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Aleczander Feb 2019
Blood is Red,
Bruises are Blue,
You are Special,
And that why I love you.
Just a little twist for V day.  I was listening to Good With Grenades - Bruises and Bitemarks when I wrote this
Aleczander Feb 2019
Cracks,
Bruises,
Blood,
Pain,
Cuts,
Is all I see and feel when I look in the mirror.

I cry for help,
But no one heard me,
So I went silent,
No one hears my weeping,
My Sobs,
My Screams,
So I say I'm 'OK'.

Can't you see,
I'm BrOKen,
I'm covered in,
Cracks,
Bruises,
Blood,
Cuts,
And I feel nothing but,
Pain,

I'm not OK,
I'm BrOKen.
Sorry, I took so long. I am trying to get back in art.
Aleczander Sep 2020
My love!
My love,

My angel sent from gods,
My Goddess,
My rose,
My dear,

She left,
Gone forever,


Oh how I miss her
My love,
Come back to me,
I pray to the gods,
To cure her illness,


But she's gone now
I pray for her love
And her heart back,
But nothing,
Aleczander Feb 2019
I'm different,
A freak,
Hated,
I hate everything,
about me,
about my feelings.

But him,
The way his eyes glow,
The shine in his smile,
I love the way he makes me feel,
I think I love him.

But he won't love me'
I'm a freak,
I'm different,
And I'm a Boy.
So this is a poem that I wrote in the pov of one of my OC.
His name is Gabriel Bello Giordano.
The boy the poem is talking about well his name is Raul Dante Leone 3
the translated one
Aleczander Feb 2019
Sono diverso,
Un maniaco,
odiato,
Odio tutto,
riguardo a me,
sui miei sentimenti

Ma lui,
Il modo in cui i suoi occhi brillano,
Lo splendore nel suo sorriso,
Amo il modo in cui mi fa sentire
Penso di amarlo.

Ma lui non mi amerà '
Sono un maniaco,
Sono diverso,
E un ragazzo.
So this is a poem that I wrote in the pov of one of my OC.
His name is Gabriel Bello Giordano.
The boy the poem is talking about well his name is Raul Dante Leone
Don't worry I will translate the poem.
Aleczander Sep 2020
Does it,
Make you feel better,
Make you feel like a man,
Make you feel big and bad,

When,
You hit her,
You **** her,
You choke her,

Do you,
Enjoy it,
Love it,
Crave it,

You want to taste,
Her fear,
Her Pain,
Her tears,

How would you like to feel,
Her pain,
Her fear,
Her tears,

You wouldn't survive it.
I don't know where this came from but, I just let it out.
Aleczander Jun 2021
Dark,
Frozen,
Dull,
The light in Thine eyes has faded,
How I yearn for thee,
Thine eyes,
Thine lips,
Thine light.


Thee has been stolen from me,
Thine eyes,
Thine lips,
Thine light,
Thine Heart.

Thine heart is gone,
Thou is gone forever.
I found this in my notes
Aleczander Feb 2019
We all are born INSANE,
Some a little less than others,
Some show it,
Some grow out,
Some grow In,
Some say they're not INSANE,
But we are all INSANE,
And it's a good thing.
Being INSANE is fun.
Aleczander Sep 2021
Maybe if I disappear,
Maybe then your world will stop for me.


Maybe if I run,
Maybe then you would run for me.


Maybe if I scream,
Maybe then you would hear me.


Maybe if I self-destruct,
Maybe then you would see me.


Maybe if I die,
Maybe then you would cry for me.
I wrote this when I was looking back at all the poems I wrote, and this was the product.
Aleczander Sep 2021
My Rose,
The beat in my heart,
The water to my roots,
The sun to my bloom,
The light in my darkness.

My Peony,
The smile on my lips,
The sparkle in my eye,
The moon to my night,
The warmth in my arms.

My Carnation,
The blood in my veins,
The flush in my cheeks,
The butterflies in my stomach,
The love in my words.

My Chéri,
The holder of my heart,
The love of my life,
The road I follow,
The lover that keeps me.

My Dream,
The one I hold close
The one I adore,
The one I cherish,
The one I admire.

My Morning,
The soft kisses,
The delicate words,
The light touches,
The gentle ‘I love you’s.

My warmth,
The fire in the hearth,
The heat that warms me,
The blaze of passion,
The one I ardor.

My Loving Chéri,
The yearning,
The desire,
The hankering,
The urge for your heart.

I love you.
I found this in one of my notebooks and I remember writing it for my partner.
Aleczander Apr 2019
My Wishes to the Moon,
My Joy of the Stars,
My love for the constellations.

I wish for them to never leave,
I love the way they smile at me,
The way they comfort me when I cry.

My Wishes to the Moon,
My Joy of the Stars,
And my love for the constellations.
I need help. I don't know how to finish it. Message me if you can help thx guys.
Aleczander Sep 2020
Oh my Ophelia,
My beauty,
My Angel,
Oh, how I love you,
My Ophelia.

I want you to,
Adore me,
Desire me,
Cherish me.

Oh my Ophelia,
Open your eyes!
Warm your lips for they are algor,
Hold me for you are limp.

Speak!
Open your mouth,
Speak to me,
Answer me,
Oh my Ophelia.

Why are you,
Algor,
Limp,
Silent,

I beg of you, my love,
Stay with me.
So I wrote a poem called 'Ophelia' 2 years ago but, I lost it so I rewrote it, so this is it.
Aleczander Mar 2020
I'm tired of the wight of your words,
Tired of the Chains of your cage,
I just want to be set free,

Even for a little while,
Even if it means I won't wake up forever,

I want to fly,
Across the sky,
Like an eagle,
Flying so high,

Even if it means I'll be gone.......







.....Forever
I wrote thins poem a year ago, But i still wanted to share it with the world.
Aleczander Feb 2019
I hear your heart scream in pain,
I hear your heart's Silent Scream,
A pain that only love and knives can fix,
Don't you just love that feeling,



As they tell you to cut, hate, and Bleed,
As they say, they will help you,
As they say, they love you,
As they speak all but the truth,
As you beg for there love they promised you,



Just a tip,
They don't love you,
They will never help you,
They will never speak the truth,
They call you weak as you cry,
You're not weak you are human,



They don't hear your Silent Scream,
Your Silent Scream for help,
Your Silent Scream of pain,
But I hear your Silent Scream for help,
Of pain,


I see the Storm in your eyes,
I hear the Silence in your voice'
I feel the Heaviness in your heart,
I care for you,
I will help you,
I love you My Dove.
My love for my dove. pt1
Aleczander Sep 2021
Why?
Why when I’m beat with sticks do I feel nothing,
Why when I’m beat with stones do I feel nothing,
Why when I’m beat with sticks and stones do I feel nothing?



Why?
Why when I’m beat with words do I fall the hardest,
Why when I’m beat with words do I hurt the most,
Why when I’m beat with words do I cry the saddest,



Your weapons are useless,
Your knifes,
Your swords,
Your hammers,
Your guns,
Your fist,
Useless.



Your word are painful,
Your curses,
Your threats,
Your blasphemy,
Your sacrilege,
Your irreverence,
Painful.



You say “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me,”
But your a liar,
Words hurt more than sticks and stones,
Beat me with sticks and stones and I feel nothing at all,
Beat me with your words and I feel everything at once.
I was thinking about my birth mother and I remembered would she would say something hurtful and cruel, then about an hour later she would come back to me and say "sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you." I felt like a freak that her word made me so sad and heartbroken, but I always felt that mental scar can be so much more damaging than physical scars. Physical scar can just be on the surface, while mental scars you can't see, you don't know that they're there without talking to the person. Mental Heath is so important and need to be talked about more. Anyway I'm going to end my rant here and I hope you enjoy the poem.

Blessed Be!
Aleczander Mar 2020
Storms in your eyes,
Storms in your heart,
Storms in the love you give me,
The storms you hate so dearly,

But you seem to be blind,
You can't see,
How your storms are cages,

Quite sad,
Because I love you,
I loved you............


Once
Aleczander Mar 2020
People tell you,
To fear the unknown,

They say,
Be scared of,
The things that go bump in the night,

Why be scared,
Of the things that go bump in the night,

When there the closes thing to family I have.........


By a long shot.
Aleczander Mar 2020
When she smiles,
The world stops,
When I smile,
It keeps moving,

When she cries,
You drop everything,
When I cry,
You fail to notice,

When she's in pain,
You give her anything,
When I'm in pain,
You don't even bat an eye,

She's your,
Perfect Little Girl,

I'm your,
Perfect Little Mistake.
I wrote this poem 11/30/19 but I thought you would still want to read it.

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