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Sketcher Nov 2018
I wish I was invisible,
I could easily hide away,
This has to be a miracle,
A wish that will come true someday.

Sure, there are people that want to see me,
But they are just few less than a dozen,
I wish I could remove the debris cause,
The one who I want to see me, doesn’t.

She used to see me quite clearly,
Back when I think and hope she cared,
Back when there was intimacy,
When I held her when she was scared.

I will cover up with fake emotion,
Until I can finally realize,
That there are many fish in the ocean,
Fish that are venomous sharks I despise.
Even though there are more fish in the sea, most of them are toxic.
Sketcher Nov 2018
You gave me a feeling that I can not replicate,
And I can't always see you because you sit and wait,
For another man that poisons you and even deflates,
Any chance of learning love in a positive way,
You know this already, but you still play his game,
As I am out preaching, he is butchering your name,
I think it's about time you knock him out of the frame,
All he's brought in the past is depression and shame,
I have to sit in sadness while he calls you babe,
My love is depleting, this does not feel great,
For some reason, your presence forever elates,
Still something on my chest when I'm around you, it's weight,
Tryna' keep my distance but not completely go away,
My feelings are dulling quickly, turning from white to gray,
My life portrays the perfect 'heart broken man' cliche,
My emotions were treated like some game you play.
I made this poem exactly two months after I made my poem, "I Wait". That was surprisingly completely unintentional, but worked perfectly.
Sketcher Nov 2018
My brain is falling down the ladder,
Feeling rain,
Into the hands of the kidnapper,
His name is Cain,
He's tired of this slacker,
That's yet to remain,
He's the attacker,
I hope that I'm able to figure it out,
Like a staple in my brain without a doubt,
Although its painful,
I must be stable throughout,
This life with no label,
One strike and I'm out.
My first poem that I ever attempted to create. Started creating poems when I was 16, January 15th, 2018. And I must say, naming my first poem Genesis was a great way to start my "poetry career".
Sketcher Nov 2018
I feel a mad rush of violence soar,
Throughout my veins and out my pores,
I feel things I know not what for,
A battle inside of myself to restore,
A stable mentality or else I'm done for,
My inner self is becoming a civil war,
This shall last forever no nevermore,
Bringing what's inside into the outdoor.
Sketcher Nov 2018
I'm basically a poet that likes to read fast,
I won't perform it unless I'm formally asked,
I'm finally devoted to the universal cast,
I could leave if I was promoted but that would come last.
Sketcher Nov 2018
Raging on the internet about things that don't matter,
Trying to get mingled into the great party chatter,
Who's on the other side a chef or karate master,
Whoever it is no it won't end with hearty laughter,
About to blow up the web ending up in disaster,
Typing keys fingers on fire but I need to type faster,
I'll pound on this board until my bones end up all shattered,
You're about to see what I've prepared on this bare platter,
I sit down at a dinner table but that's all after,
I step back to real life into this polluted pasture,
But what the heck's wrong; probably the under-cooked batter,
Everything is wrong because everything can be cancer,
Planting anger to your heart cause' I'm a feeling planter,
Flip over the table and pull out a rusty dagger,
Stab it in your brain pull out mainframe cause I'm a hacker,
You've tried to run away but i stuck you with a tracker,
Did I really leave or am I back at the adapter,
It's been whole entire hours and I still haven't even scampered,
What is real and important I don't know I've been fractured,
I better call my wife over for my meal and ask her,
When was the last time we went... wait I'm alone and sadder,
The computer ****** me away there goes my real stature,
I fall on my hands to the ground to clutter and clamber,
Head first into a wall but I ain't no Green Bay Packer,
I'm knocked out fast put in hospital then I remember,
She told me computer or her but I gave no answer,
I need to talk to her not in this setting or manner,
Quick pain followed by a flatline I've sadly been captured.
Sketcher Nov 2018
I can't wait for winter break,
Too much work and my brain aches,
Could just stop that's all it takes,
But I'm doing this for their sake,
Learn things for tests no mistakes,
Relate fingers to great lakes,
Superior till' I break,
To Michigan that's the stakes,
Get her on to take the cake,
Ontario has the steak,
More eerie than poison snakes,
To remember words and shapes,
That's what's done rewind the tapes.
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