You're worth so much moreShe was the typeYou're worth so much more5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
MordredBound to ride to CamelotMordred21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mordred is my name,
Not for me, no Avalon,
this war, my future fame
This queen of sin I can't forgive,
Arthur shouldn't too,
He's a king, he's not a man,
it's my turn to rule!
Bound to ride to Camelot
Mordred is my name,
Who can doubt my royal blood?
Kill the the queen of shame!!!
The Female SuicideTwenty years of nursingThe Female Suicide13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
emergency room wounds
and my grandmother
puts down her fork, rubs
her brow and tells me
the female suicide
is a more methodical,
A woman will close
the curtains, cleanse
their apartment of clutter
for the first time in months
and proceed to overdose
in the comfort of their
A woman will do this
because she is aware
someone will have to
discover her like this.
Someone will have to
bury her like this.
My grandmother says this
because when my uncle speaks
paramedic about the male
he pronounced dead from
a house’s television antenna
he never mentions a burial.
You AreI am the moon,You Are12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you are the sun,
I pale in comparison to you.
I am a student,
And you are a professor.
I cant keep up with you.
I am a snowflake,
And you are a blizzard,
I will never be like you.
I am a tree,
And you are a fire,
You can destroy me easily.
I am a star,
And you are the universe.
You are simply my everything.
We Live Into Each Otheri clutch this truth to my heartWe Live Into Each Other10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the dark and light
in my chest, your soul
has a nest here, a soft refuge, that
must have been collecting, unnoticed
for the entire before, of the us we are now
before death's pressure-quiet depths,
our airy-high joys and the breathlessness
pinned pulsating onto each
i'd been saving it all, both
for you and the me you hauled up
from the numb of an oh-so-low below
when i say my best friend is Love
it's more about everything in the poetry
that we live into each other
the lives we've lost and gained
as well as the way itself, its footfalls
step to the gentle ghost rhythm of our song
my best friend is us, the breath we share
the slip of time through linked fingers
its energy dreams our lives together
in moments, horizons, old and new
it will whisper our journey to the children
but, tonight, this earth and ocean whisper is ours
San FranciscoGood lord, how long I've slept this time!San Francisco14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And from what undiluted dream
full of free space and meadows,
brickless and feral,
lost in terrible infant whims,
streaking from trees to the hazel in the dusk,
have I come creaking to this ancient face?
If I ever find le sens de la vie
writhing underleaf in a crooked line of ants
or rippling in a koan made of cigarettes butts
then I’ll go back to San Francisco
and look her beggars in their pupils
and talk to her gypsy witch doctors,
listen to uningestible trumpet masters,
commiserate with the legless street congress,
revisit the subterranean shrine to urine
that sifts through the walkers at 2nd and Market,
and make love to some lost pearl of the Orient.
I’ll interrupt her philosopher queens as they serenade their oracles,
crawl in wretched street machines, carousel coins in rusty slots
that screech down to the wharf of the seal paparazzi
communing with dead architects of gleaming concrete miracles
Pause (burden of silence)Sky is a dull achePause (burden of silence)16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
vast and unbearable.
I take a breath, hear
in my mind
thunder and lightning.
My own desire
to a memory,
even more beautiful, even
Before I can tell
tears from rain,
a gray prelude
fills the room,
under my fingertips
I will stop running,
I will find the strength
reach the pause,
no longer heavy
on my soul.
I will wake up
to the sound of my heart
Whispers of Satan "Lean on the drugsWhispers of Satan10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It'll numb the pain.
He didn't love you anyway."
"Get in the bed,
Give him what he wants.
He'll protect you.
All it will cost is one night."
"Just pick up the blade.
set the cocoon ringingi am an alabaster cocoon for your commentary;set the cocoon ringing22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
dropped into my lap like pearls,
now you see meit seems like i had always beennow you see me14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
a little too hopeful
of things that may or may not come true.
(it did not come true)
the fleeting light from my eyes
betrayed my emotions
as i disappoint you yet
i never seem to be good enough;
just another one in this world
a grain of sand in time
another nuisance in your eyes.
only something in the back of
your mind. one you always forget,
along with that trip to the groceries
or perhaps that long overdue book from the library.
maybe we are looking at each other from a two-way mirror.
you always manage to look through me and my flaws,
while i only see what is reflected from your eyes.
and it is not looking so great.
now you don't.
The Last GiftGod traces the letters on tombstones, fondlyThe Last Gift6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
remembering the deceased’s first steps
into His house. When He closed
the gates of Eden, the whole world
became a cemetery: the untouched garden
a hospital waiting room, overflowing
with flowers to be arranged
upon funeral wreaths, waiting for Him
to bestow His last gift.
Angst and HeartbreakAs I was going to confess, she pushed me away.Angst and Heartbreak13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I have to accept the fact she doesn't feel the same way.
Don't expect me to move on so quickly.
I'm experiencing a normal human emotion, so things will be prickly.
I know it's her choice, but that still doesn't stop me from feeling hurt.
I don't know what she sees in that bag of dirt.
I have to figure out a way to heal while she's still around.
I can't separate from her because we all need her now.
After we find Splinter, a new home, and we defeat the Kraang and Foot clan.
I have to stay away from her for a while. To show that I'm not just a lovesick boy. I'm a man.
I can accept she chose him and that's fine.
I need time to heal this heart of mine.
Only time can heal, and maybe one day I can
Be able to be around her and be friends again.
-society locks her up-7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a cage full of
resentment and envy
and even when
pallid digits grasp the key,
she keeps it tucked away in her heart.
True LoveTrue Love~True Love8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
True love is like waves that wash the footsteps of past lovers from the sand…you can’t deny that they were there, but compared to the ocean, they don’t mean a thing.
falling apart.falling apartfalling apart.8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
would be a lot easier
if i was able
to pick up the
The Cold Cash ConundrumThe Cold Cash Conundrum, by David Nicholas...The Cold Cash Conundrum20 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
This idea of cash
Trivial on the surface
Yet powers unmatched
Its uses; countless
From the wise to the foolish
Here’s my short sample
Help, harass or be
Spent, saved, invested, gambled
To shape one’s visions
To rule, to rise, to evolve
To work past our binds
A great mystery
How Earth’s under lock and key
By small plastic notes
Red, red lips...Red, red lips...14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
She is colorless
but as she walks
she makes a path
much like a rainbow,
she wears red, red lips
but she is simple and plain
earthy is her skin...
much like mocha latte
or hazel café.
Ebony colored curls
that she doesn't like
and red hair is her favorite
so she paints red, red her lips.
she wear red, red lips
she likes how it makes her feel,
but plain and earthy
she will always be.
No body knows
the Scarlett in her heart ,
No body knows,
that there is color... Inside.
No body knows
she flies the skies,
like a shooting star.
No body sees,
the color pallet
of her soul,
through her eyes.
because she will always be
simple and plain,
she will wear
her red, red lips
hoping you can see
the color in her heart,
past the mocha and the
hazel coffee colored skin...
SparksI see the falling leavesSparks18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the first of their kind
with you by my side
I have seemed to forget time
Your hand in mine
as I walk silently next to you
the sparks between us
Your so close to me
I hear your heartbeat
and slowly I get lost
in the rhythm
Then it's over
as my eyes flutter open
their are no leaving falling
only a freezing gust
The world is gray
with flecks of white
and it seems darker
Softly I whisper
promising it will get better
but their is no one
by my side
to hear it
re: relapsethis isre: relapse22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
hold my head,
as it's turning
oceans into pools
soaked in thoughts and
sweet, sweet smoke,
squeeze my fingers
until the sin
and i can finally breathe;
and hold my head
while i bend my body
to stay on the ground, half-digested
matter and spit and blood
are not much of a home...
but you can hold
your breath if you want to.
starving neuronsi'm an answer vampire,starving neurons8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
instead of blood i feed on solutions,
i suck questions dry until they're meaningless.
except the thing is, i'm allergic to resolution,
the closer i get to full, the closer i get to dead.
the only thing i need is the only thing that kills me.
so pack me full of dry responses,
serve me quick replies on a plate,
but never let me figure out
never let me finally realize
never let me overeat.
give me a synthetic existence,
give me answers that don't hurt.
TimeTime is here, time is bound.Time18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time will always be around,
A thing so normal, yet so strange,
A thing that is in constant change.
Obsession with a thing of life,
A thing that causes storm and strife.
It leads to gladness and to doom,
And over life 'twill always loom.
Freedom from a thing so great,
Death's the only true escape.
Wish to lose, wish to gain,
Your time will always be the same.
A truth so painful and so right
Because on us, time's grip's so tight.
'Twas your choice--good or bad--
Look at all the time you've had.