i'm burning with rage.
i'm like a bird in a cage.
she snakes let us be.
you see us struggling.
yet leaving us without
nothing makes you happy.
you love seeing others lives
we wont unleash our anger
to see you laugh.
how can someone
like you exist.
two faced witch.
If it were a book
would u ever get it read
If it were a word
would it ever be said
if it were a song
would it ever be heard
if it were letters
could u form a word
if it were you
would u ask why
would u stand up proud
or break down and cry
if it were a sign
that pointed the way...
My wrists are scarred
And so is my heart
I’ve been shattered and hurt
I’ve been torn apart
I wished for an angel
But nobody came
I thought it’d be different
But it’s all just the same
I thought that you loved me
I thought you could save me
You didn’t care, though
Pour me on your neck
Allow me to live in your nostrils
Make me a part of your essence
Allowing me to reside within your pores
Stop wondering and feel me inside of you
Don’t stop enjoying the blissful flirtation going on within the inner recesses of your soul
Allow your mind to...
and the day begins for a normal human like me:
I sit up and watch the sunlight bury my past.
Somehow, everything seems clearer and everybody's coming out of their shells. All of the memories and all of these words open up the meaning of my world.
I don't want anything to ever...
I want to feel love, the most amazing love there is. I want to feel your eyes watching me, your hands touching me strong yet gentle. I want to feel the warm embrace of strong hands holding me tight all day and all night. I want to walk into a room and see your eyes brighten...
who was suffering from depression. I change the she to they/their so now it can be for everyone. There is always someone who will care if you just voice the pain.
A soul tortured with darkness,
Has seen the worst the world can throw,
Through pain and silent suffering...
a cold rain today
and our muddy shoes are down,
just inside the door
and our slick coats hang
dripping in the entranceway —
and the rain has a voice,
the roof and windows
speak its language as you *****
out of your work clothes
in the otherwise
silence… and I feel...
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows...
because no one matters
We are all equal nothingness
This is because, one day we will all die.
New people will come about.
And the old people will be forgotten.
I will be forgotten
You will be forgotten.
yet she’s fighting demons every day, yet once she gets home she breaks. Her heart is shattered & she's all alone. Cheated on & lied to constantly & now no text or missed calls on her phone. She's hurting badly yet trying to hold it together. Finally she silently says to...
I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
I decide that for once-
I'll refuse to let you trample me.
So I stick up for myself.
I play your game.
At first it goes well.
But you've been playing for longer
You defeat me
Mum gets involved
You escalate your game
Out where the waves crash contempt on the land
Someone was trembling for fear of the tempest
Somebody silently reached for their hand
Said, understand that if you're cold I'll keep you warm
And besides, there's so much beauty in a storm
So come down with me to the shore...
even though it felt like more.
The ocean of tears within me,
only one drop came down my cheek.
I wiped it away quickly,
in fear that the ocean might leak.
With eyelids closed, I pushed back the waves that burn my eyes with pain,
one tear was enough for today.
know you've landed
In a dark place
I know where you've been
I know where you are
Just don't run so far.
Hands are reaching
To your face
To wipe the tears
To clear the hate
We all do falter
We all do make mistakes
Just believe you are great.
Just believe in a new day
Well here i am, once again.
Always the same, always insane.
I live in the shadow, I live in a dream.
They say im crazy, they say its a faze. Life is just one big maze.
Love is a cure, I mean I guess.
Im Living in the shadow of The Rest.
now I cherish mine
But why do we only change when bad things happen over time
I truly try to change through this book of rhymes
So if there's still good in people let the god send us a sign
We're cold blooded animals, I say with no disrespect
And when we die, please...
hearing others asking
"What happened to her?"
Their questions meaning nothing-
at least not anymore .
The laughter that I've come so use to
is slowly fading away,
leaving me with a laugh-
one that is no longer mine.
A forced laugh upon cue.
I started to
think nothing, feel...
Even a small bed is too big, alone.
She lies half-awake, draws stuttered breath,
listens to memory’s bittersweet drone,
wonders if silence comes cloaked in death.
Not quite awake, she draws stuttered breath,
promises shattering on her pillow.
She wonders if silence comes...
The sudden realisation that you only try your best.
Thinking if the times when you would die to keep this love,
But now this love is the reason why you think you've had enough.
Overdosing on bliss seemed to keep me elevated & high,
I never thought it would run out now...
'Attention please! Attention please!
Don't dare to talk! Don't dare to sneeze!
Don't doze or daydream! Stay awake!
Your health, your very life's at stake!
Ho–ho, you say, they can't mean me.
Ha–ha, we answer, wait and see.
Did any of you ever meet
A child called Goldie...
Raised to learn about scary stories & truth be told
It's horror in everyday life mainly on the streets
Many can't survive cause their minds are just too weak
Godly people doing their best to be clean
While the wicked try to twist it & do their own thing
Medication is drugs...
a woman who held a babe against her breast, said, 'speak to us of children'and he said:Your children are not your childrenThey are the Sons and Daughters of Life's longing for itselfThey come through you, but not from youAnd though they are with you, they belong not to youYou may...
Excuses, excuses you have many.
I have little time but you have plenty.
You ignore me but you won't admit it.
Instead you spout nonsense to say you didn't.
But I know you, no matter how much you hide.
I know the person that I love is inside.
Maybe she's on vacation, who ever...
form like dreams I hold so tightWhisk from the unknown horizonShadows dancing in forlornDreams are made of moons and starsReality has many unpredictable scarsClosing the eyes to break freeWhich should I choose thee?The beautiful dream or stark reality?
Whisper a lie
and maybe I'll fall.
I know I've loved
I'll smell the past
and hold on.
Cross your fingers
and maybe I'll crawl.
It's all right.
I know I've loved
Funny, isn't it ?
What I miss is
Swimming in the ocean of you
Looking into those big blues
Your waves move right through me
Move me, sooth me, or just consume me
Your wind blows past my ears
Gives me chills that could create tears
The rush of your breeze over my skin
Will send me to heaven again and again
As I lay down on my bed
I can't get you out of my mind
In every twist and turn
You occupy the whole of me
I crave for you fervently
I long to feel your lips, ohhh...so soft
While those fantasies feed my thoughts
I want to feel your warm embrace
Your skin, your touch under my...
I stare at my ceiling,
Watching glowing stars spin.
I hear the clock tick,
Will that be the only thing to exist
In the world's future?
The warm breeze,
Smelling of cricket song and starlight
Stirs my heart.
Dream for me?
Watch your Thoughts...for they become your Words
Watch your Words...for they become your Actions
Watch your Actions...for they become your Habits
Watch your Habits...for the become your Character
Watch your Character...for it becomes your Destiny
I adore his poetry. This poem is a gem, especially the last four verses in my opinion
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it...
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn,
We build the house where we may rest,
And then, at moments, suddenly,
We look up to the great wide sky,
Inquiring wherefore we were born…
For earnest or for jest?
The senses folding thick and dark
About the stifled soul within,
Just out of reach...
My fingertips brush
The tiny gold pebbles
That pour from the cavity in my chest;
And I'm falling, falling
Says the pretty eyeless girl
Who lays upon my bed.