Sexism - a story untoldI. A mother scorns her infant boy forSexism - a story untold9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wearing a dress; the fresh print of a
hand mark glows on his cheek.
Meanwhile, his sister plays in shorts
II. Lunchtime and a child, no more than
twelve, hurries home early. Tears
smudge the sleeves of his favourite
shirt as he tries to muffle his sobs.
A girl hit him in the face, but boys must
III. Accused of sexual harassment, a
young man apologies for complimenting
a lady at the bar. Somewhere in the
crowd, a girl pinches a stranger's bum
whilst her friends screech like hyenas.
She was only mildly flirting with him,
IV. In a restaurant, a woman insists her
date pays the bill. The following day,
he's accused of earning too much and
spending too little.
V. A man is pinned against the wall and
forced into sex. Even though he turns
away, he must enjoy it because he's
just a bloke. Women can't rape men - it
doesn't work like that.
VI. Somewhere in this world, a boy
holds the door open for his crush, a
husband hunts d
the rise and fall of the fermionic empirei.the rise and fall of the fermionic empire14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
you roll your limbs
in odd circles,
frontways and back
tracing the spirit
of cosmic gestures
with the care
as your figures
known to the
maps of the
to this earthbound opus.
taming this sphere,
no one meant
for your plans
to set sight
on this crown.
you turn, limber as
willows kept dear
by circlet breeze,
taking these pearls
from the swing
and setting them
in gold dust
have your hands
let their potion
in osprey swoop
and brokebeak mons,
stirs gamma-pierced wings
to grasp heirs
by the throat.
tracking the spears
as they slit
Peace, Love and Happiness are Self-ChosenI'd rather be a happyPeace, Love and Happiness are Self-Chosen14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than a beautiful
apartment windowsparking lots lit with cigar orange lampsapartment windows7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
shrubbery imitating the ocean's waves;
I can watch the world burn away
from my apartment window,
dusty on the inside,
grimy on the outside -
it reminds me that we all need a certain kind of home
where the wind howls through the door jam
and the garage creaks when we open it
and even the lightest footstep
echoes in the halls -
we need a certain kind of place to call home
so we can realize that there are certain people
to call home as well.
typhooni am a typhoon. i will rise, i will devastate,typhoon1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
& i will leave you standing in awe of my destruction.
you made me this way.
you made me this way when you took hold & tore out the only part of me that thrived.
now i am inconsolable, a tempest that cannot be stilled.
i will leave nothing in my wake.
i am a typhoon, but you are the aftermath.
you are the scattered debris, the wreckage of broken mementos.
you are the conclusion to my rage. together we are ravage & ruin.
& i cannot be without you.
Nobody But MeNobody but me knows the truthNobody But Me7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
But don't worry, I won't tell
I promise I'll keep your secrets safe
Even from oblivion.
I'm the only one you can trust.
Nobody but me sees through you
Behind the veil of your lies
Which you tell yourself and the world
But you cannot fool me.
I'm the only one who knows you.
Nobody but me will stay here
After another failure
You'll make and drive them all away
I am all that you have
I'm the only one who will stay.
Nobody but me reminds you
Of all mistakes that you made
And points out the pointlessnesses
Of each try to change.
I'm the one who knows you best.
Nobody but me, I'm the one
I'm the only one for you.
You can't get rid of me, oh no!
I am your mirror
Showing every single flaw.
I am the whisper
In your head during the night.
And like a shadow
I will always be by your side.
Inspirit (Poetry)They are devils incarnate;Inspirit (Poetry)18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Foul cretin moulded of sin and soot.
Their sole, bitter purpose is to taint,
To gather betterment within gnarled hands and
You are a Saint.
Take no heed of the filth
Lurking beneath the guise of humanity.
Raise your chin,
Mock them with determined stares and
Prove them wrong.
The evil are fated to damnation,
So in righteous stoicism,
Be their witness--
Be the vanguard of their fall.
A shadow of a manYou are no king in this moment,A shadow of a man17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
But a shadow of a man,
You cannot order me to go,
Where my spirit has yet fled,
We are all but shadows,
Crying with laughter at the dark,
For only with light is our shadow cast,
And without doth darkness we become.
[N avecce paura][N avecce paura]21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
N'avecce paura der grigio che 'ndosso
M'hanno bevuto ma so' ancora vivo
Er còre me scoppia e n'è 'n paradosso
Se 'a notte te vojo e 'r giorno te scrivo
N'avecce paura se so' 'na bestiaccia
Se pure dar gabbio arzo er vocione
Se solo potessi guardamme mo 'n faccia
Vedresti che vivo de fòco e passione
N'avecce paura de ciò che ho passato
N'avecce paura de quello che ho fatto
Sì, ho sbajato... ma n'ho mai ammazzato
So' stato istintivo, cercavo riscatto
N'avecce paura de quanto me manca
N'avecce paura de quanno esco fòri
Questa è 'n'attesa che logora e stanca
Ma presto veranno giorni migliori
N'avecce paura dei giorni trascorsi
Lontana dar petto e dall'occhi mia
In tutto 'sto tempo ho sciorto i rimorsi
E ho messo da parte la nostargia
N'avecce paura, adesso ho capito:
“Strignilo forte chi te sta accanto!”
Dar tempo che vola so' stato avvertito:
“Ricorda, la vita... è una soltanto!”
The LetterSomethingThe Letter8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I couldn't quite put my finger on
it feels like only yesterday – no, it was only yesterday,
when I discovered the letter – the one you hid under the vase
how long did you think you could keep this up?
lost all hope of finding reasoning when I
you told me we would be forever – til death do us part
the handwriting was strangely familiar – that fancy girly cursive
how long have you been writing to her?
cyanosisi won’t speak of these invisible scars,cyanosis13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you won’t rip them open.
(silence is a virtue,
but i’m a sinner-girl—
oh blue, if only we were all.)
060- I've never met a Blizzard like You.To the beast who lies beaten in the corner,060- I've never met a Blizzard like You.9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
pulling the shadows around itself like a blanket to keep itself warm from your disapproval,
cowering because it knows what you're capable of, the things you'll do,
but yet, still it stays when the front door's open wide, the winter chill ticking it's chin.
I wonder what it found in you to love because
I never saw anything worth my own.
Because I loveBecause I loveBecause I love5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sometimes seduced
Because I love
I love you
Because I love
I'm sometimes used
Because I love
I'm sometimes accused
But I love
So I'll get through
apartment complexwoven into my fitful sleep,apartment complex9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
lover you make demands
out of meek accusations
how many postulates
rile your pulse
and dry slithers
in your throat?
symmetry of the sun
confounding the rafter's
force me out
of my home.
The Shadow RemainsCouldn't make it to the stageThe Shadow Remains1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I became a writer
in shadows I remain
I will remain in the shadows
but my words will see the light
it will reach for the stars
it will reach for the moon
I feel there rush ,,,,, yes I do
I will remain in the shadows
but my words will shine on my tomb
shining on my six feet under
there is where I prefere to be
in the shadows I'll remain
that's why I have an anonymous name
that's why I have an anonymous face
that's why I chose the mask
as a person I'm very sane
as a writer I'm very insane
that's the price I have to pay
and I'll remain
in the shadows
either 6-feet under or 6-feet upove
The Shadow Remains ....
A King's ResponseA pledge inside the inner thought,A King's Response21 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Of the fearless mortal
The wars we've fought,
Made on tall walls
Sanity, for a knights longing,
The dry laughs of yesterday
And for a moment,
All the secrets remained at bay
So where the world ends,
The infinite moment of purity
The sky bends,
Just to lure us in
Such fragile souls,
And weakened minds
Dawn for the fools,
Who would never be kind
So here were the sun covers the shadow,
Here everything prevails
For much lives have sailed
So here were we all agree,
On tight scheme
And if they can't seem to see
The ending scenery
It's a landscape of red,
Crimson and darkness
So here breathed the death,
Awake for eternity
And asleep in insanity
Why are we afraid of the darkIf night is where we sleep and restWhy are we afraid of the dark6 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I do not think we should detest
The darkness that is all around
That does not even make a sound
If dark is what we read and write
Should it really be a fright
Hey can't we understand
That it has no upper hand
We need dark to live and thrive
And maybe just to give us drive
So why should we be afraid
Of the shadows we have made.
If you listen well and good
Magic lies beneath its hood
Nature is so much clearer there
Because dark does not mean to scare
It protects us and keeps us safe
Not to make us lose our faith
So listen well into the night
And maybe you will hear its light
Hope you enjoyed Wolfie
OrionI’d throw back my head and scream it,Orion5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where this wonderment can’t hide,
-Though my lips still part to nothing
My eyes of course abide.
Swift astonishment can dwindle
Mind rich with apprehension
The past transports a silence
Sounding constant scarring tension
New insights strike this stiffness,
So calm, his night is giving,
Then sings this sight is speechless,
Separating the lived for living.
Sweet words that speak of present,
Each moment, see again,
Forever is forever,
Sweet stars don’t care for then.
And now I feel in focus,
A view to shout to skies,
Once you’d opened my eyes.
The Other MeInside a white washed tombThe Other Me12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
There sleeps another me with lifeless eyes
And deep within her womb
She harbors every hurt she can devise
using venom-laced lips
and a cold countenance
She conceives the miasma
that delivers my demise
And should I ever let her wake
would you turn and walk away?
If I allow just one mistake
what price would I have to pay?
She wakes and I can't feel
Everything in me is frozen and numb
She presses skin to steel
Flesh tempting flesh with beautiful crimson
My heart turns granite grey
Altruism led astray
Her lamenting lullaby
summons sweet cynicism
And should I ever fall asleep
would you turn and leave me there?
If I descend beyond the deep
Would my true self be aware?
A Human RobotI.A Human Robot21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Growing up with no emotions
Been educated with no free time
But what are these motions
suddenly there as a dark shine?
The world spins and
A Fleeting ConversationWords which vanish into brightnessA Fleeting Conversation23 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of the fairest innocence
Fumbled attempts at verbal lightness
She doesn't know from whence
Aching my heart cries its plea
What wit does she want to see?
Of course she had somewhere to be
The problem with me is me
SelfI wonder where ISelf3 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Need to be to see myself.
The mirror is cracked.
This I Knowi know thatThis I Know6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
hindered folly persists,and
blind belief insists,and
armageddon is an heirloom
in a littlecherryhouse on the wall;
(im dreaming paintings within
paintings within paintings,within
a flighty how;
so )not nothing unhappens,and
charlie’s too chinley,and
the future floats unnow:
i know that.