Invisibletake a deep breathe and count to ten .Invisible in Scraps More Like This
what just happened ... will never happen again .
your hands start to tremble; the sink is cold .
you tell yourself you are strong; you are bold .
don't look in the mirror and stare .
this isn't right ... this isn't fair .
don't think about it too much, or you'll go insane .
tears and blood make their way down the drain .
what just happened ... to me ?
why do you feel so gross and dirty ?
feeling so worthless and wasted .
so unloved , abandoned, and tasted .
having given them everything, every part .
why did they turn, and break your heart ?
shattering every piece, leave you broken .
every sense of joy and pride ... forgotten .
you thought you could trust them .
instead they left their black and blue emblem .
so take a deep breath and count to ten .
what just happened ... will never happen again .
you're safe now; stay with me
you're safe now ... stay with me
suck up your tears, and act your age .
you're not some animal, in some cage .
hold it in,
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That's what you hear ,
when you press your face to my chest .
That's what you feel ,
when you hold me close .
That's what you see ,
when you look in my eyes .
That's what you notice ,
when you find me all alone .
I am simply ...
#64 Dangerous TerritoryThe clear of mind will not challenge,#64 Dangerous Territory in Free Verse More Like This
The will of the wolf pack.
Sharp eyes watch your every step,
Ears move to pick up each breath.
Outsiders are enemies,
And enemies are just another kill.
We move as one,
A deadly shadow.
Soundless and invisible.
We hunt without gaining attention.
But we aren't just mindless murder machines.
We are family.
We are safety.
We are hope.
But we are dangerous.
The alpha calls the shots,
The pack moves to obey.
Outsiders are not accepted.
You are part of the pack,
Or you are prey.
You want to be part of the pack.
To question the pack,
Puts anyone in dangerous territory.
The Boy's Response."I'm sorry I make you write poetry.The Boy's Response. in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to tell you,
But I never could."
And the poet is almost snared again,
By the boys who speaks novocaine words.
Sad sorry eyes,
And promises to be whatever I wish.
No will of his own,
But yet so willful.
And he worries me.
With his wanting,
And what i don't know.
But he known me,
And what's the harm,
When you just keep an icy mind?
The boy who breaths these words I think,
Will simply be my friend.
#68 Bitter SilenceTrapped in the infinity,#68 Bitter Silence in Free Verse More Like This
Of a racing mind.
Voices sound off like sound clips,
Begging me to believe them.
And to believe in them.
But after years,
That pass at a turtles pace,
I've learned to block out
The screaming voices in my mind.
But some days I let them scream.
"It's not right, fix it"
"That's not straight..."
"It's NOT RIGHT DAMMIT!"
"MAKE IT RIGHT!"
Then I block out the noise,
And hide behind pounding bass.
I loose my mind to the music,
And give my heart to the words.
But I know deep down my soul resides,
In peaceful Bitter Silence
#59 AccuracyI've always had a killer aim.#59 Accuracy in Free Verse More Like This
Sighting with the wrong eye,
This sharp shooter could still hit a bulls eye.
But that old BB gun no longer holds my gaze.
Something much more....me.
My father brought it home this summer as a kind of present for me.
His old practice bow an arrows.
My frame could barely hold my elation at such a perfect gift.
All summer I bruised my arm,
The bow strings snap loosing its bite.
And the better i got,
The harder i tried.
And the harder i tried,
The more about myself I learned.
I've rarely felt so at home,
Than with a bow in hand.
Knowing the arrow will meet it's mark,
And already nocking the next one.
WhyWhy do I feel,Why in Free Verse More Like This
Like they all want to be,
Just like me?
Why when my life,
Has been made a living Hell,
For knowing who I am.
It takes a thick skin to be me.
#65 BoundariesI live inside a space I shudder to let others occupy.#65 Boundaries in Free Verse More Like This
I shrink away from touches,
And people always wonder.
I live in a world with boundaries no one else sees.
A touch on my hand will make me sick to my stomach.
A hug might almost hurt.
A brush against my arm will put me into shudders.
And sometimes none of it matters.
But then someone gets to close.
Eyes linger to long,
A touch that wasn't needed,
A smile a bit to sweet.
People don't know my boundaries.
I live in a world with walls of steel,
With strings not to be touched,
Lest I run and hide.
I live in isolation,
For fear of contact.
I have been this way forever.
Bound to my boundaries.
And i don't know why.
GR : I do not want to fight with youOnce Anna, Rex and Caesar went to rest in Argentina.GR : I do not want to fight with you in Sketches More Like This
- Why did you take me with you? - Anna.
- You're like a sister to me and I wanted you to have a rest on the farm. - Rex.
- Thanks. I really appreciate it, Rex. - Anna.
- Hmm, why Van Kleiss kill your family? - Caesar.
- You'd have to ask him about it. - She was upset.
- I'm sorry. I did not want... - Caesar.
- Why Anna said that? - Rex.
- Because I know that in the past, Anna and Van Kleiss were friends. - Caesar.
- Friends with Van Kleiss ... I can not imagine how she could be friends with him ... - Rex.
- If you are interested you can ask her. - Caesar.
- Okay. - Rex.
Rex went to Anna.
- You can tell how much you know your uncle? - Rex.
- I met him when I was six years, before Nanite Event... He taught me everything ... About nanites. - Anna.
- That's why you know so much about the nanites ... - Rex.
- Yeah. And it's very painful. How can I love someone who killed my family ... It is naive and stupid... - Anna.
- You can not otherw
SpidersSpiders are every where,Spiders in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In the light and the sky,
Sometimes you can't see them,
But we all know they are there,
Some of them are in your mind,
Some at weirdest places,
They let you see everything,
Of old memories that had past,