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ZL Nov 2015
He seemed so big and bad
but I knew better
I recognized this
one emotion he had
it was familiar,
it was sad.

At that moment,
I lay on his chest
and for once he was quiet,
for once I was at rest,
In each others arms we lay,
a young vulnerable mess.
Just Me Nov 2015
So you have something to say...

But I didn't ask your opinion.
I'm weakened, but I am not conquered.

I know you hear my breaths deep and its possible you can even feel my heart race from where you stand.

It's true...

I'm wounded and my hearts banging on my chest.

I stand before you. My eyes are flooded with wet salt.

I'm am in need of a...

FRIEND.

I can use an extra pair of ears and I don't want to hold a microphone...

Even more so I would like you to put yours away.

I want nothing more then a drop of concern and arms full of optimistic friendship.

Listen to me cry and maybe even speak, because my hearts sad and I've got a lump in my throat.

Be for me what I am for you...

A Friend.

Let me let it pass and when I'm actually calm, let me go without pointing any fingers or smirking.

Please take no joy in my life interruption.

Feed me strength, with silence and love.

I'll come back later, maybe have resolved my problem. I may have a joyous story to share...

But I may come back and need your opinion...

If I do, please keep an open mind.

And understand I'm asking because I trust you.

Please be honest, but be kind and never ever throw my flaws in my face.

Remember like I do. We are imperfect as humans...

I see perfection in our imperfections.

Our Unique paths and spirited choices.

I see beauty in our differences, in our triumphs and even in our flawed life lessons.

I'll be here when you need a shoulder...

A friend...

So if I fall, if your my friend...

Thank you for being there for me.

And if I'm not...

Well go ahead and tell me to *******, because preying on someone when they are weak is low.

And like I said I'm human...

I am HUMAN, but  I will recover.

And all that energy you put into weak attempts to shatter the jilted....

Well that **** will not be forgotten.

And I will stand tall with the grace of your friendship or despite your cruel intentetions to take advantage of the fragile ache I bore.
Sometimes we find disappointment, when all we are seeking is time, ears and arms....
head down
emotions up
she's ready,
might be not

yes or no
she holds
not letting go

she's broken
she never said
anything

she's a tinted glass
what you can't see
is the real her

she's a bestfriend
she's an enemy
she's got a good heart
but they will never know
this is for my friend  who has always been  judged since the first day of school. I almost believed what the "other girls" told me about her but turns out, they were just making stories. She lost almost all her friends because she couldn't take it. But she forgave them.
Shannon Rose Oct 2015
Running from this life
A mean, awful person being an *******
Under the sheets of emotional armor,
A shy little girl masquerades as a martyr.
She’s the Queen of Deceit with her lies getting smarter,
While every tale told draws her self even farther
From finding out why she’s emotionally bothered
By all of the men in her life: like her father
Who only was trying the best for his daughter
And striving to be something more than a pauper
But coming up short. Who knows how much harder
He’d try if she wasn’t an argument starter?
The guilt and the shame from the family slaughter
Has made her insane and continues to bar her
From finding out just what the world has to offer.

Luckily she won’t have to be here much longer;
In fairy-tale land, there's nothing can harm her.

She suddenly finds herself all alone
With nobody’s thoughts to address but her own.
This is the time when she’d pick up the phone,
Demanding a savior to hear her bemoan
About all the problems that she’s ever known,
But what she doesn’t know is a friend can’t atone
For the lack of a man with his patience to loan
To a lost little girl whose bad temper is known.
All she needs is a strong one that doesn’t condone
All the treacherous lies and the hatred she’s shown.
It’s hard to deny all the reaping she’s sewn.
She’ll have to tread soft lest her cover is blown
And everyone finds out she still hasn’t grown
Through the hundreds of tempers and tantrums she’s thrown.
Hopefully soon she can bury the bone
And calm herself into a nostalgic zone
Where smiles and candles were filling her home
And love and affection were all that was loaned.

Enlightenment comes when you realize you’re prone
To the wrath of the heartache that comes with the throne.
Damsel in distress
RisingUp Oct 2015
Imagine a voice.

The voice of negativity.

Sitting prettily in the back of your head.

Judging your every move.

Your every inclination.

You got one wrong on a test?
You ******* up.
How could you be so dumb?
Try harder next time.

You had a treat?
Who says you deserve that?
Certainly not I.
You lazy, fat, sloth.

Is that your reflection in the mirror?
Now isn't that terrifying?
That acne, that hair.
Yikes.

I run amok in your mind.

I control your every last move.

Just try to escape my wrath.

You blubbering, bumbling fool.
Misfitkilljoy Oct 2015
You broke my butterfly.
You stole my lullaby.
You stang like a bee.
Do you even want me?
You ripped my soul.
You gave me coal.
You threw my key.
Do you even want me?
KILLME Sep 2015
Every time something good happens to me
I refuse to let myself get too happy
someone will tell me i don't deserve it
someone will take it away

I don't even want to be celebrated for the
big
important
special
things

I'd much rather get the **** kicked out of me
every day
at least no one would take that away
at least no one could tell me I don't deserve it
I see them walking down the street without me
All my footprints are covered by the snow
I don't know if they still care about me
If they do, it dosen´t show

The cold wind´s blowing and hits my exposed heart
I am walking faster carrying all my hopes
Despite the snow the road is getting very dark
They're fading into the background in those white winter coats

White coats, white coats
Why do you gotta leave me out in the cold?
White coats, white coats
This shield around me is getting hard to uphold
White coats, white coats
I'm just looking for someone to call my friend
Before the cold wind comes back again

I see them laughing on the corner without me
All my footprints are covered by the snow
Talking about places I´ll never go with them to see
And sharing secrets that I´ll never know

This is the coldest December we've had in years
They are huddled together under the lamppost
I walk away melting the ground with my tears
They don't feel my pain from the warmth of their white coats

White coats, white coats
Why you gotta leave me out in the cold?
White coats, white coats
This shield around me is getting hard to uphold
White coats, white coats
I'm just looking for someone to call my friend
Before the cold wind comes back again
This poem is about bullying.. Sadly I think most of us experience some form of bullying during our lives. This poem is for all of us.
Copyright @ Johanna Magdalena
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