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I'm shutting down,
permanently.

The gears in my head,
jammed with the words that you said.
They can't turn,
or spin,
or move,
you win.

I'm leaving now,
forever.

Once my wheels hit the road,
there's no coming home.
I'll vanish,
disappear,
into thin air,
and you'll never hear from me again.

Like a cloud in the sky,
I'll move on.

I'll forget everything, erased,
like your name and your face.
I'll forget you,
delete you,
and never will I,
speak of you.

Because I'm moving on.

Like a cloud in the sky,
I'm moving on.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
I'm standing in the rain,
I'm waiting for your love,
I can't rid of this pain,
so I wait to die.

I miss your spearmint breath,
the way you kissed my lips,
I try to feel what's left,
but there's never enough time.

I'm never gonna fall again,
never gonna love a friend,
never gonna give my heart,
I'm gonna burn all your art.

Everything we have left,
is gonna burn with the rest,
I need you out of my head,
forget everything you said.

There's a fire deep inside,
it rages and it burns,
it's keeping me alive,
but I'm running out of time.

I'm standing in the rain,
I'm wasting my time,
you're driving me insane,
but I don't really mind.

I'm never gonna forget,
everything was perfect,
but everything changes,
strange how it rearranges.

I don't really mind though,
if you have to go.
I'm already insane,
so this is nothing new.

I'm waiting in the rain.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Ahhh McChicken, oh so sweet,
probably filled with beaks and feet
I want you in my tummy now
cause you're a chicken and not a cow
I love that you are just a buck
and that you used to cluck cluck cluck
I mean I think you did before you died
I'm not sure what you are 'cept fried
but ahhh McChicken you're my baby
I love that you're chicken (maybe)
I used to write about being untouched
and how I was like the world
with pure intentions.
You took that from me,
I can't really put the blame on you,
I might as well of put a bow on it
and a tag addressed to you.
I'm not sure I made the right choice.

I used to write about going unnoticed
and like the clouds slowly moving,
I held beauty, I was there, secretly.
I gave that to him.
I had my doors locked and the key hidden,
but he was actually really good at picking locks,
he told me that my house wasn't fit for me, dangerous,
a year later it burned down.

my point is,
I used to write about a lot of things.
but I'm newer now,
You and him took the only things I had going for me,
He, with my best intentions,
and you, with yours.
UH IS THIS CONSIDERED A POEM, ITS MORE OF A RANT AND REFLECTION AND I SHOULD BE STUDYING
I've had dreams recently,
dreams of happier times,
where I have my mind.

I wake up every morning,
thinking they were real,
at least that's how they feel.

Walk into the bathroom,
see myself in the mirror,
if I listen, I still hear her.

Wash my face, brush my teeth,
swallow my pills and make believe.

I don't want to keep on fighting,
if it's just going to hurt,
even more than before.

I fear the world and all it has,
all it can take,
all that's at stake.

The odds are against me,
my chances of surviving,
as slim as getting struck by lightning,
a second time.

If I swallow these pills,
and let them control me,
what will become,
of me?
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
We're just teenagers
Who think we know all about love,
We think we know about life
And we think we know who we are.
But someone is going to break our hearts
And someone is going to crush our dreams
Until we forget who we thought
We were in the first place
September 22, 2014
With him, everything is just extremes
Because he makes me extremely happy and he makes me extremely sad
There's no in between
He has the power to make me feel
Like the sun is shuning for me
And the sunrise is something he drew
But this means he can crush everything I am
Until I'm shards of glass
Scattered on the floor
He's the type of boy
That can make June feel like the middle of November
But he makes my heart feel like I'm falling off the tallest tower
I'm falling into all that he is
I suppose they end the same
I cannot say that you don't love me
But I swear you stay a few seconds less every time
And  I find you leaning away
more often than leaning in
And your hand fumbles for my zipper
More than it does for my hand
And I know you say you love me
But I also know you thought you loved her
You tend to say things you don't mean often
September 24, 2014
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
All of these love songs
Remind me of you.
I'm getting real sick,
They all sound the same
About how they miss you
And they're screaming your name.
To be completely honest,
That's not how it goes,
You didn't leave your toothbrush,
Favorite books or your clothes.
You left just your memory
And I'll start to forget
'Till I have nothing
But despair and regret.
This is a lot more relevant than when I wrote it.
September 07, 2015
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