I am fifteen. I have severe ADHD. Don't let my poems confuse you. Artist, closet poet, student filmmaker. I have a blog, it's not that good. You can look at it anyway. http://avolavit.tumblr.com
It's been four years now I never say your name But I hear it in my thoughts I hope you know I love you I remember sitting in your chair Which isn't there anymore But we would watch television And...
Mama I love you But I know what you're doing You've got reason but no right Mama I know where you go at night I know what you do when I'm asleep You think you're so secretive Mama I know your...
Hello: a simple word that can lead you to incredibly complex situations. So, here's my hello. Let's hope things don't get too complicated.
When I was four. My dad would wash his car. And take me outside to play. I'd play with chalk while he cleaned. While I played I heard a girl. She would play the guitar on her front porch.
How will my hair look today. Or where I meet the love of my life. Read in my stars. Oh how true these predictions seem. Seems like there's money in my future. Can't believe the universe plans my life.
-to write a new opuss everyday -to exercise daily -get through the year -master kung fu.
My GPA tells me. I'm not smart enough. To go to the college I choose. The scale tells me. I'm too heavy. To wear those shorts in public. My parents tell me. I'm a total disappointment.
Today I gave in. To a slow suicide. That comes in a stick. From a red and white box. I halfway hated myself. As I searched for my lighter. And I found it. And I gave birth to a flame.
We are more than our body. Overly sexified by the media. Many think we are trophies, personal house wives. Each day we fight a gender war. Now today we celebrate our steps to equality.
I'm not afraid To ruin a person You have what I need I'll do what it takes to get it I'll destroy you Mentally, emotionally I'll toy with you We're best friends aren't we.
I'm sorry I'm stupid. I feel bad. The call dropped and I can't sleep. I hate when you're mad at me. I can't ever say the right thing.
I want to be with you For hours on end We could do nothing I'd be complete and content I want to fall asleep with you In your arms Face to face Sharing our breath I want to make you smile It's my...
Some days I dread getting up. Cause I feel like 6:30 is far too soon. Having to deal with drama, bullshit, and petty details. Only two more years I tell myself.
Paint on my shirt. Don't care. Paint in my hair. Doesn't matter. Paint on the floor. It's another canvas. Paint on my face. I know. Can't find my oil paintbrushes, I'll use my acrylics.
I know I'm not a genius, But I know I'm smart. I know I'm a bit odd, I'm not too bad at art. I'm not good at much, But I'm good for something.
I love you baby, Just doesn't cut it. Forever and always, That's only a phrase. You could buy me a ring, I still wouldn't believe. When all you've known, Is how high love can get you.
It comes from anywhere. No amount of warnings. Can hide you from it. Because you can't forget it. You know the feeling. The metal splitting skin. The warmth leaving from within. Arm goes numb.
I'm bored far too easily. I hate routines, I hate repetitive "things", I hate being cute. I like hurting. I like the pain of loving Someone who constantly Makes me hate them.
All my words sound right in my head, but when I say them, it always comes out wrong. People take my words the wrong way and it really frustrates me..
Wind blows. Sticks and leaves. Are knocked from trees. Grandma's joints ache. She says it's a sign. The house creaks and wind screeches. Thunder crashes. A resounding boom. Snow and ice begin to fall.
Lips don't touch lips. But necks. Clothes strewn. Taken off by their owner. In an unsuspecting room. Sweat, grunts, heat. Moans, biting lips. No names. Just sound. Pushing into each other.
I've been busy Busy writing on paper Busy strumming strings Busy singing until I'm hoarse I'm running out of time I've got two years left I've got two years to be a kid I've been wasting time with...
“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules.
I'd really love to learn how to write in iambic pentameter. I've recently learned to love it after reading Macbeth..
Urban jungle begins. Concrete overpowers the once green grass. No big porches. Noise pollution is background. Industry making the air very thick now. Not enough jobs. The flickering street lamps.
Big open front porch. Rocking chair sits motionlessly. Beautiful houses. Winding driveways. Baseball on Saturdays. Old fashioned place. A tree in each yard. No fear to bike back home here.
There are birds. Hanging from my ceiling. Oh how they tease. With their outspread wings. Oh birds. You are just like me. Able to fly. But tied by the tail. To the roof that. Covers both of us.
My guitar has a name. Refuge. For it is my safe haven. When things are caving. And beating down on my head. Music is the thing. That allows me to breathe. Without it I'd be the mess. I used to be.
(Forewarning: there will be lots of cursing.) Fuck you And your skinny ass My apologies My fat ass is a shame to Be in your presence You rub your weight In my face I'm under 198.
I hate hospitals, they make me think of bad news and death. -- I'd also like to thank everyone who's liked and commented on my poetry. I haven't had the time to thank you all for the comments.
Freedom Isn't free Freedom has a price Not even all the money In the world might suffice What's freedom's price.
Confidence I wish I had some The ability to Wear tank tops Shorts and flip flops I'm afraid to show The limbs that are revealed Confidence I can fake it well Walk to school with my head up But I...
Insomnia is personal torture. One lies awake for hours. Time is tangible. You can feel the hours passing. And the minutes tick. As they lie awake. Frozen within the passing time. Brain never stops.
When the morning comes And shadows turn gray That's when I'll come home I'll come home to stay When the sun shines I only see your smile And when the music dies We can soak on silence for hours...
This world ain't too pretty A place to be It's full of arrogance, ignorance, and apathy. Is it too painful For those to see. Those they put below What they refuse to know And the carelessness shown.
I always get so flattered when someone tells me they actually like my writing. I mean, I'm not good at much and I really like writing and it just makes me really happy and this is a run-on sentence..
I'm bad at thinking. Maybe because. My mind jumps from. One idea to the next. I can't control my mind. And much less my body. I can't stop thinking. I can't stop moving. If I can't calm down.
The river looks small From up top the high bridge Have you ever flown. And if you choose to fly You'll regret the trip Half Way Down.
She was so lovely. A winter's first frost lovely. Golden summer day. That kind of a lovely girl. All put together. But she was very sick in mind. Hears voices inside. Her mind; sees what is not there.
I'm not the type. To fall in love. At first sight. But there's something. Something in the look. You have in your eyes. When you stare into mine. And that half smile. You give me. When you tell me.
I exist in the spoken word I exist in the heart I exist in the mind I am just a thought I am a thought that grows I am a thought that can change The world as we know it I am a thought That becomes...
Everyday, it gets so much harder to breathe. The pains of the world are being carried on my chest, metaphorically of course.
Escape is found In a variety of muses; Music, art, words... And mine is none of the three Mine are a bottle, a bowl, and blade.
I stand to the mirror Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat I stand on the scale Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat Are you hungry. No, I'm fine. Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat Wow you look skinny.
I sit in the pew. Of a church that. I'm truly uncomfortable in. My first friendships started here. My once relationship with God began in this chapel. I can hear the whispers. I can see the looks.
You came to being During the wrong time Mommy was in love She didn't realize what she had done Mommy didn't know you Were even here Until it was far too late She made mistakes Mommy drank She...
The look in your eyes The stars I see When you look at him You're in love Love is patient Love is kind Love engulfs Love destroys My fear for you Is greater than my own Because I have...
We come from an era where Books are read from screens And new friends, at least how we see them, miles away. Outside. What do you mean. We are the children of the Internet.
Can't figure it out... Only just a simple operation. Many things have gone wrong... Please just tell us the problem. Lean over and whisper in my ear. If everything went well... Can't they revive them.
#acrostic Lies you've told me. Of all the things you've ever said. Very convincing. Every now and then I think of you. I know all of it was a ploy. Sex is all you wanted.
They say as an atheistic agnostic, one misses the better story. Being an atheist agnostic, I don't have the better story holding me back so I can go out and write my own..
I'm small. I'm discrete, I'm shiny silver, sleek. Pretty sharp, but without mind. I'll tempt you for the rest of time. I can't write, the action isn't just mine. I write only in red pen.
Those eyes; Blue, green, yellow, respectively. What hope did they show. Those eyes, they fade; Black, green, yellow, respectively. What looks they drew.
Now when I think to The times we had I'm never sad You had what you had Which wasn't a lot And the time we shared Wasn't much.
Someone I once knew. I knew you in and out. I've seen you in ways no one else has before. And you've seen me, for what I am and always will be.
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