'A'a IIHopesMore Like This
The little things
oh for heaven's sake
Will they remain when I wake
My heart cracks
all hope scatters
is this a nightmare
is this real life
who can really say
my source of
both love and strife
Im not strong enough
I must learn
that it isn't too late
'A'a ILife's tragedy unfurlsMore Like This
Before my eyes
and my own fate is
up to chance
up to circumstance
both in and out of my control
My soul traded
faith in humanity jaded
but at least my heart
My future bright
Only If I can
survive the night
RisenMy loveMore Like This
I long for your flesh
And for that warm sweet red
As I rise up
From these lands of the dead
These rigors of mortis
Have kept us apart
But know I've always
Been after your heart
Out of Reachout of reachMore Like This
are my dreams
Life without worry
Life without pain
No fight for selfish gain
Is that too much
is that too great
to hope for the sands to
pass without strain
for now I wait
left to contemplate
if I'm still sane
Or if life's inane
but I must still cling
til the day I meet my maker
to all I have to hold onto
my heart and where it lies
that till i reach
seek only to antagonize
WeltschmerzThis worldMore Like This
I feel its weight upon my shoulders
Its a wonder anyone can stand
The burden life brings
The sands of time
Grind against my very soul
leaving me to plead and despair,
If only I were stronger
If only I could stand
But every time I look up
I see yet another grain of sand
My heart in time
Will be all that remains
Trapped in a world weary shell
With everyone's losses and gains
The only smile left to me is with the rose
My only dream Is all that
Can withstand this despair
but can I survive to see it through?
This world is unbearable
Every time I seek success
I have to see another point regress
to the point I am left with nought but ash.
But to that I feel the only joy I know anymore
Without which I could not hope to thrive at all
I grow tired of this world in its infinite cruelty
But I can never tire of my muse
And only that I remain
Only We Understand Each Other PoemMore Like This
Our words, our thoughts
No ever listens to what we say
You, the strong and violent one, yet misunderstood and gentle
I, the mocked and the foul one
We found each other
Others see it forbidden
We see it as fate
They try to separate us
But we always find our way to each other
Our hearts connect to one another
Yet they still see you as the monster
If I don't stay by your side
Your heart will vanish
We never part from each others arms
They'll never understand
We Understand Each Other
Shy roseShy roseMore Like This
Hidden in the floral masses
Petals of white, turned
Crimson by lover's gaze
Self doubting though she surpasses
The beauty of those around, taken and returned
Her eyes as piercing as her thorns
Her presence concealed by the garden's maze
Yet to bloom
Yet to realize dawn and pierce the gloom
I wait with her
Unto the day she is ready,
Ready to be plucked from the garden
Ready to join me, as we explore life's maze
A letter to my loveMy dear Shy RoseMore Like This
I still remember the day
The day I first laid eyes upon you
Hidden amongst the floral masses
Closed and afraid
I couldn't take my eyes away
Even now I cannot bear to do so
Others have come and gone
Passing by and plucking away at others
Petals litter the ground and yet
There you remain
As I still remain
I feel the sands of time
Slowly passing by
I feel myself wither
I couldn't be more alive
For I have found something
Unlike anything else in this world
I am mortal
But my love for you is immortal.
You told me one day
And so I await it
The day we can
Finally venture down that road
Onto a bright future
Others would be filled with doubt
Yet my faith is complete
Although I fear
Although I am weak
I stand strong for you
And long for the day you may be
Plucked from your home
And journey along side me
And while my mortality may wane
My love for you is immortal
I had almost forgotten it
There were simpler times where
I knew it well
Missing BonesWe spent our nights star gazingMore Like This
on the top of that local bar on 5th street.
You said you loved me by night,
that no star or moon in any given universe
could compare to me; that we were lost warriors
searching for a home within the roots of one another.
I believed myself a wandering ghost among the living,
searching for missing bones and the warmth of another's grave.
You shook me then,
kissing me where it hurt most-
just to test a theory.
"Like dead birds,
you are not faceless;
your rib cage has a meaning."
And I believed I loved you then
underneath the moon and stars
tipsy on your smile and your words
and your warmth.
Your hands must be the thieves
who stole these thin bones of mine-
because, I never wanted you more.
Cutting Is CommonMore Like This
You see her from across the way
Reading what her body says
Long sleeves whispering of bleeding wrists
Eyes hang low, silently admitting it
You know all of these signs so well
The language it speaks, the stories they tell
It reads like novels, all full of misery
Some of the pages torn from your own history
Does it help you to see someone do it like you did
Can you see why your friends misconstrued it?
And they worried about you all night, every night
Can you see now how it was justified fright?
You study her scars and know it's not for attention
The contours of cuts you know that you should not mention
They creep back into darkness as she pulls down her sleeve
Her body is anxious, now she can't wait to leave
She'll return home, lock her door and hide
Like the scars that she covers, she turns from the light
They won't go away, they'll be there forever
Through the pain of her life, they'll go through together
Before those lines can heal or fade
She's overwhelmed by another cycle of hate
CuttingMy thighs were first.More Like This
Then my wrists.
Ripped out at
I ripped them out myself,
if only to avoid
giving others the pleasure.
I ripped them out hard,
if only to teach myself
I deserved it.
I ripped them out
and all the while
I sang to myself,
unable to cry
pain less real.
I joked about them.
I laughed about them.
I smiled about them,
"the stupid emo kid"
and believing it was true.
It was true.
I deserved it.
I needed it.
I craved it.
I wanted it.
I breathed it.
I worshipped it.
I loved it.
And it took me.
it took me.
Into places you can't go without it.
Into places you didn't know existed.
Into places you are afraid to dream.
Into places you never want to leave.
I loved myself. (I hated myself.)
It was so
to be broke
I'm Really Not OkayWhen I whisper of my woesMore Like This
How can anyone hear
When the din of their own lives
Is ringing in their ears
Forcing a smile as they glance
Frown as they look away
Please somebody turn around
I'm really not okay
You refuse to see the signs
A deluge of denial
Drowns out my facial features
The absence of a smile
Obliged to ask how I am
Your concerns I allay
But then again I would do
I'm really not okay
Hold back the transparent tears
A dam of repression
I'll be damned if anyone
Sees through my confession
Slowly my world unravels
Life's tapestry will fray
My pain has been tailor made
I'm really not okay
I write poems and stories
Keep a diary with me
Leave it in public places
Hoping someone will see
And tell me how they have read
Up to the present day
Hold me close and say those words
Are you really okay?
A girl I used to knowThere used to be a girlMore Like This
Who I'd talk to everyday
We always had a laugh
And had so much to say
But one day she dissapeared
Just vanished into mid-air
I don't know where she went
It's as if she was never there
A long time later she came back
But she was a subject of change
She was like a different person
Even her touch felt strange
Everytime I see her now
I think back to how it used to be
Now she has returned however
She barely even remembers me
There is a girl I know
Who I see everyday
But we no longer talk
As we have nothing to say
A Troubled 15 Year OldFather has a lady friendMore Like This
Of ill gotten gains
Sells her body for money
A handful of change
There will be no benefit
For my family
On hotel bedside tables
You'll find our money
Mother has a habit
Leaves needles lying around
Down the side of the sofa
Where infant hands slide down
Hoping to find some money
A handful of change
A perfect family portrait
And I am the frame
A troubled fifteen year old
Born under a bad sign
I learnt like most children
To cry before I smiled
In time my smile will fade
Though the tears will remain
I fear for the things I will lose
Before my family change
Beaten Black and BlueBeaten Black and Blue:More Like This
Broken and bloodied on the inside;
My world is coloured in shades of black.
But I've never understood the reason
For why I've got these scars on my back...
Cigarette burns are nothing new to my body
I took a lash from the whip just yesterday.
Why are you staring at me with those eyes again;
Is there something you'd like to say?
I've never been told to speak a word of my pain
And so I learned that I shouldn't speak...
'You'd better not say a single thing to her!'
Maybe I'm just scared and weak...
I often run to a place that's far away;
It's just a little corner inside my mind.
I've tried to forget it again and again
But it comes back to me all the time...
These people think that they know me
But a smile is just a mask to hide.
This is the crime that I keep a secret
Because it's locked away inside...
You'll never be able to help me
So don't give me your pity and tears.
Just tell me that you won't do the same thing
Because that is the worst of m
I'll Remember YouI'll remember youMore Like This
when someone steals my breath
so I can't even speak.
I'll remember you
when the rain beats so hard
I can't hear myself think.
I'll remember you
when I see a careless smile
on a young girl's face.
I'll remember you
when my heart aches
in a lonely place.
I'll remember you
when the going gets rough
and no one's there for me.
I'll remember you
when I fruitlessly wish
for things that used to be.
I'll remember you
when I see someone smile
as they hide a sigh.
I'll remember you
when someone's surprised
at the word "goodbye."
I'll remember you
when another claims to be
my other half.
I'll remember you, darling...
I'll remember and laugh.
not much we can do about itMore Like This
Don't you remember when you were young?
When the world seemed so bright.
The stars shined ever so bright every night.
You were happy to just play all day,
Never knew you were wasting your life away.
You were a child,
and to you the future was so bright.
You couldn't wait to grow up and make a difference,
to show the world who you were.
But then you grew up.
You had to go to school.
Your wild spirit was labeled as a mental defect.
You were told to shut up and sit down.
They didn't care what you stood for,
because you were a child,
and children don't know what they're talking about, right?
Through the years you were told you were wrong so many times,
you believed it yourself.
You believed that you were stupid,
that you needed to work harder and pay better attention.
But that didn't work did it?
So you were still labeled.
years passed and the labels grew,
throwing rocks.so i want to grow up and get a job and make happy, make money, make forget. i can't though, i'm too concerned with windchimes. i mean, fuck windchimes, right? i lie awake at night and listen to rigs on the rumble strip and the windchimes, (mostly the trucks), but damn, the tinkling is enough to keep me awake all night. but sometimes not, and then i dream i drown or maybe i marry a serial killer who props up corpses in rocking chairs or sometimes i dream about my ex-boyfriend's little sister because why not. then i wake up and it's taxes and credit cards and grades and people dying and shit.More Like This
i don't know what is wrong with me.
i mean i do, though, it's called obsessive compulsive disorder and major depressive disorder and severe anxiety and a bunch of other shit that takes too long to detail, but i'm talking about the pieces insurance won't cover.
also fuck claire danes.
it's just like, when i close the door behind me i push on the doorknob six times plus seven plus seve
How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cryMore Like This
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
ProcrastinationMirror, mirror, on the wall.More Like This
Life takes its course,
And death, its toll.
Rise up stars
To watch them fall.
And await the answer
To their call.
It’s all fun and games
Til someone gets hurt.
Money and fame,
Lost in the dirt.
Take care of your esteem,
Reputation and wealth.
But no matter the money,
You can never buy health.
Maybe then you’ll see
Who you could’ve been
On a throne of gold
A beauty queen.
Living your life
Like the wispy light
Of a dying candle
On a windy night.
Your time is short,
Your life is shorter,
Tying its knots
On the lesson they taught her
In a simple dictate:
“You don’t have the time
I Am a GirlI am a girl, therefore I'm worthless.More Like This
I am a disappointment to my parents.
I am a thing to be sold for profit.
I am property to a stranger.
I am a body used for the pleasure of men.
I am a slave to my promised husband.
These are the only things I'm allowed to say.
If I say anything else I will be punished.
I shall face a punishment.
Several that no one should be allowed to face.
I fear all of it.
But sadly, it would be nothing new.
I shall be punished for simply taking a breath.
I wish to take my final one.
I "belong" in the kitchen, after all.
I have possession of the knife.
This decision shall finally be mine.
My fear melts away, and my neck turns cold.
I shall take my freedom...
Yes, I have taken it.
However, it was not by means of bloodshed.
It was not by means of "relief."
It was by means of struggle.
It was by by means of the impossible.
No longer shall I hide my face behind blu
.in a poemMore Like This
to life, so i write
about you, i write
about you, and i
am still keeping
(light the path then, lantern eyes, if you know the fucking way out of here)
When I Shall DieWhen I shall dieMore Like This
I ask not for a coffin
To display my mortal body
To the Earth beneath.
I ask not for a funeral
A celebration of my life and memory
Though both would be soon forgotten
I ask not for roses nor lilies
To slowly rot away in coherence with me.
When I shall die
I merely ask for a stone
With my name etched onto its soul
And of this stone I beg,
To remember me
Remember I was here , that I existed,
For all eternity.
.you say youMore Like This
lie because you
care, and i
i know you'd
use the truth
if you really
Hug"Ha! Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"More Like This
"It is a gun. But I am also happy to see you."
"...I knew it was a gun, Rich. I was making a joke, you know? Because your gun was sticking out like- oh, nevermind. You friggin' aliens will never get the joke."
"You could try the line again? I will laugh this time."
"No. It's ruined now."
"Is that why you are upset, then?"
"I'm not upset. It just would've been a good joke."
"You are upset. Your symptoms show it."
"Gah- I told you to stop doing that! You don't need to know my body temperature or metabolism at the moment or whatever the heck you were looking for. Stop using your weird power things."
"They are not weird."
"Maybe not on Mars."
"I didn't come from Mars."
"You know what I mean!"
"Sometimes I am not sure, little earthling."
"Seriously. Don't call me that."
"I have nothing else to call you, since you stated that you preferred me not to call you Elizabeth Sandra Lener."
"That's my full name. Just call me Liz. D
The Boy and the GirlOne upon a time,More Like This
there was a boy,
And there was a girl.
Both of them had closets.
The girls closet had scary skeletons,
and heavy suitcases
That horrified her far too much,
and weighed far too much,
for her to take out on her own.
The boy had the same problem,
but much worse.
He was big, and brave,
but his baggage was far too heavy
And even he, the fearless boy
was too afraid to take out those skeletons.
Both of them were covered in cuts and bruises.
All over their bodies,
they bled, and ached.
One day, the boy and girl happened upon each other.
They became very good friends.
The two had very similar interests,
and had very similar personalities.
They were both stubborn,
But they were both passionate,
The boy and girl grew even closer,
and soon fell in love.
They told each other everything.
About their days,
about their feelings,
And one day, the girl beckoned the boy towards her closet,
and showed him her wounds.
She told him about her problem,
scared he woul
the sharpest livesHonestly kid,More Like This
It's probably good,
You don't know what's lurking through your neighborhood...
Modern Day- Alek Part 1"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!"More Like This
Alek's tutor had raised his voice to an all time high.
"YOU HAVE TO LEARN!"
"FOR WHAT?" He screamed. He made a shrugging motion with his arms. "IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE I HAVE MUCH TO LIVE FOR!"
Mr. Volger brought his fist onto the table. Alek had always thought his name was odd and strangely mean, which fit his tutor's personality like a glove.
"You don't UNDERSTAND, Alek! Your father is..."
"The most rich scientist in the world. Yes, I've heard it a million times."
"BECAUSE YOU DON'T LISTEN!"
His tutor screamed at the boy until he couldn't take it anymore.
"I NEVER asked YOU to help me, Volger! Maybe you should TAKE A HINT!"
Alek slipped his shoes on and slammed the front door behind him. He ran as fast as he could, wiping the tears away from his eyes. He ran for a mile before stopping at his favorite spot in the world. A frog croaked as he walked towards the creek. He'd gotten used to running away and coming here. Alek dropped to his knees and let his
Do not be ashamed of who you are.At one point in your life,More Like This
you didn't mind being a girl.
It was only after you met
her that you thought, "Maybe
this isn't the right fit." Because,
if you're being honest, she
deserves a knight in shining armor.
You are not Atlas, my dear.
Your shoulders do not
merit a world of troubles,
but instead love-lined clouds
that whisper, "Do not be
ashamed of who you are."
A woman can be a
champion whose heart burns
with more gold than a king's
castle holds. Perhaps if
you had more faith,
you might find that's just what