five things they don't teach you in highschool1.five things they don't teach you in highschool4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's okay to fall in love.
i mean, they tell you you're never going
to marry your high school sweetheart and i'm not going
to tell you it's a lie
because it's not. you guys will probably
break up and is gonna hurt like hell
but you'll be okay. remember, you are not the only one
who has felt loneliness like a knife,
the only one to know the pain of lungs collapsing
because they were your air,
and you will never be the only one who whispered
"i love you" two lives too soon.
you will not be the last one to have tucked
hair behind their ear and leaned in for a kiss
or the last one to wake up reaching for a hand that's no longer there.
but it's okay.
your favorite book will not always be your favorite.
like you, it will change over time
to something unrecognizable
that gives you only a vague nostalgia in the tips of your fingers.
flipping through the pages will never
feel the same again.
you will learn to love something new;
your next favorite will teach you something about you
Insanity needs companyand now I’m stuck here,Insanity needs company1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
how the walls became
a veiny sight-
(could the cause be me calling out
in the middle of the night?)
and alone I stand here,
how my feet got
nailed upon this floor-
(do you hold my ankles
like an anchor
does the shore?)
and I know it’s been thirteen years
since you were here at all,
according to the hash marks
drawn in chalk
upon the wall,
but I can’t
of our memories,
so for now,
I’ll let the doc declare:
Insanity needs company.
Heroin AddictionRemember the daysHeroin Addiction1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I would come running to you,
and shaking body,
and you would wrap me
in your strong arms
and whisper promises of tomorrow
that might never happen?
I would come to you
a broken mess
and you would fix me.
What happened to those days?
Now I'm too broken
and every hug ends in gore
from the fragments of my soul
puncturing your pale, delicate skin
and I'm choking on the words
you tried shoving down
my raw, bleeding throat.
The sad part is
it's so easy to
indulge in the wicked comfort of
this toxic relationship.
Every Journey Begins...Every journey begins with ignorance.Every Journey Begins...3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You’re in your own little world.
Surrounded by secrets you didn’t know exist.
You’re surrounded by fools
Who know less than you.
And somehow, somehow, you’re different.
A stranger in a “black and white” world.
And when a fellow stranger comes along,
Your journey to find the grey world begins.
You’ll refuse at first,
But the grey world is so tempting
That you’ll find yourself accepting.
Amazement will occur,
Losses will take place
And you’ll surely be filled with despair.
But when it’s over,
You’ll go back to the black and white world grey,
And fill the world with many colors.
cratershe ends without curves, carves me intocraters1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ground, forgets to separate my body
from the dirt-
quit trying to fit people into boxesmy birthday is at the end of marchquit trying to fit people into boxes2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
which means i'm an aries
they say that the ram is the leader of the pact
the first sign
enthusiastic and energetic
people born under aries are
known to take action
they're not known to spectate idly
which is odd because
i've always felt like i
spent my whole life painting people up in my head
watching the world rather than
being a part of it
i'm a dreamer, an idealist
personality type infp
an introvert whose
feelings make up their reality
infps are known to build up worlds inside themselves
in order to escape their own mind
which is odder still
because i'm an honest realist
(with pessimistic tendencies)
and i revel in my situations through writing
rather than running away from them in my head
at my core i'm
full of passion and rage
layers of shyness revealing
an angry person who can be
quite outspoken around those she's comfortable
i'm complicated, basically.
i am a complex arrangement of
nature's codes and che
Legacy Men Oceans are safe; she saidLegacy Men1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
she was a landbird swollen thick
by sun and sand, incapable
of extended flight.
Tectonic blueprints running clockwork strange,
our bell-shaped blue footprints curving heating
through cloudcover shake.
Shook fists. Strange,
how the war fever rushes
and yet you only remember how you felt,
the melting of her wings like streams on the horizon,
the grass burning up in a blast, toes clenched
but the earth was only petrol and scraps
rusted between them.
The Wanderer [Poem]That's all he ever did.The Wanderer [Poem]5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From place to place this man strolled,
Finding new spots to call home,
But leaving when he felt they had become old.
He once stumbled onto a beautiful forest,
filled with life and colour and all things bright.
But he up and left when he realized that there,
Hard work was the only way to do things right.
He then clambered onto a mountainous peak,
Where the stone hills seemed to defy common sense.
But as the wind picked up and nature's music played,
He left this place to its own harmonic suspense.
He happened upon a village of precision,
Being all angles, numbers and circles too.
He was given clothes, a home and a bed,
But left after being told what to do.
The wanderer felt sad, and alone.
He could never fit in, not anywhere he went.
He felt worthless, without meaning,
As if his soul had been spent.
“Do I even have purpose?”
It was on this thought he began to ponder,
When realization struck:
Maybe his purpose, was simply to wander.
/ boy // boy come into world / baby boy / blue boy / boy with shadow // boy /1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
boy son / brother boy / boy with god in eyes
/ boy in story / boy in this story / this story / this boy /
this boy grows up / boy in china shop life / boy is bull /
stubborn boy / boy with thick skin / bad boy / boy is bad / boy in bad world
/ boy in men's suits / boy in man suit / boy with no face / boy wears another
/ boy wears skin too tight / broken boy / boy of glass
/ boy in own head / boy in sad body
/ boy oh boy / oh boy / oh boy with a mouth / boy with big mouth /
loud boy / boy of spit & gas / boy of no words /
boy of smoke / boy looking back in broken mirror /
boy climb into bottle & can't get out / boy lose himself in sea of mouths /
boy lose himself in stranger's legs / boy been lost since birth
/ found this out along the way
/ boy with wandered eyes / boy with too little time / you boy /
all out in cold / boy now in dead winter / here boy / come in /
boy makes home inside / boy with crown or noo
Stars and Cigarettesi.Stars and Cigarettes3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
We stand apart
and cross our hearts
and swear to never tell
the secrets that
stars and cigarettes
We fly like gods
across the skies,
and shooting stars.
To leave the Earth behind,
our celestial home,
would be a journey
that dreams are made of.
To fly with the moon
and far beyond
is better known
by man or beast
than our own home.
Drug store loose change,
quarters on the counter.
tell a warning,
cooling in the air.
Snakes of the mind
undulate and restrict
in ways we cannot define.
When you fight
the thing that kills you
before you die
it's like seeing the future.
Save someone else
to suffer your own fate.
All the lovely dancing girls
smile for the camera.
Faith is numbered
beyond the stars
in violin strokes
and ways we say our prayers.
The churches that we follow
may be in buildings
or inside our hearts,
so long as they bring us solace
and wisdom to relate.
the last star
we see tonight
is only the first
speck of ligh
promisehungry, homeless, poorpromise5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
world needing more
than a longer rope
or unfulfilled hope
red carpet charade
big business parade
part time minimum wage
captives in a corporate cage
enriching their captor
never writing their chapter
inequality and injustice
always depends upon us
the promise of evolution
seeks our solution
Photoshopped LifeYou can't saturate the wheelPhotoshopped Life14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the colors of real life;
You can't always up the contrast
In your mother's loving eyes.
You can't play with the exposure
Of a blinding summer day;
You can't include the clover
Or the smell of drying hay.
You can't take the sound of falling snow
And post for all to see,
Or capture every icy rainbow
Shining from the trees.
You can't enhance the laughter
Of the two friends by your side;
You cannot crop the flying hairs
So that they lay just right.
So let the hues be slightly dull
Who cares if skin is clear?
Just take the days, appreciate
The lovely and sincere.
i watched you set, suni.i watched you set, sun1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
today we put our sparks
and our scars
lest we make sense
when your torso
splashes up with
and your wrists turn
fast with a furious
and your spirals
to undeniable fawn
molecule in imperfect
these are the moments
and in the next
of lover lips
in morose grips
and drunk suffer
and dumb tongues
from the rubble
there was a time
that my fragments
and before that
Crowd of oneThere won't be millionsCrowd of one5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I'd boo
That's because I'll be honest with you
Perform your tricks
Dance your heart away
Sing and break a glass
Maybe I'll give you that awkward silence
But never will I forget to assure you "getting better"
ProhibitionThe working men who drank for yearsProhibition5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
To liquidate their fears
Just a couple creamy beers.
Seldom exceeding that number
The beers lured them into slumber.
Living in this time
When society saw it fine
To enjoy such beer and wine.
But whiskey was not the same
It was the devil’s wicked game.
As it poisoned the best of men
It shall never cast it’s spell again!
They were wet, but voted dry
Against the bourbon and the rye
Never expecting the beer to die.
Unknowing of the petition
Endorsing absolute prohibition
That would outlaw their addiction.
With the banishment of whiskey
It was more pricey and more risky
As people stabbed and robbed to loot
The sole forbidden fruit.
No more rum, no more champagne
To entice the tired brain
As the people woefully dread
When prohibition further spread
Implemented to stop the jailing and crime
That increased tenfold with time.
Rather than ending prohibition
Up came another mission
To point the finger to the drugs
Associated with the murderous thugs
An Insomniac's NightInsomnia strikesAn Insomniac's Night2 days ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
So I lie awake all night
With stale dreams for spite
Mistake MakingDakota's nephew is a week oldMistake Making4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he has already cast the infant
out of his life and he tells me
how his mom was in tears with him,
that he's just a newborn needing family
and I understand how it is hard to forgive
when they want him to forget.
The fact that someday her child
will do the math and find out his mom
was sixteen when he was born,
ask what his father was like,
to which his mom will say "a mistake"
and direct him to hipster selfies.
I never was a horny teen
thinking in terms of sluts and studs,
but I've still had that conversation.
For four generations my predecessors
got pregnant before they could buy
the alcohol to go through with it.
Now I have passed the threshold,
can walk up to that corner-store counter
and proceed to drown sorrows
I don't have.
I don't want a child in my life. Yet.
But my parents made mistakes.
I want to make them too.
The body betweenThe fashion world pretends we don't existThe body between3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Same as the women who are either slender or plump
(Unintendedly, I'm sure)
But we are here, just between size 2 and 12,
Make the average of these numbers
And you get an approximation of mine,
Not something logic or precise
Since not all women have curves
And not all have angles,
Some have a mix of both
Like my own undecided flesh.
The lower part of Venus
And upper of a water nymph
Nature thought fit to be together
And decided I too can represent womanhood
Compressed in 5foot1, I'd rather learn the shimmy
Than waste time entangled with a weary geometry
3 PassengersA girl with a cello case, she’s a perfectionist3 Passengers1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some drunk dude, he’s a soldier on vacation
A man in a suit, his expression is unwavering
She clutches the cello case white knuckling tight
Because hers soul is contained on its inside
She is shy and fragile but in her chest sleeps a dragon
And it’s very much breathing and alive
On the day it opens its eyes you will not avert your ears
As she balances on the top of the world, above her peers
Her heart is like a metronome and it pounds on
Anticipating the day where the world will hear her song
We are all moving in directions dictated by our own devices
Dedication is on the for front of our mindset
And as we return to lifeless buildings we wait
And someday a new sun will light a way
He is staggering as he holds conversation
On his legs, words and interpretation
He doesn’t understand how the world can’t stand still
Flawed creation, build to spill
He lives by the primary directions “FUCK. EAT. KILL.”
in printthe highest complimentin print3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've ever received
a few of my poems
and put them onto
are the best sort
and she felt
that i had written
a few of those.
Mumbling Hearts"This world is a place of darknessMumbling Hearts20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A place of cruelty"
"Days here are long and grueling
Life here isn't always heaven for the hardworking"
"We keep fighting and fighting
But the battle might be in vain"
"Time goes on, so does the war
But a heart as mine would never give in"
"Hearts are strong but fragile
They're mighty but they break"
"Minds are uncontrollable, hearts easier to persuade
Once found firm foundation of held out hands, face uncertainty and implausible demands"
"Uncertainity and implausibility are dangerous
A path to certain oblivion"
"They are all the same
Regardless these intents remain
"Intents are powerless
Our dark destinies are already written"
"All truth can be dark yet still shed some light
The past was written, the future to potential's delight, maybe demise"
"Futures are unpredictable and unclear
With many dangers hidden in its the foggy paths"
"The way may be so, full of unsurety and masks
But the future doesn't mean the
you're open 24hours, right?thin lines of mercyyou're open 24hours, right?1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
and after this
hour of sighs
suffocate the blood in our
fatty food is what
while i'll take
an iced latte, please
I Can't Possibly Be Naive About Thismirroring the movements of myI Can't Possibly Be Naive About This1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
metronome lover // heart murmur
hummer; mumbling soft somethings
about veins bled out
dry - sans sucre -
loud as water thick
"eat me". she says, with a mouth
dyed red from cough syrup
downing the afterglow of
sex with the lights
ON (for safety)
spreading the lights out from under
passing smoke through
lips teeth throat HEAVE lungs HEAVE heart
halves of a
hole, coax it out to blow
Os, sleep round we go
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