Finding HappinessShe's burning up like a suicide noteFinding Happiness21 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
Infinitepart ii.Infinite9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I locked you in my closet,
in the recesses of my mind.
I kept you in the dark,
I kept you in the stagnant, static,
strangling air for what seemed like
years because you couldn't
remember what day looked like anymore.
(You would sit facing the wall,
scratching letters into the paint,
nails curling and cracking upward.
"I love you,
I love you,
I love you," over and over until
you would bleed from your eyes
because you couldn't
keep them open anymore.
That paint was toxic.
You fed off the fumes of dried
polymer and you were so sure that
if you tried hard enough
the words would go through
It must've taken months.
The world traveled around the sun
like you traveled around me,
hovering from a distance
so that I wouldn't burn you.
They all say that it was my
gravity that pulled you
toward me, but it was always you,
They say love is blind and I believe it.
But we didn't start out
loving each other like we do now.
Try This.Hold on to dissipated air like it's the last thing keeping you alive.Try This.7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stuff your lungs with it 'till it feels like you'll explode
And enjoy that feeling of being full.
Exhale and take a pause;
This is what it feels like to die.
Seriously, you might go insane if you never give yourself a break.
Nobody knows you better than you do.
Throw a glass vase at the wall,
Watch as water and sunflower petals mix,
Clashing ever so slightly.
Know that it's not fair.
Scream at the sky,
At the supposed "god" that lives there.
Ask questions even if you know you'll never get an answer.
Wish you were someone else,
Then look at the beauty of your life thus far.
Look at the relief.
Look at the sorrow.
Look at the joy.
Remember what it's like to feel happy,
Or in love.
Hold on to dissipated air 'cause it's the last thing keeping you alive.
Inhale every good thing that's ever happened to you,
And exhale all the rest.
Haikus from OblivionHaikus from Oblivion14 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
Blood and painBloodBlood and pain9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dripping down my limbs
Dripping to the floor
But I like it
For pain is better
(red st)ring.bury me with a (red st)ring(red st)ring.20 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
My Personal PreferenceI don’t careMy Personal Preference3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
For pretty hearts
I like the ones
That are scarred
And taped together
Because those are the ones
Who have been through Hell
And have the courage
To keep beating
ii. two times in artists' eyesi.ii. two times in artists' eyes13 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
A sad loveI am always by your sideA sad love6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must be why I now love you
But her I have no chance
And how would?
We are so different ...
Even at his side, but I feel so far
So many times I caught myself dreaming with two nodes
How many times I hurt myself thinking in both of us
I can not live with this unrequited love
I can not stand, no more
Please listen to me, please look at me
You come so close
One day, I will have the courage to tell you
That in all these years I gave you the one thing that money can not buy
I gave you my love
The Space Between DreamsI walk between the landThe Space Between Dreams13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
of gods and monsters
searching the space
between light and shadow
for a familiar face.
Every angel wears the
face of a demon
because Good and Evil
is all an illusion,
we all dream our own
Prostrate before the tree of life
here the Holy Grail waits,
Odin's own drinking cup,
this is where the seed
of knowledge begins.
The shaman knows
death and life are only
shades fading in and out
along the spiral which they
first dreamed into existence,
the place where all endings
and beginnings meet as one.
Middle RoadMiddle road,Middle Road20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Help in few
Be a great
Of what you
lines for rae armantroutFor instance, an old oak grovelines for rae armantrout22 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.
PassingDistant and out to sea, the loneliest sound I’ve ever heard - the call of gulls – drifts on the gray of early morning. As if in a dream, I walk the dunes, between foam-kissed shorelines and misted hillocks covered with swaying sea grass grown tall, that leans away as the breath of incoming waves approaches, and fades back as they exhale.Passing3 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dark hair in my eyes, I look up the wandering coast and make out the figure of a young woman who is also walking, barefoot and solo, while the offshore breezes push the straw hair from her brow, her pale eyes peering with interest as we draw near, her mouth softening with acceptance. Then, passing each other, we both keep turning every few steps to watch the other walking further away. The sand starts to swallow my feet as I slowly make my way toward the shallows.
bending at tide pool’s edge
the crabs startle
as I see into her grave
Day terrorsYou know that feeling when you wake up and you still wish that you were still asleep?Day terrors18 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
*Farewell*Smell floral decay*Farewell*23 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.
measuring the timemeasuring the time1 day ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
night or nearly so
light and darkness balancing
the scales are tipping
To be a WomanCooking, I'd love to cook you an array of foods,To be a Woman7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
stay at home and stand over the soup as it broods.
I'd cook you breakfast, lunch and dinner,
but you work so often, eating is as rare as a winters blizzard.
But nevertheless, I'd treat you as a King,
because in your castle, you treat me as your Queen.
But according to many to express my love to you,
makes me a victim of the patriarch,
and loving you makes me a fool.
I'd love to be a woman without being judged,
for many not to assume that I’m a feminist, and because,
of this I must support abortion and it's hollow cause.
I'd love others to understand that not all women are “Pro-choice”,
because they're just not.
I'd be happy for people to know that women done think unplanned pregnancy,
is our entire worlds biggest atrocity,
and that even children convinced of rape,
many women do keep, and love them anyway.
I'd be happy if feminist stopped calling me oppressed,
because I get cat-calls when I wear a sexy dress.
You DecideI don’t understand;You Decide7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do people think cursing
An ass is a male donkey,
A bitch is a female dog,
Shit is another word for excrement,
And fuck means sex.
Ass, bitch, shit, and fuck have one thing in common;
They’re just words.
Words are man-made,
They don’t actually have a real, definitive meaning.
What defines them as bad?
The way people construe them.
It’s only as bad as you want it to be.
The Anarchist SermonI like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching.The Anarchist Sermon13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
What fruit is left on Sunday morning?
Days have past since the last idea
to hear the pitch of life saw light.
The children pawn their sinew off
on unexamined vessels.
We gather up our thirsty voices
and watch as they are driven off
into the moorings of our hovel.
If I would teach them nothing more;
“savor this, these delicate miles”
until we sit along the pews
and stare into the quietus.
062. Irregular OrbitYes maybe and no,062. Irregular Orbit9 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Your irregular orbit
Takes you high and low!
transient momenttransient moment1 day ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
distant ice and fire
rippled mirror reflecting
the moment soon gone
Kimi ni todokeAs I was talking to the clouds I realizedKimi ni todoke13 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We're under the same sky, but even so
It doesn't feel right yet to call this "closeness"
Within the vast feebleness of the horizon
Between my endless inquiring projections
Raises the moon, as ever tireless, silver goddess
Since you and I both are looking into
The same lucent iris, I leave it to her hands
To deliver this, my nocturnal message
My quill screeches in tune with my breathing
Transforming my thoughts into inked consequences
With informal beginning and clumsy first paragraph
But with dictionaries and poetry nearby
I still can't find the words to properly say "hi"
So between the H and the I the moon somewhen went away
Leaving room for the sun to shine unhindered
And probe over my shoulder, only to retreat scared
Of the frowning purple from under my eyes