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 Nov 2015
AmyKatrinaSmith
He was beautiful and kind
he seemed like a gentleman so refined.

he made the first move, and asked to date me
I was so happy I said yes, and wrote it all down in my diary

The date was set, I should have know then it was going to end in tears
for the day was a day made up of fears
was this a sign I think so yes
the date was Friday the 13th
I should have laid this one to rest

The date went swimmingly he seemed so charming
but then something happened that was so alarming

whilst making love to me he uttered these words

Don't go falling in love with me

my belly that once was filled with butterflies and birds now filled with bats.
my heart sank, my body froze, I can't believe he just said that.

Don't go falling in love with me he said, as he was on top of me in his bed.
my eyes looking up to the ceiling
feeling so sad they filled with tears
he was unaware of how I was feeling.

Don't go falling in love with me
Those words echoed in my mind
how can he be so cruel when he seemed so kind

Don't go falling in love with me
I've never felt so used, I've never felt so *****
A cheap sleep around I have never been accused I'm not Even flirty.

Don't go falling in love with me
too late I already fell.
I loved everything, your eyes, your laugh, your smell.

Don't go falling in love with me
Those words will haunt me for all time
I gave you everything but then in a instant I realised you was never to be mine.
 Nov 2015
Cat Fiske
I hate myself,
I hate myself,

don't you **** ever think I loved myself,

no way in hell could I ever,
I'm ****** sure to never tell,

tell what you ask?

on how I came to hate myself,

on how I came to hate every last thing,
about,
myself.
 Nov 2015
Brandy Nicole
The taste you leave
After you run away
leaving me,
alone in a haze.
Its like fire in my veins
A burning desire.
And everytime I reach for you
It's like grabbing smoke
I wish I could be done with you
Wash you away
Then maybe then
When the numbness sets in
and I fade,
then can I  finally breath
 Nov 2015
Cat Fiske
I have no sense of pride
when I wake up each morning
to get ready for school.
I do not wish to be here;
not because
I just don’t want to go to school
like most kids,
It’s because I myself
and so many others
have felt what it feels
to be victims here inside these schools.

When you're a victim
you face a fear of similar acts
repeating again,
it's like waking up
and expecting someone to punch you
and knowing you can avoid it.
school is like the punch,
and we show up each day,
waiting for the punch
to strike us down,

we could avoid it
by not showing up,
but we have to show up,
so there's no way out
of the fear.
When you're a victim
of verbal abuse
you never know when it's going to strike,

when someone speaks to you
you're left on edge all the time,
when it happens due to
staff and students
nothing seems safe anymore.
You lose your trust,
you lose your friends
you lose your freedom of safety.

Sadly, most of the time
when someone becomes a victim
of verbal abuse,
the teachers causes it to occur
for two reason;
the first,
because they allow it to happen
and second
the worst
they do it themselves
to the students.

In the classroom
you're there to learn.
No wonder students
have picked-up it's allowed
to put down someone
for being different in any way.
If we learn from our teachers,
and they have taught their students
it's okay to put others down,
how do you blame the students then?

How can you blame students
for learning how to harass a kid
if a teacher single handedly
gave them permission?
When they were being mentored in
the act of putting down,  
instead of raising someone
who was a little weaker up?

How can you undo the damage
put onto the victims
who no longer want to walk into school
but still do each and everyday
because
they have to?
How can you deny a kid
their right to sit in guidance
instead of go to that class
when they are being mistreated
and harassed?

How can you Punish these kids
with detentions
when they have been through worse punishment
than you have the power to give out
with a yellow slip?
When they all say
“it's my word against an adults”
when I’ve heard
the same cries and tears
poor out of girls and boys
who hate it here
because they feel their voices
are unheard,

there issue has never been handled right.
“I reported the teacher
and it's like nothing happened
and only made my time
in that class worse”
“They told me I can't
report the teacher
and I have to report
the students,
How do I report
almost all my class?
someone or probably everyone
will give me a problem
when they get back?”
How do you honestly solve that?

You can’t fix the damage that has been done.
The faculty here
has put students
against students
while they sit back for their amusement,
its sickening
that we allow schools
to partake into such crimes,
To allow Faculty
to insult individual students,
based on their biased opinions
on their Ethnicity,
Religion,
Gender,
and Disabilities.
This is considered a Hate Crime.

Schools Supporting Hate Crimes
and doing absolutely nothing
but skating around the issue
as if that will stop
the appalling act
from happening.
Fooling Around,
to Teasing,
to Playful Jokes,
to Hurtful Ones,
To Insulting Ones considering to be bullying,
Than lead to the start of Harassment,
and Verbal abuse of an individual,
That Can From there,
only move forward
unless the victim is removed
from the environment,
to becoming a Hate Crime.
Hate crimes, how they cycle through schools, and how usually nothing is done.
 Oct 2015
Lottie
I want to be perfection
But think of all the pizza
I'd have to stop eating.
Oh God, the horror.
 Oct 2015
Dreams of Sepia
Three hours sleep last night
I still can't sleep
though it's long past midnight
two, three a.m has slipped
by & I cannot deny
it's time to feel tired
It's not thinking of you
that's keeping me awake for once
not all my worries
or a film or even this poem
a mystery, my lack of sleep
perhaps it's the lack of rain
or the fact that there's no moonlight
to soothe & lull my eyes
I should never hold
political discussions with anyone
at night,
I know.
 Oct 2015
Cat Fiske
people come and go,
and save your soul,
for things that are worth your breath that you breathe,

and as every good thing comes to an end,
you hope to god for it to stay forever,
hopping for it to last forever as if wishing the sun to not set every night.

but as time passes you must realize,
like the wind blow away and is gone,
as will you be one day,

so make most of each moment,
as if it is the very last day,
with things that feel like love,

because like the things that save you now,
cannot be able to save you later as they do now,
as you see your only safe for the moment.
I found safety in a little thing, and it i slowly slowly showing me I need to find safety in myself, and not worry about the other stuff.
 Sep 2015
NeroameeAlucard
Like common said back in the day I used to love Her, all of her from her head to her feet she meant nothing less than the world to me. But sadly it was never meant to be between you and me distance can sever heartstrings. It was distance and jealousy and past pain that corrupted her and killed it. ****...

Let me go back to where it all started, we met through Facebook, the venting place of the brokenhearted, it started strong we hit it off fast and our feelings for each other grew as strong as the grass. We talked everyday consistently, my heart was there with her because she was so far away from me.

But what was once sweet turned bitter as our love crawled down the *******, I tried my best to keep it going but from my eyes tears started flowing.

But honestly that taught me several valuable lessons, for one thing jealousy should be the last and deadliest sin. But if there's one piece of advice I can give,
To everybody out there, learn to forgive.
This is about my ex....
 Sep 2015
NeroameeAlucard
There's only so much bitter water,
That a human being can swallow
Before the taste rots my mouth
And seeds grow of doubt
That sweetness and joy will arrive tomorrow.

I have taken life's medicine.
Sometimes I've overdosed
I try to be optimistic but guilt is imperialistic.
It's like staring into a mirror, and seeing only forlorn hope
 Sep 2015
Brandy Nicole
You were a cliché
Sinatra song, and
Like Frank you flew
Me to the moon.
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