Fallen AngelFallen Angel9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
Remember the Angel?Remember the Angel?1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Remember the angel that wiped your tears and made you brightly smile?
You always told her to let you be; you were always in denial.
Remember the angel that sang you to sleep and played with your hair?
You never cared to have her near you, though that smile was still there
Remember the angel that waited for you, the one who waited countless hours?
You never seemed to even notice, I guess that was your power
Remember the angel that saved your life, risking also her own?
You ran away and left her there, you left her there alone
Remember the angel that fell from heaven, only to be with you?
You marked her with your sin and made her feel
Life Of An ArtistLife Of An ArtistLife Of An Artist1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She sits in her lonely home
With a pen or brush in either hand
I ask her not to feel alone
She wants to make people understand
On a quiet night with a breeze
She pours her heart onto a canvas
Already she has drawn the trees
A feeling so happy and anxious
She wants to show her work
To as many eyes that can see
She ponders aloud and smirks
She wants to be somebody
Its hard to pay her bills
But to her that doesn't matter
She does her art for thrills
As the paint spills and splatters
She's starving for attention
Trying whatever it takes
Determined to reach perfection
Sweating details that she makes
EmoEmoEmo5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
*are not crybabies
*do not always wear black
*can be VERY nice people
*do not always cut themselves
*are not always depressed
*can be happy too
*are normal people just like you!
*EMO is just a label for emotional people!
that tend to fall in love easly and cry
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty
SuicideMom I love youSuicide9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't blame it on yourself
Dad forgive me
I couldn't ask for help
Sis don't hate me
For leaving you alone
Take my picture
Off the table by the phone
It never belonged there anyway
This happy family was broken
Long before I left it anyway
I don't expect you to understand
Just why it was that I couldn't stay
I know you can't hear me
But I'm writing this for you
It is my last punk song
Telling you my life is through
It's okay to hate me
Just don't miss me when I'm gone
Cuz I don't deserve it
When I have done so much wrong
I never belonged here anyway
This happy family was broken
Long before I left it anyway
Goth"Don't act goth" you yell at me.Goth9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"That's not the way you want to be"
But what if it is I think I like it.
I don't care even if you hate it.
I am who I am and I always will be.
I like the way I am. Why can't you see?
You think yellin will make it go away?
That only makes me want it to stay.
You think I am wrong and you are right.
You want me to change, to "see the light"
I will not do that I will not change.
My life is mine, not yours to rearange.
I love the dark and hate the light.
I don't care if it's wrong or right.
I hope one day that you will see
this isn't a phase. I'm being me.
You can hate me I really don't mind.
The Stepmother's TaleI found a man in my garden bed,The Stepmother's Tale2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Picking herbs for his wife, he said,
For she was hungry and heavy with child.
"For greens, your daughter is mine," I smiled.
So after the birth, I took her away
To a tall, doorless tower where she would stay.
I was her mother, she my one care--
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your fair hair!"
But then a prince came and stole her young heart,
So I cut her long locks and let her depart.
I took her tresses for my own
And saw how beautiful I had grown.
Then I wondered: could I, too,
Find a prince so valiant and true?
I married a king, to my delight,
With one daughter named Snow White.
Though his age w
Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showersHomosexuality Bites1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More 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 pa
B, B, and a Broken HeartBlood is red,B, B, and a Broken Heart6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
bruises are blue.
My bones are broken,
thanks to you.
My heart is bleeding,
my tears are black.
And I can't believe,
I want you back.
AnorexiaPicture perfectAnorexia6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How thin can you go?
Up for a challenge?
Painful and slow.
Waiting it out
Obsessed with forbidden
Skip one more meal
Keeping secrets hidden
Watching seconds tick
Saying you're not hungry
Denying you're sick
Tastes long forgotten
You're still savoring
Feels so cold
Then legs fold
Lives are broken
Need A Hug?"Need A Hug?"Need A Hug?2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The wind chimes are ringing from a delicate blow
The city in lights is completely covered in snow
The waters are freezing down by the bay
But all of these sights to me appear grey
A rainbow appeared minutes after rain
A patient with a doctor was cured of his pain
Families on-board are being served on a train
But this food just doesn't taste the same
A butterfly has landed on a delicate branch
The cattle are roaming outside on a ranch
Hummingbirds are chirping high in a tree
Oh, how I wish you were here with me
A festival is held in a city's huge halls
A boy is waiting for an intimate call
A bass is pumping music through the
To Save A PrincessTo Save A Princess:To Save A Princess1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In most of the stories, whether old or new
It is usually the knight that saves the maiden
But reality is never as sweet as that
And often the truth gets slightly misshapen
But this is a story about the truth;
A tale of Pirates who aided the King
Though most would credit his honoured knights
We know they didn't do a thing...
Instead what happened is an epic story
For it began on a night when the moon was full
The Pirates slipped from their hallowed ship
Like wolves cloaked in wool
They hid amongst the jagged rocks
And called like birds to communicate
The soldiers thought they were hearing things
Until they b
Suicide is Painless?She's lying thereSuicide is Painless?7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On her bed
The voices whisper
In her head
Nobody loves you
They'd be better off
If you were not there
The blade comes out
It moves real swift
And carves up and
Down her wrist
With her finger
She sat and wrote
In her own blood
Her sister was
The first to find
Her crumpled body
Defunct of life
Her sister does
Not deserve this
She's only six
Her whole life
Will haunt her mind
For all to see
The person she
Looked up to
Is now not here
Oh, what to do
The mother next
She hears the scream
Comes in the room
And in a dream
She sees the body
I miss youI miss you9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I miss you
It's all I have to say
I thought it better that way
But it kills me
And I can't fight this reliance
I'm drowning here
Amid this sick, strange silence
I need you
To tell you what I feel
To hear you
And remember what is real
When we said nothing
But it said so much
When we ran away
To get in touch
I feel you here
So lost inside me
I need you now
Or I'll fall apart completely
I miss myself
That piece you still hold
This space is hollow
Leaves me so cold
I can't forget you
I never will
The way you changed me
Because I miss you still...
Stronger"Stronger"Stronger4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How does it feel to be erased?
How does it feel to be replaced?
Consumed by your inborn hate
You've made your grave in a lonesome fate
How does it feel to feel nothing at all?
How does it feel to stumble and crawl?
Not such a nice feeling now, is it?
Others may deem you as quite pathetic
I don't need your filth, your shame, your lies
And I found in time I did survive
I'm stronger now because I don't allow
People to walk over or break me down somehow
I don't need your trust, your eyes, your games
And in the end it was really such a shame
But I refuse to relate to the same mistakes
I don't allow myself to ache or break
I feel s
I'll be home soon - PoemI'll be home soon - Poem1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The short sequel to my previous poem "To my lost lover"
The link to it can be found in the description.
I advise you read that first but it's not necessary.
Oh my dear, sweet Derpy
I knew nothing of your pain
But if I had one more chance
I would choose this again.
For people here do need me
Only I can save them now
Although there's one small problem
I have yet to figure how
I'm so sorry that I left you
It should not have been this long
To assure you that I am fine
I thought I'd write this song
Although I've travelled far
Know that you're always near
In my heart I always hold you
In my me
Poetryrandom wordsPoetry9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on the page
speak of broken dreams
and pent-up rage
ink from the pen
burn it all
Sick and TiredSick and Tired:Sick and Tired1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sick and tired of trying hard
I'm tired of slaving away.
I'm tired of doing everything
And just living day to day...
I'm tired of being a person
I'm tired of being me.
What happened to the past
Did I lose it out at sea?
I think I'm simply frustrated
These words I cannot string.
Is this the end of my poetry
Or the revival of a king?
"Will I reach the peak, or I will die here in ignominy"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd May 2012
A Sonnet in Lolspeak ~A Sonnet in Lolspeak~A Sonnet in Lolspeak3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dey sez we kittehs iz not gud wif speach,
Dat we spellz bad, dun yuse teh grammerz well,
An even sumtiems dey get madz and yell
Dat we shud tawk liek normulz, tryna preech
Dere "propur" ingleesh in dere kommentz on
Teh YooToobs and such playses on teh net
Cuz dey (tho we did nothinz) wanna get
Us off teh webz. Dey's mean an want us gawn.
But kittehs dun so eesly get deterrd,
O noes, an so dey griypes and griypes and griypes
But stilz we stays and stilz we can has tipez,
An tipez in lolspeek, yoosinz ar weerd wurds.
So tho dey will complayns,
You Can Be A Poet“You Can Be A Poet”You Can Be A Poet5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I guarantee everyone is a poet
But I am willing to bet not many know it
Forming a poem is a simple task
Just string words on paper that seem to mask
Your hidden feelings on a certain subject
Or how you wish this world could be perfect
Not all poems have to be deep in meaning
And indeed even the simplest poems can be quite deceiving
This poem for example exists
Without any misdirection or twists
The focus of this poem is to provide
A helpful little guide
On how to write the absolute best
And bring out the skills everyone does possess
Poems work to magnificent avail
If one decides to retell a tale