Can You Hold on One More Day?I read a poem about a boy.Can You Hold on One More Day?3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who had lost all of his pride and joy.
He wore his heart on his sleeves.
Which were stained red,
From all of the blood that he bled.
The boy died...
By the blade of a knife.
That he ran up and down his wrists.
And I couldn't help but cry.
That poem was fake.
There wasn't such a boy.
It wasn't a true story.
But... Then I began to realize.
That just because it wasn't that specific boy.
There are others just like him.
Begging for death.
Slitting their wrists,
And hoping to die.
Because so many times,
And so many times,
But nothing gets better!
I just wanted to say,
I've been that boy.
At some point.
I felt that way.
And I just wanted to say,
I am so sorry.
I know it hurts but hang on another day.
Please, stay with me dear.
Don't join that boy,
No, not tonight.
Stay with me,
Eternity Comes Only OnceEternity Comes Only Once3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
...In a dream of eternal youth
with beautiful eyes and unspoken truths,
dancing on a thin thread drawn by Selena
in a blue night when all four winds talking about peace;
...In that unique poem when love
shines more than the Sun God on your ring finger,
weaving lasting hopes on a delicate cobweb
in a white day of the beginning of all beginnings;
...In a cold afternoon of December
with memories which surrounds the Arctic Circle,
melting everlasting snows that floods the time,
paradoxically, leaving behind them the fire which burns your heart;
....In the black hole of a single moment,
with pain, with answers, with courage, maybe with joy, or Not,
Waltz with the time between seconds,
Eternity comes only once...
absent resolvei.absent resolve18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i cradle my hope
with both hands,
as if holding it close
will give it the warmth
to stay alive.
when you come near
it flares and rustles,
begging to take flight;
yet i am both caress
we have confused our signals,
mixed our drinks and
closure looms ominous
but i would rather forget
than be caught in this
luminous void of
i am weak
you are blind,
perhaps we could be
if only we spoke.
you have unknowingly
in helical fundamentals
about my identity,
shaped me in
the embers of
i wish i knew
when to release
this frail hope.
we're both drunk
and you're shaking,
caught in a moment
neither here nor now.
bring you back to
the present, and i linger
but you are eager to eclipse
so you run.
i'm too afraid to ask,
but at least the question's
we're both cowards.
Demons Can Feel TooI'll admit that I'm a demon.Demons Can Feel Too2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm cold and cruel,
Hateful and quick to anger.
I prefer darkness over light.
But demons can have feelings too.
I can be hurt, offended.
I can be sympathetic.
I can care for other people
And I can love.
I may be a cruel being.
Excessively so at times.
But that doesn't make me heartless.
Though I may seem so,
I do have a heart.
And I do use it.
Just not often.
Because the problem with having a heart
Is it can be broken.
And I don't want a broken heart.
I think maybe that's why demons seem so cruel and hateful.
They're just afraid of getting hurt.
twenty-sixgive me the ocean;twenty-six2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
let the salt nip at my skin
and sand crush beneath my soles.
throw me to the sun;
char my skin to the bone.
sink me under the depths
till my lungs start to swim
that weightless embrace
is how i feel with him.
Can I Get a Receipt?I gave the worldCan I Get a Receipt?2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and all I got
is bloodied, mutilated wrists
and a death wish.
i'll count to twenty-three and hold my breath.i saw a boy the other day when i went to an art museum,i'll count to twenty-three and hold my breath.1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he stood for twenty-three minutes staring at the self-portrait of some lady
no major art enthusiast has ever heard of,
becuase i guess she isn't cool enough to hang beside monet.
i wish i could remember her name, but more than anything i wish that i knew his,
becuase then i would have part of him in my mind, and those syllables could echo when i'm sitting in calculus class with nothing to do.
i could write poetry with those letters if i knew them,
and then crumple up the pages and leave them lying on my floor,
like the december snow i want so much,
but like his hands i'll never have.
Spaghetti SpinesI am weak today.Spaghetti Spines13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cooked through and thrown,
I'd stick to the white-wash
of the world
curled and curved
in all the wrong places,
an unnatural spine.
Take me off the heat
before I boil--
are too big for these
confined, claustrophobic spaces.
Take me out of the pot,
don't shove me back
into the box.
but i hold my hands out, ad infinitumpolysemous kneels and jaded,but i hold my hands out, ad infinitum18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i curl ambiguity against
the collapsing walls of
letters folded into wings
and gone again.
(maybe they're fluttering,
gliding, soaring, drifting (away))
i cannot fly and
nor can you.
and my voice is clawed
into the branch where i was born
and i am not st. vincent;
i cannot birth in reverse.
no matter how much
i try to carve the words
out from my jawed
but this love and sadness
is baroque, climactic
i look for you
in the attic of my mouth
and the basement of my hands--
i hear you in the corner
of this dystopian (uni)verse
and know better than to reach
for you now,
the room will only fall in on us.
love lettersside a.love letters2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
woman who gives far too much. (jenene)
beautiful soul, step away
for a moment and take it all in.
you love so much,
you love so much,
you love so much,
you love with all of your being
that i often wonder
if you've forgotten
how to do anything else.
woman who gives far too much,
i understand how the wear
and tearing apart of your love
can tear your cheeks
but you need not wear
the selfishness of others
as war paint to your
features of solace.
you are too beautiful
for the scars people
so callously disregard
as your burden,
because it is not.
but i know you love
until there is none left
and even then,
you will always find
trinkets of it
in your back pocket,
so i am here to reiterate:
when your seemingly
endless waterfall of love
begins to run dry,
please know i can be the well
where there is an infinite
supply for the woman
who gives too much;
the woman who loves
and lives as if it
she was put on this earth
to only do such,
i will always have
I'm The ProblemI'm definitely slipping back down.I'm The Problem1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling back into my depressive ways.
Not even sure if I care that I'm falling back down into this black hole again.
So many of them.
That I make it seem like I have no choice but to listen to them.
Because silence can be so deadly to the ears.
With loneliness as a side dish.
My eyes oblivious to the darkness that surrounds me as I fall.
I've become adapted to such color, such atmosphere.
This must be home.
I stay. I leave. I come back.
I'm threatened to return if I walk into such light for too long.
I long to shine bright in the light, though.
It's only a matter of time til I switch to the real insecure being that I am.
Too much light exposes the real mess that I am.
Don't look at me I'm hideous.
My eyes hold the girl that I once was but died.
Everything is wrong and I know it.
Why must I
Never forget meI will lookNever forget me2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
into your shiny
like no one
I will hold you
in my arms
like it’s the
I will kiss you
on your soft
until I have no
I will love
until I know
you’ll never forget me.
Paper Whitesometimes things just go that wayPaper White2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
they begin with sparrows and end with dragonflies;
futures that begin wrapped in soft cloth
become nightmares you just gently want to let go into the night
sometimes you find yourself painting over old memories
fresh paint on top of sanded wood
and things turn out just as you'd expect
and yet you are always falling
and sometimes, there is perfection
there's Low on the speakers, the first album of course
there are two mugs of tea, steaming, and absolutely no rush
the belladonna lily has just bloomed
and feet take measured steps on the creaky wooden floor
long dreamed about, and painted paper white
[Levi x Reader] The Devil With An Eye [AU! Poem][Levi x Reader] The Devil With An Eye [AU! Poem]2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
[Levi x Reader] The Devil With An Eye [AU! Poem]
[P.S. This Is Told Like You're Saying It To Levi.]
You know what you are?
A devil in disguise.
I couldn't tell from the start,
Now I see it in your eyes.
From the day you trapped me
In the web that you weaved,
I didn't think I could be deceived.
I lied to myself,
And said it wasn't true,
And that I wouldn't come crawling back to you..
Now we've begun again,
You promised you wouldn't sin,
But I'm just waiting for the lies to kick in.
You know what you are?
A devil with an eye...
A person with a black heart,
That I noticed from the start.
Do you not know human emotion?
But it's a crazy notion,
That'd you'd be there when ever I'd cry.
I shouldn't have trusted you,
Devil with an eye.
there's something you meant to tell me.my friends warned me about love back when i first started high school because i didn't know anything about anything importantthere's something you meant to tell me.1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
all i knew was poetry and art and world war two and they knew that wouldn't get me very far but i guess they knew i wouldn't get me very far either
and last night it was dark when i was driving home so i was just thinking about everything and in the midnight darkness all i could see were girls with pale pink hair and boys with pastel lips and i realized that both were far more dangerous than driving drunk or smoking three packs of cigarettes a day and maybe if i listened to my friends i might still be alive
but i'd rather be killed by the people i fell in love with than just being alive without nothing to paint into the night sky when i drive.
She Turned Him DownHis body crawled to her like a sick dog to meat,She Turned Him Down3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
his eyes picking at her, dissecting her with every
Watching the steady rise of her exposed chest,
watching the way the sound waves from her throat,
moved her curvy breast.
And he could almost just taste her kindness,
though her two piece suit,
screamed “Her Highness”.
Maybe he could get away from this humiliation,
because the sin he was to commit now,
went against his morals, and to no one he would mention.
And the words flew out of his mouth like water,
and suddenly the bruises and cuts on his body,
stung harder and harder.
Because he could process the look of disgust on her face,
and before he could stop himself,
the door to freedom slammed in his face.
“No,” she had said, like a queen among beggars,
“Go to a homeless house” she continued,
“This is only a woman's shelter”.
He stood there as crystal of snows fell atop of his head,
and despite the cheeriness of Christmas around
TheyThey say beauty is on the insideThey2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
But judge us for what's on the out
They see scars or the smiles
The features of sex or the lack
They say it doesn't matter what is on the outside
But do nothing to step forward
They stare at the attraction
When what matters is the soul
WelcomeRun. Run away.Welcome1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
You run, your place of residence threatening you
If they see you in morning they will not hesitate to murder you.
As you run, tears run down your face, rain is falling, falling as you run.
What did you do? What did I do?
Blame was set on you. For the cause of death.
No one believes you.
Running, running, to get away.
Staggering in your run after many moons, you glance up, seeing a mountain.
A frozen mountain.
It was beautiful, majestic.
Running, you trudge through the snow and sleet, finally feeling the cold.
The winter weather taking its toll on you being no longer numb.
The cold hurts.
It's so cold.
It hurts to breath. It hurts to think. It hurts to twitch.
Falling, falling, you blackout. The cold winter wind covering you.
You didn't see them rescue you.
Coming to hours later, dark violet eyes stare at you. Warm and compassionate.
" Welcome. "
T r a p p e dT r a p p e d2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
This feeling coursing through my veins,
I'm so tired of this god forsaken game,
should I let you control my reins,
or should I just keep bowing my head in shame?
Fragmented 'Creeeeeeeeeeekkkk...'Fragmented 2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
'My delicate fingers reach up to my enameled face...'
'Do you like to see me this way...?'
'My discombobulated form?'
'Deep sanguine liquid drips from the abysmal hollows of where my simple complexion used to be...'
'My eyes...bleary and infested with plenty of crystallized tears, falling...'
'I'm a collapsed Christmas ornament who was on the verge of plummeting to known faith...'
'Sadly, I cannot reconstruct myself...Every touch is just another open rip in the space-like dimension that I am perceived in...'
'And with every rip of distorted imagery, a soul is locked away into an atramentous solitude'
'The only thing that can keep me company is the luminescent stars that twinkle with jubilation...'
'A plethora of them dance before me in the crepuscular sky, perpetual and polychro
downtime or eternity or impermanence or somethingyou're probablydowntime or eternity or impermanence or something2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
going to cut me up and
throw me as confetti
at the wedding and i can
see it now playing out on vhs
what a hipster what a whirlwind
neon black&white graffiti
ruined castle of a girl and why
did you have to be so terrible
i don't think you ever knew
how much i loved you
you said it was bad
luck to step on the
cracks in my spine but
here i ended up paralyzed
anyway it's funny someone
smash a porcelain mug on
my head wake me up wake me
up i am an outfit that no one
will ever wear i am a skin that
nobody likes the look of
it's enough to make my heart
give up and go home, drowned
in all these pills and paediatric
wards i remember what you
taste like i remember what you
taste like i remember what you
taste like oh we were glorious
firewood we were shivering void
i miss you so much and i don't
know how to talk to you let alone
tell you because talking to you
always feels like talking to him
and there are so many spaces where
bodies used to be there are so many
gaps where words
CompassesMy bloodCompasses2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the poem...
It pulses deep in the silent abysses of who I am
the quietness of my dormant heart
collecting the memory of words
as if they were stars on a nocturnal sky
that never will be more than a brief dream
coming from distant shores
with a eerie whisper to my ears
in the labyrinths of the sea caverns of my soul
lazuli gold is the foam by my side
blending with the reddish drops
they wait... and wait until they can wait no more
my hands collapse in the tides
I write, between compasses of blood and water.
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