Feel like shit? Read this. Hey you.Feel like shit? Read this. 3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah you, reading this right now at this very moment.
You are awesome. No, really, you are.
You may not believe me, but it's true. You don't see it because you're upset right now.
Whatever you're going through right now, whatever has upset you or turned your life upside down, just know that it won't last forever. Nothing good lasts forever, that's true, but nothing bad lasts forever too.
Eventually whatever you're going through will pass, you'll move on through healing over time, and you'll be able to be happy again someday, don't worry. As long as you don't give up. You may never completely get over it, or it may take years or more to move on from, but I can promise as time goes on the pain will become less and less.
It may feel like no one gives a fuck about you, and you may want to give up on living, but please don't. I can promise atleast one person out there gives a fuck. And if no one does, then I do.
If you have no friends, I ca
We've neglected the lessonsour generationWe've neglected the lessons3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
has stomped on the graves
of our ancient ancestor's bodies
buried deep beneath muted earth tones,
and we've dug up their bones
and thrown them against cavern walls,
do you hear their beckoning calls?
we told you
we told you
we told you all
and our generation
has sold our soul to the devil
because the devil wears Prada, Moschino, or Coach,
the devil doesn't care about the
grumbling tummies of our skeleton children
or their parched tongues,
can you hear their bones rattling like our ancestors?
do you hear their echoing calls?
we told you
we told you
we told you all
our generation says
we march to the beat of our own drum
but it seems we stole this drum
from the old man at the music shop
who couldn't make enough to pay for his own skin,
to cover his crumbling bones
or maybe we've built this drum from his ashes,
because of what use are old men,
whose bodies could have been in an antique shop
is that the beat of the drum, or a whimpering call?
we told you
Then Telioni!Δεν Τελειώνει!Then Telioni!3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Δεν τελειώνει η καταιγίδα,
Με χτυπά, με μαστιγώνει!
Δεν τελειώνει ο χειμώνας,
Κι ο τυφώνας με σαρώνει!
Δεν τελειώνει η ερημιά μου,
StruggleThere are times for laughter and times to weep,Struggle3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Seeking for answers until the moment I die,
Feelings of anguish and delight, they creep,
Don’t wanna be thoughtless, there's no retry.
I don’t mind giving this life, my everything, my all,
Just don’t wanna be the one to tumble and fall.
Don’t know what people want, or what's expected,
I wanna walk this life bare-naked, to remain undetected,
Questioning why people want me to act normal, to conform,
I feel puzzled and broken, not knowing the social norm.
I wanna find the answers, so I am pondering,
Do not interrupt me, in my mind, I’m wandering.
When my thoughts are burning, itching,
Don’t want wounds that need stitching,
Sometimes when I’m on the edge of safe,
At those moments it’s love that I crave.
If you are not willing to throw me a bone,
I have nothing against you, just leave me alone.
Often I feel depressed and, or aimless, yes,
The world obsessed with success, stre
My Name Spells Love, Not PainI think our namesMy Name Spells Love, Not Pain5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Are something we grow into
And that the growing pains
Are more pronounced for some
Than for others.
I hated my name.
Had become a swear word,
Borne on the lips
Of playground antagonists
And the one who christened me.
Ache dully still
In the corners of my mind.
I've undergone a shift
From falling to flying,
Like a bumblebee
With poor aerodynamics
And an iron will.
Now it's time to write
And rewrite my name in Braille--
Sky blue E,
Hot pink I,
Two red S's,
With a teal overlay--
In my mind's eye
Until it spells love, not pain.
I will make poetry of it,
Into my verses,
Until I believe they're true.
I will sing along
With the Allman Brothers
That I'm someone to come home to
Until the song sings me.
And although I often flinch
When others say it,
My cheeks will always flush
And my heart will always flutter
And my knees will always buckle
Any time you say it
At random, like I asked,
Because it's sacred on y
what to say when you can't say i love you anymoreyour eyes were always soft, even whenwhat to say when you can't say i love you anymore2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
your voice went hard. for a while,
i treated you like a god and i’m
not saying that i worshipped you,
but i let you hold my hands
and i told you all the sins i carried
in their grooves.
i have since been told that they were never
your burden to bear,
but that doesn’t stop me from aching for you
every time i catch myself thinking
about how it would feel to kiss the girl
two doors down. it’s been a while
since i’ve confessed and i’m not sure
i remember how. the thing is,
i don’t feel that guilty anymore.
the thing is, holding hands is only
ten fingers away from letting go
and we got so good at toeing the line of the cliff
that when you finally jumped, i forgot
i was supposed to follow.
i swear i thought i could keep you floating.
i swear i didn’t mean to let the water
into your mouth. sometimes i wish
i could kiss you dry again but i know
that’s not how this thing works, that’s
not the way
A Pick-a-Mix of PersonalityI am not poetical.A Pick-a-Mix of Personality1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am hypothetical
An organic contradiction
Manufactured by nature,
A slave to the lowly
A crown of thorns
To the holy.
I am a problematic solution
To the introduction’s conclusion;
A soft contusion,
A welcome intrusion,
A truthful illusion,
In clear confusion.
I am the darkness of light,
The gentleness of a fight,
The blindness of sight,
The sureness of might
And the wrongness of right.
I am the danger of security,
The uncertainty of surety,
The end of infinity;
I am humanity.
Jokes On Me“That's so gay”,Jokes On Me1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you say it like it's a
“Do those two girls
like each other?”
It's clear that to you,
“Did you see that man?
He's wearing makeup,
do you think he's gay?”
I never thought of it
never thought it was an
insult to be gay.
But my lips,
they won't protest.
continues to persist.
And what's worse
of all, is that I laugh,
so I can fit in.
You guys are my friends,
so I tell myself you
I tell myself that I'm not gay,
that I should just
laugh my confusion away.
Though a part of me wonders,
deep down within,
that if I were actually...gay
would you guys still be my friends?
Your jokes are just jokes,
but they must speak some truth.
If I were to come out,
would I still be the same to you?
And even as I stand here
questioning my sexuality,
I laugh despite
the fact that
And the more and more
you joke about it.
The more I try to
how to write better poetry.i.how to write better poetry.1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
drink down the words
of the greats in a wine glass.
hell, drink down the words
of teenagers struggling
to straighten out the
gas and brake pedals
of their pens.
drink it all,
carefully structured stanzas
and sloppy melting words
make time for it
even if it's midnight
and all the world is humming
its sleep song.
dig up your soul
and shake down the dirt
over and over
until it becomes habit.
(and I know that might
sound like a pretty metaphor,
but it's easier said than done.)
do it when it hurts.
do it when that one person
you never thought you'd lose
leaves you nightcrawling.
do it when you're so tired
you speak in natural riddles,
do it mentally at morning coffee
and grocery checkouts.
force it until it feels
after all, no one is born a poet;
we carve ourselves fresh,
make art from our own
find a springtime kid
with the kind of smile
that causes shipwrecks.
he will warn you to stay away,
but you will
Just RememberDon't grow cold, my dear.Just Remember1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
They don't know your soul.
disgustingit's fine, it's fine,disgusting2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm fine, i'm okay.
you say this
with a shaky
of the fallen
but still alive
but not wild
your grey-green eyes
in the leavings
of past petals.
but the root
of your fuse
is still intact
and you have not
lost your dynamite yet.
your heart is still
here and it's scary,
i know, but i also know
that it's not fine
and you're not okay,
but i love you anyway.
and i can't promise
that this will always
be this way,
but today i do.
tonight i do.
tomorrow i will.
and if whatever
i will always love you.
because it is a verb.
Her address is somewhere between lost and farawayshe was born in a dark room during a February sunsetHer address is somewhere between lost and faraway2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
so she called the night her hometown. and the
anthem of her bones was glass chiming, the clatter
of plates, quiet meal times spent wishing to sink through
the floor. and the evenings drove her home, to
Mother Moon’s wide-stretched moonbeam arms,
to her sisters sparkling like champagne fizz kisses,
and the mornings drove her to distant lands, desert
skies and sand-scorched tarmac mirages of oasis
palm-tree-pretty boys. she daydreamed about falling into
rainclouds’ bellies, of being cried out as a March drizzle,
of flooding the worn, beat-up bends of her little city’s highway.
she spent the days half-asleep and the nights half-awake,
watching her sisters blink silently back at her, and she would
smile even though she knew that if they died, she wouldn’t
realise for millenniums, and that was a blessing, she thought,
that was a blessing.
snoozeeach time my alarm wen t offsnooze1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
could feel its fucking
ringtone br eak tympanum
it felt as if
ringing drum s beat inside of it
ju st like it was awakening me
from a de ep comatose
making deaf people
h ear again
i could pull its strings out
i could taste the pignant aroma
of the wire encircling my ha nds
like a snake
it was prying, it was
s uff o c a ttin g
Dance Of DeathI dance and twirl to the tune of my heartDance Of Death1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the sky above my face
Feet slipping and sliding underneath
The movements bring calmness
Coolness washes over me
Composing a soft symphony
They say this is beauty
It is none of these things
My performance is made on a bloodied floor
This is my dance of death
Soon the sky will be above my face
Through six feet of soil