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Could you raise your voice
Above the sounds of war
Of bloodshed, of hatred
And with your words shake the world?

Could you believe someone
Who says what you cannot do?
They don't know you, only you know you
So do whatever the f_ck you wanna do

Some may say poetry is a dying art
A pointless waste of time
But they don't know what we know
Emotions riddling this art of rhyme

And that's mostly what this is about
The expression of ones' mind
So leave those wars and hatred
Raise your voice in tales of those left behind
They say we were all born
To run into the abyss
To embrace the darkness
And accept Deaths' kiss

That we are travelling an entire lifetime
Just to die

I'm not so sure

Because it's not about the destination
It's about the journey
Travelling in heat and cold
From freezing to burning

Let emotions run free
Run as wild as can be
See what I mean?
It's all about the journey

The road less travelled and sometimes dim
Is the road we follow even when it gets grim
Attending weddings and funeral days
Sitting in a pub having a beer with mates

Or sitting on your bed with your laptop open
Making words rhyme and leaving some unspoken
To publish your mind, upload it on a website
No matter the time, even when it's 6 o'clock at night

To love and to hate and make something mutual
To reminisce the past or speak of the future
To live and to die, either one is alright
But we do not live just to meet the darkness of night
He has words
Hiding in his mind
That he's ready to release
A jailbreak, another crime

But he chokes
The words fall
Back down his throat
He can't call

He can't speak
How the hell is he gonna pass his speech
His class looks
They all look up
Simultaneously closing their books

Another failure
Oh wow what a surprise
Contrary to behaviour
He can't talk, so who the f_ck's gonna play saviour?

I will

I'll say what he had to say
Seeing as how he can't say it in his place
Because his face
Is paralysed
As he looks up to the skies
Surprised
As deep inside his hope dies

Just like it did, that one day
When a strong current almost had him swept away
But a girl came to save him
So stunned by events his response was a grin
The situation grim
She calmly smiled back
Told him everything's okay, there's no pain, just relax

They spoke once the got back onto the shore
Laughing, pushed him, like "why'd you scare me for?"
Introduced each other, so close like sister and brother
In love with one another
But thinking the other doesn't feel that
Way

The last time they spoke, a warm summers night
He kissed her hand in polite mockery, said goodnight
Because to him you see, she was royalty,
And he truly believed
He'd see her soon
But was deceived

He was barely three blocks away,
So caught up in images of her face
He didn't hear her scream

Now every year, on a specific day
He says "Happy Birthday" above her grave
To a corpse rotting underneath, that felt no pain
But was blissfully unaware of his suffering

And every year would you believe he shed tears
This helplessness he felt became his biggest fear
It flowed through his veins, a part of his blood
So in his misery he was so often misunderstood

And nobody knew, because he didn't tell
Of that one day he fell from His Grace to burn in Hell
He felt guilty, despite his hands being clean
He wasn't the killer but was haunted by that scream

The one he never heard

So many people wander, suffering alone
With memories untold, oh so broken and cold
Believing, knowing, that no-one cares
As they huddle by a fire hoping for a share

A little piece of that place called Heaven
Hoping that when they go, sins'll be forgiven
And hoping it's soon, praying that they'll be taken
Don't mean to be rude but in my eyes they are mistaken

How can someone who suffers be sent to God?
So many suffer and I think He just forgot
To come back to us, he's abandoned us
All we need is someone to turn to, somebody to trust!

How can someone so innocent and so **** beautiful
Be taken so easily, misplaced, a broken tool
Who when smelted, smelted down in the flames of Death
Be truly at peace with their last breath?

And leave behind a legacy in just one's heart
That to this very day still shreds him apart?
When this happened back when I was just twelve
And deeper and deeper into my skin I delve

Trying to find an answer to this riddle
Clench my teeth, with a blade and with my nerves fiddle
Trying to dig her out, she left me helpless
And I cut myself, self-destruct because I was helpless!

Kids at school they still tease me
Bully me
Laugh at me
Just to make me angry
Like all I want is just to be happy
But can you be happy when others aren't happy with me?

These are the words he wanted to say
Didn't want a warm welcome or biblical praise
He's just another broken kid with words to rhyme
I hope you understand, and thank you for your time
I believe this shall be my school poem performance.
The past comes back to the present
Never dies
Persists
Against a change of heart
Resists
Because events are familiar it
Enlists
Itself
Because it never wanted to be anything else

I don't change much either
I'm still a joker
Thanks to my step-mum, a secondary smoker
A provoker
And all-round bad influence
If you saw me
As I see me
Imperfect and ugly
Riddled with scars that will always be a
Part
Of me
That I hide so nobody else can
See

I repeatedly feel like
****
Sometimes the stress is too much, and I can't
Deal with it
But do we all?
We fall
Down the side of a skyscraper, panicked
We call
But there is never a saviour

No God when we need him
Nobody to believe in
Sins causing us all to have hearts that lie,
Bleeding
As we grow old and our hairlines,
Receding
Repeating
History on repeat, stuttering
Build. Learn. Live. Die

Nothing ever changes,
It's all the same
God seems to be
Playing me
Like a mother-*******
Game

And I don't like it,
But He just keeps on going
Snowing
Me under a blanket of ******
Blowing
It all in my general direction
No protection
Not to mention
My lack of obsession
With Divine Intervention
An invention
Invented by those who seek attention
Pretending
That someone out there
ACTUALLY GIVES A ****!

But I know better
There is no higher purpose
Because
If there was
Why does it never change
When I feel worthless?
An angry rap of sorts
You are not the scars on your wrist.
You are not the mistakes of your past.
You are not the fear in your mind,
The hurt in your heart,
The regrets of your actions.

You are irreplaceable, irrepeatable,
Treasured,
Priceless,
And a gift to this world and to me.

Your smile brings light,
Your laughter brings hope,
And your life
Is worthwhile.
Thank you for sharing YOU. Please never give up.
I guess im pretty
I guess im skinny
I guess im loved.

I guess im not stupid
I guess im not dumb
I guess im not an idiot

I guess I should live
I guess I should stay here
I guess I should grow up

I guess I am worth it
I guess I should be happy
I guess I should love myself

I guess
I guess
I guess
It's all in the tryst of our minds.
Where birth and death,
loved each other unconditionally.
Yet with scales on their eyes,
a condition remained.
One loved the other more than the other could give.
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