Life is a Study of ContrastIf not for the darkness,Life is a Study of Contrast10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We wouldn’t know the difference
Between a star and a ball of dust.
Life is a study of contrast.
We get dark,
Not to fall apart
But to shine.
HauntedI see her there withHaunted4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wantedSimple Girl Complicated Problems3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
EasterRemember what you love,Easter11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.the only letter I've ever wanted to burn2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
Beautifully BrokenA tidal wave crashesBeautifully Broken1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hard against the front of my skull,
Spewing fountains of hate into the air.
They are not beautiful.
A shot glass in one hand,
A pen in the other,
I drink alone in my room
As everything about me falls apart.
I can't heal mistakes.
The higher I am,
The prettier the fountains become,
But they really still look the same.
The world sees such strength,
A stoic warrior in a landscape of corruption,
But inside is a black, charred heart,
Shrouded in secrecy.
I am not beautiful,
Because hate is not beautiful.
A Vampire's WarningI really want to eat you,A Vampire's Warning8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you truly ought to know.
So think of this-before we kiss...
...under the mistletoe.
You think it's about romance,
but I just need some lunch.
I smell your blood-in dismal flood...
...so please go drink some punch.
It's best if you avoid me,
no matter what I say.
Your mortal bliss-you'll surely miss...
...if we take things my way.
I'm functioning on empty,
and kinda like a car.
So low on fumes-I live in tombs...
...if you should flee, run far.
This party's for the festive,
I lean towards mad-macabre.
I lurk in screens-and piercing screams...
...necrosis is my job.
I'd tell you all I'm thinking,
but you're already dead.
You chose my mouth-your heart went South...
...and now I have been fed.
Unrequited LoveAn act of admirable courageUnrequited Love15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from the sincerest of hearts
a love that I cannot encourage
the feeling in me then departs.
Do not be in solitary confusion
I have a burning determination
do not reach the wrong conclusion
but I must reject this fixation.
It is not you, nor is it me
please do not lose all hope
but I believe this was not meant to be
I know that you will be able to cope.
A heart with fervent ambition
may not be able to settle as easily
a pretend love cannot come to fruition
truly, I do care for you deeply.
Forgive me, how selfish am I
for turning away such a great love
please don't let your spirits die
No words of appeasement to think of.
I apologize endlessly for your unrequited love.
Skipping StarsMother MoonSkipping Stars23 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
skips her questions--pebbles
leaving ripples--across the sky.
Adieu InsecurityStop twisting my dispositions with those miserable eyes,Adieu Insecurity1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
standing in the corner with your petticoats in pieces.
Your pink bow-lips beg me to bide…
…when my soul has flown the coup with your hollow vows.
You justified your presence as a gateway for humility,
but you brought me down to the dust....
...'till I couldn't even shower without shame.
Don’t swing me about with your mouth,
or surmise to breed in that bereft bedchamber.
My fingers won’t touch your filthy form,
or whisper litanies in your loquacious crevices.
You shattered this concocted cage on your own;
and now I must live outside your festering fences.
Take your pestilent pinions elsewhere, ere I rip them out,
I can look at the mirror now.
So as I fix my figurative suit, and tip my cerebral top-hat,
hold those pretty tears for some sorry soul who might care.
‘Tis not my fault I love myself more than you…my melancholy.
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"Six Second Poem24 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
a poem about too many people and too much heart.you were mya poem about too many people and too much heart.19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
conclusion- the last paragraph
and the last thing
i got to say.
i loved you and i
took words from
between my eyelashes and i
put them down for
you, i took you apart
a million times
in my mind and always put you
and i drew
you, soft and silhouetted
window, the pane
foggy and i thought of you
in the darkest of
times, because i kept telling myself
that you were the
light (like you
i know that i am just
a girl with
too much heart and
too weak of ribs; but
i was hoping
that you would help the foxes
hunt the hounds, just for
SheepLincoln’s hat was ten feet tall as he gave the Gettysburg address. He’d have to remove it to don his helmet before boarding the spaceship. The in-flight movie was Mel Brooks’ “History of the World Part 99.” Who’d want to miss that? My fingers and toes ached from the cold, but I held my place in the crowd, shivering. Oprah said we could all go, and that was good enough for me. I still didn’t see how thousands of us would fit in, but I’d learned to trust her over the years. Ed McMahon (or was it Manfred Mann?) stood by me holding a huge Publisher’s Clearinghouse check. He didn’t look well. We were going to the toppermost of the poppermost, Johnny. Cat Fred be damned. ‘50s housewives be damned. We were on our way to heaven, and God was the pilot. A small man with a colander hat began to shuffle us into the ship. We were on our way, warts and all, bleating like sheep. All happily ready to board the USS Abattoir.Sheep12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the atlantic ocean is big enough to hide secretsin that twilight period of summer turning to fall-the atlantic ocean is big enough to hide secrets18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in that bend in the road from september to october-
i couldn't explain it but i so desperately wanted to send a piece of myself to you
so you would have something to look forward to
i said, if there's a force to change the tides and turn the earth
and people think it's the most essential force in this world,
then i know they've never met you.
'who me? little old me?'
yes you, little old you,
you have enough resonance in the beats of your heart
to make armies march,
you have enough light in your smile
to make a blind man see,
you have enough magnitude in everything you do
to cause earthquakes to destroy the world,
or maybe just me:
i would die in your hands if you would only let me.
the beginning of october is stunning when the colours
are like fire engines and fireflies and fireworks.
bright flashes of everything that is beautiful and nothing that is hurt.
but after an immense burst of light;
CryingCan I hold it in any longer?Crying21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can I resist the strain?
Can i keep my tears way back,
Back from where they came?
They see me every day,
a smile on my face.
What they don't see are my eyes.
Sad and glazed over,
To scared to fall over.
The odds were never in my favor.
Crying, then is not a sign of weakness, but a sign of being strong for far to long.
Don't ever quitDon't ever quit6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even though life is hard,
And can be rough,
Just stand tall, and be tough.
On those days you wanna die,
And think living is a lie,
Just stand up and try.
Use that little friend call hope,
He's always here,
And when you need him, he's always near.
Hope will get you through,
It'll help you see the light,
And give you the courage to fight.
On those sun shiny days,
When in the grave you wanna lay,
Hope will stand in the way.
It'll push you through the day,
And get you through the night,
Hope will leave you feeling just right.
Hope will always listen to you,
It'll hear your cries,
And In return, hope won't give you no lies.
Just keep your head high,
And smile, not mope,
Cause you always have a little friend, his name is hope
Write Your Namestep up, sonWrite Your Name20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the chakra board
write your name
you're someone else
and the problems
the front of the class
eat the frog
the fetal pig
within you screams
pin me down to
wax, i curl
like the skin
that god meant
for someone else
you're someone else
and the problems
Broken Teardrops on my keyboardLaying here under the darkBroken Teardrops on my keyboard1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Looking up at the dark starry night
The stars glimpse in the dark sky
They remind me of your smile
The moon shines bright
The memory of your sparkling eyes appeared
I knew you're gone and I have to go
As I close the door behind me
I fell in temporarily love
With a stranger
He was a friend of yours
But I couldn't speak to him
He has a connection with you
But even if I fell in temporarily love
You're still all I think about at night
You're still my reason to the teardrops on my keyboard
You're still the song I keep singing to
I wish I can come back to you
But the world knows I can't
My broken heart still beats painfully
I still cry to the broken sound of my heartbeat
midnight misery.my hands were cold,midnight misery.16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
so i asked you for some warmth
and you gave me your heart
but someone stole it
while i slept
and now my whole body
dog days.i was once lostdog days.19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the way
that flowers grew-
but then you took me
to a field of
and laid me down and
kissed me; and suddenly
i no longer felt the need
.sometimes i.21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
want to feel like
i'm loved, from
held in their arms,
listening to their
whispers in my ear, saying
i'll hold you close if
you return the gaze.
i think my
heart wants to
burst, but i'm hesitant
of the change
because i would
probably be better
at staring at nothing,
my head limp and hands
trying to find
something to touch,
to escape the
feeling of abandonment,
like an old barn with
no more soft hay, just
the repeat of wild
rats leaving whatever
i can't use, because
it's such a waste.
(who knows what i should do; it's like i just opened an old box)
but maybe someone
is out there, out there
(but waiting is a part of living in these bodies; i need to dust off the old books)
it isn't like i loved it or anything like that.we wrapped ourselves in our candy floss dream; perfectit isn't like i loved it or anything like that.3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
entwining of souls, smelling the sweet success
in our sights. we laughed as our eyes clouded over with the sickly intimacy
that decayed my heart.
who would have thought that one bite would
tear us apart?
DiseaseI used to wish I had a disease.Disease9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It didn't matter what, really:
Just the thought
of suffering day-to-day,
of being whisked through a hopsital,
of dying at any point,
just like that...
There was something romantic about it.
Because suicide would be
affect those around you,
would mean going to hell.
But when you're ill, you're treated
and they keep a seat
warm for you in heaven.
Why do some people get a cop-out?
It would be comforting,
a ray of hope,
to know that that all my struggles could at once just end.
Like the way a man setenced to death
hopes that that the guillotine will manfunction
or the rain will let him slip out of the noose.
To each his own...
But now I know
the speed of your death
Death is like a train at the metro.
When it pulls up,
you have to make sure it's your time,
becuase nobody really wants to ride that carriage
filled with screaming and sweat blasting from