I'm a work of art, your protege.
You're my sculpture, my teacher.
I'm your troublemaker, your rebel.
You're my lover, my peacemaker.
I'm a poet, your songwriter.
You're my inspiration, my muse.
I'm a changer, a modifier of life.
You're my guide, my leader.
I was a hater, a freak.
You made me better,
An individual with a love for life and
A man of creativity.
You're the remover of hate,
And the replacer of love.
You saw me as I am,
As the person I was meant to be.
Piece by piece and step by step
You put back the parts of my broken self.
You didn't abandon me in need,
You didn't leave me when you saw the red flags,
You stayed,
You made me drop the anger and put up the surrender.
You took me in,
You loved me.
You made me see life in a way I never knew existed.
You love me now,
You'll love me always.
Forever till forever meets no end,
You're love knows no limits
And is meant to be eternal.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
I see the ocean far,
Tides pulling back,
Tides spitting out.
I go near, for I felt interested,
But I fell in,
Deep.
It's not the death that scares me,
It's not the dark.
It's the way.
I go deep into the watery pit,
Breathless and alone.
I swim and I swim, but I cannot get to the top.
It feels like a tide swallowing,
Swallowing deeper than my empty mind.
The struggle to get to the top is not working,
My hands stop moving,
My feet stop kicking.
My mind are supposed to go blank and black,
But the sentence appears,
I'm ready for death.
I died in my tears,
I cried so much,
I got so angry,
I felt so hurt.
I fell so deep,
Swallowed alone in darkness,
All I could think was,
I'm ready for death.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
You can say you don't care
Or wish me away,
But I'll always notice your stare
When you really want me to stay.
Just go through the day
Pretending that everything is fine,
Just keep resisting to say
That you wish you were mine.
I know you want your feelings
To be hidden away,
But please then allow me to say;
You are my free verse love poem,
Not the rhyme,
Not the theme,
Not the time,
Nor the sceme.
You're my breath
Your my beat
You're my smile
And my C4.
You make me want more;
Love to give to you,
Smiles to return.
Heartbeats to increase.
You make me want more,
More than C4.
You are my free verse love poem,
Oh I'm so glad
That I know him.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
I have always stared,
At your anger and
Your fear, your smile
Or your tear.
Always would I have
Dared, to leave you
With your demon, but
Never have you asked
For the reason?
I will share the
Only glare for a
Second lasting stare
For the reason why
I leave you with
Your demon without the
Reason is...
I care.
Never have you allowed
For me to be
Proud of a little
Guy like you for
All I want to
Do is kiss you
'Till you're blue.
I have always cared.
I will keep my
Distance for the proof
Of my resistance, but
Don't come back to
Me if it didn't
Work for thee, for
All I will do
Is stare, for I
Will just be fair.
You were never there
In the time that
I have cared, now
You start to care,
And I will just
...Stare
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
I see you now,
Looking at me through a broken window,
The stare,
A stare,
Just...
Stare.
You saw my heart,
My thoughts,
Theories,
Dreams.
...dreams
Criticise me,
Talk behind my back, acting natural when I prepare a death glance.
You're better then me,
You wear prade shoes, high fasion make-up,
ONLY branded clothes.
But yet I have a perfect personality,
A way of being someone's favourite, without buying their respect.
Yet I know how to be a friend, not just a "made in china" barbie doll in a second-hand box.
You're better than me in every way,
Because you have money.
Money made you, right?
So let's see if it can take you away.
Just a dream of yesterday,
Thought you'd like some insight to my life...
XoXo
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 11:52 AM UTC
Mary had a little lam,
With it's heart as black as coal.
What she didn't know,
Was during the night,
It came back and stole her pitch black soul.
With her last words on a paper to her mom,
"Look at me mom,
I'm dead and bleed freely,
I expected protection.
I wanted your affection.
I now expect you to drown in sorrow,
Unless you don't mind,
For a soul,
Your soul I must borrow."
She turned back in horror,
Only to find the sheep waiting,
Waiting.
With its ****** mouth and bleeding eyes,
It looked at her,
It smiled with pleasure,
For it could see her filthy lies.
It loved the smell, the look and taste of her mother,
So much so, that it couldn't wait to feed on poor Mary's baby brother.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Aren't you tired?
Tired of living,
Tired of looking in the mirror,
Thinking you're ugly,
Listening to the public,
Thinking they are breaking you.
Aren't you tired?
Tired of the corruption,
The death,
The cursing of names,
The depression of the new generation, because of social ideas.
Aren't you tired?
Tired of listen to people saying this is hip,
That's cool,
You have got to get this,
Nah... This is better,
That looks like ****
You're old,
You're boring,
**** this or **** that?
Aren't you tired of being stepped on?
Aren't you tired of social akwardness?
Of the things people do, only because they want to get attention.
Of the things people will say, because they're scared of what other people may think.
Of the things people follow, to stay cool.
Aren't you tired?
Tired of living the same life as all the other people out there?
Aren't you tired?
If yes, then why not be your own person,
Why not break the rules and be special, be unique, be who you want to be?
If yes, then why not try and change it?
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
I was missing something,
Something so importand,
Something borrowed,
Something promised,
Something intimate,
Something stolen,
Something secret,
Something fierce,
Something sweet,
Something taken,
Something deep,
Something new,
Something old.
I missed something.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
Hush little baby, go to sleep,
Fall into a trance just so deep,
Onto a rock, onto a knife,
Slit your throat, take your life.
Cut open your heart,
Just know, the demon and the horror,
With you,
Will never part.
Hush little baby, die tonight,
Never to wake up, living in the fear,
Not able to shed a tear.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
A feeling so soft,
A feeling so strong,
A feeling so light,
A feeling so deep.
Inhale,
Exhale,
This, is no other,
Than a true tale,
Where the sun just won't leave,
But rather die,
To let the moon breathe.
Every step, everyday,
The moon would cry the day away,
Waiting for the moment,
The moment,
Where the sun would give his life,
Not by arrow, not by knife,
But by love,
Love for his moon,
Love for her life.
Inhale,
Exhale,
This, is no other,
Than a true tale,
Where the sun just won't leave,
But rather die,
To let the moon breathe.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC