fleeting thoughtsit's always so surprising to mefleeting thoughts5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
how comfortable I find myself
when some wave of depression comes flooding in
I do not sink
and the current is too strong to swim
but I just float along, let it carry me away
those pills taste awful against my tongue
but the way they feel going down
is like some saving ray of light
and I am covered in cough syrup thoughts
my brain just takes a moment to breathe
I keep disappointing myself
thinking today won't be the same
and it still catches my breath, the literal pain in my chest
how the mirror betrays me
and I am not comfortable
in this sin stained skin
that I can just cut out my feelings
when my blood turns cold against my skin
I find myself feeling the same
and it's so curious to me
that every last thing I used to love
could come back in a storm
a flash flood
I don't want to numb myself
with the medications prescribed
because I am tired of pretending to be okay
like being numb is some kind of consolation prize
for every smile I
not lovei.not love6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't believe in love like i used to.
sacrificing my soul,
bending over backwards,
thinking that gravity wont pull me
and that even if it does,
someone's going to be there to
just to hope they'll love me
so i can fill the holes in my heart
that we're all struggling to satisfy.
there are people i will always love
even though ill never
have the right
to say it anymore.
hey, do you remember?
these bones used to freeze
and this heart used to scream
than my soul could sing.
i finally realized four years,
one thousand poems
and too many lost people later,
that im the only one
strong enough to save me.
no matter how much strength are in those bones,
theyre only responsible to hold one person up
theres no such things as being saved
or saving someone else.
there are things that will always remind me of you
oceans and railroad tracks, old wood floors
and houses that breathe
night sky curls and candle lit lunch
The HunterThey roam the dark streetsThe Hunter8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hunting their prey silently
Merciless when finally captured
Mouths stained with fresh blood
Claws tear fragile flesh
Fangs crunch brittle bones
They do not pause
The victim gazes sightlessly through glazed eyes
Head lolling to the side
Wishing, hoping for a saviour that will never come
Finally it dies
The hunters move on
Prowling the alley ways
Waiting for their next target
one turns its blood red eye towards me
It gazes into my eyes and I know what it wants
Born To the WorldOur we following our hearts or our desires?Born To the World8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listening is all that it requires.
Soon enough, it will be too late.
This is our chosen fate.
Where are we going? How soon? How far?
When we know who we truly are.
Needs Not WantsAll you need is loveNeeds Not Wants3 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
To lose a game of tennis
And this is good, how?
He helps me notAlways running, here to there,He helps me not5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm longing for a break.
Take a moment, I do not dare,
there's just too much at stake.
I wish that he would help me,
just reach in and give a hand.
Oh, I need him, can't he see,
but no help does he have planned.
On the couch I sit and cry,
I have too much to do.
All my tears I have to dry,
they will not help me through.
Since day one, it's been like this,
and though I love him still;
marriage isn't only bliss,
I think I've had my fill.
How Discord Stole Hearth's WarmingEvery pony in Ponyville liked Hearth’s Warming a lot,How Discord Stole Hearth's Warming6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the spirit of chaos, Discord, did not.
Discord hated Hearth’s Warming, the whole joyous season.
Please, don’t ask me why, nopony quite knows the reason.
Perhaps the cold weather made him feel all that spite.
Perhaps his animal parts weren't all attached right.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But whatever the reason, his heart or the weather,
He stood there in the snow, feeling no pleasure.
Staring down from his perch with an ominous frown
At the warm lighted windows below in the town.
For he knew every pony in Ponyville below,
Would be wrapping their presents and playing in the snow.
“And they’re hanging decorations,” Discord snarled with a sneer.
“It’s Hearth’s Warming Eve. The season’s practically here!”
Then he growled to himself and continued his shunning,
“I must find some w
Wuthering Heights - A PoemHer ghostly presence still haunts his dreams,Wuthering Heights - A Poem6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the central force behind his schemes.
Each decision is carefully planned,
maneuvered by her cold, dead hand.
The seeds she planted long ago
have only now begun to grow;
they germinate slowly at first,
sprouting with an unquenched thirst.
Some nights he still hears her voice,
unsure if it’s insanity’s choice;
Across the arid wasteland calling,
as the stinging sleet is falling;
toward the lowlands of the dead
wherein ancestors’ ghosts with hollow eyes
search amidst endless sullen skies,
their ice cold fingers pierce the skin,
in an attempt to reach the soul within.
Barren air is filled with Ravens’ cries
and forsaken lovers mournful sighs.
He’ll call his Catherine from her cold,
attenuated, barren moorland road.
Back to Wuthering Heights, bringing her home,
no more gnarled paths shall she roam.
Out along the frozen moor
wherein deep snow falls and northern winds roar,
Catherine’s spirit passes through th
Order Fries (Parody of Apologize by OneRepublic)Order Fries (Parody of "Apologize" by OneRepublic)Order Fries (Parody of Apologize by OneRepublic)4 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm drivin down your road
Only 10 blocks 'till I come 'round
and I heard you're open late
I'm hoping you don't let me down
Pull up to the drivethru
think you're gonna help me out, but wait
You tell me that you are closed
Didn't think you'd turn around and say
That It's too late to order fries.. it's too late
You said it's too late to order fries.. it's too late
I want another chance, take a shot
ask for one more please
Cuz I need you like real bad baby -pretty please
Nothin' you can do, yeah yeah
I craved you with desire, but now i have turned blue
and you say
you're sorry like you mean it, who let me think
Were open late?
It's too late to order fries.. it's too late
You said it's too late to order fries...
It's too late
You said it's too late to order fries...waaaah
You said it's too late to order fries...waaaah
I was holdin onto hope
But you only shot me down.....
Quatrain IXI’ve witnessed teardrops formQuatrain IX6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Graciously sliding down that face.
Leaving make-up stains as a fixed embrace
Adorning the grimace of a woman scorn.
College you gaiz.Autumn comes callingCollege you gaiz.53 minutes ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Brown leaves fall like crepe paper
But land on cement.
Think on why they die,
Why they leave their mother's bough,
Why they aim to fall.
School bell starts ringing,
Memories of slower days,
Big Ben's song rings out.
Around me are trees,
But all I hear is traffic,
Where are the squirrels?
I lose myself here,
Amongst the other bodies,
They don't see the trees.
TimeTimeTime7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time relates to rain. Days go slowly, or quickly, these factors depend on how lazy or active one is, how creative or malaised one is, so sectors of time, little widgets we keep track of to seep into the flack we allow ourselves can be compared to falling skies of water or even fire. Once a flickering ember, growing stronger, or a drizzle that torrentially becomes a cripple, even a gust so strong it brings out a thrust like a hurricane. Time can make someone go insane figuratively, eventually literally if left to our own devices. The indecisiveness begins to lift with counsel from a friend or confidante, then once more we become nonchalant. Easily filled with boredom, then we go again, and find something to occupy our mind and recommence back to feeling a sense of freedom again. Time never ends. It's continually moving. There is even a theory that it is looping, and as we do see even in our frame of mind history repeats itself. Now in this instant which has already passed as you re
Wading HomeI’d witness the crown of ivory shoresWading Home7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
That envelope far horizons
With loyal and stern mountains
While I peer and strain hopefully
For the jagged towering pillars
Of moss covered tenure
Centuries on end
The vessel would plow and steam
And cleave the frigid waves
Consistent, strong and certain
As the sea abates
And mystery looms and sprawls
For untouched ports
I’d voyage in rugged solace
Driven from the plush treasures of home
Into the welcoming wonder
Of secluded plunder
Riding ShotgunBecause I was young and breathed, trembling, and cried too much, too oftenRiding Shotgun6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And I asked my mother permission to bury me
They stuck me in many many cars
And told me to get better, however and whatever
getting better meant to me.
And there I sat
In the back seat, shotgun, driver’s seat of my
I discovered therapy and hated it for its obsolescence, because I didn’t need a doctor to tell me I was sick, I needed the cure
Which no one told me I could have, because I
“Needed to find it for myself.”
“Wasn’t all that bad, really.”
They saw my sins written up to my elbows and
The longer they looked, the less they wanted to see,
They saw, instead,
A case study.
So inside the car I went again, and again, up against the door, legs sprawled on the pleather seats
and from the rearview mirror I must have looked like a dead body.
And all this time inside cars made me thick-skinned.
The greatest virtue of my helpers, my betters, was maki
12-3-2013I asked you once if the Sun loved the other stars.12-3-20137 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You looked at me and shook your head.
“He doesn’t have time for such things,” you said.
Nodding, I turned back to the horizon.
The Sun hung low in the blushing sky.
It’s still a star and all stars die.
I shuddered at the thought, random as it was.
Darkness came and crickets chirped.
There was the familiar scuff of boots on dirt.
I turned to find that you had gone.
The Moon and fog are better company.
Though just as silent, I know what they expect of me.
Winter is a long and lonely season.
Spring comes as a sweet surprise.
Autumn is summer’s swift demise.
Though, I do not understand the point.
You barely fit twenty-four hours in a day.
Why set my heart to a seasonal delay?
Home was soon an afterthought.
I counted the stars like missed chances.
And listened intently for sacred wind dances.
I paused momentarily to curse the Sun.
Too stubborn to pause and love someone.
At the end, we were no different.
FantasizingSomeone tells you they're going to do somethingFantasizing7 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and you just can't wait to see.
You fantasize and romanticize,
but it's never what you thought it would be...
The Grace of ScarsThere in the white flowing grace of her dress of clouds, she turns her head over her shoulder casting her brilliance through those eyes of summer blue. Her feet flutter over the ground drifting on the breeze her laugh brings to the meadows. Hands of delicate lace tickle the grass bending it to dance with the rain she gives us; to let us know she hears the painful beating of our hearts, and then she smiles. Her lips curving upwards, two velvet petals of a blush pink rose caress against our cheeks, a warm breath in a moment that lasts in the eternity of time. Through all her giving, through all the love she provides, we do nothing but scar her, beat into her with ravaging claws that tear the beauty from her face. She screams and it’s a melody crashing as she falls. Her bones and essence turn to rubble beneath our able hands that once cherished her, nurtured her into a beautiful and untamed creature. With the dying light of day the damage had done fades into a cold unforgiving lightThe Grace of Scars8 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Przyjaciele w oddaliPRZYJACIELE W ODDALIPrzyjaciele w oddali11 minutes ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Pożółkły stare liście
Pozostał wspomnień czar
Więc naprawdę odeszliście
Na zawsze w siną dal
Wypełniają pudeł stos
A wśród filmów z lat dziecinnych
Słyszę ten radosny głos
Chodź z nami bawić się
Weź nie przejmuj się jutrzejszym dniem
Wyjdź, nie przejmuj się
Póki możesz z życia bierz co chcesz
Mija znów rok kolejny
Zegar dawno zgubił czas
A ja znowu mam wrażenie
Że ostatnim jestem z nas
Zerkam na stare zdjęcia
Twarze do imion nie pasują już
A "złote myśli" z podstawówki
Grubą warstwą pokrył kurz
Starej książki popisane strony
Wspominają tamte dni
Kiedy woźny nas pogonił
A dyrektor chodził zły
Nagle wszystko się r
UntitledThe Third Dog.Untitled3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She never liked him,
The third dog, creeping.
Never wanted him around.
Never wanted friendship from
That black and brooding hound.
The third dog creeping,
In summer fields.
No ball no bone no bound
No carefree chasing joy with
That dark and sorry hound.
In summer fields bereft of hue
No warmth, no breeze,
The third dog in the shadows pads,
A sullen waiting hound.
New Poem, soon to be illustrated as part of this series.
No MoreBlade in handNo More6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Red on white
No more pain
No more words
No more life.
Breaking FreeI am walking the tops of bookshelves,Breaking Free7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
hoping I can replace my sense of purpose
with the carefree attitude that is always touted.
A wispy vagabond with feelings
that are too deep,
too personal to share.
Instead, I will mock you
and all of your high-spun ways
and gestures selected with reason.
I will wear tulle dresses
with un-matching boots
and wild, free locks
that are tangled,
thrown over bare shoulders,
and snatched at by the greedy wind.
I will dance in twists,
kicking my pointed feet
higher than the turn of your nose
as I sashay to the left,
gambol to the right,
and shimmy straight down the center.
I will fluff up my skirt
burying myself in the film
so there is a layer,
a gauzy barrier between us
every time I twirl.
I will flounce
with all of my might
so you are left,
with folded arms
and tapping foot,
watching me go.
We both know, though,
that you will be waiting
for the hour
that my shoelace
snags a leather-bound corner
and I topple into reality.
When the tulle
First ImpressionThe brightest new dawnFirst Impression4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we saw on the lawn.
we made our first run,
our try at a fun
We ran and we walked,
together we talked
friend to make, but we
for life's intercept.
Nothing else except
could quite stir my heart
by teasing apart
Green LightAn exquisitely-crafted suit of armor,Green Light4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A great overblown show of phallic strength.
That would maintain their ignorance,
Preserve the image of a gold war hero,
To keep them from seeing,
That beneath layers of finely-beaten steel,
He is cold and pale, smooth-skinned,
Freckled, and naked.
He told her he was from a rich family up North, a family that was long dead now. And she believed. She floated on a pool full of cocktails, peonies and glances across the ballroom. She slept at night dreaming of him as a man on a billboard, face turned upright toward the sun, eyes fixed securely on the bright future, wearing a fresh-pressed white shirt. When she went across the bridge at night, she always counted on his bright eyes as a light at the end of a dock, to guide her home.
He saw her as a rose in a garden full of weeds, a debutante wafting down marble stairs to take her suitors' arm. They raised their teacups to their lips, as a chaste pilgrim's kiss. A prelude to hot summer nights, lost helples