perspective (distances)under the stars,perspective (distances)8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
two solitary figures
head meets shoulder
in a vast act of intimate
bridging brink to brink,
eyes span cavernous silence
across a pitch ocean,
by the waves.
you move mountains in-
articulated seven league
intentions ever fair
in tension ever
under the stars,
two solitary figures
change melts slow;
an irrevocable haze
of night curving
epilogue before the prequel and that is symboli--symbolism or symbolicepilogue before the prequel and that is symboli--9 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we look for the signs
to justify the li(v)es
death grips tight-lipped
and knuckles white
eyelids low like sunsets
when the sons set
and the caskets are filled
to the brim until
white wine is spilled
and clouds dissipate
under the roof
that love is not eternal
than a suicide bomber
rubicon shadow blistering
blustering until tumor tremor status
on the abdomen
of line-breaking insurgence
reaches rebellious ribs
XXI.kindred spirit kindling flamesXXI.22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
we had christened forgotten
too long ago. you are
the music in the depths of this.
we are home. you
mean to belong and there are days
your voice weaves promises
of passing by and i wear them,
rings around my fingers
- your name.
throne of the knownyou constructed your empirethrone of the known8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
one choir girl after another,
surrounded with perfect
ego. pregnant with your own
sense of dignity and spitting
on the rows of those adoring
with thesaurus lips smacking.
taxing our optics with fac-
simile antics like desperate lovers
and naming them accordingly,
stamen imploring the carpels
to tunnel vision, fission
capturing the image of fate-locked
couples in distorted streets.
you're a whore to me,
i've have seen your mortary
phoning over your orders
to the courted. you're forcing them
out, the twist words and wrist burns
sordid screaming out from underneath
your bric-a-brac. bring me
the ipecac, vomit is a bivouac
from the ilia cracking in your throat.
bat your cilia, evacuate, and choke
on charon's obol.
Must An Artist Suffer?Must an artist suffer?Must An Artist Suffer?19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Must an artist truly suffer for their work so people can pay attention?
Must an artist suffer from a life of low budgets and expensive costs so people can even look their way?
Must an artist suffer from overwhelming emotions and thoughts just so people can say that their art has meaning?
Must an artist suffer from an artistic need that will never be fully fulfilled just so people can say they are creative?
Must an artist suffer from long hours on a piece to only satisfy the needs of the public but their own?
Must an artist suffer mentally from harsh critiques on their work but put on a mask in public just so people can say they are professional?
Must an artist make an offensive rebellious piece just to arise a reaction out of others?
Must an artist suffer from enslavement to the arts just so people can give them credit and call them an artist?
Must an artist truly suffer from the cause of death for people to start appreciating their work?
Must an artist be dead i
-I’ll think I’m okay-17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and then I see something
that reminds me of you,
triggers in the slightest things
Clowns of a FeatherClowns of a Feather17 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Freaky: Daughter of the freak show,
my parents evily.
Kidnapped & changed people forever,
one including me.
The freaks were kidnapped,
& thier beautiful bodies changed.
Changed with magic, science, & surgery,
we were completely rearanged.
I'm a prisoner to their hellish show,
the rainbow clown star attraction.
Physically & mentally changed,
to their gruesome satisfaction.
I'm now an eternal happypasta,
my wishes ignored bleakly.
No longer a normal human,
my suited name is Freaky.
I cosmic entinity,
ruler of my own zone.
Even though I have my CP friends,
I am still all alone.
I was once rainbow,
but stripped to grey, white, & black.
Abandoned by my first friend,
is the tale of me, Laughing Jack.
The CPs are like me,
each with a horrible past.
We kill to take away the pain,
so it'll never last.
Today were visiting a freak show,
that takes place in the dead of night.
But what I wasn't exspecting,
was a beautiful sig
The MirrorLook in the mirrorThe Mirror15 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Heart breaks as I start to weep
My bully stares back
see the lady - evolutionarily- a tanka -see the lady - evolutionarily20 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
impact of beauty:
on him - mute inhalation
on her - advantage
as it is in her Springtime
so it shall be in his fall
llp - dA - dec2014
Sea slanderThey cut all my treesSea slander12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
just as coarse as they please
Hack my limbs into boards
These dark wannabe lords
Nail the boards into ships
and they go on their trips
Seek another man's treasure
yet another man's
What could draw people
away from their Love
What power or
from a crooked
Or one leaf
that makes others
Sunset so red
it cannot be
Or a fool
What.I. Love. You.What.10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three single words.
All with different meanings.
You know, I can think of three words to follow that.
But it's too hot in here to say em'.
I'm going to go eat my Pocky in peace.
With a book on body language in my hands.
Hunt the bearYou are my muse of controlHunt the bear15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Muse of thinking twice,
The one that says behave,
You are a carnivorous bird
Carnivore of the highest law
The one who hunts the bear
How he should be.He's expected to be strong.How he should be.18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's expected to be sensitive, but not too sensitive. Because he's a strong guy.
He's expected to be with girls.
He's expected to date these girls.
He's expected to NEVER be left by a girl.
He's expected to... wait. Asexuality? What the hell is that?
He's expected to be kind and special and different, but not too different.
He's expected to be funny, but not too funny.
He's expected to be possessive and protective.
He's expected to be perfect.
But hey, never without the perfect girl.
SoliloquiseMy chain of silver locketsSoliloquise3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the thread-bared pockets
Reminds us in rhythm
Of a better time
When the strings have consumed
The memories of me and you
There'll be no-one to replace it
Rest slightly until the dawn
There is no time for a dream
Stilts will fault the stance
Washing the stains of what we've seemed
Of what we've become
The suffering static held within their frames
Tired arms of promise selling out for fame
Sleeps the needles in their comfort zone
Weary eyed the tired
Have thrown out their bones
And sheltered in the fabric of their dreams
But there's no-one to defend the replacements
Rest slightly until the dawn
There is no time for a dream
Stilts will fault the stance
Washing the stains of what we've seen
Of what we'll become
Can you shame them into submission
And break down certain traditions
A universal union of tatters
To tell the story of land and sea
The postscripts will consume me
And they'll swim in chance
Within broken hymns
The golden leaves of slumbers
Will let you
A Child's PleaThose big people, they're talking so loudA Child's Plea7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sound mad, they're always yelling about
How they wish that I'd never been beared
I did a bad thing when I got really scared
I'm sorry for crying a lot, mommy and daddy
But the screaming and hitting, it hurts so badly
You ignore me when it's hunger pains I whimper
I stay in a room where I only know cruel temper
I desperately need a hug, I need a nurturing hand
I desperately need to feel safe, and to understand
Why in the world you hate me so much
I'm your child, and I just want your love
Please stop being mad, I'll try to be better
Why can't we be a family, happy together?
My anatomy is fragile, the epitome of vulnerable
I'll do what you want, I won't cause more trouble
I promise not to get sick, I won't soil myself there
I won't wet the bed after having another nightmare
I eat off the floor because I'm starving every day
You only scream when it's these hunger pains I say
And I can never go outside because I have to stay
in this lonely ro
Lovers' NightWhere was the momentLovers' Night9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you looked upon my face
And told me you loved me
One last chance...
I am consumed by the sweet despair
That comes with being with you
For you are the animal in the night
I am just the prey in dark blue
Kissed by an evil angel
I waited for someone
And that someone never came
Now I walk alone
Wandering the forest of my dreams...
12-19-14nothing. no one. just12-19-1413 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I suspect I will soon
awaken in the pit again
virtual pit of the mind
cold naked in the mud
hollowed out impression
where my body lies at
night in the rain I had
learned to be alone I
am out of practice with
real people and have
been talking with ghosts
The Meaning of ChristmasI don't get too crazy excited for Christmas no more.The Meaning of Christmas13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I mean I still like it and everything
but the holiday's been kinda ruined for me now.
The following explains:
1) Once you get old enough to realize
that it ain't a fat guy in a red n' white getup
who puts presents under the tree
and stuffs things in over-sized socks and such,
the magic part of this day sorta gets killed.
(And if you're like me who has pedophile-phobia,
you might wonder why Halloween
is the only holiday with a official phobia tagged to it.)
2) You ever notice that the commercials
almost always show well-to-do folks
and folks from good neighborhoods and all?
Well, I've been watching this certain commercial
for a couple weeks now
and it just about makes me wanna puke:
it's one of those car commercials for Cadillac or whatever
and there's a whole bunch of folks who walk in slow-mo
every damn time there's some fancy car to show case.
There's another certain commercial
that just about makes me wanna p
You Ain't Never Been BlueA-toot, a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada-tootYou Ain't Never Been Blue19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crack for the groovy
like a silent movie—
Your an onomatopoeia to
every crap baloney to wash
the hog back to jail.
You're tongue tied without
a bail. I'm the player—the real
cool radical anonymity.
You need protection;
you need the director for stage direction.
Enter stage left and exit stage right;
you better walk quick if you're looking for a fight.
I'm the famous sax chick from Chicago way—
you're the Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy's company name.
Honey Suckle Rose my ass;
you ain't the sugar in my cup.
You speak my fortissimo,
but you've got no lingo.
Keep up shlep—
The Yankee dollar ain't half
of the Mood Indigo blues.
The Manufacturer Of Starsi am the manufacturer of stars,The Manufacturer Of Stars21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
high in the sky,
i see your dreams,
i see the sea, so beautiful.
i observe my earth.
i am the hope giver
the one that everyone worships,
but is always missing.
the one who punish, the one who forgive,
the one who is bored, while the planet rotates.
i am the tear drinker,
i am the commander of the lights,
i am high, i am far,
i am the manufacturer of stars.
Passive LividityPassive LividityPassive Lividity22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Should it be a passive mind or best the soul not to speak, to drop off at the hint of an arguing stream. When words cease to be enough to reach another, how quickly a tool becomes offense by taking tone. Conversation is unfair when it becomes this way it appears, the solution is at best to offer nothing, no leeway or signs. An impreganable fortress should be the builder's sublime.
LeGrandzilla Musings #3How?LeGrandzilla Musings #31 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
How many babies must one squeeze to get an 8 ounce bottle of baby oil?
How many babies does it take to get the same amount of baby powder?
How much bird seed does one plant to get a flock of birds?
So many mysteries of life we may never understand...
Ignorance in HighIgnorance in highIgnorance in High22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words that are said, which guide the feeling of another
Conversation does not equate argument
Should ever a word be uttered, it is the film of vile traits
Every whisper a guide to the eve of virile rage
Nothing but the violation of speech
Should you never utter a word, for it will come to a single solution, sought by the other
Igorance in high.
TragedyWise men follow fools,Tragedy13 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and avoid the traps they fall into.
Wiser men free the fools they follow,
so that they may both continue.
How do you like that one?
(This was one of the first lessons learned by man.
It is proof that all virtues are double edged swords.
The wise man is taking advantage of the fool,
yet they both benefit from any gains made.
As long as both are not only human, but humane )