What You WantMaybe you want them to notice
Maybe you want them to see
Maybe you want them to care about
How you’re lost and lonely me.
Maybe you want them to ask
Maybe you want them to know
Maybe you want them to care about
How your happiness is a show.
Maybe you want them to quiet
Maybe you want them to listen
Maybe you want them to care about
How your blood does glisten.
Maybe you want them to leave you
Maybe you want them to die
Maybe you want them to care about
How your life’s just a lie.
Things I'll Never SayThere are certain things I’ll never say,Things I'll Never Say in Free Verse More Like This
Like how I thought about killing myself today
Just to keep my own scary thoughts away.
Like how I stay awake way too late
To be sure I don’t awake in a bloody state.
Like how I soaked white into red last night
And turned myself into a ghastly sight.
Like how it hurts too much to breathe
When I make my own skin seethe.
Like how I Google things I shouldn’t
When I want to do things I couldn’t.
Like how I’m scared of being alone
Yet I’m only happy when I’m on my own.
Like how I know I’ll wind up killing myself
And turn into just a dusty photo on a dusty shelf.
Like how I make myself bleed every day
Even though I know I can’t go on this way.
Like how I maybe want someone to see
And for them to somehow help me.
But nobody will ever help me,
Because those are all the things I’ll never say.
Such a ContradictionI'm just that fat kidSuch a Contradiction in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Starved of hope.
I'm just that cutter
Reaching for rope.
I'm just that dumb blonde
Reading all night.
I'm just that coward
Bleeding for a fright.
I'm just that child
I'm just that girl
With messy hair.
I'm just that burner
Wanting to be cool.
I'm just that geek
Scared of school.
I'm just that emo
Smiling with glee.
You're just another drone
But you'll never be me.
Cross My WristsCross my wrists and hope to die,Cross My Wrists in Free Verse More Like This
I will only ever lie
When you ask me if I’m fine
Or if I like this life of mine.
If I had a gun,
I’d put it to my head
And turn bouncy blonde,
Into ruby red.
You want me to stop cutting;
I’ll stop when I’m dead.
The last time I’ll cut
Will be the last thing I see
When I finally put an end to me.
Dying sounds good right now,
Just fading into black
And never coming back
To the agony living brings.
Perhaps you’ll find me hanging,
Or after OD’ing;
Someday soon you’ll find me,
It’s too late now,
I’m too far gone.
Now I’m just a ghost
Of who could’ve been someone.
Chained and ShamedNobody gets it.Chained and Shamed in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t want saving,
I don’t want ”friends”;
I just want all ends
To be met in red.
I hate how plain my skin is,
How it should be painted;
I’m the addiction’s harlot,
I do as it must dictate
And when it tells me to seal my bloody fate;
I bloody well will.
I’m too full of blood,
I need to let some out.
But know this isn’t a shout
This is me coping
With how I’m hoping
Nobody’ll care when I go.
Cutting isn’t for attention;
It’s for a brief suspension
Of everything else.
It is mine and I’m its,
It doing as I want
And I its slave
Until there’s nothing left to save.
I don’t fear death
Half as much as I do breath.
Because I’d be lying
If I said dying
Wasn’t on my list of things to do today.
Do As I Say, Not As I DoDo as I say,Do As I Say, Not As I Do in Free Verse More Like This
Not as I do
'Cause I'd hate to see cuts
All over you.
They check my wrists
And think that I'm fine.
If they checked my hips,
They'd see many a line.
It's my hobby,
That thing that I do
No matter what though,
I pray you never do.
Life ItselfThe only time I smiled todayLife Itself in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Was when I thought of dying
And how good I am at lying
Each and every single day.
I've got a box of painkillers
They sleep right by my bed
For when all I see is red,
They'll numb it into darkest white.
I've tried talking to people,
But I can't word what I want to say
And maybe I like living this way,
Knowing that I'll die soon.
I know I'm self-destructive
My crosshatch skin screams it
But inside there's a little bit
That still aches to be saved.
I've tried before and I'll try again
To put my worthlessness away
But fate forced me to stay;
Death's a bitch like that.
Life makes me want to die
Yet it won't let me leave
Or grant me a reprieve
From that which it's made me hate;
ThousandsI'm sixteen,Thousands in Free Verse More Like This
Doubt I'll see thirty
Hopefully my blade'll be dirty
And I'll die.
I don't want to die;
Just want it to stop,
Everything in my head
Telling me I'm better off dead.
I cut myself,
I said it.
Just read it.
I'm just some kid
Behind a screen,
So why should you care?
I'm not just 'some kid';
I'm the ones people laugh at,
I'm not a minority;
I'm a majority.
All those kids alone,
That death will come.
We're not hopeless.
We hope for
Another Fallen OneThere was a lady on telly today,Another Fallen One in Free Verse More Like This
Talking from a land far away;
Her kid had died,
Torn apart from the inside.
The kid had hung herself in the family bathroom.
The lady was crying,
You could hear her heart dying
And mine did too.
I could've been that kid,
What with all the things I did
And my family could've been her;
Left with nothing but despair.
I envy the kid
For doing what she did.
I thank the kid,
Making me think about what I nearly did.
I mourn the kid,
Gone because of what others did.
Don't ever think you wouldn't be missed,
Because there's always that person
Who'll miss you,
Praying you'll pull through
Until memories of your smile is all they have.
LifelineI hate how I look;Lifeline in Free Verse More Like This
The bags beneath my eyes.
I hate who I am;
The endless torrent of lies.
Sometimes I do things I know I shouldn't
And I don't do things I know I should,
Only that I could and would,
Because that's how people work.
Everyone has motives
And nobody is selfless
In this world that doesn't want
Everyone's gonna die
And I'm not gonna lie;
Sometimes that thought is the only thing
That gets me through the day.
I miss my old razor blade;
Scissors don't go deep enough
This red isn't my favorite shade;
I like it purer,
Then I could be surer
That I'm a threat to myself.
I'm trying to cut down,
As apposed to cutting everything else,
But I doubt I'll ever stop
Because every slash,
Every bloody drop,
The whole crimson rash,
I'm still alive
And I am
Hope (I Won't)I won't let a razor bladeHope (I Won't) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take away this life I've made.
I won't let the shame and guilt
Ruin everything I've built.
I won't let being wrong
Stop me from being strong.
I won't let sorrow and pain
Resurrect the demons that I've slain.
I won't let ugly spite
Tell me that I'm not right.
I won't let the dark past
Make my endless hurt last.
I won't let this noose
Leave me hanging loose.
I won't let the world win;
My life is only just about to begin.
My MaskI put my mask on.My Mask in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Time to face the day.
Time to plaster on a smile.
Time to pretend it's okay.
I want to crawl in bed.
Leave the world behind.
You're too ugly to go out,
whispers my mind.
I know I am,
I stifle a cry.
I want to leave,
I want to die.
My mask is done,
and I have to go.
Time to face the people.
Time to put on my show.
My smileMy smile was once so easy,My smile in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a thing of joy and pride,
but over these years of darkness,
the ease has slowly died.
I find it's no longer truth,
but simply a lying mask.
It hides away the misery,
the hauntings of my past.
I refuse to look at pictures.
I see what others ignore.
The uneasiness of my smile.
How it has turned into a chore.
Will I ever truly smile,
with joy, pride, and truth,
or will I never know a smile?
Will it die with the rest of my youth?
Please, i wish to laugh,
to smile without a care,
but I'm not good enough for this,
and I guess that is fair.
Are you blind?Are you blind to my misery,Are you blind? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or do you choose not to look?
I want to share my story,
But you close me like a book.
I'm screaming as I cry,
But you refuse to hear.
Look away as I die,
Ignore each little tear.
Am I not loud enough?
Is that why you ignore my scream?
My life is tough,
Help me escape this bad dream.
I scream a bit higher.
Please, I need your help!
My circumstances are dire.
I'm losing myself.
But you do not help me,
And I've decided to give up.
Maybe then you'll see.
Ha! That's just my luck.
Train to NowhereI'm on a train,Train to Nowhere in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can't see through the rain,
I try not to care.
It's moving too fast,
but how do i slow?
Am I running from my past,
or just eager to go?
I know I should stop,
try to get a grip,
but this train is on lock,
and my sanity begins to slip.
Would it be so bad to ride,
to let this train go on?
We all know that I lied,
that I'm too far gone.
I can never be me,
no matter how I try.
Can't you see?
This has all been a lie.
So I'll sit and relax,
let the train run.
Maybe the train will crash.
Wouldn't that be fun?
You didn't dare.She smiled,You didn't dare. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but it was fake.
but she's about to break.
She reached out,
but no one came,
tried to fake it,
but the pain stayed the same.
This girl, she called to you,
but you didn't care.
Something told you to help,
but you didn't dare.
What would the others say?
The ones who called her a freak.
They may taunt or shun you,
so you choose not to speak.
Then she decides to leave.
Because no one wants her here.
You'll never see her cry.
She'll never shed another tear.
Cold HeartedI'm tearing them down,Cold Hearted in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Piece by piece.
Let the walls fall,
Let the pain increase.
I stare my pain in the face,
Let it rip me a part.
Show what I've always feared,
In the depths of my cold heart.
I review my lack of care,
All the people that I've hurt.
When did I become so cold?
When did loved ones turn to dirt?
What happened to me?
Once so loving and kind.
When did it get so bad?
Did I suddenly lose my mind?
I want to trust again,
To love and to care,
But is the risk to high?
Is the cost of pain fair?
I realize that it's not.
I'm safe within my walls.
So much better to be cold,
Then to get hurt in the fall.
House of MirrorsThey say I spinHouse of Mirrors in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a web of lies,
but webs are for spiders.
They catch their flies.
No, my lies are mirrors,
each a different reflection.
They fill up my house,
my sinful collection.
Sometimes I get lost.
There's so much confusion.
Which ones are real?
Which are illusions?
I try to back track,
but the mirrors turn me around.
I cry out for help,
but the mirrors block the sound.
I give up.
Hang another mirror.
In this one I'm cruel and cold
on the exterior.
How many reflections
will I become?
Which one is real?
Where have I gone?
I Met MeToday I met a girl,I Met Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and she asked, "How are you?"
"Just fine," I replied.
She said, "No, tell me what's true."
Perplexed, I stopped and stared.
She was young, no older than eight.
Her eyes were still innocent.
They knew no hate.
"What did you say?"
I asked in confusion.
"You know what I mean," she said.
This girl was in a delusion.
Trying to be kind,I replied,
"No I do not."
She frowned and replied,
"You lie quite a lot."
Now I was agitated.
What does this girl know?
Acting like she's so intelligent.
I'll just tell her to go.
"Let me explain!"
She exclaimed in haste.
"I know you're not alright.
I know you feel misplaced."
How in the world?
Who is this little girl?
"But I'm here to say you'll be alright.
Though your friends will leave,
leave you feeling alone and cold,
you'll find a reprieve."
"So just stay strong
because I know you can do it."
How? Who are you?
I wished she would quit.
Suddenly it was silent,
and I turned to see,
but there was no one there at al
I LiedCheated, betrayed,I Lied in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that's what I've done to you
I should've cried, should've stayed,
I understand if we're through.
The truth was right there,
in the back of my mind.
You might've even cared,
comforted me, been kind,
but I was so scared,
how could I say the truth?
I have never dared
to tell the horrors of my youth.
So I locked them up tight,
told another lie.
I did what was right,
though it urges me to cry.
You don't need to know,
the memories are for me.
I wish I could let them go,
just let someone see,
but they're my curse,
so leave me be,
until my ride in the hearse,
the death of me.
With YouHold me tight,With You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Please don't go.
I'm falling apart,
falling down so low.
Like a rag doll I'm tearing,
seams falling apart.
I can't sew them back up,
wouldn't know where to start.
I need your help,
but I'm too scared to say,
too scared to reach out,
tell you to stay.
You're my only hope,
like it or not.
My chances are slim,
but I'll give it a shot.
So hold me up,
don't let me fall,
just tell me it's okay,
answer my call.
That's all you need to do,
and I'll be alright.
With you by my side,
I'll stand up and fight.
Lying is Bad (A message to myself)Hello darling.Lying is Bad (A message to myself) in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever held a needle to your wrist?
Have you ever skipped a meal because you were hungry?
Have you ever punched your stomach before falling asleep?
Have you ever felt wrong, because you told someone you were okay? (After all, lying is bad.)
Have you ever rocked back and forth without realizing, until someone else told you to stop?
Have you ever slammed your head against your wall so you might forget your situation?
Have you ever cried in a thunderstorm so no one would hear your cries for help?
Have you ever worn long sleeves and said it was because you were chilly... then felt horrible? (After all, lying is bad.)
Hello darling, I know you have.
But remember, you're strong. You're worthy.
You're more powerful than your sadness.
You are incredible.
You have been through more than you know,
And fought through more than you know...
And you've survived much more than you know.
You are going to make it.
You are going to push through this.
You are going to
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruisesAnd Daddy always lied. in Free Verse More Like This
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.
I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.
I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.
I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.
Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and…
Well, my name is Mary Starr
And this is how I died.
But daddy always loved me.
And daddy always lied.
Am I Good Enough...?Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,Am I Good Enough...? in Free Verse More Like This
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Now am I good enough?
If you are a victim...If you have ever faked a smileIf you are a victim... in Free Verse More Like This
Slit your wrist
Cried yourself to sleep
Wished yourself gone
Chased a dream (and lost it)
Ended up in a nightmare…
Turned away from your “friends”
Tortured yourself over an error
If you are a victim…
Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
CastleCome with me, little girlCastle in Free Verse More Like This
Let's watch the rose pedals fall
Let's bury your castle
And put up a brick wall
Lets rip off your butterfly wings
And place them in your grave
The demons have come to get you
You better start to behave
Come with me, little girl
For you can only have the gown for an hour
Do they love you, or love you not,
Ripping pedals off a flower
Come with me, little girl
Let's open your scars
And bury your castle,
In the girl you no longer are...
Gun Within The MirrorIt feels as if my reflectionGun Within The Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
Points a gun at its own head,
As my bullet shoots the mirror
And paints the floor with red,
And it feels as if my gun
Just isn't steady in my hand,
Because darling, when I jump off cliffs,
Do you think I always land?
It feels as if the razor blade
Might be my only friend,
And it feels as if the broken glass
Might soon begin to bend,
Because my reflection is distorted, love.
Can't you see that, love, can't you see?
I'm pointing a gun at the mirror,
And the mirror points back at me.
Front page...Liquid chains cling to my anklesFront page... in Free Verse More Like This
Feathers of a bird tickle my nose.
Haunted by the voices in this cold dark cell
Longing for the scent of a light pink rose.
Ocean waves beat upon a sandy shore
A sea of hatred and rage.
Dragonflies swim through air so light
But this stuff never gets to the front page.
Are You?I'm sorry,Are You? in Free Verse More Like This
that I'm not
I'm not a supermodel.
that I'm not
I'm not a comedian.
that I'm not
that I'm not
that I'm not
I'm not perfect.
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different? in Free Verse More Like This
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
But at least it makes me
Maybe.Fist fights and battles in my headMaybe. in Free Verse More Like This
I'll always remember what you said...
The day you lied.
Glass shattered all over the dirt
I'll always remember your last words...
The day you died.
I could have saved you, love.
I should have saved you, love.
I would have saved you, love...
Then maybe we could both still be
I (don't) want to be aloneI want to be aloneI (don't) want to be alone in Free Verse More Like This
So no one can hear me screaming
So I can bleed out my pain
So I don't have to hide the problems
And the wounds
I want to stay here alone
Fighting my inner demons
With no help
Nobody to feel my pain
Nobody to fight for me
I want you to leave me alone
So you won't get caugh
In my spiral of darkness
And self destruction
Please (don't) leave me alone...
Go away!Don't look at meGo away! in Free Verse More Like This
Don't talk to me
Don't touch me
I want to be alone
It's my fate
It's my curse
You try to understand me
But you can't
Because you have no idea
What I have to endure
But when I look around
You're still here
For some reason
You won't leave...
Broken and despisedLittle girlBroken and despised in Free Verse More Like This
Once so inocent
Now broken to the core
Of her very being
Her once free mind
Now trapped in a nightmare
Her once pure heart
Shattered into tiny pieces
Her once hopeful soul
Overwhelmed by darkness and despair
And no one notices
Because she hides her scars
Under long sleeves
Because she hides her pain
Behind a fake smile...
EscapeTake me somewhere far awayEscape in Free Verse More Like This
From this cage of madness
Before I lose control over myself
Before insanity takes over
And turns me into a monster
The real meThey think I amThe real me in Free Verse More Like This
Like I can't show any
Like I don't even
They see me as
A shell without a
A mind with no
They will never see the
Lying behind my ice
Nor how much I can
Don't be like
And get to know the real
Stay with meDreams falling apartStay with me in Free Verse More Like This
Like a castle of cards
Ghosts of the past
Refusing to go away
And the pain of loss
Getting worse each day
This is not
What life should be
This is a nightmare
And I want to wake up
So please don't leave me
When I need you the most
Tonight we standThere is no moonTonight we stand in Free Verse More Like This
There are no stars
On this cold night
Tonight we stand
Aganist our demons
The final battle
For our freedom
For our happiness
There's no other way
There's no turn back
Either we're victorious
Or we're defeated
She isDelicate like a lilyShe is in Free Verse More Like This
Tough like a cactus
Beautiful like a rose
Strong like a sycamore
All reasons for a thistle like me
To fall in love with her
Making the seed of love
The mirror of the soulStep closer and lookThe mirror of the soul in Free Verse More Like This
Look into my eyes
Can you see it?
Can you see the shadows
The pain and the sorrow
Can you see
The hopes I've lost
The dreams I gave up?
Can you see
The fierce battle
In my mind?
Can you see
Of my broken heart?
Of my tortured soul?
Come closer and take a look
If you dare...
(And I'll look into your eyes as well)
Get Lost"Get lost," they said vindictively:Get Lost in Free Verse More Like This
A knife stabbed through my soul
And being young and ignorant,
I took these words so cruel
I swam through roaring oceans,
and I trekked the mountains high
I spent time on deserted land
with me, myself, and I
And as I wandered aimlessly
across these untouched places
I realized to get lost,
you must seek a destination
AloneWhen I am aloneAlone in Free Verse More Like This
in the darkness of my room,
Sleep is approaching,
but my mind's a labyrinth too
I navigate the pathways
trying to understand:
How in a room so empty,
lonely I never am
Grow a GardenHer father gave her a pack of seeds, and told her to grow a garden,Grow a Garden in Free Verse More Like This
for flowers could teach her about life
Sitting cross-legged, the dewy, viridian grass itching at her ankles,
she took her freshly-sharpened trowel,
and dug deep into the sodden dirt
Her lungs inhaled the musky scent,
as butterflies beat softly around her décolletage
And she promised herself,
she'd give a flower to her favorite boy
For months and months, she waited for the flowers to grow
And as she waited, to no avail,
the blue-eyed boy that made her lungs fill with salty water,
and made the butterflies cage inside her stomach,
only gave flowers to other girls
So she promised herself,
she'd get a flower from her favorite boy
So she grew a different garden:
She allowed crimson roses to grow from her skinny wrists; thorns digging, creating vertical lines
And she permitted black velvet petunias to flourish cavities under her sullen eyes
And finally, she let pale, yellow marigolds consume the skin of her hollow chee
SavedYour tangled up soulSaved in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
has taken a toll,
Hiding dark and deep
the secrets you keep
The tears you have shed
from thoughts in your head,
Dear they were all fiction:
a made up addiction
I want you to know
I see through the show,
I know that your eyes
tell genuine lies
I watch as you feign
as you’re still in pain,
And my soul will be too
until I have saved you
ShipI missed you todayShip in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I regretfully say,
My feelings are tides
moving every which way
The image of you
shall be washed apart,
As the shore and the ocean
do gently depart
And the way that my feet
left prints on the sand,
Is the way that I felt
when you held my hand
But it's time to move on,
this ship's found new land,
The anchor is sunk,
and I will withstand
GoodbyeI want to mutter a million things,Goodbye in Free Verse More Like This
but they’re catching in my throat
And my heart is heavy in my chest,
with a weight that holds a heavy load
This weight is not a pound of gold,
but rather a pound of worthless rocks
And now I’m spitting bits of gravel
as I try to talk
Dear DeathI sink my kneesDear Death in Free Verse More Like This
into the sodden dirt
surrounding the grave
of a human long gone
I touch the stone's
chiseled cursive words
and trace the letters:
how gelid they've become
I stare at the flowers
that people have left;
upon the plot,
And I contemplate
my inevitable death
hoping no flowers are left
for the message they possess
"I'm trading life for death."
CobwebsThere areCobwebs in Free Verse More Like This
of my mind
would you like
to be the one
to dust them off?
you.I'd sayyou. in Free Verse More Like This
you remind me
of a flower
but to do so
would be an injustice
when I pick flowers,
you've only shown me how to live.
Sticks and StonesYou heard if sticks and stonesSticks and Stones in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
were ham-handedly tossed,
the bones may break
but the person would not
You heard words could never hurt,
so you tried throwing them too,
what the person had been through
And you continued tossing
not realizing you were wrong,
until one stone remained
when they could no longer hold on:
I'm (not) okay!Everyone sometime in their life is asked, "Are you okay?" And of course, we always give the standard answer of, "Yeah, I'm fine!"I'm (not) okay! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because it is what we were taught to do. No one wants to hear "No, I'm not." because then what are we to do? We expect that same answer, so when it does not come, we fidget, we get awkward, we stutter, we don't know what to say.
And truthfully, we really don't.
How can we fix a problem we've never been met before? When everyone says they're "Just fine.", how do others expect us to react when the answer is the opposite? That's why we always say we're "Just fine." because we don't know. We're afraid. We're afraid of opening up to others and comforting others. It's not that we can't, but really, what can we do? Give a hug, get some chocolate, be there? That's a little hard to do nowadays.
Most of today's generation is stuck in front of a computer screen, with most of their friends half way around the world. How do you expect us to comfort you
For There Is A Girl...There is a girl who does not fit in.For There Is A Girl... in Free Verse More Like This
She couldn't be more different
In the society she was raised in;
She thinks the exact opposite.
She finds it odd that two girls
Cannot dance the way a man and
She finds it odd that those being
Accused of horrible acts are being
Accused by people who have done worse.
She finds it odd that there are
Signs and campaigns for allowing
She finds it odd that being a
Woman means you are weak
And it is an insult to be called
In the society she is in,
She is different.
For there is a girl who does not
Why two people of the same
Cannot marry. Why one group of people
By another that is far worse.
There is a girl that cannot
Why words are offensive or
People use them. She cannot
Why, as a woman, she is not
To wear what she wants without being
If she is white, then she is racist.
If she is black, then she is a criminal.
If she is straight, then she is homophobic.
-sexuals don't-Heterosexuals don't blink.-sexuals don't- in Free Verse More Like This
(Because they want to see the world,
But they are blind by their own
Blinding light and it doesn't
Homosexuals don't swear.
(Because, as said by others, their God
Refused them and abused them,
So who can they swear to
Bisexuals don't dance.
(Because no matter what song plays,
They can't hear it as they have
Already filled their ears with
Polysexuals don't feel.
(Because what is there to feel
When every single emotion
Is against you in every
Pansexuals don't breathe.
(Because the air is thick with smoke
From fires of oppression and of
Depression and so they
Demisexuals don't pray.
(Because why pray to someone who
Has ignored you countless times
When you wish these people
Asexuals don't smile.
(Because what is there to smile
About when the whole world is
Ready to throw you to the
A Character's PerspectiveI was stunned. In the middle of my battle, a wall suddenly appeared. Everything was the same; my enemy and I paired up against each other with our swords clashing and clanging, his men and mine surrounding us, until this. The wall was white with black shapes that made little sense. Placing my hand open the wall, it felt smooth, like paper used by my king; yet so unlike the parchment I wrote my reports on. Looking up, I craned my neck back to try to find an end, yet the strange wall reached high and there seemed to be no end.A Character's Perspective in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hearing gasps behind me, I turned around and saw my enemy's men and my own, together, gaping in awe and fear at the sudden barrier. I, too, was gaping. What was this... this... this thing?! Panicking, I looked to my left and then to right. Stumbling backwards, I nearly fell to the ground in shock and horror. Both ways were blocked, the trees off to the side impaled by this wall of white and black.
Then, amidst the cries and the mutters amongst tho
GrayLET ME CREATE DINOSAURS IN THE CLOUDS AND STORIES IN THE STARS.Gray in Free Verse More Like This
Let me warp your memories and dance to the murderer's march.
LET ME WHISTLE TO THE BIRDS SONGS AND LAUGH AT MY PAIN.
Let me destroy the light of day and glare at the moon.
Let me BE BOLD in my happiness.
LET ME be quiet IN MY LONELINESS.
I WANT MY HEART TO RACE WITH THE THUNDER OF DRUMS.
I want my mind to be filled with violins and flutes.
I WANT MY FINGERS TO FLASH ACROSS THE KEYBOARD IN EXCITEMENT.
I want my eyes to fill with emotions at the words on paper or screen.
I want A POUNDING IN MY CHEST that sends my nerves tingling.
I WANT a soft flutter of wind TO CALM MY ERRATIC BREATHING.
I WISH FOR THE WORLD TO KNOW TRUE MAGIC.
I wish for no more of this cruelty.
I WISH FOR THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW THEY CAN.
I wish for those who wish for only themselves.
I wish FOR OTHERS TO WISH with me.
I WISH for people to stop wishing AND START ACTING.
Who says THAT EVERYTHING is in BLACK and WHITE?
I prefer TO THINK that the
A Midterm PoemA strand of hair pluckedA Midterm Poem in Free Verse More Like This
A dull penny is picked up
Eyelash and dandelion blown
A four-leaf clover to call your own
The foot of a rabbit is taken
A wish on a star, you're not mistaken
All these things and more
For a bit of luck
But I suppose that's what to do
When you know you are fucked
I Find MyselfI find myself in my bedroom walls,I Find Myself in Free Verse More Like This
Silent and ever watchful.
I find myself in the worn living room floors,
Beaten down until used to it.
I find myself underneath my bed,
Understanding that I am my own monster.
I find myself looking at the door,
Wondering when it will open.
I find myself peeping through the window,
But night leaves nothing in my sight.
I find myself in old conversations,
My heart finally still.
I find myself stamped into black words,
Wishing for white paint.
I find myself in moonlight,
And beg for the sun.
I find myself in a dream,
After all of this nightmare.
I find myself crying,
Because you are still there.
I find myself hoping that this,
This is the last time.
I find myself turning from you,
There is no use lying.
I find myself smiling,
I find myself a lost cause,
I always find myself
Waiting for you.
Five Reasons to Not Write PoetryI.Five Reasons to Not Write Poetry in Free Verse More Like This
Sooner or later,
It'll mess with your head;
You'll be taking a shower, or
Lying in bed
When the "inspiration"
Hits you hard
And when you miss the bus and first hour
You have to use the
"I over-slept" card.
It'll have you thinking
At every point of the day;
Twisting words and making rhymes
Prodding until the language sways
To your fingertips
Lower case letters nip
In hopes that you'll use them
Abuse them until you are at
They will mock you until
You simply can't think;
The words swirling around,
They will push you to the brink
Of complete denial,
Of absolute insanity;
"Yes, I ate enough" and "Yes, I
Feel fine" are the words you
Have to beat.
You will not care how people
React to what you say;
What do they know of
What we do everyday?
You think that to yourself,
As a way to not seek help
In the comfort of real
Love and not the fake kind
You write of.
You will lie and you will
Cheat and scoff and say
For all your most
Important words are
Dear Mother,Why is it always me?Dear Mother, in Free Verse More Like This
The one you have to sit down and talk with,
The one that does everything wrong,
The one who can never just say the right thing,
The one you look at differently.
I am the last child of three,
And I don't know if that makes a difference or not.
But, it does mean a few things:
That I am the one blamed because my hands are red,
Only because my nails bite them too hard.
That I am told to shut up and sit down,
While my legs are tied to a chair and my mouth
Is sewed shut with years of experience.
That I am the target of disgusted looks,
Because I state the obvious, the thing no one wants
To touch on, because it means you are stuck with only
Me as company.
That I am the one whom is suppose to sing your songs,
Follow in your combat-boot footsteps,
Wear all your clothes and make-up,
Because your first daughter already passed judgement;
And who better than to fill her place?
I am the last child of three in a broken home filled with
And yet you still expect me t
We Poets Like To Make You ThinkWe twists lies until they are truth,We Poets Like To Make You Think in Free Verse More Like This
We give every line a meaning that doesn't make sense,
We have this tendency to make things up.
Poetry, an art form made of spider webs,
Of crooked lines.
Spider webs and crooked lines: Art forms in their own right.
We poets like to create little stories,
Make half-truths and white lies mean
The same thing.
Confuse and befuddle you,
Is what we do.
Enlighten and inspire is what you think we do.
Believe in this, forgive that;
Make you see us behind a
Let you streak your fingertips down,
Leave little prints behind for others;
So they may follow next.
But, we poets also like our secrets;
Our little whispered words-plays
Crafted for insecure ears.
I wish not offend you nor my poets,
So, I suppose,
You can overlook this.
After all, we poets twists truth and lies
Just the same.
Masks of text and walls of emotion.
Who's to say I am not doing that now?
So, do not worry;
This entire thing was just a lie.
A Letter to the Girl who Hates her BodyA letter to the girl who hates her body.A Letter to the Girl who Hates her Body in Free Verse More Like This
A letter to that girl
Who scrolls through tumblr.
Admiring all of those models.
With thigh gaps that look cute with skirts.
And a waist that you can barely see.
A letter to the girl
Who looks at models,
For their curves.
The way their hips go outwards
And their size D cup breasts.
Please don't look in the mirror,
And hate the girl you see.
That girl is you
And she should be loved unconditionally.
Because you deserve love.
And how much love is not determined on your waist size,
Whether you're chubby or skinny
You're still so very pretty.
You're so perfect.
So for every time you look in that mirror.
And tell yourself you aren't worth it.
That you're arms are too big,
Your hips aren't big enough.
I am a woman.
I am strong.
I have a body like a castle.
A kingdom made just for me.
And I will not destroy that castle,
By trying to starve myself.
By taking brick by brick and dismantling it
How to Speak Blow TorchHow to Speak Blow TorchHow to Speak Blow Torch in Free Verse More Like This
When we were little
It was as if we had gasoline for blood.
Flammable substances coursing through our veins,
Our tongues were the lighters.
We were fluent in the language of blow torch.
But we’re older now.
Our ideas have been dulled down.
When I was little, I told my best friend I wanted to be an astronaut,
He told me ‘But you could explode.’
I no longer know how to speak that way.
How to ignite thoughts and ideas.
How to set myself on fire,
Disregarding the possibility of being burned.
Reduced to ashes.
Because there was another 50% chance
That I’d burn bright like a star.
I hold my tongue now.
My brain almost like a fire extinguisher.
I said I wanted to be a meteorologist.
But I think you have to be smart to be a scientist.
I said I wanted to be a writer,
But I think you have to be talented to do that.
We all are screaming that we want to be alive.
But I think you have to be unafraid,
To catch fire
To do that.
Fairy Tale GirlFairy tale little girl.Fairy Tale Girl in Free Verse More Like This
She wears a crown upon her head,
And befriends the monsters under her bed.
She sings songs to birds.
But no one ever heard
Her cries when the castle walls came tumbling down.
Real world little girl.
She weaves herself a fantasy inside her mind.
Hoping to find
The same peace from when she was young.
And she's like water colors.
So soft, and easily washed away.
She is the soft blues in the morning of a new day.
I found her hiding within her tower.
Far above the real world below.
She is so broken but never lets it show,
So desperate for some fairy tale ending.
She asked me quietly one day,
'Do you think the world will ever be like my story books?'
I thought for a moment before replying,
'In order to survive there are some bad things you have to overlook.'
'The world is grey.'
I heard her say one day.
As if accepting the odd mixture of good and bad.
Her voice sounded happy and sad,
All at once.
As she ripped away the last page
In her story book.
The Asexual Poem‘You’re either gay or straight.’The Asexual Poem in Free Verse More Like This
That is at least what my mother says.
She doesn’t comprehend it when I try to explain,
That I am neither sun shine or rain.
But something that falls in between.
She’ll look me dead in the eyes and say,
‘Anything else is just up in the air’
Sexuality is like night and day,
Are you gay or straight?
If there can be sex without love,
Why can’t there be love without sex?
My mother says that,
‘Nobody would want to be with someone who has a defect.’
And I don’t think she knows,
That I feel so broken inside.
A little heartless, a little lonely
I am, ‘Just a late bloomer’
She’ll say nonchalantly.
I am only writing this poem for someone else like me.
That feels out of place and invisible.
I’ve tried for so long to write down the words perfectly.
To describe the nagging feeling in my heart.
I’ll just tell you, what I wish someone would tell me.
You are not broken.
Dear Homophobic ParentsDear homophobic parents,Dear Homophobic Parents in Free Verse More Like This
How the fuck do you think it makes me feel
When you walk out of the room crying
Because you can’t stand the thought of something I can’t control.
I’ll tell you that it makes my insides burn.
The living room feels like a closet.
Suffocating, and yet I can breathe fine.
I am choking on the air,
Polluted by your homophobic slurs.
Making uneducated guesses about things you know nothing about.
Someone ought to teach you to look shit up
Before you go about, shouting your false claims to the world.
My very existence is an error.
Some messed up chemical defect that went wrong,
I don’t belong
I am the Titanic,
To you I am supposed to be perfect
I am supposed to be straight, and happy, and fine.
But I am so very far from fine,
When my lungs are filling up with water,
Your words are an ice berg,
And I am sinking fast.
Lost at SeaLost at sea.Lost at Sea in Free Verse More Like This
You’re the captain of your ship
But this needle on the compass never stops spinning.
You’re wondering if it would be better
Just to go down with it.
And you sink and sink.
The blue is all around you.
Dark, and vast and everywhere.
Except you’re above water, and you’re choking on air.
Maybe you’ve forgotten how to breathe.
Limbs are tired
From treading water.
And your eyes sting from salt water tears.
Where was the life guard when you needed them?
And you’ll wash ashore.
Tired, broken and nearly dead.
You’ll have to drag yourself up the sand.
Oh, how the sand will tire your already weary legs.
But you’ll find a way
Then one day you’ll wake up.
And the sea no longer frightens you
Because you learned how to swim.
You’ve got scars on your body
They tell the tale of your own personal ship wreck.
A captain once made from ice and smoke,
Nothing but falling apart.
Is now sunlight and golden,
Nothing but love and
Why I DanceI dance as if I am sick,Why I Dance in Free Verse More Like This
And the movement is medication.
As if getting up in the morning just to practice is the only motivation
To stay awake.
Because well- worn soft shoes
Feel like home.
The world is cold, and lonely.
But when I dance, there is a fire inside my heart, warm and lively.
I feel like a bird,
Like I am able to fly as high as I want.
Gravity, I taunt
As I laugh in its face.
Because the Earth was never a place
Because leaping across dance floors,
Allows me to soar
Higher than I could in my dreams.
Hard shoe dances make me feel powerful.
Like a raging storm at sea.
My stamps, and clicks are crashing waves.
But I am also the sea breeze.
Strong and graceful.
When I dance I feel like I am trading
Secrets with the universe.
My head is clear,
And my will power is strong.
I am a force to be feared.
On bad days,
The rhythms of hard shoes sound like a heart- beat.
A life line.
And I’ll dance until my feet bleed
Just to feel something.
Because dancing is the only thing
RepaintRepaint’Repaint in Free Verse More Like This
I painted my four bedroom walls
In bright colorful hues.
Of pink and pale blues.
The sunlight lit up the room
And eradicated the demons hidden
In the shadows.
And for a while that seemed to work,
I made paint out of everything I loved.
It chased away the deadly lows,
I used words from our conversations
The way your voice sounded like fire crackers.
Exciting and beautiful.
I made paint from the hope
That I’d never have to see night again.
Because I had you.
Because you were fireworks,
And fireworks are colorful and they light up the dark.
They chase away the suffocating loneliness,
Of the night sky.
And replace it with fond memories of The Fourth of July.
But even fireworks turn to smoke,
And begin to blend with the night.
You got lost among the stars,
And I got stuck on the ground far below.
I am starting to run out of conversations
To make paint out of.
There are no more pale yellows made from sweet,
Bright, vibrant pinks
A Letter to My Best FriendA letter to my best friend, for when he is feeling badlyA Letter to My Best Friend in Free Verse More Like This
When your sunny skies turn to thunder clouds.
When you can't hear your own thoughts
Over rumbling drum rolls of thunder.
I will be the umbrella to protect you
From the freezing rain.
I'd set my bones aflame
Watch them spark and burn.
I'd turn my soul into a Bon fire
Just to keep you warm.
I'd catch fire flies like stars.
I would keep them in a jar
And give them to you.
Because you light up the dark of the night sky.
When I am feeling blue
You are the one that helps me get through
The murk of my lonely thoughts.
And sometimes, I don't feel like you see yourself clearly.
I wish you could see you
The way I do.
I see you in the stars
You talk about them so fondly.
Every constellation reminds me of you.
I wonder if you are made of cosmos.
Such chaotic, pure energy,
I see you in the rain.
You are cold
I'd dance to the music of your soft,
Pitter- patter melody.
I see you in the air I breathe.
Because you are the thing
I Keep Hitting 'Skip' on my Stardust Music PlayerWe’re all dying.I Keep Hitting 'Skip' on my Stardust Music Player in Free Verse More Like This
Lights and spirits are fading.
I don’t know what happens after death.
We just fall to the ground,
To the Earth from where we originally came from.
In the end our bodies are returned to the energy that created them,
And we drift up into the night sky.
Joining the stars again.
And when we die, does it go with a bang, or without a sound?
Like the forest in the fall,
Everything catches fire.
One big finale before they surrender to sleep.
Oceans of fiery maple, and bright yellows.
I wonder if that is how spirits look when they’re dying.
Vibrant, and bright, everything all at once.
I wonder if the clouds,
Are actually dying, good byes.
Like in the winter when you can see your breath,
Your words frozen in front of you.
The sky is an ocean of conversations and words,
I wonder if angels secretly lay on the clouds,
And listen to the words of unfamiliar people.
Maybe when you die, the sky falls away.
And it is nothing but bright white.
Maybe when y
Do you ever feel like...Do you ever feel like...Do you ever feel like... in Free Verse More Like This
You have no energy to get up and walk to the other side of your room.
You wake up in the morning and would beg to go back to sleep.
You would storm out of a classroom screaming, crying and swearing- if stupid questions like "what's wrong? What happened?" (or being screamed at) weren't asked after.
You cry. You cry. And You cry.
People don't like me - That's what you think.
People don't care. Don't love. Don't want.
The second you find a problem you can't fix or control yourself.
Bitch. You are a bitch. Ugly bitch. Fat. Stupid. Mean. Heartless. Selfish.
SHUT UP! FUCK THE HELL OFF! - you can't control your thoughts.
The second you get annoyed at someone. "I HATE YOU!" But you don't.
You hate yourself.
You think about where you could be, would be, wouldn't be.
You think about death and wonder about death.
You think about cancer and all those illnesses out there.
You store everything about death- suicide- in your head like a cabinet file.
You can stare off into the
I don't know who I am anymore.I don't know who I am anymore.I don't know who I am anymore. in Free Verse More Like This
A person who wants to kill herself.
But wants to cry and then wants to laugh.
Who makes a joke about cutting.
But then gets triggered by the word cut.
Who over analysises ever thing.
Who dreams pathetic dreams.
Who hasn't got the courage to do anything.
Who disobeys her plan not to talk about her feelings.
Who gets so jealous if others have it worse off.
That's why she complains.
But she shouldn't. Complaining stops her being the worst off.
She planned to give up on love.
But couldn't even do that.
Who can control her anger.
But doesn't want to because it pains her soul.
She planned to commit suicide.
But she probably won't have the guts.
Who freaks out, reseaching about bipolar.
Who doesn't care about anyone.
And if she does she's helpless and worried and scared.
Who wished to be reckless and stupid in ways to get way.
But everything she does just makes it harder eacher day.
I Don't KnowI don't know what to do.I Don't Know in Free Verse More Like This
I don't how I feel.
My moods change so much- I can't describe it.
I can't explain anything.
I can't see a logical reason.
I can't keep trying to figure it out.
It's not bipolar.
It's not depression. Not all the time.
I have anger.
I have anxity.
I have self hate.
I have stress.
I have happiness.
I have hyperness.
I have depression.
I have suicidal thoughts.
I have hurt myself.
I can't explain it.
There are time when I think. Oh My God. I'm so depressed. I wanted was thinking of suicide. I was walking home so depressed. I sobbed my eyes out. Then was... Okay.
And then there are times when I think. How could I have thought like that? How could I want to die?
And then other times when I just think of death. Of depression, of every mental illness and try figure out.
Other times I think. Killing myself. Please. I give up. I can't even do that. I can't even starve myself. I can't even...I can't even... that's what is for everything.
Then other days I think. Bitch. Fu
Hell Doesn't Even KnowI want to cry so much...Hell Doesn't Even Know in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I'm happy,
Maybe I'm sad.
I feel so alone,
Yet I've been with people all day.
I feel so unloved,
Yet I know I have people who love me.
I can't talk about these feelings.
I can't open up when the door is locked.
And the key is lost.
I want to inspire,
But I just recieve empathy.
I want to die,
But I keep on breathing.
I feel so confused, lost and all alone.
The feelings inside me are too strong for my body.
I don't want someone to understand.
I want someone to give me the answers to why I am like this.
And a solution to fix the massacre inside me...
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.
Words.../////////////Warning/////////// TriggersWords... in Free Verse More Like This
I have no words to say.
I haven't got the will to.
I haven't got the will to say the words.
I haven't got a clue what to do........
Starving myself to death is a long way...
But thoughts of death run down the drain with the blood from my cuts.
The pain has washed over my days for weeks. Months. Years.
It never goes.
I have no way to help myself.
Nor can I save those around me.
As I try to stop someone from touching the flame. I burn myself.
We both burn ourselves.
Should we just estinguish life?
Is that what we should be doing?
I don't understand as messed up as they are how can they not want me to to be so like this?
If they are saying and agreeing it how can they babble positive vile?
How can they tell me I’m going to be okay when they don’t want to be okay themselves?
I can’t do it.
I am in the same position as those around me. I reflect and worry what they are feeling.
I can’t tell them things will be b
The Layers of SkinShe laughs out loud.The Layers of Skin in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Talking to herself.
She doesn't care though.
This girl is surrounded with her friends.
Happy with her life.
She can't cope with the stress.
Stress of work.
Stress of life.
Then the feeling that all of these other feelings simmer to eventually.
She wants to scream.
She wants to shout.
She wants to let it all out.
But her anger she must bury.
Otherwise a rampage of spilling out swear words and other vile.
Out of control, reckless and stupid.
Not thinking of consequences.
So look emotionless.
Or 'in a mood' as they call it.
She hates her anger.
She hates her thoughts and feelings.
She hates her looks.
She hates herself.
That's what guilt whispers in her ears.
She tries not to infront of people.
She sobs herself to sleep.
She can't help.
She has no hope.
Confusion eats away at her brain.
Day 107School stress is not a good mixture with suicidal thoughts.Day 107 in Free Verse More Like This
Today has be amazing but I've now in a load of shit.
I got a C. And a B. and I can't help but feel shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Two people asked about my bruise on my leg.
So two lies I've said.
Maybe I should just give up?
I helped a friend today because she was stressed, and worried.
Locked herself in the toilets.
I had to help.
I couldn't not help.
Because the way I am and how unstable my shit is.
I could very well be in that locked toilet.
Could be tomorrow?Could be a month?
Only I'd either be there with a badge or a blade.
Or my fist or nail.
Or a plastic bag. And hoodie chord.
Nah. Not the plastic bag. Not the hoodie chord.
Because I couldn't' do that in school.
It would spread like wildfire.
But the rest could be true.
Anyway due to helping a friend.
Well I forgot to find out about my exam tomorrow.
Then last lesson waiting for shitty results.
I stayed with my friend for support.
But no I forgot to get my pen drive
Destroy MeHe was beautiful.Destroy Me in Free Verse More Like This
Scars and all.
She was beautiful.
Scars and all.
Their love was undefiable.
There was no way to explain it.
They held hands as they walked,
Arm to arm,
Neither tried to stop nor help the other.
How could they?
Hypocrite wouldn't be the word.
But they comforted each other and did what ever the other asked them to do.
If she was upset and ready to relapse.
He hand her a red pen and kiss her on her forehead.
If he was close to punching himself.
She'd kiss his hand and hand him a stress ball.
They both listened as they spilled there feelings.
As they sobbed.
They shared sleepless nights lying together.
It didn't matter how much they felt like they didn't have purpose.
They need to love the other so that they were loved.
They both tried to fight together.
Support each other with whatever happened.
They were both beautiful.
So beautiful broken,
That their shattered peices,
fallen together created something bigger than when they were whole.
Whisper GoodbyeSay "Hello."Whisper Goodbye in Free Verse More Like This
And whisper "Goodbye."
Hug me really tight.
Don't ask me why.
Talk aloud to me.
Share with me your smile.
Hold my hand in yours.
Just for a while.
Attack me with tickles.
And poke my nose.
Wrap me in your arms.
And hold me close.
I'll let you fall asleep.
I'll send a goodnight kiss,
To keep you safe and sound.
I'm broken and unfixed.
I know you will hate,
Having me around.
Sit with me in silence.
And play with my hair.
Text me when you're down.
I am always there.
Don't worry about me.
Don't dwell about if I'm gone.
Just give me some love.
And I'll try to hold on...
Keeping secretsHave you ever cried yourself to sleep?Keeping secrets in Free Verse More Like This
And if someone asked you that,
how would you answer?
Truth be told, I used to -
Just lie in bed and think,
think about every single thing
and how I felt about it...
what it meant to me.
But I'll just say no,
because I don't want you to know
about how weak I am.
And it is when all is silent,
the tears will slide slowly,
soaking your pillow.
Like a movie,
the scene plays out in your head
of all those times when you were
damaged and broken.
Replayed and replayed until
all the images end up blur and disjointed.
Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
Yes, I have - many times, in fact.
But I'll just say no
because you're my friend
and if I were to tell you,
it would be the end.
RememberMemories.Remember in Free Verse More Like This
The thought worries me,
that I might just forget it all.
I'll forget the spontaneous times
where I would feel happy,
for really... no apparent reason.
I'm so scared,
that I'll wake up and
not remember anything,
and even if it means
losing the depressing memories -
I can't bear to let it go.
It shaped me into what I am today,
believe it or not -
all those sad, depressing memories.
And if I were to age and perhaps just
forget it all...
I would lose myself.
What would I do?
Who would I be?
Oh, sweet and painful memories -
please, never leave me.
Why wont you let go?Do you know what it feels like?Why wont you let go? in Free Verse More Like This
To feel nothing yet delve
into the darkness,
plunging into the unknown.
The unknown consumes you,
and you don't know
what to do with yourself.
Because you're just that detached;
isolated from everyone else.
You don't feel angry, oh no.
That isn't what you feel.
You just feel void, empty.
Like there's no emotion in you,
no one can contemplate,
or even understand you.
And you're just plagued
by this idea that
you brought this upon yourself.
All this sadness,
is because of you
and because you
wont let go.
And because you wont let go,
it'll keep coming back and
coming back to haunt you -
you'll never forget...
because it hurt you, that much.
R.I.P WordsDo you know what it feels like?R.I.P Words in Free Verse More Like This
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.
I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.
I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.
The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.
Now I have nothing.
My name is NothingMy name is Nothing,My name is Nothing in Free Verse More Like This
And I know...
You're in love with her -
I'm just your friend.
I am nothing else.
I am Nothing to you;
I'm a ghost that listens
to your many woes;
I give you space to
take a deep breath in;
I am who you turn to
when you have no one;
I'm always there for you,
but never actually there.
My name is Nothing.
And I know it was absurd
for me to think that
I could be her,
that I could be...
Socially awkwardDo you know what it feels like?Socially awkward in Free Verse More Like This
To feel so socially awkward
around people that you feel
uncomfortable in your own skin,
knowing that you don't fit in.
And, you walk away...
thinking that being alone
will be better for you -
but you're wrong.
You just feel even more alone;
even more rejected from society;
perhaps even sad, in some way.
What do you do while waiting for someone?
As you wait, and wait, and wait for them -
hoping they'll come soon
lest you seem like a loner
walking aimlessly around,
causing people to pity you.
And your face gets hot,
you start to sweat because
they know -
they know of how alone you are
and they feel sorry for you.
A monster impossible to subdueI painted my hopes and wishes on a canvas,A monster impossible to subdue in Free Verse More Like This
Even though I knew... it wouldn't last.
The monster inside of me came out to play
Using a scarlet river to wash my dreams away
It salivated at the delicious, red meal -
All the happiness that it could easily steal
Using its claws, ripping it shred by shred
Stuffing it down its throat, it maliciously fed
And each shred it ripped, it ripped my soul
I fed and fed until it took its toll
I was sucked dry of my wishes and hopes
After the monster ate, it hung me with ropes
I dangled from the ceiling, tears delicately shed
My voice croaked and I plead and plead
A monster I created that killed all I knew
Impossible to remove, impossible to subdue
There is nothing to be done, for it is my love it feasts
Farewell my friends, I cannot compete against this beast
Just another love poemThis is quite informal,Just another love poem in Free Verse More Like This
But let me say it here.
This poem is about
What I hold most dear.
A few simple words from him
Can make me feel so glad.
And when he insults me,
I don't even feel that mad.
I'm the girl who made the vow -
To never fall for someone.
My heart once woven tightly,
Has suddenly become undone.
Writer's blockInspiration.Writer's block in Free Verse More Like This
What does one even think of?
A monster, rabid, bubbling with froth?
Stars that dance across the night's sky?
Perhaps some psychic business, one's third eye?
Or perhaps something related to blood,
slicing one's veins and arteries to cause a flood?
Maybe, just maybe - a love story?
Where we create and reminisce in an old memory.
Let's take a leap of faith, be extra innovative:
Combine all these stories... into something creative.
A monster that rides the stars across the night's sky
and a psychic that needs blood over their third eye?
Veins and arteries that cause a loving flood
of one's emotions and of course, crimson blood.
And then with the tick, tock, of the clock,
Our story is complete - no more writer's block.
Finding tragic loveRealisation has hit me,Finding tragic love in Free Verse More Like This
I have loved you all along.
Denying it will not help
my feelings so very strong.
You either like me or
Dislike me to the core.
Telling me you do both?
Perhaps that's all I can ask for.
My heart breaks 'cause of the truth -
That you look for another.
You will never think of me.
Watching you makes me suffer.
What's Happening?"She seems like a whore"What's Happening? in Free Verse More Like This
"You're kind of bitchy"
People say I'm--
"He's cheating with you, isn't he?"
What are you--
"You act like such a slut"
I haven't even--
"You sure you're not a lesbian"
"God, you're so lazy"
I am not! I--
"You never take anything seriously!"
Maybe, but I--
"You're, like, a 9 on the scale"
"You're so nice all the time"
"I never knew you were so deep"
There's a lot of--
"You're what this place is missing"
You really think--
"You're always so optimistic"
Well, yeah, I--
"Everyone loves you"
"I think you'll go far"
I dont know--
You ask me what I'm talking about
When I seem so so confused
Why won't you just make up your mind, everybody
It's not like I've got something left to lose
I'm beaten down and brought back up
Now, every single day
Is this some sick tric