Dear WorldDear World,Dear World in Free Verse More Like This
of those names you call me,
how you put me down,
and the pain you give.
It's not fair?
Why focus on me?
I guess it's better this way,
you hurt me, rather than the people I care about.
But, I suppose it doesn't bother you one bit.
I hurts that I'm broken, scarred, and useless.
But I'm tired now.
I have said what I needed to.
I have shed my last tear.
I will soon take my last breath.
You made me who I am, World.
I hope you're happy.
Alone, Never AgainAloneAlone, Never Again in Free Verse More Like This
Wandering through the fog
with no light
I see a glow
Far away, faint
but it comes closer
and, holding the light, I see,
Love is LoveLove is Love.Love is Love in Free Verse More Like This
Love will always be Love.
No matter who it is.
Boy and Boy
Girl and Girl
Boy and Girl.
Love is Love.
Love will always be Love.
Why can't people just accept it?
Love is Love.
Love will always be Love.
And that's the way it should be.
My Scars from LifeI feel the scarsMy Scars from Life in Free Verse More Like This
on my soul
will never fade away.
The cut are so deep
that they won't ever heal.
The wounds are from battle
with myself and others
And from carrying burdens
I was not meant to carry.
What has the world done to me?
Why has it scarred me this way?
What scars did you contribute?
Writing the UnwrittenA blank page stares at me,Writing the Unwritten in Free Verse More Like This
waiting to be written on.
But my mind is blank.
There's nothing to write.
No, there's always something to write.
Just have to find the inspiration.
and still nothing comes to mind.
Finally, I pick up my pen and write.
I found my inspiration.
I'm writing the unwritten.
The Light in DarknessThere will always beThe Light in Darkness in Free Verse More Like This
But there will always be a light
no matter how small
to look to.
We just have to believe it's there.
Our light has a name.
Trapped Within MyselfHelp meTrapped Within Myself in Free Verse More Like This
in hopes, dreams, expectations
in fears, doubts, and loss
Someone help me
Set me free
I can't do it by myself
Snow DaySnowflakes fall and flutter downSnow Day in Concrete Poetry More Like This
dancing before they hit the ground.
What to do, the children know.
They'll make a person out of snow!
Rolling snowballs is how they'll start.
When they're finished, it's a work of art.
Morning and afternoon they play
for nature sent them a snow day.
My Girl In RomeI grew up with this girl,My Girl In Rome in Free Verse More Like This
a long time ago.
My heart still aches when I think of her.
Her beautiful smile.
I miss them all.
She has curly brown hair
and sparkling amber eyes.
There is no other finer girl,
in all of Italy.
When we were children,
oh, such foolish children,
we had plans for a future together.
Then came the war
and I had to leave.
I was to protect my country.
I was to protect its citizens.
I was to protect her.
Before I went,
I gave her my first kiss
and the promise I would soon return.
She gave me hope throughout the war.
But things were soon growing tense.
I'm in a foreign land.
Now I lay here,
I'll never see her again.
If you ever see my girl in Rome,
tell her I love her
and tell her
When Winter Melts AwayA sprout finally pushes upWhen Winter Melts Away in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from the surrounding earth.
Other plants begin to bloom
as nature starts to wake.
I hear baby birds now singing
and laughter full of mirth.
And as Winter finally melts away,
the joys of Spring, I'll take.
Embers"How are you?"Embers in Free Verse More Like This
"You have a good day?"
falling like embers,
"Do you ever have fun?"
"All the time."
but burning to the touch,
"You never smile."
"Of course I smile!"
then flickering out,
"Are you keeping up?"
"I never fell behind."
but soon they build up,
"Did you sleep well?"
swarming like fireflies,
"You look tired."
turn into flames,
"Are you sick?"
taking your clothes,
"Something on your mind?"
the flesh underneath,
"You wanted to talk?"
"It's not important."
"You've been acting distant lately."
"Sorry, I've been busy."
"You missed a class."
"Must have been a mistake in attendance."
"We're worried about you."
"You need help."
Chalk Markingsyou're cryingChalk Markings in Free Verse More Like This
and as your tears drip down your cheeks
and turn the ground to dark,
how could you never wonder
if it was correlation
if the tears made it all
so now you're stuck inside your head
narrating your only dreams.
the endless broken melody
keep you awake
there is nothing here
to pin you down
so fly away
and find peace
where everything is broken
and you can blend in among the loss.
the pressure's building up inside,
and you need to find a way
to let it seep out on the floor
before it tears you apart.
but, at least you know yourself:
you see what can be seen.
though other people lean on each other
all you need is a tree.
and as you sit on broken glass
you come to terms with you
and remember what you've hidden inside
you have always been
What I've BecomeI hate to say I need the people in the morning streetsWhat I've Become in Free Verse More Like This
as they walk up and down the boulevards
dangling thoughts from their sleeves.
I have to look and see the tendrils of gossip on the walls
shimmering and glistening,
saying more than I would have thought.
In the eyes of every passer-by
a dull-mirror lies within.
The spark of truth that mixes
with the lies, tarnished with sin.
For as they look at me I know
they see what I've become:
how I've deteriorated from gifted
to just another "someone."
They tell me that I am too fragile,
they tell me I am weak.
They show that I spend to much time inside
the mind that has become bleak.
They shout their truth to the skies above
see it shimmer and glow,
and then as it starts falling
watch as it turns to snow.
Without their judgement, how could I see
what's tattooed on my skin?
What am I lacking that makes me so shallow
that I alone can't see where I've been?
There's a letter on my jacket
but God knows what it says.
So I look into the eyes of stran
Tidal WaveI think it was the telephone callsTidal Wave in Free Verse More Like This
that killed her in the end.
The aftershocks of action,
of what she’d done and said.
She hid away from souls and eyes,
she turned around and fled.
But ears are always listening
and words want to be said.
And so the ringing filled her ears,
and seeped into her dreams.
They echoed round the empty house,
scaring away hope of peace.
It’s amazing how blissful ignorance is:
how much we want to forget.
But the worst thing of all is
it’s our nature to regret.
She ran into the forest
where the songs could never come.
Still, despite the distance
it’s deathly hard to find
a place were you are sheltered
from the voices you find inside.
ConfusionI cannot keep a steady handConfusion in Free Verse More Like This
to write empty words upon a page.
back and forth,
thoughts like fireflies in the dark.
I have no tracks for my rambling thoughts,
so they seep
through the cracks in sidewalks
as I wander through the streets,
looking for a place-
make of home of
So I grab at empty spots on pages,
praying that somehow writing down the confusion
will burn it away
and leave me blessedly empty.
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