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How do you write something happy that's also good? My efforts always seem to fall short when I attempt to write about how the sun feels on my skin, because that skin contains scars
This sadness. I feel my chest being crushed ever so slowly. Pushing harder and slower. Farther and lower. My heart throbs like a beating drum before battle.
I am not one who shall live in shame to be looked down upon I am not one who shall lie in tears Falling to the ground without one to hold my back Never having someone to love or to love me back
Tell what you want will ever be okay No, Because what you ask I cant pay For never here to stay Only here play You dont know what you want So go away
Everyone has the desire to be listened to,
To open up to someone else's words few people will actually listen To read somone's words, few people will actually read Words are not meant for one, but all who will listen with eyes to hear
Metal box No loose ends No escape Trapped in a structured prison, everyday is the same no change no change makes him crazy his thoughts wander
the faggot in the reflection of my space helmet visor is my only friend. with shaggy shorn hair and big eyes and a hollow cheek bone that holds in my silent tongue. i have etched lessons in my skin, leaving silver lines
Why do you ignore me When I know that in your heart we both believe in love? Why do you forget That our souls of steel have more hope than anyone? Why do you hurt When you see this blood and rage?