The Shadow RemainsCouldn't make it to the stageThe Shadow Remains3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I became a writer
in shadows I remain
I will remain in the shadows
but my words will see the light
it will reach for the stars
it will reach for the moon
I feel there rush ,,,,, yes I do
I will remain in the shadows
but my words will shine on my tomb
shining on my six feet under
there is where I prefere to be
in the shadows I'll remain
that's why I have an anonymous name
that's why I have an anonymous face
that's why I chose the mask
as a person I'm very sane
as a writer I'm very insane
that's the price I have to pay
and I'll remain
in the shadows
either 6-feet under or 6-feet upove
The Shadow Remains ....
- Autonomy -Where have all the good men gone?- Autonomy -3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kind and brave and strong.
Where have all the good men gone?
Hands and hearts empty for so long.
Ah, sweet Independence.
-they told me the sun died with you,-3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
like you were icarus, you cloaked the cobalt sky
but I remember
wrathful words, starving, festering in my ribcage like the heart: something
isn't quite right here, and I feel my throat sear with words I'd rather leave
unsaid, for now. they're bright, helios, we find
our money shoved in the couch, along with
memories and reckless dreams we abandoned with the past
throwing away our lives to live a little-
seven shots of vodka to the veins,
jolting like fire, we leap from the train tracks and
we hit the water and sink below to the spars of the shipwrecks of our home.
I remember you as a little child, with
knobbly bruised knees, your too bright eyes,
and how I knew I'd snuff out every candle
carelessly, I remember
we used to lie between these cold wrinkled sheets,
bitterly, I can hear your voice
snaking between my teeth, your ice: "we'll be okay", you said.
I dim the lights a little,
chew the pen between my teeth, starving for ink, maybe my mouth
Teacher, I Ask YouThrow me into the deep endTeacher, I Ask You6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And let me struggle there
Alone, I will use
My pre-acquired knowledge
And to learn from the experience
Take me to a tropical land
And leave me to relax there
Learning the happiness
Of peaceful tranquillity
So that I see
The pure beauty of living
Or better still, keep me
From entering that place
Give me purpose
Showing me the cruelties of desire
To try or to give up
I beg you, give me everything
So I no longer keep track
My happiness forgotten
Proof that possessing everything
To possessing nothing
Then force me to choose
Between each of these scenarios
For growth's sake
Between better, worse, easier, harder
What I am truly made of
apartment complexwoven into my fitful sleep,apartment complex2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
lover you make demands
out of meek accusations
how many postulates
rile your pulse
and dry slithers
in your throat?
symmetry of the sun
confounding the rafter's
force me out
of my home.
These tears of mineThese are the tears that I feel.These tears of mine2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every now and then my sadness
is like a rain storm.
The rain represents my tears
and the thunder is my anger.
The lightning is the rage that
I feel deep within.
That is why I write these feelings
down. So that I can tell others of
my plight through my despair.
cyanosisi won’t speak of these invisible scars,cyanosis2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you won’t rip them open.
(silence is a virtue,
but i’m a sinner-girl—
oh blue, if only we were all.)
addictioni'm dreaming aboutaddiction3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
snapping lion teeth
and concentrated apocalypses;
my nightmares look like you
i'm screaming for the
and scratching at my throat
so come closer
and start plucking roses.
Concentration DelusionWhat drives me to lie, cheat, steal?Concentration Delusion10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inner conflict - forces that oppose.
repel like dual polarity.
Drains my power of reasoning, weakens my soul
like a scornful disease.
Resolution - avoidance - misery.
The towering walls close in and envelope me;
tentacles, sharp pointed needles neutralize
and I succumb.
---- * ----
I dream of a quiet place.
Plunged into a deep coma of silence.
Held at the cliff's edge,
rescued as the frayed rope is relieved.
I become the rope and awaken
to soft voices
and a cool breeze.
The Power of TouchI can feel your love,The Power of Touch1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
your utmost respect.
You will not hurt me
or point out my defects.
You truly care for me.
You want me to rest.
I feel safe here,
and I know what to expect.
I can feel your unease
You are tired and worn
It's been a long day
and your mind is torn
You have already left
Your expression forlorn
Your giving is empty
and offered with scorn
I can feel your hate,
your complete disregard.
I am a number,
a check on a punch card.
You don't know my name.
You will add to my scars.
I have no face
and my body is marred.
I can feel your heart
though you don't say a word.
For you speak with your hands
and the meaning's inferred.
Do you care at all?
Is my heart's cry heard?
Who am I to you?
What is my worth?
-our wings are shredded and we're rolling in the stained feathers and we're playing with our nightmares, we are-21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
tumbling through our thoughts, rushing along caught up in the heat of every moment, drowning in our
blue blue eyes, the devil sneers at me, twists his hand and says, come along,
a little fire will
do you some good-
and I too am getting lost, confused, angry
I am too big for this body, I am beating at my ribs and straining twisting hurting
let me out, let me out, I whirl within the storm behind tempest gray eyes
I've got a scar that looks just like you, remember
when I drew you in clean lines and vibrant colors? we overstep it now,
with blurred black and white paintings swirling in a crying river, torn and ruined
ripping every single rose from the trellis, crumbling the peeling paint between calloused fingertips, I
grind my teeth together and look calmly to the blood red skies:
wide eyed, bruised knees, scarred hands, everyone is a map if you look. I could
jot down all t
EncounterFate brought us togetherEncounter1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
that day in July.
The morning sun illuminated
your tousled sandy locks,
as if the heavens
bestowed beauty upon you.
I saw you approach,
slow yet confident,
lips stretching to reveal
pearl white, riddled with
charm, kindness, comfort.
You stand before me,
your sea meeting my sky.
I get but a glimpse
of your soul,
concealed behind metal and glass.
I become entranced
as I mirror your smile,
perhaps with more adoration
than which you gave.
I feel your arms encircle me,
my slender form
enveloped in muscle and fabric.
We take a moment
to exchange sweet nothings,
feeling the hands of fate
bind us together,
as if our paths
were meant to cross
on this day.
Great words"there's so much in this world we can learn. No matter how young or how old we are."Great words2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I believe, I believe evryday's a good day if you paint."
"This is your world. Your the creator find freedom on this canvas."
"Bring on the roasted potatoes, bring on the courses. This is what good cooking is all about."
"A book lets you zoom zoom through time and space but don't bother packing you can stay in one place"
"there are stories every where you look if you look in the right way."
After The Mystery...Once again, Justice prevails.After The Mystery...3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another villain unmasked and exposed.
The Machine is packed, and we're gone...
home to Coolsville and some time off.
I'm sacked out in the back,
while Shag and Scooby enjoy a snack.
Fred and Daph are up front, taking us home.
We had our fun and sent another baddie away.
I feel a caress on my cheek.
Is it the wind, or is Daph getting weird again?
Deeper and deeper, I slip off into Dreamworld...
in deep repose, I unwind from the adventure.
After the mystery--time to take it easy.
little boys, little girlsWhen I was young, all dressed uplittle boys, little girls2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
In wedding attire from a battered suitcase of playthings,
Mouth stained with the lips that God would never grant
Any girl or woman, bright pink and glowing, and tiny feet
Slipperily encased in plastic heeled shoes
(Pink and slip-on with small yellow stars)
My parents would swear
To my sister and I
That when we were older, there would be princes coming from all over the land
To knock on our front door, and ask for their beautiful daughter’s hand
If imagination is a little girl’s plaything, then little girls
Become the plaything of imaginative adults, as we all build up
Our castle walls and know that if we are just pretty enough
Some prince will come along
With his palomino horses
And knock them right back down.
What if we just didn’t build them?
As I got older, the comments did change
Into things like telling my brother
That having such pretty sisters
Would make him ever-popular in school, and I guess once, sure,
A little b
GeodeNot so bitter, the current en passant,Geode2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
but realizing the past years too.
The wasted moments heartbeats Life.
Wandering aimless existence half-glimpsed through squinted eye.
Self-separated, self-segregated exiled.
Too long stuffed in too small container
Jack-in-the-box, to be released when it suits, then back in
Shoebox trim away what doesn't fit like crust neatly off sandwich.
but I like the crust, it has character
So weary of pretending and apologizing for who I am
I like me.
doesn't see the casual chameleon,
the thousand men I've been
who are not me.
Just facets incomplete.
sees all that I am and could be.
has awakened more in me than I've ever seen.
( or understand )
looks at all that I am for her,
with awe and wonder
Too much, too fast.
try to hold back this raging torrent
like a young boy might move a mountain with a spoon.
she winds up drenched, but smiles
she's beginning to believe.
I'm still overflowing
both eyes open, my world has color
expansive now, I
TumbleIn the ghost of a momentTumble2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
that never came
I let myself
slip out of action
as if I could retrieve
without a way
back up again.
Have Faith Have faith little one. Do not turn a blind eye to the beauty of life. For one whom only value the good is a fool. To measure one’s life only on the good and not find comfort in ones flaws will never know joy. For all living things have their faults. Does a dog cry because it is wingless? Does a snake whimper because it has no legs? No, they endure and enjoy their life. Have faith little one, because there is beauty in your faults.Have Faith3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ramblings of a fading soul.It is in recalling what I had, that I realize what I now do not:The ramblings of a fading soul.3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The simmering sunsets amidst the temperamental, fickle tropical air; I feel as if I have lost it all.
This, in and of itself, is a humidity; that is to say the weight and constrict of my soul.
But my body yearns to be rested amongst the sultry beaches as the twilight glows it's last full flame.
What light and heavy! Crushed and lifted at once, yet in turn, by reminisce.
The once placid memories now replaced with proverbial skeletons haunt me in my sleep.
This cynicism, which is an acid; that is to say which had dissolved the flesh of what now forms reality.
Leaving me stranded in a place of so mortal purgatory, filled with the sorrows of the past that makes one weep.
Perhaps it is at the very end of this temporal spell, I have found the essence of it.
Beyond my crumpling destitute state awaits me an everlasting sense of enlightenment.
The silver lining in the utter blackness; that is to say the gift for what we in m
The Sight of the SunEvery day you wake upThe Sight of the Sun3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the sweet rays of light.
Peaking through the window
Chasing away the night.
The light that shines
So brightly in the sky
Can be beautiful to anyone
Who can see through their eyes.
However, those who cannot see,
They are not out of the loop.
For they can feel its rays
Warming them round
Their beautiful bodies
With such high senses
Who know more than we do
And have more wisdom.
Each sense is a privilege
And a benefit to all.
Touch, for instance, works great
To pick up a ball.
And smell is lovely
When smelling the flowers
And hearing works well
To hear chirping birds for hours.
Taste makes you able
To eat ice cream so sweet
But sight is really
What no other sense can defeat.
Writers' TonguesThe tongues of writers seem bittersweetWriters' Tongues50 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the truth upon them is hard to swallow
They know far too much of the wows which daunt
And wane upon a meandering world
But can do little more than etch
Such accounts upon soiled parchment
And hope for the strength to continue
Breaking down walls which hide
The beauty behind every monster
And oppression behind every utopia
Whilst still dreaming up a perfect world
Meant for everyone who can still find their humanity.
Perchance such a thing is but a fairy tail
Never meant to become actuality
But perhaps such things can become reality
As long as writers write to dream of them
Whilst still uncovering the truth within us all
Their lips speak of words we all secretly believe
But dare not warp into existence
But is that for the best
Or are writers the foolish ones
To think that truth reigns high above all else
To keep forever clean from the white lies we tell ourselves
Whilst peering ever deeper into the abyss
We call our reflections past the palpabl