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ThEkInG May 2018
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ThEkInG Oct 2016
The sweet release
I bid to rise
It will not please
To me, I call the time
I pause.
The sweet silence
Oh how I pray for more.
Why must all this violence
**** those in all their core?
I bid to thee,
"Why can't I flee
to see the mournful sky?"
I pause.
His silence kills me slowly,
Small breaths and simple sighs
I try my best
to just know why.

The carriage falls,
I've fallen ill.
My mother calls,
But to him I will.
I weep and whimper
"Save me please!"
But his laughs escape
And kills me under.
The sweet release
Oh how I pray for more.
This is something I wrote this week, I ended up adding more while writing the poem originally; still kind of rusty though.
ThEkInG Oct 2016
She looked down at her knees, ones in which she was sitting one.
This was all her mistake, She shouldn't had done that.
Oh the humanity!
The pain was just unbearable!
If only she had just listened,
she wouldn't be doing this.

Her grades were terrible.
Yes, she did know that.
This wasn't her fault,
"Blame the teacher!",
she would say.

This isn't my fault, I promise you that I'm trying oh so hard.
But down on her knees, she sees,
Knowing that one day,
she would finally understand.
I'm alive!! Hope this is poem is good enough for a return ':)
ThEkInG Oct 2016
Empty, almost like a paper bag.
Thoughts swarm my mind and brains,
almost as if I actually was.
Something, not a poem. Don't read(Well, don't have to)
ThEkInG Feb 2016
I know that i am worthless,
I know that i am just a pawn in their game.
They always look down at me, laughing hysterically as if I was a broken slave, trying to entertain. I try to fit in,
but I can’t truly do that when I am the one they laugh at.
I am the one they hit, the one they break.
I am the one they know will one day come with a knife, ready to strike.
I am the used,
I am the worthless pawn, the one that they send to the enemy,
as they feast on the meat that they have stolen.
I am the abandoned,
the one no one would look twice at.
I know that I am just a pawn in their game,
I know that I am worthless.
And yet,
I stay with them.
Such a worthless pawn.
I have written this for fun, nothing is wrong with me!! :3
ThEkInG Feb 2016
No more of this world!
Do they truly wish my sorrow?
I told them to stop,
but go is the only thing they do.
They just don't care,
for who I am, they bully.
No more no more,
I can't present this poem.
No more no more,
I have to hide my feelings.
My family is still not happy,
they look me with their eyes;
blood red, from all the anger;
I had gotten a 70 again.
They beat me and beat with those words,
scaring me for tomorrow.
We are doing this for your future,
is it really worth it?
Do not worry, nothing is wrong or happening in my life, I am just going through the illness of being a teenager!!
ThEkInG Oct 2015
Calmness is the key,
I know that for sure.
I have traveled to hell,
So,of course I should know.
This place I call heaven,
Is now full of monsters,
No place to hide,
No place to wonder;
I am all alone.

I've caught up with them,
I was told that they will leave.
Saving our mother for sacrifice,
I know they can't mean.

I've huddled in bed, trying for a plan,
But what's done is done.
I've already tried my best.
This is a story of what is happening in my life. No, there is no horrible meaning, I just used metaphors for things around me.
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