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10.6k · Apr 2015
Pokemon Team
Gavin Barnard Apr 2015
Conkeldurr, bisharp,
Clefable, Heatran,
Flying washer named Rotom-Wash
And a god of the dirt called Landorus-T
Make up my team of pokemon and me.

Lead with Lando, nicknamed Konietzko,
U-turn back and set the tempo.

Super-speedy, Choice Scarf needy,
Crazy hasty heatran known as The Heat
And his sheer nuking power of overheat.

Clefable, also known as, well, just Clefable
Is the great fairy in charge of turning the tables
When something twists my team to be unstable.

Rotom-wash is a magic floating washing maching
That manages to poke at the creators creativity.
I named him Rubix Cube
For how many heads he can abuse.

Conk isnt just some fluff,
He can do great things and stuff
And goes far beyond the *****.

Bisharp has become much less obsolete,
For enemy teams he rushes to deplete
By embedding a whole lot of deciet
Without causing somebody to click delete.

Offensive pressure is our strategy
Cause stall teams hate you and me.
A volt-turn core and nothing to lose
Makes me the strongest, don't refuse.
These people made their own pokemon league, which I am the champion of.

This wasnt meant to be a good poem, just some fun thing.
9.1k · May 2015
INFP D.I.Y.
Gavin Barnard May 2015
My intrapersonal personality
Is anything but close to reality.
Labeled as an INFP,
Falsified truths are there for me.

Constipated with imagination
And full of impossible destinations,
Building up my anticipation
For untractable proclamations.

The superstar in my heart
Doesn't know where to start.
They all claim I'm super smart
But I know I'm just a spare part.

Sealed in my room with a single outlet,
Alone with my imagination but no intent.
A poet by choice but human by heart,
Standing on my own, playing my part.

I never had a beginning
But I'm already winning.
An ace in the sky,
The wild card sent to die.

I've already have my piece of the pie,
And it was all just a D.I.Y.
6.5k · May 2015
Spider
Gavin Barnard May 2015
Black and red and hidding in shadows,
The spider grows old and its webs unable.
One little fly and a blood ******* mosquito
Once gone forever and lost in time,
Now free from its invisible vines.
Idfk what this is, but I like it. I felt like writing something but had nothing to write about, so I pulled this outta thin air.
6.1k · Oct 2014
Suicide
Gavin Barnard Oct 2014
Sometimes,
I want to just **** myself,
But I don't have the guts
To leave you here all alone.
6.0k · Jul 2016
Call of Duty Go
Gavin Barnard Jul 2016
Imagine Activision and Treyarch
Making a CoD clone of Pokemon Go.
The players could search for new guns,
Trying to get the biggest collection.
PvP could be something like
Whoever has the most OP gun wins,
And the guns can be nerfed and buffed
Whenever they feel like it
To change the meta-game.
And to give it similar aesthetics
They can make the game laggy as ****.
This poem is for gamers, I don't expect it to go far.
4.5k · Oct 2014
Virus
Gavin Barnard Oct 2014
I hold valuable information,
But a virus prevents its spread.
Everybody wants access to me
But the virus lives within.

You could reprogram me
But how much is the toll?
You could just leave me be
And leave the intel alone.

I have my own solution,
Which requires little effort.
Just wipe the whole **** system
And begone with all your troubles.
Written in 2 minutes flat.
4.4k · May 2015
Beast
Gavin Barnard May 2015
We are not beasts,
We are men.
Start treating us as such
Or we'll show you
What a beast looks like.
4.0k · May 2015
A Limit on Poetry
Gavin Barnard May 2015
I write my poems how
I want to write them.
You can't put a limit
On my creativity,
But I can put one on
Your slavery (over me).
Limits don't exist with unnumerable words to use.

**** my teacher. Complaining about being way behind when he shares stories completely unrelated to history.
3.9k · May 2015
Rocket Ship
Gavin Barnard May 2015
You're my sun.
Millions of miles away,
Always high in someone's sky.
No matter how far I drive
I won't ever get any closer.
I'll need a rocket ship,
And even then I'll burn up
Once I get too close.
3.1k · Oct 2014
One Problem (haiku)
Gavin Barnard Oct 2014
I have one problem.
I don't think I love you as
Much as you love me.
3.0k · May 2015
Grades (10w)
Gavin Barnard May 2015
School grades don't decide how much you're worth,

You do.
I hate them. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them. Its not like I dedicate every second of every day to school.
2.9k · Oct 2014
Favoritism
Gavin Barnard Oct 2014
If I speak my mind first,
I'll be shot like I'm stupid.
If anybody else says the same thing,
They'll be praised like a genius.
Gavin Barnard Apr 2015
I'd rather be clean and drug free
But drowning under thick ice
Than a ****** flying high in the sky
And risking falling to my death.

I'd rather drown under the ice,
Close to my true friends
Than fly in the sky alone,
Way up high in the ozone.

I'd rather be close to my true friends
Where theres always a way out
Than fly alone in the ozone
Where there is no landing zone.

I'd rather be clean and drug free
Where theres always a way out
Rather than having no landing zone
As a ******, flying high in the sky.
2.5k · May 2015
Laugh at Me
Gavin Barnard May 2015
Laugh, laugh, laugh* at every ******* word I say.
Laugh at everything I think is right.
Laugh at my beliefs, laugh at my morals.
Laugh at every ******* thing I am.

Laugh behind my back, laugh in my face.
Laugh until your jaws hurt,
Laugh until you can't breath.
Laugh like its harmless,
Laugh like I'm trying to be funny.

Laugh like I don't care at all,
Laugh until tears cloud my vision.
Laugh until I feel worthless,
Laugh until I cut and burn my skin,
Laugh until I ******* **** myself,
And laugh at that too.
I'm so ******* funny, arent I?
2.4k · Oct 2014
Bus Seat
Gavin Barnard Oct 2014
Today was the first day
That I took a bus seat alone
So I can all the way to the window
And have something to lean on.
Gavin Barnard May 2016
I think the next time
An outside source makes me bleed,
It'll be the one to **** me.

A bullet to the brain
Will **** me instantly,
A bullet to the stomach
Will give me only a chance.

A bullet to the leg
And I may never walk again.
A bullet to the arm
And I may never truly live again.

And one more thing,
I may never live to see twenty three
So that everybody else
Can see one hundred and three.
"In the middle of the night,
In the heat of the night,
Theres a US marine
And hes looking for a fight.

Well, he flies in an airplane
And he jumps through the sky.
Theres a US marine
And he kills before he dies.

In the cold of Korea,
Under six feet of snow,
Theres a US marine
And he's putting on a show.

Machine guns a' blazin,'
Grenade a' going boom.
Theres a US marine,
Step back and give him room.

And dont you cry for me, baby,
Dont you shed me any tears.
I'm a US marine
And I live without no fear."

My favorite cadence.
2.3k · Oct 2014
Doors
Gavin Barnard Oct 2014
An abandoned insane asylum
Built in the forgotten Elysium  
Miles from any civilization.
Stale air and contamination
Fills its empty coliseums.

Each room with a nightmare,
Visitors compelled to stare.
A melancholy state of mind
Rests there all the time.
Bound forever to its glare.

I am stuck here for eternity.
There is no escape for my entity.
The outside looks so beautiful,
Oh, how much I miss you.
This alone is a nightmare, it cannot be.

I'm calling out from the highest floor,
Up here, my starved body is dirt poor.
Nobody wants me, trash of society.
My crying can't catch even a disease.
I'm stuck within my nightmare
Forevermore.

I open a door to see what lies behind.
I see me, a monster in disguise.
I sit and cry the day away,
Wishing I wasn't here to stay.
This insanity will (make me) claw out my eyes.
2.3k · Oct 2015
Fantasy Land
Gavin Barnard Oct 2015
Whats wrong with my imagination, teacher?
Won't you let me write a harmless poem?
Thats all I want to do, write down my thoughts,
Describe the dragons and wizards in fantasy land.

Theres a circus running rampant in my head,
My art teacher would tell me that,
And I think shes right,
And I took it as a compliment.
She taught us that weird is a good thing.

And even though I put down my paint and pastels,
I'm still an artist, just with words and letters.
And if I can't have my imagination I can't be me,
And you emphazise so much on being yourself
But discourage being an imaginative,
Creative person.

Its hard for me to tell what you want me to be.
Successful, sure, but your and my ideas
Differ so much, I simply cannot make you happy.
Money is one thing, power is another,
But I don't care about either,
Because success to me is when
I help people and then they look up to me.

If I lead by example and I help people out,
Then if that example is spread around the world,
People all over will follow my lead and help
Another man or woman in one way or another.
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace."
2.2k · Nov 2014
No Gods, No Masters
Gavin Barnard Nov 2014
I want to escape reality.
Never again, will I worry.
No more fear or anxiety.
Live on just my ingenuity.

I will take you with me.
Together we can be free
From the iron fist of society.

We can be free from hate
And empty of waste.
Away from pollution
And over-population.

No longer will we be maggots or pigs.
We will be people, alive and priceless.
Untainted and pure. No gods, no masters.
No hierarchy we must overcome.

We don't need a government,
No lawyers or police.
We just need common sense
And not a trace of hate.
No Gods, No Masters is a quest in Fallout: New Vegas. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to use the saying or not because of copyright stuff, but whatever. If it does, then it goes to obsidian entertainment, Bethesda studios and whoever else played a part in making the game. The rest of the poem is mine though. I wrote it all with my own two hands and my brain. Thank you creators of Fallout: NV, Fallout 3 was much better.
2.2k · Mar 2015
I Killed the King (10w)
Gavin Barnard Mar 2015
I killed the king.
Are you going to **** me?
Gavin Barnard Nov 2014
You don't bother to say "I'm sorry",
You don't bother to make her feel better.
You can say it was an accident
But that really doesn't matter.

You made her cry, you made her weep.
You laughed while she cried.
You may have seen her tears,
But did you really care?

You're sick if you think it was funny.
Making not even a three year old feel pain.

I'll tell you what I think is funny:
Ebola.
Cancer.
AIDS and ***.
******.
Warfare.
Obesity.
Psychopaths.
Crazy people.
Homeless people.
Drugs.
****.
Molestation.
STD's.
Depression.
Homosexualit­y.
Substance abuse.
Gang violence.
Domestic abuse.
Prison.
Death camps.
The **** Party and Adolf ******.
Joseph Stalin.
Mao.
Kim Jong Il.
The end of the world.
Nuclear weapons.
Ignominy.
Down Syndrome.
Alzheimer's disease.
Mental retardation.
Radiation.
Birth defects.
Agent orange.
******.
Broken bones.
Open wounds.
Spilled guts.
Bullets.
Torture.
Slipping.
Falling.
Hiding.
Crying.
Cuttin­g.
Burning.
Screaming.
Running.
Escaping.
Self-harm.
Heart-breaks­.
Suicide.
Hilarious, right?
If you want to add to the list, put it in the comments. I'll add it when I have the time.
2.0k · Aug 2018
Memories Worth Saving
Gavin Barnard Aug 2018
Darkness is the night sky after a storm,
The power is out and the clouds are thick,
The only sounds are the creaking of the house,
The crickets outside, and the ringing in my ears,
And the only lights are the cars passing by
And the lightning strikes in the sky.

"Whats there to do other than get high,"
Some might say, while I
Use my time writing this moment down.
A poem captures so much more in darkness
Than a camera without a flash ever could.

A poem captures minds and hearts,
While a picture grabs glances and memories.
People only want to memorize happy moments,
Not heavy rain and power outages,
But this is my happy moment.
When every thing is dark and silent,
When people frown out of boredom,
When I finally feel like I'm truly alone.

Theres no internet connection,
No bars, no service,
Everybody else already left
To go get high somewhere else,
So that only leaves me
Alone with my thoughts and dreams
With no interuptions or distractions.

These are the moments I seek,
The conditions I thrive in,
And the memories I cherish.
I do enjoy spending time with my family (actually I don't I just say that to sound nice but I do love them), but I prefer being alone without internet than at a loud party. I also wanna go take a walk but my flashlight doesnt work and its dark and I don't wanna get lost (or maybe I do).

I also wish the power would turn back on because I just bought Diablo 3.
2.0k · Jan 2015
Calculator (10w)
Gavin Barnard Jan 2015
Which is more important.
A calculator,
Or your own brain?
I won't pay $20 to rent a calculator when I can do all of it in my head. I'm not as stupid as you think.
1.9k · Oct 2014
All In Silence
Gavin Barnard Oct 2014
Suffer in silence, all alone.
Worn down to the bone.
Everything is as hard as stone.

There are secrets I will not tell;
I'm living in a personal Hell.
How much further have I fell?

It burns in my chest
And nothing less.

My eyes make a flood
That turns dirt into mud.

My despair creates a swamp
Out of my life that I wish to stomp.

My hourglass is on its last grains of sand
As is the blood dripping from my hand.

Maybe its time to stop swimming,
Reach the bottom that'll soon be coming.
1.9k · Jan 2018
Noose
Gavin Barnard Jan 2018
I tied a noose around my neck one day
Just to see how it would feel.
It was comforting and warm,
Like something cared enough about me
To offer an answer to my problems,
And that it wasnt going to let go,
As people tend to do.

Its still laying there, next to my desk.
Just knowing its there is calming,
Like knowing that no matter what
Kinds of **** people dump on me,
I'll win either way, and all it takes
Is a half hour and a tree.

It'd be so much easier to quit now
Than to crawl through life
For no good reason.
We all end up dead anyways,
There's no harm in rushing it.
People are going to cry over me
Whether I die now or when I'm eighty.

Whats the point of life
If all it is is just pain,
If all I feel inside is depression,
And all I feel from others is dissapointment?
1.9k · Jul 2015
A Love Like Fire (10w)
Gavin Barnard Jul 2015
I'm in love with
The words that burn my skin.
1.8k · Apr 2015
The Thought of My Crush
Gavin Barnard Apr 2015
So here I am, walking home alone,
Wishing I had his hand to hold.
No music, no worries, just imagining
Him there, walking by my side, together.

Even though I don't know
How he feels about me
Or homosexuality,
He steals my worries away
Like they never wanted to stay.

We never held up a conversation,
Only glanced at each other once,
In which I looked away, blushing
About the thought of my crush.

And while I was walking,
I imagined that I gently pushed him down,
Hid him under the tall grass,
I got on top of him
And said "ya know, I really love you"
And I kissed him,
And I kissed him,
And I kissed him…
Its a true story...
1.7k · Jun 2015
The I in INFP
Gavin Barnard Jun 2015
Introverts are just iron walls
And loose cannons, shrouded in fog.
But once youre on the inside,
There's cute kittens, cloud-like beds
And unpredictable spontaneuos weather.
1.7k · Feb 2015
Promise
Gavin Barnard Feb 2015
I promise I'll stay by your side,
I promise everything will be alright.
I promise I'll find you and your ocean
And I'll pull you out or drown with you.

I promise I'll keep you warm,
I promise I'll keep you safe.
I promise that someday
Everything will feel okay.

I promise that this sharpie on my arm
Will become real ink, engraved,
Your name and my promises to you,
Everything I say that I'd do.

I need reminders so that I don't lose sight
Of why I stay here and fight.
What's better than seeing my reasons
Every day of the week,
Every time I twist my arm?

I know that sometimes
We may feel like we're nothing.
Call ourselves a negative something
And lie and say that we're okay,
Curled up and crying on the floor.

But still,
I promise to never leave your side.
I promise I'll make everything be alright,
I promise to hide you from all the fights.

And most importantly,
*I promise to never stop loving you.
1.7k · Mar 2015
Homeland Tyrant
Gavin Barnard Mar 2015
You over react about anything I do,
Steal from me because I broke something in you.
Slander my name for the sake of control,
I'm getting my head out of this hole.

Its not my fault you're weak and open,
I'm not sorry that you painted a target on your chest.
I won't say I'm sorry for hitting the circle in the middle
And I won't take any of it back, I said what I said.

You violated my rights with thievery,
Why would I show you any mercy?
I have a bigger life than what goes on in my freezing room,
You can't just assume that you have complete control.

All I wanted was an answer
And I asked nicely at first.
But all you said was "just because I can,"
And that gave me the right of way
To call you a tyrant, a *****,
Another worthless dollar more.
Gavin Barnard Apr 2015
I am the systematic solution
To world hunger and over population.
All I need is a licence to ****
And I'll do it for a dollar bill.

One atomic bomb after the next,
I'm making it rain fire and death.
Solo constructor of this bloodbath,
Inhumane parasites feel my unholy wrath.

War and terror,
      Power and greed,
My boots crush ants
      Beneath of me.
Embrace the power,
      Destroy the weak,
This is just another
      American Dream.

Body parts, organs,
      All mutilated,
Bent to my will
      For a dollar bill.
Buy, consume,
      Learn, use and ****,
Follow these steps
      To find a new you.

I can pretend that life is pretty,
But in reality,
      Its ******* ******.
Drugs and **** and compulsitivity,
This place never was meant for me.

Overdue for its unholy cleansing,
I'll make the change as if nothing is coming.
An atomic fire falling from the sky
And not any second thoughts as to why.

Mass ******, American Genocide
With a little sprinkle of diecide,
My unholy, bright rain of fire
Will save humanity from disaster.
Written under the influence of grindcore.
1.7k · Dec 2014
You Don't Deserve Me
Gavin Barnard Dec 2014
How many times have you walked into my room,
Not a single knock on my closed door,
Just to yell at me how miserable I am?

How many times have you picked me up from work late,
Insulted me and dragged me around after a long day,
Just to see me wallow in misery?

How many times have you tried to force me
To live my life and spend my money your way
Just to have a perfect little boy?

News flash, perfection doesn't exist.
I once thought you were wise
But now I know that you're wrong.

I live in a free country
And I'm not a momma's boy.
Its how I want it,
And its how I'm going to make it.

I don't believe your lies,
But inside my heart
They strike my veins.

My veins are full of ink and poets blood. You severe them everyday.
And when they bleed, it gets everywhere.
On paper, my mind, heart and emotions
And it leaves a scar forever.

But you don't care. You never did.
I'm just a product of carelessness
Because you couldn't keep your pants on.
That's what I am.
A miserable, terrible accident.

And a poet. I'm proud of it.
But I won't show you my poems.
They're all I have left,
The things you haven't taken from me.
You don't deserve to know either.
I don't think you'd care anyways,
So why bother?

Just to **** you off even more?
That you've had a child
That you don't want,
That's good in all of the useless things?

I don't care if you're happy or not.
Why should I if you don't care about me?
Doing your duty as a mother is one thing,
But doing them like you hate it is another.

I don't know why people don't see this.
Its right there, in front of their faces every ******* day.
Hate hidden underneath family and friendship.
The public displays are hated,
But in privacy, *nobody saw a thing.
A bunch of random thoughts mangled together.
1.6k · Jul 2015
Dragonfly
Gavin Barnard Jul 2015
I remember when you were a dragonfly,
Beautiful to even my heartless eyes.
You cured the pain inside
And drove off the suicide.

I saved you not once, but twice.
I tried to kiss you to bed every night.
I went further with you than anybody ever
But you make it all seem like a wasted effort.

You were my favorite lover,
My best friend forever,
But you left me with a razor,
A broken heart and a red river.
1.6k · Oct 2014
Angst
Gavin Barnard Oct 2014
This new emotion has overcome me
Like "The Masque of the Red Death".
It tears me up inside
As though I have nothing to hide.

There are days which I wish
I couldn't feel at all.
Not love nor hate
Or any miserable state.

I can't express enough
How much is too much.
This emotion is a sort of
Heart attack, only in my mind.

This feeling bears undesirable weight
Upon these miserly shoulders I hold.
A weight on my chest
Never before foretold.

I promised I wouldn't do it
But there I go again.
You tossed yours away,
Mine are here to stay.

This addiction I have relieves my stress.
My shoulders are sore and my chest
Is in unrest. I tried not to, I swear,
But I was overcome by fear.

To make it worse its mixed up
With anxiety and excitement.
Fighting over control, my body
Can't take it. My emotions are free.

It'll **** me by the time
I meet my unknown love.
But I will always endure
For a love so pure.
I ******* hate emotions right now.
1.6k · Jul 2015
Railroad Tracks
Gavin Barnard Jul 2015
I'm walking down the railroad tracks,
Stomping on the logs, stepping on the rocks.
I've got my head hung in shame
And I'm listening to the same song again.

I take this path to downtown Cadillac
Whenever I decide not to ride my bike.
I walk along a two track to a train yard
And follow them through a little woods
And over a river accompanied by bugs.

Alone time is also precious time
Living in a home fit for two at the most
That's been crowded with six,
And frequent overnight visits make it seven.

I go out to eat to avoid the free-for-all,
For the oxygen, the leg-room, for adventure;
To enjoy my music in its cleanest form,
Untainted by inconsiderate screams.

Being an INFP
I walk in fantasy but live in reality.
The world is a little bit pleasure to me,
But also a whole lot of misery.

I know my life isnt as bad as what I've seen
But I used to cut myself anyway.
I wrote poems about what I wanted to feel,
But those emotions passed just like clouds.

I let the fantasy inside my head
Take control over the reality in my hands.
I'm proud to be a poet,
But that doesn't mean
I'm proud of all my poems.
1.5k · Dec 2014
Ant Machine
Gavin Barnard Dec 2014
We are…
              Ants…

Marching day and night
Collecting things for family,
Place to place without a break.
Nothing for yourself.
No change, no hope,
No future, no truth.

The machine keeps moving,
Fixing flaws while proceeding.
Only our duty is known,
No reason why or goal is shown.

Just brainwashed.

Just blindness.

Just repetition.

Just one duty.

Just marching on.

Serve the queen,
Your savior.
Serve the queen,
Your destroyer.
Serve the queen,
Your owner.
Serve the queen,
The only thing you live for.



But, if I may ask,
Who is the queen
And why must I serve her?
The two things I will never know
And be shot for wondering.

Parts to a machine aren't supposed to think
So I'll be discontinued and replaced,
Found defective and thrown out of the race.
Dead in the head from pounds of disgrace
But I wonder anyway.

Perhaps the queen is my government.
Or my real mother
Or the corporations that own the population.
Perhaps shes who I choose her to be.

Maybe I serve because
I've got nothing better to do,
Because I'm worth nothing.
Born for nothing except slavery.

I think…
            That I'll choose my own queen.
And I'll serve her,
Not out of duty or doing the right thing,
But out of love.

And I'll protect my queen
For as long as I stand.
I'd **** myself if my queen was dead,
Because it means a failure on my part.
A failure of the one duty I wanted to do.

My queen, I know nothing of.
Perhaps it the things I'm addicted to.
Perhaps its the things I think of.
Maybe, its me, and everything I hold dear.



I've got this same feeling pouring over me.
That same dark, gloomy feeling
That I know so clearly, so repetitively.
The feeling of suicide, the feeling of love.
The feeling of finding somebody new
When you're avoiding another disaster
Because you know, that in the end,
Nothing matters. It'll all go to hell!

That something inside of me,
That something I've felt before,
Pulls me closer, and closer,  and closer
To you. For you. Because of you.

*******.
1.5k · Jan 2015
Suicide Statistics
Gavin Barnard Jan 2015
If I were to **** myself,
What would I become?
Just a number? A statistic?
Nothing to remember just me by?
Nothing about how I lived
Or why or how I did it?
Nothing about my hobbies,
My dreams, loved ones,
Fantasies or possessions?
1.5k · Feb 2015
You Can't Change Me
Gavin Barnard Feb 2015
I'm not just a rebellious teen,
I'm a simple rebel in general.
Loyal to those who stay by my side,
Ready to **** who hands me their pills.

I play by my rules, I play my own game,
Scream my name to claim my fame.
Say what you want, I feel no pain.
I'm not going insane, you're just inane.

I'll say the truth like its never been said,
Words like bullets and a mouth like a gun.
I won't stand for corruption,
My creator of self mutilation.
Abusing my faith for their gain.

Speak your mind, sleep the night,
I'll see you crying tonight.
So predictable, nothing's unimaginable.
I'll show you what I call my light,
The reason why I still fight.

Who cares what you want?
I'm working for separate goals.
I know myself better than you,
Just try to prove to me that
You know what's better for me.

I don't care about money
And I don't care about fame.
They're nothing in my game,
They're what drives you insane.

I'm not a materialistic person,
I'm on the lower division.
I value honor and freedom
More than lost causes.

I am what I am
And you can't change that.
It's better if you read it at a quick pace.
1.5k · Jan 2015
Park Bench
Gavin Barnard Jan 2015
I never wanted to be the poet
That wrote only love poems,
But here I am lost in love.

No more cutting myself to feel better,
I just close my eyes and see her.
No more thoughts of suicide
Like my life couldn't get any better,
I know that she'll pull me out of the hole.

I just want to sit close to you
So that our arms are touching.
Listen to the same music
Through the same ear buds,
Arranged so that they're in our outer ear
And our head are together.

Just you and me sitting on a park bench,
Not going to tonight's dance.
Watching the lake
And listening to music.
Just you and me.
I'd rather be alone with her than go to a dance with her. Not for embarrassment reasons, I'd announce us to the world. But because we'd be alone. WickedHope <3
Gavin Barnard Oct 2014
Don't tell me what to do.
I know myself better than you.
"My expectations are few".
Well ******* too;
I never get my points through.

Would you care to explain
My big great mistake?
Or was it you that didn't want me
To exist in the first place?

Your brownies are delicious
But your words are malicious.
"Your brother is more important;
You're to be always dependent.
You're too weak to be significant".
The two I exclude from this poem are my Grandpa and Dad for they leave me be to do my own things and are supportive of my hobbies most of all.
1.4k · Nov 2018
Untitled
Gavin Barnard Nov 2018
I think I know what I want now,
The purpose I've been seeking,
But what do I know until I try,
And who's willing to offer their time?
Well I mean, there is one guy but we've been talking for months and its going incredibly slow. I'm not sure if he's into me.
Gavin Barnard Dec 2014
I'm gonna **** myself…
I really want to, you know, just disappear.
No more worries, no more pain.
No more secrets to hide in vain.
No more cutting and making people worry,
Creating scars that won't be going.
No more crying or holding it inside,
Bound to explode into cyanide.
No more people, no more whispers.
No more being hurt by words
The more you use them,
The more they mean.
No more being broken by your impossible,
Irresponsible flurry of words or anything.

Just dead…
Nothing…
Zero…
Nihil…
I want to so much, but do I have what it takes? It just hurts…
1.4k · Oct 2016
This Monk from the Mountain
Gavin Barnard Oct 2016
I never liked talking to people.
It’s not fear or contempt,
Just they cause so much drama
And chaos it ****** me off.

Which is unfortunate for me
Because I’m the strongest fighter
And the wisest teacher here,
So they invade my privacy.

They come to me when a creature
Is attacking their peaceful village,
Or when their curiosity beckons
Wisdom from a monk of the mountain.

All I want is to tend my garden,
Watch my turtles and feed the birds.
That's how the wind is blowing,
And I fear it will soon turn violent.

*So long as I remain fluid like water,
No demon will infiltrate my soul;
And as long as I am flexible like the wind,
No stick or stone will break my bones;
And as long as I keep inner peace,
No darkness will break my mind.
Was supposed to be a short story but oh well.
1.4k · Oct 2014
My Personal Regime
Gavin Barnard Oct 2014
The walls are closing in,
And time is running short.
This path I have taken
Is reaching its end.

I can't see it,
The finish line.
16 years in the dark
And still no light.

It makes me wonder,
Will I always be
Dark and damp?
Cold like a stone?

Knee deep in stagnant water
With a leak from nowhere,
Dripping away forever,
Only adding to my tears.

Ten thousand I have shed,
Waiting for a light to come down.
Still no hope, still no care.
I lost faith, enough to push everybody away.

Why people break my war machine
And takes all my bullets
And fights D-day for me,
I still cannot comprehend.

16 years I've been defending
Against all those who care.
Defending my sorrow, my tears,
That became me, slowly but surely.

I love myself enough to defend it,
I hate myself enough to end it.
Please, don't fight my fights.
Don't break my work on myself.
1.4k · Feb 2016
I Am Not a Quitter
Gavin Barnard Feb 2016
I am not a quitter.
"Can't" is not in my dictionary;
And there is nothing I want more
Than to be a United States Marine.
Its all true.
1.4k · Aug 2015
Idle (10w)
Gavin Barnard Aug 2015
I'm not going to
Stand idle while
The stars collide.
1.4k · Jun 2015
Blood Over Numbers
Gavin Barnard Jun 2015
I've got four friends and all of them are special
Compared to normal people but not each other.
I don't want to choose one to be better than the others,
I want someone to appear different right from the start.

I hate people but I love their creations
And video games is a relatively new art form,
But I don't want to fall in love
With another video game character.

They don't talk to me and are perfect in every way,
And thats two reasons why I refuse and deny.
They have no blood, just numbers and codes.
They have nothing to hide and nothing to show.

They have nothing to hate
And nothing to love.

They're scripted and created, unlike
People, who are free and built from bottom up
With decor added to the sides
Or iron walls on the inside.

But the most important thing is a heart.
People have them, characters don't
And you all know it takes a heart to love.
WistfulHope, Sweet Dreams XD, Alexis June and a girl named Marissa that isn't on Hello Poetry.
1.3k · Oct 2014
Mistrust
Gavin Barnard Oct 2014
I broke my heart today.
Left it in the dirt, shattered.
Who needs one anyways?
Love always leaves you scattered.

My light has left me once again.
The darkness is my only friend.
I don't need light's deductibles,
Without friends, I'm indestructible.

My river is flowing away
With my blood and dreams.
Nothing is ever here to stay.
Not even my many queens.

All I want in life is to be alone.
Gone without the temptation.
They've turned me into a stone
Worthy of fragmentation.

Everybody wants only lust,
And never ever true love.
I've built in deep mistrust
To leave behind just dust.
"But you changed this all for me"
1.3k · Jan 2015
Sometimes I Feel Like
Gavin Barnard Jan 2015
Sometimes I feel like
I'm dying on asphalt.
Battered and broken,
Crying and crawling
My way to safety.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm trapped under ice.
Struggling for air
As water fills my lungs
While people above just stare.

Sometimes I feel like
I shouldn't be in this place.
Like I make so many mistakes,
People want me out of their lives
So they'd ridicule me until I died.

Sometimes I feel like
Love isn't for me.
I never know which way to go
And I always make huge mistakes,
Leaving me sorry in the quake.

And sometimes I feel like
I'm dead inside.
Apathy is all I breath.
I cut myself and dream of suicide.
Nobody looks at me straight in the eye.
1.3k · Jan 2015
Window Pane
Gavin Barnard Jan 2015
I'm just a window pane
Between you and your dreams.
You can just shatter me and walk away
Or you could stay with me
And never reach your goals.

I'm easily shattered
And people see right through me.
They don't know what I'm made of
Or the inferno I went through
To get into this state.

Beautiful but see through,
Transparent but still there.
If you shine a light on me
In all the right places,
I'll create a rainbow in your image.

I take all the cold for you
So you can have all the heat.
I absorb all the noise
So you aren't destroys by lies.

To protect you from the cold outside,
The wind that gives you a ride,
And the sound that destroys your mind
Is why I'm here for all of time.

I'm sorry I couldn't be here earlier,
I understand that the one before has broken.
Or have you broken away from it?
It doesn't matter either way.
I'm still here for the rest of your days.
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