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Just Words"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.Just Words in Free Verse More Like This
The truth is that I want to die.
"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"
"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse
"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.
"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.
"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.
All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?
Tell Me ThisOh, so you're not thin?Tell Me This in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me how you're ugly.
Oh, so your hair doesn't look good everyday?
Tell me whose does.
Oh, so you make mistakes?
Tell me who doesn't.
Oh, so you're not a model?
Tell me what the definition of beauty is.
Oh, so you aren't normal?
Tell me what "normal" is.
Oh, so you aren't good enough?
Tell me why.
You can't.
Because there isn't a standard you need to reach to be yourself.
Between the stallsAmung the sinks and filthy tilesBetween the stalls in Free Verse More Like This
I stay between two dirty walls
I really just need to be here alone
No where but here amung the bathroom stalls.
As I sit upon the toilet lid
I can see the water between my knees
I glare into this toilet bowl
And all I find is a circular sea.
I watch as they drip again and again
The tears come streaming down my cheek
They fall into the bowl directly below
And vanish into the water so bleak.
This is the place I come to hide
This is the place I always go
Where theres a place I can be myself
And not my emotions' puppet show.
I hear the tap of my shoes echo the room
But its shushed asleep by the sound of the flush
This way I can drown my emotions dead
To finally get them to shut up and hush.
I use my sleeves to wipe my eyes
And walk out from between these walls
I walk with nothing but a smile to show
Like nothing happened, even at all
Isomnia.To the mocking flash of my cell phone clockIsomnia. in Free Verse More Like This
The glitter of morning my closed blinds block
In a hunch on a chair or a ball on my bed
Comfortable and comfy but I stay up instead
With paper and pens and paintbrushes I raise
And the stories that unfold on each turning page
Youtube, Facebook, and clicking links
Are the things that keep me from even a blink
Round and round, my thoughts echo and spin
Closing my eyes even seems like a sin
Redbull, pepsi, and midnight snacks
Drinks of sugar in tempting twelve packs
The silence of myself and the embrace of a book
Casting and reeling until sleep's on my hook
They say theres plenty of fish in the sea
But sleep swims deeper than my hook can see
Alone in a dimming desk lamp light
Confronted by morning that stepped through the night
Open curtains, birds with a morning song
It's a shame I had to wait this long.
Crash And BurnI wonder if other people see how I feel.Crash And Burn in Free Verse More Like This
With every glare to meet my eyes,
its another preying glare to slap my face
and another glare that heats my cheeks with nervous fire
I wonder if, day after day,
if people see my fear, if they see how I shake.
When they walk by, I stumble away
because I know they don't want me near them.
I wonder if they pity me
If they see the lonely child inside my glass skin.
Sometimes they give me gentle eyes
because they feel sorry for how lonley I really am inside.
I wonder if they know I don't fit in,
if they try to welcome me but I'm too naive to see.
But everytime I just walk away because-
because everytime I try is another crash and burn.
You Can't Tell MeYou can't tell meYou Can't Tell Me in Free Verse More Like This
that my writing is wrong.
It might be for you
But for me it will live, forever strong
You can't tell me
that my words are not right.
They might not be prefect
But I'll still put up a fight
You can't tell me
my rhymes are too mix-matched.
Its just because they are not yours
To me they do not lack
You can't tell me
I did not try my best.
Who are you to evaluate?
Its not like its a test
You can't tell me
that I didn't follow a rule.
Creativity has no list
I think you are a fool
You can't tell me
that I didn't emote at all.
How can you tell me what I feel?
Its not like I'm a doll
You cant tell me
everything that I should.
How can you think you know everything?
And think you know whats "good"?
To contain them...Words are but emotion, finally contained.To contain them... in Free Verse More Like This
~My six word story
RiverbendTransluscent lines of a river's foldRiverbend in Free Verse More Like This
Gems of blue and fish of gold
Shimmer and dance, the embrace of an old friend
Down the steady shores of a riverbend.
Smooth canoe tracks over gentle rides
Over gentle stones with a gentle glide
Gentle, gentle. Will these softened turns end?
Down the steady shores of a riverbend?
But is the river really steady?
Or maybe I'm just not ready
Skies are whispy and clouds in flame, is this pretend?
Down the steady shores of a riverbend?
These waters are always churning
Always flowing and always turning
With my future on a teater, on this brand new pend
Down the steady shores of a riverbend
I can't see past these rugged waves
Icecap tips, I'm the waters slave
How will I ever live, if my dreams cannot extend
Down the steady shores of a riverbend?
Familiar lines are washed and shed
Blue walls are now crashing instead
Is this really where I belong, where
Love To KillHe whispered in my ear, "Baby can I hug you around the neck?Love To Kill in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes really brighten up when you cry,
Judging by the marks on your wrist you already want to die."
Trying to recover and stop loving you,
But my heart has a mind of its own,
And I can never find better then you.
"You deserve everything that's coming for you.
Everything you do makes me rageful,
I can barely stand to see you breathe.
Now blow me a kiss as you're on your knees."
Each bruise is a mistake, and truly made of love.
I know how his heart of stone really feels,
I just have to mine through the bitterness.
"You won't ever leave,
Don't you know what my dad did to me?
Yo
My MindLate at night,My Mind in Free Verse More Like This
My mind is set free.
It suddenly starts a killing spree,
Against me.
At first I can't feel a thing,
But a little sting,
But suddenly the pain on the inside is combined with the outside.
The one I confide,
In is not here nor do they care.
It's as if they were never even there,
In the first place.
My fingers scratch at my face,
Fucking freak.
I want to tear it off.
Small and quiet soft,
Cries leave my body as I bleed,
Within minutes I am drowning in an ocean of red,
And suddenly I am dead.
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not? in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine in Free Verse More Like This
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.I am not a stereotype in Free Verse More Like This
Again.
Again.
Again.
Stop.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
"A little."
Punch your own stomach.
Harder.
Harder.
Does it hurt yet?
Yes.
Keep going.
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
Stare.
Cry.
Scream.
Stop.
Keep staring.
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
"Nothing."
"Emotional freak."
I'm just depressed.
"Sorry."
Stare at your arms.
Your stomach.
Your waist.
Your thighs.
"What are you doing?"
I'm ugly.
"Never mind."
"Attention seeker."
I just have low self esteem.
"I'm sorry."
Cuts.
Scars.
Tears.
Emotions.
"Emo."
"Scene girl."
"Psycho."
I'm just human
Let's Play a Game Let's play a game.Let's Play a Game in Free Verse More Like This
I don't like the game we play
But he says we have to.
After all, I am
Daddy's little girl.
Don't move...
I can't.
I'm too sad to move.
I don't like this game.
But I am
Daddy's little girl.
There. Wasn't that nice?
No, Daddy.
I don't like our games...
But I guess I have to
Because I'm
Daddy's little girl.
We can play again later.
I don't want to play later!
I don't. Like. Our. Games.
But I have to play them.
Because I'm
Daddy's little girl.
It's fun. Isn't it?
No daddy...
I don't want to be
Daddy's
Little
Girl.
I'm sick of being
Daddy's little girl
In Daddy's world
With Daddy's games.
Let me grab this knif
Bipolar DisorderLook over your shoulder. They're watching you.Bipolar Disorder in Free Verse More Like This
Tighten your stomach muscles.
Bounce your leg up and down.
Faster.
Faster.
"Are you okay?"
No.
"I'm fine."
Shut up.
Don't say anything.
Feel it, feel the thoughts melting from your mind.
Freeze.
Stare.
Laugh.
"What are you doing?"
Dying.
"Nothing."
They're behind you.
Kill them before they kill you.
"What's wrong?"
Please save me.
"Nothing."
Crazy. You're crazy.
No one wants you.
Pull the trigger.
Do it.
"Please tell me what's wrong."
You wouldn't understand.
"Nothing."
Laugh.
Smile.
Scream.
"Who are you? I don't know you anymore."
I'm a nobody.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
... "I don't know.
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesSo much time, so little to do in Free Verse More Like This
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
DisappearWishing to disappearDisappear in Free Verse More Like This
never to existed in their mind
no reason to cheer
this is why I was designed
there's a cloud over me and its raining knives
all smiles are faked
no one hears his cry's
as he sits there shivers and shakes
doesn't even try to reach out because there's nothing there
only my own numb stare
no desire to fight the devils wrenches
would anyone notice if I could disappear
because Im starting to feel warm in these trenches
would they even shed a tear?
Sick of the acting
let me compost with the dirt
live????..... ill think Ill be passing
lets make sure this hurts
still wishing to disappear
lets seal this coffin with a drop of b
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
LabelsAttention seeker?Labels in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Emo?
Rather, suffering rejection...
Ugly?
Maybe breaking for direction...
Anorexic?
Perhaps dying for correction...
Fake?
Maybe hurting for affection..
So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.Well... in Free Verse More Like This
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
I'm So TiredI'm so tired of crying,I'm So Tired in Free Verse More Like This
I'm so tired of loving,
I'm so tired of dying
inside my soul each day.
I'm so tired of hoping,
I'm so tired of dreaming,
I'm so tired of imagining.
It will never be real anyway.
I'm so tired of falling,
I'm so tired of failing,
I'm so tired of walking
when love is so far away.
I'm so tired of wishing,
I'm so tired of searching,
I'm so tired of remembering
those beautiful things you used to say.
I'm so tired of bleeding,
I'm so tired of yearning,
I'm so tired of living
in a world that's grey.
But most of all I'm tired,
of being the person I am,
I'm tired of my mistakes,
I'm tired of my broken heart.
I'm just so ti
The Five SensesYou are music to my ears,The Five Senses in Free Verse More Like This
art to my eyes,
a confection to my taste.
Your skin like satin to touch,
the smell of your cologne welcomes me home.
ImpossibleI promised not to love again,Impossible in Free Verse More Like This
not anyone at all,
no matter how cute and handsome,
no matter how perfectly tall.
But here you come out of the blue,
and you have done everything right,
now I find myself wishing you'd love me,
and I can't help but think you might.
It's funny sometimes how we meet,
We always seem to end up in the same place,
even in a giant crowd,
I can always spy your face.
I can't help but wonder,
if you feel this way too,
can you hear our two voices as one?
Because I sure do.
The Girl With 100 NamesThere goes the girl with 100 names,The Girl With 100 Names in Free Verse More Like This
walking off into the world with nothing but fear.
What do they think of her outfit today?
Does she even fit in here?
In front of her are unfamiliar faces,
that blaze with judging eyes,
but what they say behind her back,
might come as a surprise.
She's pretty, she's smart,
I love her sense of style,
cute, adorable friendly,
with the most heart-warming smile.
She's darling, she's talented,
with a voice like sweet honey,
bright-eyed, pink-cheeked,
lovely, beautiful, sunny.
She's got so much potential,
she's keen and bright,
her seemingly lonely eyes,
possess a sort of light.
She's encouraging she's funny,
Poets have the loneliest hearts.I drink morphinePoets have the loneliest hearts. in Free Verse More Like This
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
filled up
with nothing.
& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
but-
I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.
I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
tiger-striped skin.
With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,
I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.
HeroineSometimes,Heroine in Free Verse More Like This
she tries to fall into the night,
tipping her strawberry heart
like a tea bag into hot waters-
always scolding herself
kissing ocean beds.
Her hips, tides rolling
towards the antagonists
of myths & legends.
But,
with a thousand leagues
of sea behind her eyes,
she will always save herself.
I want to forget names,& faces,I want to forget names, in Free Verse More Like This
& people.
I want to forget their veins,
fingerprints forever burned into my eyelids;
wrists I can't look at
without longing to tear apart.
Spine full, and spiteful:
I want to cry
roses in my midnight tea
for these star collapsed lungs.
I want to cry for her
& for me.
But Shame,
she wont allow me the courtesy.
The thought of needles make her itch.But, sometimes she likes toThe thought of needles make her itch. in Free Verse More Like This
skim sharp objects along
pretty porcelain skin.
Not enough to stain,
but with half a heart
to prove them wrong.
"Don't try to stop me."
You.You told me onceYou. in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
NaPoWriMo: Day 6It’s hard enough to love her skin on good days,NaPoWriMo: Day 6 in Free Verse More Like This
feeding encouragement to wide eyed strangers
as if to fill the emptiness in her own gut;
she lives on a diet of sad stories &
starving lips.
[Sometimes,
you must shed your own skin
to save it.]
NaPoWriMo: Day 9More respectNaPoWriMo: Day 9 in Free Verse More Like This
for hungry lions,
than man's
greedy fingers,
she really,
really
doesn’t want to write this poem.
As she forgets how to use words
(on most days,)
relying on curses
like casting some witch's spell-
with only ten dollars to her name.
The oldest daughter:
she’s still somewhere in the middle,
filed under
miscellaneous
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
she prayed
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
One day
she would become
SupernovaShe only ever wanted a real reason to scream, collecting her tears in jars and hiding them behind Poe and Hemingway; she secretly hoped for an ocean to call her own. She would name it after an aged bird spirit, pain manifested in many a Gods image—believing our vast universe formed by the callused hands of artists.Supernova in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"They must have a sick, twisted sense of humor." she said, eyes on the moon.
And I asked her "Who?" curious, because I'd yet to figure her out.
"The Gods; they give dead stars the prettiest of names."
I could make a list,but I merely bit my lip when she asked me,I could make a list, in Free Verse More Like This
"What is it you're thankful for?"
How could I tell her
I was thankful for this heart
that beats a thousand times over
when I hear her speak?
I'm talking myself in circles,I screamed,I'm talking myself in circles, in Free Verse More Like This
"There is nothing
wrong with me, not a damn
thing.”
I wanted to believe
the big dipper on my arm
meant something more
than sun marks & kisses.
But, how can I trust words
that slip through my teeth
as easy as breathing
when this star
has only ever learned
how to f
a
l
l
?
You Don't Know MeYou see that I listen.You Don't Know Me in Free Verse More Like This
You see that I do what others want.
But you don’t know me
You would know me if …
You knew how hard it was to pretend to be someone I'm not.
You knew how I feel sometimes that no one cares.
You knew how I was abused.
You see that I swear.
You see that I cry.
But you don’t know me
You would know me if …
You knew how I hide myself from others.
You knew how I cut to hide the pain.
You knew how I pretend to be happy.
You Don't Know Me
Girl with the ScarsI am the happy one, who likes to have fun.Girl with the Scars in Free Verse More Like This
I am the hyper, crazy one, who might randomly laugh.
I am the defiant one, who would never follow the rules.
I am the one with the scars and their secrets.
I am the messed up one, who thinks no one cares.
I am the helpless one, who can’t change her past.
I am the hurt one, but much more hurt on the inside.
I am the one with the scars, and their angry message is a reminder of my weakness.
I am the strong one, who is determined to survive.
I am the dreamer, who imagines a different life, imagines a time when pain was only a distant memory.
I am the childlike one, who remembers when ther
Just Another ScarI deserve it.Just Another Scar in Free Verse More Like This
Every single infliction.
Every single slit.
My secret addiction.
Worthless.
I'm trapped, wanting to be free,
My flaws, my helplessness,
Nothing's good in me.
I'm a bad person.
I don't try to be.
But everything just seems to worsen,
I'm a failure, can't you see?
Blade against skin,
Blood against wrist.
The cut ever so thin.
Tears I must resist.
A bit too deep, I've gone too far.
Another sin confessed.
It's just another scar.
Just another scar to add to the rest.
BrokenForget the hopes that shattered,Broken in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In the midst of your despair.
Forget the world that mattered,
To the people who seem to "care".
Regret the actions you've taken,
And wish for an endless lie.
Regret the souls you have shaken,
When your heart of black did cry.
Weep for the hopeful,
And hopeless.
Forget the world that shattered
You into a million pieces.
Forget the hope that prospered,
Somehow in the creases.
Regret the souls you took away,
Dream for everlasting guilt.
Regret the actions you may
Have inflicted to the world you built.
Weep for the loved,
And loveless.
Already DeadI sit on the ground,Already Dead in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And steady my head.
It doesn't really matter.
I'm already dead.
I turn my arm up,
About to begin.
The voices are silenced
As the blade digs in.
First there's a pinch
Then the blood starts to explore.
Forming little red beads,
It soon starts to pour.
I laugh at the sight.
My arm starts to burn.
The monsters inside are dying,
And they start to squirm.
The feeling goes away.
There's a pounding in my head.
There's no hope for me.
I'm already dead.
If I DiedWhat would you do if I died tomorrow?If I Died in Free Verse More Like This
Would you sit there and weep and sorrow?
Would you simply waste away the day?
Or would you tell yourself it would be okay?
Would you hold a picture of me close to your chest?
Or would you come and see me to pay your respect?
Would you listen to a song that brought me to mind?
Or would you go out and comit a crime?
Would you try your best to go on with life?
Or in grief, slit your wrist with a knife?
Would you light a candle every year on the day I died?
Or would you simply say "I miss you, and I wish you were here by my side"?
Do you see me?Don't you see me?Do you see me? in Free Verse More Like This
You see the mask,
Never bother to ask
How I really feel.
You see the scars,
Look at them with disgust.
Never asking if I'm okay.
You see the sadness,
Confuse it with the madness.
And call me crazy.
You see the anger,
Mix it with danger.
And run away from me.
You see what's on the outside,
But not the inside.
So you don't really see me.
I'm empty without youI'm empty without you.I'm empty without you in Free Verse More Like This
You're a piece of me,
And always will be.
I was whole
When you were here,
But you're no longer near.
The memories,
They shined liked a gem.
Now I can't escape them.
You left,
Why?
I can no longer cry.
All my tears are gone.
Dried up from so much crying.
I am no longer trying.
I am empty without you.
You took a piece of me
When you left.
ADDICTEDI am addicted.ADDICTED in Free Verse More Like This
I am addicted to Hiding.
In my addiction, betrayal comes in the form of fakes.
In my addiction, I struggle to reveal myself.
I am addicted.
I am addicted to self-harm.
In my addiction, I am hiding my scars.
In my addiction, I’m in a constant battle with my razor blade.
I am addicted.
Why we cutWhy do you cut?Why we cut in Free Verse More Like This
Is a question people always get asked.
I wondered that myself one day,
And this is what came up.
To take away the anger and pain
When we can't deal with it anymore.
Stick the blade into our skin,
And let the blood pour out.
Taking with it our troubles and doubts
So we won't have to deal with it for awhile.
And we may be happy once more.
But the pain always returns.
We can't find another way to escape
The pain, the sorrow, the anger.
So we have to cut ourselves again.
It's the cycle that never ends.
when writers cryAwake on strong, black coffee drinkswhen writers cry in Free Verse More Like This
Words on paper, liquid ink
Dreams of pen tips, future lies
Tragic stories, quotes of the wise
Nights have carved their dark, deep valleys
In the hollows of my eyes
For you see, my friend, when writers cry
There are no tears, their cheeks are dry
But ink dipped fingers, worn out wrists
Chewed up nails and bloody fists
You see, it's strange when writers cry
Their hearts are true, their words don’t lie
They mourn in silence for a few days
Of paper cuts and tear-less haze
Of coffee mugs and smoky paper
Liquid spills, and water vapor
Sorry dreams and wasted hours
Putrid smells and dying flowers
(Torn
SurvivorOn your left cheek bone, you had a long, dark scarSurvivor in Free Verse More Like This
That you've earned when you fought their brutal war
And five broken bones in your slender hands
That you've cracked in a fight of a few damned lands
You deny but I've seen the light limp in your knee
Twisted in a ship at the heart of the sea
You pretend it was fine just to hide your pain
But I see your tears through the thickest rain
And in silent nights I can feel your cries
Just beneath my skin. They uncover your lies
The lies that you've told of how you're doing alright
Though the soldier in you is in constant fight
In silent nights, behind your shut door
You still see your fr
Death of a RebelWe sleep in peace and little knowDeath of a Rebel in Free Verse More Like This
How fearsome is the world around
The darkness in the velvet nights
Is even darker than your thoughts
And right beneath this scheme is might
A power greater than we sought
Like living love or living fear
we’ll never leave or go so near
A brutal source of all our pain
A realm repulsed by every vein
Where scars were opened
Tears were shed and blood was bled
A tired widow is now sleeping in a bed
She never knew this bed before but it is where
Her life would leave for a lasting visit to the dead
She spoke to silence her forever lasting words
“I’ll never let them break me up”, she always sai
The Dream GuardianA beauty- in her own worldThe Dream Guardian in Free Verse More Like This
Roaming… a blue jay between two skies
Freedom carved in the feathers of her wings
Her name was sung and played on strings
Country folks knit stories about her
The savior of dreamers upon clouds
Rainbow paths to get them laughing
Paints and brushes in her hands
Wonder is what her colors do
Creates new music in the air
Paints the sky a brilliant blue
Daisies seem a fresher white
Weaving dreams in brighter hues
Gaze around your vivid nights
Whispering her precious myths
Incandescent, intensely bright
One violet star –the nomad, through
…our fantasies
ScreamingScreaming on the inside,Screaming in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smiling on the out.
I don't need this torture;
I don't need this doubt.
I'm sick of denial;
I'm sick of these lies.
Once, just once,
My smile should reach my eyes.
My scars are fading;
My courage is gone.
Everyone's jaded,
It's time I move on.
To a world with no sadness,
Lies,
Or fear.
A world of wonder,
Lingers near.
A slip of the knife,
Like a slip of the tongue.
I've ended my life.
I'm finally done.
Tragic ValentineWhen I look in your eyes,Tragic Valentine in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see the rest of my life.
I love you,
I do.
And I know you love me too.
A ring on my finger,
And another on yours.
We know each other.
We have no doors.
Even though we're separated,
By six feet of dirt.
The words you whisper,
Still heal my hurt.
The way you exist,
Inside my head,
A figment of the imagination,
Can never be dead.
I am yours,
And you are mine.
I will always love you,
My tragic Valentine.
Butterfly ScreamsIt's fun,Butterfly Screams in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Isn't it?
Hurting me?
Killing me?
Watching me bleed?
Mocking me?
Striking me?
Ignoring my needs?
Destroying who I am,
And all I'll ever be.
But you wouldn't stop,
That I can see.
The butterflies in my stomach,
Scream as the hurtful words
Pin them to corkboard.
I'll cut myself,
And bleed.
I'm gonna lay down,
And hear the butterflies scream.
"Don't even worry."
"I'm perfectly fine."
Words are sandpaper,
And a couple of lies.
So while I'm here,
Down on the floor;
Do your worst,
Your worst and more.
So I'll lay down,
And bleed.
Even when I'm gone,
The butterflies will still scream.
LostLost.Lost in Free Verse More Like This
I am lost.
Falling.
Falling.
F
A
L
L
I
N
G.
I have no direction.
I'm falling into a universe,
An alternate reality.
I am trapped.
Twisting, turning,
Pushing, pulling,
Stop, go.
Endless cycles,
That never stop.
Inside those cycles,
I am
Lost.
ClaireClear away the mistakes I've made.Claire in Free Verse More Like This
Love me for who I am.
Accept me because
I am only me.
Remember all the times I've been there,
Even when I didn't want to be.
Love me.
A Unhappy Ending to my Cinderella StoryYou look at me,A Unhappy Ending to my Cinderella Story in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eyes filled with disgust.
It's not an option,
You must.
You must because you married my father.
If I were smooth marble,
You'd be an angry carver,
Your greatest masterpiece.
Sell me in an auction,
Take your kids and leave.
If I were a punching bag,
You'd be the greatest boxer.
And all only because,
You married my father.
You'd wrap up your knuckles,
Beat me til I'm soft.
Then harden me up,
From my hook you take me off.
You promised,
Promised you were different.
But you're not,
And I want to end it.
I thought you weren't like her;
I was wrong.
You're a spitting image,
Of my very own mom.
Self-Absorbed, Lying BitchDon't grin at me,Self-Absorbed, Lying Bitch in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like you fucking care.
Don't even act,
Like you were ever there.
You think you're such a good fucking actress,
Yeah, like anybody's fooled.
You're think you're so brilliant,
That we are all tools.
The world is your stage,
The sun your spotlight.
And the sky is a place,
You rest at night.
The roads are in runway,
And Life is your friend.
Kindness is a hooligan,
You'd never let in.
Hold on tight, bitch,
Cuz you're in for a shock.
You may shine like the sun,
But I have sunblock.
Life in the ShadowsIs it wrong that I feel this way?Life in the Shadows in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Am I wrong because I'm...
Different?
The feeling if being normal,
I miss it.
I can't tell anyone;
I'm so afraid.
The way I was,
I should've stayed.
Is this really a disease?
Is there really no cure?
I'm so confused;
God made me,
Yet God is pure.
So what you're saying,
Is I should change?
That I'm wrong,
Because I'm gay?
Don't tell me that.
I refuse to change who I am.
You don't own me.
I mean,
Damn.
tICK TiCKI'm one of you,tICK TiCK in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cut me,
And I'll bleed.
Slice through my skin,
You'll see.
I cry tears,
Just the same.
You hurt me,
Without even knowing my name.
Stop my heart,
I swear I'll die.
To see the truth,
Look in my eyes.
Don't ever stop to think,
How your words affect me.
*blink**blink*
You've missed it.
All your words were shit.
They just keep coming and coming,
Never stop.
I smashed the windows,
And broke the clocks.
So tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick.
B
O
O
M
In all JusticeIs it injustice,In all Justice in Free Verse More Like This
for a child to be accused
of a wrong doing
and then killed?
Is it injustice,
to say that predators
kill all the prey
but then are murdered instead?
Is it injustice,
to have people
living in a free world
while others are in slavery?
Is it injustice,
to be treated differently
because of the color
and the look of your skin?
Is it injustice,
to look upon a child
with a mental disorder
and say there is no hope?
Is it injustice,
to have a weapon
and carry it about to protect
when several use it to destroy?
Is it injustice,
that we have to define
our rights, while standing
against others?
Is it injustice,
for homeless p
Depression's GardenI taste the smell of crimson roseDepression's Garden in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Its petals falling on my brow
Splitting me in life's first hand
With tender colored thorns remend
A heart I held from crumbled stand
The flowers bloom and bow
Behold, the deadly brier rows...
Say You're BeautifulLook in your eyesSay You're Beautiful in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
From the mirror you turn away
You don't see it
Like you didn't yesterday
I'll tell the truth
That you refuse to say
You don't know you're beautiful
Did you know shooting stars don't fly
They're like broken angels
They fall from the sky
Burning through this atmosphere
'Til there's almost nothing left
After all the blood and tears
Your heart's still beating
You're still here
Dream of tomorrow
While you're down here with me
If you've fallen
Your scars are so hard to see
Maybe you're flawed
But you're perfect to me
Don't you know you're beautiful
Did you know shooting stars don't fly
They're like broken angels
They fall from
Sta.sh
