I
Am
Insane
   Please
     Send
       Help
I'm
Feeling
  Lonely
   Here
    By
     Myself
Save
Me
Save
   Me
I
Am
  Out
    Of
      Control

A
Downward
   Spiral
    With
      Words
        Diagonal

My
Perceptions
  Skewed
   Diagonal
     I
       Fall

I
Am
  Unstable
    Hear
     My
       Call
                        Save
                       Me
                      Save
                     Me
This.                        Poems
                   A
Mess.                     And
                    I.            
My.                         Friends
                 Am
Nothing.                         More
                 Or
Less.                      Than

A.                           Mess
          

                                                    ­     I'm a mess
I'm a mess...
  1d Semicolon
Kwamé
We're all chasing the same thing
Looking for someone to take the pain away

I paid attention and saw what you were going thru.
You hoist all this pressure upon yourself
and I dont know why.
You'll never make it to the mountaintop,
If you dont share your burdens.
You've tried many times
and I know you're tired of starting over,
So let me be that becaon of hope,
Your lighthouse during stormy seas.

And she says
I know you're trying,
And I really appreciate the effort,
But begone boy, you'll never
Understand me
Author Note: It's conversation.
First part, her voice. Second part, his voice. Third part her voice
We followed the melody into the forest
Sweet song slowly soaking through
We envied our ears
That danced with the notes
And followed the keys like stones
Laid out into the woods
Speakers formed from the hollows
The earth beneath our feet
Thrummed with the bass
Hummed with the voices
So lost into the forest we go
When the voices formed
Into ethereal dancers
We stared
We were afraid but we saw
Art that swayed and breathed
And glowed
With graceful hands they offered
Gilded cups filled to the brim
Our very own melody
Should we choose to be
Into this forest and never go
For one second we thought
But that was all it took
With parched throats
We followed the melody into the forest
And never looked back
After the very last drop
I’ve always believed in fairies, and the very possibility of them existing is fascinating to me. Maybe I wouldn’t mind staying once I’ve followed the music they’re playing.
  2d Semicolon
Rh
The marks and bruises on my body
daddy says don't show
His voice in my head
screaming  "don't tell"
Daddy says it's okay to be a whore
He says it's okay to earn what you eat
But then why to i feel filthy everynight after he is done?
Why can't i wash the filth away?
Is daddy doing something wrong
or is it just me?
Forget me
iam just being paranoid
Daddy is never wrong.
Pain,confusion and blind love
  2d Semicolon
Rh
Defined as the very darkest colour
like night or coal.
A colour used to define us,
to undermine and determine us.
Killed for wearing a hoodie.
Killed for breathing and being.
Our ''black'' blood is poured into white painted mugs
and when it can no more,
it spills over.
Our ''black'' blood is littered on the streets of THE BRONX.
All these injustice are slapped onto newspapers,
a few blogs and protests
but the justice system is never put to tests.
My black is beautiful.
My complextion has already granded me a million dollar tan,
my thirsty dry ass hair defies humidity.
My black beauty is earned NOT GRANTED
does not lose confidence when challenged.
My black is beautiful
therefore powerful
My black is swagg therefore never wag.
EMBRACE YOUR BEAUTY
  2d Semicolon
Rh
I gave you my heart.
A red veined jewel.
You played ball with it,
slam-dunked and passed it
and you painted beautiful art with it.
Tied it around your forehead just for show
with no purpose to live.
You just kept on taking,
taking without giving
with no remorse in the making.
I wore my heart on my sleeve around you
but all you did was rip the sleeve with my heart in tow.
You just kept on plucking the veins from it.
Deflating it vein by vein.
I was never good enough for you.
I was never PERFECT enough for you.
You created your own Halo
forcing me to bow down to you.
Me having to hide my tears
just so you could have something to pride over
was never an ache
yet here I am writing this with heartache.
heartbreak is ever easy
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