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Rockie Feb 2015
The world is dull
Without you around
To speak vibrancy
And colour into it
Rockie Jul 2015
If your voice is a drug,
Your singing a natural high,
Then let me inject your mouth
Into my veins.
Rockie May 2015
I wait for the day that I can feel your hand clutch mine.
For the day I can smooth down your hair out of love.
Feel your soft cheeks against mine.
Except I have to wait,
Simply because I do not have a partner yet,
Or know if I can ever hold a little child of my imagination like you in my arms.
Rockie Oct 2014
If I don't wake up today,
Put me to sleep tomorrow,
If I'm asleep today,
Lay down my sorrow for those who care,
If I never wake up,
Remember my voice as I hummed,
As I comforted,
As I lay you down to rest.
Rockie Apr 2015
Hand in hand
Walking down the road
Skipping with an animal at our heels
or
Hand in hand
Screaming down a rollercoaster
Tears of laughter on our chins
or
Hand in hand
Watching a film in the cinema
Entranced with the popcorn in the adverts
or
Hand in hand
Right next to me
And not in my imagination
Rockie Jul 2015
Smudging blue and red
Across our cheeks
And down our noses
Lines pointing to our necks from our chins
We're ready to beat the crap
From our chests
And the bravery from the enemy
Our war paint is something to fear
As we wear it with pride
The Red and Blue
Oozes with greatness;
A title you'll never hold.
Rockie Apr 2015
I'm here
Watching you fix your tie
With the grace of a clumsy seal
Who got drunk
On the verge of tomorrow
And the brink of today

I'm here
Watching you stride out
With the hopefulness of a child at Christmas
Who won't go to sleep
For Santa will arrive
At midnight

I'm here
Watching you speak to the crowd
With the confidence of a frightened duckling
Who were recently hatched
Out of an egg
And into the light
Rockie Mar 2015
Planes crashing
Towers exploding
News covering
Tears forming
Men falling
Videos created
Uprise roaring
The whole world
Watches
Waits
In baited breath
Death all around
It started with a hijacking
Or maybe a bit before
But we are resilient
Brave
*We shall NOT be brought down screaming
I am currently studying a poem based of off 9/11 and formed this in my head while reading it. Although it doesn't quite capture the true emotion by this particular event, I hope it gets that across.
Rockie Oct 2014
He watched,
She waited,
For the world to say,
'No more wars today'
But that will never happen,
And so,
He carried on watching,
And she carried on waiting.
Rockie Nov 2014
A hidden hole
With money
Made of loose change

A hidden hole
Full with water
Made of rain and dirt

A hidden hole
Long forgotten
Like a childhood memory

A hidden hole
Made with brick
And a bucket so far down
You can't see the bottom
Rockie May 2015
We simply cannot be a human race,
Simply because we despise those around us.
We hate how we look in the mirror,
Simply because we see the faults in the curves of our ribs.
We simply cannot be a human race,
Simply because we don't understand those around us.
We hate how the grey/pink wrinkles of our brains looks,
Simply because we don't have an IQ higher than our own.
We simply cannot be a human race,
Simply because we do not like stereotypes.
We hate the sharpness of society's knife,
Simply because *the human race isn't that simple.
Rockie Feb 2015
We want to be comfortable, cozy and confident
With who we are
We want to fit in
Like tetrical pieces, finding our place
We want society
To stop
Putting
Pressure
On
Us
We want to be ourselves
Our young, teenage selves
But society doesn't want that
**Don't they?
Yup. Typically stereotyped society, through my teenage eyes.
Rockie Apr 2015
I'm laughing
I'm singing
I'm dancing
I'm grinning
Like a fool,
Like a maniac,
Yet it's not because of the sugar
It may be because I'm kinda tired
But you made me grin
By what you told me
*Thank you
To the person who told me I'm too awesome not to like and making me laugh at one in the morning. Thank you.
Rockie Mar 2015
What have I done
I've done it now
Ended it all
Realised that there is no going back
From that moment forward
Injustice was done
By my hands
My hands are stained
With the blood of another
That knife
The knife that was in my possession
Through the foundations
The foundations of the human body
The body of another
Which is shivering
Shaking
Quivering
Ending
*What have I done?
Rockie Nov 2014
What is Heaven?

What is Hell?

If I told you, would you tell?

If you love,

If you hate,

Determined is your fate,

If you're perfect,

If you're sinful,

If you're too broken to even notice,

All these people trying to help you,

To get to Heaven,

Or to Hell,

Then you'll ask:

What IS Heaven,

And what is Hell?
Rockie Apr 2015
What? No.
This can't be happening, yes,
My world,
Is upside down
And topsy turvy
And spinning
And spinning
What? No.
Help.
Please.
What? No.
No? What.
Rockie Jul 2015
Surely you would notice
If your heart was crushed,
Piece by piece.
So why can't you see
Mine had been missing
For a long while?
Rockie May 2015
I've tried.
I really have.
Don't you get it?
I can't get the words to fit
They're more like a puzzle
That must never be solved.
My mind sees what it wants
Yet I can't get them to work
But nobody will ever understand why
I want them to.
Rockie Apr 2015
The wind blows through my hair
As I walk
And listen to my favourite music
Making me feel like I can escape my life
Even if for half an hour at most.

The wind blows a cold breath
Through my bones
Causing a light shiver
Across my goosebumps

The wind blows scattered leaves
Across the empty street
As I grin and grin
At the freedom of peace
I shall enjoy pleasantly for a moment,
If not a few.

*The wind blows.
Rockie Mar 2015
I wish I could say
What you mean to me
But then
It is in school
And then you won't realise
That our jokes
That confuse others
Make me jump
Inside
Crying with laughter
And wishing
You'd just reach out
And hold my hand
I know it's clichéd, but-yes. I know.
Rockie May 2015
I often wonder what it's like,
To have a led a very different life,
Where camera flashes
And fans gate crashing concerts
Are really rather normal;
A life where sword throwing
And fire eating
Is how you earn your livings;
A journey where you are enrolled in other lives
And act a million more;
A destination, a goal, a life,
Where it isn't just plain old *me.
Rockie Jul 2015
If I was to write
Something so terribly drastic
I would get asked
Question upon
Question
And if I was to write
Something so terribly amazing
I would be praised
Compliment upon
Compliment.
Yet...
Instead, I write this,
Because that hardly happens
And instead I am left
Wondering doubt upon
Doubt.
Rockie Jul 2015
Yawning wide
Against the tide
Of tiredness and drag

Yawning enough
To make muscles tough
Against strain and hate

Yawning small
Lesser the fall.
You
Rockie Oct 2014
You
I have never met someone like you,
Who likes the same music,
And good food too,
Talks and dances and acts and laughs,
Like a child on a sugar rush,
An angered adult playing Candy  Crush,
Or maybe a new born pup,
What I'm trying to say is,
I've never met,
Someone like you.
Rockie Jan 2015
You Left
Yet you didn't say goodbye
And we were left emerging
Confused

You Left
Yet didn't say goodbye
And we were left wondering
What we did wrong

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