Everybody...We all fly off the rails, but live to tell the tale
Everybody misses a nail.
Dreams break like broken glass, but old dreams never last
Everybody takes off their cast.
We all decide too late, but thats just part of fate
Everybodys built on hate.
We all pretend to keep, all our flaws and lies asleep. But
Everybody cries and weeps.
You Can't Tell MeYou can't tell meYou Can't Tell Me in Free Verse More Like This
that my writing is wrong.
It might be for you
But for me it will live, forever strong
You can't tell me
that my words are not right.
They might not be prefect
But I'll still put up a fight
You can't tell me
my rhymes are too mix-matched.
Its just because they are not yours
To me they do not lack
You can't tell me
I did not try my best.
Who are you to evaluate?
Its not like its a test
You can't tell me
that I didn't follow a rule.
Creativity has no list
I think you are a fool
You can't tell me
that I didn't emote at all.
How can you tell me what I feel?
Its not like I'm a doll
You cant tell me
everything that I should.
How can you think you know everything?
And think you know whats "good"?
To contain them...Words are but emotion, finally contained.To contain them... in Free Verse More Like This
~My six word story
Between the stallsAmung the sinks and filthy tilesBetween the stalls in Free Verse More Like This
I stay between two dirty walls
I really just need to be here alone
No where but here amung the bathroom stalls.
As I sit upon the toilet lid
I can see the water between my knees
I glare into this toilet bowl
And all I find is a circular sea.
I watch as they drip again and again
The tears come streaming down my cheek
They fall into the bowl directly below
And vanish into the water so bleak.
This is the place I come to hide
This is the place I always go
Where theres a place I can be myself
And not my emotions' puppet show.
I hear the tap of my shoes echo the room
But its shushed asleep by the sound of the flush
This way I can drown my emotions dead
To finally get them to shut up and hush.
I use my sleeves to wipe my eyes
And walk out from between these walls
I walk with nothing but a smile to show
Like nothing happened, even at all
Keep RunningSomething broken, or something deadKeep Running in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and everything that was ever said
Punches, bruises, sticks and stones
and everything that broke my bones
to words they said would never hurt,
to a shoe that kicked my face with dirt
Yes, these tears are made by you
but even tears don't make lies true
Tears that dampened my pillow case
tell a story that you could never chase
and I'll keep running until I die
Because you'll never catch me, I'll watch you try
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.
Love is LuckDoesn’t it eat at your heartLove is Luck in Free Verse More Like This
that your perfect soul mate might not even be born yet
They might not be your age
They might not live on the same side of the earth as you
They could be half a world away
Or they could have just died
And you wouldn’t even know
That one person could have been that man who just walked by you yesterday
Or that girl you saw on the train last week
That’s the scary part
They could be so close
But yet they will always be so far
the person who you belong with could be a century away
Or a century gone by
The person you could laugh with the most
Admire the most
Love the most
Is someone you may never meet
Someone who you will never lay eyes upon
Never feel their touch
And you would never know
Who they are
And the way they could feel for you
And the warmth they could give you
And that’s what makes
RiverbendTransluscent lines of a river's foldRiverbend in Free Verse More Like This
Gems of blue and fish of gold
Shimmer and dance, the embrace of an old friend
Down the steady shores of a riverbend.
Smooth canoe tracks over gentle rides
Over gentle stones with a gentle glide
Gentle, gentle. Will these softened turns end?
Down the steady shores of a riverbend?
But is the river really steady?
Or maybe I'm just not ready
Skies are whispy and clouds in flame, is this pretend?
Down the steady shores of a riverbend?
These waters are always churning
Always flowing and always turning
With my future on a teater, on this brand new pend
Down the steady shores of a riverbend
I can't see past these rugged waves
Icecap tips, I'm the waters slave
How will I ever live, if my dreams cannot extend
Down the steady shores of a riverbend?
Familiar lines are washed and shed
Blue walls are now crashing instead
Is this really where I belong, where
Tell Me ThisOh, so you're not thin?Tell Me This in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me how you're ugly.
Oh, so your hair doesn't look good everyday?
Tell me whose does.
Oh, so you make mistakes?
Tell me who doesn't.
Oh, so you're not a model?
Tell me what the definition of beauty is.
Oh, so you aren't normal?
Tell me what "normal" is.
Oh, so you aren't good enough?
Tell me why.
Because there isn't a standard you need to reach to be yourself.
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
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?
I Have WalkedI have walked through hell.I Have Walked in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have pushed through its fires.
I have walked over needles and daggers with flaming arrows being fired.
I have walked through blizzards.
I have walked through freezing rain.
I have walked across thin ice and seen the cracks as it gives way.
I have walked over mountains.
I have felt their sharp edges.
I have stumbled over loose rocks and clung to the ledges.
I have walked the smooth paved roads,
And slipped on the smaller gravel paths too.
And felt the thorns tug at me as I pressed through the world to make a new.
But I have danced through meadows.
I have felt the soft grass underfoot.
The tingling of the summer sun and frolicked through brooks.
I have walked in light flurries.
Watched my footprints imprint in the gentle snow.
And I knew I’d left my mark behind, that my presence might affect someone not even known.
And I have marched into the deep oceans
I have walked through the swirling seas.
Only to emerge once again, complete and having faced a cha
Death's EmbraceDeath decided he loved me too much,Death's Embrace in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and called my name, reaching
out to take me with him.
My hand slipped out of yours
as I stretched for his embrace,
cool and soft to my touch.
I don’t regret my decision.
He loves me more than you ever did.
Trust No OneI need to know how to make this work out all by myself,Trust No One in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
because I've learned not to trust anyone with my happiness;
those closest to me always seem to drop it -- shatter me.
moonsongthe crescent moons bitten into my palmsmoonsong in Free Verse More Like This
break apart the hard worn lines written
there. a fortune teller told me
it was just a matter of time before my
universe crashed in on itself
and my stars ripped themselves apart.
your gray-sky-eyes swallowed me whole
and i fell down, down, down
while your piano key fingers played
my melody one last time.
clockwork mechanicshis heart ticks on; hisclockwork mechanics in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
clockwork fingers caress my
shooting starThe space betweenshooting star in Free Verse More Like This
each star is a tragedy
waiting to happen --
and you fall
from the sky
all too easily.
Let's Talk Writing: Issue 21Let's Talk Writing: Issue 21Let's Talk Writing: Issue 21 in Literature Features More Like This
Let's Talk Writing is my news article featuring five different writers that I've discovered here on deviantArt. It will be published every Friday. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to note me. I will take them into consideration (which means I'll most likely accept them.) Now, let's talk writing!
Writer #1: :iconsynesthi: Synesthi
What inspired you to start writing?
I was a big reader as a child, and my reading was well above grade-level (Shakespeare by seven, Pride and Prejudice by eight), so I often found that I didn't have materials to read that I wanted to read, especially while at school, where the options were much simpler and less interesting. So, I started writing my own stories as ways to keep myself entertained. If I couldn't find what I wanted to read, then I would just have to write it, wouldn't I?
the failed escape artistshe is a snowflake-skinned sighthe failed escape artist in Free Verse More Like This
floating on the winds of Eurus,
playing tic-tac-toe on her skin.
she always comes out the loser
standing on the road between
two worlds, she wonders when
she started to read the map wrong,
because this isn’t the
second star from the right.
she can burn the pictures,
but she can’t burn her memories.
and damn it,
her wanderlust is trying to
pull her up, up, and away
but the desolation is keeping
its slimy tentacle wrapped
around her ankle and
a super nova's roaryour breathing comes heavya super nova's roar in Free Verse More Like This
as you whisper in my ear:
"veni, vidi, vici,
your fingers tangle themselves
into my mane, sending
trapped stars careening into
the depths of the universe.
your mouth meets mine.
we explode into dark matter
as i caress your butterfly skin,
my unsheathed claws gliding down
your rope-tied spine.
constellations dance across my body
and super novae bloom in the cracks
beyond time where lips and skin meet.
we roar at the night sky
as we rise from the lapping waves.
omnis vir tigris,
but we are lions, ascending
to take our place among the stars.
To Us- Synesthesiai.To Us- Synesthesia in Free Verse More Like This
excites a burst
of color; an
tastes of mangoes;
caressing my senses.
your flavor is
all become a
"T" is crabby
and "I" worries.
"J" is strong
each number becomes
its own plane
all the numbers
becoming an army
of curvy rows,
a perfect pattern.
each and every one
a different hue,
a different shade,
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.
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
I don't care if you're Gay.It disappoints me how people thinkI don't care if you're Gay. in Free Verse More Like This
it's demeaning and disgusting for one
to love their own gender. How we
are encased and suffocated by the
chains of society's realms.
We have been brought up to believe
that a problematic equation would
be a gender in addition to the same
gender that it is ''weird'' for one
to embark on a relationship with
the same gender because it screams
and shrieks of abnormality.
I despise how people refer to being
''homosexual'' or a ''lesbian'' to be
disgraceful. The irony strikes me that
for a society that claims to be ''accepting,''
we have not made any progress
whatsoever in terms of same-gender
relationships, be it: boy and boy or
girl and girl.
Regardless of gender, they are all true
emotions. SO WHAT if a girl likes another
girl? SO WHAT if a boy likes another boy?
This is to our apparent ''accepting''
society that is refusing to acknowledge
how there is actually no abnormality in
Who are YOU to judge what is abnormal?
The HatterThe hatter worked in the soft glow of a candle which had been burning for hours. Its wax had begun spilling onto the beaten wooden workshop table, leaving a terrible smell of lard. He wouldn't have noticed though. As all hatters, he was immersed in his work. His fingers worked diligently, softly and gently pulling the needle, threading the material of the fabric together. As simple as a hat might sound to you, to him it was much more complex. A hat can say many things about a person in his opinion. How rich or poor. How dull or creative. How hard working or lethargic. The hatter smiled, flashing his purely white teeth as the last pieces and fabric were brought together. Beautiful, he thought. A sharp rap came on the door. His lips twitched in annoyance.The Hatter in Short Stories More Like This
"Come in." He sighed. The door opened, its rusted hinges creaking. He didn't bother to turn around, he could already feel his father's eyes pierce his back.
"The bathroom smelled of dye again Algernon." His father said in a m
Last Scream His breathing was so rapid by this point that it was the only thing he could hear. He couldn't hear his footsteps racing against the stone, the creak of his lantern, nor the ever so growing scream of the beast.Last Scream in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't so long ago that he had been sitting on the bank side with his friend, chatting oh so carelessly about how life was rolling along. They laughed at old memories of childhood and began constantly murmuring about their great ambitions. The friend had just received management of an old bank outside of Edinburgh, and he himself had just proposed to dear Marjorie, the daughter of a wealthy merchant. "La vie est belle." He remembered saying.
The sweat now plastered his dark hair to his face and burned his eyes. His lips were hard and chalked from dehydration. Oil from the lantern had spilled upon his fingers; burning and melting the skin so it clung to its rusted handle. At this moment, he no longer had any consci
I'm Sorry His face rubbed like sand paper against the violet carpet. The room was dim, lit only by a weaken candle. His hair was sprawled out everywhere, unkept into his traditonal braid. He was a mess.I'm Sorry in Short Stories More Like This
A quite and sweet voice called out to him. His head lifted slightly, as much as he could. A maiden was holding out her hand to him. She smiled at him.
He took her hand, trying to smile. On his feet, she giggled and held up her fingure and skipped away. He stood there empty. She came back holding a record. After setting on the stand, the scratch noise of an small orchestra played.
She took him and started to dance. He followed her steps, but truly was only stumbling back and forth. All he could do was stare at her face.
No longer was she soaked in blood. Her blonde hair flowed and her blue eyes twinkled. The fabric of her soft blue dress swayed with every moment she made. He stared to cry.
The Final PunishmentNo thoughts could enter his mind, but if he could wish for something, it would be for nothing at all. There was no longer any desire in his heart, for at last it's flame had dissolved in streams of blood it had ignored. The monster inside him was gone, as too himself.The Final Punishment in Short Stories More Like This
Their grip tighten around his wrist, and they pulled him forward deeper against the stone pavement. He could feel the glares of the imperial guard intense with hatred run across his browned bare back and almost singe his white speckled wings to pieces. Their powder white uniform were purelessly clean, the buttons reflecting the high noon sun also evilly.
Thrown onto the silver platform, guards surrounded his busily clicking chains around his feet, hands, and finally his neck. Ropes rubbed angrily against his feathers, and a few fell to the ground sparingly. He looked up into the face of his undiscovered equal.
People of White called him their steel hero; People of Red called him the brutal monster. His eyes were black as
Goodbye AliceInitially, I thought there would be a lot more great deal of pain when it came to dying. But in the end, it only was an intense heavy and numb feeling, almost like you were hit in the head with a large block of ice. The only notion really that I was really even dying was the metallic taste in my mouth, and the haze in my eyes. I looked at her, her young girlish features tainted by the splatter of my blood. Her eyes remained opened, as if she were to be strangled, and her mouth twitched wildly, most likely from shock. It was sad that that was going to be the expression she wore the last time I saw her. I really don't think I had ever seen anyone as scared as she was at that moment, and if I had had time to reflect on it, I would have been frightened too. With a great jolt, I felt the muscles in my body let go, giving up on my hope. As I fell on top of her, I managed to whisper,Goodbye Alice in Short Stories More Like This
MuteHer scarlet lips were lies hidden underneath her beauty. All men that saw her fell in love with her for that fact. Never did she utter a word though, believed that from birth the her voice had been stolen away. Many asked her for her hand in marriage, but were all refused with a silent shake of her head.Mute in Short Stories More Like This
Her father was poor, the owner of a inn. Many people the girl saw pass through the inn everyday as she cleaned the tables. People with strange faces and names, unusual vibrant colors of hair and clothing. Those where her favorite people.
One day, as she sat on the stairs reading, her father came to her with a guest. "This is William Hearthway, he will be staying with us for a couple of days, maybe a week or two, can you lead him to his room?" The boy was one with beautiful blue hair, pulled back and tied with a ribbon. His eyes were dull and distant.
"I'm sorry to be a bother, I was struck with an illness when I was a young boy, the fever took away my sight. You'll have to lead me by h
Best FriendI tend to play with it a lot. My fingers run across it's ridges and bends. It still smelled like the ocean, a scent that without it, I probably would of forgotten. I find it funny, how it rolls around in my hand, almost like it wants to run away, but don't we all? It's so small. So meaningful. A gift from a friend, a best friend.Best Friend in Short Stories More Like This
We were at the shore, hiding from the lady who always gave the children spankings. It was a great place for us to hide, for we both loved the sound of the water lapping the beach. She laughed as we built small houses out of the sand, only to be destroyed within moments of their creation by the incoming waves. That's when she found it. A shell, white as anything seemed to get in the foggy sunless coast line.
She loved that shell so much. It always had a safe home in her pocket, with no fear of getting lost or abandoned. She carried it for three years before that one day. The day she left.
I should have been happy for her, a new home with new parents, but I wasn
The White RabbitIt's a hard thing to forget, the day your father dies. I was only eight when mine passed away. I remember, me and Copper had been playing with the new wooden swords we had gotten the day before. I didn't care much for them, but Copper did for obvious reasons.The White Rabbit in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey! That's not fair!" I squeaked as I looked up at Copper, who wore a sly smile. The sword was pointed at my throat and his foot laid on my chest. He had won...again.
"All is fair in the heat of combat." Copper replied taking his foot off me and helping me back up. "As long as we treat each other as equals no matter the loses." He smiled, what you would expect from a general's son.
"We're children Copper, I really don't find this necessary in a game of war." I replied a little irritated. My overly long white rabbit ears which I had not yet grown into ticked back in annoyance.
"Oh come on! You'll win eventually! I'll teach you some tricks. I don't want anything to happen to you when we're on the battle field when we're older."
Gift for MechanicMochaThe little pink haired tsundere sat on the fuzzy carpet, her tiny little pout consuming her face. In her hands was a small green plate with only a fork and reminiscents of a carrot cake. She deeply missed that petite slice of cake, but there was no way she was going to stand back to get more. A tear began to swelled up in her left eye.Gift for MechanicMocha in Short Stories More Like This
"But it's not...not," she shuttered, "Fair!" The tsundere started sobbing and her ears flopped over in sadness. She ignored the sounds of scuffling as others walked into the room at her commotion and their numerous questions.
"Niahime-chan! What's wrong Niahime?" Was the main thing that remained unanswered by her sobs, but it only took them a couple moments to realize what had happened. Something plopped onto Niahime plate with a thud.
She opened her eyes and her sobs ended with a halt, almost making people question whether they were actually real. Another delicious piece of carrot cake stood on her plate, much bigger than the piece she had had bef
The CarverHe barely touched her skin as his paint brush gently floated above. The paint so carefully finished the designs that made up her eyes. The artisan straightened his back from its hunched position that it had been in for days, if you didn't count the moment he needed to refill or sharpen his tools. He stared down at his masterpiece, his steel blue eyes inspecting every crevice of her body. Perfect. Not a single default in the crafting.The Carver in Short Stories More Like This
Only from an arm's length away would you notice her bodies still rigidness, or the very acute gloss of her skin. That it was only but a wood figure, skillfully carved and painted into a young women of large deep brown eyes and dark mahogany hair. It was almost her, he thought silently. The shack of a house they inhabited then shook violently with the thunder of a canon. His eyebrows scrunched. The battlefield was getting close.
"How are you my dear. It's been a long time." He whispered quietly. "Elisabeth." His calloused fingers ran o
Angel of DeathAngel of DeathAngel of Death in Free Verse More Like This
The angel of death is waiting for the lost souls
She plays beautiful music on her violin
To enchant these troubled spirits
It will guide them to the other side
From earth into heaven
The angels are at the gates of heaven
They are ready to greet them
For some the journey has been long and painful
Death may have have been a release
These are the lost souls
Who suffered on earth
They hear the beautiful music
And feel safe and secure
They have finally found eternal peace
Your time will come soon
Let the music guide you
And you will find your way into heaven
Graveyard GirlGraveyard GirlGraveyard Girl in Free Verse More Like This
The graveyard girl walked through the cemetery
She felt at home among the spirits and grave stones
She was dressed in black with purple lips
She had a book by Mary Shelley in her hands
It was called Matilda
She liked to read gothic literature
She enjoyed William Blake and Edgar Allan Poe
She would spend hours in the graveyard
She would take her easel and watercolours
And paint the dark surroundings
She also liked to write poetry
She would write about death and madness
She went to the Zombie Club on a Saturday Night
And met up with her friends
They liked Evanescence and Within Temptation
They all dressed in black
And loved the dark side of life
One Saturday night she did not turn up at the Zombie Club
She had taken her own life
She had cut her wrists in the cemetery
That was her final resting place
She was now one of the spirits
We all remember the graveyard girl
King of the DispossessedKing of the DispossessedKing of the Dispossessed in Free Verse More Like This
He was known as the king of the dispossessed
He was a pop star who had lived on the streets
He was a voice for the lonely and homeless
He told tales about drugs and intimidation
He sang songs about living rough
He had run away from home as a teenager
He had a drug addict
But he also had a gift for music
He spent his days writing music
He went to a clinic to kick his drug habit
He started busking on the streets
A record producer saw him perform
And offered him a recording contract
The rest is history
He had top ten albums
And made millions of dollars
But he remembered his past
And supported Shelter, a charity for the homeless
He often spoke to people on the street
And tried to give them help and advice
Everybody thought he was a kind and considerate fellow
With a heart of gold
His place in heaven is assured
He is the king of the dispossessed
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine in Free Verse More Like This
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."
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
The Story of a Homeless Young GirlThere she lies on dirty pillowsThe Story of a Homeless Young Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Scratching the bottoms of sidewalks
Some people wish for a house made of gold
Well, she just wishes for a home.
Some people wish for a lovely dinner
While she simply wishes for a meal.
But a smile lies
On her innocent face
For she does not yet know greed.
Keep in mind the girl's young age
Her innocence toward anger and rage.
A girl with the eyes filled with silent pain
But nevertheless, a smile on her face.
One day a man came about
And offered her something to eat.
Two apples and a bread of wheat.
She took some bread crumbs and gave them to the birds
Without crying a tear or saying a word.
So she split what remained of the bread right in two
And gave him one of the fruit.
"Let's share it," she said, with a grin on her face
"For there's nobody else willing to."
Falling ButterfliesThere lies a girl in a forest so deadFalling Butterflies in Free Verse More Like This
With a thought, just a thought, living inside her head
A thought of a world with no furious knights
A world with a dream in the darkest of nights
There lies a girl with a thought in her mind
Something the others simply left behind
A thought of a world of imagination
Where everyone lives in their own creations
A girl living in an imaginary place
With fire in the rain and a smile on her face
There lies a girl with a new point of view...
There lies a girl looking up towards you
There lies a girl, with a knife in her flesh
Life was not a place filled with happiness
What was the point of surviving at all
If every butterfly flies only to fall?
It BeginsOnce upon a fairy tale within a world so deadIt Begins in Free Verse More Like This
Lies a broken woman with a thought inside her head
Grab the knife and let it sink into your aching skin
Start to feel the pain again and slowly it begins...
To some people.To some people, it’s called breathing.To some people. in Free Verse More Like This
To me, it’s called inhaling poison,
Which drenches my lungs and sinks into my bones
And melts into my mind.
To some people, it’s called anxiety.
To me, it’s called an unbearable shakiness in my soul
The nervousness preventing my from ever escaping
This disease in my heart.
To some people, it’s called living.
To me, it’s called never being able to run away.
Never being able to truly go, truly leave.
To me, it’s called being caught in a nightmare,
While struggling to dream.
Chasing a mystery with no solution.
Escaping your own sanity to reach more sanity,
Freeing yourself from your happiness to find more happiness.
To some people, it’s called life.
There’s no such thing.
Daddy, Please Daddy....Daddy, don't lie to me, I wanna knowDaddy, Please Daddy.... in Free Verse More Like This
Where is she hiding, and why did she go?
Daddy, don't lie to me, please, pretty please
It's like I can hear her voice within the breeze.
Daddy, don't lie to me, where did she run?
Daddy, I know all the things you have done.
Daddy, don't lie to me, I've seen her scars
Hidden from me like the faraway stars.
Daddy, don't tell me, I don't wanna hear
I'm hoping these thoughts are just worries, just fears.
Daddy, don't tell me, I can't stand the facts
I just wanna think this is some silly act.
Daddy, I love you, you know this is true
But honestly, why do you do what you do?
Daddy, I saw you when you pushed her down
She screamed and she cried, and you made not a sound.
Daddy, I saw you when you stabbed her back
She fell to the floor and again, you attacked.
Daddy, I saw when you stole her goodbyes
And Daddy, I saw when you silenced her cries.
Daddy, don't lie to me, I know the truth...
You hurt her, you killed her, you've darkened my youth.
Daddy, don't hu
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 blood and a tear
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.
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,Canvas in Free Verse More Like This
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.
Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.
Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
Like BreathingYour Kiss..Like Breathing in Concrete Poetry More Like This
One is just not enough
For it puts me in a rare bliss
Going without it, is just so rough
For every time I see you
I just want to kiss you, its just so hard to resist
Because its all I want to do
For that one time we had kissed...
Was like a drug, so addicting
But also like breathing so natural
Why is it so contradicting
I just hope these feelings are mutual
For all I want now is your kiss
I Wish to Run AwayI want to run awayI Wish to Run Away in Concrete Poetry More Like This
For where I am holds to much heartbreak
So much that it leaves me in pure dismay
This is why I need to leave for my sanity's sake
I wish to run to a place unknown
Where noone knows my name nor my past
So I can finally bury the past under stone
And have a smile that lasts
Because noone would judge me on past mistakes
This is why I wish to leave
Because to have a fresh start I would do whatever it takes
What is this?My heart poundsWhat is this? in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Im so nervous
That my voice barely sounds
Most say my emotions are frivolous
But I hardly listen
For your voice is the only one I hear
yours is the only one that glistens
My emotions fly when you are near...
What is this?
I do not know
but somehow all I want is your kiss
and without it I feel so low
What is this?
DragonWhile sitting in the woods one dayDragon in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Spotted, I did, a beast with scales of a silver tint
Fear and wonder coursed through my veins
I stayed frozen in my stance, and not a word did I say
As it moved close, I swore I could see its eyes glint
Its eyes were as dark as clouds of rain
And when I thought it would attack
It stopped and froze just as I
And to this day, I still doubt what happened after
It bowed its head in a symbol of friendship, when it did my fear did crack
The creature lowered its wings and urged me onto its back, and then we began to fly
We flew so high and fast that the wind around us sounded like laughter
But sadly we had to land and bid adieu...
But to my friend I swore we would meet again another day
Magic.Magic.Magic. in Free Verse More Like This
The voices in the wind.
The shiver down your spine.
The sparkle in the eye.
The whispers in the trees
It is Magic.
The forgiveness out of anger.
The strength out of weakness.
The light from darkness.
The life out of death.
It is Magic.
Feel.You can`t.Feel. in Free Verse More Like This
You can`t feel what I felt.
Rip out your heart.
Pull out your spine
Tear yourself apart.
Then you`ll come close.
That`s how you made me feel.
With your words.
They reached inside me.
pierced my soul.
But now it`s different.
I have the chance
to tear you apart.
But I don`t.
It would mean being like you.
But I want to live.
So I forgive instead.
Go away.Go away.Go away. in Free Verse More Like This
Leave me alone.
Why won`t you go.
I hate you.
I don`t want to talk.
I said go.
You always do this.
You always pick these moments.
It`s your fault.
I blame you.
I just don`t want to talk about it.
I don`t want to think about it.
I`m not fine.
Please don`t go.
I need to tell you something.
NightmareWelcome to my nightmareNightmare in Free Verse More Like This
Welcome to the darkness
Within my mind
A place where hope is lost
Love is a dream
And joy doesn't exist
A place where pain rules over all
Suffering is a must
And demons are everywhere
A place where life is meaningless
The living dance with the dead
And insanity is imminent
A place where the voices in your head
Never stop haunting you
And all the memories overflow your mind
A place locked within me
Growing in secrecy
Until the day I can take it no more
Welcome to my personal Hell...
Kill meKing of the damnedKill me in Free Verse More Like This
I can't live like that
Leave me to die
Let this nightmare end
My friend, please
End my life
You call meYou call me a freakYou call me in Free Verse More Like This
I say I'm unique
You call me crazy
I say sanity is overrated
You call me a sissy
I say I'm sensitive
And proud of it
You call me depressed
I say it's true
But I'm not ashamed of it
A hint of happinessBetween the pebblesA hint of happiness in Free Verse More Like This
A little flower emerges
Giving some hapiness
To this place of sadness
ShardsBroken glassShards in Free Verse More Like This
All over the floor
Looking back at me
From each one of them
Each shiny piece
A memory of the past
Each sharp edge
A pain I had to endure
These are the shards
The shards of my broken life
And my destiny
Is to spend eternity
Making it whole again
The last doorA long empty corridorThe last door in Free Verse More Like This
Leading to a black door
I try the door
But it's locked
I look back
But I see nothing
Forward is the only way
But that way is blocked
I know there's light
Right on the other side
So I won't rest
Until this door is open
In the darkI am the creatureIn the dark in Free Verse More Like This
Who lurks in the dark
The one you never notice
But who's always there
Just observing the world
Without really understanding it
And waiting for the day
The day you notice me
And invite me into the light
The ChoiceA heroic deathThe Choice in Free Verse More Like This
A life in fear
The toughest choice
One has to make