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Rara Rhaux Dec 2018
-They say; I'm crazy, They say; I'm weird
 Some say's; I'm serious, Some think; I'm strict
 But don't you see, how all it goes
They're all me, my personality shifts

-Some see me like this, some see me like that
Some thought I was this, some thought i was that
 You won't know, whom you will met
 Coz I got it all, my personality shifts

-Happy and sad, i can feel it once
 In the middle of my problems, i can laught and dance
 If you think im crazy, i do not mind
 Coz my personality shifts, works just fine

-They call me this way, They call me that way
 Every one I met, gaves me so many names
 Its alright with me, if that's how they see me
 'Coz I have a plenty of personality to shift

-Silent but loud, I describe my self
 If i confused you, Its not my problem
 I don't have an attitude, please don't hate me
 I just got a personality you hardly can't handle

-My thoughts won't end, but this poem near does
 Let's start a friendship forever will last
 Not an enemy, I will hated that much
 You will be the looser, over the personality I has.

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Rebecca Carter Mar 2013
Rivers of pain flowed from empty holes of black cane
I fear the only answer may be
Hidden under fallen leaves of past hopes and dreams

If you showed a care, my breath night have been spared.
What you refused to do, the pain has subdued
Shining so bright, bleeding tonight
Tonight's the last, let it fade fast
Gaves dug in, saved for then
"What have you done?"*
You refused to hear but now act as if it wasn't there
Blankets of white cover the place, ice like a stake
Drove deep into my soul: others saw the coal
The blood is on your hands. Here it stands
You don't have another try; you lefft me here to cry!

The skies are churning. Hate is churning.
Where will it stop? This is where it hits the too!
Say goodbye - now Imma fly
I can't recall the good times at all
When It's the same, brewing pain
Spewing hate, is this my fate?

Now here I lay, as the preacher must say
The final words. They let out the birds
Then play a few keys. Silence now sees.
The gathering must let out. The trumpet finishes with a pout.
I lay in peace; invisible has ceased.
Heat warms my stone: seasons never change the tone.
Visits slow but still some go.
The end has come but only to some.
I loved you but you didn't feel it too.
Family is close but that was like being choked by a hose
My hole, covered with blood and dirt, uncovered the hurt.
My life put underground; what was found?

Don't show remorse- that's a buried corpse.
Hate now empathy. They gave you sympathy.
I could've ran but that was ban.
Dealt with ****, my lip I bit.
Then came the fall- I'd hit the wall.
Now alone, corpse a covered clone.
Nothing to fall on, a clever con.
Am I perfect now? Or still a cow?

You still see my tears, cantt hide your fears.
You have your own; who's been shown?
There was a plead but it was left to bleed.
I'd begun to rot when you were caught.
Injuries thatt will always keep.
What was said now has lead... to dead.
You pretended; I ended.
I wasn't happy; you thought I was snappy.

Now left to stay you wish to say,
Let's go back to the beginning and have a better ending.

It's too late, overwhelmed with hate.
Where's your child? Under dirt piled.
Where's your heart? I couldn't hit it with a dart.

... it light seem lame but turn the blame.
Make it right, stop the fight!
You have the power to be a strong tower.
Send the message through for someone counts on you.
Take my props, it has to stop!

Give love a try. Nor one deserves to die.
This find, what they need is kind.
This is one of the first poems I ever wrote. So excuse any immaturity in style etc.
Natalia mushara Jun 2015
Angel boy
Fly wit wings
Free from da sorrow now
Of the onez who have  gaves u pains
Merinda Feb 2019
The cutest smile say 'hi' to my life
It gaves me some beautiful sight
Shine like a morning light
I wish i could hold it tight
Like thread to the kite
Spinning around this mood like wheels on bike
Chasing me down and no where i can hide
Kaitlyn Apr 2017
Asleep for 11.
A wandering palace.
Every soul a cloud
But there's a cloudless sky
As the horizon of the past comes forth
And none other than the relatives who were wiped from the pages,
Set into gaves,
Or remembered for generations.
Known and unknown but all surprise.
Behind: nothing.
Below: nothing.
Above: just sky
Vast and empty.
Atop sad faces.
Sad, pained faces
Spoken clear words are unheard of
and time becomes unknown.
Never a friend or unrelated soul,
Just blood and names  
Until the 11 years pass and voices become distinct,
Faces unblur
Grapes unpeel themselves
And the date returns its name.
They’ll ask for identification
But the thoughts are crumpled
and the walls are tilting
and the voice had forgotten the sound of itself after
11.
Long.
Years.
Days dazed drifting in and out of reality
Fazed fast undutifully
Gasping for all the wrong images
or inclinations
The pickle pucker
hitched across the you us of eh
Found his,him,herself in disgrace , hey !
There's honey on the
isle of Wiles
But their buzz ain't quite right
That thought gaves me smiles 😁

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