I Am NotI am not Ugly; you're just holding the mirror wrong.
I am not Blind; I just love to listen.
I am not Retarded; I just learn differently than you.
I am not ADHD; the world just fascinates me.
I am not Depressed; this is how I smile
I am not Fat; I'm just as big as my heart.
I am not Bisexual; I want to share my love with all.
I am not Cross-eyed; One eye sees beauty in this universe,
the other looks towards my future.
Before you think you may have the answer, on who I'm supposed to be,
I am not Special; I'm just being me.
Black and WhiteI have died prematurely,More Like This
long before my time.
Though I still gasp in cold air,
I have lost lasting life.
My heart still pushes on steadily,
endlessly until the end.
But if you look into my eyes,
you will know emptiness.
So stick me in a gilded coffin:
colour my face with rouge.
Adorn me in golden jewellery that now
never will again be used.
Decorate my memory:
make me swift, smart, and kind.
Think of me as angelic,
forget who I was inside.
For I have passed away my soul
to traders on the streets.
I have left to Higher Places:
pray I don't suffocate.
"She lives now in a dreamland,"
you whisper in the night.
But remember who I've always been:
I dream in Black
The PunishmentBurn the bridgesMore Like This
I've worked to build
And you will start
I'll take you as
I dare you to!
Awaken it -
The beast within -
You shall bring pain
A plague upon
Know I'll break you
A flood will come,
I'll burn your heart.
Betray me and
I will unleash
My wrath upon
Your traitor soul
I'll take you as
I will rise
To conquer you
And you'll regret
I'm confused, but liking it.I haven't had any real depression/anxiety attacks lately, strangely enough. I've been calm for the most part, and only once have I been in danger of slipping recently. I took control of it. I moved on, even though it was my only real goal for this semester, because I know I can go on without it. I don't need a group to sing, and there are people already in my life that appreciate me and like me for who I am. I love those people. They mean the world to me and I love who they are. We pick each other up and sometimes knock each other down, but that's who we are and I need these people like air; not some silly singing group. But I digress. The point is that I'm loving life right now and even when it's troubling me, I'm able to look at the lighter side of things and I'm loving it.More Like This
BetrayalYour eyes are now empty, only bloodlust remains.More Like This
In the crimson fury of your eyes, my fear reflects.
Can you feel?
Do you see what you've become?
But even if you see,
you can't return, can you?
Suffering as a monster, you'll merely watch your own destruction.
So it's true, isn't it?
You wouldn't do this.
This isn't you.
You can't come back.
A deceiver has taken your body.
Your empty eyes give you away.
This isn't you,
but my heart still breaks.
Because you promised.
That promise is shattered by your new-found claws.
They control themselves.
Cutting through me,
But I long for this pain.
Impossible to keep.
It's finally shattered.
And even in knowing
our promise was,
My heart was willing to believe.
I Am Not to be CrossedRage courses through my body as I look upon the whore,More Like This
A laugh jumps from my throat, she knows what lies in store.
She knew she tread on thin ice when crossing me,
I thought it was obvious, how dangerous it would be.
Her hands trailed across my broad shoulders seductively,
Quite aware, was I, that she wanted me to think of it as lovingly.
Weary I was, of the games she was playing,
Its alright now, though, for her blood is spraying.
Games bore me and I have no time to be teased,
I found that, only if she is dead, will I ever be pleased.
A steel, cold, blade rests firmly within my grasp,
One single stroke to her skin, was all it took to make her gasp.
An expert, I am with the blade,
For six years, every night I have practiced on myself, I am its slave.
There is strength in my every muscle, every inch,
It will certainly come in handy, to snap her neck, in just a pinch.
Well aware, is she, that I am an enemy to be feared,
Only too late does she know, and now her flesh has been seared.
size zeroi drape my body into the waterMore Like This
and my bones float away from my skin.
hipbones jutting like icebergs,
the concave of my stomach drowning as
water cries down my waterfall-stoned ribs.
absolution ripples across stained wrists,
delicate kisses pawing clawless
as my heartbeat barely touches the water.
i wring my eyes and cobweb them shut,
clumsily stepping blind from the water.
my fingertips curl desperately
as i draw my nails down marble,
hounding artifice to smother my ruined body.
i meticulously fold and wrap the cloth
spinning a corset of crosshairs
that stifle my lungs of capacity,
and others eyes of realisation.
tears melt my eyes awake.
i look down over my protected frame,
spun like flax into cotton.
out of sight
[and i'm] out of mind.
everyone dies"breathe,"More Like This
he tells her, because
her lips are bluer
than her eyes
that is all he can
think to say-
their hands stem
into each other
puckered with veins
have to breathe."
"mm," she hums
and it comes out
like broken song,
of their warmth,
thin and hopeless-
like a piano
"okay." he says,
tracing her skin.
time is running
can do is
watch as she
in your hair."
he gasps, because
the sky is bluer
than her lips
which are bluer
than her eyes
her hair is
as wet as his eyes,
and all he can think
a cliche in reversex.More Like This
he kisses her once, hard on the mouth.
and then he turns to leave.
there are butterflies in her stomach and fairies in her feet and she yells to his back: "i won't forget you."
he stops, but doesn't turn around to face her. and then, so softly, so quietly that she might've imagined it, she hears:
she knows he's going to leave soon.
it's only a matter of time.
on their last day together, she breaks: "it doesn't have to be this way."
silence, and then:
"...you know it does."
the days turn into weeks turn into a month and she can feel time sweeping by.
they don't hold hands or snuggle or touch lips or share secrets, but she knows him.
she knows the way his lips curve just so into the most beautiful smile. the way his hair falls over his eyes when he's upset,
the way he knows when she's upset and the way his voice cradles her name and...
she knows him.
"you know," she starts, sipping on her cherry-soda. "you're not like everyone says you are."
"you're not so
Red ScreamsSmiling at me, shiny silver teethMore Like This
Begging my wrist
For one chaste
Grinning at me, that evil smirk
Making my heart pound
So sharp so
I know I
And really I
Arm’s too full of blood
From attempts to
Join the stars.
Photo album of
My diary of my
I am still
It's all my fault.Do you ever have those momentsMore Like This
Of intense sadness?
A kind of sadness that threatens
To take you over and engulf your soul
It's such a profound feeling
And you end up
In such a pit of despair
Because nothing you do
Ever turns out right
Because you can't even seem
To help the one you love most
Because you're just a failure
Through and through
Nothing you do it right
Everything is a mistake
You're a mistake
You want nothing more
Than to succeed
And to help the one you love
But you just can't
You can try
But you just mess it up
And end up causing something disastrous
It all builds up inside of you
All coming together
To form that sadness
That you're feeling
And the only way to deal with that sadness
Is by ripping open your own skin
You just cut
Over and over again
Getting lost in the rhythm
Not even thinking about how much damage you're causing
The pain is worth it
After all you caused it
So you deserve every single cut
That you inflict on yourself
So you just keep cutting
And as the blood
I've finally found the reasonI've finally foundMore Like This
my reason for loving
the one with blue eyes
the pain that is bottled
that he thinks is so well
the way he cant actually
smile cause everything
reminds him of pain
I've finally found
that all I want to
do is help the pain
to see his actual smile
I've finally found the reason
why he hurts so much inside
yet I fear I am far to
late to be of any help
I've finally found a reason
to why he never leaves my
Little humming birdTiny humming birdMore Like This
I see you've lost your
your life it
slows and your scared
of the things
that you are yet to
Tiny humming bird
let me hold
and heal the
wounds you refuse
little humming bird
Can I please help you
Never set freeI should be thrown in jailMore Like This
locked up and never
'Cause I've killed
someone not so dear
I still felt the
tear as her life
she was the girl
I wanted to be
throw me in
lose the key
I don't want to be
DestinyDestiny, he calls meMore Like This
my name what a strange
mean fate and yet he
calls me by it
when he says it
it melts to my skin
covers me in the real
Destiny he calls me
He calls me by my name
it means nothing
Tragedy of the treesDoes the wind not chill the trees?More Like This
And on the ground lay their fallen leaves?
Yet they make new ones
In futile hope for the sun.
Yet every year when summer is done
Their leaves and the ground become one.
Every year they feel them die
Every year they feel them dry
They feel them freeze
And yet with such ease
They still stand tall and make new leaves
How i wish i were a tree.
My SunlightYou are my sun,More Like This
My only light,
As you fade,
The moon is there,
A memory of you,
Of the darkness,
Before your dawn.
You are the breeze,
That kisses my face,
Those tender lips,
That rushing embrace.
You are the grass,
Beneath my feet,
You hide my tears,
You support my weight.
You are the last,
One for me,
There was many before,
But they were never the same.
With you its right,
With you its love,
And if tonight,
I come above.
I'll see your glory,
From the moon,
From the memory,
Of this afternoon.
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;More Like This
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
She's a WriterShe sits at her deskMore Like This
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
Merthur: An Everlasting Love Chapter 1In Camelot, Merlin was delivering sheets to the King's room. From outside the room, he heard moans coming from inside, opening the door slowly and creeping in, he saw Arthur facedown on his bed, sobbing inconsolably. "Arthur?" he whispered, but the reply was much the same as usual. "Go away Merlin!" but Merlin had already realised that the tears were coming from Arthur, so sitting down, he spoke softly, "I know we need to talk," Arthur buried his head in the pillows. "Merlin You're trying my patience!" Merlin paused,More Like This
"Gwen was wrong to leave you,"
Arthur rolled over, his face red and puffy, his eyelashes dripping. Merlin took a moment to consider what to do next. Arthur wasn't at his most attractive, but now was the best chance he had of Arthur listening to him, and he was the hottest man Merlin had ever seen.
"She was! You're brave, intelligent, kind, and beautiful,"
An awkward hush fell on the room, and Merlin wasn't sure if he said the right thing, but Arthur sat up. He
Imperfect WriterWords are written in a fluid motion.More Like This
The thoughts are rushing; there’s so much commotion.
Cramps arise from within my wrist.
The story continues on without a murderous twist.
Stress has crept along my back,
For there’s something I believe I lack.
I can see the blood, the horror, and the hate.
But I cannot find whatever I expected would be great.
Every time there’s something missing,
Something that I don’t believe I’m overanalyzing.
So, I add and add and add until I find a fit,
But the unknown stretches to Beyond and I lose it.
Therefore, I make it all new again and again.
It all starts over, though, and I know I cannot win.
I dread the day when the unknown will consume everything whole,
And I’m left with another unfinished goal.
I’m an imperfect writer; that much is true.
But I’m not alone; you’re with me, too.
We, writers, all have been cursed,
For the good and for the worst.
Our thoughts are contaminated with lies,
And they expand
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?More Like This
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
Spoken Word #1You're telling me this is the best for meMore Like This
but this is all just a scheme
Telling right from wrong, was it true all along?
Godammit woman, just leave me alone!
15 years pass and I still don't know shit
If I don't know, might as well just hit
Hit the road, hit the city, or hit the wall
I just want all of this gone
Talking is all you do
Trying to make up the nasty words you threw
"Forgive me daughter" "I miss my mother"
Crying everyday because of your bull crap
Just wanting to get smacked
In just two years, I'll be leaving this place
By then, you'll be regretting everything you said
In just two years, I'll be stronger than before
Standing up for myself against you
Now you think in the near future,
I would regret my words
Hell no, fuck that!
There's no way I'm turning back
Battle Against the Creeper King: PROLOG PROLOG.More Like This
It had been a long night of live streaming and Martyn was ready to go home. He was in YogTowers with Toby, who he invited to livestream with him. it was Toby's first time in the building, so as Martyn expected he kept looking around and asking questions "what's this room for?" He kept asking. Eventually Martyn just told him to shut up. "it's getting late." Martyn said to Toby. "want to just come with me to my flat and stay the night?" he asked. Toby yawned. "Sure." he said. they picked up their coats and headed out of the building. They walked out to the parking lot, talking about how the stream went. when they got into the car, Martyn was about to say something when Toby shushed him. "What?" he asked.
"shush! Do you hear that?" Toby asked. Martyn hushed listening closely. Then he heard it. it sounded like a low hissing sound. "what the..." he said getting out of the car. Toby got out as well. and the both looked around the car for the source of the
AverageAverage. It's such a nothing word. No one wants to feel that they're average, and yet, by the very definition, many people are. Some people are in denial, and still think they are exceptional. I'm not one of them.More Like This
Sure, I've done things. I've travelled, I get good grades, I give money to charity. But so many other people do that too. The only way to know you are exceptional is if other people tell you. The people you see in the news, the people you hear about, they are exceptional. That boy, Jack Andraka, who came up with a new, better, cheaper way to detect cancer, he's exceptional. He did that, and he's not even sixteen.
People are doing exceptional things younger and younger. There are many renowned artists, actors, writers, and inventors that aren't old enough to be served alcohol. I don't resent them their achievements. It's a wonderful thing. But one can't help but feel inadequate when compared to these young achievers.
It could have something to do with the epidemic of di
Beginning of the EndMy phone drops and hits the linoleum floor. The crack echoes throughout the court room. The LCD screen glows against the darkness of the room. My green eyes swell with hatred and depression.More Like This
"All custody belongs to the mother, Melissa Tyson." My cousin grimaces, and his Ex hugs her mother. She had lied, reported domestic abuse. And she had reported it straight to the police on the day she couldn't take it anymore. Father's Day. With one kid from a past father-Kyle-and Alex, their two year old daughter, she had left the couple's apartment and never returned. I stood as an idol to these kids, and they looked up to me. They would never get to see their idol again. All because of their selfish mother, that had not once falsely called the cops, but twice, once against her past boyfriend, the father to Kyle.
The jury leaves, and I pick up my phone. It was cracked. Not that I need it anymore. I toss it underneath the bench, and follow my parents out. I see my cousin, and bare a small smile.
The Avatar StateThe Avatar State:More Like This
Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control
Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind
By pushing and pulling the words we may-
create a picture of what we wish to say
Painted upon a canvas of emotional lines
We create a sculpture of structured rhymes
Earth is uncomprising
Craggy on the whole, it resembles the concrete
Like the craggy mountains with peaks and valleys
It can take us down
A creative alley. For rock resembl
AftermathDate: 08-09-3000More Like This
Date: August 9th, 3000
- It has been 3 weeks since the meteorites hit. As I’ve written before, the shower took us all by surprise, it has destroyed most of North America. The ash and smallest bits of debris thrown up into the atmosphere have created a cloud overhead that have blocked out nearly all the sun. It has started snowing, but none of the snow is safe to melt down and drink, because half of it is mixed with the soot from the clouds. Which means the gallon of water I carry with me and my other supplies will have to suffice for now.
I’m traveling from Akron, Ohio, heading west. The clouds are heading east with the westerly winds and I’m hopping for some sunshine if I continue to head in the opposite direction of these awful life-killing clouds. All power is lost as I see it, any houses lucky enough to have survived are either disturbingly quiet or over crowded with refuges, smoke p
Waiting for YouI stare out the window, waiting for you.More Like This
I think of your eyes, which sparkle when they see me.
I think of your ears, which listen to all my silly tales.
I think of your mouth, that smiles when I'm happy.
I think of your brow, that furrows when I'm hurt.
I think of your voice, which always tries to say the right thing.
I think of your arms, that hold me when I'm sad.
I think of your hands, that help me when I need it.
I think of your shoulders, where I can rest my head when tired.
I think of your legs, which would walk a mile for me.
I think of your toes, which brush against mine at night.
I think of your heart, which is filled with love.
As I stare out the window, I think of you...and realize I'd wait an eternity for you.
DarknessThe darkness is eating meMore Like This
It has buried itself in my heart
It is ice, where the fire has burned through
It is killing me.
I need help
But no one cares
They ask, then turn away and forget.
I'm so cold
I'm trapped inside me.
I can't talk
It won't let me.
Someone did this to me.
Someone infected me, cut me, trapped me.
I trusted them.
I was wrong.
Sick LoveSick LoveMore Like This
I feel sick when I think of you,
I have bad dreams,
You plague my mind,
Like a bad memory that infects me,
It tears me apart from the inside,
I want to scream but I can't speak,
This sick love that I have for you…
Will be the death of me,
This aching pain
Caused by the fact that I care,
I wish I could say "go to hell
I don't want you, need you… love you"
But I'm consumed,
I can no longer breathe
I have lost the power of speech,
All I can feel
Is my heart speed up when I see you,
This sick love that I have for you,
It cuts me from the inside out,
This sick love that I have for you
Is sure to be the death of me.
By CandlelightCandlelightMore Like This
Cast demons, on the wall.
Puppets dance, throughout the hall.
Flickered wick, blazing tip.
Liquired fuel, howling ghouls.
Gift of sight
Voiceless breeze, whistling trees.
Mortal folly, horror trolley.
Wax burns, gears turn.
Dying spark, frozen heart.
Planet CancerMore Like This
Planet cancer, is the answer.
Build it taller.
Build if faster.
Fate controlled, by tyrant masters.
Planet cancer; is the answer.
Soak the Earth,
in smog and brine.
Choke this world,
in soot and grime.
Healthy Earth, left behind.
Planet cancer; why oh why?
Planets laugh, the time is nigh.
One of them, nature dies.
Our roles for Earth, we defy.
Planet cancer; why oh why?
IndigoIndigo:More Like This
The color of her soul.
If you’d ask me, I wouldn’t know.
Everyday at 8am, she would come inside my paint shop.
Hiding her face with her hand, turning away with a smile showing. And in a pleasant timid tone, she would ask,
"One tube, of Indigo"
The only color she ever asked for—ever needed really.
I found it queer, very weird, but what was worse is when she asked me for her paint brush.
I handed it to her, but not in haste, just to see how she would react.
She paid me, like anyone else, but unlike everyone else, she tore the bristles one by one from the handle; just humming.
Then she asked, “May I have a pair of scissors?”
I chuckled inside, was she a wizard? Standing there with what was left of the brush, her wand. Cutting a piece of her locks, she just smiled and left.
And every morning, I’d watch her paint. But what was so odd, so very strange; she painted full color pictures...it was insane. Picasso works; it was incredible.
Why I DiedCan I tell you how I died?More Like This
Why it rhymes with suicide.
Not because, I fell ill.
Not because, I swallowed pills.
Soon you'll see why I lie still.
Not because, I have drowned.
Not because of, Russian Roulette's
Deaf words of mine,
preach no sound.
Not because, the fault of life
Not because, the sharpened knife.
Real reason, why, tears went dry.
Not because, I jumped to fall.
Not because, this body I mauled.
The more I remember,
the harder too recall.
The true answer is i'm,
But to me,
the meaning of suicide:
R.I.P R.I.PMore Like This
"Rest in peace"
Or at least,
what we all think it means.
How may I rest, six feet under;
in a tomb?
Alone and cold, in soiled womb?
They said, after death,
"You have nothing to worry."
"Reside in purgatory"
Why bury me in damp grave?
So far away from heavens gates?
I feel the warmth, know it well.
Another half inch, I'd burn in hell.
But in this shell, lifeless; sedated.
Ironic you wanted me cremated.
Is this wrong? Or is this right?
jokes on me I guess that's life.
At least for some,
"Reveal in Paradise"
If Ever I Lost YouWhat weighs on your mind?More Like This
What's taking up your time?
You tell me not to worry and you swear you're really fine
Please open up to me
Tell me of your fears
You know I'll kiss the scars and I'll wipe away your tears
Don't keep it to yourself
You know you're not alone
I couldn't live my life without you ever coming home
I'd be so lost inside
I wouldn't recognize
The person that I see in the reflection of your eyes
Just tell me you're okay, and that you love me too
I don't know what I'd do
If ever I lost you…
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.More Like This
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
Wonder.Do you fear your own death?More Like This
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.
Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.
Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.
But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.
It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...
I'm afraid of how I'll
Savior.I have this darkness deep inside me,More Like This
It's what influenced this writing.
I can't control it, I can't fight it,
Barely know it, and can't hide it.
I'm just a mess with no ambition;
So much less than I envisioned.
How much more can I endure?
I don't know, I'm not too sure...
I'm not myself when I'm alone,
And yet I find I'm on my own.
I'm like a lock without a key,
There is no perfect fit for me!...
You're not alone.
Don't think like that.
Pick your head up.
I believe in you.
You can do it.
I love you...
Are you here to prove me wrong?
To make me see the brighter dawn?
With this darker side, this part of me,
How can you love someone like me?
I don't care, I'm glad you do...
Where would I be if it weren't for you?
You pulled me through the worst of times,
I never thought I'd call you mine...
Yes, I'm a mess, but this mess is forever yours.
Together we can unlock and open up these remaining doors.
And I'm not backing down as long as you're by my side...
Hold on to my hand and we'l
One More Mistake.With every word that I sayMore Like This
With every smile I fake
Every moment I live
I'm making one more mistake...
All the tears that I've cried
Have fallen unnoticed
No matter how hard I try
Nobody will know this...
Every friend that I've made
Everything I create
With every door that I open
I'm making one more mistake...
I hate what I've done
And this person that I've become
I hate these scars on my wrist
Is there no ending to this...?
With every beat of my heart
With every breath that I take
Every day I wake up
Is just another mistake...
A Letter For YouAs I pass,More Like This
My love was true.
As I die,
Read this letter for you.
I'm wasn't as tall.
I started to crumble,
Then I started to fall.
I may have acted shy,
I may have talked small.
But when I'm was with you,
I tore down my wall.
I would never leave,
Which created a lie.
Breaking my promise,
Made you cry.
You had no clue,
As to what was true.
You tried something new.
You tried to cut,
Which soon failed.
Your body dangled high,
Causing it to flail.
Now and forever,
I stay behind your door.
I sit in your drawer.
The death count rose,
From one to two.
Without reading me,
Leaves the love untrue.
HE, sees thee.
He strongly warns,
You're alone for eternity.
MisgenderedFirst things first: you wake up. You know, to the usual sound of Mother’s soft melodious singing while she cooks breakfast for you and your sister. You glance at the clock: it’s 6:30AM and somehow you manage to roll out of bed. When your mother sees you slouching in the kitchen she says “Goodmorning, Dear. Lovely bedhead.” She giggles, amused by her own self. You groan and continue walking like a Neanderthal to the table. The sweet aroma of Mother’s cooking only makes you sleepier, but the emptiness in your stomache is the only thing keeping you awake.More Like This
You then notice your sister hasn’t come down yet, your mother has noticed too.
“Elizabeth!” she shouts, “Come down to breakfast!”
You hear a soft groan coming from her room.
“Elizabeth! Breakfast is getting cold!”
That reminds you, you’re starving. You walk into the kitchen and take in the wonderful breakfast smell: Mom’s homemade pancakes with bacon. You
JackPale lips.More Like This
Flowers and bows.
A long time ago.
Blue in his eyes.
And stars now, too.
So far away.
He begs me to stay.
But I'm already gone.
Always something wrong.
Forget the tears,
Forget the smile.
I will die
Forget the laughter,
Forget the pain.
Love itI feel your hands in my hair.More Like This
I feel your breath on my neck.
I feel your body pressed so close to mine.
I feel your lips on my throat.
I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.
I feel you and I love it.
I hear you say you love me.
I hear you whisper my name.
I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.
I hear your breath in my ear.
I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep.
I hear you and I love it.
I see you as I run into your arms.
I see your face break through my world of darkness.
I see you fight away my fears.
I see you wipe away my tears.
I see you're in love with me.
I see you and I love it.
I taste your lips.
I taste your tongue.
I taste your throat as I kiss it.
I taste your love.
I taste your passion.
I taste you and I love it.
I smell your colone as I hold you.
I smell your shampoo as I hug you.
I smell your toothpaste as I kiss you.
I smell your excitement as you cuddle me.
I smell the smell I've been waiting so long to smell.
I smell you and
Just Words"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.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?
plumbumshe has a heart of goldMore Like This
and she, a heart of lead
and she, a heart of uranium.
and they go walking sometimes, the three of them.
gold is confident in her worth,
bought and sold and bought and sold
the virgin whore
and lead behind,
heart heavy in her chest
guilt from bullets
and pride from pipes
and anxiety from irreparable brain damage
and somewhere off to the side treads uranium,
white skin glowing,
thin frame for a dense core.
I'm FineMore Like This
Im fine really
No really Im fine
Why am I crying?
Im not crying
I just have something in my eye
I swear Im fine
Really I am
No hard feelings
Why are you pushing me?
I already told you Im fine
No Im not depressed
What do you mean whats on my arm
The cat scratched me, thats all
No I didnt cut myself
People who do that are crazy
I didnt cut myself
Dont think youre that special that I would want to do that
Why wont you leave me alone?
Just leave me alone
Thats all I ask
Youre not that important anyway
What do you mean I need help?
I dont need help
You need help
Youre the one who wont leave me alone
Theres nothing wrong with me
Im perfectly normal
No I am not cutting!!!!!!!
Leave me alone
Just leave me be
Let me go to my room
I slowly slid it across my wrist
Letting it rip into the warm, tender flesh
This is what they get for pushing me
Introductions"Hi, I'm-"More Like This
"I know who you are."
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"
"You're the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more."
"You don't understand weakness the way-"
"You're the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks."
"Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when-"
MonsterRun.More Like This
Monsters are following you, they tell you to die.
Smile as long as you can, it won't last for a while.
You're not normal, my friend, that's all in your head.
Don't cry, you stupid child, it will start again and again.
"Talk to us.
Talk to us!
Listen to us.
We tell the truth!"
Life or Death? You need to choose.
It was too much for you and now you're dead.
And no one will be sad.
AnxietySometimes,More Like This
Sick isn't something
You can see.
When I'm standing there -
Fists bracing -
For 'no reason at all',
I hope it makes you
Feel big and tall,
To tell me I'm being stupid.
When I can't talk to someone -
Because my throat is dry,
And I feel sick,
Like I can't
Catch my breath,
Like I'm going to cry
Like I'm hurtling
Towards death -
Don't tell me to
'Get over myself'.
When I'm crying -
And my knees
And I'm too scared
And every heart
Makes me jump -
How can you tell me
I need to 'grow up'?
When I can't get on a bus -
Because so many people,
So many eyes,
And my mind is force-feeding
Me so many lies -
Don't tell me I 'think I'm better
Than everyone else'.
I'm trying my hardest.
Really, I am.
Would you tell someone with a broken leg
To just get up and walk?
Would you tell someone with no tongue
To open their mouth and talk?
Would you tell a wingless angel
So tell me why -
When it is
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
Love Letters On the TrainDear Stranger,More Like This
I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress).
You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of something I'm unaware of, something silently and intimately your own; a secret from the world that makes everything all the more meaningful to you.
- The Passenger
I'm not in the habit of reading post-its from strangers. I found a love-letter hidden in a newspaper once, that the author forgot or was too afraid to send. It made me sad to think
Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showersMore Like This
With a towel loosely wrapped around my waist
Scalding hot water was blistering my skin
As I bled from an unspeakable place
A hard-handed teacher dragged me to my feet
With little or no sign of sympathy
For the bruising to my feeble framed ribcage
And the fractures to my identity
I think they all thought that I had it coming
As no one was willing to testify
That the sodomy inflicted upon me
Was something to which I hadn’t complied
Boisterous boys laughing in the corridors
As I shamefully limped throughout the day
Not a thought for the pain that was inflicted
Just worried for what my parents would say
I couldn’t bear it if I saw in their eyes
That I deserved everything that I got
As they are the ones who created my heart
Whether they care for whom it beats or not
So I will take a discriminate beating
If my resolve will help people to see
That I can not be anything more or less
Than the person that I was born to be
R.I.P.Did anyone notice that she winced if you raised your arm?More Like This
Did anyone notice that her eyes were wide with alarm?
Did anyone notice that she never looked you in the eye?
Did anyone notice that her voice was but a sigh?
Did anyone notice that her skin was always bruised?
Did anyone question whether she might be abused?
Did anyone question why she walked in obvious fear?
Did anyone question why one day she did not appear?
Did anyone recognize her face on the six-o’clock news?
Did anyone see her remains pulled from the river refuse?
Did anyone care that this quiet girl no longer exists?
No. No one did. And she will never even be missed.
Dear YouDear YouMore Like This
You are a hurricane.
You are a volcano.
You are a flurry of beautiful violence;
A plume of volcanic ash cast into the sky.
You are all the voices of the world;
A scream and a whisper and a sigh.
You are the beauty of the earth;
An exquisite wildfire, divine in its destruction.
And you are so strong.
You are stronger than this weight on your shoulders,
You are stronger than this emptiness in your chest,
You are stronger than all these things that dare get in your way.
You will charge past these things;
These regrets, these desires, these insecurities.
You will get through every pitfall and mistake and slipup,
And you’ll be made better for it.
You are unbeatable, unconquerable and unstoppable.
Every obstacle, an opportunity,
Every failure, a lesson.
You will beat this because you are better than this.
You will beat this because you are you.
And that is a powerful thing.
I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:More Like This
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
Losing a part of meLosing a part of meMore Like This
By: Tharangi Fernando
The truth is set free,
I'm losing a part of me,
It's floating away on the river of thought's,
I fought to get it back,
I'm losing a part of me,
I won't get it back unless I fight for what is true,
What is free,
Losing a part of me,
Is just the beginning,
The end is worth dying for
Rainbow DustMore Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust
Stolen MemeStolen from :iconxfangheartx:More Like This
First off, choose 12 different housemates, They can be from any fandom, and let the mayhem ensue.
1. Trafalgar Law (One Piece)
2. Terra (Kingdom Hearts)
3. Hisagi Shuuhei (Bleach)
4. Switch (Sket Dance)
5. Kazyua Hiramaru (Bakuman)
6. Touta Matsuda (Death Note)
7. Teru Mikami (Death Note)
8. Sojiro Agata (Sket Dance)
9. Takayuki Furuichi (Beelzebub)
10. Light Yagami (Death Note)
11. Narukami Yu (Persona 4: The Animation)
12. Shinjiro Aragaki (Persona 3)
Okay, let's get this started!
1. You arrive late and turns out the only room available is with 6! Isn't that great?
Me: Awww hi Matsuda!!! (hugs him)
Matsuda: Hi!!!! (hugs back)
2. After much difficulty and rearranging, your room is switched and you now share a room with 3. Is that better?
Me: (pouty face) Matsuda and I were going to have a two person party! But hey Hisagi~
3. 7 and 11 have a fight! What were they fighting about?
Me: (running over) What is this about?!
Mikami: He looks lik
Mockingjay (A Hunger Games Poem)Katniss Everdeen. The Girl who was on fire.More Like This
Cinna was right-they'd never forget her.
Gale, back at District 12 surely didn't, no one did,
Not this spontaneous girl who led the rebellion.
The girl Peeta fell for, The girl who lived against all odds.
The one, the only,
UPDATE: Pottermore to open in early April 2012THIS JUST IN FROM THE POTTERMORE INSIDER BLOG:More Like This
We’re pleased to announce that pottermore.com will be open to everyone in early April 2012.
We know that the extended wait for those wishing to be part of Pottermore has been frustrating, and we’d like to thank you all for your patience so far.
Many of you are interested to know why we extended the original opening date beyond October of last year.
We always knew Pottermore would be incredibly popular, which is why we made the decision to only open to one million Beta users to begin with. We wanted to make sure that we had a really good understanding of how people want to use the site and which bits we’d need to modify before giving more people access.
We gathered some incredibly useful feedback from our Beta users, and it became clear that our original platform wouldn’t be suitable when millions more users came on to the site. So we made a big decision: to move Pottermore to an entirely different plat
I AmThe moonlit air cool and sweet,More Like This
Ocean waves dance at my feet,
Seagulls cry in the sky above,
I am at peace.
Fires burning hot and bright,
Casting deathly, chilling light,
Bodies littered across the ground,
I am at war.
Powerful feelings swelling inside,
Emotions that are impossible to hide,
Her smile caused by a simple act,
I am in love.
Enjoying each breath I can take,
Learning my lessons from all mistakes,
Spending time with those held dear,
I am alive.
Cold, blank, unmoving,
Loved ones in need of soothing,
Nothing can be done,
I am dead.
Love letters...And she writes and writes..More Like This
these sad love letters,
day by day,
unread and unsent,
unleashing her feelings,
unto these beautifully scripted,
her heart out,
hoping that he will one day read.
A Potterhead's WATCH listI came up with some awesome movies and television shows that a Potterhead should watch...More Like This
*Percy Weasley and the Lightning Thief
*Snapes on a Plane
*Thomas Dean and Friends
*Peeves and Filch (wait...what?)
*Transformers (featuring Minerva McGonagall)
*Deathly Hallow Man
*Hagrid and the Chipmunks
*Sirius in Black
*Dobby and the Cockroaches
*The Suite Life of Fred and George
*Fluffy the Vampire Slayer
*V for Voldemort
*The Godfather (featuring Sirius Black)
*Underworld: Rise of the Lycans (featuring Remus Lupin)
*Nymphadora the Explorer
*Barty the Dinosaur
*Curious George Weasley
*Planet of the Snapes
*Rise of the Planet of the Snapes (Draco's there, too)
*Charlie Weasley and the Chocolate Frog Factory
*A Sirius of Unfortunate Events
*Ghost (featuring Nearly Headless Nick)
*The Wizard of Oz-kaban
*Charlie Weasley's Angels
*Kill Bill Weasley
*Diary of a Wimpy Kid (featuring Neville Longbottom)
*Neville wears Prada
SnowDancersMore Like This
Fluttering floating down,
Of all shapes and sizes,
Warm cold skin,
Catching in stiff frozen hair,
Melting and settling,
Snow fairies dancing
Each unique flake,
I Could Be WorseWould you rather I was a whore,More Like This
Or a bore,
Or maybe something a little more,
Than that which I am?
Would you rather I was a bitch,
Or a witch,
Or a scratch for you to itch,
Instead of being me?
Would you rather I was a liar,
Or a crier,
Or someone to lift your pride higher,
As opposed to this pointless screw-up?
Would you rather I was a sheep,
Or simply less of a so-called creep,
In the place of that who I am?
I don't care about perfect,
I don't care about being liked,
I just want to be happy,
I want to be more than crappy,
In a world full of Me and You;
Them and Us,
When there should be no fuss,
Because we are who we are,
So if you want me to be as dull as tar,
I have one thing to say that might just get through;
And that thing is "fuck you."
I'm fineYou say I don't understand youMore Like This
and I probably don't
But how can I ever begin to understand
if you never tell me anything?
Are you okay?
How am I supposed to know
if you always tell me
what you think I want to hear
Tell me how everything is falling apart
how you hate everything
Just don't tell me lies
I can't help you
when all you show me
is a wall
I can't help you
unless you help me first
Help me understand
even if I never truly will
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinMore Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"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."
Fuck Society"You can't be pretty,More Like This
Without being skinny."
That's what they say,
So I start dieting,
And starving myself,
To follow their way.
"You have a disorder,
If you look too skinny."
So that's what I do,
I start to gain,
But it doesn't feel the same,
How much do I even weigh?
"You need to cover up,
If you still don't wear make-up."
I start to wear make-up,
But I don't feel pretty,
I feel like I'm suffocating,
My mom takes pity.
"Don't cover up too much,
You'll look like a slut."
I stop wearing make-up,
They want everything,
Instead of messing people up,
Why can't they chose something.
"Don't you dare cry,
Hold it in with a sigh."
I dry my tears,
I can't show my fears,
But I'm scared,
What if no one cares?
"But you can let emotions show,
So people can love you more."
My insides start to hurt,
My heart is about to burst,
I'm so confused,
What do I do?
"You want to be perfect?
We'll show you how to work it."
They messed with my head,
Causing me to hate and be hated,
For me, it's too l
I Don't Need A MakeupI want to remove this paint in my faceMore Like This
To be simple and be myself
Uncomfortable in this gorgeous phase
True beauty, I want to see for yourself
I don't need any eye liner
Making my eyes dark and sad
It isn't good nor better
For me, I look like bad
I don't need a lipstick
Coloring my lips cherry red
It makes me sick, and i can't speak
For it is being said
I don't need a makeup, I am beautiful
People just don't see its true
They want me to put some more, plentiful
For they are used to
They make me look like a clown
If I wore makeup again
For me, they are putting me down
Like saying that I'm ugly for being me, now and then
What Does 'Asylum' Mean? I wore my fuzzy socks for the same reason I remembered home. It was mostly for moral support.More Like This
They didn't match my outfit at all, striped blue and purple as they were. It looked as if I’d skinned James P. Sullivan himself. But no, I wasn't a killer. Not just yet. I’d have a lot of time to consider it, it seemed. It was really quiet in the new place where I lived. The walls were soft, and nobody came to talk to me anymore.
That is, besides the people in my imagination. Sometimes, I think they’re real, but they’re mostly just in my head. That’s why I never liked 3D movies. You can never tell what’s there and what’s not, and when you try and touch it, you just end up looking stupid. Though that’s no reason to take me away and put me here. I was just trying to figure out what it all meant. Well, I guess I don’t mind it now.
My mom only
I Can't WriteI can't sleep.More Like This
Reality is a nightmare I can't escape.
I can't eat.
Food lost its flavor long ago.
I can't think.
Voices are too loud.
I can't breathe.
Air became toxic.
I can't live.
Life is no longer possible.
Call Of DutyThought: If there was a homosexual version of Call Of Duty,More Like This
Do you really think it'd be any different from the one we have now?
Dear America, "land of the free",
Please tell the public why an openly gay man cannot be part of the military?
You tell the people everyone is equal, but an insanely trivial matter such as gender preference seems to cause a massive stink in your army.
There's no difference between a gay man and a straight man apart from the people they choose to love. With the exception of donors, I'm pretty sure everyone has a heart, a pair of lungs, a stomach, and eight pints of blood in their system.
Did you see the thing on TV about sex education for teenagers? They had a segment on not being able to tell who was the homosexual amongst a group of people. Think about it.
A gay man can fight for his country just as well as a straight man can, but we are free to do as you tell us.
An angsty, straight teen who hates discrimination.
InsecureI may seem brave,More Like This
I may seem strong,
But in truth I do in destiny belong
To my fears,
The stream of lonely forgotten years,
That have replaced my dignity;
A dagger so jagged,
The fragments left behind,
Only cling at my soul to remind
Me of my shortcommings and imperfections
And tell me I'm negotiable;
That things will never stay the same;
The world changes,
The tides turn.
Black and white,
Grow easier to discern.
So life goes on.
in Destiny's bond.
Hopes and dreams tarry along.
In the depths of my mind,
Sparks that little ping of horror
That I'll be left
Vampire ChildVAMPIRE CHILDMore Like This
The small boy ran to the door,
to get out of class like he did before.
He ran out to the playground
of his elementary school;
He tried to fit in
so kids would think he was cool.
This boy was different:
He was not alive.
He needed blood
Other kids would taunt him
when he sat in the dark
in the corner
of the nearby park.
His teeth were sharp;
His body frail.
The sun burned him;
His skin was pale.
The boy's parents fed him every night,
Blood that came from a deadly fight.
He did not question what he consumed:
what it was, and where it came from.
He drank it down,
as he said "yum".
One day on the playground,
it started to rain.
He slipped on a rock,
and screamed out in pain.
A familiar sight, he saw,
ran down his arm.
And at his mind,
thie sight began to gnaw.
"This cannot be,
this isn't right.
What I see...
I drink every night..."
The little boy, sat thinking
all alone in the rain.
Does what he live off of,
He ran to his house,
to ask mommy an
Hair DyeIt's not the applicationMore Like This
Or the mixing.
It's not the wait,
Or the impatience.
It's the way the droplets
Run down my body,
Vibrant drips of
Splashing from the hair
Matted to my face,
Spilling down the curtain
And trailing down the walls.
The way the puddle
Beneath my feet,
Swimming down the drain.
Staining the world it rushes through.
I won't Forget, and I will RegretI won't forget,More Like This
And I will regret,
Most the things I've done.
For days to come,
In a battle they have won.
Through the truth,
Even lost my pride,
While falling to the dark side.
My friends are my family,
Always standing by me.
But recently we've become distant,
Getting lost as I see.
So I won't forget,
But I will regret,
My actions and my lie.
I love you,
I trust you,
So please don't let me die.
~Ecstasypaw (Feedback Requested)
Under your bedHow to create a monster, you ask?More Like This
Quite simple if you ask the right things, know the right people.
Drown your sorrows in yourself,
take your time.
You've joined us now,
you're a fuck up. like the rest of us.
Are you proud?
you must be.
The Sky is a Myth and the Ground is a Lie.More Like This
The Sky is a Myth and the Ground is a Lie,
And yet I still can't seem to learn to fly.
I have traversed this space both far and wide,
But haven't been able to reach the other side.
I have drifted along here for such a vast amount of time,
It's a surprise I still have the ability to pair words that rhyme.
I've been collecting stardust and chest pains the majority of these years,
No longer do the windows of time produce the pitter patter of tears.
It's general eyes that generalize this familiar astral abyss,
But I've spent enough time to know what I'll soon miss.
There was a time when everything seemed clear,
But it all has been a mistake, or so I fear.
I've barely scraped the surface yet,
But the journey is ultimately set.
I suppose now I'll keep adrift,
And through it all I'll sift.
Anxiety(Panic Attack)Trembling, tingling lipsMore Like This
Heat pouring over me
My mind shuts off
I can no longer breath
I can't move
Nor can I think
All the stress
Has pushed me to the brink
I give it time
I wait until it's over
But it never goes away
I can never recover
CAR CRASHBlurring signsMore Like This
But for the
'Beep... Beep... Beep'
But for the
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But for the
'Beep... Beep... Beep'
His Bleeding Hands poemHis Bleeding HandsMore Like This
By Scott M. S.
The young man walks away with a grim smile
The blood on his hands tell a story
He had been gone for a very long while
He says, "I think her name was Tory?"
The murder was just a few minutes ago
Tory was drifting to sleep on the couch
He thought to himself, "She would never know"
Her eyes were as wide as the sky, when he reached for her pouch
She jumps up screaming
While his gun gleams gracefully
Tory realizes she's not dreaming
As he raises his gun peacefully
She backs up to the wall
The gun sounds
She begins to fall
Across the room he bounds
He lifts her to a chair
Her face is rather pale
There's dark blood everywhere
Will he go to jail?
The man sneaks silently across the yard
He thinks to himself as he goes
The murder itself, wasn't very hard
He looks down at his bloody clothes
"What if I get caught?
Why did I even kill her?
It would mean a lot
If I hadn't killed her"
The street he's on is growing
His mind is all a mess
The gentle wind is blowing
The Boy Who WasThe school photograph on the table brought memories to her mind and tears to her eyes. It stood as a final remembrance of the boy who was. Who was a boy scout. Who was a hockey player. Who was her baby. Who still is. She couldn't put him in the past tense. Not yet. It was far too soon.More Like This
Flashes of the accident rolled into her mind like punches. Him strapping on his helmet. Him mounting his bike. His wheels hitting the street. The car speeding down the road. Him swerving a little too much to avoid a pothole. The impact.
She was crying harder now. Her husband had his arm around her. She wept into his suit. Somewhere off in the distance of the present she heard the priest say, "It is with great sadness we gather to remember a very loving little boy."
A Black Rose LullabyMore Like This
In a field where dreams grow wild.
As dandelions in a strawberry summer breeze.
A river runs the lengths of her soul.
Rocking her gently to sleep.
With Black roses ever so sweet.
Taking her pain away.
On the currents that hold her hands.
Failing to set her free.
In this field of dreams.
Nightmares roam wild.
Like lions and tigers,
Stalking a child.
Trapped by her own illusion.
Smothered by her mind.
No fathers hand to hold,
This innocent child that cries.
In a field where dreams grow wild.
There is a corner full of roses.
Of all the colours of the rainbow.
But only one calls out her name.
The sweet Black rose lullaby.
Charming her to sleep.
In a field filled with dreams.
Never to be free.
In a a corner of her mind.
She's twisted and frozen time.
To keep her love beside,
To sing him,
Her sweet Black rose lullaby
The moments of pleasure pass her by.
As she hums.
Her sweet Black rose lullaby.
Forever not to cry.
In the deadly night.
Where it's thorns hold her tight.
Keeping her tied to he
RadioactiveRadioactiveMore Like This
The countdown is starting
Its deep down to my core
The fuse is slowly burning
Things wont be like before.
The fumes are quickly rising
Alarms are glowing red
All I hear is screaming
I don’t remember anything you said
Quickly run away
And don’t bother turning back
The chemicals are spreading
As my skin starts turning black.
Don’t touch me I might be toxic
Too close; I may infect
My heart is slowly dying
Its time for my descent
But do not say a eulogy
Don’t cry at my farewell
The meltdown had been coming
You just couldn’t tell.
The fires are finally fading
Smoke is clearing out
The chaos has now ended
But was there any doubt?
A glimpse of madness; burning
Will fade into the past
My core is warped and broken
Too weak, from such a blast.
Don’t touch me, I may be poison
Alone; a huddled mess
Don’t bother picking up the pieces
I’m just another memory to repress.
Loser“Loser”More Like This
You walk down the halls
Your head held up high
Today will be different
This time you won’t cry
You won’t hide in the stalls
Wait for the enemy to disappear
You’ll stand your ground
You won’t show any fear
You aren’t that different
No weirdo, geek, or nerd
You are quirky and unique
You don’t follow a herd
You march out to the battlefield
They’ll finally know your name
In this war called ‘school’
But you’re not in it for the fame.
The bell will soon be ringing
The count starts before the match
You’ve made it to your locker
As your pride begins to hatch
Yet you hear them coming closer
The cruel words from glossy lips
Finding it so hysterical
They don’t know how deep it rips
You look into your mirror
As reality soon sets in
You hair is in your eyes
All the doubts are seeping in
Today you couldn’t do it
Why did you bother waking up?
You down what’s left of your coffee
Your always half-emp
Are you happy with yourself?Are you happy with yourself,More Like This
And the reflection that you see?
Are you where you expected?
Are you who, you were meant to be?
Did you head straight in the right direction?
Or get lost along the way
Are you covered in your battle scars?
Are your arms still a clean slate?
Can you say you are truly happy?
Or do you smile to make it by
Did you give all that you had?
Or did you forget to try
Is there anything you’d change?
Or would you do it all again
Is your story neatly written?
Or did you lose your pen
You do know it’s not too late
Too pick up and go anew
So that maybe next time I ask
You’ll be a better you.
CircusThe is a circus in my headMore Like This
With constant BANGS and loud applause
There is a ruckus going through it
That very seldom finds a pause.
There are lions in my noggin,
That roar at all odd hours of the night
There are bears and tigers and many more
Oh truly what a loud and messy sight.
There is a chaos in my membrane
That plays trumpets and drums galore
There is always some tune playing
Inside my head it’s never a bore.
There is a festival in my cranium
With dancers all about!
With clowns and jests and joke around
It sure is lively there is now doubt
There is a carnival inside my crown
who's tall ride and coasters can be scary
they zip up and down and all around
they sure can make one wary
There is a magician inside my dome
Setting rabbits and birds a flutter
And more and more come out his hat
Boy! Inside is sure a clutter!
There is commotion blasting loudly
All the clamor almost makes me weep
There is a circus running in my head
And this, my darling’s, is why I never sleep.
GhostMy imagination is dreadful,More Like This
and won't let my sanity be
After all these years of paranoia,
the realisation befalls me
I wither and shatter,
I've become what I feared the most
Not quite present,
just like a ghost.
She Walks Among the Stars.She walks in moonlight.More Like This
The stars are her guide.
She is carried in a beauty
That remains undefined.
She finds solace in the whispers
That only the winds can speak
Feeling warmth and company
Even atop the coldest peak
She is simple and uncorrupted
The darkness is still at bay
Strolling softly through the flowers
With no words of pain to say.
So clueless to the torment
Or shadows that stray behind
She is peace and absent minded
With no fears for her to find.
But do not try to catch her
Not by foot nor manmade cars
She is far above in moonlight
As she walks amongst the stars.
Words Hurt.Words hurt; they scarMore Like This
They tear apart from inside
They grow and change
Consume us no matter where we hide
In reality the truth hurts
That is why we all lie
Honest words are pure poison
But they hardly answer why.
Time will heal all wounds
Yet no matter all our tricks
Our results are oh so messy
Much worse than throwing sticks.
No answers; more questions
Is all that we find
When words are released
They simply boggle the mind
Stronger than steel
They cut through the marrow of bone
Sharper than glass
They hurt far more than stone.
It’s too late to take back
So many Ill-chosen words
They stay stuck forever
Like broken winged birds.
Words truly do hurt
Ask anyone and you’ll see
I’ll just sew shut my lips
And set myself free.
I miss you.I miss you so much it hurtsMore Like This
The way you brushed my hair
Made cuts and bruises disappear
The way you taught me life wasn’t fair.
I miss how we read comics
How you made me wear dresses
Saturday cartoons was OUR THING
I’d die for your warm embraces
Time’s supposed to make things better
But maybe my clock is broken
I still can’t bring myself to remember
The last things that were spoken
I should have given you more love
More attention, more days of the week
Should have told you I loved you
Every second till my lungs grew weak
But I can’t, and you’re gone
I hate it but it’s still true
And when I reach out for warmth
I get nothing but memories of you
I could have been so much better
Gone to bed when I was told
Should have helped you with the dishes
But I didn’t see you as old.
I was too busy with my problems
Stress took up all my time
And while you were sick and forgotten
I mumbled about my useless strife.
I should have held your hand more
GoneGoneMore Like This
Will you miss me when it's over?
Remember how I used to be?
Will our song still sound the same,
even if it's no longer about you and me.
Will the pain ever stop?
Shall our memories fade to gray?
Will we ever find the words,
To say the things we needed to say.
Shall our paths cross again,
But be seen through fresh new eyes?
Will our happy ending be forgotten,
After so many failed tries?
Will you ever forgive me?
For the times I did you wrong.
Will our heart beats sound as one,
Or are we in tune to a different song?
Will we ever be the same?
Or are we simply done.
Did our friendship at all remain?
Or are you already gone?
Out of LineSome times in lifeMore Like This
The pain just won’t end
We try to get up
Just to fall down again
We roll with the punches
Take all accusation
Go with the flow
Though we need a vacation
We don’t have a reason
Or don’t have the time
We make up excuses
To justify standing in line
We aren’t just winners
But failures for a cause
We aim for the top
To one day be the boss
No longer just soldiers
Puppets following others’ formations
Standing in a line
With no need to ask questions
Planning our own missions
Pursuing new dreams
We grab a new canvas
And sew in new seams
We start from the bottom
In hopes for something greater
We’ll get out of line
For there won’t be a ‘later’