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Ray Mar 2012
I can't be the only one
With voices screaming at me claiming tomorrow is my last
My skin itching for the goosebumps of curiosity
My eyes dilating at the thought of a new high
Kids are screaming down the streets in their bare-feet
Saying you only live once so live wild and free
Heels lost in the parks surrounding our house
Sitting on the rooftops screaming  at the moon
We are young wild and free
and if we die tomorrow we won't die in vain.
Ray Mar 2012
He held me close while the town exploded
and whispered comforting coo's in my ear
We laughed while the cars burst into flames
and danced in the tear gas and beer bottle glass
The war raged on and all we could do
was smile at each other and think
This could only happen once
Only once could we find love in such a horrible place
Only once could we walk away knowing
this was the day that changed everything
Ray Mar 2012
I am a girl, 6 and a half with no care in the world
Until my bubble is burst and I realize the world is large and cruel.
I'm pushed and teased because my teeth aren't straight and I grew too quickly so I tend to fall on my face and well, I'm just not that great.

I am a girl, 13 and three quarters, filled with worry and self doubt.
The girls are worse now and have pointed out that instead of going up I've gone out.
I'm criticized for my size, then blasted for trying so hard in school, so I return to the safe confides of my home only to be blasted some more thanks to Mark Zuckerberg.

I am a girl, almost 17, fed up with how cruel the world is.
The girls use new tactics to get their revenge now.
I'm ignored,laughed at and mocked behind my back, but shh I'm not supposed to know about that. And when I come home, my comfort is gone for my inbox is filled with hopes for my death, sincerely the anons.

I am a girl, 17 now.
I know it wont end, I've lost hope, and I've decided the only way to solve my problem is to give up on such a cruel  world.
This is a spoken word piece that I've made for my writers craft class.
Ray Mar 2012
please, try me
I have nothing left to lose and nothing left to prove
***** I've been bending over backwards all for you
*******
I'm through
I don't ever want to see another inch of you
or hear another word from you

you see this? these ******* scars?
I've got close to a thousand thanks to you
yes you
take the ******* blame for once
you told me while I was lying on the tracks
"I'd be better off"
so I took those pills to numb my thoughts
and grant your ******* wish for me
to be dead and buried deep beneath
then you can't even take responsibility
for what you ******* said to me
you coward
you were too busy ******* meghan e to be bothered
so *******
I'm through
I don't ever want to see another inch of you
or hear another word from you
Ray Feb 2012
My hearts strung up and paraded around your place
I'm bent to your will
I'm bent to your need
Crying for you while you cut the strings
Ray Feb 2012
I fall to the ground and sip back the poison
Whimpering while the voices scream at me
"You're worthless, you're fat,
you *****, you *******
you're trapped, stuck here with them
you'll never leave your missery,
the years will pass and so will your life
your meaningless life filled with
unaccomplished dreams and failed promises"
I collapse in a pathetic heap
admitting my defeat to them
taking one last sip
as I reach for the gun to shut them up
once and for all
Ray Feb 2012
In a field of nothing but grass, popped a beautiful daisy
but the grass slowly suffocated the daisy because it didn't belong
so the daisy went to Marcus, the man with illegal ****
and bought itself a nice large shotgun with a thousand rounds
And carried it back to the field, and shot the **** out of the grass
till the field was no longer green but a bright crimson red
... because the grass is a metaphor for people and they bleed red...
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