When I'm GoneI don’t want you to remember me.When I'm Gone in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t want you to think of me.
I don’t want you to hurt over me.
I don’t want you to dream of me.
I don’t want you to cry for me.
I don’t want you to miss me.
I don’t want you to love me.
I don’t want you
The reason I stopped tryingI'm just going to stop trying.The reason I stopped trying in Free Verse More Like This
Because you'll never understand.
I carry dreams inside a fist
While you hold cruelty in your hand.
I'm just going to stop trying.
Because I've been through so much hate
I've been through knives and ropes and scars
And wounds and blood and blades.
I'm just going to stop trying.
Because through all I've had to do..
The ignorance of people
Is the worst thing I've been through.
I'm just going to stop trying.
And you want to know the truth?
The reason I've stopped trying
Is because of those like
I'll Just Say What's On My Mind...I’ll just say what’s on my mindI'll Just Say What's On My Mind... in Free Verse More Like This
For everyone to hate.
I used to cry myself to sleep
And slice my skin with blades.
I wrapped a belt around my neck
In hopes of lifelessness,
And after failing even that,
I remained emotionless.
My mother used to cry all day
And my dad used to be ill.
My sister attempted suicide
By swallowing the pill.
My mother tried to kill herself
And we almost watched her fall.
She swallowed gulps of whiskey
And she blamed me for it all.
I have hallucinations,
And delusions, and depression
And fighting my own demons
Has become a slight obsession.
I’ll just say what’s on my mind
For everyone to see.
This is who I am, and hey!
I’m still okay with me.
My Scars Prove You Wrong (original song)Scars on the surface, on my skinMy Scars Prove You Wrong (original song) in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Look at the wounds to know, where i've been
Throwing me against, my own walls
But I've learned to fly, when i fall
And I know my scars are only on the surface
And I know that I, I, I am not worthless
No matter how they break me, i'm unbreakable
No matter how they hurt me, i'm invincible
You know a heart
Keeps on bleeding
When it breaks it goes on beating
I, I'll keep on keeping on
'Cause my scars prove you, wrong.
Black, White, and Red.You watched me melt into a dark surface.Black, White, and Red. in Free Verse More Like This
Black paint upon the skies,
Stars sprinkled among the canvas.
Moonlight, shining from the corner of your eye.
Atramentous areas surround me.
Fog blankets the land,
Letters written to me in charcoal.
You’ve painted the world,
Bright lights shining in my face.
Bleached eyes, staring back at me.
A world so empty, so dull.
The silver blade sinks into my neck.
I’ve painted my skin,
Upon my doorstep.
Whispers dance among my
Fire burns bright,
Flames upon roses
And causing blisters along our skin.
Warmth melting into our souls.
A knife slices through my flesh,
As blood drips down my shoulders.
You’ve painted my world, black.
I’ve painted my skin, white.
And I've splattered the walls with red.
Magic WandDragons fly through poison skies, their whispers in the windMagic Wand in Free Verse More Like This
Ladybugs in black sandcastles, scratches on your skin
Hopscotch over quicksand, and a castle made of dirt
Shining silver crowns and dancing 'round in spinning skirts
Bloody, ruined princesses locked up in towers tall
Watching as the prince quickly begins to fall
Slowly, as the innocence does take her darling life
Please do watch now, as the magic wand becomes a knife...
Love AgainHear my worries, fear my criesLove Again in Free Verse More Like This
Dread the whispered lullabies
Drown beneath the spinning skies
Feel the truth you can't deny
Taste the blood upon your tongue
Feel the poison fill your lungs
I am she who lies among
Those who know where things belong
Feel the weapons kiss your skin
Listen to the screeching wind
See my power, watch me win…
And never fall in love again…
Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?Mind, oh Mind in Free Verse More Like This
So much to be sad about, so much that could be
Going wrong for everyone, going wrong for you.
Smiley face, smiley face, don't you feel it too?
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever tell?
So much could be going great, going oh so well
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever see?
Life is spend much better when your thinking thoughts of glee.
Mind, oh mind, why can't you agree?
Thinking everything at once is slowly killing me...
In My MindI like to talk to my best friendsIn My Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Whenever i'm feeling down.
A precious lick of happiness
From their sweet and lovely sound.
I cry the tears of melancholy
Upon their reliable shoulders
A kiss among my scars
As the night grows colder.
A feeling of pure pulchritude
As our friendship does prove true
Yes, i confide in my best friend
If only you could hear them, too.
On To Dead Little GirlsSpiders hang from threads made of shadows.On To Dead Little Girls in Free Verse More Like This
Blood dripping from his tongue,
Silence flooding the sky.
He’s pouring salt along open wounds,
Bandaging them with dust,
Disinfecting with poison.
Black roses on a coffin
For a small little girl
In a pale pink dress
And cuts along her
Frozen clocks begin to move
The sun has risen,
Early morning light
Shining brightly in the sky.
He walks to the graveyard,
Setting white daisies on
The little girl’s
Days go by,
And he sits there.
Tearing petals off the flowers,
And a butterfly lands on one daisy.
He crawls on his hands and knees,
Holes in his clothes,
Dirt on his fingers.
He tickles the butterfly
And treasures it until it dies.
For the best thing to do
Is rip off the wings of a butterfly…
And sew them onto dead little girls.
Tears Crimson tears were all she cried. They fell to stain the dirty carpet of her room. It was all she could do to forget--or was she simply fighting the comfort of feeling? Her brother was dead. Her sister also; she died in her arms--the poor fragile thing. She had tried to stop them but in the end the only gain had been more scars, and blood which was not her own. And then they had raped her there in her sister's blood. Her father was beating her mother when he wasn't drunk, and beating her when he was. Her mother blamed her, continually reminding her that she had ruined this family and caused the death of her siblings--nobody would even say 'murder'. But she couldn't leave, and that's what no one understood; she just couldn't.Tears in Short Stories More Like This
I don't want to die--
I want to feel alive.
Her eyes were dry and she wept all the more, the dirty-yellow streetlamp outside the window casting an ugly yellow glow onto the floor in front of her. Oh
Why to PoetryI really don't like writing poetry.Why to Poetry in Free Verse More Like This
I say everything I could not without a tune but,
In the end I burn it all anyway;
All that I said becomes no more
Than black tapers rising and rising again.
So why bother?
All it ever was to me was a conduit;
A helper to what I had to say.
But those things are obsolete,
And I'm still clinging on to this
Crumpled piece of paper in my hands.
So why must I
Scrawl all these blitherings down
Like they mean something in the end?
Because no matter what I say,
I still add to that faded collection of thoughts.
I'm wasting my time.
But maybe it's easier to let go
When there's a real hatchet to bury.
When all is said, expressed, let out,
And I lay my words (my hurts) to rest.
And of these wrongs, I forgive you