QuestionsDo you look into the sky like I do?Questions in Free Verse More Like This
Love the life you have, and wish for nothing more?
Do you smile at your faults,
And accept the fact they make you who you are?
Do you find it odd I can be myself,
Not just another follower in a world with a lack
Of fitted leaders?
Do you have pity in me when I do not fight back,
Not wanting to stoop to your level.
Do you see me as some creature,
With my tentacles flaring about and obnoxiously loud noises?
I know my faults, so I accept them.
I know I can be annoying, but who are you to judge that?
I know I do not fight back, for I do not believe it will solve anything.
I know who I am,
The question is:
DrowningI reach up,Drowning in Free Verse More Like This
But my hand grasps the nothingness
That is around me.
I cry out-
So painful and sorrowful,
But no, no one hears me,
And ones who do
Wouldn't care even the slightest bit.
Surrounded by the horror,
As I am sucked in further,
The life forced out of me,
Like God's hand squeezing my soul
From my body, and I gasp-
And drown soundlessly,
I Will Always ListenI'll always be here for you,I Will Always Listen in Free Verse More Like This
No matter what,
I'll be hear if you need to talk,
Rant and ramble on, I'm here to listen.
Judging, not a chance.
From the things I've seen,
Judging would do no one any good,
Only make manners worse if you ask me.
Feel free to yell at the sky,
Slam your fist and curse
For I will sit content, listen
And absorb what you have to say.
Help, perhaps, if it is in my power,
Try, most definitely.
There's Always a Little...There's always a little TruthThere's Always a Little... in Free Verse More Like This
Behind, "Just Kidding",
Look at them over there, glancing at where you are sitting.
There's always a little Pain
Behind, "I'm Fine",
How can you not see me crying inside, are you that blind?
There's always a little Knowledge
Behind, "I don't know",
Why do you always talk of this intelligence that you do not show?
There's always a little Emotion
Behind, "I don't care",
Why is the whole world so quiet, why is it our emotions we cannot share?
There's always a little Something
Behind all in the world that is big,
Don't act too thin, or you'll just snap like a twig.
YouYou are the source of all my happiness,You in Free Verse More Like This
The root of all my pain.
A bitter sweet love I seem to have for you,
But when I think of the things you have done,
Then back to myself,
I wonder why it had to be you...
You of all people, I fall for,
Deep and slowly, although fully aware.
I talk to you and I think my heart stops,
A joyous feeling, oh so happy indeed,
But when I remember you have somebody else,
A part of me whines, and cries and dies,
Silently as I wince from the hole forming in my heart,
A put on a smile,
And pretend its alright.
Have You Seen?Have you seen it?Have You Seen? in Free Verse More Like This
Love is everywhere you glance,
Small it may seem, but in reality,
Oh dear, it makes the world go 'round.
It provides cure and treatment to the sick,
And nurtures them for a lifetime after recovery.
No one is without it, for you will always
Be loved by someone.
Family can push you away,
Friends can leave you
And lovers can stab you in the back,
But I, no I will never give up.
You can hate me, and be as
Disgusting to me as your heart's desire,
But what you must know,
No matter what you are,
Who you are,
Or where you are,
I would take a bullet for you...
Because if your blood was to be spilled on my shoes,
And I just watched...
Well that is not a possibility.
I have always cared more for others than myself,
But this does not mean I am perfect,
For we all have our flaws and flaunts,
But I really am trying,
Just as we all are.
Do You Think of Me?Dar tu, te-ai gândit la mine?Do You Think of Me? in Free Verse More Like This
"Do you think of me?", this means in Romanian,
For I believe English is not a language in which my love for you,
My endless stream of thoughts and everlasting compassion
Towards you are expressed,
For there are absolutely no words in the English language
To determine how much I utterly care, how insanely compelled
I am when I hear one mention your name, when you speak
In your soft voice that can only be compared to one of an angel's,
Yet even that comparison is not remotely close.
A girl such as yourself, someone so sweet and other adjectives
I would name if your imagine did not leave me speechless,
For I would dissect my heart, string it up and make it into a
Necklace for you, so my heart may always be close to yours.
Love, it is not a word I can use for you, my dear.
One such as obsession, and the sort, may be more appropriate.
A love letter this may be to you,
But know that these phrases are nothing to the way
You make my heart pump, the way you ke
Time is FreedomIs it worse to find yourself withTime is Freedom in Free Verse More Like This
So much time,
Yet so little freedom,
Compared that to one who has so little time,
And so very much freedom to spend?
You can be so chained up,
Caged, prisoner of your own world,
All the time in the world with nothing
To waste away the hours but sit
Solemnly and stare king and hard, at nothing
You can be free as a bird,
Allowed to wallow as you please
And quite honestly, when and wherever
You feel drawn to.
Now I would usually say that it is your
But is it really?
PowerlessStanding back,Powerless in Free Verse More Like This
I feel so powerless,
Limp and stiff,
Still and racing
And half past gone as times.
I need to remind myself frequently
I'm not alone,
There is worse, much worse then mine,
So I only push it aside, and stay crouched feebly,
Suffocating under the pressure slowly.
Scraped HeartWhen I was a small child,Scraped Heart in Free Verse More Like This
I would ride my bike, just outside my home
On the cobblestone and try to balance with accuracy.
Now and again, I would fall, and scrape my knee.
Mama would always come running, her face twisted with worry
And hold me against her warmth, kissing my boo-boos,
Whispering so calming that "it'd be okay",
That I would "soon heal right back up".
Just as all small children do, I grew.
Life went on for me and Mama was sure enough
To be found correct, I did heal.
But now, knee scraping are not what I feel pain to...
When I try to balance out my love, and it all comes crashing down...
I surely scrape my heart, but as Mama always said, it would heal.
This healed a bit more slowly...
And hurt much more as it began to scar over the years,
My love being taken advantage of, bruising my heart's outer flesh...
And now, ready to explode from inner pain...
I search for my Mama, oh where can she be to mend this
Organ, no more than clothes now stitched together.
Murder.Conversation can kill you.Murder. in Free Verse More Like This
Name it what you will.
Idle chatter is merely another dagger,
To my daydreamer heart.
Maintain the manners,
Laugh in the right places,
Keep your mouth shut,
Yet not too much.
Don't dare to make it bearable.
Refrain from saying what you think.
Don't roll your eyes.
That would be rude, you know.
But then of course you do,
Otherwise you wouldn't agree with me,
Sit and listen
To the yammer of weddings, supermarkets
And reality television.
Just don't let them know,
You'd rather be someplace else
And that they're killing you,
Name MeDon't call me childish,Name Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you treat me like a child.
Don't call me crazy,
When you drive me wild.
Don't ask me for help,
When you've left me to drown.
Don't ask me to smile,
When you've made me frown.
Don't make me fight,
When you can't defend.
Don't make me be honest,
When you can't pretend.
Don't tell me to dream,
When you're my nightmare.
Don't damn me to hell,
When you're my only prayer.
Do save yourself;
It's too late for me.
Do ignore the rules;
For me, set yourself free.
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,What You Know in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.
Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.
Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.
Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.
Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.
Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.
Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the proof.
Sometimes the hate is kinder than the love,
Sometimes the buzzard is holier than the dove.
Sometimes the loser gains more than the winner,
Sometimes the saint is worse than the sinner.
Sometimes the girl is stronger than the boy,
Sometimes the child is more broken than the toy.
Sometimes the poison is sweeter than the cure,
Sometimes the dirty are
Don't Leave MeI thought I saw your face today,Don't Leave Me in Free Verse More Like This
Saw your smile,
Heard your laugh,
I could write a paragraph,
On what I thought I saw today.
I thought I felt you hug me close,
Ruffle my hair,
Rub my back,
But then I lost track,
At the thought of you hugging me close.
I thought I heard you singing our songs,
Full of life,
Making me fill with strife,
At the thought of you singing our songs.
I thought I came when you called,
Where are you?
You're not here,
My heart flooding with fear,
At the thought of not coming because you never called.
I thought I heard you scream last night,
Breathe your last,
Moan in pain,
Going through it all again,
When I heard you scream last night.
I thought I saw your face today,
Pale and pained,
No life there,
Getting lost in your blind stare,
When I thought I saw your face today.
Versa ViceHate is bitter love,Versa Vice in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And love is sweet hate.
Tell me, put that way round,
Which sounds more great?
Hurt is harsh happy,
And happy is soft hurt.
Tell me, put that way round,
Which would you rather curt?
Sad is rainy glee,
And glee is bright sad.
Tell me, put that way round,
Which would make you glad?
Fear is dark safe,
And safe is quiet fear.
Tell me, put that way round,
Which makes your heart sear?
Lie is bent truth,
And truth is harsh lie.
Tell me, put that way round,
Which would make you cry?
Death is sleepy life,
And life is painful death.
Tell me, put that way round,
Does it make you hate breath?
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Who Needs Friends? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you be my friend?
Because I seem to just be a trend,
That the world has put to bed.
Will you make me smile?
Because Happiness has run a mile,
Just like everything else I need.
Will you help me hope?
Because Optimism is a slippery slope,
When you've seen the world.
Will you make me care?
Because I hate Interest's flare,
In a place too dull for life.
Will you make me content?
Because you're the one that'll prevent,
That which I long for.
Will you make me feel alive?
Because I don't even want to survive,
In a world that cares too much.
Will you make me a saint?
Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,
Due to the sinner that I have become.
Will you make me your sob-story?
Because you want all of the pride and glory,
Of surviving where your buddy fell.
Pity's PartyCome on, just look at me,Pity's Party in Free Verse More Like This
I lost Happy to Misery,
In a dance with Pedigree,
Amidst the sirens of Apathy,
In the mosh pit in my head.
Can't you see how fun I am?
When my Pride's on the lam,
Sipping Sorrow like Baby Cham,
Falling foul of Honesty's scam,
On the dance floor in my chest.
I look so grievously good,
Doing what Agony should,
And what Depravity would,
In command of the red regiments stood,
On the catwalk of my wrist.
I can hear them pounding,
Watching and surrounding,
Laughing and floundering,
With Pain and Woe hounding,
In the nightclub of my gut.
My guests are saying to,
Cheer no longer pulling through,
Despair sticking like glue,
With Sin ready to sue,
At the opera in my throat.
Watch me as I lose control,
As Loneliness takes it's toll,
Filling out Insanity's role,
Joining Death's lost shoal,
Inside the crypt of life.
See my eyes flutter and fade,
Marching in the Black Parade,
Finding shelter in Hate's shade,
And losing all I had ever made,
As the curtain closes,
To a dozen
My LifeThe headphones are my I.V.,My Life in Free Verse More Like This
The songs are my morphine,
The lyrics are my breathing machine,
The bass my heart-monitor,
And the drums are my thermometer.
The CDs are my mirrors,
The screams are my lip stick,
The speakers are my eye liner,
The guitar my gelled hair-flick,
And the words are my tools for looking finer.
The notes are my stars,
The records are my moon,
The voices are the night-wind's tune,
The choruses my Northern Lights,
The verses are falling wishes in my sights.
The riffs are my therapists,
The posters are my friends,
The synthesizers are my trends,
The backbeats my trouble and strife,
Because music is my life.
Insert Name HereWe are what they tell us;Insert Name Here in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
No matter how strong,
No matter how wrong.
We are moulded by our distrust,
And when needs must,
We just want to be what they can see,
And so let them tell us what we must be,
Even when it hurts.
Tell me who I am;
Who you want me to be,
I'll change if you don't want me.
I just want to be labelled and to belong,
To be known in what life must prolong.
I just want to be what they can see,
And so let them tell me what I must be,
Especially when it hurts.
Tell me who they are;
The suicide kids of now,
Forever wondering how,
They ever got to be who they aren't,
As if they've been told they can't,
Be them and be what the world can see,
And so let themselves be told what they must be,
Then just lie about how it hurts.
Tell me who you could become;
If you followed your dreams,
They've been torn at the seams,
By a bunch of worthless liars,
And drowned out by criers,
Making you a victim of you,
And what you put yourself through.
Because you just want to be what they can s
UselessI'm a cutterUseless in Free Verse More Like This
That's all I'll ever be
Once you've learnt that
Defining fact about me.
You'll call me mad
Assume that I'm sad
And that I want
You'll check my arms
Only matters if you can see
But I can hide them
All over me.
You'll think I'm sick
Sick in the head
And that makes me feel
Like I want to be dead.
I don't do it
I don't do it
For a mention
I don't do it
I do it because of
That it's cast over me.
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedAll Ends in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
Truly FreeIn this world as we know itTruly Free in Free Verse More Like This
No human will ever be free
Slavery is lessoned
But the past will forever haunt
Never free of bad memories
And still racism will haunt
Never will it end
Even in the fašade of peace
We are not free
Judgment of others
Social standings and wealth
And being told what to do
Where to go
What to be
In our own homes
We're trapped from the start
The teachings and influence of those around us
Swaying our minds one way or another
Never will our thoughts be truly free
Imagine none of these restrictions
Are we yet free?
It still comes down to the basics of life
Our physical limitations
We cannot fly freely among the birds
Nor swim with the whales in the open sea
But say we could
We're still confined
The day the world ends
Will be the day
Humans are truly free.
Nightmares and fears. Part 3I wake upNightmares and fears. Part 3 in Free Verse More Like This
In a battle with my own mind
Trying to cling to the good
Trying to assure myself
There is something good in me
But of course it's buried
Left with the pain of my nightmare
I wipe the tears from my eyes
But I can't wipe away the fear
Some say I'm strong.
I'll take whatever comes my way,
And stand to support those I care about.
I'll take anything thrown at me,
But I'm not strong;
Don't mistake me for strong,
Cause I can't even stand against myself.
The only salvation I have
Is the reminder of the one
Who made me who I am
And first saved me from all this pain.
Nightmares and fears. Part 2I opened my eyesNightmares and fears. Part 2 in Free Verse More Like This
To see a former self
Screaming in the space we stood
"go to hell!" "I hate you!"
But there was no one else there.
Of what I used to be
A painful reminder
Of darker days.
He fades away and I take a step back
Only to find myself in a pool of blood
I look at my reflection
And watch it rise
Until another me stands there
He drives me back
Pure hatred in his eyes
Until I stumble to the ground
And he was gone
But he left his mark.
Scars on my wrists and tears on my face.
Don't Help AnymoreI'm doneDon't Help Anymore in Free Verse More Like This
Letting you help
You shouldn't have to
Put up with me
You shouldn't have to
Tale the pain
I'm going to break down
Anyone part of the foundation
When I last fell apart
Will be crushed
Under the weight
And a person can only take so much
So don't help
Don't hurt yourself
Trying to stop me
From hurting me
ThoughtsI'm so sick of not being perfectThoughts in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sick of hurting people
I'm tired of doing nothing right
I'm tired of holding back
Let me scream
Let me lash out
Let me show you the other side of me
And try telling me you still know me
Everything confined inside
It builds until I almost burst
My eyes grow heavy
My fingers claw at my arms
Tear out my hair
Twitch for the blade
I hold back
But I can only hold so much
Then I do it again
I screw up
And I fall again
Self-loathing is almost a comfort
I often wonder why
Why am I this way
Why am I messed up
Answers won't be found
I'm sick of hating myself
I'm sick of hiding it too
I'm just tired of the pain
I'm tired of taking it out on myself
Let me hide in the dark
Let me face it once again
Only through self-destruction
Can I build the true me
I wish I wasn't this way
I wish I knew how to stop it
But it's there
I only hope you still accept me
I find comfort in one
Who's eyes aren't blind through my self-hatred
Nightmares and fears. Part 1They say you can't feel dreams,Nightmares and fears. Part 1 in Free Verse More Like This
They say nightmares aren't real,
But they're wrong.
Dreams are windows to the subconscious,
Nightmares are reminders of our fears.
When the mind tries to tell us something
In a dream, or a nightmare
We feel it.
Oh, we feel it.
Have you ever woken in tears?
Have you ever been afraid of the truth?
Have you ever been afraid of yourself?
Sometimes nightmares don't just remind us
They make us relive our fears,
And in doing so it strikes us
No matter what the fear
And that emotional pain
Yeah we feel that.
What is wrong with me?I'm a monsterWhat is wrong with me? in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a freak
I lash out
I lost control
For one moment
Pushed over the edge
It was too much
I can't believe it
What is wrong with me?
How could I do this?
It won't happen again
But still stay away
Why be near me?
What good is there to hold by?
Theres one light left
On the outside
To relight the others inside
Within (redone)An unnatural smile taking place,Within (redone) in Free Verse More Like This
Of one true but lost.
A joyless laugh seemingly real,
But unknowingly different.
Carefully displayed, a convincing facade
Few can see through.
A crumbled crying world,
Reaching not past the surface.
A raging war of civil encounter,
Relentlessly unforgiving and destructive.
A cowering bloody soul,
Shattered upon the foundation and spread foreign,
It is of its own devastation.
But further within,
A lovingly happily full heart,
The true smile that contagiously glimmers,
And a happy soul,
Waiting to shine through.
contradictory livingEscape what you love,contradictory living in Free Verse More Like This
Run from what you hold,
Hide from what you search for,
Engage what you push away,
Try what you're afraid of,
Write in sounds,
Paint in tastes.
Live life a contradiction,
And question every minute of it,
Cause when you think one way,
And forget another,
How do you know what you think,
Is truer than what you don't notice?