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Talk and Stay

Folder: 
Lovespeak

Echoes of your voice ring

Feelings I've been keeping

I drank this blue bottle

My heart didn't settle

 

The laughters we had

They make me feel bad

Tragic are these stories

Our tale didn't exist

 

I thought I'd be drunk

Just sleep on this bunk

But I couldn't help picturing you

And I couldn't stop thinking of you

 

Of how you are tonight

I think of you a lot

If you are just alright

'Cause honestly I'm not

 

I went to your house today

You were not there again

There are things I want to say

Things a phone cannot send

 

Face me just this time

Don't walk away like you do

Just talk and stay only to

Make me feel alright

 

I beg you, don't go

I want this to close

There are things I want you to know

How I felt way before the cold

 
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Everyone's alike - Amanda Todd Story -

Every single day I hate the fact that I'm alive
I just want someone to be there and hold me when I cry
I feel like an outcast I can sympathize Rosa parks
Being beaten up and left in the ditch to die in the dark
I cry myself to sleep after suicide attempts
To me life is a burden something I want exempt
What is so different between me and you
Sure I made mistakes but that what humans do
No one reached out their hand when I needed their help
All they could ever do was think about themselves
They say don't judge a book by its cover and that is true
It just happens to be that my cover is of me nude
Don't let my death be in vain I'm spreading a message
I'm trying to change society, being a friend is the lesson
In the end of the day we're all still the same
Reflect on your actions and next time use your brain

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My condolences to the families that have lost someone due to bullying. The Amanda Todd story touched me because she tried so hard to fit in and not because she was pretty or talented... The more that she tried, the more they rejected her and more cruel towards her. She made a stupid mistake and I'm sure she regretted it... Its just sad seeing how hard she tried only to take her own life... Its even worse to see that most people say that its a shame because she is pretty or a talented singer... I think to myself would people care less if Amanda Todd wasn't pretty? It gives me little faith in society that even when people die, they only judge by looks.

- Amanda's Story -
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=206105792854972&set=a.2060875028...

This girl, her name is Amanda Todd.
She posted a video on YouTube a few days ago.
She was bullied so bad it led to suicide...

She was in a webcam chat group to meet up with new and old people.
They started calling her Beautiful, Stunning, cute, Etc.
And then they asked her to flash...
So she did.....
Thinking it was nothing...
A year went by and some guy she did not know, messaged her saying ”Give me a 'show' or I will send your boobs.”
She ignored it.....
Christmas Break came and a knock came on her door at 4 AM.
It was the police...
That person sent the picture to EVERYONE.
Everyone judged her.
Bullied her.
From ONE MISTAKE.
She ended up switching schools.
That person found out her school, friends, address once again and sent them there too.
She had no one.
Everyone hated her.
She ended up switching towns.
Then at this new school....She met this boy who she thought liked her.
He didn't....he had a girlfriend.
One day she got a note saying you better leave school.
She didn't.
A group of boys and girls including that boy, the girlfriend and more came up to her while the school surrounded her.
The girl said “Look around, No one likes you.”
One kid from the group said “JUST PUNCH HER ALREADY!” So she did, and Amanda got beat really bad.
And got left.
Alone.
And her dad ended up finding her in a ditch hours later.
She went home and drank bleach, to try to kill herself.
It didn't work.
The next day all over her Facebook page was written
“Drink some more bleach",
"No one cares",
"I hope she dies, "No one would cry", "Everyone hates you", "Amanda try it again we dare you"…and so much more.
She cried every night. Why did everyone hate her.
One mistake.
One.
She started cutting so much and did drugs,and drank alcohal.
She ended up trying to kill herself again.
She failed.
She couldnt take it anymore.
At the end of the video it said ”I am Amanda Todd. I just need someone.” October 10th she hung herself.
She is dead. Rest in paradise, Amanda. You're beautiful. I will find a way to help stop bullying. I will share your story.
Heaven gained an angel. xo.

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Recollections and Reflections

The cold bite of a winter wind reminds me
of man’s inadequacy—
bereft of fur and thick skin,
he relies on construction of polyesters and nylons,
the use of sheep’s wool and the Earth’s cotton.
Though without claws and venom,
man has his mind to craft the tools,
extensions of himself.

I retreat into a grove of pine
where I sit upon the floor of dry needles,
like an unkempt barbershop.
My hands begin to lose feeling in the frigidity.
They shiver as a shaved animal would.
Funny the areas of hair we have, we tame.
We control it.
Control is all we’re trying to get.
Control the cold, control the weather,
control another, control the world,
control yourself!

Man has extended himself beyond
his own reaches.
Man can no longer control his constructions.
Play God he has, but is he not God?
It seems the Devil for many.
The Devil has run rampant (symbolically, naturally,)
and loving Gods are few.
All of man’s systems are plagued by him.
Watch an infant’s innocence, pure.
As it ages, it spoils—
Whole generations brainwashed!
I’m writing back from isolated islands of ignorance!
What to think? What to think?
Now I remember! I’ve been told what,
and I see this cage.
Now watch it disappear.
Must I always forget
to just watch freedom’s birth once more?

-Ryan K. Fuller

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I'm Singing and Consciousness is on the Drums

Bump and bop and knock then stop.
It’s a rhythmic beat to reap the sleep
and see what’s been shown, not meet what’s
been known over and over again,
just changing how it flows from pen to pen
or mind to mind.
Just mind the edges and don’t fall off,
but conquer those hedges secluding Truth,
hung aloft up above for all to see,
and perceive Love,
shoved beneath and stomped
under feet, but breathing
and needing our attention,
undivided and whole—
a beckoning to our eternal soul.

-Ryan K. Fuller

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Me, Myself, and I

Me, me, me;
That’s all we think about
All we care about
The reason behind our actions
And our feelings.

Myself.
It is the image in the mirror
Who is with you all the time
The one who listens to your crazy thoughts
And doesn’t seem to mind.

I am the only thing that matters
I do not listen to anyone else
Only me, myself, and I.

In the end,
The one who will be there for us
The only one we will need
Is ourselves.

Nobody else.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yay~ Another random poem...>.>...Inspired by a friend of mine who seems to be extremely self-centered.

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The Sun and The Moon

The sun may shine within
Her smile
But the moon may shine within
Her eyes.

The sun may reside in
Her heart
But the moon will reside in
Her soul.

The sun and the moon
May share
Her words
But her meaning
Belongs to the stars.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Comments please :)

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