Tell Me ThisOh, so you're not thin?
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.
Because there isn't a standard you need to reach to be yourself.
You don't just die.Do you understand?You don't just die. in Free Verse More Like This
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
From YOUR goodbyes.
Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
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.
I'm too sad to move.
I don't like this game.
But I am
Daddy's little girl.
There. Wasn't that nice?
I don't like our games...
But I guess I have to
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.
Daddy's little girl.
It's fun. Isn't it?
I don't want to be
I'm sick of being
Daddy's little girl
In Daddy's world
With Daddy's games.
Let me grab this knife, Daddy.
Let me hurt you, Daddy.
The way you hurt me.
I don't want to be your little girl.
I want to play a game.
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.
Goodbye, miscarried babyI love the little baby that I never got to holdGoodbye, miscarried baby in Free Verse More Like This
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.
I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.
And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.
One dose of glitterOne dose of glitter can light up the worldOne dose of glitter in Free Verse More Like This
One little thought can bring back little girls
Fairies and dragons and strong, worthy knights
One dose of glitter can shine through the night
Hush, little girl, for the stars in the sky
Shining so sweetly like your stunning eyes
Don't let the nightmares define what you'll be
Notice the beauty within every dream
Hush, little girl, there is no need to fight…
One dose of glitter to light up the night.
Mommy, He's LyingMommy, he said it, he said it was true.Mommy, He's Lying in Free Verse More Like This
Mommy, he said it, he said "I love you."
Mommy, he said it, he said it was real
Mommy, please know how to think, how i feel
Mommy, this love is the truth, it's the way
Mommy, he said it, he said it today.
Mommy, he's lying, he's lying to me
Mommy, he's telling a lie, can't you see?
Mommy, he never did mean what he said
Mommy, his voice is pounding in my head.
Mommy, he's lying, his love isn't pure
Love's a disease and he's finding the cure.
Mommy, he's lying, what else can I say...
Mommy, he hit me, he killed me today.
Mommy, he lied to me, why did he lie?
Mommy, he lied through his tears, through his cries
Mommy, his lies I just couldn't see through
Mommy, he lied to me.
What'd I ever do?
Me.Anorexic.Me. in Free Verse More Like This
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label in Free Verse More Like This
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
So maybe I am a label.
I’m just me.
LabelsAttention seeker?Labels in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Rather, suffering rejection...
Maybe breaking for direction...
Perhaps dying for correction...
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.
AnorexiaMeet a girl named No One, with a heart of shattered stoneAnorexia in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at the other girl, the one that's not alone
Girl with skin that glistens, with the eyes of crystal seas
Grin of shining diamonds and a laugh like a disease
Flashes just a glance and soon, she's every trouble's cure
She has everything… and No One's off to be like her.
Eating turns into a crime, she'd rather be away
Thrusting fingers down her throat to make herself okay
Watching as her very bones are seen behind her flesh
There she drowns in tears, for she has not yet seen success.
Minutes turn to hours, and these hours turn to days
Every moment slipping, slowly fading into grey
Rapidly, her body turns to nothing but her bones
As she fights for beauty, as she battles for the throne.
Broken hearts must learn to beat, and this she came to know
Learning it the hard way when her heartbeat grew too slow
Yet, she somehow managed still to shine from what's within
Lying in her casket with her hidden, unseen sin.
Final thoughts ins
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?
The Irony Of PerfectionOne who does not possess the gem of perfection sees himself but of a shadow of someone that is more, but yet renders clueless the plague he ceases to see upon him, for his imperfections sculpt him into a masterpiece all his own. The irony of perfection is only seen by the one who created himself perfect, his excellence in every lift of his finger and blink of his eye to bore him as he gains no further in what he used to value, in what his passion used to be but his love to vanish surprisingly as he preformed flawlessly to no where. Perfection creates nothing but bordom to build slowly as a sour scab on his soul, realizing he can go nowhere else but infront of a halting stop sign. He sighs as he watches his shadow build himself into more and more each day, longing to become what he was as if the shadow himself while the shadow builds only to become the possessor, unaware that he will soon wish to be his own shadow someday.The Irony Of Perfection in Free Verse More Like This
To contain them...Words are but emotion, finally contained.To contain them... in Free Verse More Like This
~My six word story
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.
Stupid BlondeWhy, yes.Stupid Blonde in Free Verse More Like This
I do pick up books.
And thank you for thinking I hold them upside down or I can't even finish the first page.
I do math.
And thank you for thinking I can't long divide or that numbers shave my mind blank.
I can write.
And, again, thank you for thinking I can't use a pen or that I <rite tings liek dis>
Why dont you take a label maker and slap it right on my forehead? All to see and all to share?
Maybe a pawn in your conversation, or ideas just easily ignored.
A voice filtered upon arrival and spilled down the drain to wash away, carried to a place where rubbish seals any whisper left to fade.
Voices become whispers, and whispers become the helpless echos of ideas shed free of a mind that is as fully functional as yours,
My friend, it is but you who label me with a permanent marker, that set my skys with the bleakest ink.
The Shams of What RemainsMorals are so hard to cling to,The Shams of What Remains in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When everyone's doing drugs.
Crimes are committed everywhere,
And everyone's a thug.
Being a virgin isn't a virtue,
You hide it away with shame.
Yet while all of drink and smoke,
Proudly I proclaim,
Alcohol, I know not the taste.
Smoking, I do scorn.
I shall not look,
While away you waste,
Looking so forlorn.
I am my own person,
And my morals I hold dear.
I quietly sit at home,
While my friends win "Stupidest Decision of the Year."
Though I'm not perfect,
And I'll never claim to be.
My peace of mind is worth it,
So I'll be true,
Do You?Every scar tells a story...Do You? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A cross for the time I doubted God,
Four down the middle,
Because three was odd.
One for the insults,
And how my heart breaks.
Seven for the time he was ripped away.
Eight for the time you left me alone,
Six for the time,
I lost my home.
My scars talk.
And you listen.
But you don't hear.
You don't hear,
My doubts and fears.
My insecurities and confusion,
They do not exist in your illusion.
I have been ripped away from what I need.
And what I need,
Is to grieve,
My scars tell a story.
I have a reason for what I do.
My scars tell a story.
But you don't hear,
How We Shall ChangeI choose ignorance;How We Shall Change in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I choose bliss.
The things you told me,
I do not miss.
I'm better now,
Because I'm alive.
What I heard from you,
Made it hard to survive.
My temper has changed,
My heart fixed;
It's pieces rearranged.
You asked me if I was blind;
I just chose not to look.
I used to read;
And YOU were my last book.
The Forbidden TruthShe soared like bird,The Forbidden Truth in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then dropped like a stone.
She wanted to be permanent,
But forgot that stones erode.
With nothing to hold onto,
Save for herself,
She left this life,
To search for something else.
She looked high,
She looked low.
She got lost,
She got slow.
She forgot who she was,
And who she wanted to be.
She kept on going,
And was lost at sea.
The moral, you ask?
The moral is this:
You're perfectly perfect;
You're your own bliss.
The Abdication of the ThroneCalling my name,The Abdication of the Throne in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Screaming for me to run towards you.
But I can't,
What should I do?
I want to run,
But is it right?
Should I stay?
Should I fight?
All my dreams,
My childish fears,
They live in my mind,
And escape through my tears.
I can't hold on,
I just want to fall.
I want run,
And escape over the wall.
I'm gonna let go;
I'm gonna fall down.
I have lost hope,
And deserted my crown.
Tinkerbell's PleaPretty fairy,Tinkerbell's Plea in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flits from tree to tree.
Can't see me.
Shine your light.
You are so bright.
I think I'll take you,
And put you in a jar.
Hide you away,
So very far.
No one else,
Will ever see,
The light you shine,
Only for me.
I'll conceal the beauty,
I have seen.
It will be as if,
You had never been.
Can't you see?
We Regret To Inform YouDear Claire,We Regret To Inform You in Emotional More Like This
We regret to inform you that as of 10:48, Thursday, 21 of March, your grandmother has passed away.
We regret to inform you that your application to University of Georgia School of Veterinary Science and Medicine has been rejected.
We regret to inform you that everything you've ever loved has slipped through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it.
We regret to inform you that you are nothing and will never be anything more than a pathetic piece of dust that clings to those who are better than you.
We do not regret to inform you that you are suicidal, depressing, depressive, insane, bipolar, have no friends, and will never ever be anything else.
From the deepest pit of our destroyed, shared soul, l
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,
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.
FrightmareThere's no monster,Frightmare in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Under the bed.
Just the shadows,
Playing with my head.
There's no zombie,
Behind the door.
Just my hallway,
There's no danger,
That lurks outside.
There's no need,
For me to run and hide.
Protecting me from all harm,
My kitten scampers away on a whim.
There's no way,
Monsters could get past him.
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?
You won't be another heartbreak.
Now cover up your black eye and fake a smile."
His past has formed who he is,
All he needs to change his ways is love and a tender kiss,
We can get past this because true love actually exists.
"I'm sorry for the blood and broke promises,
I swear it won't be like before,
A flood of love,
Followed up by punches."
I trust hi
IntruderDo you remember when you were an intruder?Intruder in Free Verse More Like This
When I attempted to banish you?
I did not have a clue that you were a part of me.
Eventually I gave up and let things be.
I no longer drown in you, I've learned how to swim,
I struggle to keep my head above the waves.
Before I knew it gradually I became your slave,
But I no longer fight for freedom.
Over time I have grown fond of you,
And no matter what I try to do,
I cannot survive without you and this hell.
You've grown to be my psychotic friend,
To the brutal end that is closer than before.
PillsHere's a pill for my broken heart,Pills in Free Verse More Like This
A pill for my body parts,
I can never again call holy.
One for each day where I slowly,
Die again, again, and again.
A few more for each jail visit,
A handful as an alternative for the razors that used to sit,
On my wrist.
Half a bottle for all of the lies.
A bit more just so I can get by.
The rest for all of the tears and blood shed.
Oops, I'm dead.