pureLay me in a shallow gravepure4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath the maple tree
the one I carved
with a crooked heart
when we were but two
Let wind sun and rain
wash my decaying skin
the roots of the maple
sink deep to bone within
to seek sustenance and life
from the marrow of my soul
till the very heart of me
feeds our carven tome.
Leave me in a shallow grave
beneath the maple tree
the one where we had
our very first kiss
when we were sweet sixteens.
Let well-fed worms and busy ants
dispose of all the scraps
until just a shallow hole
marks the end of life's path
and splintered bones lay nestled
in a twisted ball of maple root
in return for a maple's skin
to cut an undieing mark for you.
Spread a bed of lilies
across what used to be my grave
and watch them bloom
as years go by
and you wither with old age
stare up into the sky
through the maple's leaves
to see the forever and a day
I carved for you
in that tree.
day 15: intoxicationyou are the acidic rain seeping into the raw wounds in my chest,day 15: intoxication2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i am too exhausted to push you away
though we both know you will be the death of me.
but in this pain that is wasting away my limbs,
baring my bones to the numbing cold,
leaving me breathless,
in between our heartbeats there is something
something like longing,
for what cannot fill the gaping hollows of my ribcage
still leaves me an aching sort of beautiful.
fishbonesi share bloodlines with a Babylonian manfishbones6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
who cannot pronounce his own name.
they say his mouth doesn’t work right, unhinges
itself from his voice whenever he tells the truth.
when the moon is only half awake and remorse feels more like
a tired bed sheet, i sleep with four blankets and the door open:
something about letting all the wrong house guests in
and freezing easily under pressure.
night keeps our heartaches from the morning, a gentle mourn
for nonexistent oceans and hollow tidal waves.
for too many beds, “you need to take me back”
has been the eager fish bone lodged in my throat,
a wasteful missing rib, just colorless lightning.
i have the same craters as the crescent, too.
you can find my fingerprints in the debris:
my feeble attempt at leaving a mark on a world not my own.
i have watched a tongue escape from its cage and return
scathed with truths of better days. rain tastes the way sadness feels:
bitter yet familiar, like a Babylonian man’s figh
chaserhear her on whitechaser1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
waves in a spun room;
fifty six weeks without
and now you're dizzy in your skin
shaking for a fix
but she's an electric ghost-
a digital blip dancing on hypnotic sugar
lips brushing back the change you might have made.
True FriendshipThere are happy moments;True Friendship6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are dark moments;
Nothing is perfect;
Even the best friends,
Have an argument,
Which can be very painful.
But it doesn't matter,
How many arguments;
Friends will have to go through,
It doesn't matter,
How dark situations;
Friends will have to go through.
True friends will always;
Find a solution for an argument;
No matter what.
True friends will always;
Stand next to each other,
No matter how dark situations;
They will have to go through...
Tick TockTick tockTick Tock3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're going to die.
It's time to fly.
You're a useless excuse.
You observe the abuse.
We wish you were dead.
Listen to the voices in your head.
Seconds counting away.
Let your mind fray.
Take up your knife.
Now take away your life.
quench, clinch succulents (#13)wilted flowersquench, clinch succulents (#13)4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
with emerald stems
and blue spinel petals;
picked by weary fingers
far too old to be at the end
of such young palms;
i want the pedicel
of your sorrows gardened
into my root canal.
blooming thick petals
till they're flush
at the roof of my mouth
so i can feel the peak
of your depression,
tangy at the end
of my tongue.
with your thorns
feeding off the duality
of our weathered gloom.
only the scars
of your woes remain
when you pick your flowers
from my mouth.
ShatterIn my eyes, I'm told there can only be joy-Shatter1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only the glitter of happiness, behind sparkling frames.
My smile it shines,
With the apples of my cheeks
But no one ever thought that maybe,
They might glitter with un-shed tears;
That frames only hide a picture
Of sunken eyes,
Weary and without sleep.
That a smile so shiny and crystal,
Can only be made of glass, waiting to shatter.
All Shall RecedeSand Castles will succumbAll Shall Recede1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the tides of tomorrow,
And the dandelion’s seeds
Are at mercy to the winds.
The sea ice is melting,
Meanwhile forests fall.
In an eventual anomaly,
The Moon will break adrift.
Somehow and someday,
All will fade away.
Children break off from parents
Just as chicks will leave the nest.
Development of independence
Breeds beginnings and ends.
We grow old and decompose
In a relative nanosecond
In contrast to space time;
However strongly we wish to deny;
Eventually all must bid goodbye.
Departure is unfortunate,
Regretful yet required.
Life is forged from greetings
Then propelled by farewells.
Despite this bitter truth
Live on, live long, and in the end
Take solace in that
It’s all meant to be.
No matter how strong the person
Or beautiful the sight,
It’s all destined to go
Like it originally began.
The outcome is certain;
In time, all shall recede.
tablature (#16)u.tablature (#16)2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
on sheet music,
you ring the toll
with vibrating thunder,
and electric ticks.
you said i quit:
those words weaved
into the slits
of my digits
and i quivered,
because i fear you
because i adore you
because i love you.
i wanted to blanket
every lie i ever told
myself and stitch
the quilt around my neck;
the part i want to be;
and the part that i am.
living to die
the eve of heaven;
roaming the monasteries,
the hellhole of my
feudalism of the mind,
again(st) an uncharted heart;
personal saga two.
but this is the second part
of the third time.
articulation is a siren,
unable to pull the trigger for,
fearing she'll do it willingly,
you are still
the light bulb
in my skull.
turn me on
and keep it pulled
until the buzz
some are addicts
Death Sounds Nice To MeDeath sounds nice to meDeath Sounds Nice To Me2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm no longer the happy girl I used to be
All I ever do is sit and cry endlessly
Look at what life has done to me
I always try to think positive
But nothing good ever comes out of it
What happened to the little girl who was everyone's favorite
The one who laughed, smiled and liked to be excited
Over the past few years I've come to see
My face isn't as happy as it used to be
I just wish I could break free
Death really sounds nice to me
Curl up in my bed and sleep every day
I never used to be this way
People constantly beg me to stay
But I know I'll run away from life one day
When I'm gone there'll be no more pain
When I'm done there'll be much more gain
Because now I'll be happy
Death sounds nice to me
sixteenth circle (ii)young girl reminiscentsixteenth circle (ii)3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
of films painted in silence,
you are not an ingenue
but genuinely innocent,
but simply dearly.
endured and endeared
to your art,
and half filmmaker,
the brush strokes
of your curiosity
glide in motion picture.
to monochrome aesthetics,
you are like films
before our time;
a classic in an era
ahead of our time.
4AM, suicide machineThey told me it was 4AM4AM, suicide machine3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was drifting, lying on a piece of paper
Embracing the entanglement of words
Brought forth by the suicide machine
That reels noir films in my head
I woke up like this, a contortionist
Made of wood with flowers growing out of my throat
I squeezed blood ink, out of their petals
And wrote with nails and skin
But everything, everything got torn
Because it didn't matter
Even if I tossed, curled and unraveled-
I had become a crimson flood
And instantly I understood
It was 4AM and I was hugging
The suicide machine
xviaftermath angelxvi1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
look inside yourself
you are a swiftness
in tongues and in letters
(and when you trip over ruins
do you ever wonder
if they were a part
of the self
look inside yourself
absence is an addiction too
you cultivate mine(fields)
and never stick around
to watch the fire
There's None Of Me LeftTo have someone manipulate my feelings after giving them my all.There's None Of Me Left1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Makes me feel more drained of blood.
Leading to an emptier feeling inside me than ever before.
Each time someone starts fucking up and confusing me.
I have to ask myself, what really is my place in this person's eyes?
If I even really have one.
Why do humans distant themselves?
Why do they have to confuse me?
When I've always offered them the gift of my presence.
I can't keep giving more and more of myself.
To someone who just keeps crumbling me up.
Only to throw more pieces of me away.
Like I'm worth nothing and all my efforts are nothing to them.
Sometimes I just miss someone, terribly.
Sometimes I just want to know how someone's day went.
Sometimes I'm worried about someone I care about a lot and want to know how they are.
But I want to be told the truth.
Don't cover up a lie with false facts.
I can feel your lies through my veins.
Sometimes a shitty conversation is all I get.
Sometimes not even hal
NitroglycerineYou could mistake it forNitroglycerine1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding vodka, drunk on
a lifetime of fury no longer
suppressed by a bursting
dam, cracks leaking clear
instead of scarlet turned
to nitroglycerin in my
veins, pull the trigger on
adrenaline bullets with every
controlled breath of losing
control smashing shattering
glass denting walls chipping
paint throwing knives at doors
not a sound nor a curse from
between my silent lips despite
the clamour of violent actions distress,
please do not disturb for I lash, I
floored my own blood the last time
my temper took over and I wish no
harm on another; I grew up being hurt in
anger and I would not bring the same fate on another.
Chaos Between Silence and StarsChaos Between Silence and StarsChaos Between Silence and Stars4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was silence, a cascade of ash and fire,
man contemplating the dim light of a melancholy star.
The amber river, the few stars in the sky,
unrecognizable echoes in the distance of the eons.
A smile, and I with the stitched mouth,
blood on my lips and the broken heart.
A dead life, a lost cause,
the reasons that live in the absence of the gods.
Lightning in the coldest night, truth,
the room is empty and the red, call to my ears.
The innocent voice, pure nudity,
and my eyes gouged out and between screams, deaf.
-Solem Nocte Infinitus-
SheDevilI'm an angelSheDevil3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's a riot
She's the demon
She's hells fire
... And I love her
Does it make me fallen?
Does it make me a sinner?
Should I beg forgiveness?
She's a killer
With blood on her hands
She's the devil himself
She's the wicked and the evil
She's every story's villain
She's Mefisto's mistress
But I love the way she takes me ...in her prison
Her kisses are deadly but sweet
Those touches are warming but quick
Her mouth is a poison but too good to quit
Eyes like mirrors but there's no soul behind screen
I used to be an angel but now I'm in love...
permafrost (18/30)love is a deciduous treepermafrost (18/30)2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
whose leaves flee from cold
and yield to stark monotony
autumn fire slowly withers
leaving the last dying embers behind
to crumble slowly Earthward
the tree bows its branches,
silently mourning its own fallen glory,
but only for a heartbeat:
swaying with the wind, it surrenders
its children one by one in chill gusts
then searches for freedom in the empty spaces
Spread the LoveWhen they're at their final hourSpread the Love5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
And they bear their final breath,
When their eyes are closing
And they are facing death,
You regret the unmade memories
And the words left unspoken
And you wish you'd made the effort
To leave a better parting token
For it's quite true when they say,
"You don't know what you've got till it's gone,"
Which is why it sometimes seems
Like cruelty is all the world has shown
Because we take our lives for granted
And we act like we don't care
And we fail to recognize
All the gifts that we have there,
And it takes a loss
For us to recognize the truth
That what we should appreciate most
We often gain in our youth,
But then these special things lose their shine
Because we've seen it all before
And we begin to falter in our ability
To appreciate and adore,
So I beg you all, please take the time
To stop and spread some love
For you never know when those you love most
Will drift off high above.
Too Far GoneIcy shards of silvery glassToo Far Gone5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sharp as a razor’s blade
Shattered far across my memories
I am afraid.
A blade of merciless black steel
Pain, alive and seething
Buried deep in my cold black heart
I am bleeding.
Bars of depression cage my soul
Relentless, keeps me in
Surrounded, alone, I can’t escape
I am broken.
Darkness rises up to drown me
Where no light can atone
Choking, longing for someone to care
I am alone.
Consumed and overwhelmed by evil
This self-inflicted pain
I can feel my sanity slipping
I’m too far gone.
The Wee SecondsWhy do we always waitThe Wee Seconds14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
until the last possible second
to tell people how we feel?
I almost think there’s a cosmic law—
a star alignment—that dictates
that we be broken, left with
nothing but a withered body
and empty soul before we are
allowed to hear the truth,
because if it came sooner we’d
treat it like a chambermaid—
call it in to clean up our mess
in exchange for a simple
“thanks, you’re dismissed.”
So it waits, lodged patiently
in our throats, for our most
secondhand eternityand the sunlight kissed your cheeksecondhand eternity1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
as eternity spun between you and i,
the knowledge of not knowing
made your smile all the more beautiful.
Thugs Need LoveThugs need loveThugs Need Love3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm just gonna say it now
Gansta's need hugs
A .45 just killed half their hometown
And to the fake thugs
You claim you need love
But turn around
And then fuck that girl
A 'Slut' You say
Your raps all full of crap
"But Metal! She just wanted to fuck!"
Why even ask for love?
I'm a thug
Yes I am
A poor, white, rapper poet of little love
Pain is my place
Grew up with it
It's my way
And will stay the same
So I'll just pick up the pen and spin it
Spit it to be in it
I'm ready to win it
Pain I am in it
I just need
A bit love
From a girl
-Metal, Your Street Kid