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Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,
Will you be my friend?
Because I seem to just be a trend,
That the world has put to bed.

Dear Sorrow,
Will you make me smile?
Because Happiness has run a mile,
Just like everything else I need.

Dear Pessimism,
Will you help me hope?
Because Optimism is a slippery slope,
When you've seen the world.

Dear Apathy,
Will you make me care?
Because I hate Interest's flare,
In a place too dull for life.

Dear Agony,
Will you make me content?
Because you're the one that'll prevent,
That which I long for.

Dear Death,
Will you make me feel alive?
Because I don't even want to survive,
In a world that cares too much.
Who Needs Friends?1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

All EndsIf you cut you'll bleed
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie

If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry

If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly

If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie. All Ends7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Tired.I, am tired.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of all the hard work of healing.
Tired of failing.
Tired of falling.
Tired.

I am tired of things,
People, and notions.
Tired of people,
And tired of their motions.
Tired of their talk
Tired of their commotion.

Tired of everything
Inside and out
Tired of hating
Too tired to pout

I just wish,
Wish I could live,
Live underwater
Some place to forgive

Some place to wish
And wish I shall do
Wish to not be tired
Oh, please wish,
Come true.Tired.1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The old man in the park There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park.
A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark.
Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway.
And if you ask him why, this is what he will say:

“I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face.
I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace.
I have love so plenty, and stories to share.
And I live my life without a worry or care.”

His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life.
Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife.
His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey.
But if you ask him, this is what he will say:

“I have seen my share of wondersThe old man in the park6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
I refuse to be your china doll.
With your minions wielding microphones
Your gorgeous, dazzling, Barbie'd clones
Your lies, your smiles, your peddled "cure"
Your help, your love, your "Just a little bit more..."
"A little bit farther, and you'll lose who you were.
A little bit better, and you'll be just like her."

Mirror, mirror, at my feet,
Cracked and gone like once-was me,
Stop begging, stop pleading,
Stop lying, stop needing--
Let me go.
And leave.Mirror2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Don't Call For Blood- Self Harm Prevention Poem

Resist the urge
Resist the urge

Don't call for Blood.

Resist the urge
Resist the urge

Don't call for Blood.

I tell myself
I tell myself

Don't call for Blood.

I repeat
I repeat

Don't call for Blood.

You're better than this
You're better than this

Don't call for Blood.

You're stronger
You're stronger

Don't call for Blood.

You don't need the pain
You don't need the pain

Don't call for Blood.

It's just an addiction
It's just an addiction

Don't call for Blood.

It's not what you need
It's not what you need

Don't call for Blood.

Find a different way
Find a different way

Don't call for Blood.

Please cry out
Please cry oDon't Call For Blood- Self Harm Prevention Poem1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Someday I'd Like to Be A Pirate

Someday I'd Like to Be A Pirate:

Someday I'd like t' be a pirate and sail across the seven seas.

I always thought it might be nice t' feel the ocean breeze.

I've always dreamt of findin' treasure, stashed away in a hidden box,

And then after I drop the anchor I'd burst open the locks!

Dubloons I'd find and diamonds t' keep, trinkets worth a life;

Or maybe I'd find a sacred sword or a really ancient knife!

But as I grew, I was soon t' learn, that dreams do not come true.

How many times have I seen a man be strangled till he's blue?

How many days have I watched them stumble, cursin' ill their fate.

When none would reach a helping handSomeday I'd Like to Be A Pirate8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Drip, Drop, Drip"Drip, Drop, Drip"

I felt a warm feeling run down my arm
But truth behold the pain was gone
I saw blood dripping on the floor
I watched it drip and drip some more

How it happened; I don't know
But the drip was dripping slow
It might have seemed like such a bore
But I watched it drip some more

I watched the blood leave a trail
Down the drawer and on the mail
The trail now leaked under doors
Drip by drip, it dripped some more

The noise it made was pitter-patter
On the tiles spilt and splattered
To clean this up is such a chore
So I watched it drip some more

My head tilted and pictured eyes
Eyes like mine so young and wise
Disgusted by thisDrip, Drop, Drip4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

A Broken Shard7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Like You, Dad"Like You, Dad"

When I grow up, I want to be like you, Dad
I want to give my children the things I never had
I want to raise and nurture them the best I can
And if they fail at times of course I'll understand

I want to be there for them, the way you were there for me
Through hardships and happiness we'll build our memories
I want to watch them grow and change the way I did
And pray I don't leave them early like you left me, God forbid

I want to follow in your footsteps; every step by step
Though it's never easy because many nights I wept
Feeling hopeless and lost; emptied by exhaust
I wanted to go up with you by any means or cost

Because Like You, Dad3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Way We LiveThe Way We Live:

We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.

But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.

I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.

And that's all it The Way We Live5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Suffering I Disavow

I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.

Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...

Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.

I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still dThe Suffering I Disavow10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Tick-Tock"Tick-Tock"

Tick-tock
The clock struck five
Another minute passed
Time controls our lives

Can I turn back the dials?
No one has to know
I'm just so very tired
Watching the time go
The clock doesn't care
An objects mocks our hearts
Numbers arranged in a circle
Could be wrong from the start

Tick-tock
Hours passing by
There's nowhere you can hide
Before it's time to die

Can I wake up?
Maybe it's a dream
Can I turn the hourglass around
And then go back to sleep?
The sand drips like water
Flowing freely in a space
Reminding sons and daughters
One day they'll be erased

Tick-tock
This noise is in my head
Not much longer now
I don't want to leavTick-Tock3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Life Without Death. (Poem)

Life without death is a curse,
Death without a life is a crime.
Either one quick song or a never ending verse.

Luna, the princess of the night,
Will forever live on past each life,
To rule over darkness but never see the light.

Then there's the ruler of the day,
The all mighty Celestia, to which we pray.
The only one who has seen both the black and the white, but never the grey.

We can never understand their pain,
or do what would be right.
For every life they rule, will one day die in vain.

They've lived this long,
neither to die.
They put on a straight face in our presence to make us feel strong.

But we'll never undeLife Without Death. (Poem)6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

This Fruit Called LoveI understand we didn't make it
We fell apart along the way
At first, I couldn't take it
Then there was nothing I could say

Only now, the tables have turned
Our past is a dream forgotten
My heart's flame has always burned
This fruit called love shall not be rotten

So this is what I have realized
Our union was always a work of fate
'Tis a test where we'll be penalized
The condition is, it's never too lateThis Fruit Called Love2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Lovely things I hate about you

Lovely things I hate about you…

I hate that smile, so sweet yet so cruel…
I hate how you're the only one that makes me act like a fool…
I hate your stupid songs I can't get out of my head,
These are the only ones now that can get me to bed…

I hate being weak when in your presence
And how I cry every night losing my essence…
I hate your dark clothes and hair
For they make me curious and willing to dare…

I hate your strong influence,
I hate your endurance,
I hate that feeling of not feeling my knees,
I hate all that control you have over me…

Hate how calm I become when I'm with you,
And how your Lovely things I hate about you2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Momma Said 'Stop Being Gay'Momma said "stop being gay,"
As night, to morning, faded;
Its beauty was not made to stay,
But hoary grew, and jaded.
I watched as day, with fractured light,
My every fear, rekindled,
And passion fell away to plight,
And hope but further dwindled.

Momma said "stop being gay,"
With hatred, and distress:
My tender love where sin held sway...
"Impure, and meaningless."
Within my heart and soul, I lived,
For all else had bereft me,
And nothing more could be perceived
Than how her words had left me.

Momma said "stop being gay."
For years, I never fought her,
But silently, and hopeless, lay,
The Lord's forgotten daughter.
I've sMomma Said 'Stop Being Gay'1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

To pain, To heavens

I am so sick
   Your patient, been for a while
Give me some fuel
   To drive, another painful mile

One smoke shield-
   Don't fire this up, to protect me from
This painful truth
   Whatever it pumps, is making me numb

It's ok...Let go.To pain, To heavens1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

We're Not Crazy"We're Not Crazy"

Sometimes I used to think I was crazy
But I could never really tell
For was it wrong to have suicidal tendencies
Even when everything was going well?

Was it crazy to cry alone in the dark
Believing things would never change?
Believing darkness consumed my heart
And my life would be the same?

Was it crazy to stay up all night drinking coffee
Just so I could sleep all day
Just so I wouldn't face the people
Who used me and threw me away?

Crazy people don't know they're crazy
Or at least they aren't meant to know
I can only speculate if this is true or not
But that's how the cliche goes

But then I started thinking
Maybe it'We're Not Crazy3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Reflection of an Anorexic Mirror Mirror,
On the wall
Who is the thinnest
One of all

Oh Reflection,
I know it's not me
I'm just too fat
And ugly

Mirror Mirror,
Long and tall
Who is the skinniest
One of all

Oh Reflection,
Stand up straight
Suck in your gut
Then I may not hate

Mirror Mirror,
Clear and bright
Please don't watch
As I starve tonight

Oh Reflection,
Disgusting and lifeless
Bordering obesity
Without another guess

Mirror Mirror,
Don't show me
Bent over, wishing
For what I can't be

Oh Reflection,
Go! Disappear!
I'm stuck in this body
With food to fear

Mirror Mirror,
Broken and shattered
DonReflection of an Anorexic2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

JealousI'm not jealous...I'm scared.
Scared I'm not enough,
Scared you'll never love me,
Scared someone else will be better.

I'm not jealous...I'm upset,
Upset because you don't want me,
Upset because you're not crazy about me,
Upset because I just can't get through.

I'm not jealous...I'm hurt.
Hurt because you make me feel so much,
Hurt because you don't feel the same,
Hurt because I'm not the one.

I'm not jealous...I'm worried,
Worried I've been waiting too long,
Worried you have passed me by,
Worried I've lost my chance.

I'm not jealous...I'm stupidly in love.Jealous3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Mommy and DaddyMommy, Daddy, are you okay?
You haven't talked at all today.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're really starting to hurt me.

All you do is scream and fight,
and I hear it all throughout the night.
Sometimes I think my eyes will run dry,
yet whenever I do, I just continue to cry.

"She doesn't care about any of this, she'll be fine by tomorrow!"
Daddy, you don't know how much your words fill me with sorrow.
"Can't you just be civilized?! Stop acting like a child, and apologize right now!"
Mommy, please don't make this worse, or I'll run outside and hide in the snow.

Mommy, Daddy, I wish you would just stop everything and be happy again.
I'm Mommy and Daddy5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Stress Relief"Stress Relief"

I want to hang a punching bag in my room
And beat it repeatedly until
It leaves a mess that needs a broom
And there's no more stuffing filled

I want to bring a lighter to my face
And burn away my bloodshot eyes
So I can't witness self-disgrace
So I can't see who I despise

I want someone who I can drown
Until water encompasses their flesh
They must promise to bring me down
By rope our hands are tightly meshed

I want to be punched in the head so hard
I'm knocked back into yesterday
Just leave me laying in the dark
And maybe I'll forget my ways

I want to scream into my shirt
Until my lung capacity explodes
I'll continue untStress Relief3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

There will always be a second chance,
A take two
Another opportunity for success in life and romance
A hope to stop feeling blue

Nothing is lost forever
As long as friends stick together
We can conquer the world, my friend
We need to keep on going till we reach the end

We'll always have a plan B
Because people never run out of ideas
Please stay here with me
So we can go and be free

I need a soul to trust, to stick with throughout the night
One I can see as my knight
Run away with me without leaving a trail
No, we're too awesome together to failOur plan2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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