Come here often?There the girl of my dreams was, crying.Come here often?4 hours ago in Free Verse
Expecting me to say I was about to die and
tell her “goodnight” or even worse: “goodbye”
I broke down, she held me as looked me in the eye:
“Please, don’t leave. Who else will ask if I come here often?
Who else will flirt with me, and ignore the fact I got disorders?
Who else will keep trying to build up my self-esteem again.
I really need you, please, you’re one of my best friends.”
I couldn’t say anything, I felt paralyzed and muted.
That’s when she kissed me, and my curse got executed.
I held her tightly, told her would never leave.
I would never give up on her, no matter how I feel.
She let out a quiet sigh of relief
as she grabbed my hand and kissed my cheek.
KLUNKy KLIKy EVERYy TRIPPyclunk idea colliderKLUNKy KLIKy EVERYy TRIPPy5 hours ago in Free Verse
the in the way distance
it has no colour of its alone
or maybe its the other move around
ice pick headaches
put hum 72 circa holes
in the krautrock
I am losing my vitamin B13
3. Brief an Maria3. Brief an Maria3. Brief an Maria6 hours ago in Free Verse
Grau dieser Stadt
zu Leben zu erzwingen
aus des Abfalls
in Orange des Morgens
hallen da wieder
klingen nach Aufgabe
PatienceYou tell me, “You need to talk to me.”Patience12 hours ago in Free Verse
“Tell me if I do something that hurts.”
“I’ll try,” I tell you, and I mean it.
“No, you NEED to tell me.”
I understand that you need me to
And I said that I would try.
I am trying my hardest
To be more than this misshapen cracked bowl
That I have been forged into.
Sometimes it’s difficult to see “me”
Through everything that is “the others”.
The “me” that I talk about is a vibrant person,
Full of emotions and jokes and “I love you"s,
Unafraid of showing his feminine side
And being vulnerable once in a while.
"The others” are everyone who’s ever told me
“You can’t do that; ladies don’t do that.”
“I hope you kill yourself.”
“What are you doing to be more manly?”
“You’re not a male.”
Reasons why you shouldn't die. You say that if you die, the world would be indifferent.Reasons why you shouldn't die. 12 hours ago in Free Verse
You say that the world will no care that you're missing.
That the stars will still be constant.
That the sun will still rise and set.
That the planets will still be around, and the galaxy will still hold.
Those statements will still be true.
But the thing is. Fact isn't always what people think.
The opinions that you need to hear.
Your mother's secret recipe would be just food.
Your father's Super Bowl will just be a silly game.
You're sister will always choose the bunk she always sleep in, and not yours.
Your brother's wrestling tourney will be in tears.
You're bully's taunts will be silent.
You're best friend's tears will be snowflakes of her eternal blizzard.
Joyful flowers of memories will just be a vacant desert.
Pictures of you smiling will be meaningless. Because you won't be smiling in your funeral.
Your grandparents cookies will be burnt.
Your lover's poems, either burnt, or never heard of in a box
Yes, the earth w
They Comfort Me in Darkness As this mull day fadesThey Comfort Me in Darkness 12 hours ago in Free Verse
Into the next starry sky
My moods changing
With each blink of
My crazed emerald eyes
I see their faces,smiling
Comforting and reassuring
My maker reminding me
I'm stronger than this
Paled version of me
My elders telling me
To fight,to love
To accept love
Give my all
I feel a calm
Wash down over me
I Could Fill A BookI could fill a bookI Could Fill A Book14 hours ago in Free Verse
With all the things I wanted to say to you
But never had the courage to
I could fill an ocean
With the tears I cried over you
But never felt better afterwards
I could fill my head
With hypothetical moments with you
That I knew would never happen
I could fill a grave
With the restless hours I thought of you
And never got any rest
I couldn’t fill the universe
With the time I will spend loving you
Because I will never stop.
The Fast Unstable PathIt's like living with my eyes half closed,The Fast Unstable Path16 hours ago in Free Verse
Looking at life through a dazed perspective;
I can't see my face in the transparent mirror,
But I can't see through the mirror that's reflective.
I can feel my breath, I must be alive;
I can't feel my heartbeat; am I dead?
Maybe I'm day dreaming as I lie down,
Maybe I'm dusk-waking as I sit up right;
My mind is walking through the twilight of time,
Too early for morning, but too late for night.
I can't tell if I need to get some sleep;
Maybe I've been awake far too long.
Inject some life into me,
And see if my heart can take it.
I know. I fucking know.
It's the stress that's killing me.
Anxiety is breaking me down.
I need to slow down for my sanity.
I just don't know how.
I just don't know how.
And the hardest fucking part,
About the rapid breaking of my heart,
And the fast decline of my sanity?
Is that almost no one is trying to stop me.
Want to liveI shook it in the face and beaten it till I won.Want to live17 hours ago in Free Verse
I shook the God damn thing till every bone in
my body was broken; till the bloody knuckles
of mine bled so much I could see blood flying
I looked it in the eyes that terrified
the very soul of mine and said
"no more. I want to live"
A PlayNone of it was realA Play18 hours ago in Free Verse
Silly as you may be
I trust you never thought
anyone ever cared to be
anything other than
a damned play on a
Winter Never CameSnowflakes nowadays are crafted from paintWinter Never Came23 hours ago in Free Verse
Or torn shards of paper
With winter being so ungenuine
Who said it ever came?
Youth filled with lies of magic inexistent
And sheltered from what really goes on
With winter being so deceptive
Who said it was ever born?
Russia, gullible Russia
Too blind to understand
With winter being you
And you being untrue
Who said it ever lived?
It meant nothingStand on the brinkIt meant nothing23 hours ago in Free Verse
Close your eyes
That first kiss
and so forever repressed
Your Happiest day
and quick to end
To stand on the brink
And look over it all
and over exposed
I meant nothing
Dance From A Distance.Dance From A Distance.Dance From A Distance.1 day ago in Free Verse
By: Michaela J. Seabrooke.
Dance from a distance.
So they don't see you cry.
Dance from a distance.
So they don't see your mistakes.
Dance from a distance.
So they don't judge you.
Dance from a distance.
So they don't see you die.
Letter To DesolationForget the memoriesLetter To Desolation1 day ago in Free Verse
Good and bad
Put away the hope
That flew away
In your own soaked dust
Freeze in solitude
Break under pressure
Fracture and waste away
Get stomped on under the heaviness
Decorate the millions of pieces
Like you're solid
Hide behind a sunken chest
Wither away in the stillness
When no laughter is heard in your chamber
No warmth is encased
When love is no longer protecting
Wash away in the seas of icy tears
Be suffocated when the air is no longer there
Just stop beating
imprisonTake a look inside yourself and watch the clockwork core. With sinews striking cords, like a piano playing tune, and your heart beat, beating more and more. Compensating for it's silence as the sound is trapped in one chamber after another within your heart; speech locked behind every door.imprison1 day ago in Free Verse
Take yourself apart and see the mechanism of your mind, with imaginary cages and so many laughing faces, jailors lined up one by one, to poke and prod you into dark secluded places, and hallucinations of iron shackles and braces keep you stuck in the routine of getting nothing done.
Little lamps for a genie, iron bars for men, wooden traps for a mouse, but cage your words within your mouth.
TinderboxLove in its most basic element is insatiable and therefore greedy.Tinderbox14 hours ago in Free Verse
I want to take everything I love with me, wherever I go.
I just want the love to last forever, to be with me always, in all places.
And then I remember that true love is selfless. It is sacrifice, sometimes to the point of martyrdom.
And I remember why Ive built so many walls and kept everyone and everything at arms length.
Love is difficult and lonely.
Love is a growth process I am ill equppied to handle.
Love is terrifying and unpredictable.
It burns savagely hot and fast.
Consumes everything we see as beautiful.
Everything that makes us feel good.
And leaves nothing behind.
Barely ashen memories.
And I know,
I was not built for love,
nor was love built for me;
I am simply a field of dry flowers in autumn.
there's nothing.take your love with youthere's nothing.15 hours ago in Free Verse
when you leave
because it's hanging by the door
with the jacket that used to keep me warm,
but the walls are getting colder
and my keys fall out the pocket.
am I broken or is it the mirror?
i can only imagine the things it has seen,
the memories it doesn't want--
i want them though,
even though they hurt
because I want to remember you
because I want my soul to bleed.
at least it will keep me warm
because you left
and took your jacekt with you
even though it didn't work,
i always pretended
no oneshe was there when no one else was.no one21 hours ago in Free Verse
that day- a surprise visit to an old memory
and as time had done, old friends were grainy
i'd wandered the memory, alone but okay
unsatisfied with the difference from then and now
so when seven and half hours went by and
i sat in grass, under an old olive tree, with a patch of grass underneath
not with old friends but instead an acquaintance.
i did not know her well
curly bouncy hair, friendly smile, big nose
plaid elbow-lengths and chocolate eyes.
but she meant a lot
on that memory day
- for it was her who sat down
and plucked then tossed grass at me and around
fingers green-stained and lawn-drenched
olive leaves tousling down, on that red bench
summer breeze, a gleaming greet
basket courts burning feet--
- she smiled and we laughed
about nothing in particular
about a friendship we never quite obtained
but built in a few moments, where i waited for someone other instead.
i wish i had told her
she was there when no one else was.
(and when friends
I know a girlI know a girlI know a girl17 hours ago in Free Verse
Who hates herself
She looks in the mirror with disgust
And pinches the skin she sees as a flaw
She sighs as she whispers
'I'll never be beautiful.'
I know a girl
Who smiles while she's dying inside
She takes in others problems
While she can't make time to deal with her own
And she thinks
she can't do anything right
I know a girl
Who causes pain to relieve pain
She wears long sleeves
So no one sees the pain from inside
That will be ingraved on her skin
I know a girl
Who write her feelings on paper
To make her feel a little less miserable
Tears roll down her cheeks
And her mind is racing, saying
'I know this girl. This girl is me.'
UntitledNo escribo porque descubrí que no sé escribir.Untitled17 hours ago in Free Verse
No sé escribir sin repetir palabras, sin decir cursilerias, sin expresar de más.
No sé escribir cuentos, poesías ni mucho menos novelas.
No sé escribir porque una parte de mi alma se quedó dormida. Mi equilibrio se torno en locura y ya los días solamente pasan.
No sé escribir porque no tengo nada nuevo que contar, ni sentir, ni hacer, ni callar.
No sé escribir porque para quien escribía ha dejado de existir, se ha marchitado ese algo que me llevaba a vivir.
No sé escribir porque simplemente, o quizá es más complicado de lo que digo, no puedo.
Ya no sé escribir.
Over YouIf I Forget EverythingOver You20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Would it Break Me or Heal Me?
Free Me or Tie Me Down?
If I forget Everything, if I Forget You
Would You Forgive Me?
Or Leave Me Like Before?
If I Forget Everything
I'm a Strong Girl
I'll Get by on My Own
Like All the Times Before
Orion's BeltTonight IOrion's Belt19 hours ago in Free Verse
looked up at the sky and
stopped, for a minute,
on the corner.
Half a block away from
home, from warmth for my
freezing face and hands,
from safety against darkness and
walking alone. Yet
it seemed so
to me, in that moment
to orient myself with
the beauty of the sky,
to take in the universe around me.
My face burning, the breath in my lungs
puffs of white, I lifted my face
to the stars.
And as the clouds scuttled
across the sky, I
caught a glimpse- just a glimpse-
of the Hunter’s Belt.
Three stars, hanging in a row,
hidden slowly from view
by the stretched cotton clouds
and the brightness of the moon.
One day, when my grandchildren’s
are old, and in their beds,
joints aching from a cold like tonight,
they might look up to a blank sky.
A man much smarter than
I will ever be told me that
the universe is never slowing down-
it’s just ballooning outward, forever and
forever. And someday,
those lights we see will be
too far for a