TruthWe are often eager to surrender,Truth21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because the burden of choice is harsh.
We would rather blame others for our failings,
Instead of seeking an answer within our mistakes.
I am as guilty as anyone else when it comes to this.
How many days have I spent screaming at the darkness;
Spitting bitter words that blistered my own lips...
Even as my eyes grew clouded, shrouded by hate.
I railed against iron walls about a solitude I had created.
Anger became my mask for an open plea:
Because I simply wanted someone to acknowledge me...
Don't be That GirlDon't the be that selfish girl,Don't be That Girl16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
who builds her castle upon the bones of helpless boys,
and exalts herself as if she's the queen of the world.
Don't be that silly girl who lives to treat men like shit,
please don't be the girl whose nothing more than a vindictive bitch.
Don't be that girl who destroys a man with words,
because he's not strong, but flabby,
and because his tiny limbs are weaker than a little girls.
Don't be that girl who cries rape in the workplace,
or who wakes up next to a drunk man, and calls it rape.
Despite the fact that you were sober, and you defiled him while he wasn't fully awake.
Please don't be that girl who senselessly beats her husband or boyfriend,
and claims that when he hits you, he's not being a real man.
And when the police come to question, you put the blame on him.
And don't be that girl who claims that men cannot be abused or raped,
that if they ever claim they were, they wanted it, and they're fakes.
Don't be that girl who contributes to double stand
human scalesyou've never known me to be me you know me like you think you know the back of your handhuman scales12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
concrete bones and you can still break me like you broke your mother's heart when
you got addicted to heroin like it was your lifeblood and your blood doesn't even run anymore it's black
you can paint your nails black like you've sinned but you can't force them to comprehend why
they don't care about the phases you've slept through and the pins 'n needle bed of thread you've made your cocoon
it ain't a chrysalis it's a shell you haven't broken out of
your hair is straw you tried to weave into gold
gold and black stripes on your face like you're a tiger but you can't fucking roar
the motor of your car sounds louder every time you speed like you're gonna hit the bridge and go over
go over go over go over
but don't go over because girls like to die pretty
you won't tell me i'm pretty even on the day i die
you surround yourself with nails and chalkboards and old letters about he
pleasethere are no pretty wordsplease14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
to describe the way heartache
sits heavy on your chest.
i can't find the right things to say
to make breathing any easier. i
don't know how to get rid of the
ache behind my eyes. i don't know
how to stop thinking about you.
you haven't visited my dreams in a while,
but i promise to stop crying if you come back.
black soles walking over ashesi won't tell you my name because it's allblack soles walking over ashes1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
of me everything as you see it and my
mother and those books and
the silence that they call me
but it's not my story
and not a single afternoon on sunday
when i tasted the rain.
if you ask what i like i don't like anything
at all simply because your concept
of this is wrong and the world is
and in my own world,
i just cherish the things that are "nothings" to you
i like flying with paper wings over
mountains made of ink
and that's not real
and i like keeping all my secrets in a box
but that's no thing
to like and my box doesn't fit into
i don't belong.
my talent is to capture the sun
while keeping my darkness
and making up just the right names
to write on name tags and then
i can make you lose your mind
i can live without mine
inside my head when it's dangling
there on a string of spider silk and
best of all, i can talk to cats
sing disney songs
cough like a lady (when i really just want
to spit out my lungs)
5'7'', 176 LBS (170 CM, 80 KG)5'7'', 176 LBS (170 CM, 80 KG)5'7'', 176 LBS (170 CM, 80 KG)6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
it’s six-seventeen in the morning
and the water is just getting hot again
(my mother wakes up at ungodly hours)
and as i wait to turn on the shower,
i catch my own reflection
looking back at me.
and i take this time to look in,
instead of merely glancing.
light azure cotton assures me i’m in shape
before i remove it over my hair
looking like a bird’s nest
combined with everest.
i drop the shirt to the tile
and run my hands over my torso
north, flowing like the nile river.
my brown skin doesn’t move against the traction
and i suppose that means it’s tight to the muscle
or the bone, or whatever it is
(i was never good with science or
biology or really physical education.).
but my eyes run over my hair,
my own eyebrows, expressive
as they rise and fall. move and contort,
they're the main reason
that i've never been able to hide
how i feel.
or appear sad when i'm merely thinking.
ears not all that wide
the willows no longer weep for us, isn't that sad?hospital wallsthe willows no longer weep for us, isn't that sad?11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
aren't very thick
and so every night i could hear you sleeping
soundly in the room next to mine.
i wasn't trying to kill myself,
not that time,
i just wanted to make myself fall asleep
so i could find you in our dreams.
EffectShe hurt him again...Effect8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I raised my palms in offer.
To answer his confused refusal I repeated my request,
this time grabbing a pillow.
"As hard as you can to let your frustration out"
He ran his fingers through his hair letting his head fall back with a heavy sigh.
"I can't do that I might hurt you"
I held back my sarcastic laugh filled with irony and disgust.
"That's why I grabbed the pillow. I hate seeing you like this because of her."
"You're so kind, but I don't think it's a good idea"
I began shoving the pillow against him nudging and urging to let out his anger...
He rose, raised his arm,and I braced myself for the impact.
His lips always made a pained cringe when his heart was being tormented.
He once explained to me it was because she owned most of it, and it ached when she wanted it to.
'Why would she ever want...'
His fist slammed into the soft cushion again and again.
He was so strong.
I gripped it tightly, so glad to be helpful,
An ideal flitted across my
Father's SonMy hair is long, it is blondFather's Son21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The skin hiding my bones, flesh and self is porcelain
A body of a woman, possesses the mind of man
I am my father’s son
Forget your preconceived notions
Stare at ever changing eyes framed by delicate black swords
I can see the lust as your eyes fixate on blood lips
Just remember to never forget that, I am my father’s son
Gaze past the conventional, struggle to view what lies beneath
Observe the girl consumed by the love for masculine and feminine
Watch as she reads the comics, the books, the television programs
All meant for boys, little boys meant to be their father’s sons
Yet they always seem to ignore the little girls
Who too are father’s men, and mother’s women
The children who know how to shift into both
All of us, the girls living on the line between both
The shifters, the children lost to identification
All of us together hiding behind the eyes of man or woman
This is our prologue of warning to those who threaten, dare
Drive me slowlyDrive me slowly1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drive me slowly
let's take our time,
this road might come to an end
so let's do it right.
Send me roses,
write me a card,
if I could write poetry
I would write you a poem per night.
But I am so simple,
my heart is like glass,
you can see right through me
even if I wanted to hide.
I'm not mysterious,
my thoughts are transparent,
it is my greatest flaw.
Drive me slowly
take your time.
Drive me slowly,
in the landscape of your heart
maybe I will find a place
and never apart.
You already have from mine
a great part.
Let me see you
like no one does,
let me see your face
there is no need for masks.
Drive me slowly
through each one of your scars,
I want to take my time
to know your heart.
Don't let me drive us wreck less
that is not good for us,
let's go slowly
and look at the stars
above shinning so bright.
The stars are dancing
I see a happy sky
of shining smiles.
So drive us slowly
in the streets of your heart
let's dance to ever
FriendshipTo AudreyFriendship1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thirteen years have already passed,
True friendship will always last.
Colliding Chocolate Lab and Dalmatian,
A new friendship meets creation.
Rain and shine you are near,
Opposite ends of a Navy pier.
As our distance grows larger,
Staying friends gets harder.
You finally return to me,
After ten years of letting me be.
Lab and Dalmatian lie down to rest,
Just one year apart they did their best.
Three months apart our fathers die,
Our hearts are broken and we cry.
Only with me for two short years,
Duties change and you can’t stay near.
In the stars no future can be gleamed,
Our friendship's like a lighthouse beam.
We will always be able to light the way,
For best friends will never stray.
Unchanging, never fading, steady, true,
While our ships keep sailing oceans of blue.
the art of neither letting go nor holding on,there used to be a hole herethe art of neither letting go nor holding on,6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
there used to be a mirror here
time is a construct
you do not conform to
there used to be you here
and now you're
in wedding dresses never touching isles
roses strung as lighting fixtures
a colour i can hardly see
and something delicious
maybe it's obvious or
maybe i'm being cryptic
but you were gone
a long time ago.
Super NovaIn that moment she was the galaxy,Super Nova8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
with all her depth and mystery,
and it shone as bright as a lantern in the night.
The darkness consumed her
but only served to make her beauty shine brighter.
the stars streamed scars across her night sky.
An eternity exploring her recesses would never be enough.
The more I understand the more I come to realize I do not .
This ever expanding enigma has me ensnared.
Swallowing my mind in a glorious super nova.
Saving Private RyanOne daySaving Private Ryan10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
you will realize that I confined you
to this heartbeat
for your own good;
and I hope that you will
be able to thank me.
Leaving you bottled memories
and the scalps of people who
handed you poison
wrapped in your
You reached for me
still darkness chained in your
I accepted you
and allowed it
to taint me.
Those who cared for me
So I whispered
You lashed out,
wounded and afraid,
and 258 nights.
As you struggle to the surface of
our bed drowning in
the blood of battle wounds—
as you see my corpse,
that you were
worth the fight.
Note: don’t feel
on account of the
these love poems don't write themselves, kimthe ten types ofthese love poems don't write themselves, kim11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
kisses she let me keep:
mouth slightly parted and
morning settles on her
-kalopsia kisses, she is
at the street corner,
i swear i saw her
standing there, waiting
she kisses between my fingers
and i lose all shape,
i find her a fixture
in the knobs of my soul,
in my pockets
time isn't a concept
in her mouth; i meld into
into autumn, scarecrows
and scar tissue, all
the rusty &rustic scents. pink over
she is resolve
she is north,
a sanctum, a sanctuary.
she is in
every notion and
i desiderate for
your lips ghost mine
in the grocery
in the shower
in the car
everywhere, you are a dreamy stupor;
you are surreal
you are love,
in all its
forms and unforms;
you are entire.
ConceptsSolitude.Concepts14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a beautiful thing,
But it requires a balance.
Some is needed to hold on to reality,
yet, if you get enough it can drive you to insanity.
The balance is different for every person.
Some need more, others less
How do you find your balance?
They are beautiful,
They can help you stay strong.
Of they can break you entirely.
It can depend on who you choose to spend your time with,
Or how much time you spend.
Where do you draw the line?
Yet another thing that can be helpful,
They can build us up,
or tear us down.
They can make our day,
or ruin out life.
Will you chose your words wisely?
It controls our lives,
We have so much time,
yet so little.
We have too much time for some things,
and not enough for others.
The clock keeps ticking,
So make those seconds matter
we use it to express ourselves,
or anything else we feel fit.
MarsRed dusted skies and thin atmospheresMars16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tendrils of tiny life forms
Dying inside skin casings
The bones of a fragile framed child couldn’t compare.
Burning ash lungs on red stones
Faded and scorched away
Nothing could compare to the washed out old gray.
Crumbs of cities in between teeth
Fingers laced in the holes of torn fabrics
Nobody is here
Nobody exists here
We are the children of the barren
A symphony of inner thoughts
Protruding through lips.
(A soliloquy on red dust.)
waking upI've always been told that the momentwaking up18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
you wake up is the most important
part of the day,
I wholly disagree, the most
important part of my day is when
I wrap myself around a pen
like a python
and bleed black ink,
so each letter and scribble is an endless
onyx abyss of meaning that
I drown in again and again.
Hauntedi could barely seeHaunted19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the shine on your eyelids
in the dim
and my own deception
you looked up
i saw two sights
They still haunt me.
you spin my head right 'round right 'round"it's not that bad,"you spin my head right 'round right 'round4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
she tried to tell me
when she showed me the light lines cut
onto her wrists.
"it's not that bad,"
i tried to tell myself
after the funeral when i found her
hanging from the ceiling fan.
ThinEach home I claim, claims part of meThin7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each city, an anchor, that ties me to place
Each house I name becomes a friend
With stories, moods, a well-known face
Each time I move, I hang a star
In my constellation of self and space
My spirit spans them, one and all…
And years have worn me thin as lace.
Between the PinesLying on a rain-washed road at night;Between the Pines12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fingers splayed across state boundaries,
light brown skin turning amber in
the soft glow of the yellow lines
painted thickly in the tar,
I'm just a stranger in a town
I've lived in all my life.
Oh I'm just a teen who thought he was
an adult on his sixteenth birthday,
when all along he was still just
an impatient child at heart.
And you, friend; you tried
to make me see how fast
the world was spinning,
how out-of-control I was getting;
losing my balance on a tight rope,
wobbling as I attempted
to get across this unsteady
bridge called adolescence.
But you've always known
exactly who you are,
what you could become;
a street artist with
his heart set on Paris, New York;
never failing to dream big, never
failing at anything
he hasn't tried at least once..
I was jealous then
and maybe I still am,
to be honest, friend.
I've always wanted your bravery
like a pirate ship,
sailing straight into a storm.
I've always wanted your strength
like northern ever
Covers"Don't judge a book by it's cover"Covers13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
a saying we've heard since childhood,
Yet we fail to take it's message to heart,
Judging each other based only on what's on the outside.
If someone wears dark clothes,
they are depressed.
If they are quiet,
they are stuck-up.
If they are passionate about anything,
they are a freak.
We judge people without giving them a chance,
they may be the complete opposite of what we thought,
Our predictions may have been accurate,
but we don't know that,
we just think we do.
We know nothing,
a cover doesn't tell a story.
Tell Me A StoryTell me a story.Tell Me A Story14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It won’t take long.
Just for a moment
let me close my eyes
and glide along the glassy
blue ocean waves of your voice
softly echoing in my ears,
pulling me in with the tide
as you breathe in between
each collection of sound.
Tell me a story.
what it feels like
to fall in love
The ones you join together
as if they were old friends
watching the stars,
connecting like constellations,
reminiscing of their pasts.
Tell me a story
about learning to fly,
the tops of trees tickling your feet
as you make your descent
back to the humbled Earth
who awaits your presence
to grace her terrain.
Tell me a story
as I slide into slumber
and you wrap your flannel around
because we forgot to bring blankets
and you thought my shivers
were caused by the breeze.
And I’ll tell you the story
of how the purr of your voice
became my favorite song.