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Daddy says join the football team.
Daddy says answer me when he talks.
Daddy says be the best.
Daddy says be a man.
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But I wish not to be a footballer.
Or any kind of sportsman.
I wish to write.
I wish to read.
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As much as I long for the words.
The ones that form in my head.
They cannot be spoken.
They cannot be heard.
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Being the best is what I want.
Yet it is so hard if you know not what the best is.
I am not the best.
I am never the best.
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How am I to be a man if no-one will show me what a man is.
My father is a strange man, one who beats his son.
My father is not a man.
My father is not a man.
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Kayla Bellinger Jul 2014
Pounding is my chest
Is the heart that you awoke
Fires of muted lust

If you feed the flame
The blaze will rise and conquer
The sane part of me

But where have you gone?
I'm waiting for your arms now
Hopelessly in love

One night in Heaven
Can't surmount your tried deceit
You don't want me now

Away from the calm
Memory of deserted beach
I am still alone
Su Jun 2014
It was like the room was mute
After our boundary dispute
You are a person of repute
Taking over my pursuit
I wish you'd not commute

but everything is so quiet
(these poems are on my blogger)
DEFINITIONS  
*dispute : a fight *
* repute: having high hopes
* pursuit : dreams and goals*
* commute : to leave *
MBishop Jun 2014
I really wish we were better
I wish we were the scenarios that I never stop creating
Because all this time I kept telling myself we would be so perfect
And yet it's been 10 months and I still can't seem to construct a logical sentence around you.

I really am witty and capable of speaking, trust me
It's just when you enter my vicinity you take all my words and smart-*** remarks away
All I can focus on is how beautiful you are and the fallacy of my ever growing affection for you

So I understand why you don't talk to me and
I don't blame you for wanting someone else

I thought I could get better over time but obviously that isn't the case
I'll just remain worth this strip of duct tape over my face
15:02 you're just far too cool for me
To be heard
To be listened to
Both portray the same act,
yet serve a different purpose

"They hear these words that escape her mouth,
but they dont listen..

"They listen to the song she sings,
but they dont hear the messege it brings"

For she is trapped deep in the gutters of her soul
Voiceless.
Sometimes, silence speak louder than words.

— The End —