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 Sep 2014 Unwanted
Riot
silence
 Sep 2014 Unwanted
Riot
the silence screams the truth
*the darkness screams the lies
 Sep 2014 Unwanted
Riot
monster
 Sep 2014 Unwanted
Riot
mommy i can't sleep
there is a monster
can't you see it?

mommy didn't believe me

mommy i can't sleep
i'm thinking in my head
every night a monster
comes into my bed

mommy didn't believe me

mommy there is a monster
its not under my bed
its not in my closet
but its not in my head

mommy said to me

child i will tuck you into your bed and tomorrow you'll see
there is no monster
you're playing make believe


as i cried in my bed
knowing what's to come
i wanted for my mom
to at least acknowledge what monster he has become

so in the middle of the night
as i saw the monster come
i screamed for my mother

not a sound
but his breathing
not a word
but
"it's ok

*my mother denies the monster
in my father
 Sep 2014 Unwanted
Riot
bridge
 Sep 2014 Unwanted
Riot
i walk onto nothing
and make a bridge
**but it's burning behind me
 Sep 2014 Unwanted
Riot
we walk through the forest
we take a step in the light
we never wanna stop
but we have to rest sometimes

i try to stop to tell you
we're almost there
hold on
but in the darkest meadow
no words can be drawn
so we walk
and walk
and walk
until we're tired of the dark
and it's then that i realize
i was walking by a spark

i try to tell you
" it speaks! i speaks!"
but you stare at me and i see you think
nothing speaks in the meadow
only silence guides the weak

but what if weakness
is in the mind?


so i try to bring you to the other side of me
to see the lightning spark
but all you say to me is:
*"it's beautiful in the dark"
I
I know that I am not important to you at all
I'm just the girl who's there
and I know that you will forget me possibly after this year or the next
and I also know that you will never like me--
because I'm over dramatic and boring and depressing as hell
and I'm not beautiful or even remotely pretty
and because you are simply too good for me
II.
but
before you forget me
and before you completely underestimate my importance in your life
before you forget the name of the girl that's just there
before you tell her yes
before you leave
III.*
Please know that I think that you are beautiful with sun-kissed skin and dark brown eyes that will forever orbit my mind
Please know that everything about you is perfect in a not-so-perfect way and that even though I hate that you cut your hair it still looks as soft as ever
also
know that you are probably the reason I don't actually study in study hall
and that all those times I asked for help I actually already know the math
remember Madison Square Park?
When I said goodbye and you told me not to leave,
well I stayed up all night wondering what you meant by *don't go

most importantly--
Please know that I love you
I am okay with you forgetting the girl that sat in the last row in class
and I'm okay with you never loving me--because to be honest, I don't blame you
and I am okay with you completely underestimating my existence
but I am not okay and will never be okay if you do not remember that you are perfect in a not-so-perfect way and that you are beautiful; with sun-kissed skin and dark brown eyes that will forever orbit my mind
and even though you will never read this
I'll make sure of it
I only have one more thing to say
*don't go
she was a fallen angel
too cracked to be put back together
and too broken to even care

nobody knew that she was crying every night
and that her bubble was popping
nobody read the dark poetry
and nobody saw the twisted soul
all they saw were the straight A’s and the bright future
nobody saw what it took to get there

it had taken her happy life and marred it with
constant disapproval
and with constant comparison
why is he getting better grades than you?
why did she get first place?
at one point she just stopped caring

They saw her on the street
taking a long drag wearing the same clothes she used to frown upon
they looked at her with pity and wondered
what happened to the girl with straight A’s and a bright future?

Her pretty face was destroyed by piles of makeup
and all her memory was in the cupboard that had all the Jack Daniels
her trophies were somewhere in a stranger’s home; she had sold it
when she couldn’t pay rent
and all everybody asked was
what happened to the girl with straight A’s and a bright future?
maybe they’d get an answer if they had asked
what happened to her happy life and her spirit?
what happened to her pretty face and where’s her bible now?
but they never asked that
no they’d never asked that
so her happy life and her spirit were torn apart by a demon called hope
it had killed everything inside
and her pretty face has aged with wrinkles caused by piles of makeup
her bible was the guy on the corner
that sold the stuff that was killing her inside

but all they ever asked was
what happened to the girl with straight A’s and a bright future?
well, she had died
(h.l.)
i've written a lot of poems and never put them on here so this is an old one actually
 Sep 2014 Unwanted
Faith
fragility
 Sep 2014 Unwanted
Faith
when I first met him
I was not fragile
I was a lion, brave and proud
yet, I was a lamb
innocent and docile
searching for love in the wrong places

he turned the lion in me into a coward
the lamb was slaughtered
the only thing left was a tiny soul
shattered and broken, scared of loving ever again
hiding and shivering in the abyss

then you came along
a light in the darkness
you reached out a gentle hand
shaking with uncertainty, I took it
you led me out of the dark, filled my empty shell with love
I am not a lion, nor a lamb
with you, I am a fawn
shy and uncertain

there's a wolf inside you, dear
neither violent nor vicious
your teeth are sharp, but they do not ****
you protect me
and you make this fragile soul feel a little less vulnerable
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