red.my father had spiders in his eyesred.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
i couldn't look
In Front Of The MirrorStaring myself on the mirror, hating my appearanceIn Front Of The Mirror3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ruffled hair and acne all around, what an interference!
“I’m pretty!” “I’m really pretty!” Useless monologues
I don’t want to admit it, ending today’s current prologue
I tell myself not to look, and yet my pride is crumbling
Trying to look beautiful, yet my ugliness is stumbling
I’m not letting anyone tell me off, yet I feel like sobbing
Of how I try to cheer myself up, but I ended up failing
I’m falling down in my negative cage, full of depression
Seeing the pretty and risky ladies, sobbing out emotions
Of how I can’t be like them, despite of having a kind heart
If personalities are noticed first, then I can have a nice part
If only I can just show what’s inside, then I feel much belonged
But with how society accepts people, I’ll be pointed in the wrong
Laughing that spits out denial and despair, crushing my own pride
Throwing me away li
preyingyour spectre risespreying5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a burst
dust coats my throat
(and i couldn't sing
in the first place) –
let me breathe
but your hand
covers my mouth
and i can't lash out,
that's not right,
and i always did like
to be the responsible one
(control and security,
that's easily available),
let me sleep
but you're still walking,
still calling out
and I can't tune out
and I can't switch off,
just back off
but i never say that
this is britain.
we're all crippled
Do No MoreMust I do everything for you?Do No More1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you incapable of caring for yourself?
I've watched you daily.
You're not helpless.
So why ask me to do so much for you?
Simply because we're together?
Just because you can call me yours?
I'm not your maid.
I'm not going to do for you when you do nothing for me.
When you can pick up the pieces,
Maybe you can come back to me.
But until then, I will do no more.
Last momentsI stand on the very edge of the cliffLast moments5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gazing out at the setting sun
Feeling the air turn colder around me
As I think about all that I ran from
Beautiful shades of pink and gold
Painting the gentle waves
My tears plummet to the ocean below
As I witness the end of this day
Soon the lapping waves soothe me
The last rays of sunlight dry my eyes
My mind becomes empty and clear
Just like the darkening skies
If I go back, my troubles will return
I need a sanctuary to protect me
A peaceful place to stay forever
And that place is the sea
My joy, my sadness, my friends, my pain
I jump, and I fall, leaving it all behind
The ocean catches me in its chilling grasp
A dark peace overwhelms my mind
I sink; I can't swim, I don't know how
And if I could, I wouldn't even try
And as soon as the light fades into nothingness
So does the life that once belonged to I
But, unlike the sun, I will never return.
hAI YES HAVE A SHITTY POEM???hAI YES HAVE A SHITTY POEM5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is something inside my head,
Like a monster under the bed,
Sharp claws to tear apart my heart,
Razor sharp teeth to make me bleed,
Skin that's black as night,
This thing will put up a fight,
You won't have any time to fight,
For HE takes all of your rights,
Kill the monster under the bed;
The manifestation in my head.
Nocturne Jewel Enchanted water candles lightNocturne Jewel1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
the dark forests of the Night
with no other fire within than
the silver glow of Moonlight...
Pale blue faes dance on their toes,
FINDING HERFinding HerFINDING HER4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Speaking with force
which has filled
a life few would
understand or believe,
grabbing an ear
to halt the intense pain
that takes her
to a dark place,
traps her in time
until a nudge
brings her back
to face the day.
In this reality
she accepts choices
that have brought her
to this place,
where she stands
until a time when
she can scream.
Is the proof on
the pages of a book,
or in the lines on her face
where her smile
hides a frown?
thinking of her days,
joys keep her from
crossing to despair.
releasing the horror
of the shocks,
brought on by
the grind of existing,
as she moves forward.
Hiding in the humanness
that she is,
hovering to belong;
normal, real, true
covered by a mask
worn for evil minds,
quick to judge
a story for which
they have only read
one of the chapters.
fear keeps it insi
RenderingIf you were still hereRendering5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would sketch you
drawing out your lines in loving strokes
till every twist and turn was a familiar road
taking me home
and it would be almost like touching
almost like tasting
charcoal and pencil roadmaps
of how you felt
If you were still here
I wouldn’t need to
or even know why I am afraid to forget
UnderstandI don't understand a lot of things,Understand6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're hot-headed and can't see
the stress burning within me.
I'm turning against you because
all you do when I try getting you
to understand is throw it back
because I lack the ability to
talk to people properly.
I can't make eye-contact,
I sign this contract
but I want to retract
because I know the facts;
you refuse to listen to them
because you glisten among everyone else
in your own fucked-up world.
I looked up things for you to read,
so you can understand my condition
yet you still make it your mission
to tell ME I don't know what I'm doing.
I just want YOU to help me.
You're the only one that can...
Stand up, be a fucking man...
I guess you can't...
Lubie slyszec klamstwajest we mnie częśćLubie slyszec klamstwa1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
do Twoich ust
której brakuje głosu
coraz mocniej zapomnianego
ona ucieka ku Tobie
i niby wciąż chce mówić
że Ty też
The RevealingThe girl that wears a mask,The Revealing1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Afraid to reveal what's behind, to show the truth.
Afraid of what people will think once they see.
She remains wearing a mask forever, never showing the real face behind it.
ode to an unrequited lovei must admit i tried,ode to an unrequited love6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i can't reach to wash
your wounds for you;
you're too tall and the
cloth keeps slipping
from my hands.
i'm not bitter
(maybe a little)
that she makes your
heart sing when i
only made it cold.
wildflowerswildflowers are strange things:wildflowers1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
dangerous in their captivity.
the texture of feathers is easy
to forget. you are searching
for homelands, to resurrect
hope in possibilities
of things outside
these boundaries: how stupid
of them to contain you.
it is a struggle just to keep on
breathing - your lungs cannot
continue like this. maybe
they thought of cages as home,
but you see between the lines
towards worlds unimagined:
the tragedy of make-believe
is right here - encasing
your veins, so-called protection:
you often wonder why wildflowers
appear the way they do.
and yours cannot grow
this is what you failed
to learn, all those years ago.
Do I love you too much?Sometimes I'm afraidDo I love you too much?2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you too much;
Like when you reject my calls
Or ignore my tremulous touch
Begging you to see me;
Too look at me
And actually see
Sometimes I'm afraid
That I'll lose you too soon;
Before the dawn comes,
Before the sun, at noon,
Reaches it's peak;
In the night,
Do you search for
Sometimes I'm afraid
That you see nothing in me;
We pass the time together,
Because, rather than be free,
You're with me instead.
Sometimes I think
You need out of your head
That I am
Sometimes I'm afraid.
What's the real reason
That you keep me secret?
Is it treason
To wonder what you're thinking
I can't help but feel
This heavy, sinking
My head is reeling
Trying to dig up the truth.
Your indifference is ruthless.
Sometimes I'm afraid
That I'll never know
What made you turn away from me;
What made your heart
Start to grow
How long will I last
Knowing how broken this mould
That made us is?
Not long at all.
I'm going to fall
Deep into depres
.the sky was a deep purple stain.4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
with slits of bleeding crimson,
the sun was
a pale orb behind the clouds,
dazzling our eyes and
silhouetting us in red
time was frozen
in one single moment,
there was everything
and there was nothing;
The veil was lifted and I
learned to see what was real -
I am real, I am alive.
riseglitterrise2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything the tv's
pressuring me to
be; i can't be
that way, i can't be
miss america, not
with the fact that i'm me
Fear is rising.
The shadows beckon.
I can't be you.
I can't be me.
Who else can I be?
what's left of
across the ocean and
pray that they'll rise
higher than any
Far above the elements.
Crysallized in the night sky.
Ascended above the entranced moon.
Watch the stars align and take flight
beyond the veil.
Ten thousand years
of radioactive ashes
sing the song of a caged bird.
Are we giants
or just masters of the tide?
perhaps we are, with
the willpower of a million soldiers in unison at
the edge of the battlefield, prepared to slit
throats and murder all those who
oppose that they can glide across the clouds
because they are strong; they
Afloat on the broken wings
of angels falling from the skies.
green and yellow.my brothers aren't like megreen and yellow.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've always been jealous
(daniel has blond hair
blue eyes and my parent's
chris is happy
with nothing to hate
and my parent's sympathy.)
Imagination and CreationI’m drifting again,Imagination and Creation6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into something that is not reality.
That place of infinite possibilities,
Or rather, infinite fantasises;
My wild imagination.
I close my eyes and open the door
To where my heart leads and I am sure
Of every move I make
Of every heart I rebuild and break;
I am jealous.
Such an ugly feeling: jealously,
Taints my aura green
Makes me believe in the unfortunate and the unseen.
I am ready to move on
To life without limits
To being without gimmicks.
I’ll drift in and out for awhile,
Until life gets better
When I can authentically smile,
And know that my path is paved
The streets are laid
Where love actually exists for me
And where I am limitless, free and forgiving.
The Loner and His GuitarA single tear, the relic of his solitude,The Loner and His Guitar3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
to accompany anguish, as steps fade,
between what was and what will be,
left within the old strings of a guitar.
Blank corners of space incite madness,
as his mind succumbs to somber lines,
for the worst is to be – deep emptiness,
when friends turn to kingdoms of fear.
Even shades have walked away,
to resign the story to his fingers,
for when the Loner takes the guitar,
ten thousand voices unite in one cry.
As he hits those wrinkled chords,
hands fall to engrave old songs,
they wail through rusted iron,
to commit sorrow to the world.
~ Nino Kadić © 2015
Un Templo, Dos Vidas y Los EspejosUn Templo, Dos Vidas y Los EspejosUn Templo, Dos Vidas y Los Espejos1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Allí estaban, los fragmentos,
del espejismo de las estrellas.
Allí dibujas, las estelas blancas,
de las memorias y los vacíos.
Una suave melodía, las teclas,
las cuerdas, de la muerte y la vida.
Tú y yo, las manos y el frío,
la desolada nieve de verano.
Los otros, los tornados y el ciego,
las sombras blancas sonriendo.
La melancolía se arropo de belleza,
las mentiras, los espejos, la existencia.
-Solem Nocte Infinitus-
Dear Friend,I'm sorry,Dear Friend,2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sorry you're so upset,
That I haven't helped,
Been there or said hi,
I blame only myself for this,
No one else,
Seems I am slowly going downhill,
You see I haven't been myself lately,
Not the person to socialize much,
Every time I try to help someone who is upset,
Or trying to say hi,
My mind goes blank,
The only thing left is the fear that I'll mess up,
Make my friends mad,
I know you all well enough to know that won't happen so quickly,
Though I still fear it,
I tell myself you have better friends,
Forgetting how all support from every friend matters,
Maybe one day this can be like they were,
I can laugh with you all,
Support you again,
Just know this isn't going to just one friend,
It goes to many,
Many that have been struggling through tough times,
The ones I loved dearly and still do to this very day.
Aluminium rimsI never knew I could recognise it so distinctly;Aluminium rims1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sound of dragging on wheelchair rims;
hands or arms or a coat, or anything
lightly in contact really, obstructing
and creating friction without
so much force as to bring
Brushed aluminium and a
beautiful metallic swish,
whooshing along like a river of grass
blades clashing with a wonderous
subtlety of silvery greens and blues
splashed with dewdrop rainbow in the dawn...
Booted heels kicked bouncing
against shimmering royal paintwork,
ever so chipped from mishandling and wear
and kicked up gravel and excitement,
chosen as his favourite colour,
certainty in indecision...
Spinning faster and faster
s p i n . . .
Do you remember the sound of the
november is callingI trace your ink-infused skinnovember is calling2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my wanting fingertips
and I remember the better
days. You were younger
once and I was sweeter
once, and we shared a
prison cell called love.
You are no longer baby-
faced and I have hair down
to my waist, and you smoke
cigarettes and you drink
whiskey because you want to
be a man’s man. You kiss me
sweetly for the fifth year
in a row, even though I
haven’t known what it’s like
to call you mine in four.
I can’t detach myself from
your wanting gaze, the way
you look at me when I shed
my skin. I can’t let go of your
laugh and your blue-green-grey
eyes, the way you smirk and pull
me close to your heat.
There is a tomahawk on your
arm and I trace its black lines
and the softness of your skin,
and I pray that it will not always
be this way.