Empty ShellI didn’t think much of it when I was little.Empty Shell10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn’t notice all of the bottles
That littered the counter tops and the coffee tables.
I didn’t notice how you were always so unstable.
I didn’t think it odd for a moment
Because the whole time I’ve been around you’ve been broken.
I haven’t seen you actually happy
And it kills me.
I haven’t smelt your breath without a hint of liquor
Hiding behind it.
You’ve always walked around with a heavier shadow
The darkness sticks to you
It slowly made its way from your shoes
To your insides and ate away at them until you were left hollow.
A hollow shell.
Somewhere on the climb up the mountain you fell.
You broke all of your bones
And couldn’t make it back home.
You never saw what it was like to see from the top of that mountain.
To see that things get better,
So you never
The things that I never paid attention to when I was small
That I can see now.
And I feel so horrible
.my head has become a.1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
teeming with ugly whispers and most days
i just want to get drunk
it's too much:
sitting in a history class where
the teacher just drones on
like a broken record about how in sixty years
we'll all be suffocating on the exhaust fumes
of our parents' sins.
driving on a clustered highway
in an empty car with half a tank of
gas getting passed by people too
occupied to live their lives.
contemplating a black hole pompous
enough to call itself the
future as an insatiable
debt worms its way into
the valleys and canyons of
my skin and bones.
give me a scalpel and
open up my skull.
exterminate these savage vermin
from my mind before
my veins turn black from their
toxic desires and my heart stops
beating the moment i close my eyes.
on salting the field and winning the warthe phone rings again; pick it up.on salting the field and winning the war22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
today, the boss asked her when you're
coming back to work. she says she doesn't know
when the last time you got out of your house was.
you're not sure either. not all pain is fleeting.
not all pain is bright and hot. sometimes, it's
through the phone, she talks like the sun filtering through
newborn leaves. she is miles and miles away from
the hurricane that is battering your shoreline.
she wants to know when you'll be able to look her in
the eye again. 'the boss is thinking of giving away your job,'
she says. 'when will you be over this?'
you don't know what you should tell her.
'did you know,' you start, 'that years after
the Mexico City earthquake in 1985, citizens
walked around thinking they still felt aftershocks
in the soles of their feet?' break off
halfway through another word. stop. start again,
voice shaking. 'did you know that more soldiers in the iraq war
have died by their own hand than by that of an enemy's?'
voice shaking, h
We all are beautiful!We all are beautiful!We all are beautiful!3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The problem is on our eyes!
O Thromos Kai O VrahosΟ Δρόμος Και Ο ΒράχοςO Thromos Kai O Vrahos3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Τον Δρόμο δεν τον βλέπουνε,
μα εγώ τον περπατάω,
Στη σκια του σκια δεν έχουνε
κι αν βάρος πώς πετάω;
Δρόμοι που δεν υπάρχουνε,
Βράχοι που δεν πατιούνται,
Εχθροί όσοι και νά'ρθο
GhostsYou have just become a shadowGhosts10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is no longer what it was
It is no longer the same
I'm just a stranger I used to know
I know that much has changed
Just a stranger
Nothing that is now really you
You shattered and gone
And now it's just one more person I used to know
I miss you
I feel that it is difficult we could still be friends
But you simply forgot to live
PostcardsThese are my postcards.Postcards21 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'll leave them behind for you.
You'll find them some time after I have gone.
You'll think about how pretentious I am.
I don't truly understand myself.
I find it hard to understand much else.
I'm expected to know everything I dream to be.
These are my postcards.
My thoughts feel upside down.
Not able to smile, or frown.
Only a static, nothing type of sound.
It's hypnotic, in it's own fatal sort of way.
None of this will mean a thing to you.
Ones nothing is all their own.
Still, I'll leave them behind for you.
These are my postcards.
When I Can't Be ConfidentI onceWhen I Can't Be Confident7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
had a dream
one day I could
walk outside and smell
the sweet salt of the
put up my umbrella
smile for real
just once I could
let a grin crack at my
And dance in my step
and feeling of confidence
I pray that I
Based off of myself, my Creepypasta OC NG, my OC Vocaloid-Creepypasta, Fifth Alice.
birds of a featherthey say birds of a feather flock togetherbirds of a feather22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I guess you could say
that we nest within the
catacomb confines of
each other’s skulls,
where we pick and prod
and build memories
like they are the cornerstones
of our own tower of Babel,
towering higher and higher
each piece sways precariously
in the whirlwind that we create with
the steadfast fluttering of
our restless wings as we
engulf ourselves in icarus’s domain
and then in the blink of an eye
it all comes tumbling down
in a flurry of flashes and sounds
as our words spill forth
in poetic geysers and the towers
that once stood tall within
the well-kept chaos that
is our conscious lays
beneath our weary feet
as we pull each other from the dusty rubble,
smiles adorn our aching cheek bones
and effervescent laughter
bubbles from our birdcage ribs
because we realize the rarity
that is our congregation of
two wild eyed minds
as we question ridiculous queries
like my taste in ice cream and your
odd discontent with roses. &
The Wanderer [Poem]That's all he ever did.The Wanderer [Poem]7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From place to place this man strolled,
Finding new spots to call home,
But leaving when he felt they had become old.
He once stumbled onto a beautiful forest,
filled with life and colour and all things bright.
But he up and left when he realized that there,
Hard work was the only way to do things right.
He then clambered onto a mountainous peak,
Where the stone hills seemed to defy common sense.
But as the wind picked up and nature's music played,
He left this place to its own harmonic suspense.
He happened upon a village of precision,
Being all angles, numbers and circles too.
He was given clothes, a home and a bed,
But left after being told what to do.
The wanderer felt sad, and alone.
He could never fit in, not anywhere he went.
He felt worthless, without meaning,
As if his soul had been spent.
“Do I even have purpose?”
It was on this thought he began to ponder,
When realization struck:
Maybe his purpose, was simply to wander.
Say Your Goodbyesclose my eyes and,Say Your Goodbyes1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
let me dream in peace ,
let me rest for a century,
let my body run cold ,
close my eyes, and leave me be . . .
lay me down in my coffin and,
lay my head on the pillow,
place my hands over my stomach,
and interwine my fingers with a cross,
lay me down in my coffin and, close the lid . . .
put a flower over my coffin and,
say your prayers in silences,
then bury me in dirt,
bury me six feet deep inside the earth,
put a flower over my coffin and, . . . . . .
say your goodbyes to my dead body
and, not to my spirit that lives on . . .
Bez przesadyzmunie przesadzaj - słyszałamBez przesadyzmu10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
to tylko nóż wbity w plecy
oddech płytki i przerażony
ten dramat nie jest tu potrzebny
spójrz na nas
nie przesadzaj - powtarzano
jeszcze wiele razy
pokaleczą cię słowa
połamią twoje kości
dajemy sobie radę
w świecie cierpień i zawodów
nie musimy o tym mówić
nie płaczemy bez powodu
słyszałam co dnia
bez teatru i narzekań
oskarżali o kłamstwo
patrzą smutnym wzrokiem
boją się o moje jutro
cluttered soulsit is so easy to become intoxicated in failure when everyone you love has become nothing more than a mound of bones.cluttered souls7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've a test tomorrow on adjectives in a language i appear to understand;
i'm beating myself over the head because i don't want to study,
though all i do is worry that i'm not going to pass.
everyone hates me because no matter how difficult the questions are, i always come out with a ninety percent.
i keep messaging you with internet hugs and showering you with gifts of sorts:
ranging from poetry to portraits;
did she steal your ipod too?
and i'm afraid of everything and anything,
even my own dreams-
his ears were severed and blood was pouring from the holes;
he was clenching a cleaver and he was coming for me, i swear;
he punched me and it felt like knives;
and when i woke up, i could still feel him.
i'm running out of good ideas to publish;
i'm worth three stars, no matter how much of others' s
PurposeThis angel has brought the mighty sword toward my neck, not even the Holy Spirit can lift his sinPurpose21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
His shadow overwhelms mine and the air turns cold
The word comes to his lips like honey on spikes to my eyes
Golden silk dripping from his red and rusty teeth
A beat of life faints and a non-undulating form takes center stage
Now chained to roam a dark wood with nothing but solid moonlight to enlighten my path
I raise my eyes to such inconsistency and find no remorse
No such visits from gentle colors, nothing but his convoy
Forsaken to watch over the spiritless beings he has inspired
Becoming a new leader to his army of obscured reason
I cannot conceal the tears I now own
A silent existence is now my purpose
You may not see me now but believe me,
I will guide you when you are dead
PalimpsestI.Palimpsest21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm so tired of all the sweethearts and young beaus
comparing their loves to the stars,
the infinitesimal specks of luminiferous ether up yonder,
yet I'll chop off all the stars in the cosmos
as if they were hanging from a thread in a little boy's room,
so you can be the only guiding light in the night sky.
I'm so tired of all the heartthrobs and exalting admirers
comparing their loves to the angels of above,
the cold and placid sentinels of immateriality, incorporeality,
yet I'll turn all the diaphanous clouds of the heavens into concrete,
where it shall plummet from the firmament like its own fallen seraphs
and you can rise from the ashes, a sempiternal empress of veneration.
And I'm so tired of all the lovers and grandiloquent infatuates
comparing their loves to the platitudes of today,
their meanings lost to tumbleweeds and detritus,
yet this is how it
Interrupted"He's dead!"Interrupted17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Alphabet of -tionToday I shall teach a lesson in preparationThe Alphabet of -tion18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
With this alphabet of great diction.
So, I shall start where there is relaxation,
And hope, by the end, you get a realization.
Let us begin with brave action,
To get some true ambition.
Maybe even some benefaction
From this annoying botheration.
Now, let me do some clarification
So you walk with some caution:
Don't create your own damnation
Simply because of this declaration.
Can we start with some joyful elation
On the fact that this is not an evaluation
With the pretense of fascination
That plays on your frustration?
Because, honestly, this generation
Needs some help in the glorification
Of such words like hallucination-
Sometimes I wonder if you know true humiliation.
I don't say this to question your ideation,
Just that you don't have an imagination;
In that you can't not have jollification,
Or participate in some jubilation,
Only that, unless you have some kation
For something other than keratinization,
Than you need a limitation
RejectionHated by loveRejection1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doomed to be rejected
A sad fate
My own life
Fancy Words~ A Free Verse Poem for a ContestImagery is nice and so are,Fancy Words~ A Free Verse Poem for a Contest3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words that are long and fancy,
But sometimes I feel as if,
I see it too much on deviantART,
And that the meaning gets lost,
Because I have to use google translate,
Every. Single. Time.
And I have to know old english,
Cause apparently it's smart peoples speak.
Sometimes sentences appear backwards,
And sometimes it's all just mixed and matched
"Time slipped away as the golden, vibrant sunlight touched
the copse. It illuminated my chalice of elixir."
Like what did I just read? Nice to know I guess.
I'm not writing this for an english teacher,
Or a queen or princess or prince,
I'm writing this for the people I want to affect.
The news says this is how teens became less smart,
I disagree because,
How can we be less smart if everyone,
Understands what we say?
LOVE BITEDeaths venomous kissLOVE BITE12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tremors fire the blood stream
Night shade eyes
The vampires touch
Crowd of oneThere won't be millionsCrowd of one20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I'd boo
That's because I'll be honest with you
Perform your tricks
Dance your heart away
Sing and break a glass
Maybe I'll give you that awkward silence
But never will I forget to assure you "getting better"
What To Do NextWhat next, I wonder.What To Do Next1 day ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Yet which should I pick?
promisehungry, homeless, poorpromise5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
world needing more
than a longer rope
or unfulfilled hope
red carpet charade
big business parade
part time minimum wage
captives in a corporate cage
enriching their captor
never writing their chapter
inequality and injustice
always depends upon us
the promise of evolution
seeks our solution