Empty Smiles

You ask if I'm alright,
You ask if I'm OK.
And I tell you there's nothing wrong.
You let it go and move on.
Are you really that dense
or am I just a good Liar?
You continue to ask your petty questions
until you finally give in and
pass me like it was any other day.
And I'll continue to grace everyone
with these empty smiles and
hope that one day I won't have to lie.

Invisible

I stand in the middle of the room.
You all move around to your own time.
You don't pay attention to me,
my voice like a silent scream.
I could be there forever
and you'll never notice.
So I'll hide behind this damn facade and pretend.
Just like always.
And I'll die just a little more inside.

City Lights

A light breeze sways the tree branches.
Summer rain falls to the earth in the darkness of night.
A lone figure stands above the lights.
Feet shuffle closer to the edge.
No one notices the salty tears mixing with the rain.
The railing is the only block.
Climbing over the rails but not letting go,
dead eyes glance down at the neon lighting's,
so inviting. so inviting
No one see's the last finger let go.

Wall Flower

wow this is the first "poem" in awhile that I used first person

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I sit here all alone, listening to little tidbits of conversations as they pass me in the hall.

They think I can't hear them, they think I don't know what they say.

But I'm always there, waiting for god knows what. And there's nothing I can do.

My turn to play this game is over now, and the game must go on.

So they'll continue to walk on by and I'll just have to ignore them as they go around the corner.

But I can't help but wonder... Has my turn been skipped?

Swoon

YAY RANTS!

You think your so great just because your on a magazine.
So called pretty boy or IT girl with your fake clothes,
fake friends, fake emotions.
Everything about you reminds me of a barbie doll.
Just another plastic cut-out of what society has learned
to believe as the definition for perfect.
But what do you care, with your "high fashion"
clothes and expensive cars that are ruining
the environment. More people pay attention to
you then the matters that are actually important.
Sure you act all high and mighty now,
but what happens when someone "better" than you shows up?

Who's gonna swoon for you then?

Roses

Time. An inescapable force. Everyone walks to their own time. Never stopping, Never waiting, just

moving along with the rest of the crowd. Can't they see just how bothersome that is when they

don't stop to see the rain. They just continue to go along with their own utterly stupid problems.

You all worry about the petty things that should never even be bothered with. Can't they just learn

to stop and smell the roses. If they actually looked around to see what all of this neglect was doing,

what would they say? Only time will tell.

Runaway

A slamming door echos thru the hallway.
Angry screams continue up the staircase from down below.
Articles of clothing are thrown around the room.
Scared hands grab a bag stuffing it with god-knows-what.
Grabbing a coat, a piece of paper and a pen,
a final message is written and feet
thump down the stairs and out the door.

"I'm Sorry, but it's time for me to go"