RapeI am a seventeen year old boyRape1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have determination in my bright blue orbs.
My smile can calm even the strongest tempest.
My friends are nothing short of amazing,
and my family...well, they are some of the most
supportive people I have in my life.
I'm going to make it big. Have a family,
live in a big house.
I'm going to marry my princess, have money
I'll be happy.
And my children will look up to me,
so will my wife. I'll protect them,
I'll be their role model.
I'll be the grandpa my grand kids love.
I'll live a long life, until it's time for me to go.
And even then, I'll be smiling down, not ready
to really depart from happiness.
I'm a seventeen year old boy,
and my tears stain my ruffled jacket.
I can't smile like I used to, but I try.
But I'm still so lonesome.
Where were the friends that understood me?
Where was the family that supported me?
They try, but I can't let them in.
My future crumbles, my wife vanishes,
my children...their children, drown in the
cracking oystersmy best friend and i have matching smiles likecracking oysters3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
the insides of oysters and the same amount
of melanin in our skin. it’s magical, really,
how we look like family but live a time zone apart.
we are both tanned and warm, welcoming
each other with eager arms and neon shirts.
he jokes that God had destined us to find each other,
to stand like pillars of sun-kissed promises and
wave across the Lake.
our eyes squint into the light and seeing him is
listening to a laugh track of all my favorite people,
forgetting for a moment that they will die one day, too.
his body smells like returning home after a trip around
the world: the familiarity of a creaky staircase,
the comfort of knowing where the utensils are.
when i open my mouth to tell him something -
about my birthday, perhaps, or our matching hats -
the stagnant humidity lingers on my tongue.
his is much quicker, reacting to my stumble
with the sort of love only the truth feels.
the sweltering summer pales in the heat of our embrace.
Bully You're ugly.Bully3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'll never amount to anything.
No one will ever like you.
If you think he'll stay, you're mistaken.
You have no friends.
People hate you.
You are a freak.
You have no place here.
You are nothing more than a coward who
is too afraid to step outside half the time.
Your face is like something from a horror movie.
No one will ever truly fall in love with you.
Guys want girls that are beautiful and face it,
you are considered everything but that.
Hide behind your hair dye because you want to
feign like you don't care.
But inside the cruel eyes of others burn holes into
You will never amount to anything.
The only thing you will ever be good for
is cleaning up dog shit.
You will never be good enough.
Why bother even dreaming?
How can you consider the possibility of love
when everything you do, the way you look, walk,
talk, move, think, can only ever be seen as
Not only is the outside hideous;
the inside is no better.
Why do you think you've
DivineI’m wanderingDivine1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deeper into the depths of my mind
Further into the dark
Whispers of despair
Whispers of agony
Whispers of cruelty
A revolting incantation
Deeper into the depths of my soul
Further into the black
Screams of revulsion
Screams of torment
Screams for blood
Spells of repulsion
Hymns of the damned
Elemental LoveIt was stormingElemental Love1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
In room 532,
But you came and warmed my bedside
With your sunshine aura.
You refracted my tears
Into a rainbow smile
And, Jordan, true to your name,
Set my voice aflow again
With laughter, like a brook
Flooding its banks
After days of rain.
Has brightened my world ever since.
Okay, LoveOkay, Love-Okay, Love3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not Your Life To Live.I make mistakes as do youNot Your Life To Live.5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
My past is not clean of blood
Nor is it clean of drugs.
Yours may be a bit more pristine,
With different scars upon it
Or maybe it's far darker.
But with this in mind,
How can you sit there
And ridicule someone
For choices that they make
That have no effect on you?
You claim love. So why hate?
It is their mistake to make.
Inform them, but if they choose
To continue on despite that
Then let them,
And love them.
You don't need to like it,
But don't turn your back.
Because it's not your life
And you will never know
The whole story that
Led to this choice.
You will never fully
Grasp how they felt.
Mourning is SolitaryMy grief is not yours to shareMourning is Solitary1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yours to preempt
Because you felt you had more right to him than I
In the end
We each lay claim to one heart
And if comfort is communal
Mourning is solitary.
Thoughts in transit.Internal monologue interrupts external dialogue.Thoughts in transit.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thoughts surge through the sierra of action.
One step ahead of ourselves, while remaining the shadow.
The present is but the pasts investment.
Life and death are in a forbidden love affair.
––Life gives while death receives.
Truth lies to stay honest.
Avoiding difficulty proves difficult.
Understanding is our loving nemesis
––Killing and nurturing in shifts.
Now is an amalgamation of then, and after.
We, are but a billion lost pieces of the infinite puzzle.
––Struggling to find a fitting home.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Choose Your DifficultyIt's hard when you "fall in love"Choose Your Difficulty2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
So easy to fall into hate
For every broken emotion
And one more falling teardrop
You just can't take
You just can't take
adulteryyour mistress wears foundationadultery3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
that crumbles into your mouth
when you kiss her cheek.
your mistress wears blood red lipstick
that stains not only your elongated neck,
but also my favorite mug.
your mistress wears those faux nails,
which are sharper than her intellect
and more colorful than her personality.
your mistress wears tight clothing,
marking every line and curve of her body,
especially that ass of her's.
your mistress wears my engagement ring
and I will hide my jealousy at a bar,
drinking my misery away, day by day.
viiyou fool yourselfvii2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
in metaphor cartwheels
that tumble and trick
(you have never been
one for taking risks)
you fold yourself
into enveloped substance
that spirits so far away
what you really feel
when it gets down to it
you have never been
one for crying
to be saved
in ways that can
(Dis)connectedI know a girl, who calls herself a friend.(Dis)connected4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
we meet once every morning.
She has short hair that won't do as its told,
(Trying to look emo but ultimately failing.)
She wants it to be a different colour,
But she's fickle-
A lighter blonde since she was ten,
Or black at fifteen.
And the smell of hairspray makes her feel sad,
She wore it to a funeral
Ears pierced once, wishing it was more
Wishing I was more.
Her eyes change with the colours of her clothes;
Grey isn't much of a colour,
Chameleon, becoming what it wants
Perhaps a reflection of how she
More than once a day
On the edge of tears,
Not sure if that's the colour
Or emotion that she refuses to acknowledge
For fear it will tak
boreal agony.i became lost,boreal agony.5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
trapped inside a bottle of your saltwater
nightmares, sipping on
algaeblood until your lambent light bulbs
f l i c k e r e d
to boil my freezing waters.
broken toy ships,
oceans of your soul poured from paper, anathematized
eyes, pipe dreams spent
lounging in a sea of heartfelt retentions.
i write logs of bad weather,
hardships spat onto my eyeglasses, filling
me with the sorrow i taste on
widower, spoken words; pink sheets of rushing
water, trembling hips
under wrinkled hands burning the
tips of your hair.
black monday –
i promised you a deep blue,
but left you with thighs of shallow red.
From the clouds, through my eyesGossamer blue cloudsFrom the clouds, through my eyes1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have turned me into
A floating dandelion
I am drifting through the ether
Like a fractal
A burst of purple
Relentless river of sensations
Like a feather touch
A tickle trickling down your neck
Sometimes just a faint whisper
At the surface of your skin
Chocolate liquor rolling
On your tongue
Carnelian and plump
My heart beats faster now-
A bit like
ConversationGive me a minute of your companyConversation1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I'll give you a lifetime of memories
We'll go on a verbal wanderlust
And get lost in the recollection of it all
I'll listen to you for as long as you need
If you're willing to do the same for me.
Let's talk of family and heartbreak
Betrayal, hope, and encouragement
About oxford commas and video games
Tasteful humor and depressing music
It doesn't matter what's on the table
As long as that opportunity exists.
I apologize if I come off too strong
Or too weak to make a change for myself
But the truth is I love the witty banter
The dry criticism and veiled compliments
Because in the end, all that I remember
Is the smile you all put on my face
And sometimes it ends abruptly
Blue in our faces with belligerent sorrow
Cashing in on our vulnerabilities
Realizing we weren't ready to speak
But understanding that next time we meet
We'll be fortified.
A friend is always loyal
And a brother born to help in time of need
So I'm glad I have a way to communicate
Rebel Wild RosesAgitated kissesRebel Wild Roses4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
distanced by a tear mile
safe... I suppose
the rebel wild roses
everlasting any other
haunted by frailties
I will endure with them
…my rebel wild roses
I can always count on them.
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Death is No ThreatSomewhere in time I swear we brushed handsDeath is No Threat4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
And it was that which led me to find you dead.
I'm Not FineI hate it when they can tell I've been crying.I'm Not Fine4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want them to know I'm in pain.
Just leave me be,
I'm dyingI'm fine.
Just go away....
"Oh its nothing!"
More like I want to die.
"I'm just a little upset that's all."
Am I sure? "Yes.
You have enough to worry about.
I love them with all my heart
So I don't want them to know I'm in pain
Don't worry, please I'm
Catholics Aren't PagansCatholics Aren't Pagan,Catholics Aren't Pagans1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
we're Christian don't you see?
Disliking us due to our traditions, is judgmental,
don't you think?
We never pray to the saints,
and Mary is not our goddess.
Your hate of something you know nothing about,
is actually quite immodest.
And yes it's very true,
our clergy can't get married.
But that in no way means,
that they're emotionless, vile human beings.
We don't worship many gods,
only one, and it's the only God.
We do however, believe in the Trinity,
the Father, Son and the Holy Paraclete.
We don't always take the Bible literally,
as we've seen the wake of it's atrocities.
So rather to discern the confusing rhymes,
we learn to read between the lines.
The Sacraments, we hold them dear.
We confess to the Priest, not our of fear.
But because through them,
our sins God will hear.
We have seven Sacraments,
Conformation and Baptist.
Then we have Anointment of the sick,
Holy Orders and Matrimony.
Life starts at conception,
and that w