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Floss every day
Floss as you please
Floss prevents decay
Flossin you need
Flossin away
For your pearly white wreath
Floss so you can say
"I have nice teeth"
ha last poem of the night for fun
I was with eight of my best best friends

Friendships I knew would never ever end

We were all getting so drunk one school night

Stayin out past dark and that ole curfew street light

We were rebels without a cause

At our indifferences we’d stand with applause

Our parents had no clue where we were

We were invincible, life was ours to endure

All eight chillin at our usual party tree

Up walked these men; One, two, there were three

They were tryin to punk us but at 15 I wasn't scared

I stood up for my friends and gave them my best evil stare

Then one pushed me down and pulled out a gun

Said "Tonight, Sweetie, you and I are gonna have so much fun!"

At first it didn't phase me, I knew my friends had my back

It was that night I found out true friendship I lacked

I’m sure he saw the moment my face went pale

Not knowing what would happen, would I live through this tale?

Eight of my best friends watched while I screamed and I cried

Not one even ran for help, they left me to die

He ripped off my clothes as I screamed with my life

I think I cried more knowing I was watched as I’d fight

It was years before I could sleep without feeling his touch

How could ten people stand by, eight I knew and trusted so much?!

After what happened I don’t care what you say

I’ll never trust or believe you, I don’t care if you stay

I’m not the same person I was back then

If I had one wish I’d go back and start all over again

Sometimes I still cry because I envy the old me

My innocence, faith, my strong-will, and such purity

Even today I struggle to be that sweet girl once again

But sometimes I give up because it’s another battle I know I can’t win
How can you lose something you never had?
Can you truly miss it? Are you truly sad?

Believing creates existence in your physical mind
And once it takes over your heart, you ignore every sign

Until reality comes forth, and smacks you in the face
SCREAMS it at you, until you lose your faith and grace

It Never was yours, you were blind to believe it!
It will Never be yours, you're still blind if you can't see it!

But it Was real that day, I could feel it, I could smell it, I could see it.
You're lying! I won't let you take it away! I had plans, I was in-love, I need it!

It was hope, an inspiration, a clear mind, I never felt free-er
Now It's gone, a declaration, a fine, I'm no longer that believer

Thank you Reality, for setting me straight
I needed that check and to be put in my place

Life goes on, not as sweet, but honest without faith
Eyes wide open, heart closed and walls up, I'm safe.
4
If I wish on a star

Will my dream come true?

Will it end all my fantasies

And my dreams of you?

I hate that I love you

Your smile, your touch

I hate that I love you

When you hurt me so much

Without a care in the world

I used to trust and believe

And without a care in the world

You savagely made my heart bleed

He was my Zestful Zookeeper

And I was his Lovely Ladybug

We had a 'once in a lifetime'

We were undeniably in love

We shared the same spot

In our cozy bed at night

I slept right on top of him

I love how he'd hold me so tight

It was the lyrics to a song

That won me his heart

It was his innocence and humor

From him you couldn't tare me apart

Yes we had problems

Like all relationships do

But I swore I'd never see the day

When ours came so quickly unglued

We had a studio downtown

It was our sweet home together

It was also where I found him

With that girl, his secret lover!

I tried so hard to be strong

I tried to hold it together

But he maliciously murdered my soul

I see it in my mind just play over and over!

Now I'm scared to fall asleep

It's only of him that I dream

Maybe it's God's way of reminding me

Nothing is ever what it seems

.......So time has passed

And I tried to move on

Now it is him that is tortured

So he keeps singin his song

With lyrics of regret

He sings of sorrow and mourn

He left me heartless and cold

He left himself alone and self-scorned

So I look into the night's sky

And what do I see...

A beautiful falling star

I hope was meant for just me

If I wish on this star,

Will my dream come true

That I'll never dream again

And I'll stop loving you?
I wrote this when I was 18..
It's a sad day when a single flower doesn't know her contributive worth
Does she not know she's as beautiful as every other flower here on Earth?
Why would a brand new fresh blade of grass feel decay
When you can't help but to feel hope at the very sight of it's neon green shade?
Great poets don't need to cut themselves
They don't ever need to retreat
They're stronger and more vibrant
Than just the literature on these sheets
They've all been through hell on Earth
And will begin to endure much more
Because their souls so ache for their hearts to bleed
They're in love with the feeling before
it all gets resolved, before it comes together
Some cut so they can feel themselves
But true poetry feels so much better
I've done it.
Many of us have.
But I stopped years ago.
And today I'm glad I had.

I wish everyone in the world that ever wanted to cut would talk to me first. I wish they all lived in my city so I could hug them, listen to them, cry with them, and remind them what they're worth.
If I hadn't been through worse before
I wouldn't know how to survive
Revive
What's left of me to say
What's gone away
The pieces missing from today
Numb and incomplete
Feeling obsolete
But knowing that there's better
Just beyond the walls
Of the better me that stalls
These days
From allowing Better Me to stay
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