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Apr 2016 · 356
me (6 ws)
my scars only make me
beautiful
Apr 2016 · 391
R3venge
I want to pay him back.
I want him to feel my pain.
I want him to feel what it is like to have your bones uncontrollably shake.
I want him to know what it is like to go without eating for 3 days.
I want him to feel what it is like to be choked
until your head starts to pound.
I want him to know what it is like to feel nails cutting your knees.
I want him to know what it is like to be told
you are the reason a family is failing.
I have had to feel all of these.
I have dealt with so much more than he can even remember.
I am no monster.
I am better than he ever was  and will ever be.
I will be the son who stops the line of abuse,
the train of pain.
I will not be the one to deduct respect
for ******* a ***** in the wrong direction.
I am a man.
I want revenge.
He Will feel my revenge,
my wrath,
my pain.


some day.
For my father, my own abuser. Thank you,
*******. Thanks for making me this way.
Bleeding Diamonds.
Apr 2016 · 498
My imagination
When I was little,
I used to swear up and down that I would never stop playing with my
action figures.
That I would never let my legos rest.
I used to play
all day.
Sun up,
to sun down.
Each time varying and tweaking my story line just a little.
Luke would be vader's father.
Spiderman would be a villain,
and Batman
could fly.
I used to think
everything was a game.
It all looked so inviting.
I used to play
like I was a grown up,
but now that it has come ever closer,
I wish to go back.
I wish to go back to a time,
where homework was 2+3,
and writing was,
"tell me about your day today"
now it seems so complicated.
All the substituting for x.
My mind,
sometimes still
imagines a great game of war.
My mind still thinks
of strategies for my army men.
But then they fade.
My imagination has gone and died.
I haven't kept my promise
to that little boy
I left behind.
just reminiscing on my younger days
Apr 2016 · 254
My life.
"my life is like a horror movie.
With many twist and turns.

"My life is like flowers,
blooming in the daylight.

My life is like being locked in prison,
always so dark and cold."

My life sheds warmth
that covers my bones."

"My life is like getting hit with stones,
always a bruise somewhere.

"My life is like a box of chocolates......
i never know what I'm gonna get.

My life is like being trapped in a wall of fire,
surrounded by things that will only hurt and scorch. "

My life is like hot co-co
on a snowy day."

Their lives were so different,
yet they made it work
anyways.
isn't it beautiful when two people who are completely different find a way
to love each other?
Apr 2016 · 339
The test.
They ask us
to take a hearing test.
We raise our hand
when we hear the sound.
They test our sight
tell us to tell them what we see,
when they should be checking
if we can see past *******.
What they should be giving us
is a personality test.
Tell me who I am.
*******?
Workaholic?
compassionate?
because people
are  always wrong
about just
who the ****
they think they are
Apr 2016 · 333
Mourn
When someone dies,
there will always be that ONE person who tells you,
"get over it"
as if the world hadn't stopped as soon as they left.
But what they don't know is the gaping hole in my heart.
The huge absence that was once always there.
Mourning is not just a word,
it's a practice.
Each time, we get a little better.
But tears still end up winding their way down our cheeks.
Each time, it brings a pain not felt last time.
Each time, bringing regrets and taunts because there was just something we did or didn't do.
But if you truly have the audacity  to tell me to get over it,
well,
let me tell you that the person I mourn for,
will not be coming back any time soon.
And when you open your mouth to speak,
you open your heart for all attacks aimed right towards you.
I will not stop crying so you can stop hearing me.
No.
Because my tears are life,
and they bloom to show that I am a human.
You cannot define me by something,
if you have felt it for yourself.
Who can say,
they've never lost a thing?
Because I can count one.
You lost respect
from ME
Apr 2016 · 349
Life explained...sort of.
What is the meaning of life?
What is the answer.
No, not a complicated equation,
no, not the so called "science" of humanity.
I just want a simple, simple answer.
Maybe life is so the air feels important,
or maybe life is for the sky to feel beautiful.
Maybe life is for the grass to feel warm.
Maybe life is for humans to accomplish.
Maybe life is for animals to feel joy.
Maybe life is for music to be heard,
for food to be tasted.
Maybe life is just...
life
What is life?
Apr 2016 · 275
winter weather
Wind swirls tonight.
The howl is almost unbearable,
and the sun seems to have disappeared for the day.
I watch as the snow
gently falls from the sky,
with such such elegance.
Kindness flutters through my bones,
as I shiver and quiver throughout the night.
A cold night indeed.
Outside is a whirlwind,
just as my soul.
I pray my simple prayer
and shut my eyes.
I dream.
Of the weather.
Of time.
Snow fills my eyelids.
I'm drowning.
Pushing up while the graceful weather
only continues to cover me.
It cracks my skin,
leaving only room for the snowflakes.
Death so cold.
Only so warm.
It burns my soul
yet so cold.
The winter weather pulls at my heart,
just as the Aztecs once did.
I raise it to the sun,
begging for the sun just to reckon
melting it away.
I'm frozen.
I've died.
Inside.
I know it is currently spring, but my soul feels so cold right now,
just as it does when it snows.
Apr 2016 · 436
Love (mine to you)
I don't truly know you,
yet somehow my mind races
at the thought of you.
Every time,
I say your name,
It makes me feel
this feeling inside.
It rushes through my veins,
and out of my heart.
I bleed the blood
of a thousand lives.
My song sings,
my heart is yours.
Tell me your wish,
I shall abide by it all.
Take me,
to a thousand summers.
Take me
to a million moons.
Take me amidst your beauty.
Let the perfume
fill my lungs.
Let your eyes pierce mine,
as we mist away
in time.
Let me give you the key
to the prison in my heart.
Open my cell,
and let me roam free in yours.
Let my heart tell
all the stories
your little heart desires.
Let me weave in and out
of this basket of love.
Let me be the one
who bows to your name,
and gives you your crown.
let me make you my queen.
Let me marvel to your glory,
weep at your voice,
for the beauty
makes silence seem loud.
I don't know what it is,
that pulls me to you,
as we fall together
down the path of life.
just you,
me,
and the future ahead of us.
Apr 2016 · 413
Created purely by lyrics
"What the **** should I have done?"
yes,
"It's like I'm sleepwalking."
"The higher I get, the lower I sink,
I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim."
because
"this house is not my home".
but i thought
"you were my drug"
yeah and they say,
"what doesn't **** you
makes you wish you were dead."
So I repeat in my head,
"Breathe in, breathe out."
with that, we will always be the
"riders of the storm"
and I shout
"Oh! My! God!"
And so I leave with,
"Dare me to jump off of the Jersey Bridge
#OIMATEWTF- Capture the Crown
Sleepwalking -BMTH
115- Elena Siegman
Drown- BMTH
Firestarter- Capture the Crown
Riders of the Storm- Snoop Dog.
the Final Episode- Asking Alexandria.
King for a day- Pierce The Veil.
Apr 2016 · 257
queen, this is for you
Apr 2016 · 336
My life in 190 words.
Me,
Sitting in study hall,
i don't know a soul.
As a matter of fact,
I don't know MY soul.
I wish i could make sense.
I wish I could tell you why
I separate myself
from everyone and anyone.
I feel
like a lost dog.
Wandering the streets looking for nothing to find.
I feel like a star,
exploding through supernova.
I feel my body go limp.
I fall to the ground,
like a stuffed animal,
but instead of white stuffing,
I am filled with lies,
and pain,
abandonment.
I wish there is something I could do
to take this pain away.
I tried to pray,
I tried to stay,
but all it did
was push me away.
I feel so small.
alone
Peculiar.
But the thing is,
there is no logical reason.
Maybe it's because I have not been clinically diagnosed
with depression yet.
Is it apparent?
Does it appear in my poetry?
I want to make myself a god,
but i am only a powerless human.
A ghost in the fog,
no one to see me.
I wander for days
like a stray dog,
looking for
nothing.
Apr 2016 · 875
I live because of music.
I love to hear a guitar wine,
and I love to hear musician's voices shine.
My life seems worthless,
but i live.
I do not praise Jesus for this miracle,
but music.
Music has brought me up from the lowest places.
Music saved me from the meanest faces.
I can't decide how to feel,
when all I hear
is music.
I feel the rush,
I feel the emotions.
The squeal of a violin
makes me crave emotions.
The beat of drums make my heart thump fast.
The flow of the voices
guides my blood.
Lord, I love music.
I love the way they fill my ears,
and echo through my heart.
Its fair to say,
I live
because of music
An ode to music
Re-post if music saved you
Apr 2016 · 891
Neighborhood fight
I came to America when I was 7, so I was used to the heat. A while ago, something happened that changed my neighborhood forever, one of the biggest fights that happened yet.
              It was hot that day. I came to my friend Jamie’s porch to get some shade and my friend James came too. My friend Jamie was always happy and usually never sad. James had a pit-bull dog named Resub and lived in a three story house, including the basement. We were sitting on the porch, talking, and laughing. I was quenched and went to my house to get some water. I left my phone and James said he would watch it. I went and got a cold glass of water with exactly 4 ice cubes in it.

As I sipped the cold water, I heard yelling. I ran to the porch and my phone wasn’t there. I panicked and run the doorbell to Jamie’s house. Her brother opened the door and said, ’’you glad I can’t come outside because I will, F* you up’’. She handed me my phone and slammed the door. I could hear her mom yelling at Jamie and I knew something was up.

             I ran to James’s house, and as usual, he was playing basketball. I asked him what happened, and he told me he didn’t know while staring at Jamie’s house. His hand couldn’t stay still and he was scared, Scared of something. I asked him again and he said he didn’t know. I told him he did nothing wrong and that I was going to be on his side the whole time. He said, ‘’okay… I was sitting on the porch right, then, I said my heartbeat was loud and Jamie wanted to feel it. She reached into my shirt and felt my heart.
As soon as she took her hand out, her mom thumped on the door and told Jamie to get in now.

She yelled and told me to leave off her porch’’. I told James they did nothing wrong and he kept playing basketball.
That night, Jamie’s mom had a party, and her family came. Jamie’s brother Nathan, a tall strong boy, came and asked me gently and quietly. ‘‘what did Jamie and James do?’’. Defending my friend, I said, “Nothing!” He asked me one more time and I gave his the same response. He looked at me dead in the eye and started walking to James’s house. I tried to stop him, but he just walked past me like a stampede of elephants. He banged on James’s door, and James’s dad came out. Nathan started yelling at Mr. Jay, James’s dad, and Mr. Jay has an angry vain on his head. Mr. Jay took Nathan by the shirt and pushed him down to the street. He told Nathan to stay away from James, and his house. He walked back in his black door and slammed it shut. Everyone in the neighborhood came out and saw the whole thing. As Mr. Jay’s door slammed filled the silence, someone said, ‘’****!’’ I ran to James and made sure he was okay. We went to a basketball court and started playing 21. I lost, only 18 to 21, and James was bragging.
             As soon as we left the basketball court, we were mobbed by Jamie’s family. “F
you James!” one yelled. “Ima beat yo a*!” Nathan yelled out. By then, the whole neighborhood was outside and looking in awe.

They covered the streets live vultures covering their prey.

Just waiting for something to happen. Moments later, we saw flashing lights. Red, white, and blue. It was the ops. Someone snitched. Everyone was in fear. They all slowly walked back to their houses and the cops talked to each of us. They informed us that if we don’t leave each other alone, they will press charges for attempted violence, public disturbance, and other big words I didn’t understand. From then on, we haven’t talked to Jamie’s mom, Nathan, or Jamie.

The only time we see Jamie is on the bus but it’s an awkward silence when we see her.
DISCLAIMER, not by me, bleeding diamonds.
This is by my good friend Jonathan, who wanted me to share this with you all so he could get some advise, so what do you think?
when you hit the like button,
and the heart turns red,
or you reshare my work,
it revives me.
Someone always likes something.
Oh and how heartwarming it is
when you leave me a comment.
It fills my spirit,
to know you like what I wrote,
and you cared enough
to read my words.
For you, the viewer,
I respect you.
Everything you are.
I read your comments,
each and every one.
I appreciate them all,
and this is how I thank you.
I really love
how you build me up,
and how you are there for me
when I need you.
Thank you truly
from the bottom of my heart.
You truly make me
bleed diamonds.
to each and every one of you
Apr 2016 · 355
you
you
you want me to write
about happy things,
but i like to write
dark things.
You tell me you favor the happy ones,
but do you not like the dark ones
because they are true?
Because they come so close to reality?
Do you feel what I feel?
Have you dealt with the things I have?
I wish you could tell me.
But people live in silence
and that is just simply
how the world works.
Today,
is 4/6/16.
It is 7:46 pm.
And my childhood friend
just died
41 minutes ago.
No lie,
no joke.
I cry as I write this one,
my eyes are probably swollen,
and I know
he wouldn't want me to cry.
But,
I look at the pictures I have of him,
how he seemed so happy.
I held him in my arms,
just hoping he'd eat something,
at 5:10 pm today.
He hadn't been eating for days,
he couldn't stand up.
My friend's name was scooter.
Scooter was the best pet I could have asked for.
He was the main attraction at my home,
because he was a pig.
Such a lovable pig.
He was just like a dog, but better.
That pig could make me smile any day.
He used to dance.
He used to oink so cutely.
I am gonna miss him for sure.
I just know it.
With that, I end this one.
With tears in my eyes,
I wish you a final goodbye.
I will always love you, buddy.
R.I.P
my dear, dear scooter.
For my pet pig scooter, who died today. Please wish him your best,
as he experiences whatever may be next. I guess I could use some encouragement right now. I grew up with him
The poets are in the house.
One night stand.
here 'em slam
hear them call out what problems we face.
Yes, folks it all a race.
Time to pin it *** up face first.
But wait.
Is that what you expect of me?
You want me to be a magical poet,
singing to your heart with my words.
You want me to turn you on
with the slightest sight of a sentence.
And not have a single bit of repentance.
I am a poet,
but not the thing you always want me to be.
Im not the sexiest poet,
im not the smartest poet,
no,
im just me
Apr 2016 · 414
expectations
So many expectations,
such little time.
So many people want you to be so many things,
a friend
a listener,
a supporter,
a lover,
a "normal" person.
And when break those expectations,
well
you got hell comin' to ya.
See people are so cruel.
They are ruthless.
Obscure.
As long as they can find something they don't like,
they won't let go.
Expectations can **** a person.
They tear them apart,
like meat inside a grinder.
They make people resent themselves.
and what is worse than that?
I wish people could see what value they really have.
Because everyone,
YOU
have so much value.
Thank you for being you.
don't fall to their expectations.
they will ruin you.
Trust me, i know
Apr 2016 · 422
My attempt at a love poem.
the day i first saw her,
she sat in the corner
curled up,
with one earphone in one ear.
She looked at me
for a brief second,
then looked away,
for some odd reason.
I looked at her,
saw her beauty.
I hadn't known
what our future would hold.
How could i known
What joy she'd bring me.
And what
love she would hold for me.
How could I have known
at that very second,
how much her life,
would mend with mine.
I remember that day,
like it was yesterday.
I wish I could have known
just who that girl would be.
I marveled at her
when i finally met her.
Her personality clearly beat mine.
I love the way
she looks at me now.
I love the way she smiles at me.
so clearly I can see,
her love for me.
So lovely is she.
Shemeans the wordl to me
for you
Apr 2016 · 172
Untitled
shhhhhh!
she told me.
Through the hall of an open door.
Shh
they'll **** us.
So we hid
in the night sky
forever
visibility.
something i've never been able to say for myself.
No matter how much I try to exist,
people see right through me.
Like I'm a ghost.
But when they need me,
I am as solid as a rock.
They only need me
for my brain.
I feel unappreciated.
I've picked so many people up,
only for them to knock me down.
So,
do i quit?
But,
what if someone really needs me?
am i worth their consideration?
Apr 2016 · 653
free life
Like a bird in the sky,
I want to fly high.
I want to soar and just
see the world.
I want to see it for it's beauty
and not for its infamous demoting
Apr 2016 · 380
Fyre
Rachel,
a friend I know.
She seems like
nothing could break
her spirit!
but then I learned'
how people in her town are
superficial.
She never talked to anyone
until two years ago.
Then , she opened up.
I met her so soon,
to bad
it wasn't earlier.
She makes me feel,
like i could fly.
I wish I could spend just one day,
to tell her,
how soon yet,
how much I appreciate
someone like her.
How I wish more people in the world
were like her.
I told her from the start,
I'm glad she's here.
I hope she'll remember,
I'll always be here.
=)
To Rachel.

I told you I would
Apr 2016 · 354
Untitled
just because I won't
doesn't mean I can't
Apr 2016 · 346
just because I.....
I  am I quiet person,
but don't let that fool you.
Just because I am a silent person,
doesn't mean I will not attack.
Just because I don't talk much,
does by no means say that I do not know how to defend myself.
Just because I don't speak what you want to hear,
doesn't mean that I can't.
I have my opinions,
But I don't decide to be ignorant about them,
no instead I keep them to myself.
I hide them under my bed
with the monsters that constantly bite at my heels.
Just because I never talk about girls,
doesn't mean I'm gay.
Just because I don't tell you anything,
doesn't mean I don't know how to talk.
Because i can.
I do not suggest pushing me any more,
or else you WILL find out
dedicated to those people who don't speak often, but definitely have so much more than speech.
Copyright
Bleeding Diamonds 2016
Apr 2016 · 1.4k
For my friends
I wanted to send you another happy message.
I wanted to let you know the usual stuff
the familiar
"you're not alone"
"Everything will work out"
but also to tell you that I sympathize.
I sympathize when you have headaches,
when you leave stuff on the bus,
and when you are a feeling just plain stressed out.
I laugh when you tell me
you listen to so many types of music,
and you are all over.
I love how friendly you all are.
I love how every piece of what you say means a lot,
from the sarcastic -_-'s
to your slow cell phone,
so I don't see most of your texts until 5 minutes later.
More than one of my friends are in this poem.
It is for all of you.
I believe in you.
I'm always here for you.
Here,
today.
Trust me when I say,
I like you a lot =)
Dedicated to
Jocie
Amethyst Fyre,
This Is It ,
MJ
and to everyone else who reads this
Apr 2016 · 835
somehow, you were wrong
somehow,
I allowed you to defeat me.
Somehow,
I allowed you to demote my very existence.
Somehow,
I let you convince me that depression was not real.
I let you convince me that depression is just a way for attention.
Your wrong.
Somehow,
I gained the strength to tell you now,
that you are wrong.
You are wrong about people,
you are wrong to hate race,
you are wrong to hit.
You are wrong to say racial slurs,
you are SO wrong.
You are wrong when you say that I manipulate everything.
You are wrong about ME.
You are wrong about women,
and you were wrong about YOURSELF
you know who you are.
Its quiet in the void today,
no soul came,
no soul left.
I felt the absence today.
No one to see,
no one to talk to.
I sit here crouched in my bed,
singing a lullaby.
Its quiet in my head today,
no thought came,
no thought left
                                                            ­                And here I am
                                                              ­             Among the thoughtless
                                                     ­                             Among the hated.
Its quiet today,
which most people beg for.
But not me.
I value the noise.
I value the chatter,
the useless

                                                               ­               Here I am today,
                                                          ­                with my inner silence

Here I am in this world of a thousand lies,
here i lay right in the middle,
watching it tear itself apart.
And tomorrow,
when i open my eyes,
and i see the destruction,
I will not weep.
I will shake my head in disgrace,
condemn the fallen,
and leave the world to eat itself in an agonizing conclusion.
Folks, we're reaching the end.

                                                 The silence is coming.
this world is getting worse and worse,
when will it just....end?
Apr 2016 · 516
what (most) men believe
According to the society I live in,
I am the man in the relationship,
because I have the *****.
According to society,
that means I have to be the ultimate handy man,
Ultimate know how,
ultimate lover
ultimate brained guy.
I feel like I am subjected by what other men expect of me.
I feel like I'm not enough,
The other men make me feel bad,
just because I'm the only guy they know,
who isn't in a relationship for *****.
Because in fact,
I value love.
According to the society I live in,
I am supposed to use my big **** in situations
to please the woman,
and move on to the next.
But, that's not me.
My **** size should not matter,
nor should my ability to please women,
because that isn't what matters.
What matters is how i can respect her,
and make her happy
(not only by ***).
Men need to wake the hell up,
stop being in it to ****,
and try a REAL relationship for once.
My biceps should not define my worth,
but by my heart, integrity, and morals.
Men think they have to be "dominant"
but what they really need to be is dominated.
My face should not be the world of my life.
I don't want to be ignorant and cocky,
but loving and compassionate.
Men shouldn't be bragging about how many girls they've ******,
but complementing the girl they love for REAL reasons.
My fellow men disgust me.
They have fallen so far behind.
I am a man,
but I will not fall victim to other men's expectations.
Dedicated to ****** who think they are everything because they are a "man"
Copyright Bleeding Diamonds, 2016
Apr 2016 · 1.5k
As water
Like water, I flow.
I flow in the universe,
looking for a place to fit in.
Yes, like water, I flow.
I flow between sorrows and joy,
disrupting the space-time continuum.
Like water, I flow between every emotion,
wrapping myself among the most cherished of memories.
I thrive among the tears of joy.
I love becoming everything happienes is.
As water moves, I shall move.
As water, I shall become.
I wish I could become water,
always flowing free
I wish I could become water.
One thing to remember:
I know your name.
I know everything about you.
I know your smoking habits,
drinking habits,
and I was forced to know your sleeping schedule.
You have the ***** to treat me the way you do?
You laugh when I beg for mercy?
Well, when I rise up like a GOD,
you will be the ******* begging for mercy.
Try me.
again.
Apr 2016 · 513
Food for thought
Apr 2016 · 535
To my angel baby
My lover loves me.
Funny right?
Well, its funny to me too.
But, for a different reason.
It's funny because she loves who I am.
I find it hard to understand
just how a girl like her
could like a guy like me.
I love thew way her hair shines in the sun.
I love the way
she knows just what to say
when the world seems like
it just got a little too dark.
I love the way she holds my hand,
and how when she does
i can feel every pulse rush through my veins.
I love the way she smiles,
with a certain finesse that has to be professional.
I love the way she leans on me.
It makes me feel like a some body
Not a no body.
I don't deserve her.
I never will.
And yet, here she is.
She loves me.
And i wonder,
if she knows how much I love her.
she's my baby, my angel
And I will never hurt her.
To my one and only,
Tiffany
Apr 2016 · 320
9:00 pm
At 9:00, things happen.
Some go to bed,
some start a party,
some cook dinner.
As for me,
I HATE 9:00
I hate this time because it means
my routine.
In my routine,
I have to avoid the news.
I have to go between a split second between
the last show and the one commercial after it.
If I miss 9:00,
if I accidentally let it pass,
it means for me
another beating.
Another night of restricted sleep.
Another night of senseless ignorance.
  9:00,
its cursed.
Don't let the time
come back to 9.
all true.
Apr 2016 · 636
shift
have you ever notice
how things just shift?
Plate tectonics shift,
moods shift,
cars shift,
schedules shift.
Everything shifts,
and I love it!
Its something so simple,
i know.
but I felt like my life
needs to shift.
I want my life to shift to something knew,
because for about 7 years now,
I've been doing the same old things
Apr 2016 · 592
My german message
Ich wünschte, die Leute nur wissen konnte, warum ich darüber schreiben, was ich tue.

Ich wünschte, die Leute könnten verstehen, wer ich bin, und was ich erlitten haben .

Ich scheint, wie wenn ich zum Vergnügen zu schreiben , ist es immer noch so sinnlos empfindet .
Sie meine Geschichte hören , so wird es nicht wieder passieren
von ,
Bluten- Diamanten
what did I say? If you care, you'll translate it
Apr 2016 · 702
aNgEr
anger.
such a powerful emotion.
But I beg of you,
don't let anger control your life.
Don't let it make you do things you would regret
Don't let your anger take action.
Be wise.
Don't let anger win.
Take the time,
to calm down.
Anger is not the answer,
because anger leads to hostility,
and hostility is for fools
don't do something you'll regret because you were angry
Apr 2016 · 283
to you (yes you)
thank you
for being here
for reading this
for taking the time
to see what i have to say.
Thank you
for
showing me
that there are people
who will listen
truly for you, the reader
Apr 2016 · 290
who am I?
i once was a happy boy.
I could just see myself back then:
happy little Zach playing with his legos,
believing in god,
watching Nascar,
and living without a father.
Well to be honest,
things didn't stay that way.
My mother met an abusive man,
which of course,
was unknown at the time.
This lead to me having to grow up,
beyond measures of normality.
I wish i could be that little Zach again.
I wish i could capture every moment.
But i grew up
into something i should have never become:
a hateful boy who wants his father gone.
But i find strength
inside the littlest things.
As i watch
for the time to come
to never
come
back
Apr 2016 · 314
My own path
is it safe to say,
that I wanna go my own way?
I want to take my own path,
despite what you say.
I have a name.
I hold power to it.
I hold everything into my heart,
the good
the bad
and everything in between.
I wish
people could understand,
just what my brain knows to be true.
I wish you could see
just what it is that makes me
me.
I hope you can learn
that i am going to take my own way
because maybe
i DO know better
Apr 2016 · 600
yolo
with every breath I take,
I'm dying.
A true statement at best,
I need to remember that I must make it count.
not sure about religion
not sure about the afterlife,
but i AM sure about
this life.
I will no longer hold back.
I won't bite my tongue.
I will break free.
And when things get hard
I'll make 'em easy.
Because this is my life.
So I am going to own this one.
Apr 2016 · 276
For Kailee
the day she died,
I felt the absence.
The second she pulled the trigger,
i fell to the ground.
She was my inspiration.
She rose above drugs, and alcohol
by the age of 15.
By the time she met me,
she had gone through more than most will in their life time.
She gave up.
She let go of her life.
And for that, I mourn.
But I rejoice to her life,
and what she did,
who she was.
I wish she was still here,
maybe I could've met her unborn children
and become the best uncle ever.
But I know she was in pain.
I give her credit for the hell she conquered.
So I say now,
I cant wait to see you again,
someday
Dedicated to my sister, Kailee. R.I.P,
love,
you little ninja
Apr 2016 · 656
If I kill myself...
suicide.
It seems like its a hot topic around here.
Around there.
Really, around everywhere.
The sound of it makes some sick,
but it also makes some grin.
See, what i think,
is what if I did it.
Would I be missed?
Would anyone notice that I am gone?
because, it seems like no one notices me anyway.
If I **** myself,
how would people find out?
would they hear the truth,
or would they be told a silly little lie.
After all,
I wouldn't be around to prove it's a lie.
If I died today,
who would point fingers at who?
Who's "fault" would it be?
The abusive father?
The dismissive mother?
The supportive girlfriend?
Who would they blame?
How big would it get,
OR
how small would it disappear?
How would my fellow poets know?
Would they notice that I stopped writing?
I'm afraid to see,
what the world would be like
without me
no i am not planning on killing myself, but these are things i wonder.
Apr 2016 · 219
Home, not the place for me
I sit here,
listening to the lecture.
I sit here,
wishing to go home.
But then I really think about
home.
Your home is not the same as mine.
My house is not my home.
At home, memories of pain exists.
At home, the weapons used against me lie on the counter,
waiting to strike again.
I think of home and I cry,
not because I want to go back,
but because I never want to go back.
Apr 2016 · 308
Always counting
I count the days
i count the nights.
It's been a while since the last strike.
96 days, to be exact.
I wonder,
when he will lash out again.
I watch his every move,
he knows we're watching.
But still he dares to smile.
I get sick just thinking,
about the stuff he's done,
and the things i can't fathom,
that he plans to do.
I know its coming,
I can feel the pressure.
I just wonder when
his next attack will commence.
Because it will..
I know him WAY too well.
So for know,
i guess i'll just keep counting
Apr 2016 · 293
just read it...please?
Hi.
Bleeding Diamonds here.
It's been a while.
Since I've written something happy,
so
here goes.
I want you to know,
that there is a place for you,
not among the monsters and horrors,
but among the wise, and sufficient.
I want you to know that this world
was made for
YOU.
It is yours, so do with it as you please.
You do not need a god to hold you down,
nor do you need an excuse to have fun,
because this world
is
yours.
And my world,
is mine,
our world is
ours
I wish you could see my face,
this goofy smile I have.
But i don't care what i look like,
because it isn't what is on the outside that counts.
Same for you.
Beauty is not always on the outside,
but it lies also in your brain, heart, and soul.
If anyone tries to take away your light,
shine more.
Don't let them win,
because
this is YOUR world
another once in a while happy sort of type thing
love is like the roll of dice.
Sometimes what you want,
some times not.
Love is the genre of anything, and everything
stretching wide and far apart.
Love is kisses,
love is hugs,
love is ***,
love is pleasure,
love is patient,
love is fun
______
Love is jealous
love is narcissistic,
love is hateful,
love is painful.
love is impatient,
love is cruel
Love is what we make it.
Humans have lost the meaning,
some kept it.
sorry if this is generic,
but i like to keep it simple,
and to keep the ball rolling.....
And i think...
Love saw what we did last night =/
Apr 2016 · 434
Cool-aid
cool-aid cool-aid in my glass
if you don't,
I'll kick your ***
"Help me, help me! My dogs gone missing"
The girl lost that dog on a foggy day,
in the dreaded street of Drury Lane.
"help us, help us! Our daughters gone missing!"
last location?
N/A
where were you?
N/A.
the man was watching in the tress,
under the house and through the seams.
He snatched that little girl,
and left her body in the fog.
What world is this?
Why did he take her?
All the kids now say,
"Don't go to the foggy red house on Drury Lane"
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