AnswersI don't write poetry.Answers9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just let the pen
Across crumbled pages.
I let my soul
Bleed into ink.
As my way of asking
Statues and glowing
But They never answer.
sometimes, I'm a fireI like myself best huddledsometimes, I'm a fire22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
between broken thought and sky,
when the sun stretches just tall enough
to ignite my hair in embers.
I pretend it makes me lions,
and that I can roar and smile, all teeth
and bones and not afraid of anyone…
but a glimpse of my reflection, and
I scramble under covers.
And sometimes when I shine a
flashlight down my throat, that’s all
I see: corrupted caverns and the ghosts
of pills burning through my vocals…
but I spat them out six months ago,
and I’ll be damned if I give in
so much again… but more than that:
I never wanted to be someone
defined by narrow features—
blue eyes too full of war and ice,
an explosion of acne scars and freckles,
which darken embarrassingly
in sunlight—but I’m just a cloudy day,
a quilt of third-degree sunburns and overly
hidden—safety—while I curse my mother’s
read-head genes, and the eyes of fasting men.
One thing I can say about them:
Quote: Remain true to yourselfI may be different than the others, but only because I am brave enough to be different:Quote: Remain true to yourself23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Being my real self.
Heart Of DecemberYou will feel againHeart Of December1 day ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
heart of December faded
under a cruel sun
a thought as thin as vapor
over my morning tea
Mule in the MirrorOld Mule is giving,Mule in the Mirror1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
advice to himself.
Be kind to yourself,
be your own best friend.
Go out on a date
get to know yourself.
You'll be together
right up to the end.
So you might as well
be the best of friends!
[a spark from AzureNebulae ]
I don't want to drownI could drown in all this painI don't want to drown17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sea of tear drops
Frozen on your name
So I come aflame
And fan the flames of rage
To burn it away
But this vapour
It smothers me
And it's acidity makes me blind
I can't move forward
Or look behind
So I'm eaten away
And my heart withers
Under the clouds in my mind
Should I drown and weep?
Or hold my breath until I sleep?
I close my eyes
And release the flood
I want none of it
Not worth to keep
My heart beats at last
And I let it go.
I let it go.
RuthlessFor just one minuteRuthless1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would like to not hear
besides my born will.
How shut up the whole world?
I would like to stop
Don't want to be puritanical.
I just want some peace, if it exists.
I won't take the plunge,
your hypocritical idiots.
But I want peace with myself.
I want to wake up and breathe deeply.
Feel alive, and somehow, well.
I want to feel estimated and I want to cherish.
Want to smile for being alive,
and without give an account
to a couple of clouds overhead.
I want to run and feel
my whole body demands for air,
cry out for life.
I want to feel every part working.
I want to feel something pulsing in me,
something that does - somehow that
still do not understand - a "good" to my mediocre being.
I want to wake up and breathe deeply.
Feel alive, and somehow, well.
Is it wrong to feel the warmth of the sunset touching my face?
Feel a cool breeze caressing my skin?
Feel my body reacting to a summer rain?
What is truly right?
I want to abandon th
If only I was a poet.You know, they say the most inspiration for poetry comes from the most beautiful things in the world.If only I was a poet.39 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
But in reality, the inspiration comes from the most horrible things in the world.
And so, it would be easy for a poet to get inspiration from you, because they'll never see anything as beautiful as you ever again.
And that's horrible.
Pipe Dreamsthere are canyons of doubt in my dreamsPipe Dreams1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
that no bridges may span
though travellers take their chances
on the hopes that remain
019. TearsI microwave a mug of tears, mostly019. Tears14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
my own, for a minute
or so, till they're hot.
Because I am hungry, I toast
a bagel to go with them.
I clean out the crumb tray. I am in no hurry
to write this poem.
I use Mary's homemade jam,
and lagniappe some fresh strawberries.
You would imagine the tears
would taste bitter, as they often do
in poems and songs, but they are
just plain, salty tears.
I curl on the love-seat, faded and ripped,
my winter writing place, set my mug
on the window sill. The cat jumps on my lap.
Nudging him with my elbow, I begin
to form all the wrong words. Mistake
after stupid mistake leaves my fingers
like dialing your number
after I've just hung up the phone
when I know how you feel
about weakness and cowardice,
or taking your hand
in the waiting room,
when you don't like public displays,
and I'm sure when you read this
you'll say, "I don't know
what you mean" and look at me
blankly, like I wish my screen still did.
I breathe, and take a sip of tears.
Great Impotence (Poetry)I. How is it that my chest feels bloatedGreat Impotence (Poetry)18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet my breathing is empty?
The air of inspiration I so crave
Has been robbed of me.
I beg you, enlighten me--
For my literary being is suffocating.
II. Why is it that I can no longer sing,
But spew mere filth?
Cess flows in broken intervals
From the lips of a once-composer.
Verily, I am worth less than my produce.
III. No, I don’t quite want it-
Rather, I don’t search for it-
But I seek no praise.
More than anything,
I crave, crave, crave
The ability to articulate,
To shudder the digits of the hands I stare at
And produce something magnificent.
But I am fruitless,
Rigor Mortis hath seized me.
IV. To where has it escaped?
I feel so empty;
My thought, emotion, motivation-
To where did you flee?
I absolutely need
But my muse has
maybemaybe it was youmaybe19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the stop sign
the one who stood
just like you
and did not expect
their life would change so
BrulerTomorrow will never come!Bruler1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear unrecognizable voices, they say the most pessimistic things in my ear.
But I've been always so skeptical, why would I be afraid of a hallucination?
Looks so real.
Why the hell a cold sweat? Fear? Something I never felt.
Tomorrow will never come!
There is a damn way of escape from this world.
Is it normal that euphoria make me think of suicide? I'm not so weak.
Tomorrow couldn't come...
I have proof in college next week.
My sister ran away with a girlfriend and said we all could go to hell that we would have booked places for us.
It was hilarious this moment.
Tomorrow should come?
I read about a young girl that before she killed herself she wrote a farewell letter.
I found it interesting. But to who I would say goodbye?
My mother does not give news two days ago. And my father must be drunk somewhere.
Will any of them miss me? Damn, maybe they already have killed themselves.
I hate to see the sunrise...
Free of responsib
RFI Die?The Apocalypse is nye!RFI Die?19 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Gather your children.
Send them to their early graves...
A Murmur of FootfallsThe markets press - the crowds impede -A Murmur of Footfalls19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Neither they, nor beating sun, recede;
My consciousness gradually blends and bleeds -
I exist in a murmur of footfalls.
Come noon's onset, my fingers brush
O'er baked concrete where seedlings thrust,
And scatter, there, with careful touch
My own frail wishes, all.
How strange that I, arriving from no place,
Availed of scant time and boundless space,
Choose to touch my lips and fingertips to the open face
Of a world that might exist for naught;
And as I slept through dawn, I will sleep through dusk -
In what I am I place my trust - I must -
Whether birthed from light or birthed from dust,
I exist in a murmur of footfalls.
your scarsYour scars run deepyour scars19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
because it is pain you seek
a gaping hole,
n your soul
trying to fill,
with this blood you spill
light travels too slowmy daring comet,light travels too slow29 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are a ball of
nervousness, of compasion
of loving, of daring
and conflict, darling,
flying through space
may not be as fun if
one doesn't have near-misses
somewhere, but you're speeding
down highway roads with no map,
swimming in the middle of a cyclone
and fighting against the current of
one word to another, one stranger to another,
it's got to slow down somewhere.
between deserts and tundras,
slow. rest. rebirth.
you, yourself, magical,
and there's so much
you don't give yourself
CosmicTonight, the sky seems poisoned with a silenceCosmic2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
That breeds a rather suffocating sort of death.
The stars are pinpricks. Small,
Points on some cosmic clockwork, some
Flower that fell off in a summer downpour.
Some blue eye, glassy, vacant- it’s time to lie down.
The moon is a promise of solitude to come
After all has been whisked away behind daylight
When each word is a revolution that tips Kings
Over into the paradise of fools. April skies
Barren with heat. An angering flinch from prisoners
Withdrawn into hollow expectation, a single
Palm that lets my hand go in the street, perhaps
To lose scattered stories- all worth going to battle for.
All hinging upon collective insanity. Dark and
Bespectacled, you’re a visionary. A book propped
Open against a fount, by your old hat. My tired eyes,
And your light. My tired eyes are hurting with your light.
My hands, too broken to write, are wordless against
Abounding howls stretching across from one vacuum
To the next of our generation.
HanumanRemaining he, an ancient thing, of many names and fearHanuman2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere among the tow'ring peaks of lesser days, that rear
White crowns above the eagles (yet below their mighty king).
And down among the villages the sons of Adam sing:
Our works are steel, and now our sons from him are free of care;
The Old Things live in tales, and we prefer to keep them there.
Notes into Eternitya man if wise can taste eternityNotes into Eternity5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
if he inclines his ear so close
in the pause between
eternity holds the twain of bass and treble
the subtle bass drives down the soul
the vicious crescendo rips it up from chaos
there is no abyss which can steal the spirit
when the music drives the lull
I feel my skin shake with the sound
my bones quake in the fury
the hum, the tremble, like the windfall
the pace, the rhythm can break reality
can’t you feel it? it calls within
where the sun falls into highest pits
somewhere there beyond the music
dimensions untapped draw
the note long carried holds you here
your mind is split in two
between the man and animal
something new is built
the well trained note will rob you of your mind
and in so doing it gives you back yourself
you breathe in stardust and breathe out dream
the music cleanses life from limb
and in the wake of the crescendo there
one can taste the godhead
and meet the angels in the air
where nothing false is ever said
Cheerful WorldSmile dear please doCheerful World8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have to know I need you too
I love how your hair shines bright
When the sun is running away in fright
Why she is jealous of you
When you smile like you do
If you smiled there would be no bad
Why everyone would wear shades of yellow
Children would love being so glad
Instead of staying way too shallow
Melancholy has been caged for too long
Inside your heart
I hope that when you listen to this song
You can finally let it go
Because even the sun will be jealous of you
If you smile like you do
Just imagine a cheerful world
Where everyone will exchange a word
A word of happiness, a word of delight
Babies will always see the light
In their mother’s faces
They will recognize their sister as she graces
Them with powerful embraces
I would love you everyday
And we would always be together
Playing together in the grass
Loving our cheerful world forever