.i have loved.16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have danced
to the music of torture
i can forget the rest
psychosis (elevation.elation)you don't do or die shit,psychosis (elevation.elation)22 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you just barely survive this
and that's bare minimum.
naked grief and hardly livin'.
yes, our kind are all witnesses
to the socioeconomic guillotine
beheading hopes and dreams
but our figureheads were
and screaming peace
piece by piece
if that’s what it took to spy
peace, even if it was
spotted in pieces.
and you don’t need a piece
to tranquilize or stimulate minds
but rather unabashed honesty
and ferocity in your veracity
eloquently and emotionally.
i want the powers that be
to hear me when i’m pouring
and spitting out all of me.
with my soul visible
to the naked eye
i respect the survival
but i’m here for the revival
of honest living
not just breathing.
scream inspiration like goliath
behemoth burdens like colossus
i will express until my body’s non-existent
ensuring my thoughts curl and twist
rousing tornados and emotion
‘cause i want people to fe
PerspectiveAnd wasn't it tender,Perspective13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way I asked for the moon
to a shooting star,
one silly night.
Wasn't it true
the way I held it
between my fingers
And didn't you smile
thinking how easy,
how easy it felt
that kind of happiness.
Don't tell me
it is impossible now,
go open the window
take the moon for a while.
the suicide hotline was unavailablethere are pill bottles cluttering up my bookcase,the suicide hotline was unavailable1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
multiplying at such a rate that i begin to wonder
if they've somehow learned to reproduce.
they take up the empty spaces between
Wilde and King, Grimm and Pierce:
(the spaces between my lungs and my heart,
my fingers and my toes, the vertebrae
of my neck and spine; all the gaps
that you left behind when you died.)
it's 9 p.m. and i am finally waking up,
wishing that i could stay unconscious just a
little bit longer, only another ten hours or so,
buried away in my foxhole of a bed trying to
escape the war that's taking place inside my mind.
i thought that if i carried you on my body,
you would always be with me when i needed you.
instead i found that i needed you more and more,
and felt you with me less than ever:
the groundskeeper is getting tired of seeing me.
The flow of timeFeels like only a day has passedThe flow of time12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it's been many years
So much has changed
So much stayed the same
Looking back I realize
All the mistakes I've made
All the battles I've fought
All the things that I lost
The clock keeps ticking
Time doesn't stop
And we keep living
Doing the best we can
Bewitched(French version below)Bewitched12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under the wooden beams of the wet abandoned cathedral,
We kiss in the light of a way too murky altar candle
Where, in the darkness only our forsaken breaths resonate.
The rain pounds on the roof's crumbling slates,
And my blood frenetically hammers on my temples,
Bewitched by the putrid smell of your flesh.
Under a winter night, in the deserted courtyard,
Nettles and brambles proliferate despite Nivôse's frost
Who uprooted these burning roses by means of ruthless frostbites.
Eternal desolation, deep snow - and crows;
I kiss thy mutilated and bruised skin.
On the white misty bay, no seagull lives,
The too dark and gloomy sea is reflected in a weighty sky
And in our cursed souls moor the vessels of madness.
A breeze, a knowing glance,
And you vigorously replant in me your rotten nails;
My naked velvet body against yours, we love each other
Like two damned souls seeking humanity.
*Old Crone*Furious witch cast her spell*Old Crone*21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Conjured demons straight from hell
Darkest hour drawing near
Appalling scream, stone cold fear.
She fermented secret brew
Toxic, poison aimed at you
Only potent at Halloween
Guaranteed, fearsome dream.
Lost in forest dark and drear
Panic rises gripped by fear
Enormous toads, spiteful cat
Old crone wearing witch's hat.
This is your temporary fate
Trapped beyond mortal state
Good news is you'll survive
Mouldering witch, not alive.
deficientwe're runningdeficient12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of time, out of breath
and you're my forever
this tongue is forgotten
a set of gunpowder teeth
not fit for waltzing with
(why didn't you know earlier?)
i saw her make the sun
(but never smiling
brighter than herself, sky goddess),
i saw darkness
(call me harbourer,
bringer of night)
in all of its cold
we lifted a veil
i never thought
there'd be glass behind
to trap me and i'm
not shattered but
scattered across the sky
i'm drowning light
Yes, I Am Speaking of You Beauty.Yes, I Am Speaking of You5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a word
You would use
In your vocabulary?
Do you see
Smiling at you?
Is a word
A Guide On How To Take Advantage of Someonei. If you’re a taker (not a giver, never a giver)A Guide On How To Take Advantage of Someone10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’ll peer through the cracks of the walls
To find the most vulnerable soul of them all
ii. You’ll make initial contact
Give them a false hope that someone wants to interact
You’ll make them want to become attached
iii. They’ll give & give, hoping for some praise
Or some sign that they’ve been recognized
Or some sign that they’ll be appreciated by you
iv. They’ll give & give
And you never will
And no- thinking that you’re giving them an advantage of which is that they have your attention is not giving at all
You’re a taker
Not a giver, never a giver
v. & soon your attention will fade
You’ll have found more prey to leech life from
And they’ll wonder what they did wrong
What they did wrong for you to have left them all alone
vi. & as soon as they’ve pretty much moved on
You’ll return but only when you need something
And they’ll drop all progress mad
The Empty NightIt's silent tonight.The Empty Night6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are the stars, once alight,
Twinkling like Mozart's harpischord,
Resting in their beds this night?
I wonder where they are,
Whether they have gone far,
Or if some innocent cherub
Caught them like fireflies
In the prison of a jam jar.
It's silent tonight.
Is the moon, ever proud,
Basking like a Wagnerian discord,
Hiding away out of my sight?
I wonder where he's gone,
Never did I know the word: "Alone",
Or if another rotten crown
Broke him with dirty lies
From the dais of a tyrant's throne.
It's silent tonight
And I know not where
I ought to go.
Where are the stars?
Where is the moon?
I'm cloaked within a veil;
Ever do I fear her black embrace,
Stricken by her howling disgrace,
Never did I wish for a caring face.
But I hope they return soon
For my nightmares seem more bright
In the cradle of the moon and stars,
Yet still it's silent tonight...
SWEPT AWAYBroken lightSWEPT AWAY13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rainbows and fancy
Dancing ego's in rain
The ballad of a clown
Painted faces in the crowd
Autumn BoyHe smells like pencil shavingsAutumn Boy12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and pumpkin spice
on a cold October night,
although his eyes shine amber
(and a little bit gold)
like the fallen leaves in November.
(Sometimes I wish I could drink him up,
because I swear he'll taste like
ForgettingYou don't notice the little breathes you takeForgetting22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until you start thinking about it.
My breaths are my memories -
Here since there but never knowing where it all started.
Was and is, to be and always,
But hardly ever thought of.
How I breathe,
When I don't think:
. . . . . . . . . . .
When I do:
. .. .. . . . . . . . . . .
You see, I'll always go back to not-thinking
Because thinking just causes too much disorder.
I am an orderly person
(Though my desks are always a constant mess
No matter how I try to clean up).
Remembering is a pain.
My thoughts run wild and high, like pigs in the sky -
They fly and soar then crash
Because they were never meant to.
They just... can't.
What was I talking about... Oh yes,
Forgetting like breathing.
You don't remember the little memories you make
Until you start thinking about it.
Autumn LeavesAutumn Leaves12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We only get to be mature
- our most glorious selves -
for the briefest of moments
RecollectLavender paintings blend.Recollect10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of lunar, blanketed streams.
Crystal teas withhold.
Ashen, stoneless dreams.
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,All Hallows Eve4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead.
It isn’t true.
It’s said the stench of hell infects the earth
and healths of heated blood are downed.
But Hamlet lied.
The dead know nothing, the living less.
There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;
souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
Ximena8 months and counting;Ximena9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
she said we'd be together when
the orange blossoms
begin to fall at the end of spring,
when the sweet lily breeze
becomes bitter with the scent of
cloves and week-old honey from
an angry queen bee's hive.
She said no longer would we have
to hide how we feel on the festive
night streets of Buenos Aires;
a land of music and temptation,
a devastating coolness like a winter
fairy's pale rose fingers on my wrist,
covering up my veins; red,
warm-colored, a different, slightly
darker tone than her own.
Oh but she doesn't mind,
my lady in lilac threads.
To her, we're the same
when the lights go out
along the port, when
the ships are docked
and resting after hours at sea;
battling waves, searching for
oysters, pearl caves.
Oh baby, let's go..
Querida, you have been
away for far too long.
I can't stand this loneliness,
this indifference coming
from the bottom of
a bottle of Alamos.
Oh isn't it a shame,
how much time has
passed between us;
all those parties, wasted
on the c
inevitablechanging days cominginevitable20 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
[a crunch from
transient beautya perfect momenttransient beauty22 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
lost in the passing of time
only light remains
j u x t a p o s eone mississippij u x t a p o s e17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
trembling rhythm beats
stark upon the fragile pulse
of a riptide, the shaking
bone of a cemetery queen
carved in marble and
frantic oxygen, a body
that is no longer real
you are an altar and i
am a pyre: you grow the
vines, i burn them up and
coil and twist my skin until
i am among the stars, roots
wrapped around the earth
to choke your fucking temple
primal drumbeat of a skin
stitched senseless with
words and drenched in
sky, in ecstasy and hidden
things keep your eyes wide
with the hype i never caught
start a war in your spare time
what a goddamn gorgeous
of a crucifixion.)
historicaseI find myself sayinghistoricase19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
"it’s okay," a lot
a drunken slurred promise
to stay sober.
there are so many songs
I wish I cast in your
empty direction. I remember
the first time one
pulled a knot out of my throat,
etched it and clad it
on the vacant drum body
of numbness; none of it
was mine to keep.
just like you, or
dad or even my words.
they’re all evanescent lovers and
that no longer
terrifies me. I’m so readily
seduced and climbed onto,
I don’t know how much
of me had been truly