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Sam Edwards Feb 2015
Unworthy.
Unwanted. Unloved.
I am human, yes. But I am not a person.
A person is someone. I am no one.
I am as significant as a grain of salt in the sea.
As missed as the first rain drop of the flood.
My own government has told me I am insignificant.
Unworthy of the protection given to my kin.
All because of who I am within.
I am not a person.
I am a sin.
A disease to be executed. Before I can infect.
A human with a defect.
I am unbeknownst to my brothers.
Walking up and down steps a stranger.
My true feelings unwanted.
I am needed for my smile,
Giving others sun, while drowning in denial.
So unloved that my own parents sit in silence.
Saying they don't want to hurt me,
While their unsounding words scathe deep.
Feelings as unexplored as fathoms,
forced to only steep.
Unprepared for the world,
Undecided in who I am,
Unwilling to admit, that I am unhappy.
I am an unperson. I do not matter.
Sitting alone, while my whole world is untethered.
I am unwelcome to this place, and to my mind.
Forced to leave unexpressed,
As my sanity is undefined.
Blood means nothing once it's faded away,
Or maybe it never had the chance to stay.
Genetics don't mean a thing,
When you've never had the chance to know.
Blood means nothing,
Because you don't care so now I don't care.
If one day you decide to care,
Well then you've lost your chance.
You can see the blood smeared on the walls.
They mean nothing at all.
Our blood has now changed.
Goodbye to a never known "man."
Awesome Annie Feb 2015
He showed up with flowers I didn't deserve.
My hair uncontrollable and my dress to short.
He said my name but it held no meaning in his mouth,
spit out without savouring.
I didn't know what to say when he expressed my beauty.

To much wine can make me bold.
Mouth has no filter,
cheeks flushed pink and my smile to free.
My laughter bursting brightly.
I began to notice his smile,
the silkiness of his voice.

He took my hand in his and there was no spark,
no strangled butterflies.
I fumbled awkwardly and he stared to hard.
Eyes unreadable and yet I already knew.

He asked to come in and it hit me,
that I was tired of dreaming of you at my window,
I'm always sitting on the edge of sorrow.

He kissed me so deeply that it's amazing he didn't steal my breath.

******* me with eager hands,
his lips lost on skin.
Eyes closed tightly,
I embrace the moment of letting someone in.
To rough and undeserving,
no emotion,
just need.
" write a compassionate poem to describe him "
What word could deserve your definition?
Perfection is unworthy
Gracious, is it truly?

Rough hands so carelessly comforting
Eyes deeply embedded in a trance
A laugh so warm, to mimic the flames
But you are my fire
My every desire
Greyson Fay Jan 2015
Your eyes see a passionate love,
Burning hot and you expect me to rid you of all your pain.
But i already have enough strain.
In my head this is just a game, playing not to win, playing for your wishes, im a pawn on your chess board and you ,my fairest, are the mighty queen.
A mirror of another life
A flash of a tv show
As you scroll through the channels
Surreal,there is no emotion.
You can scream and yell and cry to the entire world!
but my broken radio will never pick up your signals.
I am alone,
Cut off from your love
Cut off from your hate
Hah.
marie w Dec 2014
IT HURTS BECAUSE
I DON'T EVEN KNOW
WHERE IT WENT WRONG,
WHEN YOU DECIDED
I WASN'T WORTH IT ANYMORE
m.w.
Just Melz Dec 2014
Dredging up memories
The past comes back to haunt me

Feeling so badly insecure
I'm starting to lose my composure

Why me?
Why be so friendly?
I'm fearing my destiny...

This endless, painful cycle
Finding myself caught by every obstacle.

The truth hurts,
Lies are worse...
I must be cursed.

I'm unworthy of love
**Cause me, you didn't think of...
Michelle Garcia Nov 2014
she was a novel
with twists and turns
the kind shoved behind
library bookshelves
and under heartsick beds

she spun words
into velvet
and they seeped
right through her lips
and onto his lonely skin

and oh, how she loved him
with the passion of a sunset
and the bravery of a child
and her words craved him
even more than she did

he was the reason why
her eyes strained a torturous fog
and her words clogged her throat
and a dozen unsent letters
desperately cluttered her room
and her words weren't velvet,
they were just word
and just like her,
they were not worth loving anymore
I need you.

I'm breaking down,
Pieces of my world shattering...
I feel like this is the end.

I don't want to alarm you,
It was never your fault,
But I've been lost in a dark place--
I drew butterflies on my wrist,
Because I cannot **** a butterfly.

But he would never believe me...

Were you ever in love with me?
Every action told me you were,
But his words made me believe he wasn't--
I started to think I couldn't be loved.
Should I believe it?
I don't want to tell him any words like this though...
I don't want to alarm him.

When the rain falls,
I will be waiting,
Smiling,
Knowing you will find me...
Lassipedes: Tired feet.
Unkown Oct 2014
men on horses
came for her love
but she sent them away
wanting mine

her ancestors corpses
tossed in there tombs
for they foresaw a future untrue

she was the queen of all of the land
and I was poor peasant dammed
cursed and spat upon, unworthy to lye in her arms
beheaded they begged for me to be
I sided with them and silently agreed
for am unworthy
she is draped in gold
I'm wearing rags and mold

her eyes tell me her love is authentic
her motives are never impure
I shall strive to be the man that can
love her beyond my fear

one day they will call me royal
and not because of my wife's status
tall I stand, I will rule this land
not just men or this palace
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