ForgetfulSometimes, the woven mess that is my brainForgetful12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Decides to go on vacation,
And I can’t seem to remember who I am.
Because sometimes we lose ourselves
When we’re finding ourselves,
It happens more out of necessity than coincidence.
So when I’m forgetting what I was
And remembering who I’ll become,
I’ll remember that forgetfulness isn’t all bad.
My ConfessionMy confession, my fear – the dream I think I’ll never have.My Confession1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the words that people say, the praise mixed with the rest.
They say I’m talented, that I’m unique,
They say I have a future bright.
I know I’m not helpless, I know I’m not weak.
But my doubts and fears overwhelm me,
And I am left lost and alone.
I am afraid to be alone –
To never know love or what it is to be loved.
I don’t know what I have to have the right ones notice.
The wrong see my looks, my body and my makeup.
They see the light and confidence I have.
They see that I’m not the angelic child that perhaps standards dictate I should be.
But I’m not like them.
I will follow the rules and do what is right.
I’m afraid to never be noticed by one that catches my eye –
By a fellow who is kind and good and loving.
Will he never see me? Will he never notice?
I long for him to notice, but I know I can’t make him.
Will it always be this way?
Dreams of changeA strange sensationDreams of change6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
An unknown feeling
I'm not invisible
People notice me
I'm not alone
I have someone who cares
Then I wake up
Was it a dream?
Or a nightmare?
Accepting ChangeWe wake up,Accepting Change7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're not who we want to be.
We looked at all the shattered pieces.
We've just become,
Someone who we'll never love.
I'm sorry I was never good enough,
Never fulfilled the expectations,
I'm not going to change,
Not sorry to say,
That I'm staying this way.
No, I'm not perfect.
Hell, no one is.
But who we used to be,
Shouldn't be something so meaningful.
Yeah, I've got my flaws.
And you don't?
So we cried,
We promised we'd never tell,
We've just become,
Someone who we'll never love.
Second Hand GirlSadness is filling her fate,Second Hand Girl13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
she is to never be
but only replaced
and as she trembling takes her last breath
she tearfully utters
The Fading Memories of the DarkShe laughs, dancing as though it was only her in the room.The Fading Memories of the Dark11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Self consciousness is for the day time,
Prying eyes do not stare in the midnight hours.
The musk of thousands of girls perfume surrounds us like a shroud,
Her electric feet sending ripples along it like a thunder cloud.
The cracks in the concrete let constellations decorate the walls,
Waltzing with the shadows, fading memories,
Photographs crumpled at the edges, creases where smiles should be.
The music pounds too loud to hear the lion squeak,
Dance floor secrets snap like wild dogs, hungry at your feet.
She’s got her red dress on tonight, her practised smile plastered across her lips like an open cut.
Beautiful still, but translucent enough for them to rub her out and colour whoever they want in.
Saturated, breathing still. Drawing patterns in the dust that lies on the window sill
and condensation fogs the glass, she can’t look back to when she saw him last and
stealing wing mirrors doesn’t let
Secret AbyssHold me.Secret Abyss1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
These thin cloud veils
will hide our dark secrets;
don't think about those skeletons.
I'll help you up
if it means dragging you.
Promise me you won't let the past
all my mistakes--
years from now, you won't care
that you shared yourself with a fool.
I pushed you down
to get what I wanted.
I never put my heart into
Those skeletons will
be our last. Don't think my
dark secrets can be forgiven.
A Body UnbeautifulA body unbeautifulA Body Unbeautiful7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you meet someone what do you see?
The answer is there body. Whether beautiful to you or not you see the outside. The one thing they can’t change, can’t dictate, can’t control. You don’t look deep enough, don’t look into their eyes and see the depression, the hatred, the sadness. Because you see their body.
No, you look at their body whether beautiful or not.
You judge them, everyone does, even me. But that doesn’t make it right.
We see beauty in various ways because beauty is a perception. Something we create in our minds as perfect. But in reality there is no such thing as perfect.
When you see someone you see the outside not the beauty within. If you actually look deep enough you will find secrets that don’t show. Secrets that are hidden in fear of being judged, or being hurt, or being labeled. So in turn we hide them behind smiles and try to get rid of them through tears.
Because we see ourselves as unbeau
I said foreverI said foreverI said forever8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
forever was severed.
I said see ya later
I never saw you again.
I said good luck,
nothing went in your favor.
I screamed so loud and so long
the nights just dragged on.
I set my clock back
and nothing changed.
I tried to shoot
I was out of range.
Come back, we need you here,
come back, without you there's nothing we fear.
Come back, come bring joy to our day,
come back, don't leave us stray.
Come back and enjoy your stay,
come back and I'll show you the way.
Come back, we miss you,
come back we can't lose you.
Come back to your welcoming gift
come back to love, come back to friendship.
Please don't leave us,
don't leave our trio as two.
Please don't leave us, we're worried.
don't leave us, we're scared.
Please don't leave us, we didn't forget.
don't leave us, we've had our regrets.
Please don't leave us, without you, we aren't one.
don't leave us, without you, our pleasure is gone.
Please don't leave us, don't forget us
don't leave us, remember us.
Once is once.
To My Darling Devil-BoyjealousyTo My Darling Devil-Boy11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
does not suit you
my darling devil-boy,
it does not bring out
the colour in your eyes,
nor does it emphasise
in your smile,
all it does
the growing blackness
in your grim reaper
IN MY MUSEUM...When a heavy snowfall sugarsnaps the stillnessIN MY MUSEUM...16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
before you harvested it into your pockets...
When the Wind blows away your words until
you're tormented by their signature absence...
When the sobbing gray rain distills you
into a pool of bittersweet remembrance...
Come take a tour of my museum,
let my name be the rhythm that lulls you
into another season of caffeinated relations
and reflections that preserve my memory
crystal-faceted, along my warm white halls
you will find many glass vases I have filled
with poetry and the beautiful intricacies
that have moved my soft-centered soul to create,
motifs of snowflakes and butterflies who
still believe themselves organically alive,
crescent light smiling where my hurt sleeps
and an ancient record of sound-like rain
tapping Morse code against my windowpane,
or a little gecko whispering her gentle wisdom,
I have preserved them all in my museum...
and the seeds of Solace I have carefully sewn
inside for when somber storms leave me shaken
They are not the same.You speak of one then say the other sickens you, the other which you so often do. However c o m p l i c a t e d one may be to understand standing and observing from the outside, inside, understand they have s i m p l y become attached by the lonely feeling they stole from each other. The feeling that you started with; the feeling that you were used to; the feeling they do return even if they don't return anything else, but this time you only recognize it and it is more significant to you because it was once held by your love.They are not the same.17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
lacus autumnitoward winter, the nightlacus autumni1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
is gathering itself. passing
through a haze of crystallized
exhalations, headlights swathe the streets
in golden silk. below, city lights blink
like so many cats' eyes, watching the moon traverse
its curving magnetic thread.
two autumns ago, and one thousand
two hundred miles north, i listened
to the orphaned cannonball
of your heart, turning restless
in its ribbed socket. it is three
in the afternoon, and you are still sleeping:
bonebroken, heartsore soldier that you are,
from chasing echoes through your labyrinth
of thought. and i have been listening
long enough to know
what it means: that when you wake,
it will be into another world. that the shellfire is relighting
in you, deeper than memory; walls streaked
with gunpowder and oil, eyes
cratered like blue moons, airless, still.
and i have loved you like a declaration
of war. walking your battlegrounds
by night, sowing flowers.
the evening before, you took me
into the city, its insomniac orchestra
I Remember The Rain, It Was V171VI finally could smile a real smile.I Remember The Rain, It Was V171V6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
That time in the rain
stitched it to my face.
It was because I knew this was real;
I knew you were my friend.
I can still feel the rain,
I can see the hues it picked up as it fell.
I still smell the pavement
drenched in humidity and bliss.
I remember laughing with the other girl
and being laughed at by the guys.
The accusation of you doing drugs was hilarious
and ironic, you all are too good.
But I want to cry; I miss those days,
before you really knew me
and what I really wanted.
You were so innocent,
But I smile and laugh
because I remember the rain;
it was vivid.
WorldWorldWorld9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you real?
What are you to me?
What am I supposed to feel?
About all these ambiguous things I see?
How am I supposed to believe?
All the things in this place
That my mind itself will deceive
And rocket out into outer space
How am I supposed to be free?
From all these doubts that won’t leave me alone
When where they come from is inside me.
From the tallest mountain to the smallest stone
How to know that they actually exist?
That they are there and not a mind trick of some kind
When all I perceive could be merely in my mind
How is everything around me not a stage?
Set up in my own consciousness
Set up to stand till this age
From the hardest punch to the faintest caress
Fake, all fake
And truly I am the only one
So nothing is actually at stake
For I am completely alone
And nothing is real
This is how I feel.
What ifs...What will become of me?What ifs...9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A rather innocent question to ask considering the decision you’ve made as you’re slipping from this world, your blood sliding down your pale arms that are slowly losing the warmth once held and growing stiff.
What will happen?
Will you slip into nothingness and never be remembered as you were in life?
Will you be remembered and forever be a weight that kills and ebbs away the life of your friends as they grieve for the loss that they could have saved?
You’re slipping farther…
Will you disappear and your thoughts and ideas merely added to the wind?
Or will you forever be left with your mind to be your only companionship as your body rots away?
Or will you have ceased to even exist and have been only a figment of one’s imagination?
A deep urge of sleep tugs gently at your mind, you push it away, only to have it return.
Why did I do this?
Who am I?
A dying tear rolls off your cold cheeks, and the blade used for your own
MusicThis weird sensation that i feltMusic10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Led me to write this
This poem that i wrote for you to read
This feeling born from love
From entangled feelings
This feeling born from music
It made my heart flutter and my body shiver
Music that helps me
That talks about me
The one that is right here for me
When you can’t be with me…
Odds of a Mockingjay Odds of a MockingjayOdds of a Mockingjay11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
"May the odds be ever in your favor"
That's the motto from the rich,
Trying to encourage the poor.
But in other terms it says to us
follow our laws or pay the price,
fight against us,
blackbird bluesblackbirds on theblackbird blues13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
window sill, mocking
with freedom in their
wings and crafted
wishes in their chirps;
wake up and sit still,
watch them and learn
while they sit here
before flying off.
Roses and VioletsRoses are redRoses and Violets14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are fine
Hold me close
& say "You're mine"
Grab my hand
hug me tight
and say " I love
You with all might"
Look me in the eyes
don't let me go
and i beg you
take me slow
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'll always love you...
An unquiet mindGalaxies burning with hatred and despairAn unquiet mind18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Explosions of desire and lust
An unquiet mind
Sanity eaten away by the monsters
Born from society
And trained to abuse those who meant good
Dark labyrinths isolate you
Locked away in a cold metal cage
Nails screeching against the walls
The rain of a thousand demons
Burns your skin
Their sharp twisted claws
Thrash at you
You look at the object in your hand
A carving knife
The demons claw
An unquiet mind
Cities of fire burning inside your head
The fear as everything around you
Is eaten away by the dancing flames
An unquiet mind
An unknown hand lies on your shoulder
Scratching away at your bare broken skin
In this dark paradise
That you created out of your self-hatred
Means to escape the cruel grasp
The cynical remarks
Society was born to promote liberty
But the ignorant witless senseless mortals
Carved loathing hands into the walls
That reeked with disgust towards those
Who clashed with the system
They broke them down
Rhyming PoetI sit and rhymeRhyming Poet2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ignoring the time
Translating thoughts out
Checking grammar with doubt
Trying to paint a picture
Using a new mixture
With colors of blue, green, and orange
And why on Earth did I put orange last dang it how am I supposed to rhyme anything with that
An old soulIn this timeAn old soul3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this frame
I feel so out of place
Lost with in my old mind
My old way of thinking
It feels like
No one will ever understand
What goes through my mind
As the clock ticks away
As my souls begins to grey
I feel old and lost in time
Like i was never meant...
Never meant to be here
but sometime before
Or sometime coming near
But the gears roll away
And the clock keeps ticking
And i am here to stay
When We Were Kids They Told Us No One Was PerfectPick me up in your handWhen We Were Kids They Told Us No One Was Perfect3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
glass and porcelain
I'm your little marionette
move my strings, for this performance I've been set.
Getting out isn't an option...
You're my manipulator
the creator, the artist, the puppet master
You pick up your paint brush
cover the canvas with your design.
Being "you" isn't possible...
It's too easy to be dropped
for me to be shattered, broken
for my fragile skin
helps me depend upon you.
Mistakes are inevitable.
The performance doesn't end when the curtains close
for while I sit on the shelf
and continue to gather dust
We rehearse the same routines through looks and glances.
Mistakes are unacceptable.
While you sleep I awake
snip my strings and learn to walk
step by step I get further
when you awake I fall back into my trance.
Look at me now.
The ambiguity of who I am
it isn't lost on you
you're my manipulator
the creator, the artist, the puppet master, you think.
Look at me now.