.my head has become a.13 hours 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 war12 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
Just SmileJust SmileJust Smile15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The rush of the wind, right beneath your feet.
It's knocked you down, on the left of the street.
People will laugh, people will mock, and people will scorn
Sometimes, like me, you wish you've never been born.
But like my dearest friends taught me, just smile
Smile during the good times and try your darn hardest when dealing with the bad.
This world is bleak, it has a lot to frown over, so just look life in the face and grin.
Tell it, “no matter how bad you treat me. I'm not going to let you win!”
Keep moving my guy, gal, no matter what you look like or how you sound.
There's one thing hatred can't take away from from this earth,
and that's the fact that frowning is more strenuous on the face.
So make your life, and your body feel much better by
Don't Be FooledI never knewDon't Be Fooled18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
How much she loved me,
Until the day
I realized why she wanted
To get me out
Kill the PieceI'm not saying that I want to dieKill the Piece14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our that I no longer want to try
Or that I've come to no longer care
And that I want to stop breathing air.
The only thing that I wish
Out of everything that's brought me to this
Is to kill the part of myself that I hate,
The part that's brought me to this miserable fate.
But the problem with seeking to kill a piece
Is that on the rest of my soul it did feast
And it festered and spread all throughout
Till traces could be seen all about.
And it drowned the good till little remained.
The evil within has become my bane.
To kill a part is to kill the whole.
So long my poor, corrupted soul.
PurposeThis angel has brought the mighty sword toward my neck, not even the Holy Spirit can lift his sinPurpose10 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
GirlI think I love you girl,Girl19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
so much you're my fuckin' world.
You're the one that makes me whole,
to be with you is my only goal.
On my skin I used to shred,
now I think about you instead.
The voices are gone from inside my head
as I begin to weave and thread
a tightly-knit world perfect for you.
I'm going to see this through
until we're together forever,
'gonna enjoy this endeavour
and tell you I'ma never
give up on you, girl.
Under the Train Stationto the bridge under the stationUnder the Train Station20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the softest concrete the heart can taste
that driest rain that warms the soul;
we travel miles in conversation
till all trace of daylight has been erased
and laden clouds begin to roll
Thunder! - or could it be just
the roar of a train passing overhead:
long gone before I fall to dust
you left me lonely as I bled.
What someone told me a while ago.... Cecilia,What someone told me a while ago....21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are so many good things in this world to live for,
You must not even believe for a second
That there are people who would forget about you
And would leave you alone to die. There will always be someone who is there for you. I will always be there for you, and so will all of your friends. They will always care for you; I will always care for you. If you died.......I wouldn't be able to live with myself.......promise me that you will never give up. I need you to promise what I never was......I need you to promise me to be brave.
~ one of the best people I have ever met
Try HonestyTry Honesty1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will you be here when I wake up?
Will I hear your voice's reassuring song?
Or is this all a one sided love game we play?
Tell me I belong...
Show me your validity,
Be honest with it's agony,
I'm here if you can't breathe,
I'll be the oxygen your heart needs,
The beat it's been missing,
Just say you need me.
Say you need me...
H.E.L.L.Hate...H.E.L.L.12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our soul is our H.E.L.L., our emotions our damnation.
|~Love~| = |~Hell~|
OnlyOnly if I could tell this personOnly10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only if I could say what I think
Only if I could say what I felt
Only if I could open the door that would led to happiness
Only if the circumstances were different
Only if the words no would turn to yes
Only if are the words of regret and sorrow
Only if are the words I will think
Only if are the words I will say
Only if......Only if.....Only if.....
Elan vital spelunkAt a time, a land did existElan vital spelunk14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beautiful and brimming of opportunity
A land that a king controlled so righteously fair
It flourished under his rule and his loving family/villagers
The king knew his time as ruler was nearing end
He and his family, a healthy setting of five
A wife, a daughter, and two sons
Two sons that he hoped the best for
He spent his free time training them
Sons, princes to take the throne
Each to their own uniqueness of success
Beings of par
When the time came, his sons in their prime
Two geniuses in their own right
A decision never made
The kingdom forever split under two rulers
The king now retired to his peace
His sons tried to work as one under flag
Though bickering was the sight of the day
Different views soon gave to hate, and hate consumed the valley
The valley became split, sons of a king on opposing sides
Peaceful citizens, taken from their homes and work
Forced into an army, but not at the same time
Each son, making it up to
Where do I belongWhere do I belong??Where do I belong15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I think about it…
I don’t really belong anywhere…
Well I say anywhere…
There is one place I feel like I belong.
Since I’ve moved away everyone has moved on
And when I go back home…
I have no idea what’s gone on
And when I say here…
I don’t know people well enough
So I feel alone
Does anyone actually miss the days when I was around more??
Am I missed at all
I don’t really have many true friends anymore
Some have stabbed me in the back
Some have just drifted away
And then there are those who I call my true friends…
They've seemed to move on and left me behind.
Does anyone actually miss the days when I was around more??
Am I missed at all
I cant call home home any more…
Don’t talk much with my family
Or see them for that matter
My room at home is now a storage place
And the cats spend more time there than I
Does anyone actually miss the days when I was around more??
Am I missed at all?
PalimpsestI.Palimpsest10 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
ObsessedI see you standing at the door.Obsessed5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
With your hands behind your back.
You greet me with a hug and kiss.
Then you ask where I was.
My answear isn't good enough.
Your next question is if I want a surprise.
I answears yes, knowing I'll find out anyway.
I feel pain, first on my face.
Then on my stomach, next is in my soul.
It was a glass bottle.
Your second favorite suprise to give, next to a knife.
Looking down there is a pool of blood.
My blood, causing yet another stain.
Following our route, I go take a shower.
Mend the wounds.
Then I go sit with you.
Wondering why I let this happen to me.
I'm obsessed with the pain.
Once upon a timeOnce upon a time there was a 16 y/o girl. And every morning before school she looked in the mirror and said: “My body may not be perfect, but, it is mine. And I love it. It’s my life and I will lead it my way, for as long as I am happy, I’m alright. I shall protect it until the end.” And then she’d bike to school.Once upon a time19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
She’s 25 now. And everyday before work she says: “My body may not be perfect, but, it is mine. And I love it. It’s my life and I will lead it my way, for as long as I am happy, I’m alright. I shall protect it until the end. And when my time finally comes, I want it written in stone, that I loved myself.” And she runs to work.
a whole string of crisesi wasn't asleep but i may have beena whole string of crises19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
mentally; i am so obsessed with the
thin white lines that lace around
my thighs from before i started dyeing
my hair instead of the insides of my jeans
i read an article about how intelligent people
are more prone to mental disorders, and
addiction but i think i'm just faking it.
i think it's just an excuse, at this point.
i have the symptoms of a different cause,
but i'm diagnosed with smart because whoever
called the shots was probably looking at webMD.
my knuckles are cracking from the weather and
i am cracking from pressure that is coming
in directions that i'm not familiar with and
i don't know how anybody has been fooled into
thinking i was a genius for this long.
Em - my beautiful imaginary friendAnd she stood there, in the rain, and waved goodbye did she - all smiles and going away somewhere new, and I saw her go but didn't know it then, as I was too busy writing all my imaginary thoughts down in a book that wasn't even there. And only in the knowing that she wasn't even real, nor was she even a remembering of someone seen in passing, that is the funny part, as she was more real to me than I will ever be to you, and that must mean something to someone you know?Em - my beautiful imaginary friend13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
But she said to me as she went, she did, that its okay to let go sometimes and to free things without having to worry that they ever wanted to go at all, as sometimes its better to have never loved than to be lost to it...
Strings: Love Sick MelodiesCan you hear my heart as it trembles,Strings: Love Sick Melodies8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
because every time I hear your voice again,
I can't help but let it pull on the strings of my heart.
My Chest Throbs.
I can't seem to find a reason why.
Why shouldn't I let you stay involved in my life,
but why should I let you stay?
We both know I still hold onto these feelings
I can't bring myself to break myself away
noctemn/inverniif you must know how i bleednoctemn/inverni10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
look to the night-moon
see her thin, day by day
-she is empty,
she is cold-
just like i was/am/always will be
& i am no fox-blood,
i am just wearing a mask
[my teeth are stained bloody-
love, i rip out hearts.]
in my father's housethere's a person in this body who knewin my father's house19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the warmth of the sun on my face,
the taste of a real laugh on my lips:
these, and everything else
that years of apathy have stolen from me.
you tell me i am sick
and who am i to disagree?
i am a prisoner in my own head:
a danger to myself and others --
it's true: hell is other people.
i am digging my toes into the dirt,
into land that was once mine,
reaching for the sun and
dreaming of a future that i've
never been able to imagine.
when i wake up, i will remember you.
i will go down to the river and
i will wash off the mud and survivor's guilt;
i will see my face in your photograph and
i will not be afraid, or ashamed, or disgusted.
(there's a person in this body
who will not be ruled by your ghost.)
Words that form a meaningI stare at water's surfaceWords that form a meaning15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking at the fish inside.
No rod or spear have I brought with me,
I want to catch them with my bare hands.
You're asking me why I want to do this?
To that, I have only one simple answer.
Spending more time, keeping my patience,
This is my goal that I have set.
Quickly, my hands tried to grab
The slippery fish, but within mere seconds,
The fish darts away from me.
I look at water's surface,
Wondering why you're not here anymore.
Have I bored you already?
That's probably the reason
Why most people are one day fed up with me.
Nobody sees the tears that silently
Fall from my cheeks into the water,
Rippling it's usually calm surface,
But I'm fine alone. It's better this way,
Because everyone tends to hurt me anyway.
She who sought loveShe who sought loveShe who sought love22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Left alone as a toddler, she was crying in front of a busy street.
Fortunately, someone found her and gave her to an orphanage.
Upon arrival, she was given a name that was meant to be a blessing.
She felt scared and alone as no one had wanted her company.
No one except one girl who trusted her and thought of her as a sister.
She too thought of the growing infant as her sister.
As each and every day had passed, she could not fall asleep.
She would wake up in the middle of the nights, weeping.
One of the caretakers had a heart to give her affection.
She had the same vision every night, of two people in the back of a car.
It made no sense, as the vision was not clear.
What can a mere child know about dreams?
It was her birthday, she had turned four.
Still not able to walk properly, s