Narratives, ImperativesNarratives, imperativesNarratives, Imperatives13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
some implied, some denied
some languishing inside
some in thirds, some in words
some chanted by the birds
some smooth, some jagged
some rich and some ragged
in sound and on pages
for misfits and sages
our stories persisting
our worries insisting
for love and for hate
for emotional weight
for release... and escape.
Know MeI find joy in the long walkKnow Me57 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Never lingering near the roses
I rarely am the first to talk
Despite what earth supposes
I keep my made-up fantasies
Just that, inside my mind
I stand on no formalities
I will not be confined
I won't let you read my stories,
I won't let you hear me sing,
I yearn to know what others think
Yet fear that very thing.
It's true I think humanity
Has troubles as a whole
Yet in all the world's insanity
There's heart in every soul
I will welcome newfound friends,
My feelings on my sleeves,
I know there's good in people,
Despite what earth believes.
You may try to get to know me
I'll do the same to you,
It's what you choose to show me
That decides if you are true.
Untitledjust who i amUntitled13 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
go to the mountains
TrenchesRunning through the mustard gasTrenches15 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Trench by bloody trench
Losing all of sanity
Hands so tightly clenched
Bayonet our own salvation
Death just a breath away
The world is falling down
Chaplains tell us to pray
Clay caked on soles of boots now
Clay caked upon our souls
We’re killing foot by foot now
Bodies lie full of holes
It’s all but 1916
The world is falling down
The war machine is turning
Its gears go round and round
Death in the Russian forests
Death waits for us in Marne
Death on the western front
Death leaves us all but torn
eyes,nose,lips. eng-han-rom lyricsTitle: 눈, 코, 입 (Eyes, Nose, Lips)eyes,nose,lips. eng-han-rom lyrics22 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Artist: TaeYang (태양)
Album: 2 집 - Rise
Release Date: June 3, 2014
미안해 미안해 하지마
빨간 예쁜 입술로
어서 나를 죽이고 가
마지막으로 나를 바라봐줘
아무렇지 않은 듯 웃어줘
네가 보고 싶을 때
기억할 수 있게
나의 머릿속에 네 얼굴 그릴 수 있게
널 보낼 수 없는 나의 욕심이
The Goal Of Are Time How can we call the time we live in today if we have all those terme attached to what has been achieved in are past? Has you read this tought am willing too share with your mind, from my word to your voice inside of this idea writing on paper, for a higher desire then what we know on earth. The goal is to take over the position outside of all world built from where those word are being heard, passing a message sitting above the cloud its inside the vibration of the sound shaking your own ground. When your life has started to count the time running in circle on a tool to mesure the moon and the sun so we can see why we need to work for are food so we can give back are knowledge to a daughter or a son of are earth. Incorporated with the same goal we all have when we first came in the world to share what is this idea we all have but we cant explain, just like if we knew what to say without having a language to share the emotion attached to are goal in life, beThe Goal Of Are Time 8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you dreamt of meyou internalized meyou dreamt of me6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
turned your eyes back,
twisted your arteries
i ran barefoot
through your nightmares:
in one you were kissing me
as i suffocated you with my hair and
you barely noticed it was there.
in another you cradled your
mother in bed while she cried
and you watched your brother
fall through the wall and land
alongside a lamb eating a lion.
in the next you were standing
in the midst of a lecture
beneath your skin while the professor yelled, 'move-
divide- stay where you are- become
something else- kill yourself-
it is not your choice to
in the last you were taking
the most important test of your life
and i was a ghost
dancing naked on your lap
telling you the answers. you wrote down
every word i said in a trance and after you finished,
i laughed so hard that i cried and you realized
you answered every question with, "the bitch
i was terrified
and ran from your nightmares
to your sweet, sweet dreams
in the first, we were in a bubble
in the middle of a
I had a problem.I once had a problem,I had a problem.19 minutes ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But now its gone.
It’s been so long,
Since I tried to solve one.
How to Love a Poet1.How to Love a Poet11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Read what he writes for
You alone, and tell him
Exactly what you think.
He strives for your own
Happiness, desiring the
Feeling of satisfaction
From when you are glad.
Put up with his constant
Need to talk to you, and
Feed this need. He needs
Someone to prove to him-
Or simply tell him again,
Why he keeps writing and
Breathing and loving the
One he has found. You're
That one, and it is you-
As in the you who reads
His many brilliant words
Who must remind him, day
To day, for if he forgets,
He will go missing again.
Read to him pieces from
The masters of poetry-
Edgar Allan Poe and the
Great Langston Hughes-
Every evening, no matter
What you are doing. He
Will love this, and hope
He can please you again.
Listen to him, for all
He really wants, is for
You, his true love, to
Hear what he has to say.
He will write poems upon
Poems for you, and give
You each and every one,
To tell you just how much
He loves you. And it is
Your job, to tell him
SeeWhat do your eyes seeSee21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When they gaze upon me?
Do they see all that I truly am?
Do they see the cloak under which I hide,
So the trueness of me you shan't find?
This cloak of normalcy I fight to maintain,
In perfect sync and without disdain...
But every moment that ticks by
I fear the trueness is nigh.
Do you see it?
Will you stand near,
pretending that you do not see,
all that I conceal...
All that I fear...?
A Hero In the dark of night,A Hero 13 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
between the hours of pretty late and much too early,
is when I need a hero.
as I lay there struggling with the forces of darkness
I call out to you, Superman.
there was a time once when a mere whisper
and you'd have shielded me from the bullets of anxiety,
the explosions of depression,
the shrapnel of self doubt...
I call out to you,
The bullets keep flying
the explosions don't stop
and I am cut to ribbons time and time again.
On the nights you do respond,
it is always a little too late
and I am already a bloody mess for you to peel from the sheets
you leave me,
because someone else calls your name.
Being a superhero and saving lives can't be easy...
and you are only human,
What qualifies you to be a hero,
I dodge the bullets,
arm myself with logic and fire back.
I hide under truths as the explosions of lies go off,
and don't let myself get torn to pieces.
I still get cut,
assembly for pompeiithere has been a poem stuck between my molarsassembly for pompeii13 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
from the night before I decided the hands of my wrist-watch
needed someone better to wait for. there wasn't one metaphor
for time I missed with us and I know you asked the half
a century worth of summer alcohol in your veins this
more times than I did;
"you don't get to hurt over dumping a year of alienation
in one fight he never saw coming," but you see, now
the backs of my hands don't hurt with morning sickness.
I don't fake spasms in my nerve endings louder
than my mind's own dark places; I have learned to say no
after swallowing that I had to deny you so many things
you asked for well before you earned right to them. for starters,
i. you did not earn the glorious, then-private hourglass
of my body. you begged with the reserved desperate
in your sly grin and showed off the glisten of my virgin skin
on deceiving pixels.
in your virtual hands, my body felt limp-- a bottom-heavy
chalice of airless vessels.
ii. you did not earn the lo
Come With MeCome with meCome With Me21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We can pass the waves
And be claimed by the sea
It will sting at first
But to keep it inside?
This will prevent the worst
Tread water to stay afloat
Burn your bottled energy
Taste the salt in your throat
If you can't tread any more
I'll pull you back
We'll return to shore
Your hand in my hand
You don't have to do this alone
We can rest on the warm sand
But first you must come with me
I know you can hear me now
So let us go to the sea
Navigating The Changing RoleSlithering snake of a sandboxNavigating The Changing Role20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Calm as children play.
Years dig into the rocks,
And suddenly you are the prey.
Suddenly pray the predicate isn't followed by the subject.
But the sentence is his food, teeth dissect.
You chew it out.
You grew it out.
Adulthoods sit still on the hood of their grownup car.
Easier for menacing mechanics to walk by unchecked.
We didn't use to worry about that,
But childhood drives spin away with the hubcaps.
Title Undecided:icondonotuseplz::iconmyartplz:Title Undecided1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
by Dominique Randle
What was once pure is now tainted.
Once we are born from our mother's womb we are innocent and unaware
As we grow older
We are slowly realizing things about the world around us
Sometimes we wish we didn't know about the world
We wished to stay oblivious and (need to put a word here but not sure what)
We experience many things in this cruel yet loving world like:
Wonder (should I replace it with curiosity)
But we are all human and we are not perfect
We cannot expect to be PERFECT!
Ticci Toby's PoemRoses are red violets are blueTicci Toby's Poem8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ticci Toby is evil with the devil's blues
If you are seen you will be beaten with a great deed
Do not pretend that you cannot feel pain like others when you have a nice mother
Do not cry because it's all a lie
.i shattered that day.13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
like falling glass debris
(I still cannot bring myself together)
ImpossibleSo many thing that can't be achieve.Impossible22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or at least it seem like that.
Though i wish i can sprout wing and fly to the fly.
I want I can be a wolf who howl at the night.
And I even wish sometimes i can have other people lives.
Though all of that is impossible.
And sometime I wish it not impossible.
But here what I do know.
I can invent the first hover board.
I can be a doctor.
I can be a fireman.
I can also be the first person who live on mars.
I could possible even live in a virtual world.
So not everything is impossible.
Though some thing you think that are impossible can be easily surpass.
So why do you say you can't, when easily just put your mind to it.
All impossibility become possible when you have the right mind set to it.
So become the new future then sticking to the past of old.
A DaughterIn my passing, olderA Daughter1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
days, I asked the world
to bequeath me a sword
so that it might rend the generations
in twain and forever leave
the place that we had walked
as sacred, unchangeable ground.
Between my fingers rolled a pearl,
instead – a trembling orb whose worth
is measured not by how many paths
it cuts between life and the green wood,
but in where it lingers; a second moon
that can alight in the heavens
or the curve of a ring, the eternal
change, the precious stone
that the river’s cut will never mar
for it knows only of the compelling
force of motion that something with no edges
Routine - I need youOnce I get addicted,Routine - I need you3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are the only thing which can successfully stop me
from remembering who I am.
Take me inwere we never to meetTake me in4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the vessels
swollen with soul
overflowing and passive 'till touched
no circuits to short
all this carrying on
is this carrying on
you made statements to clarify my position
compassion you said
unknown to me
was it passed
it was not placed there by me
congruence you said
congruence you are
Ginsberg, Ginsberg take me in
I am self-censored to euphemistic vagary
we must salt these wounds
these trembling hands
"I have seen places where fallen angels dot the landscape
where the trees are but pillars
and to survive is both luck and misfortune"
are deities not omniscient
no, they have just decided
to ask no more questions
and they will fall