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Rockie Apr 2015
Stop treating me like I'm two
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm thirty
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm ignorant
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm you
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like that
And start treating me
Like I'm

*Fifteen,
Not two, not thirty,

I know what you're talking about,
So please,
Cut me some slack.

I'm me.
Get over it all ready.
Standing stock still as your eyes
bored into mine.
Ambivalent of whether i should
stay here or leave.
Ignorant about the situation
i have been in.
Screaming in my blank face
i'm just hopeless.
Tears remain unshed inside,
i broke apart.
Watching you feed the flames,
i stepped right in.
the moment i was engulfed i knew
that i was home.
I'm drunk on Rebellion bourbon,
and I can't help but think,
what a ******* brand name man!
Coming from a cynical, sadistic,
sometimes near maniacal *******,
That's the kinda **** I wanna hear.
Start the rebellion!
******* A right I will.
I'll down this bottle and go off into the night,
my teeth sharpened
and a razor under my tongue.
A bottle full of gasoline,
a pocket full of matches.
I'll set fire to the village,
and watch as the fire dances.
Burn mother *******!
Then I'll hit the bar,
the next town over...
Continuing my little mission,
I haphazardly target victims,
Then incinerate 'em with powerful words,
If I fail to defile minds I'm setting teeth to curb.
Eventually the police will show,
too late.
I've already slipped out the backdoor
and skipped town.
Confident that I can start a riot before I pass out.
I figure eventually on me these crimes they'll try to pin it.
I'll sit back uncommonly calm and tell 'em the bourbon did it.
Jesibell arz Mar 2015
So you want to create me like I'm a Barbie doll, you want to make my hair long and my thighs slim. But I'm sorry Hon I'm only human.

We come in all shapes and diffrent sizes, we don't come in a box labeled barbie doll so wake up and stop imagining because that will be your biggest down fall.

Love me or hate me that's a debate between you and only you, I just know that my feet does not fit in a 5mm shoe. I am who I am wich is human I popped out of my mothers ****** as a healthy live baby, so don't try to transform me to a plastic beauty because if you continue... Then you must be crazy!!

                              sincerely,
                    ­                     Human baby

   <3XoxO<3
People should love/like you for who you are.. Not what you look like!
N0thing Mar 2015
Since when has being part of a religion
Turned into a crime?
Tonny Giang Feb 2015
Oh how I wish I was born ignorant,
What a blessing that would be,
To not see the world that lies before me.

Oh how I wish I was born dumb,
To be filled with glee,
How I would live so carefree.

Oh how I wish I was born a fool,
What fun it would be to live my life like a tool.

Oh, this curse the earth has given me,
It tortures me and always ends with my agony.

The thinker within me wishes to die,
To live in the world of lies,
Oh how wonderful that would be ,
To finally be free.

The universe is so boring,
So weak,
The days always feel so bleak,
I really hate this week.

Intelligence a blessing in disguise,
Yeah right,
What a bunch of lies.

Oh, why couldn't I be born ignorant,
How happy I would be,
To let all these thoughts finally devour  me,
How fun it would finally be.
Something I wrote to fill my boredom.
WickedHope Jan 2015
There's a ringing, ringing in my ears,
You can't hear it, the people don't hear it.
I draw rings, the ringing in my ears.
Dark circles appear under my eyes;
I am so tired from doing nothing.
The lights flash and we don't blink,
Forces clash and we don't blink.
I can't hear what you're not saying,
What you're not praying, proclaiming,
For there's a ringing within my ears.
It drowns out the stars,
It drowns out all fright for
I am so tired from doing nothing.
Peace and retreat drive me mad;
Retreat is not peace, it is pieces.
There's a ringing, ringing in my ears,
You can't hear it, the people don't hear it...
Yet another example of how I don't pay attention during lectures.
...I'm tired of the seemingly unanimous refusal to fight.
- - -
I'm tired of talking about marriage, on a completely unrelated note.
Chloe Chapman Dec 2014
Two goldfish in an endless game of tag.
They rely apon unknown entitys for food, life.
They do not try to escape.
Knowing no better, they continue their lives in a state of incomprehension.
Unaware of anything other than that which they know.
Their memory spans moments,
Washed away with the flick of a fin.
And yet, I am jealouse of them.
inspired by a friends goldfish, named Innocence and Ignorance
Bluebird Dec 2014
I've traveled too much to get to nowhere,
I've been too many things before i became nothing,
I've done too many things before i became wothless,
I've known too many things before i became ingnorant,
And i loved and adored far too much before i became loveless.
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