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Mar 2018 · 197
deceit
Another Bad Poem Mar 2018
how could you
stand there and say
"i love you"
when you don't
have the decency
to say goodbye?
Mar 2018 · 886
six degrees of separation
Another Bad Poem Mar 2018
they say
that each person you know
knows a person
and if you travel those links
you have connections
to everyone
it takes
a maximum of six steps
six "friends of a friend"
to know anyone in the world
but that's not how
i want to know you
i don't want to be separated
i want to be by your side
but that's not how
things seem to be working out
you're so close
but so far away
and for that
i'm sorry
Mar 2018 · 169
it's happening again
Another Bad Poem Mar 2018
they're happening again
the thoughts i know i shouldn't have
i can't seem to fight them off anymore
i'm tired of being me
i'm to weak to change
yet too frustrated to stay the same

i don't know what to do from here
i already have 29
i wish i could add some more
in places where
they might actually matter
but again
i'm too scared
i'm too weak

why can't i change
why can't i do
they one thing i want to do
why won't i let myself be happy?
why can't i love myself?
why won't i risk making the hell i live in
just a little bit worse?
if i did, i could get a spark
of something that makes me better

but i could also
lose everything

i've never been lucky
i don't know if it's worth it
i don't know
i don't know
what to do
who i am
what i stand for

it seems
this is where
my thoughts love to reside
the thoughts
they're happening
and i don't know how to stop them
Mar 2018 · 380
to those happy people
Another Bad Poem Mar 2018
time flows quickly
it's been over a month since
we told each other "I love you"
something we both knew probably
should not have even happened
since this love we share is strictly not allowed
nothing is really allowed
not joy, not kindness nor compassion
or rest, or relaxation
not happiness

but hell, she knew it was
not okay with them
"**** it", she said
before she leaned in
and kissed me
and after that
it was a boulder
rolling down a hill
too fast and too hard to stop

i tried
i really did
i tried to get them to see
to make them okay with it
to let me live for once
but as always
nonononononononono
    nonononononononono
nonononononononono
            nonononononononono
               nonononononononono
                   nonononononononono
no
just endlessly saying no
to anything they didn't like
didn't agree with
it was hard
hiding everything
i understand it's not easy
to pretend the love you feel
doesn't exist
to resist every temptation
to pull them to the side
and return to the peace
you feel in their presence

but it's hard
sometimes it's too hard
it's too hard for her
and it's becoming too hard for me
if i win her, i lose my family
if i keep my family, i lose her

if i fight
i will lose

if i stay silent
i lose

it seems
by trying to be happy for once
i lost

it's not over yet
but there's no happy ending
no
i don't get a happy ending
it's probably not allowed
if it were even possible

to all you people
who walk around
with a genuine smile
you have no idea how lucky you are
to be allowed to have joy in your life
to not have it denied to you
by the people
who claim that they love you
and who expect nothing
but your best

stay happy
why can't i be like you
Mar 2018 · 184
hello poetry
Another Bad Poem Mar 2018
i came here
to share my thoughts
with the world
without judgement
now i constantly crave
people's acceptance
and understanding
watching the number
of times
something has been viewed
and adding
more unnecessary
spaces between lines
to look more poetic
and be more popular
instead of actually
writing something good
Mar 2018 · 430
4.0, 5.268
Another Bad Poem Mar 2018
when you are worth
nothing more than a grade
to those
who should love you most
then what are you, really?

are you a man?
are you a boy?
are you a good son?
a good brother?
or just a number?
what are you, really?

what's the point
of trying hard
to please them all
because when you fail,
as you undoubtedly will,
then what are you, really?

a number, some letters
and expectations that grow
faster than the mind or the body
can hope to keep up with
lead to broken dreams
and without dreams,
then what are you, really?

just a rag doll, tossed from
person to person, clinging
desperately, hoping for a glimpse
of appreciation, of wanting, of
love and affection, because without that
then what are you, really?

they say
you must love yourself
before you love others
but when it seems
like nobody else loves you
it's quite impossible
to love yourself

because if they don't love you
then who could?
high school student
age 17
unweighted gpa: 4.0
weighted gpa: 5.286
accepted to college out of state
status: dead inside
Another Bad Poem Mar 2018
home is supposed to be
the place
where you can be
yourself
not judged
not harassed
where you feel safe
where you feel happy
a place to share
thoughts and feelings
with those who
you care
and who care
for you

i think it's time i found one
and i think i know where it is
but i can't tell for sure
i hope i've learned
to enjoy it while i can
instead of doing
what i'm seem good at
******* up
the best moments
in my life
mistakenly waiting
for something better
something later

i've spent too long
waiting
and longing
i want my future
one i didn't think i had
until rather recently
thanks to the one
who has shown me
kindness and love
after all these years

a future
that now seems
palpable
possible.
i want to build it
create it
forge it
but i don't want to do it
alone

and now i don't have to

four years
basking in the light
of others just like me
if not better
so maybe someday
i might realize
i can shine
just as bright
as them
Mar 2018 · 170
on rumors
Another Bad Poem Mar 2018
what spews
from people's lips
is seldom supposed to matter
solely idle chatter
harmless little nips
that become news

they spread their words
not really caring
who they hurt
with everything they spurt
and not even daring
to question the mindless herds

it might start as a joke
when they spread their lies
about what they perceive as romance
never giving a real chance
acting like merciless spies
minus the dagger and cloak

words can result in
unintended consequences
and even without hate
they can devastate
lead to doled out sentences
or much chagrin

they don't seem to care
who they talk about
each week
whether strong or weak
through a whisper or shout
or words spoken on a dare

they just talk
perceiving themselves blameless
spreading word of frogs or red hair
with a lighthearted air
without thought to us who are voiceless
who can do naught but gawk

it is hard to fight
something that nobody
believes is a threat
because to them,
it is practically harmless
but they would not like
to be in the places
they put us in
so i say
please
stop talking
about what you
know not of
i swear
the redhead and the frog
might ruin my year
the first was a mistake
the second one forbidden
though who doesn't want the forbidden fruit, if it's forbidden without reason?
Mar 2018 · 371
the human radiator
Another Bad Poem Mar 2018
i have always
been naturally warm
and i used to
think it's something strange,
unnatural or weird,
just another way
i was different
from everyone else
an outcast

then i met her
and she happened
to be strangely cold
and she seemed to
need something warm
and i discovered
that our souls
were just two halves
of one whole

my warmth   easing her cold
her kindness easing my thoughts
my words widening her smile
her mind awakening my heart
my arms holding her close
her heart giving me love
for the first time
in 17 years
.
thank you
Mar 2018 · 143
mistakes
Another Bad Poem Mar 2018
mistake number one:
they say it's
better to
beg forgiveness
than to ask permission
i didn't listen

mistake number two:
i asked them if it
would be okay
to fall in love
they said
not now
i listened

mistake number three:
two years later
I tried again
foolishly thinking
my time had come
but yet again
they said no
i listened

mistake number four:
i wanted it
too much
and i saw
what wasn't there
too desperate to
think if it
was real. she said
it was
i listened

mistake number five:
i spoke my mind
told her what
i thought i felt
and she told
everyone else
but i was blamed
and told to
push her away
i listened

mistake number six:
i realized
what i wanted
who i wanted
i fell for her
harder than anyone
had ever fallen before
and i knew she was the one
i asked again
they said not now
i listened

i am sick
and tired
of listening
of doing
what is expected
what they want
what they ask

but i
am too weak
or too afraid
to change
maybe both

maybe that is
my biggest mistake



or maybe
my biggest mistake
is simply

existing
that can be easily corrected
Feb 2018 · 423
3C
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
3C
Building Three
       Center stairwell
            A sanctuary of sorts
                   Allowing me to be free
                            to do as i please
                         with the one
                     whom i only
                 wish to please
             seconds drag
          into minutes
       into hours
moments in
  her arms
    feel like
       lifetimes
            stolen, forbidden
                 recklessly beautiful
                      moments in
                           Building Three
                               Center stairwell
Feb 2018 · 164
headaches
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
a headache
a pain that cleaves your skull in two
yet gives me an excuse
to demand endless kisses
from my love
to help me heal
the rift in my brain
Feb 2018 · 272
phoenix
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
life isn't easy
but i've learned
not to show i care
just to hold it all in
to build it up, a mountain
keeping all my feelings at bay
to ignore what's in front of
my very own eyes
in plain sight
the boundaries
the utter lack
of normality
or of hope
the absence
of dreams


she lit the pyres for that self
those thoughts drifting away as smoke into the night sky
as the flames burnt brighter than the moonlight
consuming the pity and self-loathing
replacing it with
love and promise
and a future
i rose from the ashes of the dungeon of my mind
like a phoenix
and with her, i took flight
never to return
~thank you to her
Feb 2018 · 260
one
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
one
i did not know how she would make me feel,
the way she would intrude upon my heart.
i wish that i could make a simple deal
and make sure we are never torn apart.
i could not really figure out what part
this woman would be playing in my world,
the basic machinations of her art
making me fall before my plan unfurled.
i could not guess how i would want her curled
against me, falling into peaceful sleep,
thoughts drifting far as quickly as she hurled
herself into my dreams, so far, so deep.
she helps me deal with what has come before
and i will stay with her forevermore
here's some sonnet practice
i hope you enjoy
especially you, you know who you are
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
what is time?
is it temporary?
is that all time means?
a way to measure
how long something takes
so valuable, yet
so easily squandered

with you
the river of time,
flowing faster that we think
slows just a bit

each caress, each smile
turns back the tide
stealing seconds and
making them last longer
than i ever thought i'd want

the past 17 eternities pass
in the blink of an eye
compared to the few moments we share
tucked away in the corner
hidden in our own thoughts
safe from the world of worry
of insecurity and shame

hiding from everything but each other
my apologies
the title is in french, but not the poem

~for my queen
Feb 2018 · 132
what's your damage?
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
there's nothing wrong
there's nothing they can see
they can't figure it out
not because it's not there
not because it's difficult
it's because they don't want to believe
that they made a mistake
that they made me
the mess I am
Feb 2018 · 136
xvii
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
there's that strange spot
between a rock and a hard place
where one feels a restless immobility
and feels comfortable with inadequacy

when you're too young to be listened to
too young to be respected
too young to be responsible
too young to be understood
and too young to be free

but also too old to be irresponsible
too old to be childish
to old to make mistakes
too old to enjoy yourself
and too old to be free

so when am i supposed to enjoy
life
which they call a gift?
i don't feel very gifted
if i don't get to choose how i live
Feb 2018 · 89
thoughts
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
when
                                  I   lie
   in                   bed    
i         find                                        
                                              it
               ­     hard
       to                       stay
             focused
  on
                         nothing
         and    
                   sleep
  
i                   think
    way  
                                      too
                 much
Feb 2018 · 90
safety
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
i feel safe
in the most dangerous of places
in her arms
against her lips
under her gaze
on her mind
where i'm not supposed to be
but can't seem to stay away from
Feb 2018 · 139
smile
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
what is a smile
but a mask

what is a laugh
but an act

why do i try my best
to make everyone think
everything is okay

when nothing is?
Feb 2018 · 147
shadows
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
when you're older you're supposed to
overshadow, not be overshadowed
constantly compared to
one who's similar yet
vastly different
we are not the
same we can
be different
don't ask
me to be
like him


i'm not him
Feb 2018 · 267
my prison
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
13 years
different walls
different doors
still the same
my one job in life
do good in school
be a student

my one punishment
my only option
be a student
no more
no less
be the best student
live up to the shadows of those around you, before or after
don't fall behind
don't enjoy
just educate


well i'm sorry
i've learnt all the wrong things
thank you so much
for making me nothing more
than a grade on a paper
Feb 2018 · 427
lost
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
a sea of opinions
an ocean of expectations
implied and clear
yet convoluted and hypocritical
pushing this way and that way
with no room for me

how do you know what they want?
how do you do what's expected
if you don't know what that is?

what happens when all they see
when they look upon you
is a disappointment?

how do you make them happy?

where do you go from here?
Feb 2018 · 314
ramble
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
life was a wasteland
a warzone, unconquerable
indomitable and cataclysmic
unyielding
it seemed like i was
d
   r
     o
       w
           n
              i
                n
                   g
i was trapped
and endless, fruitless cycle
borne back ceaselessly
to where i started
never able to reach the end
either too weak or too cowardly
to break out of the loop
fighting
yelling
screaming
trust shattered
deceit, betrayal

suddenly

she came in the most unlikely places
a soft, unrelenting light in the darkest of times
a smile in a crowd of ******* faces
a face, wiping away the lines
of worry. of fear.
of sadness. of pain.

she came unannounced, unexpected
slipping past my defenses, a thief.
made me feel accepted,
calmed my grief.
my fears.
my pain.

i'm not perfect, I never will be
but now there's a better part
of me that I'm starting to see
ever since we traded hearts
moving past the fears
moving past the pain
Feb 2018 · 308
rage
Another Bad Poem Feb 2018
it starts small
small enough to be kept hidden
locked away

then it grows
a n d   g r o w s
a  n  d    g  r  o  w  s

until it can no longer be hidden

that ceaseless presence
soft, simmering
then exploding
effortlessly pushing away everything

everyone
those who get pushed away seldom return

— The End —