To Sing a WarHush, hush, sweet child,To Sing a War12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
close your eyes, sleep time has arrived.
Don't you worry about
the sound of bullets tearing down the land,
nor the scent of blood that begins to rise
with every rose that blooms and
every man who dies.
Hush little one, let me sing,
an oath for a rebellion that worshiped a cause:
Justice and freedom for all.
But once the stakes soared high,
so did those who screamed to wage war
in the name of victory. Now only
greed and hate remain and
we're never going back home.
Close your eyes dear son,
There's no point asking
when daddy is gonna be back.
He's somewhere beneath the rubble,
right next to the bread he was so proud to score.
Maybe he's watching from above,
and praying for our suffering to end.
Sleep well beloved boy,
I'm sorry you were born without
a future nor a place to call home.
In a country where money entitles the rich
and condemns the poor, and digging graves
is the growing business everyone aims for.
Sleep, please sleep, I know you're starved but,
BreakoutSpilt tears on broken skin;Breakout18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to hide in my flesh
but each secret slipped out, untied -
each sin: fresh
undressed by night
when the moonlight danced on
incandescent love, attack; bite-back at
the dawn -
I am mapped, drawn,
on my knees
like I was born yesterday
you taught me to fall
you taught me to crawl under the fence
while the power tripped -
I took the thunder from your lips.
Life Lives OnDear My Tattered and Destroyed Friend,Life Lives On9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is a message
to you and all those
who were cut so deep
by the pain,
and everything else
and ripped into shreds
by someone that
used to mean
so much to you.
The person that knew everything about you,
and yet, in the end,
This was the person
that would stay with you
until the wee hours of morning,
burning the midnight oil
and stinging those insomniatic,
tired eyes - sleepless nights,
This was the person
who kissed those invisible scars
(or visible scars)
and promised with all their heart
that everything would be okay
that, with all their will,
that they would never
to hurt you;
"I promise not to add another scar."
when this happened to me.
Two times, maybe three.
All those times,
Dead Girls Aren't Always Who They Seem To Be.There is a boy I know who refuses to leave, he's stuck in my own skin.Dead Girls Aren't Always Who They Seem To Be.21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And that's what I am too. Stuck.
Maybe I'm a hidden love letter
Who writes to the little girls I claim to live inside of me
But shelters the little boy who wants to come outside.
Maybe I'm afraid you will take him away from me,
Or maybe I'm ashamed that you will judge my parenting skills.
He may not be my body,
But he is more than just this poem.
He is my heart, mind, and soul,
The very thing that animates me
And I would be nothing but a bottled love letter,
Lost at sea without him.
dripwhen rain falls,drip19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
lovers feel each drop through the window
as if the barrier between body and glass isn’t even air.
summer: trunk of a royal Chevy trailblazer,
our skin sponged in as much water as we told it.
often, our bodies linger on the edge of nighttime.
nostalgia is tattooed inside my right elbow;
he kisses here first, waking voiceless lions.
he argues that a repeated practice loses its power.
i ask if heavier objects weaken gravity
and tell him to take me home.
this is the rain: pain stemming from lack of habit.
everything i break escapes the possibility of mending.
not even the air braces our bodies for the storm,
night is the dirtiest lie we’ve ever been told.
i worry when
he doesn’t show love
the same way i do and i call him a liar when he does.
stepping on a lion’s tail, you will not hear a roar—
just the deafening crack of a bone you didn’t know existed.
now, we are a repeated practice:
flesh on glass on air:
FireflyI can see you,Firefly15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lights flashing
Faster than I can understand.
Aren't ones I've seen
Before. The sliding sand
In this hourglass
Is drowning me quicker
Than I know how to breathe.
You're flying away from me,
Your lights blinking
Faster than I know how to see.
But it's still beautiful.
And all my years,
If I never understand you,
I know I'll still appreciate
The beauty in your
Graceful flight away
From darkness and from hate.
Decided for me
That your face,
No matter what I do,
Will be something I never truly see.
Willing To LastWhat did I ever do to you?Willing To Last12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is screaming at me all you know to do?
I do as you ask and I take all your blows.
How I wish someone else could know,
Know about the fights and the hate
Or how you wish upon me a hateful fate,
How you torture me with your shouts
When you know there's nothing to scream about.
I'm sick of trying to win your praise
When you treat me as nothing more than your slave.
No longer will I be your trash.
Go find someone else who is willing to last.
Imagine...you are nothing moreImagine having things to sayImagine...you are nothing more13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
but mouth wired shut
You are forced to be silent
All the secrets you'll have to keep
All the silenced cries of help
All the feelings you wish you could share
a toy dancer for a child
and you are nothing more
Imagine if your movements were restricted
never moving on your own
You are lead and dragged along
You have no control over your life
the strings do
You have no mind or opinion of your own
you were made to serve
A wooden maid
and you are nothing more
Imagine if you were bound to the earth
better yet caged and unable to see the outdoors
Never again will you fly free
you are an experiment
And a failure
So you'll be kept to be mocked
something to be laughed at
encouragement to do better
just a little pet
and you are nothing more
imagine if you were told you couldn't pursue your dreams
even after all you've ever loved was lost
no power in the universe could give you the ability
It is impossible
your passion will die with your love
just a lost little boy
Blood and VioletsA film is like a mirror,Blood and Violets16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
a simple reflection of what the creator wishes to see -
wishes others to see, more specifically.
Naturally, there are many layers to anything,
like the bud of a early-spring flower,
for something is always hiding within.
a girl on a swing could be harbouring,
hidden wings, feathered pale like the sun’s first breath.
Or perhaps those of a bat,
leathered and spined,
something out of a nightmare - the sweetest dreams of the mad.
A field of flowers,
might be blood-soaked beneath a storm-stricken horizon…
No, that’s not right.
A downy fawn playing around its mother hooves,
might have broken hooves, bloody and attached to a corpse.
A tiny bird on the edge of its nest, stretching its wings for first flight,
could now be plummeting towards the ground, its fluffy head wrenched backwards at a stomach-turning angle.
A simple click could be so much.
An end? Or just a new beginning?
Love is a raw emotionI am raw;Love is a raw emotion22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the meat in a butcher's shop,
blood drip, drip, drips
melting into crimson roses -
so she plucks one with skeletal
bone fingers and offers it to me, I
swallow it whole and tear my
vocal cords open, it is
digested in my black-hole soul
accidentally (this is how nature works)
so I get up and give her a
statue of broken glass, I have cut
my fingers sculpting it
but she smiles and calls it
(So I'll cover her head to toe
in my bleeding crimson roses and
worship all she is.)
ruins of meNaked,ruins of me15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel naked.
Nothing but the scars on my back.
The burns on my face.
I feel lost.
Darkness surrounds my mind.
The blankness of the sky.
I still feel the pain.
Always I move and they pull.
The fire leaves a pain forever growing.
They are gone.
Why am I not dead?
Why can’t you let me sleep?
I can feel the tears.
Burn my face.
Almost as fierce as the flames.
I can still hear their screams.
They are so loud.
They screamed as they died.
I am so alone.
Empty is the chair beside the bed.
Empty is the room which in I breath.
I can see them.
There they are.
Smiles on their faces.
They have been wait
The Spider's Reoccurring ThornHow I see the thorn in his sideThe Spider's Reoccurring Thorn3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Enjoyment of the aggravation
Mostly well deserved
Against quite the curd
Taking pleasure in the torment
His desire to be rid of you
Cursing yet planning within the mind
Imminent demise one day to come
Never ending haunting
Don't you ever tire?
With testing things through dire?
I Am The DragonTell meI Am The Dragon1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
How long to we know each other?
Walked together these roads for years
I thought it would be forever
Nothing to make it shatter
No way, never
Because I am the dragon
That joined you on your way
All the fear I chased away
When you were tired, you could lay
Your head on my shoulders
Nothing between us
How come it feels like I don't know where to go?
While you told me your story
Something inside of me just yells "no"
Words causing nothing more than sorrow
Not knowing what will be tomorrow
Since I am the dragon
The evil being in my way
That's what you said
The prove is the sign above my bed
Tried messing with my head
But not my heart
How can you believe the words they say?
You don't really know who they are
But still, you seem to obey
Where's that little, wild side of yours?
With whom I played outside for hours?
If there's a dragon inside of me
Warming my heart with its fire
Keeps me safe with its wings
There'll be one desire
Deep inside, I am the dragon
Longing to f
HeartbeatHeartbeatHeartbeat18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tictoc, tictoc, tictoc...
A ticking clock
Counting down my finite life
It fills others with fear
That their life will end someday
But I don't belong to that group.
By fearing it
I won't change it.
There's no point
In fearing the inevitable
Death of our universe
For such behavior
Prevents us from enjoying
What we have today.
My heartbeat fills me with
Even though my days are counted,
I'm still here.
I'm still very alive.
Hope still flows in my veins.
And every heartbeat reminds me of that.
. X you put a bullet in my head. X9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and tucked my corpse into bed.
i whimpered goodnight.
you whispered goodbye.
Go with me under the seaGo with me under the sea15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
His chest rose and fell gently.
I listened to his heart beat as it lulled me to sleep.
I hadn't felt so blissful in days, and I sort of wished it'd last for years.
But then my breath was cut off.
I felt a noose around my neck, and it was clear Connor was gone.
But I wasn't scared.
Not even a little bit.
The noose was made of nothing but roses, daisies and other pretty little flowers.
God, I'm so sick of flowers.
But I didn't struggle.
I didn't try to free myself from her lies.
It simply didn't matter anymore.
How cruel you've always been.
Your kisses were sweet and wrapped in warmth and welcome,
But there was always that tiny part of you that didn't contribute.
A little feeling that gave a shiver down my spine.
I don't know how else to describe it, but it was there.
But as I said, it doesn't matter anymore.
Soon enough, I began to suffocate.
Time to panic.
My useless hands grabbed at the flowers around my neck, pulling as I squirmed to slip out of it.
No progress, but
To be...I need to be lovedTo be...12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be hugged
To be kissed
To be held
To be heard
To be cared for
To be known
To be recognized
To be respected
To be noticed
To be applauded
To be shown that I matter...
A Simple Hello...A simple hello...that was all it took.A Simple Hello...7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And now, I will never forget you.
Even though I do not know your name,
your kindness made my day better.
A simple hello--and now I'm hooked.
Hopefully, we will meet again one day.
I would like to get to know you better...
that is, if Fate permits our reunion.
A simple hello...let it not be a goodbye.
I know that it might be asking too much,
but if we chance to meet again, my dear--
won't you stop and chat me up for a while?
set fire to the person i wasthis name falls out of lips like a goddamned prisonset fire to the person i was10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
sentence; forces me back from whence i came and
that was not a very good place at all.
i heard you spit out the word "it" at the television
when a news story about a transwoman was run;
i heard you say that these people were sick and that
they were still a man because god knows what's
in their pants and i saw the notification that you
liked my status clearly without reading it
because it's been well over two years and you still
call me this awful fucking name;
i cried to her about it and it took all of three tries
to get it right and no matter what she calls me
she never says it. she never lets the letters come out
with that soft voice and she never lets me think
for a moment that i am worth anything less, that i am
not worth the effort-
"michael," she would say, smiling-
"frankie", "strawberry", "frances"-
if that name was a prison these are either my release
or my death sentence.
artist's curseall hours of the day i have such an insatiable need to createartist's curse3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
so much so that it drives me to insanity
i can't sleep
all i do is feel
and from that i create still,
IfIfIf14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you can paint a scene into the minds of the world,
without using your tongue.
If you can keep a raging fire burning in your soul.
If you can be an intelligent, young mind
without closing it off to what the world might try to offer.
If you can turn your mind into a door,
and keep it open
to allow others of your kind in
without them being the puppet master of your mind.
If you can travel to exotic lands,
taste the rivers of sin.
If you can shape your heart to breathe and be free.
If you seek out where knowledge leaks and become knowledgeable,
without cooling that flame in your soul.
If you can read the lives and lands of many,
but don't repeat their stories.
If you can keep a page each day,
for the words that are carved on your lips,
without wasting away the days hiding behind them.
Then you can become a writer, my darling.
NightThe sun sets beyond the horizon,Night7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the stars shine down like lost souls in a sea of darkness.
The moon shows me her face and bathes me in her pale light,
And all the children of the night offer up their praises to her glory.
The Wolf, he howls a lamentation,
And the Owl asks his eternal question,
While the crickets play in their orchestra,
And I wait for you here beneath a lonely oak.
Though I wander aimlessly through the day,
I have been kissed by The Night.
I long for its sweet coolness on this sun burned world,
And for a chance just to be with you.
From the mountains to the seas,
Over the foothills and across the vast plains,
The endless miles do not matter, for when I look up at the moon I know you are too,
And deep in my heart, we are together and always will be.
Beauty Beyond PerceptionTo me you are lovelyBeauty Beyond Perception10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the true incarnation of beauty
To me you are strong
For staying on your feet for so long
You are not broken
No matter who claims otherwise
You're just unlike them
Is what they fail to realise
I see your perfection
And so your sadness and your woes
I offer my protection
From the force waiting to oppose
You saved me
From certain superfluous strife
Erased my apathy
And brought me back to life
You are my distraction
Embracing me with unconditional affection
My flaws no longer matter
In your arms I always sleep so much better
crownskeep your halos, they are onlycrowns17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
gold and stardust, and keep
your crowns, i am no controlling king
don't weave me beautiful flower crowns either- they'll last
a day or two before withering and
falling to bits to the floor.
i don't need to wear
symbols on my head, i'd much rather
type a poem and wear it in my