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Riot Aug 2014
i used to be in love
in love with you
you changed my heart
and then hit the bottom
we talked all night
we planned our lives
you changed me
i lived you

i never knew that i could love someone
as much as i loved you
i never thought you would leave
by letting yourself
walk into the street

i never got to say i love you
after you said it to me
i never got to be free
with you
the other half of me

you left your signature on my heart
now i have to restart
and the tattoos when we held hands
no longer say "forever and always"
it just says
"forever"

like you
my friend lost someone she loved
this is for her
Riot Sep 2014
i hide under my blanket
wondering when the angels will come back to me
i wait at the window in the middle of the night
and still feel the demon beside me

please don't forget me dear angel
please tell me what i have done
don't say it's something i did
because i did what has to be done

let the spots surround me in my nightmares
without any control
be the withered flower in my hand
the only need is to let go

if you don't want me dear angel
and forget to come to my side
i shall put a forget me not on the window
and pray that you remember to stop by
Riot Jul 2014
i can forgive
but i don't wanna forget
because if it happens again
i need to know how i forgave you
Riot Oct 2016
This is for the birds who take their time leaving cages
Who use all the strength in their brains to take them places
Who use all the strength in their beaks to cry out on their stages
And declare peace on the birds on the rescue mission to save them

This is for the birds who work alone
Who type alone on their computers
Give their life to social media users
But are still strangers to the ones who live at home

This is for the birds who shed a tear
When that anniversary comes around each year
Whether it be the last bottle you downed or the last blood stained floor you cleared
The last blood stained soul, in the mirror you feared
Even when all the birds around you ceased to cheer

This is for the birds whose nest was burned down to the ground
By the father who let a political party take him down
But still sits and waits quietly til the coast is clear
But still sits and waits in the fire while the rescue birds are here

And maybe does it burn
But maybe that’s how birds learn
By waiting for the coast to be clear
By being taught when to burn
And it pains me to say but
It’s pain that saves us when the soft and cushy world fails to give us what we’ve earned
The exposition of the truth
The key to the freedom birds so often chase after

But this is for the birds who take their time leaving cages
Who use all the weakness in their hearts to imagine places
Who would rather stay in than be alive on a stage
It’s really clear

That maybe what you wanted was a little bit of control
Because the nest burned down and you thought
“What would happen if I go?”
But the time to find out is right now
Right here
Taken from my website http://itmightgetbetter.weebly.com/depressionanxiety/for-the-birds
Riot Jun 2014
there she is
in the back of class
waiting for the sun to shine
writing in her little book
the faces she got this time

the teacher left the room for a minute
as it seemed
and he got up
and wrote on the bored
"cry if your a freak"
knowing he meant me
i did

they laughed
he erased it
and the teacher came back
and didn't even notice
"why didn't he notice?"

so she went home that day
believing the lie
because she can't control
the sounds that come out of her mind
who knows where she got the gun

but the real question is
why didn't they notice?

he missed one football practice
so that he could dance
he football friends would tease
and finally
they assumed there was a romance
he said his talented was true
but football family rules
they have to beat it out of you
because there worried about you

that day he went home
believeing the lies
trying to
cut out
the dance inside
and when i didn't work
he cut a little more
and it took 24 hours
for his father to walk through the door

every second
of everyday
people commit suicide
because
they all went home
bilieveing the lies

that just because they are different
because they are set aside
they need to be forgotten
**they need to die
Riot Mar 2014
she always looked so beautiful but she never believed.
if her smile was a word it would be: free.
everyone wanted to be her
and though she could not see
whoever saw her new the meaning of beauty.
but she’d still go home
feeling “unworthy”
because the kids at school said she was “too curvy”.
so she went home everyday
trying to change who she was
all her parents told her was “high school is tough”
the blood in her bathroom now cleaned back to white
she covers her arm
“mom i’m going out tonight”
all she wanted was to forget
she only had one cup
and before you know it
she was wasted as
forgetting everything she knew about life and it’s wonders
getting into the pool some one is pushing her head under
but no one is there  
she's alone
and alone she can think
about the beauty that she never had
the beauty that was weak
and if only she had her mirror
she would say
"wow, that's me"
but another day goes by
without her being who she can be
she always looked so beautiful but she never believed.
if her smile was a word it would be: free.
everyone wanted to be her
but now it's too late to see
because the broken glass in her bedroom was the vary thing
that gave her beauty
your beautiful no matter what
Riot Apr 2014
hey everybody on hello poetry
i thought i would freestyle again
this time choosing a topic
that might end up better

the topic of the day is debates
one of my favorite things to do
but a religious one could turn into
not a debate but a fight

i hate when people do that
it's a debate
prove your point and move on
none of us need to know how strong you are

whoever comes out on top is the star
but most don't usually get vary far
because of the fighting

the wrong Christians are representing
the wrong atheists are being represented

i debate with atheists
and think they are all annoying
but then i look at debates online
and see the Christians are the same
the wrong people are fighting

they try to tap in
but then you see they're tapped out
some people think they are perfect
but that's not what Christianity is about

some of my points might be a little shaky
but it's freestyle
give me a brake
Riot Jan 2015
eric garner says: i can't breathe

the black community says set my people free

travon martin says: stop following me

his gravestone is all the history we need

a little 9 year old sends a message to the man who shot her daddy

rumain brisbon says: i was just trying to get to my family

slave owners say: we're generations away
but we still have the memory of what we instilled in our family

slaves say: our childrens children will march in the white world and protest their meaning of "protect and serve"
we now have to take what we always deserved
freedom
equality
life

life without fear of man


are you up to the task america?
black america
white america
us america
are you ready for the war?


**these chains are our past
and we will not let these handcuffs be out future
Riot Apr 2015
Why do you hate me?
did i do something wrong?
just yesterday you were staring at me singing a new song.
i heard your cries from your room
why do a knife you hold?
sweet child
my princess

you don't really bleed gold.

you tell me all your secrets
i keep them to this day
and this is how you repay me?
by breaking me in your memory?


why do you scorn me?
did i say the wrong thing?
did i remind you of the memories your beautiful eyes bring?


is this what you've become?
a pile of scars?
why don't you understand when i show you you i show you art
when you smile it's brighter than the sun
even your frown is like the moon
don't let the voices in your head say "it'll all be over soon"
because it won't
i will always be a constant memory
of the screams of your mother
the bruises of your daddy
and before i ever got to show you your beauty

*
you broke me...
Riot Jun 2014
now frozen is a tale about a girl who has some powers
but forget to tell
from heaven or hell
where did they come from?

the the boloved cliche of love at first sight
cruched by her sister
but the delivery was not right
instead of being nice and saying
"maybe take it slow"
she tells her sister it's stupid
"if you don't like it then just go"

so the gloves she held so tightly
conceling
never meant to show
were stolen by here sister who just wanted to know
"why are you waring them?"
as if stealing imagination can save the kids from a world
of ice

so instead of staying
explaining
to the world who loves her so
instead of being royal and not running
she lets it go

so her sister turns to no other
then her love at first sight
to take care of elsa's kingdom
while she travles through the night

while she isn't used to snowy weather
all she wants is to see her sister
because unlike elsa with her kindom she cannot let it go

so she turns to a stranger
with what he calls a talking randeer
maybe she's a little too trusting with her men?
well he thinks so

meanwhile at the ice kingdom

while elsa is making her ice castle
with a lengendary song
she has no idea who she is hurting
by not telling what is going on

but that song though

so the quest
the test of love is at stake
because elsa grew up
surronded by her mistake
the hate
of those glove
trying to control her every move
no wonder she had to let it go
so

it took so long for her to realze
it was not her mistake
she didn't know why this happened
but now she had to take
it
and keep it close
your mistakes make you stronger
if you let it go then you'll forget

so now the beginning of the problem
the love at first sight
causing the problem
for her sister now hair white
because nothing can change the heart
except love
true love
it might not be at first sight
but it's sister's for a lifetime

sometimes a single tear
can change what's inside
Riot Apr 2014
I try to be perfect
It just makes it worse
It's not worth it anymore
So go on and think what you want
I can't be what you want anymore
Might as well give up on me

I can move on my own
Be strong on my own
This life line won't bring me home
So go on
Give up on me
Think I'm stuck on me
But don't say that I'm alone

I still have everything
The freedom to be me
A reason to sing
So go on
Think out loud
See if I care
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
Riot Aug 2014
dear josh
noble in all your words
i hope one day
your prayers will be heard
but alas
there is no body on earth
that will ever mean as much
as your kind words
if we meet again
it should not be with someone else's skin
so i bid you adue
until the night comes to an end
Riot Mar 2014
another sunset is upon us
it's the end of another day
you got through it everybody
so sweet dreams
as some would say
goodnight everybody
Riot May 2014
in the deepest of oceans
there is grey
the tear of the broken
that couldn't save the day
but in a closed mind
there is blue
those who drown in the ocean of grey
show us what we think is true
why the ocean is blue
Riot May 2014
if girls care so much about their hair
why do they take someone elses?
Riot Dec 2014
left out in the world everyone fears
darkness creeping over the years
but breaking through her lips
a hallelujah
for no one can take away from her
the praise she fought her whole life for
she screams
and cries
for nothing but hallelujah

hell bound baby
far from loved
family chains
family blood
silent prayers
she seeks a star
atop her lungs she says "no more
hallelujah isn't what i'm looking for"
she stopped for a moment
and stopped looking for stars
for she thought they were to far
but her hallelujah lies in the moon
she never thought would be covered by clouds
but it's not gone now
for there's an ounce of light
for her to seek
til the end of the night
and to this girl i say
hallelujah

broken
hallelujah
stolen
hallelujah
hopeless
hallelujah
breathless
he still hears you
hallelujah
Riot Jan 2015
i woke up with a smile
my first word was a laugh
i don't deserve that

6 people in my family and i'm the only one who likes to make them mad
this is the first day i haven't woken up sad
i don't deserve to smile
i deserve to cry
all my life i've been living a lie
and i can't change even if i tried
i'd probably make things worse if i tried
Riot Nov 2014
hello poetry users
no matter whats going on
we all have something to be thankful for
so lets share thanksgiving with the world we live in
i'm thankful for my God who made me the person i am today
what are you thankful for?
Riot Jun 2014
today
he said he loved me again
my one and only friend
he said that it would never
happen again

so i cried
prayed
cut away the pain
i wasn't good enough
that's why he hurt me
right?

it's hard to figure out
why you're a punching bag
why everynight
he comes home drunk
and with your hair
he drags you
to his bedroom
the only thing you couldn't do
escape

he was too strong
you fell in love with how strong he was

so you let yourself
be his punching bag
as long as he said
i love you
nevermind the punches
and drags
because his "tough love"
was all the love you had

it was hard to figure out
why he was so mad

so they lived their lives again
sins commeted
deed done
she just tried not to let him influence
her one and only son
because it's
hard
to look at your parents
as heros
when your father is the villian
your father bonds with you the most
but you need to
stay away from him
but it's
hard

when your father controls
your every
single
move

you grow up seeing your father hit girls
it doesn't matter to you
you wanna do it to

so you get in fights at school
there's a pool
of teachers
asking you
why do you act so cool?

coming to school
with bruises
as if there's nothing else to do

the crule
punching bag rules
change
when it's not you

you see your child
bleeding
crying
you die inside

you protected him with all your heart
but you can't do anything outside
the overwhelming sadness
brings you to the ketchen

she knows she can't go back
next time she sees him
he's drunk again
it's time again

for her to remember
everything he did

remembering the ****** lyrics
to her own sad song
taking out the knife
as he stumbles along
she thrusts

as if this is the only way to breathe
her son comes home from school
right after she cleans

he asks
"where is daddy
where has he gone?"

it was hard to speak for years
but the one thing she said was
"right where he belongs"
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
Riot Sep 2014
is your hatred for me
worth saving you?
He
Riot Jul 2016
He
He took me by surprise
When i looked into his eyes
I knew
He would change my life
But now he has changed it for the better
And i don't know what to ******* do

He
Is
Not
A Crush

I've never felt this way before
So free
So trapped
Because we could never be what i want us to be
but honestly
***** that
Out of all the things i feel
I feel love the most
And oh my god i just wish he would get a little too close

He
Is
Not
A
dream

But god i wish he was
because if he was
it would be easier to let go
he was a dream
until
i met him
I've never met someone
so special
so unique as him
somebody that I'd consider letting in

He
Is
Not
Unavailable

We are in the same room
In the same space
In the same time
In the same moment
And I knew
It was wrong
because nobody has ever made me want to be 40
But *******
40 looks good on you
**** I'm in love **** i'm in love **** i'm in love
Riot May 2014
It's easy to persuade the mind
But the heart is forever
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
Riot Mar 2014
i am just a person
trying to get past there past
and you are the vary person
who is keeping me from that
and no matter how much i change
i'm still the same
now how is that fair?
because God wants everyone two have a second chance
in fact
he's the vary person who gave us that.
so who are you
to try and take it away
so hello future
and hello past
like twins of different generations
that we made come together and clash
but i can't when this fight
when you've learned so little about me
so fast
you know nothing about who i am
i am saved now
but i wasn't saved then
and once you KNOW me story
you'll say goodbye past
because after all I've been through
you at least owe me that.
so hello future
created by my past.
if i'm going to be trapped inside this bubble
at least i'm one of the few who know that.
her
Riot Feb 2015
her
You take her for granted
You take her and slam her
She's a party favour for you friends to enjoy
While you play drinking games on her bones

Her eyes tell her story
Which is why she closes them tight
She never wants to remember that night

And when her baby cries
She remembers her own
Now she has to raise this baby alone
Riot Jul 2014
why is it that all heroes
look for their face in the spotlight
before helping people?
Riot May 2014
when the world is darkest
the hereos see the stars
but instead of blocking the light
take someone else out of the dark
Riot Jun 2014
you tell me i don't talk enough about me
like i'm playing hide and seek
like my life is an open book

what if i opened it for you?
and then you changed the words?
just so you could be right?
Riot May 2014
she held in everything
didn't want to say
even though she knew
it was the only way
to get red of them
the voices in her head
telling her
she would never
ever
be able
again

he held it in
the urge to tell someone
what they were doing
what they were saying
thought he would be safe in his home
but gets in his room
and sees eggs
everywhere
then he begins to tell himself
that he would never
ever
be
again

but they both knew the rules
they had to hold it in
Riot May 2016
We spend our days searching
searching for a home
a sound
a feeling that we're not alone
we think thats we've found it
but once we settle in
it doesn't last the time it took to put our bags in
"home is where the heart is" is what we often hear
but to the heartless it most likely seems to be clear
the homeless ones are the ones who stay inside...
there's a whole world out there
why are you trying to hide?


Our home is in the movement
in running at midnight
it's the quietest sound of grass
when you walk barefoot through sunlight
it's the laughs that weren't planned
it's the putting down your phone
where you truly find home

I found home in a person who spent their energy lying to me
thought it was fun to hear the stories
see how energetic they could be
but once it was time to move
i didn't take pity
i don't regret
leaving my worst friend chloe

Now my home is in rehearsals
in the book i plan to write
in the words of those who care
and in my parents
it might be spite
but thats alright
for the time being
because i can be alone
until 2018
when i find a new home
2018 is when i plan to be emancipated. i hope all you lovely people out there find a moving home, because life is movement, don't miss it.
Riot Feb 2015
she has miles to go
before she'll be home
even in her house
she still feels alone
but when she walks towards the bridge
it's like she's been their forever
but would she ever be able to walk where she last saw her mother
never
some times she goes their
just to talk to her
"when are you coming back mommy?"
she'd ask with no answer
she could never really come home
her dad wouldn't let her
even though she lived their
she never felt safe their
so on her 8th birthday
the 1 year anniversary
she sat at the bridge talking to her mommy
"when will you answer me"  
said the child with ease
and that vary second she heard in the breeze
"come with me child
it's time that we go
your father's not safe
now that your alone"
and in that vary second
with tears in her eyes
"i'm ready mommy"
and she came to her mother's side.
and what happen's to the father
now that he's alone
he just looks for another house
to call a home.
Riot May 2014
There's no place like home
And my home is you
Riot May 2014
I once hoped I could see you again
But then you came back and I missed the hope
In you
Riot Jul 2016
How dare you tell me that he doesn't need to change
How dare you teach your children that this is ok
How dare you bring silence into the room
And pretend you don't know exactly what to do

How dare you be surprised when we stand up for whats right
how dare you try to silence us and tell us not to fight
how dare you be just as bad as he is
how dare you
Riot Apr 2014
Do you want people to know you by
Who you are?
Or what you've become?
Riot Jun 2014
Crying is not an action
It's a way of life
The heart that stays awake
and hears your wails at night
The touch of a blade
Bleeding the day away
But those drops of water
on your not so white T-shirt
Are not tears

You see
Tears are not an outer body experience
They're not what you see they're what you experience
They're the hands that tie the rope around your already bruised neck
But your feet are so heavy
Its not over yet
Because your mother is right there
Begging and pleading
But she gave up
You can see in her eyes she is already grieving

So out your mouth
The last words that you bare

**I can see that you're crying
But not a single tear
Riot Jul 2014
there are 7,000,000,000+ people on earth
and people think the number is increasing at this moment
but factor in
the people that have just committed suicide
the people that have been killed
and the number of abortions
and the homosexual community
do you really think the number will truly increase?
Riot Oct 2015
i sometimes ask myself

how shall i remember you?

is there any specific way that would do justice to your

memory

the hole you left in me

the hole you took from me 
that i’m getting back ever day

or at least thats what i tell myself

but in all this chaotic

dramatic

problematic

bundle of memories

how shall i remember you?

i could remember you as my best friend in the world

because you were
but we both know 
that wasn’t the whole story

i could remember you as the person

who took the light out of their eyes 

because they thought i might be
afraid of the dark
*
because you did

i could remember you as the person who harassed me

made multiple accounts on social media to distract me

when i started to catch on

because you did

i could remember you as the person who once

offered to teach me how to cut

because you did

i could remember you as the person 
who was
always looking for a way to take the stars out of the sky

because you were

i could also remember you as the person 
who
thought you were entitled to my heart mind and soul

because you did

or i could remember you as my best friend

who shared their every thought with me

who only dreamed that i would succeed

because you did

*but thats not the full story
i can't choose
Riot Jun 2014
ask yourself questions that will force you to think
look at life a different way
everytime you blink
don't cast out evil
tell it you have truth
but you won't be able to
until you look for you
Riot Jul 2014
i wish i could please everybody
i wish i could pause my life whenever they want me
i wish i could take a step back
and smell the roses
but all i see are thorns

i wish i could be an angel
so i could actually help people
but i had to cut off my wings to be yours
and ever since
i have been torn beyond imaging
but i don't have to fly to be shot down
anymore

believe it or not
i am perfect
i don't know what you want me to do
when you beat me down
the treat me like a perfect person
like you
Riot Jun 2014
how do you help someone
who doesn't know they're hurt?
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"
i
Riot May 2014
i
i* cried every night
my head was in my heart
i told myself i wasn't strong enough
i didn't even know how to start
telling you my goodbye
in your eyes i saw
my pain
in your disappointment
*could i live with that?
updated
Riot Jul 2014
i am valuable
i am strong
i am smart
i am amazing

but i am also

worthless
weak
stupid
mediocre
Riot Aug 2015
i used to be an open book. Everybody saw my horrible handwriting. My story was no secret, and it was no secret where i was going. I was an energetic kid, i told myself everyday how awesome i was, and i got happier and happier by the minute.

*It’s funny how i don’t remember these days. My childhood is a mere mystery, waiting to be solved. i don’t remember anything before i closed the book. i’m no longer open for reading…
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
Riot Jun 2016
I am a mystery
A complete and udder mess that takes time away from getting "perfect"
I am pure of heart
if I can find it
I am the dead of night that makes you appreciate the daylight
I am fright
I strike fear into the people who think normal is a good thing
And if one day lighting decides to strike me
I am the art that it leaves in the grass
I am a match that will never burn out
And some may say
That I'm​ crazy
taken from my website withourminds.weebly.com
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
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