When I was little I used to get mad, I bit a little girls finger and I didn't feel bad She was being a jerk and disrespecting me But that was all context the principal didn't see I got suspended for being violent and mean So I went home and I wasn't seen Until my … Continue reading I Bite.
I felt like the waves were crashing over me, I couldn't find my way out, I couldn't see. Suddenly I was gasping for air I was reaching out but no one was there It was dark behind my eyes and I was too engrossed to realize that the water wasn't waves of the sea, It … Continue reading flow
This poem may seem off, or even a little sappy, But all I often wish for is to be happy. The clouds roll in and keep me captive. I remain silent though my screen says active. If I smile too long it hurts my face, Because the expression is so out of place. I feel … Continue reading Happy?
Can we pretend that our lives, Are more than outrunning knives? Can we act like we're meant to exist, In a place where we are but one on a list? Can we truly make it through, With everyone telling us what to do? Can I find myself in the place, When I can't even recognize … Continue reading Can we?
Roses are red Violets are blue I'm tired of searching, searching for you.
He was nice, don't get me wrong But I should've known how it would go all along. He smiled, hugged and kissed me, It almost seemed like we could be. Then we got to my room and we started moving fast It would be out of the question to say it was a "blast". He … Continue reading It wasn’t great
We look at the world like it's a complete mess. When in actuality it's just like a game of chess. We move forward, passing people left and right There are those who want to take us, those who might. Then there are the protectors who stand near, They take out our enemies when the path is … Continue reading Chess
He looked me in the eyes and asked me to smile. I hesitated, it had been a while But looking at him, looking at me I couldn't imagine anyone else more deserving to see The corners of my mouth started to twitch It was slightly awkward, it was a switch From the sad girl I … Continue reading Smile
Hey guys, little bit of writers block. Comment a word and I'll incorporate it into the next poem!
She's rushing, head pounding, The Sirens are sounding. She doesn't care where, But she has to get there. Find the silence, run free, Allow her, to be me.