It was
Beacause I'm Butch,
Beacause I'm Thin,
Beacause they thought I fancied women.
But beacause
I live,
Beacause I laugh,
Beacause I will do things that are daft.
That
I will love,
I will hate,
I will learn from my mistakes,
I will fight
and I will fall
and I'll get up
and to prove you all
I am better than you!
I don't do those things
that you do.
You wont remember
and you will dismiss...
Well i was the girl that slit her wrists!
You told me to die,
Thousands of times
Watched me bleed,
Watched me bruise,
You watched me cry.
Oh but then authorety ignored
beacause to them it was a chore.
So privately my pain would sear
When teachers pretended not to hear
What was it you kids used to say?
"hey emo kid why dont you die today!"
Nic xx
Sunday 21 November 2010
Sunday 14 November 2010
My last post was far too sensitive.
For anger's representative.
Maybe I changed your perspective.
'Cause my words are so effective.
I'm the one that you're upset with.
Hurting you was not my objective.
This one's gonna be reflective.
Though they seem to get repetitive.
It wont be depressive.
But maybe it is best if.
I think you should get rid.
Of me just like the rest did.
I've never been arrested.
The prison I am blessed with.
Is inside my own head.
My mobile phone's dead.
That's why I didn't txt.
This is all too complex.
You won't change the subject.
And I can't get no rest.
Up all night isn't the best.
Niether's the pain in my chest.
Feels like climbing Everest.
No longer am I love obssessed.
OK, that's a lie.
At least I gave it a try.
Don't ever want to cry.
I will take a stage dive.
And let this rage fly.
We will take this page by.
Page, I'm.
Sorry, I.
Let our love die.
Played the "tough guy".
"That is not enough, bye."
This tears brought by.
Everything I thought, time.
To man up.
I'm down on my luck.
But I'm bouncing back like, I don't give a f***
-H
For anger's representative.
Maybe I changed your perspective.
'Cause my words are so effective.
I'm the one that you're upset with.
Hurting you was not my objective.
This one's gonna be reflective.
Though they seem to get repetitive.
It wont be depressive.
But maybe it is best if.
I think you should get rid.
Of me just like the rest did.
I've never been arrested.
The prison I am blessed with.
Is inside my own head.
My mobile phone's dead.
That's why I didn't txt.
This is all too complex.
You won't change the subject.
And I can't get no rest.
Up all night isn't the best.
Niether's the pain in my chest.
Feels like climbing Everest.
No longer am I love obssessed.
OK, that's a lie.
At least I gave it a try.
Don't ever want to cry.
I will take a stage dive.
And let this rage fly.
We will take this page by.
Page, I'm.
Sorry, I.
Let our love die.
Played the "tough guy".
"That is not enough, bye."
This tears brought by.
Everything I thought, time.
To man up.
I'm down on my luck.
But I'm bouncing back like, I don't give a f***
-H
Saturday 13 November 2010
Loggie.
I hope you're up there smilin' down.
Finally happy now.
I just wonder how.
It still hits me like POW!
You're really gone.
After so long.
What's wrong?
Why do I still cry at your favourite song?
I still laugh.
At the photographs.
Of after dad.
Left.
And in the sadness.
You pulled us from the blackness.
Kept us smiling.
Kept me shining.
Stopped me from crying.
Now I sighing.
Wonderin why 'n'.
Thinking of dying.
Time's flying.
By, at stupid speeds.
What do I need.
To keep me.
On my feet?
I miss you.
We all do.
You're loved too.
Though I'm sure you knew.
That, yeah you must do.
But it won't bring you back.
Nothing will.
You took so many pills.
And our hearts are filled.
With grief.
Of which there's no release.
Only.
Knowing you're sleeping.
And your memory we're keeping.
-H
Finally happy now.
I just wonder how.
It still hits me like POW!
You're really gone.
After so long.
What's wrong?
Why do I still cry at your favourite song?
I still laugh.
At the photographs.
Of after dad.
Left.
And in the sadness.
You pulled us from the blackness.
Kept us smiling.
Kept me shining.
Stopped me from crying.
Now I sighing.
Wonderin why 'n'.
Thinking of dying.
Time's flying.
By, at stupid speeds.
What do I need.
To keep me.
On my feet?
I miss you.
We all do.
You're loved too.
Though I'm sure you knew.
That, yeah you must do.
But it won't bring you back.
Nothing will.
You took so many pills.
And our hearts are filled.
With grief.
Of which there's no release.
Only.
Knowing you're sleeping.
And your memory we're keeping.
-H
Saturday 6 November 2010
Payback
You shouldn't have cut me loose.
I'll be like salt in your wounds.
Assulting me too.
Offten.
You must've forgotten.
I'm rotten.
You've gotten.
To me and I'm sodden.
Down trodden.
I hit rock bottom.
But bouncing back.
On attack.
With the rest of my pack.
Cut me some slack.
While I tell you the facts.
Of the bullies who smacked.
Kicked, spit and cracked.
Open our souls.
We fixed our bones.
Stitched up the holes.
And continued to grow.
Cold as the snow.
The wind when it blows.
Our hearts they all froze.
So we keep 'em closed.
Don't want to expose.
Our weaknesses.
This bleakness is.
Full of peaceful bliss.
Nothing can equal this.
So don't take the piss.
Or we'll take our list.
Add you to it.
Now you're stut,stut, stuttering.
Too much muttering.
Your heart's fluttering.
While you're spluttering.
Begging forgiveness.
No we don't give this.
No you cannot twist.
Away from our grips.
We were the geeks.
Oh so week.
Who you'd seek.
Just to beet.
But now your feet.
Backtrack.
So fast.
We win at last.
This is payback.
-H
I'll be like salt in your wounds.
Assulting me too.
Offten.
You must've forgotten.
I'm rotten.
You've gotten.
To me and I'm sodden.
Down trodden.
I hit rock bottom.
But bouncing back.
On attack.
With the rest of my pack.
Cut me some slack.
While I tell you the facts.
Of the bullies who smacked.
Kicked, spit and cracked.
Open our souls.
We fixed our bones.
Stitched up the holes.
And continued to grow.
Cold as the snow.
The wind when it blows.
Our hearts they all froze.
So we keep 'em closed.
Don't want to expose.
Our weaknesses.
This bleakness is.
Full of peaceful bliss.
Nothing can equal this.
So don't take the piss.
Or we'll take our list.
Add you to it.
Now you're stut,stut, stuttering.
Too much muttering.
Your heart's fluttering.
While you're spluttering.
Begging forgiveness.
No we don't give this.
No you cannot twist.
Away from our grips.
We were the geeks.
Oh so week.
Who you'd seek.
Just to beet.
But now your feet.
Backtrack.
So fast.
We win at last.
This is payback.
-H
Tuesday 2 November 2010
Dead Poet's Society
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
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