almost within reach of me and I give up and continue running down the alleyway.Saviour in Free Verse More Like This
My feet pounded onto the pavement as I jumped down a small flight of stairs, ignoring the sharp jolt of pain that runs up my legs whe
HopeWhat is this feelingHope in Free Verse More Like This
inside my chest?
It feels so different
from all the rest.
I feel like a weight
has been lifted from me.
I feel like a bird
that has been set free.
Hope did this to me.
You showed me how powerful
words can be.
Your words have done
something to me.
Given me hope.
Hope of love,
hope of light.
Hope that, through the darkness,
my future is bright.
Hope that I can help
others feel it too.
You have given me strength
and for that, I thank you.
So this new feeling I have
it may be strange,
but it is strong enough
to make the worst person change.
DepressionDepression, it callsDepression in Free Verse More Like This
Dragging me into darkness
Never to see light
MadnessWhat is madness?Madness in Free Verse More Like This
Is it me?
Is it the one thing
That no one can see?
Madness is a laugh
Madness is a word
Madness it the voices in my head
That are loud, yet never heard
Madness is the torture
That goes on in my mind
It keeps me trapped in sadness
Looking for a peace I will never find
Madness is the darkness
That comes over my soul
I'm told one day it will lift
What a lie that has been told
Madness is the ghosts
I see at night
The pop up everywhere
And give me a fright
Madness is the changes
That I have to make
To try and keep my friends
My identity they will take
Madness is the memory
Of bad decisions that can't be undone
The looming feelings of regret
At the time, it seemed like fun
Madness is the constant want
To end it all
To just let go and leave
To jump then forever fall
Madness drove me here
To the end of my path
I prepare for my doom
As the voices start to laugh
Madness has killed me
It's the thing that pulled the trigger
As my lifeless body falls
The madness's score gets one bi
Broken WallsMy wall is fallingBroken Walls in Free Verse More Like This
The cracks are starting to show
You see my pain now?
I hate you...I HATE YOUI hate you... in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes are beautiful
Your hugs are warm and strong
You're a pest
You take my things
I feel safe in your arms
You push my buttons
You need a haircut
Your hair is wild and amazing
Your freckles are a big smosh
You never listen
But most of all,
I hate you because
I can't stop myself
From loving you
God, I hate you, so much
Just A GameWhen we were little we used to play ‘house’. I was the wife and you were my husband and we were the perfect couple. We got along, never fought and were never separable. We would play tag and 44 home and other games, but that one was always our favorite. We used to talk about what would happen when we grew up. You used to say that you would marry me for real when we were older; you even gave me a ring that we won from a prize machine. That was what I wanted to be when I got older, yours.Just A Game in Free Verse More Like This
Then we grew up.
We are older now and we play more grown up games like truth or dare. We never play ‘house’ anymore. Then one day we agreed to play it just one more time. We knew more about being a married couple now and we acted just like them. We made dinner, we held hands and we never fought. Then we kissed like we would when we were kids, only this time, it meant something to me. The kiss went on for a while and when it was time to go home I asked you out. You looked at me st