Like Someone I've Never Met by nocoolnamesavailible, literature
Literature
Like Someone I've Never Met
Sometimes it feels like I'm someone
that I've never met.
Little anger
slides out from beneath broken lips.
Sometimes it feels like I'm someone
that I've never met.
Bundles of guilt, all
wrapped up neatly
like little packages to be posted
and received in the mail.
Somtimes it feels like I'm someone
I can't remember.
Why doesn't your face seem
familiar,
this isn't fair.
Sometimes it feels like I'm someone
I've never met.
A dam has been built, between words and my heart,
they thought they were strong, but they just fell apart.
The words flew on by, having collapsed and lost hope,
and the heart kept on beating, finding someway to cope.
Staring over the horizon, their minds run all white,
receipts recording prices, money overtaking the night.
Chemicals combine, mix together and create
everything in our world, that we love and appreciate.
So tell me now, dear scientist of this world,
what am I made of, when my body's uncurl'd
--when the defenses are down, when we read from the bone,
can you tell omniscient scientist, if we carry out destiny alone?
Precious Words by nocoolnamesavailible, literature
Literature
Precious Words
These are words behind my lips,
pushing, vying for space time.
Sharp things poking through
the space between my
teeth. Violent, angry,
falling onto my tongue.
Feelings hide in the corner of your sight,
the whites of my eyes
pupils holding thoughts,
colour fading quick.
Our hands have a history,
our words a past.
Knees are, as a rule,
almost always ugly,
and mine are definitely
not an exception.
There are thoughts behind this skin,
whether you can see them or not,
and deep in my bones where I can't see I
have words that see for me.
Salt In Old Wounds by nocoolnamesavailible, literature
Literature
Salt In Old Wounds
Barking, like the rabid dogs they are,
hounds leaning over seats
with their snarling, protruding mouths.
An incessant string of ridicule
they call out to each other,
laughter like salt against the flesh.
The Orange Tree by nocoolnamesavailible, literature
Literature
The Orange Tree
How can you leave a poem
half-way unread, like
a new born-baby crying in the night.
When the Orange tree is finally
seeing the light of day,
can you believe your own eyes?
This may be one the worst things I'm ever going to do
And I may regret it after.
Maybe it's a mistake.
But then if it's not,
then why aren't I sure of you?
Just like the orange tree,
I don't know what to believe.
The Singular Chorus by nocoolnamesavailible, literature
Literature
The Singular Chorus
Shed your tears like you shed your clothes
far and few in between.
Bleed through me as if you're going through paper,
I promise I can handle your blood.
With the night comes the memories,
with the memories comes the pain.
Drink me down, fill me up,
enjoy the stretch and the strain.
You thought no one would notice
how you never wear white,
but I'm much smarter than that.
I know it's rare for you to plan ahead.
There is so much left unspoken,
and your hands seem so empty
but you never let me touch you
not once, not ever.
Young Perspectives by nocoolnamesavailible, literature
Literature
Young Perspectives
Dive deep into that teenage angst
that was so fresh years ago,
Sleeping with one eye open now
we've forgotten what youth feels like.
Drive away from your old home
forget how light falls in your room in the morning.|
Buy a house, buy a car, have kids
and when the time comes, assume you know how they feel.
Either that, or you just don't care.
We are all already soaked in our past,
dripping wet and about to drop dead,
like the bandages that cover young veins.
If you didn't have them, you caused them.
Young Perspectives by nocoolnamesavailible, literature
Literature
Young Perspectives
Dive deep into that teenage angst
that was so fresh years ago,
Sleeping with one eye open now
we've forgotten what youth feels like.
Drive away from your old home
forget how light falls in your room in the morning.|
Buy a house, buy a car, have kids
and when the time comes, assume you know how they feel.
Either that, or you just don't care.
We are all already soaked in our past,
dripping wet and about to drop dead,
like the bandages that cover young veins.
If you didn't have them, you caused them.
They fashioned her from their brittle bones,
whittled away at the wilted, weakened hearts,
The ones that had erratic beatings.
They put her together just to take her apart.
She danced across their puppet strings,
followed their each and every rule.
Now she's realized she was never important,
all this time she was such a fool.
A fool to think she was wanted,
and a fool to believe that she mattered.
Looking back it's time she noticed
everything at home was shattered.
So now she's strengthening those brittle bones,
and trying to feed that weakened heart.
She's making every preparation
so that no one can ever take her apart.
You Take All That You Want To by B-U-Ts, literature
Literature
You Take All That You Want To
You took me by the shadow
And you caught me in your trap
Spent a lifetime in a window
Simply waiting for a crack
You slid your nails deeper
And you spread in through my blood
Spitting venom like a preacher
Teaching lessons of the love
You take all that you want to
Just to get a little fix
Spreading darkness in the sunshine
As the sun and darkness lick
You take all that you want to
But you don't get what you deserve
Setting fire to the waters
As you watch a lifeline burn
You held my hands in vices
You took my pride in shadows light
Like a siren's song entices
You scarred my brain with bark and bite
You forced away the sunrise
So recently I found these little disorders that you can have on the internet.. and it turns out I pretty much have them.
BADLY
They are:
Schediaphilia (aka Toonophilia): love (or sexual arousal) to cartoon characters/situations
Celebriphilia: pathological desire to have sex with a celebrity
LOOOOOOOL
I AM DEAD
But seriously, I am so dead.
Am I alone in this? Comment if you suffer from these too. xD
p.s. Kyle baby I love you please forgive me
it isn't my fAult
I sWEar
I Can'T HeLP Itt.
:C
So my new friend not-in-so-many-words, who is a BRILLIANT poet read my poem "Painted Picture" and became really inspired. She ended up writing a poem response to it! The URL is below~
I hope you guys check it out, especially if you read Painted Picture and liked it, because really, this is a brilliant poem that she wrote. >w< Please give it a look!
http://not-in-so-many-words.deviantart.com/art/impressionism-304565926
https://weheartit.com/
I love this website because it has so many great pictures...And sometimes, when I find a real good, inspiring one, I'll write a poem because of it and go onto picnik and edit the words on. ;3 It's nice, you know, having that visual, because it helps shape the poem. I think that if anyone asked me what was one of the easiest ways I help myself get back into my writing jags, I'd say WeHeartIt (either that or good music, but there isn't much of the latter out there anymore, and if there is, it's elusive) because it pops an idea into your head like one of those suckers with the gum in the middle, and only once you finish d
I really like it, and you're so new! I was shocked. o.o I'll definitely be looking at your future stuff. I'm a poet myself, but I absolutely love reading other's poetry as well.