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Luvanna Jun 19
In my dream last night
I was blunt and brave
I have my own voice
In my dream last night
I wasn't afraid to stand alone
And made my own decisions
In my dream last night
I was a puppet who finally cut free
From the strings controlling my behaviour
And have my own muscles
In my dream last night
I have my own capitalized 'I'
Luna Jay Mar 27
My sixth sense slips
Through parted lips.
I started swaying my hips
To the melodic motion
Of my words.
Moving to my meaning-
Standing here, silently screaming.
I am gleaming
With tears that run down my cheeks-
Vulnerable to anyone
Doing the dance of my inner freak.
I leak compassion and
Become myself.
Thorns Feb 19
Don't you know how some of us feel sometimes?
Don't you know what some of us do to ourselves sometimes?
No, you don't know, nor would you care
Some of cut, cry, try to **** or all three and more to ourselves
But even if you knew you would just say aloud or flaws,
Criticize our looks,
Or beat us to the ground...
Because that's what the world thinks of people like me
They scoff in disgust of our loves and sexualities
They beat us till we suffer from LIVING
The one thing they WON'T do is,

E N D  O U R  S U F F E R I N G
"Just leave the goth chic in the back alone."
"I'm. Not. Goth."
   "Whatever you re your a FREAK! A ******!"
Then kicks me till I'm on the ground.

All because I just think dying is better, I like black,
and I sing MCR and Panic!

Like ***!
Xallan Jan 11
Go hard, or go home, right?
I'd rather cut off my hands at the wrists
Than make a little incision.
No temptation to take a blade to my throat,
Then, because I wouldn't have any hands,
Just bleeding stumps, see?
No hands, no grip,
No blood, no life.
Nothing but a pitiful excuse for a body
Without life. With severed hands,
And nothing to serve with
But glances of pity and sob stories
To warn your children not to be like me.
Useless excuse for a person
Who handicapped themselves!
It's so ridiculously stupid, it's downright comical.
The men who freed themselves will
Laugh their little heads off at this.
They might take a look
At the space that their hands compose so
Effortlessly
And perhaps wonder empathetically
What might drive me to discard so many
Perfectly designed atoms designed subpar.
Maybe a brighter one will realize
The truth- it's psychological
No hands, no touch
No touch, no feel.
Right?
Philomena Dec 2018
I don't understand why you
Love a freak like me
Play with fire
Dance with the devil

You took the monster out from under your bed
And Invited it under the covers

And sure i'm warm
And I feel safe and loved like I never have before
But I don't understand
Why you love a freak like me
Don't you hate it when 2 am you makes you question regular you, and then regular you begins to question everything around you and then you're thinking about this crap and not your final exams and yea...
Authentic Rose Dec 2018
My heart is already broken,
Are you satisfied?
Are you happy now?
You ruined my life

I loved you,
But, you are freak
Because you hurt me

The truth is,
You make me fool

© Authentic Rose
© 2018 Authentic Rose (All rights reserved)
Keith Mitchell Nov 2018
dream within a dream
me just stomping around in my subconscious lucid dream
corner turned
it’s us just short
passionate embrace
spiritual kiss
eyes ardent as before
combination solved to this complex situation
can we start with a friendship
just a freak in your mind
is that the extent of your creativity
i think not
did you just paint a ****** painting of me
and I ask in the dream
can we be friends
start of something great
you reached for me
the embrace of a hug I remember all to well
it was the quiver that got my attention
never in a dream
something as original
sun or moon
touching my heart
present quiver love
when I wake up
I’m content
profundity is you
haunting question
where do I find unconditional love besides my own
aesthetic little boy in me flipping over every rock in sight
Alexx Luceanu Oct 2018
They call you a freak,
**** those clowns,
Don’t associate with people who get you down.
@copyright 2018 Luke Wallace
Wyatt Aug 2018
I can tell you’re a freak
by how your hands
wrap around my throat.
You establish dominance,
you shut me down.
I’ve seen this before,
I’ve felt this before.
The lust between us
put a target on my back.
You sent a shiver
down my spine,
shook me to my core
then you took my heart
with you back to your door.
It’s only natural, it’s obvious.
I’m meant to be owned by you
with nothing at all in return.

I picked out locks
to get into hearts
I had no business being in.
I took your bait,
settled in and got comfortable
as your trapdoor caught me.
I took just a shot of her
then I found myself
at the bottom of the bottle,
addicted to her taste.
I’m drunk on a girl
who knows her way.
Her legs wrap around me
like a snake with her prey.
I’m drunk on a girl who knows her way, she’s a freak of nature.
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