Why do people insist in the use of figurative language
I am not as blue as the sky (simile)
This sadness is not swallowing me whole (hyperbole)
My tears are not carving new paths down the skin covering my cheeks (imagery)
The frown I wear is not eating the happiness off my face (personification)
This feeling is not a storm that won’t subside (metaphor)
I am not softly shaking so someone stops to shush my sobs (alliteration)
You can’t hear the smashing of tears on the table (onomatopoeia)
There is no way to make this pain sound beautiful
I am sad, plain and simple.
Deal with it.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
I thought I was a gladiator
no suit
but able to save Rome from the fall.
I thought I could bring peace to us all.
But I am the fall.
I am Rome.
With no team to call upon.
I am burning and burning,
madly playing my song
and here there are no homes.
and no meaning given to a throne.
I am pillaged.
I am plagued.
I will be this burning city for the rest of my days.
And I could never ask you townspeople,
(*Who loved my city,
Who worshiped in my churches,
Who dreamt of lives here*)
To be able to be peaceful
and forgiving of my ways.
to live with no fear.
I am Rome
Made of ashes, smoking quietly here.
I am alone for the rest of time,
I truthfully fear.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
My eyes sting with tears as people push me away
The giggles are loud
and the smell of rejection is in the air.
They’re pointing and laughing at me
more than usual.
I taste something bitter
my nose stings, like I’m about to cry
My head is filled with the whispers
‘you aren’t good enough’
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
Music
Music is a soothing melody
the sound of love and heartbreak.
It is anger, and yelling at the world.
It is despair, hurt and depression.
It is happiness, a new beginning
and the sound of birds chirping.
It gives me a release
Somewhere to go when I have nowhere else
It describes everything I feel
in so few words.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
Tired
I’m tired
Tired of being lied to
Tired of being told to be myself
But also be other people at the same time
I’m tired of being judged
Tired of being talked about
Tired of being hurt
Tired of everything.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
The saddest thing I’ve seen
Is in winter
When all the plants die.
It’s because they **** all their colour into their roots
So they survive the winter
That’s how I think of me
A tiny plant
Stuck in the middle of an ocean of others
Trodden on
Winter is my teen years
Once it’s over
I’ll flourish
hopefully
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
People tell me that
Everything happens for a reason
Is all the
heartbreak
Pain
Death
Life
Feelings
Worth it?
If everything happens for a reason, tell me the reason for these?
Is it to make me a better person?
Because I’m not
I’m
just
broken
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
Hell is loving you
and waking up
alone.
Hell is loving you
and knowing that you will
never feel the same way
Hell is you being the first thing I think about
when I wake up
and the last thing when I go to bed
Hell is knowing that I love you
and hell is you never feeling the same way.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
Hey, you
I miss you
I miss the time we used to spend together
I miss when we laughed
I miss the times we had fun
I miss when we had sleepovers
Now we’re just two strangers who know each other’s secrets
Now we’re just two strangers with memories.
And although I know I was a second choice
I miss you
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?
It’s certainly not me
You tell me that much
But can you at least tell me
Who the world wants me to look like?
Is it Miranda Kerr, with her flawless skin
Or Megan Fox, with the perfect figure?
Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Please tell me
Who is the fairest of them all?
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 6:11 AM UTC