BeautifulIf I told you I loved you,
Would you believe it?
If I told you you're beautiful,
Could you see it?
You're letting your insecurities get in the way
Of a compliment that could make your day.
You bring yourself down and you won't believe
The things you deny are the things I see
On rainy days you're a little down from the rain
I wanna be the one who washes away your pain
Here's a reminder when you forget,
Here's a reminder when you're upset:
You're beautiful in every little thing you do,
You beat yourself up, but I know what's true,
You're funny. You're friendly.
You're strong and smart.
Disagree, but I know you're kind at heart.
*You're the prettiest girl that I know,
You don't need makeup to let that show
Any guy is dumb for just choosing looks
He should use his brain or hit some books
But you're still beautiful, inside and out
I could say that without a doubt
I hope I've done good at making you day
Or at least put a smile across your face
That's the best part about you,
I Know Him So WellNothing is so good it lasts eternallyMore Like This
Perfect situations must go wrong
But this has never yet prevented me
Wanting far too much for far too long...
There are some things you get used to, some things you have to live without, and others that you have to leave behind. More often than not they're all the same thing. But somewhere along the line you tell yourself "That's life" and you carry on with it. Yet there's always that one piece of history that you never truly let go of. That one moment of forever that you hold so close and so tight that it becomes as vital as air the breath in your body and the beat of your heart and there's just no escaping it, no matter how much you want to...
And it can still hurt. Even years down the line when all but a few whispers of a better time remain, replaced by the cold, hard reality of life, it can still tear you apart inside. You learn to live with it and you nurse a pain that shows no indication of leaving, all the while smiling and living
Miss AnonymousI need you like I need air.More Like This
Do you need me to?
I need your eyes and silky hair.
I just don't know who I'm talking to.
I wonder if you're out there too,
calling out for me.
And if someday fate will decide
to let our paths agree.
It's a big world out there,
and you could be anywhere.
But I'll find you. I'll find us.
Somewhere out beneath the stars.
I won't stop till your in my arms.
I'll find you Miss anonymous.
We are going to settle down,
way out in the suburbs.
Waking up on sunday mornings,
snuggled in the covers.
Trading in our freedom,
for a little one at home.
I can just imagine
the life that we will call our own.
It's a big world out there,
and you could be anywhere.
But I'll find you. I'll find us.
Somewhere out beneath the stars.
I won't stop till your in my arms.
I'll find you Miss anonymous.
I am here waiting for you
and I to be together.
Patiently waiting for you.
searching for forever.
Back ThenLooking back,More Like This
everything was so simple,
not a care in the world
Those years were nice
Maybe even the best so far
But with age comes
a burden: knowledge.
To know life
is to truly know despair
So during the
worst of times,
I choose to forget
and be pure once more
Heart of Iceshe wishes for a heart of iceMore 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
ButterflyIf I let you go will you come back?More Like This
Will you be my butterfly
And come back to love once again?
Will you wait for me in the pouring rain
Ready to take me into your arms
To say such sweet thing
Such sweetness of love
And that you will never leave me again.
Will you come back untouched
So we can share our love once again,
Without it being tainted,
By another woman.
So I can know it is true love.
How about that?If you really loved me,More Like This
You wouldnt have left.
I'd you hated me,
You wouldn't have fallen in love with me.
If you were my friend,
You'd never betray me.
If you were my enemy,
You'd never be there for me.
Let's just say you're a liar.
How about that?
Wait (My Virgin)Where did you learn to be promiscuous?More Like This
When did purity become a dirty word?
There is more than one way to stimulate
And commitment is indeed a verb
The pressure he will put upon you
Or the pressure you will put onto him
Is equal and opposite to the regret
And the feeling that you have sinned
Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
When did purity become a dirty word?
Physically able to copulate
But think about the consequences first
The pressure they will put upon you
To lose your innocence as quickly as them
All because they regret their actions
And want you to follow their trend
Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
Don't give your virginity so care free
Absolute control over your emotions
Absolute control over your body
The pressure they will put upon you
Will be laughable in years to come
Your friends, they rushed and found nothing
You waited patiently and found the one
I was brokenI was broken.More Like This
My heart was broken in pieces, so long ago that I couldn't even remember when it broke.
It wasn't like having a broken heart from love sickness, when your heart shatters all at once.
No, mine just gradually eroded and crumbled down over the years.
Sure, I tried fixing it. One little piece at the time. But every time I managed to fix a part, it just got broken down again.
And eventually I stopped trying to fix it. It felt like a waste of time anyway.
I carried the broken pieces of heart with me. Sealed in a box, deep inside my inner core.
The box was packed packed well.
And I made sure to not shake it too hard, because otherwise the splinters would hit me and it would hurt.
The pieces were only there only to serve one purpose; to fuel my inspiration for art.
It was the one thing that I did enjoy doing.
By the time I was 18 years old, I'd already seen so much in life, that I became numb to it.
And I was convinced that I would end up either
Darkness changes things.Why is it darkness?More Like This
Can anyone believe in light.
There doesn't have to be any fright.
What's happening to my old friends?
How come your so cruel and coldhearted?
Its the darkness it has gotten you and changed you from the inside out.
It's not worth being bad, it's not worth hurting yourself.
When truth is, your hurting me.
I wish we could hang out like we used to.
I miss your laugh, your nice smile.
Now, you make fun of me and critize me.
I just watch from the sidelines while you go down and fall.
Guess I can't do anything.
Please come back.
Remember Slender"Do you remember the color of your eyesMore Like This
or what it was like to see?
To do remember the movment used for speaking
or are you used to speaking lip free?
Can you picture who you used to be?
What was it like to wiggle your ears
and just in general to hear?
Do you only like children for their souls
or because you want them to be near?
Do you ever wonder about what you used to fear?
Is it easy to do your job
or can it get sad?
Is it fun to see them praise you
only for them soon to be dead?
Is that why you like the color red?"
The people that ask and ask away
these questions every day
Will never see the nicer you
that you only show to a few.
because rain is meant for...if living were a shirt,More Like This
you'd be size large
and i would be an
strangled by my own
because i spend my time
if ever i had
the chance to hear
ten thousand abbey-monks
singing in perfect harmony,
i would still be stubborn enough
to say you
are more divine.
you are the start,
and the ever-after
of the most destructive
and beautiful storms
to grace the surface of my world;
every time you walk away
you leave behind
all the evidence
that it will surely
but i do not deserve
to dance in such a storm,
for i am worthless weather,
the kind where people
take the nearest object,
umbrella or newspaper,
and hide from the skies;
i'm a silent storm,
i am a raindrop in a
absencesbut this isn't just distanceMore Like This
as in space, not just distance as in
"i can't believe how far you
are from me, i miss you" -
this isn't just distance
in the way
that roads seem to spill over
hilltops for years,
stretching like skin across knuckles
but never ending,
this is the kind of distance
that isn't seen but instead felt,
that isn't marked by miles
or gas money and can't be pinned in two
spots on a map with red thumbtacks:
this is not hearing from you
and knowing you haven't noticed.
this is wanting to have you
and knowing you're just fine
this is the kind of distance
that knows broken bridges, that hurts
because it feels
like it can't be mended, and because
Remember?I remember that night you pulled him off of meMore Like This
I thought maybe I'd never seen anything
As beautiful as you
Just the way you moved
All furious and lovely and wild
I remember the way his blood speckled the carpet
And there were lights flashing
Red and blue and blinding
Casting stark shadows against the snow
And you were barefoot
They had to restrain you
When they arrested him
You'd already broken his wrist
But I think you wanted to kill him
I think they thought that, too
I remember kissing your knuckles
Because he'd split your lip
And I couldn't kiss you on the mouth
We took you to the hospital afterward
And they stitched you up
You fell asleep on my shoulder on the car ride back
I kissed the top of your head
And I told you I loved you
But before you nodded off
Do you remember?
You made me promise
Promise me, baby girl,
That I wouldn't leave your side
Stay with me
You said you'd keep me safe
There is Always TimeI want you to be my Judas,More Like This
my plague; my hollow wind.
I want your subtle madness
inked upon roads; dragged upon skin.
I want such haunted beauty,
it aspires; it transcends,
the forms we lay in open ground,
shallow graves; plots of men.
I want such bloody love,
such devastation; such devotion,
to never regret the cogs we turned in life,
that we designed; we set in motion.
Finally, I want a tortured soul,
to repair; to piece together,
to tread upon a lake of fire that never quells;
that flows and burns
So Alone(Verse 1: )More Like This
I can smell you when you're not here
I love you through these bitter tears
take my hand, take this step
soothe my pain, love me instead
he's not you man, its me, please
I'm being consumed with grief, you're my release
I love your smile; I love your skin
but it's more than that, it started within you/
/ are my hope, and light
I'll never sacrifice
It's sad to say, my dear
but where do we take it from here/
/ is my heart, my childhood and joy
for honestly, I'm no longer a boy
You made me whole, made me a man
but now, all I need is you, back again.
I'm crazy for you, can't you see?
crazy for you, such a selfish need
crazy, crazy, crazy in deed,
I'm crazy for you, you're love makes me bleed
my heart aches, slightly harder each day
my heart's; so painfully strained
heartache, it's so close to hate
my heart aches, I'm always too little, too late
(Verse 2: )
I can see you, standing there
the wind blows, right through your hair
your cheeks are chapped, the wind is
BrokenThere is a girl who denied what's right,More Like This
'Cause when she was alone, she couldn't fight.
She started losing hope in everything,
Stopped trying to see what the future might bring.
She gave up on God in Heaven above,
She lost her path from the power of love,
She wanted everything to go away,
She tried to take her life one day.
She felt caged up like a bird,
She screamed so loud, but nobody heard.
Ignored, as if she weren't there,
A feeling of emptiness and despair.
She kept so much bottled up inside,
She always lied so she could hide.
Ashamed for always wanting to die;
She never looked people in the eyes.
Behind her eyes were words left unsaid,
Beneath her clothes was where she bled
When she took that razor to her skin
To release the emotions captured within.
The nights were the loneliest, she always cried.
The last thought at the end of the day: suicide.
She didn't feel important in any way,
"I deserved it," so she'd say.
Deserved the words that hit her like knives,
Wondering why she was
Soul to SavePeople have greedy hands,More Like This
tearing at tender hearts.
Seeking a piece of soul,
wanting to belong in part.
In the end of innermost desire,
the yearning to contain --
something so pure yet fragile,
only to mistake and make pain.
Those of good and even evil
have dared to tread this road,
only to learn the reason why
people have this endeavor forbode.
Run far and fast my child,
depart from this affair.
Guard your hapless heart,
save your soul to someday share.
Emotional PrisonBehind metal bars, by four walls surrounded,More Like This
My heart is under heavy locks,
Is my soul free or is it grounded?
To find the answer I look at clocks.
Their every strike pain at me releases,
But they are merciless, alas!
I am broken in to thousand pieces,
Waiting for this misery to pass.
In a wrong time, in a wrong place,
I witnessed her blinding grace
And to an age of troubles I put a start,
Life began to slowly part.
It is too late and there is no hope,
My sanity is dissolving,
My spirit is tied by love or ropes?
For many puzzles there is no solving.
The perfect weaponIf you'd think about love,More Like This
As a weapon,
You'd have the perfect one,
It kills like nothing's ever done.
Finally found, those pieces,
Will slowly start to connect,
They'll form that part of you,
You thought you lost it.
Eventually lost, you'll need time,
To put the puzzle in your chest back together,
Find the certainty to actually love,
And let someone else start the process,
Of slow destruction, absolute demolition.
The perfect weapon.
Is It Love?If I hugged you,More Like This
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
A HeartA heart does not have eyes,More Like This
so it is blind,
A heart does not have ears,
so it is deaf,
But a heart does have a beat,
and it beats for you, my love.
Antiquated, effeteI am sickMore Like This
and I am sick of being tired and
tired of being sick.
I am drained, emotionally and physically
a deficit that can only be filled by
and a good night's rest.
ObsessionYou are my obsession.More Like This
Source of my depression.
One that I crave.
Love that is depraved.
I still hold on to.
I would die for you.
Even if you're not here.
My mind just won't clear.
Only one I want.
Mentally I attack.
I'd still take you back.
Glad you disappeared.
Return I feared.
Walk through my door.
Want you even more.
Wonder if I'll heal.
Was this even real?
Don't Give Up! Better Days are on Their Way.Dedicated to:More Like This
All of those who have been through Hell, in hopes that they will hold their chin up, keep smiling, and move forward.
Some things in life will try to bring us down.
Sadly some will succeed, but do not frown!
It may feel like your sorrows will not end,
But fear not my dear, the sun will shine on!
There are moments that makes us want to die,
And all we can see is a gray, rainy sky.
We feel like our destinies have become dead, defeated, and detached from this desolate world.
We all come to know some sort of agonizing, abysmal atrocity that accumulates in our soul.
Sometimes others are at fault for our pain,
But often we create our own vain rain.
When it comes to others, it can be many things-
Why is there war?
Or why do people act sly and lie?
Why are people deceptive and so selective?
Do people not recognize the seven deadly sins??
Life- Part 1- Depression and Happy.Life.More Like This
I have different stages.
When I feel dead. Numb. Empty. Nothing. Like I am nothing.
When I loose my temper and end up breaking down. Normal makes matters worse if I'm urgy.
Where I got so anxious and worried and worked up I have this horrible left over depressed feeling.
When I physically feel in pain and end up breaking down.
When I hate myself. Life. Everything. I turn kinda crazy. lustful. closed in. In my own world and I hate myself so much.
Happy- with friends.
This is without a doubt my best happiness.
Happy- old times.
Flashes of old times of when I was a kid. Normally around family.
Reading, watching tv, watching films. Anything that makes me forget my life and think and see someone elses life. Which is probably why I enjoy writing stories so much...
I Love You, DaddyDaddy, please don't touch me.More Like This
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you lie there, lifeless.
I'm only following your footsteps.
This makes me feel...
Daddy, please listen.
I know you can't hear me, but...
I still love you.
The same way you always loved me.
And it makes me feel...
It makes me feel..
-----I want to get better.More Like This
But I can’t.
My butterflies won’t leave me alone,
Following me everywhere.
Tiny kamikaze insects
With broken paper wings.
So fucking scared.
And while I write this, my hands are shaking like a crazy person.
I am a crazy person.
Day 107School stress is not a good mixture with suicidal thoughts.More Like This
Today has be amazing but I've now in a load of shit.
I got a C. And a B. and I can't help but feel shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Two people asked about my bruise on my leg.
So two lies I've said.
Maybe I should just give up?
I helped a friend today because she was stressed, and worried.
Locked herself in the toilets.
I had to help.
I couldn't not help.
Because the way I am and how unstable my shit is.
I could very well be in that locked toilet.
Could be tomorrow?Could be a month?
Only I'd either be there with a badge or a blade.
Or my fist or nail.
Or a plastic bag. And hoodie chord.
Nah. Not the plastic bag. Not the hoodie chord.
Because I couldn't' do that in school.
It would spread like wildfire.
But the rest could be true.
Anyway due to helping a friend.
Well I forgot to find out about my exam tomorrow.
Then last lesson waiting for shitty results.
I stayed with my friend for support.
But no I forgot to get my pen drive
Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.More Like This
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
How?I was saying I felt depressed.More Like This
I was using glass to stratch myself for a while.
I had suicidal thoughts.
I drew butterflies.
I felt alone and abandoned.
How did I not click that I had depression until August 2012...
How is it that... I told my friend, which is ment to being a good thing.
Lead on to cutting...
How did telling most of my friends...
Lead to a set date?
How did telling someone... seeking help...
change that set date by a month?
How did nearly 2 month of no cutting...
Just made me hate myself more?
The FlowerThis flower's petals are beginning to wiltMore Like This
As life starts to wane
Suffocating in her bed overrun with weeds.
From a precious bud to a beautiful bloom
Its majestic radiance turns sickly
As the empty loneliness of dreams abandoned
Lend strength to the weeds' consuming hunger.
The flower's soft petals droop and fall,
She dies alone,
Unable to fight off the inevitable
Neglect champions her death,
Forgotten here in this place
Not even Mother Nature takes notice or mourns her passing.
Show Me Your Heart and I'll Show you the WorldShow me your heartMore Like This
And I'll show you the world
For no beauty can surpass that of your soul.
You transfix my mind with your tender grace,
And I'd die many times just to look at your face.
Your smile is so soft and full of sweet mystery,
And I love it so dearly when it's directed at me
None can compare to you, my sweet, sweet songbird.
Your splendor, quite simply cannot be captured in words.
You've shown me such kindness,
Which I've never deserved.
You've said to me things,
Which, before, I'd not heard.
Your charity is unmatched,
Your clarity, cool.
When I'm with you
I no longer feel like a fool.
You've given me love,
A hope I've never known,
And now I ask you, my love,
If you'd make me your own.
A Writer's Romance-"You're a writer, aren't you?"More Like This
Those were the first words she spoke to me.
At the time, I was packing up, getting ready to leave the library.
I had another long day, spending the majority of my free time at the library, loitering around on my laptop,
Staring at my open wordpad as I contemplated about what to write about.
Just as I was readying to leave this girl, out of nowhere, asks me if I'm a writer.
-"I like to think I am."-
That's the only answer I could give her.
I had taken up writing as a hobby,
But no matter how hard I tried, all of my work felt underwhelming.
Could I get you to help me write a poem?
If that is too much trouble than anything else will do too."-
She starred at me with her big blue eyes,
Long golden hair,
Holding her hands together at her chest -
She was quite pretty at that,
Making me question why such a person would come up a complete stranger such as myself, and ask for something so absurd.
-"Why do you need something like that?"-
Her eyesIn the flame of the last candleMore Like This
Floats an air I can't explain,
A dark mood I cannot handle
In the house of miss Lorraine.
In this room with shady lighting,
I look rigidly around,
Hoping nothing uninviting
Would approach without a sound.
Maddened by this constant dread,
That has crept into my soul,
I have not escaped, instead
I have lost all self control.
I cringe as the wait grows longer
For I start feeling a stare
That, in time, was getting stronger
With the smell of this thick air.
But the waiting was in vain
For I knew that it was hiding
And I tried remaining sane
As my nerve started subsiding.
Soon, the candle lost it's vigor
And the flame was barely burning
But I felt her eyes get bigger
As she gave into the yearning.
I don't wish to say goodbye
And accept such a demise
But no matter how I try
I cannot escape her eyes.
Hunting Avalon's MoonBeneath a sky of Kings, mortal life quiveredMore Like This
Warm rains spilled a fever of unborn dreams;
like a silent song of golden pollen falling in
timeless reverie, seeding forests arcane
The dawn of enchantment crested ancient lands,
adorning the hunger of shadows and spirits
Long I stood in the flow of primeval rapture...
where unto the hallowed beckoned wild
I slept in the cradle of Nature's magick,
windswept in feasts of tongue & flame
Dreams and dreamers, in haste I did reap
And I thrusted my sword into the sky
Ever night's bequest, the stars shall not die
Thru seasons of fabled rhythms I roamed;
my soul etched into the mists of time
O'er pastel fields, untamed memories seek
In a circle of Kings, I shimmered in ebon robes
Perfumed eyes gathered like nightingales
And I watched upon gossamer tides
Merlin caught her gaze resting among
the promise of stars and beloved Moon
"Thou art heavenly clad in velvet starlight"
She fled upon his song & wept in quietude,
Forever the RavenousBeyond the veil hallowed, I am Witches blood & wine;More Like This
flame of throne, soothsayer & death, magick seething
Come hither; drink me dark'n divine
Whispers of Night's harvest, ravenous in twilight eerie;
tongues of Crows in gothic serenade
Poised in wilderness shadowed, I beseech thee:
"O' darkest Love, seek me in decay, dripping from thy lips"
Incantations of the Moon glisten from mine eyes ...
Seraphic-winds undress Demons in the trees;
dreaming streams o'er Nature's breast
Black-feathered-Priests covet my nocuous splendor
For I am Winter's nocturne
a dark-mantra, salivating on the edge of the world
And so she peered into the embers of my soul
cloaked in a dream, falling, where savage wings fly
Thou art the evening tide... the mystique I shall love;
Evermore, unto a sea of black roses, from grave to sky
Arthur Crow © 2012
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
Bittersweet SymphonyMore Like This
I hear it in the distance
Beautiful to my ears
Torture to my heart
Heightening my fears
For what lies ahead on this journey
I hear the bittersweet symphony
The soft notes painted in the back of my mind
Bleeding into the crevices of my thoughts
Fogging my vision of the future
Leaving my heart in distraught
Not yet knowing harmony
Just hearing the bittersweet symphony
Feeling the melody reach nearer
With each breath I take
The music creating lyrics on my tongue
Forming emotions I cannot shake
Insecurity, hope, jealousy, love?
Not wanting to be just a fantasy
Still I hear the bittersweet symphony
I turn to you for help
But you do not hear it
You're thousands of miles away
Oblivious to the bittersweet symphony that is haunting me..
LightAt last I could see a light at the end of the tunnel.More Like This
It was small at first, just a tiny dot amongst the sea of darkness, and for a while I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. Cruel, cruel tricks, teasing my longing for freedom, for fresh air, for light. I had gone so far, endured so much - but would it all be for nothing, ending with me wandering these cursed caves for the rest of my pitiful life?
But no - the light grew, slowly but surely, and the hope in my chest began to grow as well, cautious at first as I tried to quell it - after all, it was probably still my eyes with their cruel jokes -
It didn't care. The hope suddenly exploded in my chest, spreading out all throughout my body - to my legs, as they hastened their wary steps; to my heart, which beat faster and more excitedly; to my hands, which reached out, fingers splayed, trying to grasp the light.
Suddenly all the darkness was gone, extinguished by blinding whiteness, and my steps faltered briefly as I shie
FireI am trapped.More Like This
I cannot move. I cannot breathe. I need to break out, escape this cage, before I suffocate. I roar, thrashing around in my cage, slamming against the walls. I feel myself swell, and suddenly the world explodes.
The rush of fresh air is intoxicating; I cannot restrain myself as I fly out of my ruined cage, bouncing along the walls of the room, leaving behind a trail of red. The screams of humans surounds me, but I ignore them; the only thing I care about is outside - more fresh air, more freedom. This room is yet another cage. I have already grown so much that I start to feel caged again, the heat unbearable, and in my haste to get out, to free myself, I break through a window, sending glass shards in all directions.
Outside, I let out a wild roar of triumph. No one can ever contain me! I become a wild blur as I leap around, barely touching the ground, the line of red still trailing behind me. More screaming
shrinkingplease, don't tell me how beautiful it is that i've parted my thighs like the sea.More Like This
because there is nothing pretty about the tears in last nights dinner, or the way my hands shake around silverware. i am not poetry, but a language lost --in the spaces where flesh used to occupy lies everything i needed to say, kept as the only thing i could ever bear to swallow. if you try to write sonnets about the scars on my knuckles or the arch of my ribs, i will tell you in nine syllables less that this is more than abstinence and foggy reflections. i will tell you how my little sister can carry me in her arms like a child, and how my father can hardly navigate my bedroom floor without touching the brown vomit stains that makes his brow heavy. i will tell you how it feels to hold your own heart in your hands, to feel it break and skip like an old, worn cd. i will tell you how i am nineteen and fishing through musty boxes of clothes from my childhood, only to find that not a single pair of sh
i gave up on trying to write about youthere are millions of poemsMore Like This
detailing the beauty of another’s eyes,
but your eyes, my love,
put all their cherry-picked words to shame.
ew, that verse is disgusting.
way too sappy.
I’m no good at love poems.
okay, hold on, let me
just start over.
you’re freaking excellent
shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
thou art more lovely and more temperate
i can’t take credit for that.
sonnets aren’t my style,
shakespeare beat me to the punch
four hundred some years ago.
uh, i mean, you’re funny
and really cute, like
i seriously love your eyes
because there’s meaning in there
and, and, you make me laugh.
you’re so hilarious.
and I have the drawing you gave me
two years ago, still hidden
folded up in my notebook.
plus, i mean, you’re everything to me.
no big deal, right,
considering the fact that we never
really speak anymore.
oh my god that doesn’t
You Are;More Like This
You Are My Earth and You Are My Step,
You Are My Sea and You Are My Wind,
You Are My War and You Are My Betrayer,
You Are My Saviour and You Are My Curse,
You Are My Tree and You Are My Desert,
You Are My Ithaca and You Are My Journey,
You Are Everything and You Are Nothing.
I Am Your Slave and I Am Free;
You Are; Faith.
reasons why we should be in loveif I couldMore Like This
I’d love you like
those couples who grow
into each other and make
poetry out of body language
and wear one another’s
weaknesses when they get
too heavy and talk about
the weather without ever really
meaning the weather at all;
and you’d keep me from
falling asleep in the ocean
and I’d lie about little
things, always confusing
Sunday for Tuesday and
you for somebody with
the same face who
was always afraid of
me. you’d chuckle and
hold me and I’d cave in to
you like the hungry tide
and you’d say I looked
beautiful when I cried
and I wouldn’t believe you
but I’d cry more anyways.
if people were alive,
you’d be the brightest
one. I don’t have much
to offer but I could write you
a million dedications
in the sand, and give you
pocket change when you
needed a wish; I could
take you to New Zealand
to paint water lilies or England
to go skydiving or Italy
to fall in love and mean it
and I would promise you
the moon an
Instructions for Being a Good GirlKeep a smile handy, along with your lipstick.More Like This
Squeeze your heart to fit in a top.
Walk on needles and don’t dare to trip.
Taste is a luxury, calories are unforgivable.
Those are the basic rules, got them all down?
Pick a face now.
You’re lucky, girls come in two models -
Vixen or virgin.
The measures are fixed, customize the colors,
But not too much.
No warranty, no exchange.
Remember, all women are witches.
It’s still a fact, even if a letter is changed.
The modern witch needs nothing but glamours.
These come prepackaged - beauty in a capsule, youth in a tube.
Running out? Sorry, thanks for playing,
Glamours are the currency for all your trades.
Witches come in two models - sexy or hag.
Let’s see, what am I forgetting?
Be helpful, “no” is the worst insult a person can hear.
Nod. Wave. Laugh at unfunny jokes.
Let others enjoy you.
And didn’t I tell you to smile already?
BarrenOh, the birth was hardMore Like This
and sweat rolled from her
until the oceans heaved
in time with her screams
with a roar, with a cry,
with a tossing of her head
she wretched the infant out
and let him rumtumble
and cartwheel and slip
gooey and sliding downhill
and she shrugged sulkily,
smiled politely, then slept
Double NegativeI have never loved you.More Like This
I did not love you from that misty
September morning when we met.
I did not love you the first moment
I gazed into those saccharine eyes.
I have never, in fact, loved the roughness
in your soft voice when it says my name.
I have never loved the look on your face
when you smile over your bagel at me.
I don't love the cocoa streaked in your hair
or the way it ruffles its feathers upright
when you fall from your warm bed-nest,
half asleep, vulnerable and shy in the morning.
I do not love you.
I did not love you in that very moment
when your breath snagged against my lip
as it finally brushed yours - no, I did not.
I did not love you the first, second, or last time.
Listen to me carefully, my sweet -
I have never loved you, I will never love you.
I will not love you until my very last breath
and the absences of breath beyond that.
I will never love you for all that makes you
the warm, compassionate fighter in my corner.
I won't accept you for all your innocen
Sixty-one SecondsIt took him sixty-one seconds to die. I counted.More Like This
The beach was only a walk away from there, and the sun was beating down on our heads and our hats. We hid under the trees and laughed. We were in love, if that's what love meant. We hugged each other, as we walked down the burning pavement in loud flip-flops and ripped shorts.
We were so close. I didn't know that that would be the last time I'd ever see him alive.
I was nervous when I told him, that if we were really in love, we would be together forever. He giggled softly, and told me forever was a long time. I knew that of course. It was too good to be true, I thought. He told me not to think about forever, and we sat on the park bench, overlooking the beach. I leaned my head on his shoulder and I felt his smile light up above me, and I smiled too and closed my eyes. Everything was perfect, that moment there, it felt like forever, a good kind of forever.
We didn't notice the shouting. We were too in love.
Love can do that. Love is blin
Before you kill yourself...Before you kill yourself,More Like This
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay strong.
Don't let go.
how to become a writerhave parents that separateMore Like This
when you’re in high school;
a father filled with unused anger
and a mother too busy to care.
pretend it doesn’t hurt.
let your friends treat you
everything is your fault.
listen to their problems with a fake smile
all the while crying out because
everything hurts and no one can see.
press a knife to your skin,
but be too cowardly to
draw your own blood.
fall in love with people
who could never notice you,
just. not. good.
chew on the multicolored
strands of your hair.
(you can’t stop running
from who you really are.)
carry around a notebook
and scrawl eve
HomeThis is homeMore Like This
where there are white walls
and doors that open from the outside.
This is home
where a jacket
holds one in place.
This is home
where an injection of whiteness
into the arms is normal.
This is home
where shock is common
and not treated enough.
This is home
where white skin
is never sun kissed.
This is home
where family doesn’t care
enough to visit or cry.
This is home
where bloodless administrators
deem themselves ‘help’.
This is my home
and I cannot leave.
Inner EchoI can see you starting to breakMore Like This
you think you can hide it well
but I can tell
this much you can't take
I'm your mind,
I can see what's behind
those sad eyes of yours;
feelings so insecure
Has no one told you, you can't fool them?
Are you in such denial that you're willing to pretend?
I know it pains you to admit
just how alone you really are,
that I'm your only friend
that didn't give you scars
You might hate me
for I lock up your happiest memories
but trust me, those are the saddest
you'll never be that happy again
it's better to just kill them
The word death, you think of a lot
dancing corpses waiting to rot
singing the deadly melodies to your heart
guiding it to fall apart
CagedI am the bird,More Like This
trapped in your cage.
I cower inside,
terrified by your rage.
Please let me out.
I need to take flight.
The wind in my feathers,
smiling in the light,
but you won't let me out.
You laugh at my cry,
if you will not free me,
please let me die.
I cannot go on this way,
drowning in fear,
day after day,
year after year,
but you don't have the mercy,
don't have the grace.
You laugh as I scream,
a smile on your face.
Fine, be that way,
cruel and cold,
but I'm sick of playing,
your games gotten old.
I scratch at your hand.
Free! I fly straight ahead.
A window unopen,
thump! Your bird is dead.
You cry out,
but you can't hurt me.
Your birdy has just flown,
and is finally free.
SkinI am not proud of my skinMore Like This
So I cover up my
boo-boos with band-aids
and my scars with
long sleeves and high necklines.
I am not proud of my skin
So I bury the matter
within the depths of my mind
maybe if I don't think about it
it will just go away.
But it doesn't.
Secret WordsI know you need help.More Like This
It's so plain to see.
Please don't hurt yourself.
You can count on me.
I'll hold you when it's tough,
wrap you up tight.
I know life is rough,
but I'll be your light.
I love you, I do.
You're everything to me.
you don't believe it's true,
but I want to set you free.
I'll be your rock
when all your strength is gone.
I'll be your lock
when everythings gone wrong.
So please don't cry,
my love, my life.
I know you want to die,
but I'll help you through the strife.
Because I'll be there to catch you
when everything falls apart.
I love you, it's so true,
with all of my heart.
ForgottenMy heart like shattered glass lies broken,More Like This
The fragments pierce my lung,
I grasp for words unspoken,
for feelings left unsung,
my skin it feels so cold,
why don’t I feel the pain?,
my bones they feel so old,
the steel against my vein,
perhaps in crimson tides,
will you remember my name
I don't belongDoes it make you happy to seeMore Like This
What you've done to me?
That you've brought me down
And I am on the ground?
What if you were me,
Would what you see
Make you happy?
I just want you to know,
I can't take another blow.
I have nothing to show.
You've brought me down so low.
Why have you done this to me?
Why couldn't you let me be?
I've been in so much pain.
And I can't hide
All the tears inside.
How can my pain make you glad?
Why does it give you so much bliss,
To make me feel like this?
Oh, no one understands
How hard it is to be this strong.
When you have to upper hand,
And you say I don't belong.
LiesIt's alright!More Like This
Just leave me alone!
These words leave my mouth heavier than stones.
Falling onto my friends as fluffy white flakes
the words they took lightly; "she's okay"
They dont see the turmoil that goes on in my head.
Don't see the marks, deep, coloured red.
They don't see the rage all bottled inside.
They see the outside
They see the lies.
When all is hidden behind closed doors,
swept under the mat, kept close to the floor
emotions don't seem to matter anymore.
"Out of sight, out of mind" is all but true
nothing matters unless it's you.
Telling your problems you recieve blank stares
then there are those who don't have ears.
So you keep it inside: all the hurt, all the hate
expand and expand as you patiently wait
for the moment when someone finally sees
That all along you were lying.