In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange
Story TimeLet me tell you a little story about a tall brunette boy with caring words, and strong arms, and a rock bottom brown eyed girl that was never quite sure.Story Time in Free Verse More Like This
He came from a troubled past, and yet had the million dollar heart, one no one would ever find anywhere else.
She came from a past where ignorance was the best way to survive, she wanted to soar, and a way she did, she soared right down to rock bottom.
It was everything and anything one could ever imagine sparks flying, people falling, hearts leaving. It was everything the rock bottom girl could ever hope for. Fairytales did exist when he was whispering her words of strength, wisdom and love. All too soon rock bottom girl was falling farther and farther for her tall brunette boy who always promised to have his arms out and ready for her to slip into.
Sweet words were whispered, angry words never existed until the end, but why jump forward, there's still more to tell. Rock bottom girl never was ready, always asking for a li
Love is a bucking bullI met love at too young of an ageLove is a bucking bull in Free Verse More Like This
My use to be perfect heart
was broken and cracked all around
I was in need of some serious repairment
you walked around the corner and you're no handy man
but you told me that you'd be my band aid
I noticed myself falling deeper and harder
I tried to pull away I didn't want to be ripped apart
but you're still here, as am I
and I'm feeling good about you and I
I should know better
than to try and fall in love a second time
but here I am staying until it's the only choice
I met love, when love is something I'd never understand
and I tried to embrace it like I could handle it
amateurs shouldn't get on a bucking bull and that's just what love is
cause I was thrown off and left broken on the ground
you came along, promising me you'd just put tape over me
told me I'd be as beautiful as before
but no one and take a fall like that, and just be alright
yet here I'm standing next to you
feeling as strong as ever and not walking away
Maybe I fell in love a little
Take off your disguiseIf you ask me I'd say you've done a pretty kick ass job,Take off your disguise in Free Verse More Like This
the Superman disguise you've put up is impressive,
but I'd like to see what you'd look like with your mask down.
I'd love to see the emotions flow freely, and know that not even you can avoid pain
because it seems like, nothing can take you down.
But I wish you'd take off that mask you've put up for us,
it's slowly destroying you inside, not even you can play as Superman.
Leave all of that silly non-sense up to Marvel, and take time off for yourself,
because you're spiralling down, and soon you're going to hit rock bottom,
sure people are swell, but darling you're one in a million.
So take you're mask off and hang up your cape,
cause I don't want my last image of you to be crumpled.
MonsterDear X___________,Monster in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you. I promised myself I wouldn't turn into a monster, but here I am, causing you agony, I know you've said you forgive me, but you should see the anguish in your eyes. I hate knowing you're in pain and it's all my fault. I wish I could bring the life back to you, but you seem utterly destroyed. It's all my fault you fake a smile. And, the reason you seem so miserable.
You told me you've forgiven and forgotten, but it seems every time I come around, you remember, and can't forget, and every ounce of pain crushes over you. I'm sorry darling, you certainly don't deserve such a cruel feeling. I've turned into quite the monster, and you seem to be the city I've chosen to destroy.
ShatteredI look at the mirror and ask myself, do I like who is staring back at me?Shattered in Free Verse More Like This
I see the reflection of a beaten, heart broken girl.
Whose tears are stained permanently to her cheeks.
Her eyes continuously avert mine until I force myself to look back.
That girl staring back can't be me, she has absolutely no life in her.
The anger boils in me, and you can see a flicker of fire in her eyes.
I clench my fists as tight as I can and throw my hardest punch.
The girl in front of me shatters, and the glass lands at my feet.
I look down at the shattered mirror, and all I see is that shattered girl staring back at me.
Maybe I'd BelieveMaybe I'd believe, maybe I'd believeMaybe I'd Believe in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps if you answered a pray or two, maybe I'd believe.
If you answered a little wish of mine maybe more of me would believe.
If you gave me an address on easy street, maybe I'd see
There truly is a place where the angels sing and play all day
And lay down to rest at night
Where nothing goes wrong cause everything is right
Maybe I'd believe, maybe I'd believe
Maybe I'd believe, if you listened to me crying at night.
Heard my screams of terror and pain.
Perhaps if you took away the stung of betrayal.
I could finally believe, I could finally believe in you.
You want me to put my fullest out into you.
To trust you and believe in you with all my greatest power.
But, how can I believe in someone who watches my pain.
Cause, you must know at night that I sit around in pain.
Crying, praying for this to end some time soon.
But, you ignore my pleas of help and turn the other way.
How can I believe in someone who turns their back when I'm dying?
You sit arou
fever-sleepi will not sleep tonight.fever-sleep in Free Verse More Like This
because when i do i dream of you
in technicolor nightmares that haunt my mind
and burn me from the inside like a fever
from hell from flames that tear open the frames
that burns through every mirror in this room
i've spent an eternity in.
it burns. to ask
you if you still love me
if you'd hold me close
in your arms. where
there's no pain or rain or decay.
will you be the one to save me from myself?
will you be the one to climb through windows to rescue me?
thank god for
tragedy travesty lovely psychothis girl is a tragedytragedy travesty lovely psycho in Free Verse More Like This
a black and white sketch
drawn by hands that couldn't remain still
she is from dust and the frost on the windowpane
from floral bedsheets and glistening tears in dim lamplights
from late night tv and the scent of wine permeating everything
from ash and smoke -
the charred remains of past lives
leaving soot on her face
she is from cigarette smoke swirls and adhd minds
from cells and quiet rooms
from medicated stupors and lies
from screaming that could silence a country miles away
she's from a continent they haven't found yet
into your face
life into your desolation
on rooftops snowdrifts blacktop
drifting through your doorway
searching for your heart
let her in.
unbreakable glassmy fingertips pressunbreakable glass in Free Verse More Like This
against the unbreakable glass
as i struggle to find meaning.
layers of pain revisited;
i can't shed those layers
no matter how hard i try.
a knock at the door
brings me back to reality;
but wait - i was in it the whole time.
'shannon, turn your music down please.'
i turn the volume down on my life
and all its descriptions; fragments
i couldn't have put any better myself.
[why should i have to
mute what i'm screaming
on the inside?]
my whole life -
gems and insects and
beauty all crushed into
shrapnel dust; like a
super-nova star explosion
in my face already scarred
by the truth.
[rip up the floorboards and
search for my heart; i buried
it a hundred years ago.]
in this place
and you won't
save me because
i'm simply not savable -
will shatter on the day
i get released from
j. h.i bet you taste like the dreams of the insanej. h. in Free Verse More Like This
all covered up in lies and manipulation
you hatehurt everyone around you
just to get to sleep at night
when we were young you stole my peace and quiet
like a diamond crushed on the surface
although i was still shimmering with glitter-tears
and you crossed the line further than you should have
into my little world
my fantasies were disrupted by your laughing face
the crowds in the hallways
the kids paying you to beat me up
you broke the silence i wanted to live in
i am stronger now than i have ever been
but i still think about you and how you almost took that
away from me,
bringing me to my death like a clock turned backwards,
beautiful chaoswe're losing it again.beautiful chaos in Short Stories More Like This
the ruin inside our heads is a virus, infecting everyone around us. we spill rainbow tears onto the pavement, painting pictures on it like chalk. skinning our knees and falling back into the leaves. can't anyone see how beautiful it is? no, because they are blind to it. their eyes are filled with crimson disgust, but they're failing to tear us down. they've torn down our house, our garden and our neighborhood. but not us.
birds with wind-up keys in their backs and amethyst eyes flutter around our sunburned faces. they seek refuge with us, for the trees are burning, a quiet sacrilege; flames against the painted sky. you kiss me and everything is all whirlwind and electricity and neon. you tell me you love me and i realize that's all i ever wanted.
think back to a time before any of this. when we were chaste and victims of nothing. can you even remember? do you open your eyes to your sad memories? because i can't.
we're embracing as the chalkdust tears spill and th
The Burning AsylumShe's a sinister, numb little starThe Burning Asylum in Free Verse More Like This
Fading out of a carbon monoxide sky
She puts her hand to bulletproof glass
Back turned to the damage she's done
(They're burning in their beds.)
She's a forgotten flower in a graveyard
Blown away by the smoke
Poison fills her lungs
Dark clouds fill her mind
There's nothing left to do
But burn to ash
She's a poem no one will ever read
Torn up and buried in the ground
Flames consume her like paper
Asylum wounds on fire
And in this moment she realizes
She's lost herself
misery inspiresi. sadness burns. the verymisery inspires in Free Verse More Like This
inside of me is on
fire with feral butterflies in
my body, their wings slashing
my organs and brain.
(most of all my brain)
ii. you -
watching me watch you
through the trees.
it's a dream.
i'm nude and ethereal -
vulnerable and exposed.
we fuck in the sunlight
and taste it on our salty skin.
i realize that everything that
happened between us was my fault,
and i'm sorry.
(so why can't we make it real again?)
iii. scars-memories-thoughts of death; they're
all entwining themselves around me.
my skin is loose and falling off
at the thought of everything
we could've been: rock stars on acid
in the night, tender lovers, unscathed hearts.
iloveyou and you don't
iv. feel my heart -
beneath my sorry bones. you, my
love, are not to blame.
the rest of the world is
v. i was never real anyway.
skinned kneesi look in the mirror and see a girl: sinfulskinned knees in Free Verse More Like This
on the surface and beneath.
she's bruised from the concrete. burns
dolls in her driveway and melts
their faces like ice cubes, dali's clocks.
when she opens her mouth to speak, you
can only hear the beating of
butterfly wings in her throat.
nightly she longs to be loved. to
fall asleep in arms besides her own.
she wants a fortress friend to
guide her thorough the streets at night, a
fairytale creature to bring her pain
to a stop with the slightest touch.
in the grotesque painted forest
sinister and numb under the trees
her screams mutilate the silence
the ocean sky polluted with carbon monoxide
the knowledge of being unloved
is it better to be all alone
than to risk getting hurt?
is it better to hide the bleeding
so no one will ever see?
these questions plague her mind
her heart a discarded valentine
as she falls through windows