Finding HappinessShe's burning up like a suicide noteFinding Happiness13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And upon it's legacy lines
Scribed in crimson ink
Is all her little curios of happiness.
Before misery waddled up,
Knocked over her correction fluid;
Erasing all her joy in a blink.
There's a tape recorder by her side
Skipping a death tone melody;
The silence she hides inside.
Should she stop.
Wipe her days of self-pity and hate
Until she can record a new song
Upbeat to a happy tune of fate.
By her crumpled flat dress,
Glares wild, her knife and her pills,
Though the sight macabre
Only sets her heart ablaze to chills.
Serrated metal to barcode in
A reminder of all her undying pain
And the dark she kisses within.
Numb, she knocks back medicine,
Her bus stop on the highway of life.
Faltering she drops lipstick blade and
To an honest mirror she turns...
What ever happened to
The smiling girl?
What ever happened to
Her innocent future?
Tears fade to a calm stare
Which unravels a soulful grin;
A u-shape of acceptance
To new challenges she mus
To The Boys Who Died In Their SleepTo The Boys Who Died In Their SleepTo The Boys Who Died In Their Sleep21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
c(h)ords s n
cadence in codas
lives into over
on the other
and time folds like old laundry
fade into two endpoints
like closed lines
this is ad nauseum
not ad infinitum
I Annoy EveryoneTell me I’m annoying you,I Annoy Everyone1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I talk too much,
And that I don’t have anything interesting to say.
I’m sorry; I just like talking to you.
I like your company,
But I can tell you don’t like mine.
Stop assuring me that I don’t annoy you,
Or get on your nerves.
I know you’re lying.
You talk to me just for my sake.
I can see it in your eyes.
I think about it all the time,
Because I just want people to be happy.
I don't want to be annoying.
I bother you.
Say the words already!
Fullmetal HeartFullmetal Heart23 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thoughts can be useless.
They don't help in a fight.
In the spur of the moment,
We don't think quite right.
For us it was years though.
With no time to waste
All that we wanted
Was Mom's smiling face...
Instead I lost one.
My brother's sound fate
A soul clad in armor
My horrific mistake.
But now we're relentless.
We search for a way
To correct our mistakes
And go on, come what may.
Now my future is set.
No regrets, can't backpedal.
I'll jump into the fray
With a heart made Fullmetal.
Blood and painBloodBlood and pain2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dripping down my limbs
Dripping to the floor
But I like it
For pain is better
Haikus from OblivionHaikus from Oblivion6 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
What will remain of me?
On the altar of death where I lost everything, cold doesn't affect me anymore -
My cigarette dies first
Que restera-t-il de moi ?
Sur l'autel de la mort où j'ai tout perdu, le froid ne m'atteint plus -
Ma cigarette meurt la première
Dressed in black
Under the dew I stare at the sky filled with birds
Where my husband is flying
Habillée de noir
Je contemple sous la rosée le ciel rempli d'oiseaux
Là où mon mari vole
Desire to return to oblivion -
Near the river, the white sound of snow dispels these wicked thoughts
And my life takes over
Envies de retour à l'oubli -
Près du fleuve, le bruit blanc de la neige chasse ces vilaines pensées
Et ma vie reprend son cours
(red st)ring.bury me with a (red st)ring(red st)ring.13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
still around my ring finger
that i tried to forget
half my life,
cutting off the circulation
he has made with his fists
for the last time.
there is a heaven
and a hell
occupying this casket
with the musk
in the way
the stench of 80 proof
has left this swollen head;
proof that woe is not forever,
in the way
that i know
now there won't
come some day
when a god would have to answer
ii. two times in artists' eyesi.ii. two times in artists' eyes5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
words can't do everything. there
are certain things they
simply cannot describe, should not describe, and
i am one of them -
do not call me eloquent because it is
not meant to imagine the half-hearted, the poison-tongued. i am both; i am neither. i am a contradicting idea without a sense
of sense and it is destructive. some say that destruction can be
beautiful, but not in the in-between
stages of destroying and distraught, of forgetting
i terminate the words that tend
to die on tongues, tip-of-thought processes
that seem to go nowhere. i am a thought on canvas, written
in water and spattered across the board -
we all are. poets and non-poets alike, we are written as words without meaning.
i have learned that words should not describe words.
poets don't lie, except for the big things.
when they claim they
have ink in their veins, they are telling
truths for once in a great while, maybe ever. poets are parts
of a canvas, of a whole, their bodies are meant
lines for rae armantroutFor instance, an old oak grovelines for rae armantrout15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And to you, Rae, because what appears
is always the cosmic cascading bodies,
torched and tumbling,
and someone screaming evacuate-
meaning rebuild, re-haunt.
Reading about the experiment,
it became evident-
the traffic of moans,
crowds of shadows standing
in the peripheral,
a sense of expectation and dread.
This is how death comes in poems:
The last campfire in the distance goes dark.
ConfessionDegrading of both body and mind,Confession1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Degrading of both yours and mine.
Twisting, breaking, slowly sinking
Is the spirit snared inside.
Stuck in its rift.
No mortal drug is quite as strong,
No moral fall is quite as long.
Hidden in labels, formed of no dust
As we were, but formed of lust.
Somewhere behind them,
Sometime behind him,
Someone he once was,
Someplace he once stood,
Now lays a wasteland,
Now lays a man.
His spirit is sprawled out
On a toxic waste dump.
So now he crumbles,
So now he isn't.
So now a chasm's seen,
So here in front of him.
Shattered, sleepy windows.
Nothing but lust remains,
And dust from which his desert is formed.
Fallen in that chasm, deep,
As Mary Jane could never carve.
Trapped in the Mist.
Winds of Death,
TnM - Reincarnation of Love Capitulo 1Marie PovTnM - Reincarnation of Love Capitulo 121 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pude sentir que algo se aproximaba, que mi respiración se aceleraba de una manera increíble algo malo iba a pasar, volteé con angustia para descubrir que Tommy estaba caído en el suelo, sentí como las lágrimas caían de mis ojos, fui directo hacia él. Lo cogí entre mis brazos apoyando su cabeza en mis piernas dobladas; traté de pronunciar palabra pero ninguna salió de mi boca, volví a tratar de decir algo está vez si pude.
- T-Tommy – hable por fin, se escuchaba casi como un susurro - ¿Q-Quien te hizo esto?
Él solo me miro por unos instantes entre triste y desolado, al verlo así no pude evitar cerrar mis ojos y llorar, pero en un instante sentí como una mano acariciaba mi mejilla de una manera suave y linda, regresé a mirarle.
- ¡Ey…! – suspiró – Sabes que no me gusta verte llorar
Me dio gracia en ese instante y solo di una carcajada
- Eso, así
To be treated like a nutcase. Insomnia was one chapter of my life,To be treated like a nutcase. 21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
yet you think it is still plaguing me.
Just because of my fear of being alone,
you make sure you have some light on.
Just because I like to test my mental capacity,
doesn't mean that I am a maniac.
But you don't understand that.
You don't understand that I am okay,
that one stupid video won't 'trigger' my mind wrong.
I am tired of being treated like a nutcase,
I am who I am,
my mind is stable as of now,
so the moment when you catch me crying on my bed,
then that is the moment you can say something.
...But you don't.
You look at your phone more than my distraught feelings.
You carry your job around on your shoulder,
and I am left on the floor.
I am not insane,
those days are over.
I found a way to get over that,
and you just repeatedly telling me that I need help isn't helping.
I know I do!
I need a hug from someone understanding!
Not from you,
who thinks that I need one only because I've been having nightmares.
I am not a kid anymore!
Your storyWhat is it?Your story21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What makes you you?
What placed that iridescent fire into your heart?
Who placed it,
and who held it there?
Tell me your story..
and I will tell you mine.
yet, we still triedi watched you pack all of youryet, we still tried21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
with all your clothing stashed
not freshly ironed or squared;
the wrinkles on your face
matched those on your shirts,
each crease represented
the times we tried
the times we tried and failed.
you accused me of being medusa,
turning each of our chances to
they guard the garden
that never blooms.
not another one..."
undeservingi loved the way you wrote wordsundeserving22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i loved the way you said them.
i would look at you once
just once; once a day
and the one glance was,
is it wrong, is it wrong?
that when my sight skips to you
for a moment,
is it wrong that i am pained
to see your own following her.
i know, i know.
i know very well how amazing
because i know her very well.
you would follow her; and follow her
at her beck and call
as if you were a forever faithful footman.
if you were a faithful footman;
what does it make myself?
myself who craves the very sound of your voice
myself who, has sadly,
become besotted with your unreturned thoughts.
you made me feel obnoxious
and causing discomfort
until you said "No!"
that i was none of the those.
therefore i needed, i wanted, to thank you
thank you and tell you it was painful
but it was marvelous and beautiful;
growing to love you gave me a wondrous thing,
i could see the world in a million different colors.
however i can
I Can't Make You Love MeI can't make youI Can't Make You Love Me23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because you never will
I'll lay down my broken heart
Each fragmented piece
Right in front of you
And maybe you'll see in each and ever piece
How much I really cared about
(Close my eyes, I won't see, close my mouth, let me breathe, close my heart, lock it tight.)
Middle RoadMiddle road,Middle Road13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Help in few
Be a great
Of what you
huron's daughteri think the happiest i have been in the last yearhuron's daughter1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
was when i went to the beach mid-jury
and ran into the cold waves on that overcast day
and it’s so stupid and simple, that this body of
water, these waves
are where i find home
where the memories of my childhood summers
wrap around me and do not make me sad
the hard rocks at the shore pressing into my feet
causing me to smile because i spent so
many years collecting them
sitting in the shallow for hours just to find the
most beautiful, smooth ones
i had missed the rocking i could feel every evening
after pretending to be a mermaid
scooping mud from the bottom, spreading
it on my skin like i was a creature of the lake
and i think of the moment i felt the warm sand on my toes
when i took off my shorts and bounded into the freezing waves
was when the loneliness and heaviness of the last year broke
off of me, even for a small moment
and my friends took me for a lunatic
wondering how i could so freely take the shock to my body
and my s
*Farewell*Smell floral decay*Farewell*15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Grim reaper had his way
Tears saturate burial ground
Quiet sobbing, mournful sound.
Departing from nearby gate
Emphatic soul cannot wait
Mortal life has no claim
Taking leave from this domain.
SanguisGrotesque have faults demanded climbSanguis18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And surpassed the need to ask their place
While windowless columns collapsed
Deluge burn second scores in trace
Meridians bisected meet
For caps have dragged responding tills
Now harvesters live by the axe
For valley walls picked clean have fills
Corralled to anarchy for scraps
The holes claim amany scavenged trail
Joyous in earnest waiting pass
To falls of broken wails
Gregariousness glued their fate
One plate atop its pillar
Glass lips all stain the path of one
Who gives to their creator
In junction of the gimbal's ring
A continuous morose
A faceless sadness unable
To show it short express
Would cliffs trip wheels on lightened hall
Have axles off their ruts
The easiness to turn their flow
Stemmed by what shall abut
A vehicle passengers pile
Evicted into sudden void
Lets clattering the turns bestill
So road has loss the long employed
Now mill pound earth flakes from its bed
The tiles jam bringing its end
As circulates the sounding bleak
vanityi showed god my poems today-vanity23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
when he finished, he smiled and said
for someone who claims to not believe,
you sure have written a lot about me.
self madestand contrapposto in the showerself made18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
free leg busted,
engaged leg calf cut like stone
hot water touching you the way so many have
the way so few have
growing out the hair dye
growing in the sideburns
as though every masculine or feminine trait
makes you more legitimate
What Am I Working For?What Am I Working For?What Am I Working For?1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am told that someday
my future will be great-
and that all of this hard work
will soon be worth it.
Tell me why, my comforter,
must I wait so long
for what I am waiting for
to finally make itself known to me?
I struggle and I push;
I fight and I claw.
When will the rewards come
for me to claim?
Am I really hoping for something,
or just digging for nothing?
Is this working and dreaming
all for naught?
Each day seems just as far from
that "one day" as ever.
Oh God, make the time pass
so that I can be at that place
which I greatly seek!
I don't expect the world
when I get to that light at
the end of the tunnel-
but I do desire the quill,
and gown too!
Let the day be soon
when I can rest my tired eyes.
Let the dawn be near
when my mind might have its ease.
Tell me true, granted that it isn't so,
if I cannot ever stretch
my tired legs.
Let me know if there will be no
change for me.
I'd rather be told the
bitterest truth heard,
then be told
the sweetest lie fo
Day terrorsYou know that feeling when you wake up and you still wish that you were still asleep?Day terrors11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because your dreams and
even your nightmares
have some silly appeal to you
And the day scares you the most
because even when you are
in a room full of people
you are alone
And I don't know which is worse
because I'm only nineteen
and I already feel so tired of this thing
I call life