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You tell me to sit down
But I'm gonna stand right up
I don't want to hide what I'm all about
I gotta let the words flow out
No I don't care what they say about me
This is who I am, now can you see

Maybe I'm not good enough
Maybe sometimes life's just tough
Maybe I don't have anyone to care about
Maybe that's because I can trust no one

You had such a warm touch
I don't understand why you hurt me so much
Yeh you unfroze my heart
Just so you could burn it
Just tell me something...
Are you happy now...? Cause maybe I'm not

Maybe I once meant something
Maybe I should just stop thinking
Maybe you should take a bow
Maybe I should give up now

Maybe I want to get my words out there
Cause maybe I want to know someone cares
Cause maybe I want people to know my name
Oh yes I'm talking about fame
Maybe I want to make a scene
Or maybe I don't because being famous is too mainstream

Maybe my words not worth much
Maybe I'm not either
Maybe I should just stop writing
Maybe I'll never achieve anything

But maybe I will, cause I've never loved anything as much as I love...

Maybe I'm not that bad
Maybe people do care
Maybe there are people I can trust
Maybe tears won't make me rust
But I'm not fussed
Cause maybe I care about you all too much
And I know I say it a lot
Because maybe I don't need all this fairytale stuff
Cause maybe you all make me feel ok
And maybe it's because I could never love one person as much as I love all of you...
A word to my followers:
Go with the flow, but don't be afraid to escape it.

A word to my friends:
What is wrong with you all, why are you still my friends.

A word to my haters and enemies:
Rock on guys, you're doing a good job :)
I just want to spin in circles til everything makes sense.












Who wants to spin with me?
 Aug 2014 Elizabeth P
ern kingham
I remember the first time someone explained to me what the word gay meant.
We were in middle school
Playing on the swing set behind Stoy Elementary
"He’s so gay," she said
Bitter disgust poured out of her mouth with every syllable
I could not think as to why being happy could be such a horrible thing
And so I asked
My exact words being
“Whats so wrong with being happy?”
Now both my friends looked at me weird
“Don’t you know what gay means?”
“Doesn’t it mean to be happy?”
“You’re such a little kid, gay does not mean happy. Gay is a boy who likes another boy”
I stood there wondering why it mattered so much that a boy liked another boy;
why it was such a distasteful thing.
And why it meant gay couldn’t still mean happy.
 Aug 2014 Elizabeth P
Latiaaa
I don't like you. But I like you. It's complicated.
The thing about me you see
Is I'm afraid to be me
So held down by these chains I wear
Cause I'm afraid to be free

Free your mind
Free yourself
Free your hands
Then free everyone else

The thing about me you see
Is I fall in love to easily
So caught up in a fairytale
Cause I'm afraid of what I won't find

Find your muse
Find your love
Find your friends
Then find ascension above

The thing about me you see
Is I'm blind to my own problems
So afraid to see what's right in front of me
I'm a victim of my mind's judgement

Judge your perfections
Judge your flaws
Judge your reflection
Then judge no one else cause...

The thing about me you see
Is I have troubles accepting the truth
Cause when everything I know is false
I'm afraid I can't trust a word you say

Say what you want
Say what you need
Say anything you want to say
Then say you'll no longer make yourself bleed

The thing about me you see
Is I've forgotten who I am
I'm no longer ok, I don't know how to get away
Cause I've abandoned all my plans

Plan your future
Plan your past
Plan what's next
Then plan what's last

The thing about me you see
Is I don't know what to do
I'm lost inside my sorrow, still hanging on til tomorrow
Cause I'm afraid of what you'll do to my heart if I let myself forgive you

You set me free
You're what I'd always hoped I'd find
You know there's no way I can judge you
Then you know I'd mispronounce every word I'd try to say

The thing about me you see
Is I've given up my plans
Cause they all involved you know who
And that's fine, cause who needs her
When I'm happy being with you...
Who are you
A poet he says
Just because you string a line of words together doesn't make you a poet, you're not even very good at it, and I know you know it.
Maybe he says
I don't get you
I'm complicated he says
I hate you and you're a terrible poet.
I know he says.
Just giving myself  a bit of criticism.
"Suddenly I See" (KT Tunstall)
Just how "Heartless" (A Day To Remember)
You are cause, "I'm The Best Thing That Never Happened" (We Are The In Crowd)
To you, all you wanted was my "Attention" (We Are The In Crowd)
Now that's gone so "What Do You Want From Me" (Adam Lambert)
And I bet "If I Leave" (A Day To Remember)
Then you'll start to "Breakdown" (Tonight Alive ft Benji Madden)
Cause you're such a "Lonely Girl" (Tonight Alive)
So I'll "Stay, Stay, Stay" (Taylor Swift)
If you'll "Kiss Me Again" (We Are The In Crowd ft Alex Gaskarth)
I have two other poems like this, I think they're titled What Was The Name Of That Song, and  What Was The Name Of That Song Again
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