RustThe dwelling rustRust19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
Epic DiscordiaHello.Epic Discordia19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Step right up.
You are entering the land of Heaven and discontent.
A federation of screaming angels and dysfunctional divinity,
where impotent kings wander below
a supernova sun; meandering nigh
the despondent night,
blindly searching for enlightenment in disarray.
It's called desperation in certain circles,
faith in others.
Each interpretation the same.
I call it nihilism, baby,
the cancel of all.
A front row seat to the resurrection
of annihilation, a massacre of animation.
Complication of bifurcation.
Partitions in the parameters.
Gothic rainbows and razorblades.
We want to live forever but we're living to die.
I don't know why.
We swap the womb for a tomb each passing second.
The causation of nothing.
Contempt in congeniality,
strangers among friends.
Enemies making amends.
I love you.
I love you but I want to kill you.
I want to kill you because I love you
because love's just another word
for idolatry, and that'
My view and Your viewDiffer to an inexplicable extent.My view and Your view1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are many facets that define this world:
Good, bad, light, dark, pleasant, callous…
The list goes on and on.
In every instance, you
Merely elect a different pair of spectacles;
Varying colours that tint your vision.
Am different to
Only one thing embodies my world;
You cannot see it; a bright orange, engulfing the corners of the universe.
You cannot feel it; a vicious flame, scorching everything that impedes its path.
You cannot comprehend it; a bright light, exemplifying the secrets of existence.
I want to see the world burn.
Go up in flames.
All evidence departed;
I want to hear the miserable screams
Of people bellowing for respite
Their lungs infested by the black smoke
I want to touch the ashes;
Remains of this ‘great’ world.
Let the ground tremble in my wake
Regret its disregard for me;
don't give me a penIt's the wish to wishdon't give me a pen5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I could lay you bare
under the stars
in the light of my eyes
and draw you
a new design
I will unpattern you
a new geometry
while you swallow
your old ways
the new delights
of the soul in ballpoint
on your skin
I wish the pen
I wish tonight
Green Says GoGreen Says Go13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
When all the lights were always red,
we decided for ourselves when to go.
When all the lights were always green,
of course we stopped if we had to.
It was the same and not the same.
And it was green that I preferred -
though I might stop, "Go" was the word.
Old SoulThat chair where I sat looked so empty todayOld Soul16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you, my old friend,
Looked so small
That beautiful tune felt so mournful today
And the melody missing
That look that I sometimes catch, even today
Shows the side of you
They never see
But more often than not, and you proved it today,
All I see is your back,
And you’re gone.
I Believe in YouI believe in youI Believe in You19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
When your past screams
Curses in your ears
And the nightmares echo
All your fears
I believe in you.
When the questions of failure
Keep you up at night
When you are too sick
To enjoy the light
I believe in you.
When everyone else
Sighs and turns away
When you can’t find a safe
Place for your head to lay
I believe in you.
When you can’t lift your head
Because you’ve given up
Let me carry you,
In my arms my love,
Because I believe in you.
Time WanderersIt is that time of day where she must fleeTime Wanderers9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From her cursed eternal hunter:Run!
He wishes to rid her curse and be free
And yet for years he never got it done
She plays all day throughout her adventures
Time-warp point is what she must find after
It's her destiny and curse, only hers
By mistake, he joined the ride forever
He succeeded in finding her one day
And she offered her life, open and true
But he could not kill his desired prey
For he felt pity and something else too
There was strong friendship and love- a connection
That echoes throughout their timeless affection
Do NOT Click!!!It appearsDo NOT Click!!!4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all contain an ounce
Even if it means opposing
Something as simple
As a rule.
You did it
Probably without noticing.
Is it not?
The human mind.
Rules are meant to be
Conventions; the free verse.
From it, we can discover
That is the essence
Of human nature;
Breaking PointGive me restBreaking Point13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need a break
Give me peace
I need a breath
Give me a break
I can't be stretched so thin
unless you want me to break!
a thing worth keepingthey tell me don't settle. waita thing worth keeping16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a girl- some one-
she'll let you get away
with everything you'd like,
every flaw left untouched
because her fingers
can skim around the hard parts.
it'll be easier, they say.
it'll be easier than compromise,
easier than the woman who says
when i am tired,
easier than building bridges
to meet her halfway,
easier than carrying the weight
of everything i cannot know
and cannot guarantee-
she says, i guarantee you
she says, i don't know
more than that.
it's not the easy thing
i could be waiting for,
not the thing where i can get away
or the land that needs no bridges-
it's not the thing that lets me leave my flaws
intact, or the lies strung out like streamers
on the walls-
it's work. it's sweat and tired
and sometimes not knowing how much longer
we can carry this, no guarantees
but our hands,
our heavy hands,
and i know one thing:
i do not want to settle
ExpectationsI'm breaking down, can't you see?Expectations6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't tell me to keep trying, when I'm already struggling.
The expectations you give me, only increases my anxiety.
I'm human too, aren't I?
Can't I harbor these feelings?
Don't I make mistakes?
Then please, stop treating me like someone perfect.
Stop telling me that you're doing it for my sake, when you're only doing it for yours.
Stop telling me I have to try harder, when I'm already at my limits.
I'm breaking down, can't you see?
Oh wait, you can't, you see me as an expectation full-filler, not a
Easy MelodyThere is solaceEasy Melody16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in the empty spaces of existence,
but those are few and far between.
That’s what I used to think,
but there’s a fine line
between company and chaos.
It seems either the walls scream
or I am lonely.
What I need is a medium;
voices of monotone,
of reason, with no burden of my life
or their own,
just a nice easy melody.
The Chipettes Hex Girls SongficOur songfic begins on Halloween night, on a stage which appears empty. Suddenly, a fog gathers. And from that fog, three familiar female chipmunks appear in dark attires that reflect that Halloween spirit. It's Brittany, Jeanette, and Eleanor of the Chipettes, and with instruments ready, they begin to sing a song that fits in with the spooky holiday.The Chipettes Hex Girls Songfic3 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Back stage, three familiar eco-goth girls - yes, the Hex Girls (Thorn, Dusk, and Luna) watch from afar, to see the Chipettes doing their own version of a classic song of theirs.
Brittany: (singing) I'm gonna cast a spell you
You're gonna do what I want ya too
Mix it up here in my li'l bowl
Say a few words and you'll lose control
Chipettes: (singing) I'm a Hex Girl
And I'm gonna put a spell on you
Eleanor: (singing) I'm gonna put a spell on you
Brittany: (singing) I'm a Hex Girl
And I'm gonna put a spell on you
Jeanette and Eleanor: (singing) Put a spell on you
Brittany: (singing) You'll feel the fog as
Tough GuyI guess this is goodbyeTough Guy16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I say it for the last time
What a lie
I shall never say it for the last time
Tomorrow I will be back again and retry
Say I just need one last time
Act like I mean it, like a tough guy
As though I could stand it if it was the last time
I'd probably just cry
To A Girl Who Perished In An Auto CollisionStruck by how attractive she was.To A Girl Who Perished In An Auto Collision18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Struck by how difficult speaking about their daughter's death must have been for her parents.
Struck by the notion that I do not want to put my sisters and grandparents in the position of identifying my 23 year old body at a morgue- or to carry the guilt of knowing that the bump I felt under my tires was a small child who chased her ball into the street.
Struck by the dangers of the road.
This Home Lifeit's an argument overThis Home Life18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
how much water you need to boil
(you don't know, how much water
do you need for that? and should
they have sent you to go
gather rosemary from the neighbor's house
-it's taking, but "they have more, it's okay"
you've been told–)
the glass falls but its
pieces scatter clandestinely
not an explosion worth noting
because when you were a baby
you could have been
at centennial olympic park
when rudolph tried to
detonate the olympics but
the games went on and
so does this home life
UntitledShe will be a doctor.Untitled20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
(Except the lights are too bright)
She will be a lawyer.
(Except the noises too loud)
She will be.
She will be.
todayslogged through the rounds of schooltoday1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreary bleary rainy season with humid ozone scent in the air
peach tea taste and noodle bowl
headphones and trashy music
darkened room, hoodie fleece
eyes tracing luminous screen
how to spell procrastinate
dinner and actual work
toothpaste taste and tank-top-pajamas
see you tomorrow