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heart brokenIn my dreams
It was me in your arms
My lips on yours
There was only us
And the clouds
And the stars
It was the world and us
It was us against the world
But in your arms I could take it
Anything the world dished out
And with your kisses I was strong again
In my dreams it was me in your arms
My lips on yours
But in reality
It's always been herheart broken9 years ago in Free Verse

19 Years OldI was just nineteen years old
When I cut myself in two
The boy I wanted them to see
And the boy they never knew

Hid my hollow bones away
I've been hiding ever since
Yes, you may see the odd smile
But only ever a glimpse

But my heart was never broken
It was born in several pieces
And with every passing year
The size of the segments decreases

I was just nineteen years old
When I died for the first time
I did not cope so well
With leaving my childhood behind

I didn't want to face up
To these wretched bent back blues
But will I give in to the struggle?
No, with respect I refuse

See my grandfather gave me
The stubborn heart o19 Years Old9 months ago in Free Verse

10 Reasons To Buy Toilet Paper1 year ago in Free Verse

LovelessMy name is Breathless
I can't breathe when you are near
My name is Memoryless
I have no memories, only fear
My name is Bondless
There can't be a bond between you and me
My name is Friendless
I don't have any friends as you can see
My name is Sleepless
I just stay awake and think of you
My name is Painless
There's only emptiness and nothing you can do
My name is Tearless
There are no tears left to cry
My name is Trustless
Can't trust anyone just want to die
My name is Skinless
There's no outside to show me
My name is Nameless
There's just nothing I can be
My name is Warless
I don't want to fight
My nLoveless7 years ago in Free Verse

Because of Homestuck...• I ask people about their signs, so I can shake my head and giggle.
• When I see a frog, I think of ancient ruins.
• Computer games seem more life threatening.
• Trolling has taken on an entirely new meaning for me.
•  I have rethought about the safeness of apple juice.
• Starry nights are funnier.
•  Ghosts are really cool, whether they be green and saved as a computer background or wandering aimlessly around.
•  Magic 8 balls and cue balls are now very fascinating for me.
•  I secretly despise Betty Crocker and some baking food products.
•  I wonder if people can have different colored bBecause of Homestuck...2 years ago in Free Verse

Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:

If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain

When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...

Oh well...

Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?

There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant aOvercome your Writer's Block9 months ago in Free Verse

A Perished Love.

If love was exchangable,
I would do so with your love
in a second without
h e s i t a t i o n .

Who would want such a
false sense of admiration,
with each
lying
word
you breathe into my ears.

But now I wonder,
can you love, do you have it
inside of you to do so?

Or maybe your heart
has shriveled and perished

into oblivion,
Never to be touched by
any soul again.

Perhaps it is isolation
you seek since you are
So high up
in your kingdom.

Then it shall be
s o l i t u d e
that befriends you
in this god forsaken world.

For I have given up
on this love
that perhaps never was
or ever happened.A Perished Love.2 years ago in Free Verse

Sex Object Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
walk away.
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
life with?
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run hisSex Object8 years ago in Free Verse

Love Poem..

last night I made a man
out of pillows and forgotten
fragments of clothes
we'd pushed into my drawers.
I held my pillow-man's hand
and made sure he wasn't too warm
because it is summer;
I'm on the second floor;
and that was always your
biggest complaint.

this morning I tried to shower
but would turn off the water and run
like a soapy dog, complete with
loyal tail wagging, to the door
thinking you'd come knocking.
You hadn't.

tomorrow will taste like
the food of a week ago
and I'll wear sunglasses,
which, if you know me,
(and you do)
will seem out of context
and like a little girl
playing dress up.

I know there are Love Poem8 years ago in Free Verse

Why is the world this way?
Why has this all been done?
Why are we all like this?
Why all the hate?

Why can't the gays and lesbians marry?
Why can't we learn from the past?
Why do racism and homophobia exist?
Why can't we give peace a chance?

Why do people take their own lives?
Why do people murder, steal and lie?
Why do we sit around and procrastinate?
Why are we all to blame?Why...2 years ago in Free Verse

Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.

They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.

Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.An artist10 months ago in Free Verse

Insomnia-A dark nursery rhyme

Insomnia:

twinkle twinkle
little pain
I see you've come
to play again
lodged here in my soul so tight
turning brightness into night
twinkle twinkle
tearing ache
please let me sleep
to never wake….

…now I lay me down to sleep
my life in tatters at my feet..
if I should Wake before I die
I pray these tattered wings can fly..

twinkle twinkle
empathic strain
I never want to feel again
trapped here in this world so cold
where self is wrong
and Us is gold.
twinkle twinkle
falling tear..
how i wonder why i'm here..Insomnia-A dark nursery rhyme10 years ago in Free Verse

it trembles, a
crooked form caught
in a black sea,
its surface
stagnant now – the
still waters rumble
with the passing of cars and
unmoving eyes, casting deep
shadows over its
small
broken body

alone and
weary

it croaks, a feathery wing outstretched,
reaching
a mouth, wide open

unable to utter a single
cryStreetside2 years ago in Free Verse

Tried pressing escape
Still Sitting here...No Escape9 months ago in Free Verse

Be a phoenixI want nothing more
Than to be seen
For who I am

People everywhere
Are always telling me
Who to be
And who I am

I'll shout to the sky,
This isn't me
Only I can be me.

Listen closely,
I'll be gone before you know
I'm not
Who you think I am

People everywhere
Are always telling me
Who to be
And who I am

Hush be quiet
Listen for once,
To the real me

Don't fall to others
Stand on your own
Even if
You're torn to pieces

People everywhere
Are always telling me
Who to be
And who I am

Rise again
Be a phoenix in the ground
Don't let them get you down

You are you
And no one, no one
Can ever tell you
Who you are

Be a phoenix1 year ago in Free Verse

Grow UpWhen I was young,
I knew a girl.
She was so warm and bright,
so I asked her that question
that all children must answer.

'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'

Her eyes lit up with joy
and she jumped with excitement.

'A dancer!
No, an astronaut!
Wait, President!
A scientist!
I'll be famous
and in movies!
My name
will be everywhere!'

She listed so many more
until she finally just smiled
and looked at me with eyes filled
with child-like wonder.

'I could be anything I wanted.'

Years and years later,
I saw the same girl again
but her eyes no longer
lit up with wonder.

I asked her,
'What did you end up being?'

SheGrow Up10 months ago in Free Verse

A true hero

Stand guard,
don't back down.
You can win
if you only try.

Sword in one hand,
shield in another,
he stands over his charge
ready to die.

He was the person
that you told everything to.
The one you went crying to.
The one who never ran out of hugs.
The one who soaked up your tears.
The one who you carried around everywhere.
The one who always slept by your side.

He's your teddy bear.

He guards over you at night,
because while you might not believe,
the monsters are still there.

They come at night
when you don't expect it
to take what they want.

Even though
you don't run to him anymore
your teddy bear remembers.

He remA true hero1 year ago in Free Verse

Writers are all crazy, you know.Letters spill down from a canopy and
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   i
    c
     k
      l
       e
down the vines,
scatter across the margins to make
a story so divine.
There's a picture show
behind those eyes,
where a lake leaks stories
and they
c
a
  s
   c
    a
     d
      e
into a boat full of mad
but for those who think it's crazy
it really is quite sad.
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on a rope swingWriters are all crazy, you know.11 months ago in Free Verse

a kissIt was just a kiss
an innocent slip
a passionate touch

It was just a kiss
a cushion of lust
a glossed grace

it was just a kiss
don't look too deeply
for depth and meaning

It was just a kiss
let it be...

An act that could change
a single life
An act that could spiral
out of control
a gateway drug
to love
It was just a kissa kiss7 years ago in Free Verse

emoNo one knows till they taste it
No one cares till they lose it
No one bleeds till they live it
No one wants to admit it
No one can be without it
No one truly lives till they feel itemo8 years ago in Free Verse

It's sadIt's sad,
How people lock themselves up,
In their own little world.

We lie to ourselves,
Say that everything's alright,
Everythings fine.

We wear the mask,
And act the part,
And say it's all part of the show.

We live in boxes,
See in darkness,
And speak in lies.

I't's our world
That we live in,
Why should it change?It's sad8 years ago in Free Verse

I Have The Letters.

I have the letters, I just can't find the words.

According to the Oxford dictionary there are 171,476 words in the English language currently in use. You'd think out of 171,476 words, thousands of songs and endless quotes, and whatever else it is that people use nowadays to get the point across; I could find the means to put a simple sentence together.
I hate those days.

The days when the words have no flow. There is no rhythm, no rhyme. Just an endless thought process, jumbled and unable to make any sense of things. I don't understand. Words have always been easy. I've never been at a loss of what to say. And when I can't create my own, thI Have The Letters.5 months ago in Free Verse

A Suicide Note..

Dear Mum and Dad,

First of all you need to know that this is not your fault,
It's mine, for I locked my problem inside me like a vault,
Problems that I was never able to tell you,
Problems that I'm sick of dealing with. I'm through.

I'm sick of pretending that everything's alright,
I'm sick of having all these emotional demons to fight.
I can't take my depressing life anymore,
I realize I felt this way too often before.

I now know I'm not needed in this place,
Just another stupid teen, just another ugly face.
I can tell I'm secretly hated by everyone I know,
Though, when I'm around, they don't let their hatred show.

My life has nA Suicide Note..9 years ago in Free Verse

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