Infinitepart ii.Infinite11 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.9 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.
ii. two times in artists' eyesi.ii. two times in artists' eyes15 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 love8 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
Middle RoadMiddle road,Middle Road22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Help in few
Be a great
Of what you
Day terrorsYou know that feeling when you wake up and you still wish that you were still asleep?Day terrors21 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
To be a WomanCooking, I'd love to cook you an array of foods,To be a Woman9 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.
Kimi ni todokeAs I was talking to the clouds I realizedKimi ni todoke15 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
WonderlandWhen I'm with youWonderland5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm floating in our own little
except the Mad Hatter's dead
and Alice is sleeping with the Knave
behind the Queen's back.
how do they even dareI can’t seehow do they even dare19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why they say
They are so goddamn scarred.
“I look like a model.
But nobody sees the duct tape heart behind my beauty”
What does your otherness have to do
With your defaults.
Oh, so you are slaves to your appearance?
Tell that someone who is too tall.
Too heavy. Too. Fucking. Small.
Or just born as plain and ugly.
Tell that someone who wasn’t accepted by
Our oh-so-social society because of his looks.
And then explain to me
That you didn’t feel stupid.
You’re not pretty.
You’re just ignorant.
DrowningDrowningDrowning7 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Waters rushing around.
In this place there is no sound.
I’m left here alone
to fight the voices on my own.
Insanity is pounding at my mind.
I feel so blind.
There is no saving me.
I can’t even see.
I’m already gone.
There will be no dawn.
I’ve already drowned and died
in all the tears I have cried.
If you find a way
to somehow stay
in this darkness with me
and can help me wake and see
then forever my life will belong to you.
But right now, I’m gone, it’s true.
InstinctIn ways they told me,Instinct22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The voices would sail
how easily I could be free
and how easily I could fail
But as pride wounded heart
and sadness wounded mind
Me and my voices, soon grew apart
And as I struggle now, I grow blind
I long for them all
And wait, and wait, wait.
Might I just hear their beckoning calls?
Or will I fall, I fall and fall.
Tomb of HeartbreakWith every box I open I am greeted by a dead mouse,Tomb of Heartbreak3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you haunt us through this musty house,
Your door is kept shut to seal in what was lost,
Your bedroom carpet was torn out and tossed,
She was your love and you thought your only,
You were scarred when she left you lonely,
This building is depressed but you stayed here,
Because twenty years ago you shared it with her,
You kept everything she left behind,
And spent the rest of your days in rewind,
On almost all of your photos I see her face,
They stare down at your final resting place,
You had held false hope for her return,
I struck a match on her face to burn,
My eyes may sting and blur with tears,
But now someone has faced your fears,
To survive you need to give emotions in rations,
But you were consumed by your love and passion,
Your once shared bedroom had your life to take,
And it became your tomb of heartbreak
vaporThere's no moment quite as hauntingvapor5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
as coming down,
the lights pulsating to the hollow beats
quaking below the vinyl from the stereo.
I hear you, then, breathing through the floorboards,
your teeth edging from the coldness between our words
and the emptiness of the silences that balloon
from our chests.
You are starved, desperate,
snaking between my knees and pressing into my stomach
as though consuming me from outside, inwards,
is all you know.
And I let you, watching your lips move along my skin,
chanting and evolving,
as the resistance within me ripples and diminishes
until I am the hollow temple within which
you choose to reside.
Alcohol By VolumeNights like theseAlcohol By Volume7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at the ABV on my bottle of shitty wine.
EllaElla puede hacer una hermosa pintura,Ella11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pero esta historia tiene un giro.
Su pincel es una cuchilla.
Y su lienzo es su muñeca.
Ella pinta una bonita figura,
En un color que es rojo sangre.
Mientras usa su afilado pincel,
Ella finalmente muere.
Su bonita pintura desvaneciendose,
Lentamente en su brazo.
La sangre no corre en ella,
Ya no puede hacer daño.
Ella pinta una bonita figura,
Pero su pintura tiene un giro.
Veras que su mente era una cuchilla,
Y su corazón su muñeca.
In the endWhy is he saying,In the end12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
so many ugly words,
just throwing them at her,
like he isn’t hurting her
like it doesn’t matter,
like he can fix it later?!
And she’s no better,
cus she is yelling,
everything that comes to mind
at that moment of heat,
like she doesn’t care,
like she won’t regret,
like he will simply forget!
In the end,
they’ll both hurt,
nobody will win the fight,
she will leave
with tears in her eyes,
and sore throat
while he is gonna sit there,
with a rage filled stare.
Hanging off the cliffsides of lifeHanging off the cliffsides of life13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I run, run as fast as I can
he can't catch me, I'm the stronger man
the one with an unbreakable soul, or so I thought
he's killed me with the pain he brought
I'm running out of options on what to do
with all the pain he's put me through
I trip and tumble off the edge
there's a long drop to this ledge
here I dangle one handed
I've listen to everything he's commanded
no more lies, no more pain
I hold on as I feel the rain
he standing over me with a smile on his face
this life of mine was a race
for something I couldn't gain
I lived out my life in chains
I reach for help but it's not there
he keeps winning and it's not fair
he presses his boot to my hand
my knuckles bleed out onto the sand
"the great wolf mighty is he
as he dangles off the edge, his chance to be free
yet he holds on but what for
there's nothing left for him anymore"
my knuckles crush and break
I wonder how much more can I take
I'm waiting for a reason
for something to believe in
he can try and try till he dies
La Chica que sonrie."Corto mi piel.La Chica que sonrie.16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lloro hasta dormirme.
Grito en silencio.
Alejo a las personas de mi.
Me odio a mi misma.
Y aun así todos me ven como la chica que sonríe.
Lines do not pass by.There have been these songsLines do not pass by.17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of us hardly knew
And in the darkness
I still hear them.
I remember every line
Of our songs; every moment
When we stood there,
Where are our melodies gone?
Why did we loose us
But not our songs?
There have been these songs
Which meant a lot to us
And I still have them
In my head.
When I feel badly alone
I listen to myself
Singing a song,
One of our songs.
These melodies, these texts,
They are still with me,
Everything I lost before
Were all of you.
Don't become a WriterYou know you're a writer when;Don't become a Writer17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
you sit down and you vomit your emotions onto the desk,
and whenever you part your lips to speak,
your words are characters that have been animated with precision.
When you finally decide to step outside,
everything is inspiration, everything that crosses your path
is a black cat of knowledge and ideas that posses your mind until you beg for mercy.
But mercy is not given until you bleed the words onto parchment.
When words from others are spoken or read to you directly,
your gears turn, play, rewind, stop, fast-forward, turn around; pause.
Every syllable is an opportunity to create a new destruction
until you suffocate your vocal cords,
and you have nothing left to say,
but the world left to write.
UntitledIt all begun one eveningUntitled20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
As we'd both stopped fighting
- we practised kendo, dontcha know
and there was so much snow
My home was far, at least by foot
A mile away in storming cold
Your friend offered me your services
As freelance taxi - what a chance!
And I said yes
Four years have passed
We have our home, our dreams, our cats
We've had our issues, bad luck, our pasts
And I know you, cause I have see-through eyes
But do you know my heart? You can't - I hide.
This knowledge drums against my mind
That I'm a loner, hard and distant
I can care and I can love
But I cannot utter the words
In strength, I am weak
In confidence, I am meek
Even these simple words are hard to spread
Like so much butter on stale bread
I became stone along the walls
They have been there since I was born
Here is my pain, laid bare and open
I was not taught with love to reason
I cannot blame, I will not say,
But it is clear I missed a step
sometime during my growing years
I had to bear
not feeling wante
Let Me Hate YouDon't say you love me!Let Me Hate You17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't say it's okay!
Tell me you hate me!
Make me cry!
Give me something to fight about!
A reason to hate you
So I don't build myself up around you
So I don't fall hard...
When you become tired of me...
Let me hate you...
When you let me go
I wouldn't have to cry in the dark
You hold me high and strong
Tell I'm addicted
Tell I'm weak without you
How dare you
I don't want to love you!
FriendsI am lovingFriends5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
that you all look
right into my eyes
‘the windows to the soul’
and yet all you seem
to see is
clouds of green
not the shattering glass
through my mind
slowly and agonizingly
tearing my sanity apart
and you can hear
me talk and laugh
but you always seem
deaf to my screaming
no matter how hard
I cry, I am silent
you are blind
to the tears
on my cheeks
and you are oblivious
to the fact that
is dying inside
when I reach out
my hand, silently begging
‘please pull me out
of the dark’
the fear of rejection
has me cradling my hand
to my chest
and I wish I could
tell you everything
and yet I can’t
tell you anything
and it kills me