the truth about growing upthe truth about growing up20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:things to tell you before i leave for college1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be one of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
CarolineYou loved the fireCaroline10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
We Who Are SilentWe are the ones you ignore,We Who Are Silent21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The girl with her hair over her face,
Who hides in the back of the class,
Who veils herself with anonymity.
We are the victims, the wreckage,
The boy, beaten and broken,
Tossed aside, for another bully to abuse,
The child who never had a friend.
We are the ones you pity,
The girl who cuts her soul,
Every time she looks in the mirror,
The face looking back her nightmare.
We are the ones who were worthless,
The boy who never liked sports,
Who mused on words, who crafted poems,
Who was the pariah for not liking violence.
We are the ones you never hear.
We don't fill the world with endless chatter,
We don't speak every idle thought.
We bide our time, let it simmer within.
We are the ones you remember,
The girl with striking eyes, wise yet young.
The boy who never could stop the music,
The person of color.
We are the ones you hate.
We are different, the children of Creation.
We are the ones you bully, the ones
You can't bear to see successful
We are the ones you
Line BreakingI noticedLine Breaking5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
That If I
Split my thoughts
Into Lines breaks,
People enjoy it.
I wonder how much I’ll start
To hate myself
For this shit.
big blueAdriftbig blue1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in the big blue.
So alive in the surf,
so afraid to break the surface
Staring up through the dappled sun,
tail swishing in wonder.
How i wish for
the Celtic Sea
is my big blue playground.
My bravado grows in the night.
are just bright enough to guide me.
The moon controls the tide,
the dawn sends me
I Can't Love All of YouI only loved youI Can't Love All of You22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of desperation -
I ran toward you and tried
to grasp your hand only
to make you my reason
to keep breathing
But you let go of me
and I hit my head on the floor hard,
really hard, far, far too hard
for someone with brittle bones like me,
and I woke up
I don't have what it takes
to love someone
I love him like a trophy,
and the others only for their
sculpted curves hidden from my hands,
and the rest not for the skin
they live in, but the stars
in their eyes
I am not a person that can
love all of someone
from their bones and raw flesh
to their sparkling galaxies and
their laughter and their scars
I only love part of
every one of them,
so, in the end, I guess
I don't love any of them
Stranger's funeralUnder the cloudsStranger's funeral2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
Jade DragonJade of skinJade Dragon21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fire of breath
Black of eye
Gold of heart
Skin of steel
Flight of bird
Craving of meat
Remains of none
Traces of any
Loss of time
Last of kind
Daily Poem #40Although statisticsDaily Poem #4020 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And numbers and percents
Are up against us.
Let's beat all odds
And show them
Is just a percent.
to cobblestone hutsI imagine a castle, humble in its hillside perch,to cobblestone huts1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
where lost boys whistle loudly and smoke cigarettes on the front step to try
and forget that we are growing more petrified every single day.
Nothing is permanent, all we can do is build statues and pray
that we will never forget what it was that they stood for—
let me be a home, you said, a bed that keeps you coming back at night;
for some of us, home is just a concept we write about
to remind ourselves we still belong;
a house is not a home is not a tombstone or brick oven,
is not a tree stump in the backyard we drive our nails deeper into
is not a mausoleum draped in plastic flowers is not eternal,
or biodegradable, is not the weight of the bodies it holds inside.
My greatest fear is that we will spend all of our time building a house
no one will ever want to live in
in you, I wanted to die a thousand times,
I wanted to be filled with something more than emptiness
in you, I have never lived so loudly, never woken up
at the crack
*Yesterday the tiny bird flew through the air,*18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
today they ripped off his wings.
(I think the envy was just unbearable)
EightThe whistling wind blows with a sweet aroma,Eight13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Causing flower and blade of grass to bow.
The clouds hid the sun for a moment,
But the glory of the day would not allow.
As the birds rang out in harmony,
Further along, in a piney forest,
Waved prickly needles and spiny cones
Swaying with the sound of the chorus.
And there, in a meadow, on soft earth I sat
Looking across the way at his teasing eyes.
He smiled at me, then turned away
As my heart screamed out with anxious cries.
It rises from down within me-
My love for him, I can't deny;
I cannot hide what's true inside
No matter how hard I truly try.
He takes up my every thought-
I'm surely falling in love-
While being with this boy
Under deep blue skies above.
FluxTo know how tender and vulnerableFlux16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything is, is a mistake-
Curling up into the black sack
That is yourself
Creates a bellow-suck wheeze
The cacophonous collapse
No one wants to hear;
It is much too familiar.
sailyou were the boat that deliveredsail22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
me happiness, crates filled
with flowers and honey.
but anchors rust,
and all boats
if i had common sense-If I had knownif i had common sense-1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
How empty you would make me
I wouldn’t have let you in.
BelongingNew, under the night,Belonging5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
against a memory
burning on the shore
like our hands,
The Villain (Bye Bye Mr. Nice Guy)I am desperately seeking someone to save meThe Villain (Bye Bye Mr. Nice Guy)2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wondering where I have been going wrong
The more I allow myself to be walked over
The more I feel like it’s where I belong
Under the tread marks of your rubber soled shoe
My face has been driven in to the mud
You’ve laced my dignity with so much self doubt
What on earth have I gained from being good
I am desperately seeking something to save me
The next line to the poem of my life
Dissecting my past with clinical precision
Using a pen-shaped surgical knife
With a blade that seems to cut deeper and deeper
Each time that I am wounded or I am hurt
But maybe now is the time to put down my pen
And distribute my anger with more than words
I am desperately seeking something to save me
I feel I’m on the cusp of a rebirth
I will take centre stage and leave you in the wings
There is no more time left to rehearse
I have stiffened the sinews, I have summoned the blood
I face my fears and I’ve made a decision
I can be strong, I can
Why Do You Still Believe?I used to wonder how one could believe in a God who oppresses?Why Do You Still Believe?7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who controls you, who uses you, whose unbreakable laws can lead to serious depression.
I wondered this because I know what it's like to be failed,
to be “abandoned” by God, and to be thrown in a personal hell.
But than I grew older and learned how to cope,
I learned that believing in God was like holding a tethered rope.
So I looked to the world and was surprised by what I had seen.
Together the believers were holding onto a broken string.
On the top of the rope God holds on tightly,
and towards the bottom, the believers cling to the Almighty.
Through oppression, through injustice bestowed upon them by God,
they refuse to release their grip, as their faith is stronger than their distrust of God.
Because God does not oppress, nor does He use or impose ridiculous laws,
it is humans who do this, never has it been God.
So they still believe in Him when their murdered for their faith,
when they're bombed becaus
I think I'm losing where you end and I beginlike a crash victimI think I'm losing where you end and I begin9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
that needed one too many
which parts of me are mine
and which of them are
On Praguebetween the red roof tiles,On Prague23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the wrought iron balconies
somewhere in the bottom of a
fountain, swimming in cents and
discarded thoughts, lies my heart.
it swells, filling itself with words, it is
always hungry for words now not visions,
sees more in the ink drops from Kafka’s pen
than in the swirling paints dotted across Mucha’s desk
and the tourists flock and ebb, whistling through the
streets like the breeze, from castle to church and
back again, and the carriages cycle and the
cars churn the earth of the city, leaving
sunken trails around that fountain in
that square, a secluded island
where the only sights are
full pages, the only sounds
the click of coins, the quiet
sigh of a pulse slowing down
CancerI remember the time that you touched the starsCancer19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stark white, skin-tight; they hit you too hard
With a splintered cry, falling from sulfurous Mars
And the Fates ran screaming back into the dark
I remember the sound
The thrum and the pound
I remember the morning you woke in blood
When the lies in your eyes were unbearably rough
And the marks of the hypocrite far from enough
'Til you wept as Moses e'er fires and flood
I remember your song
You thought you were strong
I remember much further than Man ever dreams
You forced out your flesh, and I wept at the screams
The soul and the sorrow to memory clings
A light in the night, like Insanity, beams
I'll remember your cry
'Til the day I, too, die
Head and HeartYou leaned into my touchHead and Heart17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
So that your head
And all its precious thoughts
Were cradled in my palms.
My heart raced with longing.
Hours later, the scent
Of your hair gel
Lingers on my hands,
You're not merely a figment
Of my imagination.
Did You Love MeDid you love me then?Did You Love Me22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do you love me now?
If you ever did
Can you tell me how?
How you could leave me
And love someone new
Was it really that easy
To leave me and you
You live in our house
And sleep in our room
While I share with a mouse
In a depressing gloom
I still have your picture
The one where you laugh
When you loved me for sure
And we didn’t have a past
I still catch a whiff
Of your love and perfume
But if I step off this cliff
I will be with you soon
So meet me at the end
And we’ll ride off together
And our souls will mend