My body is the planet
My heart is the people.
It is fighting itself.
The blood popping from their vessels like the volcanoes erupting.
My heart hates itself.
No more than the mirror on the shelf.
My body is evolving.
My body as the planet,
But somehow my emotions are changing with the tide of the ocean.
The people hope for a promotion,
Like the brain in all glory,
This, this is my planets story.
Each scar is a war,
Originating from the heart of pain.
Beneath the scars there are bones,
The support of my world,
The atmosphere,
Keeping all that is bad out,
But yet the bones keep breaking.
These seeds of evil keep coming out,
And I am feeling dark.
These bones,
The atmosphere is breaking
The ozone becoming as thin as paper,
My bones as paper shall break.
This planet of mine,
This body of mine,
Has something to see.
These eyes as oceans,
They flow within me.
The oceans as eyes so calming.
Stood in the dark place, but the water remains.
The one thing that holds beauty when the people’s actions do not,
This is the area in which we are taught
To read people.
When you look in my eyes,
Though not blue,
You will see life.
Life as the sea, because there is a world within the waters.
So much life and profound hope to be seen,
And here is where you look.
These eyes see sadness just as the oceans become *****,
You can poison the heart, the people.
You can break the bones, he land, and tear them to shreds,
But the eyes, the oceans will move on.
It will roar.
And the brain you ask,
This brain is the main part in which I operate.
It is the history of which Ive seen and what Ive not,
Learning from its mistakes and taking the past as learning tools,
Not criticizing the last fools.
My brain sees the unseen.
My brain is not the people,
For not everyone understands the past.
My brain is not the land, not the bones,
Because bones will fall.
My brain is history.
And history is not to be forgotten.

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.

Please
*say something

The best thing keeping me up is the people who try to tear me down.

I'm not giving up
I'm not giving in


I am giving OUT

This is not a poem,
not a speech,
not an essay
.
This is just me, talking
to you.
This is me speaking with my voice through my words.
______________
Hi,
how are you?
If you wanted to know,
i'm not doing to well.
My mind takes me places
that even I am scared of.
My dad is changing back to the way he has always been.
My mom seems to get more ****** by the minute.
I feel so tired.
Angry
In love.
woah, in love?
yeah.
I'd say so.
this girl
****.
she is so perfect.
she doesn't think so,
but she is =)
I have no idea...at all
just what it is that I'm doing.
I'm not going to try,
but I really, really want to.
But then I think,
bruh,
no.
I don't know who I am,
why I'm here.
I don't feel to good.
Alone at best.
No, I know I get annoying
and weird,
dramatic.
But isn't that the beauty of me?
Like, seriously.
I wanna know,
all the stuff that
I dunno.
Thanks for talking with me,
Zach

should love turn to hate,
take me away

"Mr Farmer, why are you here?"
"because I have to do something"
"and that would be?"
"anything really"
"explain."
"Well doc, I wanna be someone. Anyone. I want to understand people. What they do. Why they do it. I want to understand the meaning of life.
"Life isn't that simple."
"Oh believe me, doc! I know!"
"so why feel the need to..."
"Because! I'm crazy! Im insane! THATS why!"
"And what leads you to believe that?"
"thats all I've ever felt."
"Zach..."
"Doc, give me a break. I'm unstable, why else would I be here?"
"because we all have our problems.
"Really!?!?!"
"yes."
"tell me yours, doc."
"Thats...that's besides the point."
"This is the point! We are all scared. All of us!"
"Mr. Farmer, I think we are getting off track."
"No no no, this is all we need, doc. This is healing. Allow me to be insane, it helps my head, doc. This helps. You help me. My thoughts help me. And for what?!?! A paycheck?!?!"
"Zach, I'm here for..."
"No! you are here for the mon-ay."
"I think we are done here for today"
"exactly my point..."
<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.

https://youtu.be/ayEYLAQ0Ecw

Im waiting for damnation
Im waiting to be killed.
Im waiting to be rejected.
No matter how hard i try
im never enough
Why?
See you think you are a **** god
And i am like some slave to you.
You said things would get bettet
You said i could be happy
But youre the same still
No difference.
You lied...again
What the ****?

I stood up
From a small town
Worked up the wits
To become a city boy.
I had nothing
But my pickup truck
And the girl  I left behind.
A shame my locals said.
But I left to become a better man.
Not a breathless ******* as they said
But a solider  fighting for our country.
It is days like today  I have to remember
The things folks like you always forget.
There are people fighting
For you
For me
Should not be overlooked.
We are worth the cause
For me reloading my m16
Boots on the ground.
Head held high
Because  I'll  be home
To see the fireworks tonight.

the story starts with a wee little boy.
Staring at the world with wonder,
and he had the audacity to challenge fate.
He never knew,
that by 3 words,
his life would fall before his very eyes.
He marveled at the piano,
as he wanted to die.
Yes, thats all he wanted
to die.
He watched things get smashed.
He watched himself cry in the mirror,
but "how ugly you are"
he would tell himself.
People held him to make an image.
Wear a mask,
light smile,
play dumb.
Truth was my mind was too smart,
so instead of playing dumb,
i LIVED it.
I made sure no one would know who I was.
What he made me become.
As if my life was a game,
and the story would shift at any time.
Clocks began to be my enemy.
They would tease me saying,
"how long have ya been here?"
I hate the corners of buildings.
The 90 degree corner calling my name.
The torture it held.
The backside of me,
made an *** of itself,
though it already was an ***.
The wee little boy.
died inside,
but kept living,
lips cold,
eyes rolled,
and he just kept going.

I hung a noose
I put a chair below.
Ive been watching the thing sway
For about an hour now.
No one is home
No soul to persuade me.
If this was my goodbye,
Would you miss me?
No, i dont think i would be missed much
Most of my life
I was...am a swing n' a miss.
And if someone doesnt hurry
I will be swinging soon
I was hoping that my countess
Would greet me soon,
But i was only met
In total utter silence.
My will is to stay
But the worlds will is to let me drown
And this noose
Is speaking so soothingly to me.

Undesirable
unwanted
unquenchable
undeserved
unsatisfied
Is what i feel like.
But all i wanted to be
Was *inseparable

Zach,
I know things  have been rough.
People dont understand. Period.
I want you to know  that you are worth something, despite what everyone tells you.
You are going to find someone.
You really will.
And when you do,
You wont remember what loneliness  is
You will love her
You wont want to leave her
Because she  is
just that great
Dont ever believe you are ugly
people  are mean and you know who you are.
Dont let them get into your head.
One person saying  you are handsome and meaning it is way better than a million  people saying it out of pitty.
Don't  let them controll you
You are better than drugs
Better  than  alcohol..
You will survive
You will grow up to be a fine young man with a goal in life.
Dont let dad **** dreams
Dont let mom **** you into a life not meant for you.
Dont loose that goofy smile.
Dont ever stop your passion for music
Dont be afraid to cry
Dont be afraid to stand up
Because the world  needs standers,
Not sitters.
Dont choose to let others walk on you.
Dont stop watching star wars
And humming the theme song on the walk to school.
Zach,
I know not many people tell you this,
But you are awesome.
You are important
Silly
And honest.
Dont disregard  those  traits.
I am not trying to be concideded
But you...we need this.
Especially  when we feel so low
While others  are living so high.
Zach,
Dont listsn to the haters.
Believe in yourself,
And *never stop trying

My voice has often been silent
My voice hass been so
Quiet.
Shhhh
Shhh
Sh
S
.
I was taught to stay silent, disreguard all anger
But one day i was caught
I spoke out.
I was going to tear the barriers he made down.
When i spoke
Only one stood.
But that person made me feel so good.
I found the gift to lead.
I planted a seed.
And now,
My empowerment is growing
sprouting
&
Im getting older.
Im seeing the world for what it truely is.
It is not the painted picture i had been lead to believe it was, no.
It is a dark place.
No face to trust.
which is why
I want to change this place.
It starts with one,
One who marches to the beat of his own drum,
His own heart
MY VOICE
Will grow
L
LO
LOU
LOUD
LOUDE
LOUDER
Until the world either falls or stands
But i want to fix things.
End police brutality.
End racism
End slavery
End sexism
End hunger
And i know im not the only one for change.
You...YOU!
You have just as much power as i do.
We are limited only by our cell,
With the key in our pocket.
The door is wide open
The time is now,
But will you choose to walk through it?
The world needs you.
The world needs me.
Because we are lost.
And though we may not be wandering,
There always is a path.
And my voice is leading me
Where's yours?
Where is the hero in you?
Where is that soul that burns with passion
i dont have one
*******!
There is something in all of us!
We need to be awoken.
And if my voice is the one to wake us up
so be it

Lets fight
What this world
*has deprived us of

I know
I know
you thought it was best
got news for you, *****
*it ******* wasnt

It's my birthday!

Excuse me ,
But I have a few things to tell you.

1. If you ever touch her again,
I will personally insure that you won't have hands to touch anything EVER AGAIN.

2. If you ever remind her of what you did to her,
I will make sure you will not have a tongue to speak with.
I will cut out the very cords that allowed you to talk.

3. If you ever look at her, your own sister lustfully ever again,
I will make sure you do not have eyes to watch her grow up.
___________________
Th­ough I may not have the privilege to see her anymore, I will always love her.
I will always be there for her,
and I will protect her from people like you.
People like you who value
***
rather than
family
and
insest
I hope you read this.
Head my words.
If anything happens to her,
I will find you'
and i don't think
you want that.
I hope you take this seriously,
because you are sick enough,
and I will pay you back,
worse than anyone ever has
you will never sexually abuse her ever again.
Got it?
Sincerely,
Zach

I love the way she makes me feel like I am ok. The wind seems to flow in her, directly delivering her love straight to me. Her face can shine up a room, I love the way she looks. I love the way she worries, and I love that she cares for me. I wouldn't want it any other way. She is all to me. I think I am all to her. I wish I could hold her right now, right this very second. Oh, she is the best, and I can not explain how she makes me feel. I want to show her the world, show her that it is not all bad, because there are people like me who will make her queen. She is my lover gurl, and I am her lover boy, and that is fact. Love is not a strong enough word to describe my feelings to her.  <3

What do we do?Our spark of life meant for...nothing?
What do we truly do?
The spark of life for...nothing?
I often ask myself
what were my origins for?
My origins fall on an early spring morning.
Spawn of a ****,
I was born to the world.
They often tell me I was always meant to be.
I was a perfect baby
I never cried, and always behaved.
I look at pictures of me.
I was so happy
I never knew what pain was, or what abuse felt like.
It was me and my mom.
I was the light in her life,
and she was mine.
I often see my picture.
The little boy I was.
It all changed though.
Happiness never lasts.
My mother married,
I died.
This person that stepped in
my "dad"
sent me to hell and back.
He never understood
my meaning of life.
The **** he's done,
ruins my origins.
Instead of talking about a happy life,
I am forced to tell my childhood as abuse.
I will never know the life of a boy scout.
wasn't allowed
I will never know summer camp
wasn't allowed
I will never know what it is like to go to a friends house and stay with them for the weekend
wasn't allowed
Though I show you my smile,
it screams pain that echos through my body.
My origins are not worthy of speech.
My origins
*have been corrupted

One bullet
Is all it takes
*to make me happy again

I love my dog
*what about you?

"She's a devil. She's outrageous. Strange. Awkward."
-them
"That's why I love her"
-me

Sunday,
Many people go to church.
The Christian goes to school,
Taught love everyone, smile, and be respectful.
The morals begin to show.
And one has to wonder,
How can a Christian receive so much hate,
Based on a religion that focuses on love.
Could be because they make sure their click stays up,
So they can preach on the pulpit.
So they can spread the word of god,
Trying to prove to the skeptics that he ain’t a fraud,
But no, when they try to reach out,
Everyone begins to shout,
Pulls you into shame,
While making your case screech to fame.
And hey,
They say
“pray about it”
But how can you pray when no one wants to talk about it.
A club,
Wanted to start.
Wouldn’t hurt anybody.
They swore,
They wouldn’t preach to any outsiders,
But woah,
Hold up,
You wanna start somethin’ for Christ inside of a school?
No.
So they fight back. Right?
And they were only met with higher hostility.
Met with fluorescent humility.
Coming down to it,
The pressures on
The verdict is commin’
They pray
Oh please god, just this once,
Let us start this one.  
The christains,
The kind ones,
Slandered and shunned,
Cause of their faith.
Taken from schools,
Being faithful is no longer cool,
And wait,
They expect us Christians to take the fall,
Accept it and move on.
They told us to move on again and again
Shouting jesus is dead.
No.
Jesus is the reason we have pushed so hard,
The reason why we can say we have land
From sea to shining sea,
We just want this to work,
To worship,
To praise,
But the majorty of society denies us,
We are forced back into the chapel,
Forced to believe only what we see,
Which is why we need to see
A miracle.

Babe,
I love you.
I know that things seem perfect
But im not.
I never was.
See,
I wished upon a life
That could not be achieved
I love you.
Your face
Eyes
Everything
I know ive said it a million times but
Im curious to know
have you accepted it yet?
Because no matter how many times
I say it
You just kind of roll your eyes
Give a slight smile
And kiss me ever so gently.
Babe,
You wanted a poem
And i didnt want to write it just yet
Because i was waiting for the right words.
These words,
Though never enough to describe you
Finally sailed to me.
Babe,
You make me a poet
You are my inspiration for all happy words
You are happy.
So **** cute
And even a bit sassy too.
I cant tell you
How glad i am to have met you
Beauty surrounds you.
Ita so strange that you are with a skrub like me...
But life doesnt always come out with a direct explenation, does it ***?
Babe,
So sweet and kind.
A man like me should not have a girl like you.
But when i roll over in bed,
There you are.
You hold me so tight.
I lose my sight
But dont mind.
You are all i need to see.
All i want
All i need
Babe,
This is for you.
I love you

its your decision.
whether or not to take me seriously.
to take my words.
and use them.
Tell me, when did you begin to care?
meh.
don't tell me.
What i want to know
is why i'm crazy.
Why i am not normal.
I can be seious.
reallllly dam serious.
But i dont wanna.
No
nope.
Nein.
Whats scary.
is when you take suicide prevention classes
and see yourself in every sign.
but are still living.
breathing.
.........
a-b-c-d-e-f-g
tell me what the **** is wrong with me.
Please?

All these mixed emotions cascading down my face.
Her fears turned into my tears.
Like a rose bud, bitter and sweet,
And such a painful thing to meet.
She was my drug, but I eventually overdosed.
Though I never gave her the thought of a proposal.
She used to stand to me to tall.
But she led me to a painful, long fall.
She was my power
But as all things do, it got too sour.
She was waiting for something to devour us.
There was a fault in our stars.
She made me feel like I was isolated, living on mars.
This wedding band meant nothing.
When it was supposed to mean something.
I’m surrounded in the thoughts of what we used to be.
You meant everything to me.

When everything is bad,
Give em hell
*make it worse

Life isn't a script.

Its funny
How one person can ruin your life.
how one person can make you feel so small
Its funny
How no matter how hard you try not to let them,
How they are ****** to **** up your day.
Its also funny
How fake people can be.
How they hold up a paper mask,
But only the oppressed can see the stick.
Its funny how one can inflict such pain, both physically and mentally.
Its funny how they can **** us,
Make us feel like *******
And cowards.
Its funny
How, the ***** they are, think that they are so funny

but
It will be funny
*when the tables turn

walkin' through school with one goal in mind
get past everyone
I dont want them to see me.
Make fun,
spam me with ugly emails.
I hate the way I look enough,
my face isn't exactly handsome,
my body is not in shape,
and I do not have a six pack.
Girls look away,
as if they are trying to avoid disease.
My heart breaks further.
I wish
people would love me for me
I feel so ugly,
I just wish someone would tell me I'm not
I still wait...
There isn't a feeling quite like envy.
I envy those guys
stretched all over their bae,
having the time of his life,
while I sit back,
looking to my side
to see no one there
Life *****,
so do people
Will they ever change?
And love me
*for who I am inside?

lord help me!
no answer.
Lord, he hurts me!
Silence.
Lord, take my soul!
Silence.
Lord, I want to **** myself!
no answer.
First, the bible went.
Then the cross necklace.
Everything had to go.
I needed help.
Need help,
but where are you?
God, the savior of all,
the hero.
Where are you?
Because I've looked long and hard,
hoping to finally see my salvation.
But,
no.
No one came as I was choked.
You didn't come when I was being tortured.
You stayed in heaven,
while I was living my own hell.
I did everything you wanted me to do.
I stayed faithful,
giving my testimony,
following your word.
But you let me down.
You always have.
"god loves his children"
No.
I thought I was a child of god.
Apparently not.
Because I am still here.
Inside the house of harm.
Inside the house of sin.
Evil lives here.
Before you tell me,
"don't give up,
I will come through,
it is just a trial"
answer me this,
where were you then,
and where are you
NOW?

Can you tell me the best riddle of all time?
Love.
It is a mystery.
The ultimate word in question.
Why has it lead me to where I am
today
Why?
What is love?

I love you
I love you for your personality.
I love it when you worry sick about me,
and you call out my name,
but I'm fine.
I just had to go for a bit.
I love you
for your scars,
they remind me that I am not alone
in this sick game of abuse
I love you
because you remind me that I have to be someone,
not no one.
Though not said,
you tell me I need to be here for you,
I need to let go of my past,
and help you with your future.
I love you
for everything you are,
and it doesn't matter what you think you're not.
You *are my everything.
Lover gurl,
*I love you

What do you do,
when everyone stops
giving a ****?
It seems like
they've given up on me.
I've given up on me.
I have tried so hard,
revealing so much in a little amount of time and yet,
no relief
my pain is eternal,
this blood flow will not cease.
I can't lift my head,
my neck is broken.
The world keeps spinning,
turning,
lurking.
I am expected to stay here,
but my tipping point is below the median.
Like a barrel,
I somehow keep rolling,
while the hoes
keep staring.
My life
has lost its voice.
I cannot be expected of, anymore.
Judge me not by my actions
but by the life in my eyes,
or leave me
*to die

The day I stop writing poetry,
i will be dead
The day i stop will be the day two planets crush into each other, forcing a title wave of kaboom.
The day I quit poetry, will be the day people stop loving.
The day I cease poetry, will be the day I win the **** lottery,
and we know how slim of a chance that is.
If you haven't gotten the hint,
I will never stop.
You can cut my hands off,
I will use my feet.
Cut my eyes out,
I will use my mind.
Cut off my ears, I will use my heart.
I am poetry.
You cannot stop me.
I will rush through you eventually,
filling your longs with my lustful nature.
I am bleeding diamonds,
when you see my diamond,
think of me.
Because I am poetry.
We are poetry.
I live in the ink,
between the keys,
and on this place we call
Hello Poetry.
My home is here.
Poetry will live forever.
**** e,
I will resurrect.
Shoot me,
i will heal.
Shut me out,
i will break in.
Because I am Poetry

I am done writing poetry,
this is my final goodbye to you, the people of Hello Poetry,
I hope you liked my poetry, but there will be no more.
Goodbye, and thank you for reading my work.
This was a good experience, but I won't ever come back.
I, Bleeding Diamonds, quit the hobby of poetry.
Again, thank you for being here for me.
So, I guess this is goodbye.
forever
Goodbye folks.
It was nice to read your work.
Many talented writers here.
Hope you'll miss me,
I know I sure will.
Goodbye everyone
goodbye hello poetry














Just kidding ;D

Human,
You are only a babe,
But there is so much I could tell you.
There are things that are gonna happen.
Bad things.
Things that are so ****** up,
You are going to want to give it all up for the sound of a glock.
But child,
There is a way.
You might get lucky,
If you are blessed enough to have a good mommy and daddy,
But for me,
I wasn’t so fortunate.
Through abuse, I cursed the world,
But I also learned to grow up without a helping hand.
If this is you,
Its really simple to crack a fake smile,
Say you’re okay,
And have nothing else to say,
But you will find hope somewhere.
These voices in your head are demons that want you to stop giving a ****.
But remember, everyone is born with a little bit of luck.
So make it count tonight,
Tear off these band-aids that were sowed to your skin to hide the bruises.
I want you to live,
Live a better life than I could ever look.
Find hope in the moon,
It is always watching.
Do not carry this burden if your life ends up being good.
But do not forget the souls trapped in their own hell.
Things can always get worse, yes.
But you are a beacon of hope,
You.
You are worth so much more than what they will tell you,
There are real people that will be unforgiving,
But you must find it in your heart
To forgive.
Its hard child.
But believe me,
You will find hope in the good things you do.
And this is because you were able to do what many others could not.
And as you cry tonight,
Waiting for care,
Remember this.
You are not alone.
But people will leave you.
People will abandon you.
They will stab your heart,
Just to see it bleed.
But hope is what you need.
Stand up child.
Stand up tall.
Raise a fist
And send the haters to hell.

Essential
Lovely
Soothing
*necessary

You said im an o.g
But i am just the same old me.
You told me i was a legend
I tell you im a writer
Nothing more
As you hold me up in such galor.
Im not an o.g
Never was
Truth is
There's little original about me.
I mean
Im not a sellout
I dont copy
But im not hype either.
My spirits get low.
Im not an o.g
Just let me be.
Dont try to lie to me
And tell me im great
Cuz **** well i aint.
Im no o.g
But thanks
*anyways

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.

If we consider ourselves as legends
There  will be no such thing as one.
Legends are the great.
And maybe  you are a legend.
I am not.
Right?
Poetry is legendary.
And we are a part of it
But  we are not to be self  proclaimed.
Legends are for others  to decide about ourselves
Not us.

You told me i make you smile.
i love to do it
See because i know more than i lead on
I see your pain,
Though i cant hear your voice.
I want to hold you.
I wish i could somehow take her hateful words away.
No one deserves hate.
And you, my friend knows what its like.
Somehow i know that you are like me,
always counting
Counting the times we fall,
The times we didnt get back up
And ***,
Know you are not alone.
Ive wanted to write you something special for a while now,
you know who you are
Just allow me to hold your hand,
Look into your eyes
since you love mine
And  let me tell you
To keep hold,
To never let go.
We are never born without purpose.
And yours,
Yours is gonna be big.
You just hold on.
The sky
All the stars,
Yours for the taking.
I cant tell you
What you mean to me.
You give me a child-like grin,
You often make my heaad spin,
And sometimes i want things to slow,
But you make my heart beat so fast.
You are special.
You will do great things
And when the curtain falls,
We are gonna give a big bow
*a job well done

Your lip quivers
Your body shivers
I know you're hurt.
Your heart is suffering internal damage.
I know you need someone to listen,
And be here.
So here i am.
I am standing here
Holding out my hand
To cover and hold your bruises.
To hold your body
And let you cry
On me.
You never deserved this
not him
Not the pain
You deserve love.
And i,
Love you.
And i hold you
To put your toubled mind
*to peace