I clutch a batch of roses in my hand,
given to me by a blurry face,
one whose name i cannot recall,
i know theyve hurt me,
and im forever stuck with them,
and the stupid roses that wont die.
the thorns prick my hands,
my hands drip blood,
i couldnt un-clutch the roses,
the pain was sharp, like a needle
i could feel it course through my veins,
and the tears welling in my eyes
like a child would after dropping a toy
but why would i cry over something i was letting hurt me?
pathetic old me,
the roses sat clutched in my hands tightly.
i took a deep breath,
and my hands unclutched,
as the thorns slowly came out of my skin
i sighed out of relief, the tears still pricking my eyes,
and now i could see blood coming from the holes the thorns had poked.
it would take forever to heal from this.
Categories:
theyve, abuse, anger, angst,
Form: I do not know?
Was the article illusive
In transparent approach
The suitor in study
As students with rome?
Cause and able, yet
There she isn't
Ive died in your dear wifes eyes
tell me i never loved her
hurt after the dancings done
ive died in your dear wifes eyes
and theyve been taken away
tell me i never loved an angel
hurt after the dancings done
thugger enter the idiom
corner unpainted, love irish
b, low, c nuttin
craned, exam, deliver the news
leave all these younga brohtas bent
kneckin on a fence
weezers
the boy's in t.o. puttin on advisors
saw you a step out
ob gy n you thoughts
why you catchin trash
yo mama radio no latch
free rides for too strong
mama and daddy silly idols
al dented the news racks
elbows up
Categories:
theyve, caregiving, cheer up,
Form: Ballad
In a summer garden roses bloom;
A kitten loves to breathe their scents;
Sniffing each rose; both eyes closed;
Even a kitten can,
Appreciate them.
Inside she sniffs
Plastic ones;
Puzzled
Face.
Categories:
theyve, animal, cat, flower, garden,
Form: Nonet
I can see you hurting
and those pills you take just aint working
you always put yourself down
when you walk you face the ground
the scars on your wrist are so clear
its everyone elses thoughts that you fear
when people look you look away
you dont want them to see you this way
when you get home all you can do is cry
while putting the razor to your skin wondering why
how anyone can do what they did
you used to be a kind and innocent kid
until they tore you apart
like putting a needle through an already broken heart
but i promise times will get better
youll get through this stormy weather
and shine brighter than the sun
and forget all the things that theyve done
because theres always gonna be a brighter day
when you face the sky and start to say
it doesnt matter what they did too me
im gonna be the person i was meant to be
show them all that i can
overcome all the pain
and take a stand
Categories:
theyve, addiction, cheer up, depression,
Form: Rhyme
I enjoy destroying men.
Well, boys. Hurting them, ruining them.
However you want to phrase it, the point is I love it.
I suppose I do it simply because I can,
but I know its much deeper than just that.
Silly little boys, just looking for sex. Thats all they are.
I change that.
I show them what love is,
I sit with them silently and let them cry on me
like theyve never cried before.
I promise them I'll love them forever,
I take them from their friends,
I turn them into bag carriers and cute picture takers,
I hold their hands and their hearts.
and then I leave. I just leave.
There was one boy once, a boy I truly loved.
With all of my heart. I had no intent of leaving him.
But I finally met my match
a mr.death, in the flesh.
I met the boy who did to me
what Ive done to so many others.
Karmas a *****, isnt she?
Categories:
theyve, absence, boy, feelings, love,
Form: Free verse
i look in the mirror
and inspect what i see
but the image that reflects
couldnt be me
the smiles too fake
eyes brimming with tears
so i smash all the glass
along with my fears
i pick up the piece that once was my face
droplets of blood have taken its place
im searching and searching
but noones around
theyve left me alone
with the reality ive found
im crying and crying
but noone can hear
another drop of blood replaces that tear
i laugh at the piece that once was my face
i laugh at the blood thats taken its place
i laugh at the tears i continue to cry
i laugh and i laugh as i watch myself die
Categories:
theyve, dark, death, depression, lost,
Form: I do not know?
God , i ask you to take me off the shelves
I dont wanna be for resale
But up front for your details
Im not just about the sweet tales
I talk about the three nails
And im frustrated cause it just seems like cheap fails
I wanna see people grow
And sometimes it just seems so slow
I feel like Gods tryin to call some dudes
But theyve been acting like the croods
Slaving for fans
And their sin is what gratifies their inner mans
But Is it all about their own plans
I know you got them in your hands
But i cant just let it be
Are they dying to their old ways
Or are they still in their present days
Im not about the fancy word plays
Im giving you my honest expression
Im stressn
I dont write music cause its cool
I do it to reach kids who are a cultural tool
What do we leave behind for these kids
Is it just to showem how to be a fool
Or how to focus and not worry about being cool
I know the standard is pretty demanding
But the outcome...
Its pretty outstanding
Categories:
theyve, america, art, change, christian,
Form: Light Verse
I rescue dogs, its what I do
I will continue to do it my whole life through.
because these dogs are innocent and they have done no wrong
we have been unfair to them for far far too long.
they have no voice thats why were here
we must always be strong and not show our fear.
because we are all that theyve got
we are their voice and thats a lot
although its hard to save them all
we must be brave and always stand tall.
Categories:
theyve, dog, giving,
Form: Rhyme
i wandered through the plains
with my pony by my side
and we both would die of thirst
we wouldnt make it through the night
cuz the posse lay upon our heels
they strike with bayonets
hurting blisters theyve bestowed
upon my heels i cant forget
with the sun upon my head
and a six gun on my side
i wish that i could tell you
that my horse could bear the ride
she collapsed right in the field
i had to leave her body there
trusted friend though she was
i couldnt carry her i swear
so i found a shallow river
and i drank to fill my blood
how i wish that tender horse
could taste the sweetness from above
still i wander with my blisters
and my six gun by my side
still a wounded bounty hunter
with no gentle horse to ride
Categories:
theyve, animal, cowboy-western, friendship, water,
Form: Rhyme
who would have thought
who would have known
17 years old
and still im writing all these poems
poet to a song writer
using all my skills
showing others how i feel
until theyve had their fill
music brought he here i swear
it might just take me out
until that day ill make the most
spew lyrics out my mouth
Categories:
theyve, art, confusion,
Form: Lyric
cupcake.
dollface.
blue eyed beauty.
cookie cutter girl,
princess of suburbia.
she's sick,
because she likes it.
blood confetti on her notebooks,
the twinkle in her eye.
staining words on twisted minds.
her followers.
they want to taste the berries on her lips,
feeling the metallic taste in her mouth.
they love the broken things,
mangled shoelaces,
hearts torn apart.
they look up to her.
she used to play with barbie dolls.
turning them into baby prostitutes,
coke heads,
models who rose above.
she used to sing to herself in the basement,
or where ever there was running water.
math makes her brain itch.
wal-mart makes her claustraphobic.
so lets break out,
she thinks,
slipping valium into her teddy bears head.
no need to hide from the monsters of her mind.
theyve already gotten to her.
Categories:
theyve, angst, life, people, social,
Form: Free verse