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AsylumWho are you?Asylum in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you?
What... are you?
The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Trapping you
Drowning you.
Who are you?
Certainly not
yourself.
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.
Where are you?
Certainly not
home.
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.
What are you?
Certainly not
wanted.
Obviously not
needed.
Blood, scars, wounds.
Pain.
Torture.
All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...
Once Upon a NightmareOnce upon a mysteryOnce Upon a Nightmare in Free Verse More Like This
Once upon a crime
Once upon a lullaby
Once upon a rhyme
Once upon a thunderstorm
Once upon a lie
Because every nightmare tends to start
With once upon a time.
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive ten
What Happened?I used to think make upWhat Happened? in Free Verse More Like This
Made people ugly.
Now I think I'm ugly without it.
I used to think people
Always loved me.
Now I think everyone hates me.
I used to think everybody
Was my best friend.
Now I think no one truly is.
I used to think
Boys were icky!
Now I wish I had one.
What happened to being
Happy?
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…
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.
Me.Anorexic.Me. in Free Verse More Like This
Obese.
Funny.
Stupid.
Idiotic.
Retarded.
Lame.
Emo.
Scene.
Slut.
Disgusting.
Attention seeker.
Obsessive.
Label.
Stereotype.
...
Me.
The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a godThe Face At The Door in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
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
SchizophreniaShh.Schizophrenia in Free Verse More Like This
They're listening.
Look behind you.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
In again.
Faster.
Faster.
Stop.
"Are you okay?"
I'm dying.
"I'm fine."
Shapes, forms, bodies, animals, plants
Shifting, moving, being
Watching
Staring.
"What's wrong with you?"
Everything.
"Nothing."
Freak.
You're a freak.
No one wants you.
You should kill yourself, let them out of their misery
Do it
Quick.
Now.
Or we'll do the job for you.
"You're crazy."
I know.
"They're fake, you know."
No they're not.
"What are you doing?"
I'm shaking.
I'm dying.
This is how I live.
Save me
Save me, from the monsters, the shadows
Save me
"What can I do?"
You can stop.
You can stop bein
What Is Love? A little over six months ago, a boy who was interested in me at the time asked me what I thought love was. "What do you think love means? What does being in love mean to you?" he asked. Of course, the first thing that came to my mind was a face. Not his face. Someone else's face. Someone I'd been trying to convince myself I hadn't been in love with for the past six months.What Is Love? in Philosophical More Like This
I didn't tell him what immediately popped into my head, although I did answer him. And I answered him honestly. "Love is wanting to be with someone all the time," I replied. "Love is the pain you feel when that person is gone for even five minutes." I rattle
Love is..Love is in the small thingsLove is.. in Free Verse More Like This
that fill the details of you
They are the great gifts
You give me every day
No expansive things
I don't care about
But the small touch
You give me every day
Love is small
which makes it big
It's all the details
combined into you
Love is this feeling inside
Every time I think of you
The Scar Project: Pretty girl no moreYou see the scars all over her bodyThe Scar Project: Pretty girl no more in Free Verse More Like This
Flames raged, her body ablaze
"You're ugly", is all she heard
Even before her body burned.
This stupid nose, those sharp ears
freckles on her face, fire on her head.
Ginger hair down to her hips,
resting on a small waist
She was grand, she was pretty
but not inside here own mind.
She had the will, she had the fuel,
and the lighter to ignite
Now we see the scars on the outside,
but the deepest she still does hide.
The Scar Project: You're not so tough.You see the scars on his armThe Scar Project: You're not so tough. in Free Verse More Like This
Where he slid across the tarmac.
He was so tough on his fast bike
he was cool, but tried to take his life
His mother threw him out
when he didn't give her liquor
He has seen his family destroyed
by his drunk, abusive Mom
But every day on school
he always acted cool
Now he's not so tough
his mind has had enough
We see the scars on his arm
but still not those that matter.
The Scar Project: Heavy BurdenYou see the scars which are her knees.The Scar Project: Heavy Burden in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With which she fell upon the floor.
Her dad picked her up again
his body wanted more.
"Go make daddy happy."
her body beyond sore
Again she tried and tried and tried
and again she fell upon the floor.
When she couldn't do it
he hit her with the door.
She fell hard upon her knees
of the heavy burden she bore
Why does she still live?
Where is she doing it for?
You can see her scarred knees
but not those in her core.
The Scar Project: Not Deep EnoughYou see the scars on her legsThe Scar Project: Not Deep Enough in Free Verse More Like This
Which she has cut so many times.
She tried and tried,
but couldn't cut them off.
If her little sister couldn't walk
then why should she be able to?
She cut and cut,
but not deep enough.
She couldn't cut them off
and her sister still can't walk.
You see the scars on her legs,
but she thinks she didn't try enough
Comfort in my lifeHave I ever known real comfortComfort in my life in Free Verse More Like This
Apart from here in your arms?
I felt alone so many times
With no one who cared about me
What is comfort with you for me?
It is not the warmth your body gives me
It is not the softness of your lap
It is not the stroke of your hand through my hair
It is not the kiss you give my lips
It is that you want to comfort me
That you throw your arms around me
That you are the first who ever did that
That you love and accept me
You comfort me with your presence
With the simple care you give me
All the things which are not the comfort
But the expression of the feeling
Of the feeling behind your eyes
As you
Angry at my mindSo it all comes down to thisAngry at my mind in Free Verse More Like This
this is all I get out of it
When you're not here
my dark thoughts come out
telling how I can lose you
how you will die
with me left behind
tears in my eyes
sorrow in my heart
left behind when I've finally found
what I've been looking for for so long
so afraid to lose what I've won
so afraid that I can't be happy
does my mind want me to be depressed?
that I never feel happiness
that I stay behind
Empty without youMy arms feel empty without youEmpty without you in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing gently pressed against me
No lips against mine
A kiss, still remembered
by my lips even now
Your taste still on them
Fair Elven MaidenHer long hair trailing behindFair Elven Maiden in Free Verse More Like This
the wind whispers in her ear
Bow drawn back, an arrow at the ready
The target in vision for some time
The arrow shot
right through the heart
it bled it all out
all the love it had
Is this real?Another thought and another goIs this real? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
just another in an endless flow
It never really stops
Another thought plops
Into a wondering mind
Some are rough, others kind
Think about that is around
With both your feet on the ground
Can you endure
Are you sure?
This is all that is real
Can you handle the real deal?
With all that you think about
Don't you ever really doubt
Is this it
Does it fit?
Is this real, or is this fantasy
What is real and what is fake?
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
No.
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
gods
and
chaos.
lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;lies, she wrote in Free Verse More Like This
uncompromisingly
desperate to shine.
ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
unworthy tongue.
iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.
iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.
v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending in Free Verse More Like This
[dragon's blood
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
[glass slippers
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
[enchanted forests
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
[cursed beasts
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
To my male halfYou’re the Ash to my Pikachu,To my male half in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the lenses to my frames.
Whenever the world’s gone mad,
your laugh takes away the pain.
Nerds must stick together,
like paper and glue.
I must have had good karma,
since I chanced upon finding you.
Through all the inside jokes,
and those awkward looks we get,
I’m fairly certain people think we’re crazy;
we’d be better off staying silent, I bet.
But where’s the fun in that?
Eccentric is simply what we’re meant to be!
These fools clearly cannot understand
how entertaining it is to be you and me.
So here’s to you, my dear friend;
my fellow forever Pokémon Tr
A Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji LimerickThe butler had decided enough was enough.A Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji Limerick in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His master’s manners were not up to snuff.
He resisted the urge to call the boy a brat,
for he was not allowed to keep his delightful cat.
Being a a child's manservant was certainly tough.
Briar Roseher soul is a roseBriar Rose in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
scarlet and full of sharp thorns
can she trim the barbs?
Heart of Iceshe wishes for a heart of iceHeart of Ice in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a heart to hide her fears
she wishes for a heart of ice
a heart to freeze her tears
but if her heart of ice meets fire
then perhaps it will thaw
for if her heart of ice meets fire
she will surely pour out her emotions raw
EeveelutionSo ordinary at first glance--just the type to be completely normal.Eeveelution in Free Verse More Like This
Yet you can become whatever you wish to be as easy as one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
You can be a siren of the sea, as noble yet deadly as the ocean waves itself.
You can be a burning ball of fiery passion, to which nothing can put out your flames.
You can be a thunderstorm on the horizon, quick as lightning and just as shocking.
You can be the sun, elegant and graceful in your clairvoyant ways.
You can be the moon, mysterious as you hide away in your shadowy nature.
You can be as calm as the forest, serene and sharp as a blade of grass.
You can be as frigid
HellfireYou see her nonsensical whims and think to yourself,Hellfire in Free Verse More Like This
"nothing but a simpler state of mind."
Yet —
She hides behind an ivory mask,
skeleton smiles
and torpid mirth;
Radioactive sulfuric masses of artificial
crystalline lips upturned in an adamant curve.
Laughter echoing throughout hollow bones, concave and
just as empty as the cartilage ensnaring the vacant
smirk.
You can't fathom the netherworld tucked deep in her translucent limbs;
nor comprehend the frenzied howls from the fangs of a decaying Cerberus.
For when you will at last board Charon's ferry and float down the conflagrant waters of
Styx, regarding her perched upon a thro
lost.Wandering,lost. in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for your voice to
reach out for mine.
Fingertips of satin,
caressing the confines of my
soul;
whispering a thousand constellations to my waning sanity.
Promises upon promises,
mosaic labyrinths etched into mutilated
flesh.
Trembling lips — July's blasphemous sun
lingering above December's intangible moon,
and these looking-glass limbs scream for your
tongue to shatter me into one million
pieces.
Rose eyelashes; iron thorns and liquid petals
flutter open to the dull luster of our
salt-licked sarcophagus—
and in the end, your nebula fades away
in the disintegrating morning, just like my [heart] broken
heart.
Fuck offI hide my scarsFuck off in Free Verse More Like This
But still I want
Someone to find them
And help me out.
A silent cry
Scream for help
I don't know what to do
I'm fucking lost.
Starving myself
Really don't know why
For others to notice?
Or to feel beautiful inside?
Blood and bones
Butterflies and scars
Pale and thin
We're born to die.
A poem about loveLove consists out of painA poem about love in Free Verse More Like This
Love consists out of desire
Love is what I admire
Love always fights against my brain
Love is despising
Love is passion
Love is not a piece of fashion
Love is always surprising
None of these things are untrue
Love is enough to make one weep
That is love as it seems
Yet when I think of you
I simply can’t fall asleep
Since life is finally better, than in my own dreams
CourageEverybody will have one or multiple fears,Courage in Free Verse More Like This
Some of them can bring us to tears.
Our fears will never leave us,
A fear is something we will always possess.
When we face that which we fear,
Even if it's only once a year.
We might be scared to death,
Slowly trying to get control over our breath.
Our heart is beating at a much faster pace,
We might even try to maintain a straight face.
Someone who is courageous,
Even if what that person does might be outrageous.
Is somebody who still fears like you and me,
But who still dares to be and think free.
True courage is not hiding from your fear,
But to face your fear head on, even if you'
SuicidalBlood flows from our wrists,Suicidal in Free Verse More Like This
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?
The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?
Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.
There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.
Every one of us needs a helping hand,
Rain, Rain Go Away"Rain, Rain Go Away"Rain, Rain Go Away in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sun set as she walked away that day
And it rained and rained for days to come
He became used to gazing at skies of grey
But man oh man he sure did miss that sun
Day by day his light began to fade
As he thought "Dear God, what have I done?"
His own tears would mix with the rain
Because God Almighty he missed that sun
Meanwhile water continued to shower
Throughout this lonesome phase
Even droopy were those flowers
From the bouquet he made last May
He tried to cover his wounds
By changing on random nights
But the answer he already knew
No intensity would ever match that light
Everywhere he went, clouds followed alon
Stronger"Stronger"Stronger in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How does it feel to be erased?
How does it feel to be replaced?
Consumed by your inborn hate
You've made your grave in a lonesome fate
How does it feel to feel nothing at all?
How does it feel to stumble and crawl?
Not such a nice feeling now, is it?
Others may deem you as quite pathetic
I don't need your filth, your shame, your lies
And I found in time I did survive
I'm stronger now because I don't allow
People to walk over or break me down somehow
I don't need your trust, your eyes, your games
And in the end it was really such a shame
But I refuse to relate to the same mistakes
I don't allow myself to ache or break
I feel s
Avoid Drama"Avoid Drama"Avoid Drama in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How dare you spread such rumors
How dare you say such lies
How can I be pregnant?
I'm not a girl; I'm a guy!
Why would you think that?
Why would you fib
About people you don't know
Or things you never did?
He broke up with her
She cheated on him
Please don't get me involved
I don't know where to begin
So what if you never
Got asked out to the prom?
It only lasts one night
Then life will carry on
Every week there's someone
Fighting with a friend
Who hates who this week?
Please let this drama end
Because I'll never understand
Why people have to judge
Adding insult to injury
To hearts that never budge
What
Slow Dance“Slow Dance”Slow Dance in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With crowded people in a compact room
She feels more than ever alone
In her isolated corner building cocoons
She wished the party had been postponed
At least then she could have found a date
Or something more stylish to wear
Or perhaps even lose some weight
And find time to tease her hair
She observes the people dancing
And can feel the love in the air
But sadly no one is advancing
To this girl in tragic despair
She sees the alcohol to her left
Perhaps she should take a drink
This way her night she could forget
And no longer bother to think
About how miserable she has become
Or how her eyes have lost their glow
Eve
Take My Hand"Take My Hand"Take My Hand in Free Verse More Like This
Please take my hand
And look me in the eyes
Make me understand
That I wasn't born to die
Don't say those last words
Please don't say its time
I can not concur
Its not time to say goodbye
I feel broken and alone
On many, many nights
But you make me feel at home
Like the stars in the sky
I've watched the world change
I've seen people come and go
Longing to stay the same
But this is never so
Just when things are stable
And at least one step I can take
That's when the cables
Yet again always break
So don't make me sad
Let's run away and hide
And no matter how bad
Together we can cry
Don't bring me down
Tick-Tock"Tick-Tock"Tick-Tock in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tick-tock
The clock struck five
Another minute passed
Time controls our lives
Can I turn back the dials?
No one has to know
I'm just so very tired
Watching the time go
The clock doesn't care
An objects mocks our hearts
Numbers arranged in a circle
Could be wrong from the start
Tick-tock
Hours passing by
There's nowhere you can hide
Before it's time to die
Can I wake up?
Maybe it's a dream
Can I turn the hourglass around
And then go back to sleep?
The sand drips like water
Flowing freely in a space
Reminding sons and daughters
One day they'll be erased
Tick-tock
This noise is in my head
Not much longer now
I don't want to leav
Legacy"Legacy"Legacy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Listen to those tales
Gallant works of fiction
Buried scriptures hail
From our benedictions
They write the words they follow
Too tough to chew or swallow
Too broke to beg or borrow
So in pain they wallow
Often out of place
Like a miscast in a play
But in no way or case
Are they any less astray
The requiems they sing
In a massive, lonely choir
In hopes with joy they bring
And release straits so dire
But they're tired and in somber
Their hymns have grown quiet
In fortitude they wander
Onwards towards the riots
But who will calm them now?
Like thundering in a war
If only they could vow
And follow what they swore
Dare To Dream"Dare To Dream"Dare To Dream in Free Verse More Like This
Dare to dream of ships and kings
Of rings of gold and pleasant things
Of skies of blue for miles long
Of finding new ways to be strong
Dare to dream of fighting sharks
On a new life which you embark
By boat or plane or haunted train
Hurry now; it leaves today
Dare to dream of huge success
Of values and money to invest
And if to you now I may confess
I have dreamed of you to ease my stress
Dare to dream of happy times
Of worlds existing without crime
Of fountains of candy spewing drops
Of exotic tastes; it never stops
Dare to dream of great adventure
That you one day will find your treasure
Hidden beneath dep
Dream Like Kings"Dream Like Kings"Dream Like Kings in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When we dream we dream like kings
Kings with gold and diamond rings
Rings that shine from eye to eye
Eyes divine like massive shrines
In this land composed of sand
Sand as smooth as silky hands
Hands design these crafty plans
Plans that have such odd demands
They call for walls made of ore
Ore taken from the core
The core of which can not be seen
Seen by those who can not dream
They call for halls made of glass
Glass cut as sharp as grass
Grass as green as those jade rings
Found on hands of kings who dream
For war to cease and peace increased
Peace leased away to nations obese
In weapons, bombs, and viole
Secrets"Secrets"Secrets in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have secrets built up I just can not tell
Locked forever in my heart are where they will dwell
Though there are some to you I may one day share
I doubt many in the end would ever really care
Secrets about the world, philosophy, and stars
Secrets that will ignite flames in the dark
Secrets that will move oceans across lands
Secrets about God and the common man
So sometimes at night I talk to myself
Sharing feelings only I could have felt
Self-reflection helps me to heal
Because only I understand the way that I feel
We all have these secrets; some bigger than others
Some we share with friends and some with our mothers
Humble Mediocrity.I see the truth in your web of lies,Humble Mediocrity. in Free Verse More Like This
It's hard to see when you use your eyes.
Problem is, I'm a liar too.
I knew exactly where to look for you.
You're living one of your lies,
As you watch through the eyes,
Of humble mediocrity.
I'm here because someone has heard your plea.
You look at me and you scream for help,
Whilst saying nothing at all and not wanting to tell.
But that's not why I came,
I'm here because of what I became.
I came because I know what you can do,
Because I was once someone just like you.
I was once like you, living a lie.
Which is why I'm here - to silence your cry.
I came because you are a danger to me,
As you watch through your humble mediocrity.
Takes one to know one and I like my privacy,
So please forgive me because I am sorry.
As I look into your dead eyes,
With the potential to see through my lies.
I killed you for you saw my grand life as it really is
- Humble Mediocrity.
Denial.I know I'm in denial,Denial. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Saying I don't love her.
But I still say it all the while,
Because I have been hurt.
I know I should stop this,
I know I should just face it.
But I can't face up to this,
I can only run away from it.
I know that I still love her,
I would take her back in a heartbeat,
But as I can't have her,
I lie to myself, looking down at my feet.
I know that I still love her,
But Denial is my only friend.
Money can't buy happiness."Money can't buy happiness"Money can't buy happiness. in Free Verse More Like This
This is the old tale we all know so well,
The proof lies here in the tale I am about to tell.
There was once a beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.
Yet, although she had all this, she was miserable,
It's a sad truth, but then again, it's a sad tale.
She lost someone, it hurt her badly, it made her sad,
She'll be fine, but it hurts... She could be going mad.
But no, it was normal to hurt after such a loss,
There was a man to look after her, whatever the cost.
She was a proud, beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.
But on the inside, her heart was hurting,
The reason why this tale is so saddening.
She was rich, she was powerful, she had everything,
Yet she was about to break, just like anyone or anything.
This one is Mine.I see the look in your eye as you follow her around the room,This one is Mine. in Free Verse More Like This
I saw the poem you wrote, and told her she'd know whom.
Who it was for is what she asked, and walked off without a clue,
And you stared at her back whispering "I love you.".
Well, I'm going to be nice and give you a warning here,
This one is mine, and only mine, do I make myself clear?
I know she loves me more than words can express,
And I tell you, she is mine, that girl in that dress.
I read that poem, and I must tell you something,
I love her, and she loves me, for me she would do anything.
So, whatever you're waiting for, the right place, the right time?
Stop waiting, because I'm not letting go, I'm telling you. She's mine.
I'm going to cry.I'm going to cry for all I've lost,I'm going to cry. in Free Verse More Like This
And you can't or won't stop me.
I'm going to die for all I was,
And all you'll do is watch me.
I'm going to hide from you,
Afraid to show my weakness.
I would happily die for you,
But I still regret this.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these tears.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these fears.
I used to cause myself pain,
To make sure I still feel.
I'll do it now and again,
To make sure it's still real.
I'm going to cry for all I've lost,
And you can't stop me.
These tears I cry at my cost,
For once will flow freely.
Discarded.You cry for your sorrows and you bleed for your dreams,Discarded. in Free Verse More Like This
Just always remember, this world is not what it seems.
You can be the best of friends and then disappear,
They'll just discard you, I know it's hard to hear.
But this has happened enough to me,
It's all everyone's been doing recently.
So here I lie, discarded, fearing to stand up,
Because what waits just isn't worth getting up.
Thrown away and lying in a puddle of mud and blood,
All the other times I got up, and wiped off the mud.
But this time, as I lie here, broken and bloody,
I don't want to get up, I want to be a dead body.
I know getting up is inevitable, because I will never give in,
But I really just want to give up and say that "I'm done in."
My life is a tragedy.Analyse my life, tragedy or comedy?My life is a tragedy. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My hubris, the fatal flaw - love as an ideology.
Sure, it has it's moments, but that's just contrast,
The main characters die? Well, none of my friends last.
The main character nearly always dies?
Why does that come as no great surprise?
The death of an innocent has come and gone,
Showing that the ending has already begun.
My life has a few good moments, but lead to my downfall,
My hubris is always present, the start of love, for example.
It needs a contrast to highlight the bad and show it is bad,
Well, in my opinion my life is a tragedy, but maybe I'm mad?
Analyse this man's life from his poetry,
In your opinion, is it a tragedy or a comedy?
Irrelevant.You were changing, I saw it, but you didn't know,Irrelevant. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You changed from who I love to someone I don't know.
I wanted to see who I loved, so I tried my best,
And I saw her, fleetingly, hidden within your breast.
Now, I beseech you, if you've changed, then change,
Don't throw me away for nothing, that's beyond strange.
Don't torture me with the image, of the girl I still love,
Don't torture me with the image of an angel from above.
If you want to change, then please, do so,
Change into a girl that I don't want to know.
Just don't turn into the girl that I love again,
Because I cannot handle being thrown away again.
So if you want, then s
Leave me alone...Would've been six months today,Leave me alone... in Concrete Poetry More Like This
That's why I ignore your question.
The question "Is everything okay?",
Why even bother with that inquisition?
It's obvious that I'm not great,
Everyone knows the reason too.
Don't try cover it up, it's too late,
You're trying to hurt me, aren't you?
You're horrible people, all of you,
Why hurt me? What did I do?
You're evil to me, all of you,
I don't get how she can like you.
But that's not my problem anymore,
So, I'll leave you to her, she deserves you.
Armageddon.Yes, I still want you.Armageddon. in Free Verse More Like This
But do I still need you?
I need you like fire thirsts for water,
I need you like a cactus craves the sun.
I need you like a bird needs its wings clipped,
I need you as penance for all I have done.
Yet I still want you,
When your eyes are purgatory itself.
There is no passion in that fire,
But I want that simple burning hatred.
I need you like a child needs to plunge its hand into fire,
And yet you still glint and catch my eye and I want you.
I want you and need you,
Like I want and need the world to end.
You are my armageddon,
And your name is Jennifer.
Carry OnI like sharp things;Carry On in Free Verse More Like This
The way they shine
The way they hurt
The way they leave a red line.
I like to bleed;
The way it's red
They way it hurts
The way it washes out what they said.
I like to live;
The way it's wrong
The way it hurts
The way it tells me that I am strong.
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 sh
UselessI'm a cutterUseless in Free Verse More Like This
That's all I'll ever be
Once you've learnt that
Defining fact about me.
You'll call me mad
Assume that I'm sad
And that I want
Your help.
You'll check my arms
Only matters if you can see
But I can hide them
All over me.
You'll think I'm sick
Sick in the head
And that makes me feel
Like I want to be dead.
I don't do it
For attention
I don't do it
For a mention
I don't do it
To rebel.
I do it because of
The spell
That it's cast over me.
Elegy For Some Dead KidJust another face in the crowd,Elegy For Some Dead Kid in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trying to do his daddy proud.
Just another corpse and coffin,
A human loss to up Life's win.
Death's a party and life's a hospice,
No bed for rest, don't need no mattress.
Burn it all to ashes and back,
Stunning red and breath-taking black.
A pretty little girl rotting alive,
Only the damned here shall survive.
Tendrils of smoke around blonde curls,
Distorting beautiful bullets into hideous pearls.
A man dressed in his suit and tie,
Denying that his whole truth is a lie.
Living for hate and dying for love,
Sin fits him like a lead glove.
A darling dear baby dead before dawn,
Gone too soon to be
How You Saved MeWhen no one else listened,How You Saved Me in Free Verse More Like This
You let me cry to you,
When no one would talk to me,
Your words pulled me through.
When I lost all hope,
You found it for me,
When I couldn't take anymore,
You made me burden free.
When I felt hated,
You made me feel loved,
When I felt like a freak,
You knew how it felt to be shoved.
When I felt unwanted,
You made me feel important,
When I felt blotted out,
You would listen to me rant.
When I was on the brink of death,
You talked me down and pulled me through,
When I felt like I had no-one,
You made me realise that I have you.
Life Sucks, So DieI may not be nice,Life Sucks, So Die in Free Verse More Like This
I may not be kind,
But there is something
On my mind.
It is something
That I must share;
It is the reason
Why life isn't fair.
Life may not be kind,
Life may not be nice,
But it is what it is and that
Has to suffice.
We don't get a choice;
Life is just this
And we are forced to rejoice.
We must be thankful
For every and all
awesome and awful;
The rise and the fall.
It could be worse,
You could be in a hearse,
But what if that's what you want?
What if that's you're dream;
If it makes you smile and beam?
Then you're an outcast,
Reject,
Freak,
And the won't let you leave.
And your life just got worse.
Just One MoreIt's always just a little bit,Just One More in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just a little bit more
But deep down you know the score
Because there'll always be
Just one more.
Tell yourself whatever you want
Whatever you wanna hear
But deep down you'll always fear
That dangerous idea of
Just one more.
Lie to everyone 'til they see
'Til they see you for you
But deep down they'll never see through
'Cause there's that precious
Just one more.
Versa ViceHate is bitter love,Versa Vice in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And love is sweet hate.
Tell me, put that way round,
Which sounds more great?
Hurt is harsh happy,
And happy is soft hurt.
Tell me, put that way round,
Which would you rather curt?
Sad is rainy glee,
And glee is bright sad.
Tell me, put that way round,
Which would make you glad?
Fear is dark safe,
And safe is quiet fear.
Tell me, put that way round,
Which makes your heart sear?
Lie is bent truth,
And truth is harsh lie.
Tell me, put that way round,
Which would make you cry?
Death is sleepy life,
And life is painful death.
Tell me, put that way round,
Does it make you hate breath?
The Room Across the HallwayIt’s just the room across the hallway,The Room Across the Hallway in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Piled high with junk
And faraway thoughts,
Empty isolation
And forgotten retorts.
It’s just the room across the hallway,
It used to be hers
But then she went away,
No matter how hard
I’d beg and pray.
It’s just the room across the hallway,
I refuse to go in
Because ghosts of the past
Remind me of how life
Can never last.
It’s just the room across the hallway,
Damp up the walls,
We don’t talk about her,
Because it hurts more
To remember.
I’d rather just forget
And lose all the happy thoughts,
As well as all the regret
Of that room across the hallway.
Shooting Up On StarsThis all started when I's just a kid,Shooting Up On Stars in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I gave a damn 'bout what they did.
Here's my advice for you, young one;
You can't undo what someone else's done.
I take coffee same shade as my soul,
The same one I sold for rock'n'roll.
Well, Kid, if you can't learn in life,
Better make sure that you get it right.
Tonight, tonight,
I'll be your wish.
Just make sure you,
Understand this;
I'm not yours but you are mine,
So grab a ticket and get in line.
Oh look, Daddy, look who I've done,
Kid, this is the price for having fun.
I don't drugs but I'll shoot up on stars,
Taking me higher than shiny cars.
Oh look, Mummy, how's it up ther
HonestyTo anyone who wants to claim that 'reparative' therapy (to convert homosexuals to heterosexuals) should be legal for minors: at least be honest about what you support.Honesty in Philosophical More Like This
Systematically dehumanizing patients by telling them that they are dirty, broken, and shameful. Verbal abuse is a central part of the therapy.
Isolating patients from their friends and family and removing any methods of contact like phones and computers. Only approved people are allowed to be contacted at all. Phone calls are often monitered by therapists, violating any hope of privacy. Letters are read before being sent and, if the counselor does not approve of the cont
Judging JudgmentsAs a disclaimer, although I am directing this discussion to a Christian audience, I am aware that many people, not just Christians, have a problem with the concept of being judgmental. I have seen pro-gay advocates and atheists throw the "don't judge" bomb to shut down discussion as well as Christians. However, only in Christian circles have I heard the complaint that people are "intolerant of my intolerance." This concept is absurd and it has no place in productive conversation. Let me give an example of an incident I was recently involved in to illustrate.Judging Judgments in Philosophical More Like This
I saw a link on my friend's Facebook page mentioning Carrie Underwood's claim th
Polite Hate-speechI am writing this for the many friends, friends of friends, relatives, and acquaintances who feel attacked for their beliefs that homosexuality is wrong. I have heard the complaint more times than I can count from people I know, sometimes people I respect. Often it is directed at me. "It isn't wrong to politely voice my religious views," they say. "I have as much a right to them as you have to yours. What makes your opinions more valid than mine?"Polite Hate-speech in Philosophical More Like This
On the other hand, I will still condemn such statements as bigotry and even hate-speech. I claim they are hurtful, destructive, and socially unacceptable. Is that unreasonable? When is it a
Frustrated ChristianSometimes Christians baffle me. I'm talking about a very specific group of Christians... a group that is much more prevalent and numerous than I want to believe. They want to draw souls to themselves, but they sneer and spit poison when they think no one was listening. They dominate the charity scene, but they pick and choose which people are deserving of their help. Not content to just cling to their faith, they choose to cling just as tightly to their behaviors, insisting that God is leading them so their behavior is right, no matter what anyone says. If any of these describe you, my message is for you.Frustrated Christian in Philosophical More Like This
You are sent to mirror the imag
Modern MarriageThe debate on marriage is steeped in rhetoric, emotional speech, and vague references to tradition and precedent. Arguments are often made about the natural order of things, from the reproductive capability of male and female, to the occurrence of homosexuality in nature. The word is given many different definitions based on what each individual sees as a standard and motivation for marriage. So how do we untangle these things and understand what a proper modern definition is? Can it include same-sex couples?Modern Marriage in Philosophical More Like This
The first argument against gay marriage is that, traditionally, marriage has been defined as between a man and a woman and this s
Too Gay?I've been seeing quite a few people condemning gay folks for being "too open", trying to shove gayness in peoples' faces, and making gayness their defining characteristic. I can't speak for all gay people, but I have just a few things to say about this.Too Gay? in Philosophical More Like This
First, how can someone be too open or too forward about who they are? After all, being gay is nothing to be ashamed of. Our society has moved past that archaic idea. Thus, there is no reason should we feel we have to be careful and discreet about how much we reveal about our sexuality. I don't introduce myself with "hi, I'm Anna and I'm gay," but when conversations on relationships, poli
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