what makes us one
is it our thoughts on a run
is it the way that we speak
or the secrets we keep
the way we think
or the emotions engraved in our brains in ink
the way we show love
or the people we let go off
the things we do
or... (more »)
Do you remember the days when we played with sand
And bathed in the sun?
Do you remember the time we played a prank?
It was the best, to be frank.
Do you remember that mean girl from Maths class,
And how we pranked her; what a blast!
Do you... (more »)
There once was a girl made entirely from bubbles,
Throughout her short life, she had a great many troubles.
She was born from a plastic container,
But, being mistaken for dish soap, died in sink strainer.
Now tell me the difference between her... (more »)
Thoughts of you fill my mind
nothing but anger, yet it's a sign
how can you do this
be so cruel yet end in a kiss
leaving nothing to console
and nothing to control.
Winter comes and goes
cold seeping into more than just my cloths
as... (more »)
There's so many beautiful things to see in the world. From different sights, adventures and views. But I only see black. God took away the beauty in this world for me. God took my family, God took my eyes. Birds chirp, leaves sway my... (more »)
I can't sleep, the alarm clock ticks like my broken heart cracks looking at the photographs. I can't fight the past, or the future. You were my first; love of course. You held my hand when my feet couldn't withstand the weight that... (more »)
I fell upon a red rose bush.
It pricked me in an ambush.
I rocked along, sucking my thumb,
I went utt-erly numb,
As it gave me a little push.
The rose bush was a lady,
though very, very, shady.
She wore a porcupine hat,
And gave me a... (more »)
Hello I am Gatsby,
Great Gatsby you say?
No I'm his cousin,
Just Gatsby okay...
I am just like him,
At least that's what I am told,
If only I could pay for college,
When I was 18 years old.
Do you see my home?
It's... (more »)
So tired of pain
Emotions just repeat again
Living can feel just like my dream
It's so unreal, to me it seems
Everyone here is make believe
Something only I perceive
My life seems like an awful poem
Rhyming because it feels like home... (more »)
I tucked my smile underneath the pile of tissues that lays beneath my bed.The last time I seen it was saturated in disappoint, chopped into pieces. It skips like a stutter. Hiding from the world my tears form an earthquake of awkward moments. (more »)
s a prisoner in your cold jail cell,
surrounded by grey walls
barred into the claustrophobic cubicle.
I yanked at the cool, metal bars,
my fingers numb,
struggling to hold on,
yet yearning to be free of the restraint I felt;
so captivated.... (more »)