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Maggie evans Aug 2017
stigma a small six letter word,
but blocks the way;
to unconfident to be heard.
you beastly biased blighted word,
you block the light your so obsurd.

stigma stands blocking our path,
scared alone or scared they'll laugh.
you discust me with your devilish way,
blinding us all through night and day.

stigma move over;
let me soar or fly.
keeping tears blocked to afraid to cry,
I PRAY.

stigma should be shunted,
let's educate the world.
seeking help not stunted,
speak up with spoken word.
I SPEAK.

stigma you shrink and weaken,
as my pain with few I share.
confidence growing faster,
now eased enough not to care.
IT HELPS.

stigma I'd like to see you crumble,
like an old still dry stone wall.
you will never see me stumble,
a voice to listen to all.
A FRIEND.

stigma you no longer have the power,
to quieten us from the 'norm'.
it be boring if all the same,
unique from day us all born.
EMBRACE DIFFERENCE.

stigma now disheveled,
in future hope your gone.
knowledge giving power,
to show us all your wrong .
EQUALITY.
weather it be bullying or someone stuck in memtal health or a parent of a disabled child.better education of said situations rather than ignorance is the key.
Do you understand?
Do you understand what it's like to be like me?
Do you understand what it's like to feel alone,
To cry yourself to sleep at night and watch the stars shine while you wish you were as beautiful as the light everyone else is?
Do you understand what I wish I was compared to everyone else.
I wish I was beautiful the way she is.
Because I may be beautiful to you but to everyone else I am not.
I am defiantly not to myself.
Why can't I be good enough for you? Or to the world. Why can't I be good enough for me?
Do you really understand what it's like to have friends who say their there but aren't?
Or do you understand what it's like to have people stare at your arms and look at you in discust?
That you may not be human but a dead soul trying to run out? Maybe your dead on the outside but fighting on the inside.
Maybe I'm the only one.
But one day you will all understand.
Maybe when I'm six feet under the ground and you don't hear nothing but silence, and birds whistle in the morning mist.
But I showed death on my wrist.
LilBlu Feb 2017
When all that you do is made out to be wrong,
and there is nothing more to try.
It can feel like your words have been muted,
no matter how loud you cry.

When a person will not hear what is to be heard,
and only registers the opinions in their own mind.
Your life becomes a lonely place to be in,
No escape or release to help you unwind.

The weight you carry, starts to make you drag you feet in the dust,
Scrapping the dirt and picking up the grime,
Of bitterness, resentment and discust.

Your ***** and dusty path will take you no-where,
So you must always pick up your feet,
Change the direction to the scenic route,
and smile to all you great.

So although there is that one person,
Who choses to knock you back.
Remember you can take the higher ground,
and find the more sunlite track.
For when people drag you down.
Anjelica Jan 2013
I was there
in the world of
hate
discust
abandonment
and lies.
He was there
a man of care
understanding
safety
and dreams
To be back in the world
if only for an hour
there is no question
where the sickness came from
All of those vampires
with their tentacle stare
couldn't help themselves
when they were tempted
with my beautiful air.
To be put back
into the world I escaped
was a fate worse than death
And for my man of the light
to be a villain of the night
was something even worse still.
That looming presence
of someone there that is gone
was what morphed my sweet dream
into the nightmare
And for his light to be
snuffed out
with nothing left to illuminate
save their reflection.
That was all he was
in that moment
was a mirror
reflecting the life
the world
the time
that I so grudgingly deny
but so fearfully remember.
The time
when nothing was real
and everything was wrong.
I couldn't bare to go back
so he went instead...
There he embodied
all of the pain that was
and cast it back at me
so that I would never return.
Romona Hardy Jul 2013
I listen to your every word
then i,

repeat.
repeat.
repeat.
repeat.
repeat.

i analayze.

each paragraph,
each sentence,
each word,
each letter,
each syllable.

until i know the depths of its meaning.

when i sit there and stare off into the nothingness,
realization is the meaning of my silence.
my blank expression
shows your words are sinking in.

I have you figured out
every single ******* one of you.

I know what all your intentions are,
I see the hatred in your eyes
i hear the discust in your voice.

You think im stupid,
but i know.

i hear your wispers

i see you watching

i feel you following

and i cant escape.
Mike Hauser Aug 2017
Texting is the modern day wonder
Never having to place the call
You can laugh you can joke, anger evoke
While showing no emotion at all

Although I confess sometimes you must guess
What the other person is trying to say
Maybe where they are heading on the phone they're sitting
And their left cheek is typing crazy away

You can scream you can cuss throw your hands up in discust
Then calmly type out your answers
As fast as your fingers can fly you can quickly replay
Like a 70's leisure suit disco dancer

Or you can sit there and wait, take umpteen number of days
Before you get back with that
But the best part is the lesson of no personal interaction
After all why get that involved

Yes texting is the modern day wonder
From mine to your finger tips
I hope all this you can see without the help of emoji's
And the fact that I forgot to spell check
The feeling of the most hated glares
A monster that makes all normal
Pain in the beginning as pain dares
Stained and carried along with his soul

The questions followed 16 years
Thinking if he knew the truth it would bring no justice
The Truth Of Loneliness is beyond fears
For it is only the one with no patience
As the darkness in emotions grow near
He's semming to only have questions, nothing is clear
The more he ask why is the more despair
Wondering if he was ever even there

The towns are silent
More-so with every step
That echoes past the vigilant
As he calmly walks he only wept

Who will know how he feels
How will they understand
Who could he tell
That believed with a calm outreached hand

His heart is truly heavy
Because no one shares his anger
Even in the happiest of melodies
He wishes the life before was better

To wish a reincarnation never followed
Because then he would never remember that he was hollowed
Even in the face of god and death in his core
He wishes to go back with revenge to wage war

On the people that looked at him with discust
The people who betrayed his open hand to the world
When denied of the world of his help he saw no trust
Realizing that only live among and helping would slowly fade away the rust

He just wanted what every person had
The things he never could even fathom to dream
So far out of reach he was more likly to become dead
But at the end of anger and at most questions the only thought to scream
He was lost, He felt the truth to be lost
He was alone in life and mind of soul
His spirit in pain it would only howl
Becaus of the
Truth Of LONELINESS
Sad ending of greatness
Who was mistreated and deprived of all happiness
Even in the end only 6 was to witness
5 around as one laughed as he reeked of death thinking he finally found it quitless

This is my reincarnation testimony
I submit my will to it master and mistress
Im tired of remembering sadness in my own hell including my own ******
Those who casted me away, adrift alone, you cant choose to miss this
For if it carried with me
Over timelines, over galaxies
I will follow you to find your end is in me
There is no pitty, Theres no apologies
Your the reason ill never be free
Never be free
So i will end your plans in dynasties
I'll end all your plans among your dynasties
Just to personally
Help you feel what you did to me
Because of i will not be happy
So i WILL take what makes you truly feel free
This is my promise to you of how youll end
For you was a friend, but my stained soul will never simply allow it to end.
Theres alot of spirits we live with, reincarnation exist because all spirit would have been gone by these years over human history. Just some of those peoples momories dont leave and its painful to reconize, to know it was born with you not genetically, but in a majestic mystical complex but extremely simply way spiritually. People hurt take your shoes off and stand in a no ones shoes before you attempt to look inside one other shoes. Youll never understand trully until all has and is lost atleast in one moment of your life. Remember and remember learn and learn love and love share and share forget judging to forget being judged to end it all to forgive to be forgiven.
Richard Smith Oct 2019
I see the man that wanders
Each day a different place
I also see the people
With that look upon their face
Horror, discust and pity
The look conveys them all
Of wonder at the question
How far did this man fall?

They do not know the hardship
None of the pain or strife
That this man has endured
Throughout his tortured life
Of where he’s been or what he’s done
He pays a heavy price
In his mind he’s not worthy
To be in a happy home
So he wanders place to place
Forever all alone

— The End —