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342 · Nov 2014
with love
339 · Nov 2015
like the moon
Riot Nov 2015
the stars feel as dark
as the empty space around them
because they don't light up
quite like the moon
338 · Mar 2014
drowning
Riot Mar 2014
my head's under water
no air to be found
i try to scream out
but you don't hear a sound
my final tear isn't seen
and i don't know what it means
i'm not drowning in water
i'm drowning in responsibility
who knows what it's like to drown?
338 · Apr 2016
Untitled
Riot Apr 2016
words could never capture me
*i'm a ******* mystery
Riot Jun 2014
i never cried like this before
my heart slamming against against my sanities door
no more
you
i cried so hard
my eyes were sore
when i thought you left
and slammed the door

my tears were on the floor
while i was trying to get god to help
send a messege through his doors
the only thing i said was
"God please help her"

when i thought you were gone
i wrote a song
saying exacly what was going on

though i didn't know the full story
i still thought i could help

but then you came back

this is my first time
witnessing a miracal
336 · Apr 2014
T.v (3)
Riot Apr 2014
T.v**

Trusting. Violence
336 · Jun 2014
my friend
Riot Jun 2014
i know you
i don't know all of you
but i'm there
i'm not the only person in the world who cares
i feel
jesus came to earth
for a moment
just to tell you what you're doing
because the divil was nipping at your heels
because your whole life
you never knew how sanity feels

you keep saying you don't hate yourself
but you know you're suicidal
you can't break down
because you're an idol

you've never been a kid
because you had to take care of them
but it was too much
and all that work
builds up within

you are a fallen angle
and you hit a few clouds on the way down
and you beat yourself out of heaven
so you cut yourself
a frown

because outside
your an insperation
but inside
you feel worthless
but please
stop apologizing
because nobody is perfect

so you need to practice what you preach
pray about your defeat
remember jesus was weakened
so we don't have to be weak

so yes
my friend goes through a lot
and she is silenced by her walk
of shame
looking all happy outside
but she thinks she's the one to blame

but this earth would not be the same
without her wrongs
and rights
so please
don't do God's job
and take your own life

because i love you
my life would be there with you in your grave
i wouldn't be at your funeral
i'd be thinking for our glory days
such as

justin does
stoner face
i like your bike
can i ride you?

i'd remember all these things
and everyday
i would remind you

to to go on a million google docs
all saying i love you

but then start crying
when i realized i didn't love you enough
i didn't talk to you enough
i wasn't there enough
when you were thinking of suicide
i was asleep
and now i'll never sleep again
knowing
somewhere
your lonly enough
to think the thoughts withen
i will cry
my friend
but never say goodbye my friend
i will write
"justin does"
**until you reply my friend
333 · May 2014
did you even notice
Riot May 2014
did you even notice
how many people need your help?
their silent screams of desperation
your silent knife in their back
every time you don't say anything

did you even notice
how many scared arms are in your hallways
how many lockers
read "*****"
how much blood is on the floor
how many people hide who they are
all because you won't say anything

did you even notice
all the skeletons in your closet
depositing a check
for a hundred more laws
in your mind
behind a cage of time
your past is the master
controlling your ****** design
but you didn't speak

did you ever notice
you never cried
a good cry  
and you can't speak out
because your the same inside
331 · Mar 2014
I pray
Riot Mar 2014
I pray
That one day
I'll see the sun rise again
I pray that one day
Someone will find me
Within
This big house
But no one is home
Except the man
Who tricked me
Alone
Walking down the street
As I saw him look at me
But I was so strong
Twice I did not think
And as I screamed whike he grabbed me
Hit the bottom of the trunk
And blacked out
I heard a little girl
And that was the last voice I heard
But I'm not filled with doubt
So I pray that someone will find me
And rescue me someday
And I'm sorry for what I must do now
But I have to make a way
"what are you doing in my kitchen
In the basement you must stay"
I'm sorry for what I must do
But I have to rescue myself today
Sort of a part 2of kidnaped made by Chloe jackson
328 · Jun 2014
natural therapist
Riot Jun 2014
People say
They don't help people
Because of something they did
But think about this

you will no longer be  even  **once they commit suicide
327 · Jun 2014
welcome mat
Riot Jun 2014
i'm sorry
i didn't mean to
i know i promised
but you locked me outside of the door

but the knife
was so welcoming
when you locked me out
it invited me in

it was cold out there
and the knife had a welcome mat
324 · Jul 2016
heartbeat
Riot Jul 2016
I don't write about love as much as I want to
One thing about me
I don't sing about things that I can't do
I'm human
I know a million reasons to live under the sun
It's a heartbeat
And everybody has one
323 · Nov 2015
suicide
Riot Nov 2015
i'm already dead
*suicide is just a formality
322 · May 2014
50w homless
Riot May 2014
You'd never know by the way she walked
She talked like there was nothing wrong
Even though life had her by a rope she was still going strong

You never know by the light in her eye
Because her love was so strong
You'd never know she was homeless

Strong
314 · Mar 2015
tearing myself apart (10w)
Riot Mar 2015
tearing
            myself
                          apart
                                    and
                                       i
                                      
                                    don't

                                    know
                                      
                                    how
                                  
                                   to
*stop
314 · Mar 2014
Caged bird
Riot Mar 2014
Never to be seen
Never to be heard
I'll do what you want
But I'm not a caged bird
Not aloud to speak
At least not with my words
I'll let you hear me cry
Even when my chains hurt
314 · Jul 2014
heroes
Riot Jul 2014
why is it that all heroes
look for their face in the spotlight
before helping people?
312 · Jun 2014
roses
Riot Jun 2014
people say every rose has its thorn
*well every thorn has it's rose
312 · Mar 2014
hate
Riot Mar 2014
i hate, hate
does that make me a hypocrite?
no
does that make me wrong?
yes
most think that hating hate is a good thing
but hating the bad things
takes place of loving the good things
so don't hate the bully
feel sorry for his past
and don't hate the devil
that's God's job
so don't walk in his path
inspiration of the day. i'm going to make these short inspirational poems daily.
see you tomorrow
311 · Sep 2014
my room
Riot Sep 2014
My room has become a hell hole
A playground for the demons that nobody thinks exist
But I see them

Have you ever looked a demon in the eye?
It makes you see life differently

My room has become a loony bin
My bed
A straight jacket
Entitling me to break
I'm entitled to my broken bones

My room is a place for monsters
Ghosts aren't even on the A-list
311 · Mar 2014
At the mercy of...
Riot Mar 2014
I can't take it anymore
Being myself is too hard
Not being able to do anything
At the mercy of my heart
I would cry right now
But it's wrong
And my misery is illegal
I'm crushed between my flaws
At the mercy of the law
Riot Mar 2014
everyone knows that your dreams depend on the atmosphere.
depending on the temperature, you might have a nightmare.
so the world around you depends on what you see, what you hear.
so what about your life.
because the life we own is not our own.
but we make it that way as if we know what we're supposed to do
but listen for a second
learning is supposed to move you and put you in your place
but learning can't catch up to you if everything is a race
oh, life's to short
that's the devil trying to get you to rush
tell the devil
"i'm only taking what's mine"
and what's your?
admit it, we all want the same thing
"success, beauty, to be something"
what does that mean to you?
that depends on your dreams
so next time the devil try's to get you to fuss
change the atmosphere and say
"i'm not in a rush"
my first poem
Riot Oct 2014
love is a trigger
and she's gonna pull
309 · Sep 2014
you're the first to know
Riot Sep 2014
she hid under the scars on her skin
long sleeve summers, no one saw her walls cave in
her eyes aren't windows they are warnings
between you and her, there's a wall of what she want you to see
and you’re the first to know
she not alright
blinded by the sight of a perfect girl
the writings on the wall
are in her eyes
and everyday she hopes that you will find her in time

because she's
locked in

she's running out of time
running out of time

but she
hear's them

telling her she's done enough
but don't let her give up
because she

told you everything was alright
you let it go, knowing she's already in the devils sight
don't just let her drift away
say what you need to say and
find a way
cuz you're the first to see
her loving eyes
falling into a world of death and life
and you're the first to kiss
her hateful lips
right after the father who has left her in a ditch

because she's
broken

waiting for the day
that you let her
let it end

but you heart is
stolen

so you take the knife away and say
"i'll take the torture away from you baby
and all you gotta do is love me

we'll pick up the pieces in time
for you to be
with me as my loving bride"

and in her glowing eyes
that day
she said i'll stay
forever and always

and as they said all their " i do's"
she said i have a word or to
for you

"all the stars shined
brighter than the nights i had without you
though i'm still trying
i know by the end of time i'll have the pieces back
and i'll be able to say goodnight
without going back to those nights
without you


you were the first to know
i had a light
the love my father never gave was right there in your sight

and i'm the first to kiss
your loving lips
after all we've been through
i know we'll be the A team
in our time


*and this little light of mine
will shine
309 · Jun 2014
this is me
Riot Jun 2014
i don't like talking about myself
because i'm not in poverty
and i don't see me in the mirror
because there's a glass side of me

i don't do trust exercises
because i'm not prepard to fall
i try to give my all
but sometimes i am not there at all

people
are weakned
people
don't have so much on their plate
but i am not a person
i'm the church's v8

sometimes i can't take people
talling me to talk more about me
as if telling you
what i see in a mirror
is going to help humanity
but i can't help everybody
and right now someone is commeting suicide
because i wasn't there
and that's one of the things my 12yr old heart cannot bare

i have a lack of experiance
i was brought up that way
so if i don't speak so much about me
that's because there's nothing to say

so that's me
for those who wanted a poem about me
you annoyed me enough to get a poem from me
so here
take it
**i don't want it
for those who want to know about me
308 · Dec 2015
Untitled
Riot Dec 2015
maybe i was right
maybe i was wrong
but i now have a new found passion
now that you're gone
306 · Oct 2014
alone
Riot Oct 2014
sometimes it takes
giving up your right to speech
to settle an argument
so i'll the alone in my mind
while others think i'm ok
to stay in the circal of people who can help me
though no one can help me on my very grave
but sometimes you need to be alone
to stay
306 · May 2014
you
Riot May 2014
you
i won't stand by while you take away
everything i knew
my night and day
you can't choose the way i walk
and i'm going to walk away
you can't choose the way i talk
but i'm saying what i have to say

my whole life
i was your slave
i can't believe i didn't know
i still don't know now
but my poetry tells me so
306 · Aug 2014
i'm the whore
Riot Aug 2014
her curled lips quiver in fear
she has nothing else to say
her tear drops shiver because she as nothing else to cry about

your majesty
remember me
in the cold of your heart
i want to forget
but you make me start
over and over
but not when you’re sober

the nightmares are worse than when you made me scream your name

i was to blame
i’m the *****
what is this trial for?
i don’t want to tell my story
because nobody knows me
they say my clothes control me
i’m the *****

i deserve no more than what is given
you shattered my everything
so why am i living?

who am i to decide how i’m treated?
i’m shattered by the ones who are needed
and i need you
i breathe you
you are me
you've convinced me
i
am
nothing
without
your
fist

years and years of us
years and years of you telling me i’m worthless
i’d cry
but
it’s beautiful
the love we share
nobody understands it but us
nobody loves me enough
you love me
you hug me
you beat me down but say sorry

i love you
i hug you
i’m scared of what to say to you

**but i'm the *****
306 · Apr 2014
jaded
Riot Apr 2014
just like a statue
i stand
waiting for your command

just like the wind
i dance
waiting for you to glance over
so i know
i have your permission to go

there is nothing you tell me
that i haven't seen

there is not one wall
that you show me
where i have not yet
leaned

my eyes are so experienced
the world will never be clean

so just like the wind
i dance
just like the sun
i glow
just like the darkness
i scream

**i'm too jaded to know where to go
304 · Mar 2014
God is not mainstream
Riot Mar 2014
i never knew that God wasn't significant
he's not an alibi
or a friend
he just doesn't get the jest of it
but the problem is
he's everything
you just don't know how to deal with it
knowing something that's not "mainstream"
wants you to give you everything
that's why i'm off the radar
no mainstream for me
because God is anything but mainstream
and i want him to be my everything
make God your everything
303 · Oct 2014
a holy wake
Riot Oct 2014
i went to a wake
but it was more
i looked at that open casket
and saw a memory of joy
and more
in the audience
at least 100 people
to remember this woman
everybody had something to say about her
everything was positive
and i truly believe

*we saw her up to heaven
302 · Dec 2014
watch it
Riot Dec 2014
watch your tongue
one wrong letter and your sentince can come down
and all the people involved will be nothing to you
or vice versa  

watch your tone
one out of pitch mix and you'll have yourself in a fix

watch your words little girl
that was your friend you almost knocked on the floor
she caught herself this time
but not anymore
God knows she watched your words before
301 · Aug 2014
hurting happiness
Riot Aug 2014
i used to hate myself
but i realized how selfish that was
i know what it feels like to have nothing
but have everything
everything but electricity
so my family doesn't have lights
but we keep the 40 or so inch t.v

i go to church
and feel unworthy
i don't know why people like me
i just realized
i beg for attention

even now
talking about me
it's getting kind of tiring

i want to make a difference
but the one thing that stops me
the fact that everybody seems to watch me
the spotlight seems to make me a living target
even my friend started to make fun of me
because of the solos people give me
and it's not my fault
if i could choose
i would only sing at fundraisers
so i'm not getting credit
but i'm not gonna feel bad for my responsibility
so get over it
people expect less of me then i can give
or more than i can offer
so maybe there's a balance

yes i hate the spotlight
no nobody knows
not even my friends or family
know how hi my vocal range goes
because thats not the point

and i know only like 10 people will see this
but i don't wanna seem like this is for the saying
"God bless"
299 · Feb 2016
Untitled
Riot Feb 2016
i study at the university of life and major in depression and anxiety
299 · Mar 2014
better this way
Riot Mar 2014
trapped inside her mind
like she was trapped inside her jacket
little did they no
all those voices
were anything but racket
"they're calling me again"
"they're telling me to give in"
little did they know
she would never let them win
but they were the one's
telling her to give up all through the day
and finally she thought to herself
"maybe it's better this way"
and when she woke up again
on the 366th day
"it's finally over"
the guard said "what's over
because you still have to stay"
"the day that finally made me this way
the day that made me think i wouldn't be anything today.
the day that sent me here
but i was always on my way
do my parents no this isn't real
no
but it's better this way"
291 · Nov 2014
Untitled
Riot Nov 2014
i live inside my own reflection
hold on tight
no sense of direction
perfect girl no tears no lesson
perfection is not perfection

cut open my heart
and promise not to look inside
you'll no longer feel you something to alive
290 · Mar 2014
i cry
Riot Mar 2014
i don't cry because you think i'm unable
those aren't my tears to cry
because your the one
who'll never know
the beautiful person i am inside
and just because i'm young
doesn't mean i'm dumb
it means i'm full of life
and i cry for the thing "people my age" are supposed to do
12 year old's are doing drugs
does that mean i'm supposed to?
don't let people tell you what to do. no matter how old you are.
289 · Jul 2015
Untitled
Riot Jul 2015
i chose to be happy
not to hear you clap for me
but to love without fear of the world
i chose to let many things go
and to let little things go without appreciation
because this isn't a time when we need to let good acts slide
289 · Feb 2015
will sing for food
Riot Feb 2015
she walked home everyday
when someone asked her "where you trying to go?"
she replied "i'm off to sing, for i hunger, the hunger of my soul"

she was a poetic little girl
everyday sat in the backgroun of bible study
until one day someone asked
who are you? where do you live?
with that she replied
"i am who i've always been. i live in a box, most of us do, i'm the only one out in the open with a sign"
will sing for food

they admired her for her poetic truth
she was more than just a troubled youth
but she sneaked out the back door
making everyone wonder "what did she really come to do?"

the next time she was seen walking
he stopped her on the street
"where are you headed mystery girl?"

"it's best that you don't follow me"

he went against her wishes
what else was he to do?
so he witnessed her sitting in her little box
with a sign

*will sing for food
288 · Apr 2015
rain
Riot Apr 2015
if people were like rain
then i was a drizzle
and she
*a hurricane
285 · May 2015
Untitled
Riot May 2015
i stopped lying to myself and saying that you love me
why can't you do the same?
stop playing this game as if we can choose a winner
eat your dinner in the corner of the room and assume it's my fault
your plate caught on fire
admire love from afar
but with anger
get up close and personal
personally i'm over the whole think
i just want you to admit it
for me
admit that you stopped caring the first time you scream
admit you were wounded in the war for your family
and for gods sake
admit you were wrong
daddy
285 · Jun 2014
if i commeted suicide
Riot Jun 2014
i wonder what would happen
if i commeted suicide
those of you who think this means i am suicidal
i'm not

it just mean you care more
when one foot is out the door
you feel worse when you see someone crying
you wanna find them more
when you see they are hiding

if i commeted suicide
i wouldn't worry about whos there
at my funeral
i wouldn't care

because if i commeted suicide
that means i already lost
i was done
i wanted to escape
whatever the cost

i will not commit suicide
but i will die inside
next time you say

*i am not right
284 · Sep 2014
monster
Riot Sep 2014
give me my heart back
i’m desperate to feel
desperate to be something more than a mask
i’m out on my own
and you think you know but at last
i’m accepting i’m a monster
but when the heroes are gone
i’ll put on my good guy armor.

you won't except me into your world
i'm forced to be nothing but
the bad guy in a book

would you be able to comprehend
if i saved you yet again
*what if the hero is a monster?
283 · Sep 2014
i break
Riot Sep 2014
i break
i break
i fill the glass with taste
i cry
i plead
there's never enough of me
i try
i try
i never succeed
i break
i bleed
i cry
i plead
i want for nothing
but to let you see

but i'm trapped
i'm trapped
in a misery of questions
sit down kids
time for another lesson

today is about glass
like my life
but my life was slammed on the floor
with
my innocence
my mind
my tears
my father
my father
why am i such a bother
my mother
my mother
why don't you believe what i said about my brother?

i lie
i steal
i want
i kneel
i lay
in broken glass
waiting for what i was supposed to do at last

i hold
i fold
i sleep
wait no
i dream
i hurt
i don't remember what i blurt

i wish upon my broken mind
singing a song of leftover tears
going through memory lane
as you take me back to all my fears

i remember this?
did it not happen?
**that's my fault
283 · Jul 2014
i told
Riot Jul 2014
i told my parents i had bulimia yesterday
they haven't said anything since
i don't really care
is that a bad thing?
don't answer Chloe
283 · Jun 2014
i am not a person
Riot Jun 2014
the only thing that makes sense in this world
is that i am not a person

why else would i not have freedom of speech
why else would my rights be subjected
why else would you close your ears when i talk

the only thing that gives me peace at night
is knowing i will some day be like you

but until then
i am not human
i am not a person
*i am a child
283 · Apr 2014
they've seen it all
Riot Apr 2014
you forgot who you were
didn't know where to go
your friends have seen it all
i know you think you're alone
they just forgot to call

you were jaded
but you made it
through another ****** hall
another secret
you have to keep it
but your knife has seen it all

you lost everything you had
a shaky bridge
no one can cross it
at all
i know you think you're alone
but you have seen it all

and though you think that jumping
is a way to end your wrong
the drivers have seen it
God has seen it
and the bridge has seen it all
283 · Sep 2014
experience
Riot Sep 2014
experience isn't the best teacher
God is
281 · Sep 2014
author
Riot Sep 2014
she's a writer
she writes about pain
she writes about how she
she is the one to blame

she's an author
she writes about the life she never understood
and how sometimes her life has less meaning
then dying

she writes when she comes home from school
she writes about the suffering
she writes about her father beating her
she writes about the bullies
she writes about how worthless she thinks she is
her handwriting is so beautiful
when she talks about pain

it's a shame that she writes on her arm

she's an author
she does nothing without inspiration
and her inspiration?
silent screams
beautiful things that wilt
like how she was born of a mother
who was a victim of ****
and she writes because her mother can never look at her the same

she is an author
her inspiration?
if a tree falls in a forest
and nobody is around to hear it
does it make a sound?
more like
if a girl cuts in her room
and nobody cares
will the silence ruin her?



                        she is an author
she is a poet
she hates herself
and only she knows it

they called her *worthless

what they meant was priceless


she copyrighted her silent song
with blood
she wrote because she wanted everyone to know
she nobody knew


she was an author
she was a bother
she was a punching bag for her father
she was an angel
she was a demon
but she didn't know which part of her to dream with


you were her inspiration
she wrote about you
and now you see everything
now that she's shown it to you

now you pick up the glass
that she used to write her final story
and she didn't copyright it


*because she wanted you to have to glory
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