Touch (day 09)youTouch (day 09)16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
tracing my curves
delicate skin on frames
of ivory bones, blood pumping
positive poison through my veins
setting my soul ablaze with feelings
both foreign and yet wonderfully known
Anxiety One second, two seconds,Anxiety 21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Three and four,
What's that rapping
at my door?
Are there people,
Just to fill me
With more fear.
Inside I lay
On these sheets
For death to meet.
Take me, end me,
I want no more,
One second, two seconds,
Three and four.
I found my breaths
I haven't moved
For sleep or eating.
These pills I'm on
Do little good.
I mean, it's better,
As it should.
Still I'm plagued
By my fuck-ups
I'm prone to suffer
As is my luck.
Someone help me,
Have this no more!
In one second, two seconds,
Three or four.
Depression DefinedWhen you wish your life awayDepression Defined1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But time seems to slow
When the memories start to fade
And you feel like you have no place to go
When your world seems to be falling apart
But there's nothing you can do to keep it together
When you're left with a shattered heart
And there's nothing you can do to make it better
When the light has been snuffed out
And you can't get it burning again
When all you want to do is scream and shout
Because back into the darkness you descend
When all you do is cry
But you dont know what about
When all you want is to die
Because you can't silence the doubt
When you find love in the blood you bleed
Because that's the only that gets you high
When you just wish that you can be freed
From what seems to just be a tremendous lie
When you dont know what to do
And you dont know what to say
When you feel like there's no one you can turn to
And nothing will ever be okay
When you try so hard to stay strong
But there's always some there to drag you down
When your whole lif
False HopeJust take another sipFalse Hope1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Drowned out the light
Ill let you be my poison
If only for tonight
Bite youre tongue
Don't let the words drop
Im feeling to good
Can't let this moment stop
Just take a breath
Draw the illusion in
I can live in a fantasy
If right here is where it begins
It's just a moment
How can it be a sin?
Just let it take over
And never let it end.
AttachmentI decoded the dream she described.Attachment23 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She needs you, needs to become more like you, needs life.
Alive by the resuscitation of your lively hands
Singing the Broadway shows we call "The World in One Spotlight".It's not the applause he wants.
"I need her, I need to learn her ways, need revival."
Nobody ever reads the script, just what he does
Because every action is so crucial to survival.
It's the performance of a lifetime he desires.
It was all about something inside
Epiitafium 9 (Epitafium Minene)tu leży Ona u bram ObserwatoraEpiitafium 9 (Epitafium Minene)10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wciąż słychać bicie jej serca
tyka jej ostatnia bomba
odliczając ostatnie sekundy istnienia
Po drugiej stronie już czeka jej rodzina
Ta którą wojna na Bliskim Wschodzie jej zabrała
Pozbawiona niewinności dziecka
Szybko dorosnąć musiała
lecz w głębi duszy wciąż była taka sama
Dziewczynką wołającą gdzie Mama ?
Długo do tego przyznać się nie chciała
Pośród ognia i wybuchów z Maleństwa
lecz w głębi kryła się tylko chęć przetrwania
gdyż była tylko zdolna do Uciekania
Nawet gdy wezwała ją Gra
tylko się Ukrywa
a atakuje Przypadkowego z zaskoczenia
Oko ciemność już okrywa
przed czujnym okiem Sz
Poem - VacationVacationPoem - Vacation13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 185 – 20150704
If I could go on vacation,
leave this mess behind,
go away for time time,
it would be a relief.
If I could go on vacation,
stray from my fate,
dodge my karmic burden,
life would be easier
because trials would be past.
I could go on vacation,
I'd write you a note
before I departed saying
I'd miss you bunches
and to continue on without me.
But here's the rub my friend,
I'm here to stay,
no vacation for me.
There's to much to celebrate,
to much of life to embrace.
Life's connections in multitude,
seen and unseen,
connect me to the wide world,
beckoning with a promise
I made to you and me.
And to all my future friends,
the ones I've yet to be,
vacation would rob me,
remove the special possibility
since I'd never meet you.
© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
Last Night (1/3)Tried walking upstairs, fainted suddenly instead.Last Night (1/3)21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
MendingAs I layMending1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beyond broken streams
I see the face inside of me
Future sight of sutured dreams
Tearing up what is left
Nothing is what it seems
I had a life
Loved someone too
It came unglued
I reach and pointed
As I dove with my empty hands
I see my goal
Reach what for?
Just to spit out sand
I hope that feeling
Within my chest
Is nothing but dead space
My life is cracked
Torn and worn
All drawn upon my face
I taped the scars
In hopes to hide
My cut and fractured heart
Within my dreams
Would soon begin to start
Then a glimmer of shattered light
Pierced that voided veil
I lifted up
What was left
In hopes I didn't fail
I see now that life is hard
Reaching for a goal
But what once was
Torn from me
Was definitely not my soul
Old ToysI'm a broken messOld Toys19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not even Lucifer would bless
Shattered glass with blood and gore
I'll never be anything more
Boulevard of broken dreams
More like Avenue of bursting seams
I'm like a toy, old and worn
And none can recall how I was born
Still soft and fluffed with a stitched little smile
But left in the box and put up a long while
They brought me out and saw I changed
I wasn't clean and pretty, much less the same
But they still keep me for when someone will love me
But, tell me, when will I be
all the ventYou sit down and cryall the vent12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your hard work's in vain
If only you'll move
At the speed of a train
"Look at the poor one
No hope in their soul"
You just want to die
In the dirt of a hole
Oh please, why cry over
Something you can't do
You knew from the start
That you'd never pull through
So what if your works
Have a nice touch of passion?
There's others out there
Who go further in fashion
Go home, cry a river
Don't hope anymore
Your work is in vain
There's no more in store
Minerva (Poem)Since the days of my conception,Minerva (Poem)1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You have been there at my side,
Not always there physically,
But always in my mind,
And this mind is one you conceived,
The second and well-formed,
But it was a surprise in the end,
For of its power, you weren't warned,
This soul was unnaturally strong,
The Red Dragon made it so,
But for all your gifted wisdom,
This was something you weren't to know,
And neither would the others,
The ones you held so dear,
The ones you helped so much,
But when you cried they were nowhere near,
They are the petty masses,
And no amount of class can change their worth,
While they just bred more fodder,
You really DID give birth,
For our blood is something more,
We're the ones who actually matter,
And after helping these creatures your whole life,
It was your heart they tried to shatter,
These common fiends are weak,
And one day they shall know the extent,
They never truly respected us,
To harm us was their intent,
But soon the time will come,
And I will make these wretches
Nothing to GainFalling hardNothing to Gain1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And falling fast
It's a struggle
Right before the crash
Every time I hear your name
It gets a little harder to breath
It's hard to explain
The feelings you give to me
Is it just me
Or am I going insane?
Do you feel it too?
Cause you're to blame
I want you here
And I want you bad
Maybe it's wishful thinking
But damn you're driving me mad
I know it's just a guarantee
For heartache and pain
But I continue to fall
With absolutely nothing to gain
Conversation With God (3/3)I argued.Conversation With God (3/3)21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Atheist (2/3)Surprise seizure had me seeing God.Atheist (2/3)21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem - Best FriendsBest FriendsPoem - Best Friends12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bonus Poem for Day 185 – 20150704
Best friends with a ghost,
most close with a memory,
this is my very sad state,
my soul held captive in solitary.
How many years have passed?
Too many for these feelings to linger,
witnessing the dust on the stairs,
and the water crossed under the bridge.
Once there were dreams of you,
struggling to stay connected there,
in the sleep's realm we talked
when the waking was not possible.
Now I no longer see you there,
my sleeping self has released
you to a place beyond here
while I waking mine still yearns.
Music invokes the memories,
unlocking doors never opened,
echoes of a world that used to be
when you were once close to me.
Photos speak of a time removed,
images of younger versions,
when trials were met together
as the word included two of us.
So many things to be said,
my inner feelings and trials withheld,
from the larger world until
that time that may never yield.
One of us has moved beyond,
distant from the one waiting here.