.a spider weaves.8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
his silver lies on my
front door, and i
walk right in;
the flies laugh
A Haiku about finalsI am really fuckedA Haiku about finals14 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Where did the semester go
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Linguistic HonestyLinguistic HonestyLinguistic Honesty19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No vivid imagery necessary for this kind of poetry,
Just stream-of-consciousness, this is simply linguistic honesty.
I have so damn far to go and I know my mind can get the best of me,
That these worries of failure can sometimes drudge up worn insecurities,
Frightened that society’s norms will keep me from where I really want to be,
But I know that if I continue fighting I’ll surely reach whatever life has destined for me.
So even if I love and hate the obstacles in my path, I know I will eventually pass all of these things.
Sometimes though, I just need a little help and she’s the only one I want with me on this wild journey.
And more than anything else, I just really want to be able to say, “Six generations, my little lovely lady.”
MasterI'm like a dogMaster9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting at home for her master
Hours tick by.
No sign of master.
And closed them tightly
Trying not to think about master too much.
Suddenly the door swung open,
And I was ecstatic to see master!
Master wasn't that excited to see me.
He just patted my head,
Grabbed his coffee,
And walked out the door.
Leaving me behind once more.
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,Mirror, Mirror5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
ImmortalityWhat is it like to be immortal?Immortality4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've always wanted to know
Living the same way for eternity
Not sure if you can escape
Or even feel like escaping
But escape isn't on your mind right now,
you're living in a beautiful lie
Now comes the time when things get ugly
You're thirteen and you have a family of your own
And while that family grows,
you stay the same
Soon you're kneeling by the hospital bed
Listening to your elderly children beg to you:
"Come with us, mother, come with us please."
Deep in your heart you want to go but you can't
And you watch as everyone you love flicker out like candles
Perhaps you can witness the end of the world
And you'd still be alive
Even suicide won't let you go
Immortality has it's icy fingers wrapped around you
Never releasing you from it'd grip
No one can hear scream with loneliness from inside your heart
What is it like to be immortal?
I never want to know
we.still damnedwe.10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
across 3000 miles
of what i used to think would sink me
into some kind of peace
you don't know how this haunts me
ink can't say enough
to rid my head of all the frustration
i'd mold myself cracked 3000 times over
if it meant your hand could finally fit into mine
The Old Man's StoriesHey old man, pull up a seat,The Old Man's Stories1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
get comfy and tell me a story.
Tell me about how it used to be,
tell me about those days of glory.
Tell me all about those classic ladies,
how they always maintained a state of grace.
The way they always smelled like daisies,
and always had on the most pleasant face.
Tell me how those ladies revered their bodies,
and the way to get in was earned with respect.
You called them lady, they didn't answer to hottie,
anything less they would flat out reject.
Tell me all about those bold men of character,
how they lived lives of virtue and common sense.
How they stood by their morals and didn't stagger.
Taking only what they earned, no sense of entitlement.
Tell me how they managed their priorities,
"A man don't work, then a man don't eat."
How they took care of their responsibilities,
the family came first, then maybe a personal treat.
Tell me all about the innocent youth,
and how they didn't mature before their time.
How they only knew to live by the truth,
StayIt’s quite sad reallyStay20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A strange phenomenon
I never really got it
I cared enough
I tried enough
I worked enough
They impaired me
They lied to me
They irked me
We parted ways
Though I wanted to stay
To keep my thoughts at bay
In your eyes
I’m a plaything
And I just let it happen
But now I’m alone
But even at home
I sleep in another bed
So my guard is up
And my mouth is shut
And so is my head
Maybe I’ll find someone
Who cares enough
To try and keep me safe
It’ll be later
But I can wait forever
If they’ll be my always
spirituality.Death gave Life, when Time wouldn't.spirituality.13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
a jar of summeryour sky blue eyesa jar of summer10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
are my alibi:
and your thin lips sigh
as I say goodbye --
you are a firefly
and I am July.
Rest in peace.Dive into the deep blue sky and let it take you by the hand to it's secret hiding place beyond the hemisphere, where every piece of love for you is catalogued in shades of burgundy velvet.Rest in peace.16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fly freely alongside millions of coloured paper cranes in the highest clouds granting wishes, while I look up at the sky thinking about the endless possibilities surrounding you.
Eat delicious dinner's with your once lost family and friends, as your serenaded by a choir of angels, playing tango at your request; while you sip the finest wine, and hover above the most tranquil of waterfalls.
Dance with the golden sun rays, teach them your steps as you sway with the highest trees inviting them to sing a refreshing breeze; hypnotising the world for hours at a time.
Then when you're done––
Drape yourself on the crested moon, with eternity as your blanket.
Rest peacefully, amongst the white sparkling hopes of a billion lost souls.
When I imagine you... I imagine you like this.
© Rocio Beli
Train WreckWeTrain Wreck12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
just waiting to
happen; but I’m on the edge of my seat.
the tattoo artist.she finds gems hidden underneath my skin andthe tattoo artist.4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
rips them out with her teeth, the sores
along my arms swelling with pride and red; never
has she wondered if the pain would make me
grit my teeth into powder—no, she knows
i take it like a man takes steak:
raw and tough and bloody, like my fingers
after picking scabs to let some fresh air in; her
words are etched on the point of a needle, and she
is a tattoo artist drilling ink into my body, her lines
thick with moxie: "alive" splayed out across
my wrist, "awake" above my heart—she paints
a vision on my eyelids of an endless sky and
tells me it doesn't belong to me, but that i
can have it; perhaps foolishly,
i believe her every word
InuKag Week 2013 - WalkWALKING WILL NOT BE THE SAMEInuKag Week 2013 - Walk3 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This story takes place after the end of the series when Kagome returned with Inuyasha...
The sun rays illuminated the home of Inuyasha and Kagome. Only that Kagome had something plan for them that day.
"What a beautiful day." Kagome said. She went out side and Inuyasha followed her.
"It's not different from yesterday." The half-breed replay.
"Oh, Inuyasha." She said a bit annoyed, but then she smiled creeping him out.
"What…?" He asked nervously.
"Let's go for a walk today." She simply said.
"Umm… OK." He didn't found that special at all. They always went for walks whenever they had the chance. Kagome smiled and took his hand without letting go.
"W-What are you doing?!" He demanded while his cheeks turned red as his kimono.
"I want to be holding hands with you this time." She smiled.
"Let's go!" She pulled him without question.
They kept walking for a few minutes, but Kagome didn't let go of his hand and Inuyasha didn't stop blushing.
Call of the Wildher vulnerabilityCall of the Wild10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
unspoken and primal
free and unknown
through thick, charged silence
patience holds power
to compel and consume
as does his desire
My mind...My mind is a black holeMy mind...3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It never holds anything. I always forget.
My heart is black as ink
my hands try to make art
I cant seam
to find peace
I can't seem to be free
like a bird
like a dove
My arms and legs break
And i still cant breath free
of this need
of this want
of this pain
My eyes itch
My lungs burn
My legs fail
My pencil turns to led
My eraser turns to dust
My paper turns to ash
My lips turn pale
My eyes go flat
My pulse has stopped
My heart is in fact
I am in fact
But I am not
I want to stop
I want to stop my heart from
Gentle rainfallTonight the rain softly kisses your eyelids.Gentle rainfall8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wind lightly caresses your hair.
Dazed eyes are looking into distant lights, called "home".
Your skin is gently touched by falling leaves,
as weary eyes blink slowly.
Scrawny branches are cradeling you into trance.
Numbed by emptiness all desires will be gone.
No more longing. No more craving.
Haze will allay your fears and pain.
You are floating into peaceful, hollow dreams.
The darkness will sing for you a silent lullaby.
The shadows come closer
to hold you
in a cold, but loving embrace.
And you can´t help but admire