The game stops being fun, When you spend a night full-throttle, And can't remember if your headache's, from a needle or a bottle. The game stops being cool, When you throw up in your yard, When you look inside your mirror, And behind your eye's you're scarred. The game stops being fine, When you start to fear a hug, Because you almost check their pockets, For some money, for some drugs. The game comes to an end, When you realize what you are, When you give in to your urges, And you OD in your car.
Beauty lies bereft and bound it cries for help but utters no sound mascara kisses fade from your lips etched by lovers worn fingertips purple rings around sullen eyes the broken skin it never lies fists of thunder make not the man nor the swift strike of back of hand a thousand apologies can never repair the displacement of a single hair for she is not an object for you to own she is a Queen that deserves a throne and if she allows you to enter her chamber it's also her decision if you should remain there.
her beauty is boundless and cannot be tamed all those who try should be shamed
***** I have shared my poems on this website now since 2015 and this is my first daily, it has been a privilege and I appreciate all the lovely comments <3 *****
No I cannot be your friend, That’s not how our story started or how we did end. We fell in love and walked on clouds, we danced and laughed and stood together proud. You told me you loved me every day but now it is gone. Like rain stops play.
No I cannot be your friend. You gave that up when on lazy days you’d rather be alone and say, "I’m too tired to go out today.” You gave that up when all the world could see the fading love and falling leaves.
You lost your right that fateful day to ever have me as your friend. When I could no longer stand the pain of feeling low and small and plain. I couldn’t share my thoughts with you, they got stuck inside my chest like glue. All this time I’ve had to mourn; the loss, the hurt, the shame, the scorn.
And now you tell me how much you miss me! How not knowing how I am or what I'm doing is driving you crazy! Sending cheery notes and wanting to see me, As if you are a long lost friend but that's not the case And not helping me mend.
I can’t share with you in your happiness at meeting someone new or silly jokes or brand new shoes. I can’t share with you when I feel sad coz you’re the one who broke me bad.
I’m sorry darling, please forgive me But I really cannot be your friend.
I ran. Not knowing what else to do There was so much blood on my hands It was mine The kitchen knife Caught in my chest Guilt Consumed by Fear I was heightened by Adrenaline But running on Wasn’t enough While trying to stay calm, Losing control It was me that would end up Dead. Because He was In front of me The whole time It was too late Trapped I found myself Locked in chains My fate was Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective. Backward: from the murderers perspective.
I've got a lot of questions And I've learned a lot of lessons But the relentlessness to ask 'em Always keeps me guessin' You learn things better the hard way... Should I starve today and spend my money on the lottery? Or buy a 12 pack and attack another artery Every day it's gettin' harder for me But it's feelin' like there's a part of me That's startin' me to realize things ain't really like they oughta be. People's justification and rationalization Keep me tuned in on a station findin' life even more evasive. and I find myself just wasting all my patience on just waitin' and thinking in contemplation When I awaken... Will I still wander while I wonder And wonder while I wander How much longer it'll be 'til we grow strong enough to see that what we actually believe isn't fact and we've been decieved everyone will be relieved That we just need to plant a seed And a new garden will grow Like it did so long ago to make today And in our day and age It seems that things will never change But change today or walk the plank Steady movin' up the ranks Until I stopped and thought in thanks to the conclusions I draw and then erase. Listen to my inner dialogue it says... Only reason we're breathin' Is cuz while others were bleedin' People were seein' the treason And called together a meetin' To declare authority A reason of ignoring me A reason of exploring the seas A reason of cuttin' down trees where animals used to breathe and live free. Instead we lock 'em in cages or shoot 'em with 22 gauges It's so outrageous Our worth is based on our wages We **** to get some bills with a buncha old guy's faces And sit back in amazement With a smile on our face-lift
Wrote most of this when I was much younger...hence the title...enjoy angry teenage me. Somehow I remembered most of it. Lol...