Anonymous101
*All the poems I write are mine, they come from my mind. Please dont recreate.* / / I am 17 years old and I think its time to go out and share what I feel. No more feeling invisible. I needed a place where no one will judge me. I needed a place where no one can tell me how to feel. I needed a place to pour my soul into the very words I put in my poem.
How could they do that?
How could they drug me?
How could they not of heard?
How could they not of seen?
Why did they beat me?
Why did they hurt me?
Why did they leave me?
Why am I alone?
They must of heard the cracking,
They must of heard the scream,
They must of heard my pleas,
They were on top of me...
I did not know them,
Nor did I care,
They whistled at me,
And told me to share,
I wore my black skinnies,
And a long sleeve shirt,
A black jacket,
And they still called me a flirt,
They told me it was my fault,
As they ripped off my clothes,
They told me I shouldn't of taunted them,
That I should of said no,
As if I didn't scream it,
As if I let it happen,
As if I told them too,
As if I asked for it,
They told me it was my fault
And maybe it's true,
Because boys will be boys,
At least that's what I was taught in school
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
Darkness came to me and
he said he's my friend
And you are not,
Is that true?
Silence
Darkness came to me and
He said he can be trusted
And you cant,
is he lying?
Silence
Darkness came to me and
He said everything will be okay,
Is he right?
Silence
Darkness came to me and
He promised me a better life,
Should I go?
Silence
Darkness consumed me
And you didn't care,
But as soon as he came for me,
Your silence turned into shouts,
Your shouts turned into riots,
Your riots destroyed your life,
But,
Darkness consumed me way before,
And only after I left
You answered me.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
The hallowed place lays at the heart of the labyrinth,
The capricious ebb of the tree line debilitates into darkness,
Garbled jargons upon the walls and fallacious passageways, can only lead you to one conclusion,
At the end of the banal road, magnanimous yet illicit prizes are sought after,
Over and over again,
Until the walls abate and break and the prizes are no more,
We wait at the hallowed place and take what is rightfully ours
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
You have a love that everyone desires,
A love that brings warmth,
With just a touch we are cold no longer,
With just a kiss we feel better,
With a hug that fixes all problems,
I say "Thank you" for being you.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Treasure what has been givin,
Rely on each other, feel the
Uniqueness of your love,
Enjoy what has been given, because
Love is an unbreakable bond that
Only a few can comprehend, the
Variety, the deepness, the bond that
Everyone desires, is yours.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
Love is a strange circumstance,
Molding into each other,
Loving and hating each other immensely,
Listening and teaching each other the world and how it works,
Love is a strange feeling you get at the pit of your stomach,
Where all you want is them to hold you,
To kiss you,
To hold your hand,
Love is a strange circumstance,
A situation everyone longs for.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
Maybe I'm in love with you
Or maybe I'm just confused
But figuring it out would be dangerous
For I've got so much to lose
I'd rip my heart from my chest for you
But you would only bury it
My love's a load I have to lug
But I can hardly carry it
I'd fall apart if you touched me
I'll fall apart if you don't
It's time that I got over this
But I know I can't and won't
Maybe I'm in love with you
But you don't love me back
Falling head over heels for you
Is one long anxiety attack
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
it hurts the most when i see how happy you are. not because i don't want you to be; because i do. that is my only desire in the world. but it reminds me of how happy you once made me, and of the possibility that, maybe for a short time, i was your happiness too.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
Wow. Way to go.
You ****** up once again.
You pick the worst timing.
You make everything so dramatic.
You pick at the tiniest things.
Wow. Way to ******* go.
You feel good about yourself?
You think you'll do better next time?
You think you can fix it?
You think it will fix itself?
No.
I'm a **** up.
Can someone please slice me open and let me bleed out, because I'm afraid if I tried, I'd **** up. And the world doesn't need any more **** ups.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
Type this,
Double tap that,
Tweet this,
Post that,
Like this,
Like that,
Face Time here,
Face Time there,
Search for this,
Search for that,
Constantly searching on your iPad,
Too engrossed to even look at
Things that are in front if us,
Typing away on our keyboards,
Getting things we can't afford,
Insert slang here
Insert slang there,
Cuss word here,
Gonna tap that there,
So many words we dispronounce,
Walking in and out
Of doors and places,
Gotta go,
In a rush,
Typing away here and there
Up and down,
What has happened to this crazy town,
Society.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC