What is Okay?

Tell me, is it ever really "Okay?"

At times I wish I could disappear, away from the day.


Tell me, was it really all a mystery?

Or was I really something plagued by history?

Judge me, try to reason my scars,

Yet, were you there for  my unreasonable wars?


Did you ever set foot in my shoes?

Taken account of what brings the blues?


Tell me, does it really matter?

If I was any more the sadder?

Perhaps it's just my business, only my trouble.

Not another place to intrude into my bubble.

I'll solve my self alone, and myself alone only

Not for you to break my silence, maybe tonight, I'd just like to be lonely.


Blame my shortcomings for my scars if you dare.

For me, it just occurred, the past isn't something I ever chose to wear.

English Class


Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

I hate this class.

I want to kill you.


Shut the fuck up!

Just let me be.

I don't give a shit

about what you're teaching me!


This class is bull-shit!

I hate every minute!

You bore me to death,

why don't you get it?


Every passing minute,

my anger flares!

Why can't you see

that nobody cares?!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

So... yeah, this piece was written when I was in english class and I was very fed up with the material and teacher. Thus brought about this rage enduced gem, so enjoy! I do apologize if you are offended by foul language, but I feel that I shouldn't censore how I'm feeling. Anyways, criticism of any kind is welcome and appreciated!

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A Wishful Visit


I've been expecting you

Far too long, I must say

Please do come in

It's a bit chilly in here

Dusty and bleak

But a home's a home

After all


I'm ready

There's no better time

For your delightful visit

The rain's still pouring outside

It's so loud I can't hear

The dreadful sound of my voice

But surely you understand me


After you.

I'm willing to follow you

For you musn't fear I'll run away

Or escape your captivity

I'm entirely yours

For the rest of eternity

Have no doubt

That I will go where you take me


You're more bland

And quiet

Than what I imagined

But it doesn't matter

You're finally here

Take me with you


Don't make me beg


And without even leaving the room,

I'm gone,

Leaving a vast vacancy in my body

As my soul

Flees from its carnal entrapments



And its beauties--

Consumes me.

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Are we really arguing again?

This house is too small
I feel bigger and I need a way out
My arms burst through the ever closed windows
My legs and feet through the basement floor and then soil
This foundation that should stabilize is not even the original
That grew me into a flower from seedling
Spare the house for them
But let me break free








You are up


You are down

You spin me around


You hate me

You love me

Your silent

You talk


Does this poem confuse you

Cause you confuse me.


-J. Wallace






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Caught In Between(Frustration)

*Blue Eyed Girl/Green Eyed Girl*
In the middle of everything i once had
She had left to be what i never wanted to hear
Better yet never wanted to believe...
The tension between us, you'll never see both of us so mad
Its only between us but who am i to talk to, you'll just close your ears
How long has it been or will it last i'll never know i'll admit i wished she never had to leave
But at the same time i'm glad she did
Because i found someone who wasn't afraid to show me unlike you, you always wanted me of rid
If i ever stood up and shown her but instead i hid

*Green Eye Girl*
So in my only memory of her "I feel so stupid"
Was the only thing i ever had anything to do with her
Not that much younger than me
But everything I Believe God has every created and wanted the world to be
An Angel and i was too fucking stupid to show that i liked her
How stupid and simple is that to say? Der...
According to me its so hard to do...someone hit me with V8
I couldn't say it, i was afraid because of what might've happened in the future...
I'll never forgive myself for it because i waited too long and for that she had every right to hate
I'm such a fucking dumbass, can you imagine everything new you want to do and someone clinged on to you? i'm a loser..
So that is why it is said that me and her have never been a date.

So in this i say to you Blue Eyed Girl

How do i keep someone new when the you from your past screws it up?
I don't care if you think being risky is a way of having fun
I don't care if having sex is the only way you think holds a relationship
I don't care if i didn't mind you doing what you do, but its enough, i let you torture me, i'm done!
Seeing you upset breaks me but seeing you do what i never saw you before?
Might as well wear a sign that says worth less
Than nothing of such a mess
I couldn't stop believing the disgusting truth
But hell it was wasting my own youth
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, you fucking bitch!
Look at me know arguing with myself because i was too stupid to realize the girl of my past was a slut with an itch
The itch meant she couldn't stop having a man between her legs
The utter truth hurt but i could care less
That's the thing that i really hate!
I'm always the one that hears about everything late!
And yet she still doesn't know why i don't talk to her?

Because she was the only thing that inspired me to keep me on my feet and enjoy life being a normal person...
Without *blue eyed girl* i probably wouldn't have had so much fun being a heart wasn't broken
My will...thrown out, my inspiration
Turned to fucking damnation
You let me down...i looked up to you, my heart didn't break, something i thought i would never see at all worsen
And it taken away by the scum of what this world is, in its older children "Teenagers" Whores...
Not to mention drugs and regret kept what i never shared about her, why she was an easy target for whores and i was the lame ass bore
I knew she end up being in the lowest level possible, i never said it because i never wanted to believe it

So in my last words to you Blue Eyed Girl


Green Eyed Girl...
I'm sorry... I AM So sorry
If you ever find out, i never meant to hurt you, i just wanted you to understand
Everything else that i am offered in our nation land
I would give it all up, My career, my dream, its not there because my dream is you...<3

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Everyone knows what its like to met someone that wants you to be a better person, but never thought what you thought tough love was actually full on harassment...for being different so i matured.

I met the most amazing girl in my life and she left me because the girl from my past said i never cared about her(Green eyed girl)that was never true and i payed for it till *Blue eyed girl*'s friend told me, i blamed myself and it was my fault, and *Blue eyed girl* made her mark all because i never payed attention to her

This is my confession...My memories still hold(Green Eyed Girl) of which i'll never forget. But i never can Because of what(Blue Eyed Girl) did.

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They call me by a name
and look for my responses
Now and then I have my vitals checked
and been told I haven't yet lost the senses

Disturbed and demented,
I often lose my cool,
I'm a tool.

My day is but their part of business
My hours they tick and sweep my dreams away
With active fingers and eyes and toes I toil
Breathing yes but lifeless I lay

Fallacy rules my head
Everyone's favourite fool,
I'm a tool.

With chunks of conflicting grey cells
I try to express I try to see
They convince me everything's fine
With their ideas; frail and flimsy

Stupidity par excellence,
We divide and they rule,
I'm a tool.

I'm Dying To Know The Truth

You're doing much better now, aren't you?
You have your "new hope" now, don't you?
But tell me, because I want to know,
What lies behind that contented and relieved smile, that you show.

I'm sure that they still haunt you in your dreams,
I'm sure that they still cross your mind, tugging at its seams,
Your heart still tinges a bit with pain,
Whenever the memories start to rain.

But you're a good sport, you know that?
You're so cute and innocent, no one can par up with that.
I'm sure she's taking care of your heart now,
but I'm sure that she's really not what your heart screams right now.

A lot of things remind you of them, isn't that right?
Try as hard as you want to, you can't forget them with all of your might.
I'm sure that you still whisper their names in your sleep,
And when she hears, she just turns, faces the wall and stiffles her weep.

She really loves you, and she knows you still haven't really gotten over them,
You love her just as much, but your heart just won't willingly forget them.
You knew that a part of you died and stayed with them,
Just as a piece of your heart went and unintentionally sticked with them.

And the thing is, you're still friends with them,
Your friendship and bond with them was just too strong to be broken.
And even though that bittersweet relationship with them was now just a "Once upon a time",
You still cherish every moment that you ever spent with them because you know that there's no "rewind".

So tell me, I just want the truth.
Trust me, I didn't mean to be brute.
Just please, I'm dying to know the truth,
And nothing but the real truth...

By: RaiLiet_lurvs_BL

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For anyone, who can relate to my poem... :)

And for him, whom I wish all the best, the inspiration of this poem...
I hope you somewhat stumble upon this, And realize that it's for you....:)



I feel silenced in my heart
I feel silenced in my soul

I once spoke out with my heart
But I can no longer.
I feel as if a lock as been put upon my very soul

The path i walk is of loneliness
within the trees of Autumn i crumble and fall to the ground like the once colorful leaves

The icy winds of winter falls upon me like the silence that has enveloped me
The winds blow in harsh days of change.

I wither like the trees in winter,
Standing alone stark and empty .

I spoke once with the freedom of the wind that blows on a windy day.
Endless were my words and they were heard and appreciated.

My words that once left my lips i spoke out with such divine freedom and delight .
Now i am silenced to not speak my words and when i do i am and ignored and forgotten
as if the words never left my lips and reached the ears of that in whom i wished to speak to.

For now i am silenced and sit in the silence that i have been sentenced to .
Until the day when my words once again can be heard and listened to and appreciated as they once were .

Until that day i sit in silence with only the sound of the harsh winter wind blowing through my soul.

My words are my soul and to not speak them and be silenced is death to my heart.

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