What Love MeantI thought love was something that happened to other peopleWhat Love Meant17 hours ago in Free Verse
It made them happy
Made them stupid
Made them make mistakes
Made them irrational
I thought I was above things like love
I thought I had no need for it
I thought that the only thing I could possibly need
I saw no need for love in my life
I thought love was
I thought love was roses and chocolate
I thought love was phone calls and whispered words
I thought love was something that happened to other people
And not to me.
I knew that love was something good
I knew that love was something desirable
That I would never understand
I only knew what I had heard from others
I thought love was walking into rooms
And knowing you were welcomed there
I thought love was creating your own world
With someone else
I thought love was a dream
That I had never had
I thought I was broken
Because all my dreams were nightmares
I did not want to fall in love
I was determined not to
When I thought I would
I ran away
I was not
inktoberwish i could craft youinktober5 hours ago in Free Verse
in swift ink,
quiet lines that respect
me, in a guise
demeaning what you mean
wish you were closer
than open sea;
sun cocked and aimed
we will despise
our anchors and wind
around spiteful wrists
wish you could plead
like the pain
in my knees
yet retain your delusions
wish you were hearing
wish i surmised
that my hands
(im)permanentI am the metamorphosis and drone;(im)permanent10 hours ago in Free Verse
an autolytic cell, shifting swift
into the folds of evolution
finding mecca in the local pond, an empty bottle
and other mundane things.
You are the universe in timesway,
swirled purple fragmented images of everything
bleeding and blending back into a space before
You never loved
me and I
enough of you,
but in blips on blackout
skies we scratched our names like children often do
in pursuit of feeling.
einhundert siebenundzwanzigbaby girl, i'll make sureeinhundert siebenundzwanzig4 hours ago in Free Verse
(s)he'll never hurt you;
i love you too much to
watch you decompose
my bones may crumble and
punk rock might not
play at your funeral,
but trust me
doesn't mean anything,
but the words i bleed through
a tongue cut in ha
are the only things that matter
(against the microphone)
and the woman with gr[e/a]ying
hair pretending to love her
occupation as a librarian is
stepping up to the microphone,
her excessively H U G E glasses
curving along her cheekbones, whispering,
"i would like to read this piece
aloud to all of you; thank you to all
of those who could come tonight, we
really appreciate it.
now, this poem is written by
a poet who i pers
BiasThere is a lot of bias in the world.Bias2 hours ago in Free Verse
What we believe to be right is suddenly wrong...
We are wrong for being upset at what is said to us.
We are wrong for trying to be kind.
We are wrong for trying to be fair.
And at a moments notice we are made the enemy.
It is okay to insult or say something mean about what means a lot to us...
But when one defends it, it is wrong and unjustifiable.
Then the one who defends what they believe in is suddenly made "the bad person".
I laugh at the irony of the world sometimes.
The way it works astonishes me.
Love is a game.Why was I so replaceable?Love is a game.11 hours ago in Free Verse
Our love I thought was invincible
Overnight you flipped like reciprocals...
Suddenly I was the enemy
For this I was not prepared, mentally
I lay in bed and cry helplessly
I go back and analyze the discrepancies
Looking at things in retrospect
My actions were not circumspect
I tried playing the game without the intellect
The obvious signs I chose to neglect
There is always a game, though you may not know it
You slipped away while I thought we were close-knit
If anyone asked I'd have to admit
If you choose to play the game, don't play it legit...
Down, But Not OutDown, But Not Out5 hours ago in Free Verse
Your words may pierce and stick,
Like arrows aimed at my mind;
Your tongue may cut and hurt,
Like a blade aimed to my chest;
Your actions may hit and shake me,
Like a spear aimed at my heart,
But you will never break me.
I may stumble and fall;
I may cower and hide,
But you will never break me.
Like a mountain I stand,
You come and strike to fall me,
But you will never break me.
Even though you have made hell for me,
I still must say thanks to you.
Without the cruelty you showed me,
I would not be as strong as I am now.
I know you will always strike me,
You may always put hate upon me,
But you will never break me.
raw medicineI was angry once at Someoneraw medicine1 day ago in Free Verse
who yelled at me for nothing?
But I thought, ‘it might be just me, I’m just
a little sick in the brains’
and then I got mad twice at the same person for the
same exact reason
and I thought ‘ maybe they have
demarcatingif im good enough to be seen with your shoulder,demarcating17 hours ago in Free Verse
why dont you kiss my mouth?
the realist interprets this like a wolf does game
$750000 in paperwork, I got it and get it
if Im going to tear a throat out, I have to use my teeth
for the sake of this experiment, use a large frying pan.
cook (fry? I dont know) a third of a pound of bacon, the more natural, the better
strain the bacon and add a glass of water to the pan of grease.
take note of the orbits; the current
the currency you ply.
in elementary school, back when we knew it all,
we had also never been victimised.
I still feel shy when I ask her to suck my dick, but she substantiated my hesitance, when she called me.
twelth is the third-last, and you dont teach this fury,
I can easily see that you dont teach your kids shit
the one you kiss with a mouthful of your own jizz,
in the old days the called that love.
it.s only shacking-up if youre chronically single.
you only fall off the roof if you mis-take the angle of the
A Want In a daze I find myselfA Want12 hours ago in Free Verse
surrounded by others
and one by one
we are all the same
I yearn to find
what makes me me
yet it remains unseen.
Little do I know
a balled up piece of soul
makes me different.
Ink and Spray PaintWhy are you so perfect?Ink and Spray Paint23 hours ago in Free Verse
Everyone loves you,
You're talented in every way,
How can you have no major flaws?
You aren't afraid of anything,
You know how to do everything,
You're far smarter than me,
You have no idea how much I envy you.
You never make mistakes,
You're never unhappy,
You've conquered everything in your path,
How are you so strong?
Why are you so perfect?
I've always loved you
And I feel so inadequate compared to you,
Why can't I be you?
The Boots of MankindIn the dirt.The Boots of Mankind10 hours ago in Free Verse
In the concrete.
On the soft earth.
Across the oceans.
Into the sky.
Upon our planet.
On the moon.
Among the stars.
On what is 'right'.
As much as 'wrong'.
On the walks of life.
And paths to many ends.
In the minds of the observer.
Upon the hearts of friends.
And the souls of family.
Over the face of a god.
Past the mouth of a devil.
The footprints of mankind
erode into all he encounters.
Le Heros (FR only)Écoutez moi, tout le monde,Le Heros (FR only)19 hours ago in Free Verse
Parce que je suis un héros !
J'ai aidé ces gens, Je les ai sauvé,
Et maintenant, j'en suis décoré !
Écoutez moi, jeune gens,
Parce que je suis le héros !
De moi, sous le règne de la télé,
Forcement vous avez entendu parlé !
Écoutez moi, depuis là-bas,
Parce que je suis le Héros !
Représentant la fierté de la nation,
En Amérique je fut envoyé !
Croyez moi, vous tous,
Parce que je suis votre Héros !
Depuis la statue de la Liberté
Je peux tous vous regarder de haut !
Craignez moi, bandits,
Parce que je suis Invincible !
La croix sur ma chemise immaculée peut en témoigner:
J'ai gagné l'immortalité !
Tout me concerne,
De l'homme agressé,
À la femme harcelée,
En passant par le bébé qui pleure !
Ils me veulent, je les aiderais, tous !
De toute façon, qui peut me résister ?
Ces femmes, ces hommes,
selective functionalitytime-killing by-products:selective functionality1 hour ago in Free Verse
this is our own chemical Hellenization
observed on vinegar breath and through
our asymmetrically perfect eyes
evolved in a crucible of blue light and gleaming
the lip of aphasia’s bucket
where the game trails are sharp
and far too well lit
for those who need bait to succumb
Path of the Troubled BardI have forgotten so much in my years,Path of the Troubled Bard12 hours ago in Free Verse
And the tides of change have long swept away,
The footsteps I left in the sands of time.
When I was young things lasted forever;
Now things change on the turn of the dime.
Essays and notepads filled with words
So elloquently chosen and perfectly placed;
Dictionary and resources to keep me right.
I must never be lost in the dark of ignorance.
I find shelter in the warmth of being bright.
Years were not kind.
I los t some much.
How manny funerals have I been two?
I greave for now,
I can be afforded a typo or too.
i cant remember when i last tried
tried to write a single verse or line
but maybe if i tri relly hard
ill come up with something,
like a reborn bard.
its al gon.
ware did my branes go?
i woz once grate
but now iam slow.
my mind is dekayed.
my soul is broken.
i refuse to let my spirit dye.
let me try.
just one more try.
...I am not done.
...I still have that spark.
...and I will be damned if I surrender to the dar
Some people are carved in stone...Some people are carved in stone with hammer and chiselSome people are carved in stone...7 hours ago in Free Verse
You can never erase the surface, it's truly official
Their beliefs are absolute, no ripples and never fizzles
You'll find out their beliefs are as sharp as a sickle
Some people are written on paper with pencil or pen
You can always erase or white-out by day's end
Their beliefs can blow like the wind,
Or flow like water, changing speed, or bend.
Life is written in blood
Hardships shape the text of the story of our lives
Using more severe words based on how much blood dripped off the knives
You can bleed the words on paper, a thing you can't erase
But bleeding on stone can just simply wash away
Stone people have already decided their morality,
Whether good or evil, they've sealed their fate
Paper people, however, don't live in reality
They can be filled with love or hate
You can add to stone to change it, but it only improves
Add lines to fix lines, creating new grooves
You can fill it with anger, sorrow, or approve
To just carve a p
A Reflection on IntrospectionMy introspection isn'tA Reflection on Introspection1 hour ago in Free Verse
looking into a mirror,
a single shard and a light,
not even shattered.
It isn't looking into a room
full of mirrors(most times),
all echoing off each other
and casting new angles
Looking inward isn't peering,
jeering out the window of a
small plane and
It isn't that,
even if I had power,
telescopic lens magic,
even if the plane
and I'd the power of flight.
I'm on the ground
I am bushwhacker,
scaler of land,
crosser of rivers
down valleys and
exhilarated by mountainous things
In summer I sweat,
winter I endure,
I keep making my way
in horizontal migration
I see all phenomena,
caress and press with
every curve and crevice
I am one with this land's challenges
as I become this place
in a journey of introspection.
Little walksPorcelain sacrifices,Little walks6 hours ago in Free Verse
Etched quietly behind the scenes.
At 5 AM.
Sit in silence;
Following your flashing blue lights.
Muffled songs behind the semicolon.
While our thunder crashes through the slumber.
Two slight meals,
Away from completion.
Make you alrightIf you could have saved me,Make you alright8 hours ago in Free Verse
Could I have made you alright?
You have burdens from before I knew you,
I only compounded them.
You struggle with acceptance from your peers,
I tell you to accept yourself.
Family discredits how you are wired,
Again accept yourself!
You fear what I may have done,
They've taken their pound of flesh.
And if you ask it of me,
I will let them take more.
The separate lives we now live are evidence of our own failings.
We aren't the only ones in this,
All have suffered and sacrificed.
It is my fault.
I should have treated you better.
And if you could save me now,
Could it make you alright?
Hero?he stood thereHero?10 hours ago in Free Verse
leaning over the
edge of the bridge,
cold steel railing that
crossed the river of-
memories of the time
that once was
flooded his old, tired
mind, he looked away but-
water that rushed
by like his years, two
streams of his own joined
the rapids, no one-
every one called
him hero, protector
none knew the price,
sacrifice he gave-
not one person
could care if they
saw him now climbing
up, up over-
everything just so
people would finally
stand up and fight,
rise up against the-
cool steel railing
as the wind tugged,
teased, beckoned him to
take a chance at an-
enemy that kept
them down, away
from a beginning
that started with an-
WidowsWidows16 hours ago in Free Verse
I spied two widows today,
They thought I wouldn't see.
As they held their hourglass high,
Their bellies fat with greed.
They lay about their home,
Happy to be rid of their kin.
Their children frolic and play.
Only one or two will remain,
To watch their mothers fade.
Into the distance rivers of blood,
Flee out to start their lives.
Into the distance the hourglass,
Runs and no longer tells us time.
UntitledBefore we live and after we dieUntitled1 hour ago in Free Verse
There are no stars in the sky
But worlds are born when we open our eyes
And the universe halts when we die
soul matesrotting flesh grass from a grailsoul mates6 hours ago in Free Verse
come a splash what is skin but a mask
here is a body soil covers our task
shovel over shoulders repeat
can you hide your feet
the trail is cold
animals know better
but their souls are old
no reason to hide
life styles of treason
anger the hive with reason
the answer is to receive
the question is deceived
the horse is red
ink lined fate woven thread
laughs at the lies you said
i will never die on a bed
the fire welcomes wires with minors
one liners and the trust of liars
could you even care less
souless past tense
throw away whose blessings
with the easiest temptations
i know of sensations
fascination with decay
envy and the blame
sold my soul for regret
the receipt says the same