advice.i.advice.4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
you can't erase me
like an incorrect answer.
I have started to learn
that being wrong
taste it like honey
at the back of your throat,
embrace it the way
your spine would embrace
your mattress after a long, tiring day.
you cannot rub it away;
this is our natural tattoo.
engrave it on your skin,
that the path you walk
is forever under construction.
the important thing
is that we keep building.
we have an instinct to fight.
not long ago
I may have compared humans
to intricate things like roses,
but now I think
we are stronger than that.
call us white blood cells.
we do not rest.
our battles are internal and infinite,
and our conquests are
the beast that defeats us
is the final one,
and we will not go down
without leaving our opponent
scrape your knees
with the shards of your broken heart.
at times you may feel like you want to.
but hearts are not made of glass,
and no poetic metaphor
will make i
troubled seas IIjust like water,troubled seas II1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
take the shape
of their container.
When I Was YoungWhen I was young I knew my parents were always right,When I Was Young5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I grew a bit and knew they were always wrong,
My way or the highway!
I grew a bit more and realized I was always right,
Dig in my heels and stand my ground,
So proud to stand alone!
I grew still more and realized that I was rarely right,
Seeking the wisdom of the more experienced,
Desperate to learn right from wrong.
When I grew more I learned black and white make grey,
Searching for the truth beyond the right and wrong,
Content in knowing that I don't know.
As I grow more what will I learn
Beyond what I knew when my soul was young?
forgettablesnowflakes of shameforgettable3 days ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
flutter to the floor, settle-
mistakes and regrets
from my long-kept diary
another page is shredded
Don't We Die Young Anyway?~ A Free Verse PoemYeah I'm an artist...Don't We Die Young Anyway?~ A Free Verse Poem4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe thats why,
I cry so much,
Maybe thats why,
I don't want,
To breathe so much,
But thats okay,
Cause don't we die young?
Maybe that'll make it easier,
To take myself away...
Maybe it'll make it easier,
To fill my lungs with paint,
Instead of air
Maybe it'll make it,
That much harder to,
Erase my existence,
From this universe,
Cause paint stains are,
Very hard to remove
And glitter is,
Very hard to clean
And lipstick marks are,
Very hard to forget...
So I'll take it all in,
And the glitter,
And the lipstick
And it'll be okay,
Cause don't we die young...
juxtaposition (what's left of me)i think i am (not)juxtaposition (what's left of me)2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
star-bound; i can fall
(asleep) alone, without
constellations in my eyes
(who said they couldn't
be behind them)
i told myself
that i was worth
nothing (but the world)
and i grew to believe
the lies i laid out like clothes
on a school morning.
(Harmful) InnocenceLook under that(Harmful) Innocence5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Short, flaunting skirt,
And find vaginal scars -
You can fuck her
All you want ~
She's too numb to feel it.
Memorial DayFragments of the recent past,Memorial Day3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
carved neatly into stone.
Summoned to a frightful task,
died in a field alone.
This one escaped the devil's den,
found peace again in life;
gently taught his family,
find goodness in your strife.
Brave young souls in peril's heart,
the conflicts that gave rise,
honor bound and duty found,
the binding love that ties.
Endeavor now to contemplate
the fear that they defeated,
their sacrifice remembered and
the horror not repeated.
what do you call a moment so deara night inwhat do you call a moment so dear4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
you called me and whispered lullabies
to ears that had never learned
to sleep so deeply;
dreams were a back splash,
an afterthought, an
postcard that came in the mail
three days late.
you sang me to sleep
with songs about the moon
and the creatures that hunt it
and maybe, just a little,
i found solace in the sound of a voice
once upon a time in a window
far, far away.
on a morning in
you rang the doorbell
with flowers and bluebells
and birds were chirping, and let me tell you:
i've never seen a sight
so sweet my bones ached.
you were the sugar in my coffee and
butterfly kisses landed us
from the bedroom window we'd called
saw us searching for a cure to happiness
and yet we found none;
only laughter between lilies,
song inside silence
and the magic of a day that would always
and on a day in
we found meaning in the virtue
of leaves falling
and trailing their
holy holding patterns and subtle shuttlescouched up like animal passionsholy holding patterns and subtle shuttles5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
tearing new holes in old slabs of granite.
can it be possible we are granted
nearly more than we can hold without planning?
planet fastening our fetters to fandoms
randomly settling our veins into anthems,
and we, the people, demand them.
ransom me back, or give me the damn decency
to expire free from currency.
currently i'm currying favor with curs
and cursing every curl of their curving,
surfacing only to be purposed with swirling
down the drain. i'm surely the tyrant
of the lame, sick, and addled, luring them all
into unflattering rites. since i am dire
as night and dark as fire despite
whatever stone i'm compliant to.
look alive, oh i'm trying to.
Beast of a Numberlove is the complexBeast of a Number4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
beast of a number
an alien root, squaring up
against our frail, earthly
blurring the science
of our crude assembly
it negotiates this model
of machine and family,
timing and placing
my hesitant steps
through the minefield
of history between us
it steps me deafly
past tripwire whispers
that i'm so far
from the home i know
that no one would likely
even notice the blast
past the wordtraps
just waiting to spring
past the stillness
that call to my veins
love is the complex
beast of a number
but also its own
of water and weeds
in pavement, as both
in time, become levers
Lake at Duskthere is a momentLake at Dusk22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
just before dusk
when the only way to go is down
beneath the hull shivering
against tired soles
beneath the waves laughing
about the stagnant prow
beneath the horizon
smiling faintly as the Sun
and in that moment
as the tide of sentience retreats
there is no way to go down but singing
that final resolutionary chord
in a revolutionary song
that sweet sensation of every moment
that slight edge
to a lone loon’s cry
through the vacuum
i keep trying
to lose myself in shadows
and here are the stars and they speak
only to the waves
in a flurry of wild beauty
dancing across the surface
and there is that sensation
at the exact moment of midnight
that not even unreality is real
and not even circles are honest:
i have been here before
but i have never left
so perhaps truth lies in the spirals
dragging me down
beneath the waiting rocks
at the bottom of the lake
this boat is sinking
the engine is stalling
and again i
troubled seasi can see youtroubled seas1 week ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Break.They all say they understand what growing up means; they say it like they are sticking their noses up at their past mistakes, like they are looking down on the selves they have shedded with new-found wisdom; they say it like they have understood the meaning of pain in all its forms, that every sharp edge of the jigsaw puzzle has cut into their hands and drawn blood.Break.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I say nothing, because I still don't know how to grow up; I'm making mistakes worse now than ever; this skin will never be completely gone; these scars will never completely disappear, scars from cuts that only scratched the surface of the skin; blood has been drawn, but not by the shards of a glass puzzle—by me.
Still, I do not know pain; death has not knocked on my door; fire has not scorched the inside of my femurs; I’ve not had a raging hunger eat at my stomach lining or the organs below; I’m still learning how to count the hours days months years, how to break open a jar without straining my wrist.
Seeing beauty in everyday lifeDon't let the world weight you down,Seeing beauty in everyday life1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't let the fear pierce through you
corrupting your soul and the fundamental
essence of your being.
Rise above your challenges
one day at the time,
remembering that the smallest things
compose the greatest,
and the peace that your soul searches
can perhaps be found
on the color of a rose,
in the delicate flight of a butterfly,
encoded in the chirp of finch,
roaring down in the shape of waterfalls
or standing majestic as a mountain,
here below as above there is something
beautiful to be treasured and behold in your life path.
Instrukcja obslugi zyciaskoro jest już paniInstrukcja obslugi zycia3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
o co w tym wszystkim chodzi
otóż proszę pamiętać
że jako człowiek
nie może się pani doceniać
ani w siebie wierzyć
niech pani sobie powtarza
że brzydka i gruba
też trzeba zrezygnować
a gdyby coś pani nie wyszło
to uprzejmie prosimy
zamknąć się w sobie
martwić sobą innych
A Worrying QuestionWhat makes life worth living?A Worrying Question2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it your friends,
Your loved ones,
Even your dog,
Is it that rush you get,
When everything goes your way
Mine was my purpose,
I'm not so sure
For it has been taken
Pulled from beneath my feet
Leaving me lost and confused
So now I must ask
A worrying question
What is my life without direction?
girlstunnel vision and hollywood filmgirls1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
stars; i'll never be like them and i'll
never understand why they're so pretty
and why they're so skinny and how come
their hair and their eyes and their skin
look like fluorescent lights;
fake and alien,
that's what best
fix your attitude and
place your knees sdrawkcab as you look in the
that lipstick won't match with
that mascara and neither will that blush
and those diamond earrings you got
after you pierced your ears with
sewing pins because you didn't have
the money to get them done by a
why can't i be perfect
(why can't perfect be me)
clementines taste almost as though
they were sharpies, now; i'm winding
like a jack in the box, and i'm turning
to plastic like the doll that i'll never
be unless i stop eating and i start giving
up on food and qui(e)t the urge for hunger;
flashback: the dutch beachover there: a smile that was once full of tulipsflashback: the dutch beach3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
she built her shell out of black limbs, bright white wallpaper,
the foreign sea.
no wind could take her voice,
an unwritten piece eternally.
oh we thought we could mix clashing colours,
thought we could have the dance
of the sun and the breath of the earth
while we were black, black, void
of stars, repelled by light.
this demon never plagued me;
we speak in known metaphors, i learn its strange songs.
i am carried on a shoulder
just as well
and in my own eyes the plague.
tide eyedbroke off a piece of my medkit's catalogtide eyed2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
it melted in my handy dandy battleblog and rattled on
into the night sky with a bright fire working
worming past ancient caskets and gasping swerving
lasting earthly desires and disasters curving
from north to southwest and back
i looked aft and was baffled by the green lights
shoring up my failing grasp
greed grassed and added six cubits
to a life raft tasked with orbit
hubris looks pretty good on me
and all of the constellations amplify
ignited my metatarsals with new aped motions
drying up oceans of hesitant dorsal fins
and flotation devices vised twixt sharded jaws
i'm only ever partly at fault
all falls are predated by drunk summers
and limbs flung at others with driftwood restraint
and dumb murmurs on the beach
and when i swim all manner of underthings
bet me i can't keep calm in the deep
and i will gladly pay you tuesday
when my pulse is depleted
and after a quick ctrl-alt-delete
i'll be ready to drink
A Soldier's ThoughtsWe lay on the cracked ground,A Soldier's Thoughts21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
broken and battered,
throughout the land, cries resound,
cries of souls shattered.
Our cries masked by gunfire
and bodies bombarded by shells.
Our captain was a liar,
he sent us to hell.
At camp, we knew why we were here,
now we stand, bathed in the blood of brothers,
Our reasons are now unclear.
Our thoughts blocked out by thunder
Even now, we hear our mothers' weeping,
and grieving at our loss.
Soon we'll be silently sleeping,
and many will ponder this war's cost.
Why do we fight,
is there no end in sight?
Our lives come to an end tonight
but this war will carry on despite us.
his bones are hollow like birdsongand he was a wild boyhis bones are hollow like birdsong3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
without ink in his hands
or words on his tongue;
he loved the feel of breaking
betwixt his thumbs
and remembers only the feel of summer
on bare skin
coyote boy, bring
your fangs to the table and learn
of ink and pen
(he howls at the moon
with all the vigor of a fallen son,
yet all the dirt in the world
can't hide the royalty
of a wild one)
UnfinishedAnd the last door finally opensUnfinished3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
to mark the release of my shoes
upon disease-ridden streets
by innate desire
for no sight
makes me tremble
no touch graced
by the ember of spirit
smell and taste numbed
by mundane disgust
in this plastic city
of social solitude
aversion may live
for I could be
a faulty specimen
thrown into the world
with an error
to whom I am just a liability
a parasite mocking wisdom
behind the façade of poetry
the truth may never
garnish my mind
perhaps the blood
of my sorrow
should be given to joy
I remain uncertain
as I trace these letters
for god left me unfinished.
~ Nino Kadić