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Middy Nov 2017
they lied to me
when they said
they'd be kind as princesses
and quiet as mice
but if it were true
why are my ears covered?
why am i crying?
why am i shaking like mad?
why am i running away,
escaping from everything?

why?
why do they do this?
my hands are still shaking
as i write on this tear stained page

my head is resting
(but not in peace)
on top of my aching arms
my eyes are shut tight
not opening or seeing

am i awake?
am i asleep?
am i alive or dead?

no one knows
not even i
who would care about me anyway
i wote this after a breakdown i had about my noise. i also am stressed due to issues at home. sorry for not writing guys
Middy Oct 2017
did you hear the news?
a boy is missing
several boys are missing
but no one cares
all caught up in their own situations

the million
maybe few million
maybe one million
that are noticing
move on within a month or two

does anyone notice the mother crying
does anyone notice their father is depressed
that child could've changed the world
he could have saved humanity
but the child is missing
stolen or dead
running or lying still
awake or asleep

there's a missing seat at school
well that's easily replaced
but at home
the empty seat isn't as easy to hide
Middy Oct 2017
he brought a gun to school
with the lesson in a form of a bullet
he is the one around that everyone fears
the one you must and shall obey
his knuckle duster harder
than the front of a car
his fingernails ******
with the blood of his victims

the teacher
the one who preaches in the lessons
who pays no attention to the cold words
the violence and the red stain in the hallways
the teacher
he said to us
about a new boy around
his face is darker than chocolate
and has a gleaming happy smile
but with feelings of nerve

he said to treat him well
to be good little boy
to tell him what good little students we are
to show him all the harsh rules

did we understand?
that was the question asked
what did we all answer at the end of the day?
yes sir!

but soon
his dark skin was bleeding
bruised and beaten
black and blue
his eyes had a blacker ring
his nerves were skyrocketting
his happy smile gone
in one single punch
one cruel word
that was all it took
now there is a hole
a bullet hole in his kind heart
can you find the bully's backstory? comment it down and i'll happily repost a random poem of yours. :)
i will reveil the winner at any time so search hard!
here's a clue: it causes bruises. many use it everyday. someone can be hurt by it. anytime, anywhere.
ps: im writing on school computers so sorry for any mistakes
Middy Oct 2017
There's a boy being beaten
By with nails and weapons
For no reason
He was only a little different
He was innocent
Yet what do people do about it?
Do they run to help and see what's wrong?

THEY HIDE!
THEY HIDE BEHIND TVS
THEY HIDE BEHIND RADIOS
THEY HIDE BEHIND CAMERAS
VIDEO TAPES AND PHONES
THEU JUST HIDE
AND DONT DO A THING

What about that girl in the video?
Telling stories on paper
With a marker as her voice
Her eyes of sadness
Hidden behind the frame
As she cries
And begs for help

She's dead now
Becuase no one told her
Things would be ok
No one stopped the torment
The embarrassment
The shame

Are you embarrassed now?
Good thing it reminds me of death
Because six million died

BUT NO ONE DID A THING
THEY COULD BE LIVING
THEY COULD BE HAPPY
BUT WE ALL HID
BEHIND RADIOS
AND NEWSPAPERS
AND NOBODY DARED
TO TAKE A STAND
AGAINST THE BULLY
THE MONSTER
THE MURDERER WHO DID THIS
I was extremely frustrated as you can tell.
The first bit about a boy is a real story  about an autistic boy was beaten up by bullies
I can't explain what happened as it's too graphic for me to say and it just breaks my heart. Another bit mentions Amanda Todd who commit suicide after being bullied online. Another mentions things  in World War II when people just hid behind TV screens and did nothing for 6 million Jews were killed in concentration camps by monsters  Who believed in  some stupid lies which causes millions of deaths. Deaths of children who don't even deserve it
I hope you will never go through something like this again
If the world for that matter
Middy Oct 2017
There's a city of lavender
Beyond the fields of green
Turning grey with the sky
There's fog
Purple smoke
Everywhere
It surrounds the tall buildings
Hidden in the stormy clouds
Electrifying the sky
Brightening the darkness
A bittersweet drop of rain
Starts to fall
And thousand more droplets
Create tear puddles on the ground
For the children in red wellingtons
To dance around and splash
And for the depressed and alone
To hide their salty tears
Middy Oct 2017
Hello mother, hello father
I’m doing fine
No I ain’t I cried again today

Hello teacher, little preacher
Why are you screaming
Cos your shouts make me want to
Shout out loud myself

Hello sister, little mistress
It’s ok I’m fine
Just had another bad day
Which I can’t get out my mind

Hello brother, from another
I had a horrible day
Just leave me to be locked away
Far from my reality
Based off of a bad day I had yesterday
I had a meltdown and my English teacher was the only teacher who cared
  Oct 2017 Middy
sadgirl
sometimes
i pray for you
not to god,

but to all
the dead poets
we love,

they are all
pretentious pushpin
ghosts, gapping out

of skin
and turning around
to devour,

rumi always asks for me
to listen, and i see
why i pray in the first place

not for your salvation,
but so you can blossom
into the warrior

i know you are
Middy, you are amazing.
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