So I heard you wanted to make them like you?So I heard you had someone in mindSo I heard you wanted to make them like you?19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps something more intimate and
So I heard you wanted him to like you,
And I heard you didn't know what to do.
And so I heard you wanted a friend.
Or maybe just one..
And I heard from you, that you want me to like you too
but how, you ask?
you don't need to try.
I mean I heard you wanted to make them like
Wondering how getting the attention of that special someone works?
or perhaps just the friend, you know.
I'm no somebody and preferably just a nobody but
I heard you wanted someone to like you.
So be You.
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.Expensive Lies3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
Strange feelingRightStrange feeling2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know you're not
When a happy moment
ImmortalityWhat is it like to be immortal?Immortality3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've always wanted to know
Living the same way for eternity
Not sure if you can escape
Or even feel like escaping
But escape isn't on your mind right now,
you're living in a beautiful lie
Now comes the time when things get ugly
You're thirteen and you have a family of your own
And while that family grows,
you stay the same
Soon you're kneeling by the hospital bed
Listening to your elderly children beg to you:
"Come with us, mother, come with us please."
Deep in your heart you want to go but you can't
And you watch as everyone you love flicker out like candles
Perhaps you can witness the end of the world
And you'd still be alive
Even suicide won't let you go
Immortality has it's icy fingers wrapped around you
Never releasing you from it'd grip
No one can hear scream with loneliness from inside your heart
What is it like to be immortal?
I never want to know
vs.are we no morevs.3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
than heartbeats and
or drunk kisses with
our clothes in a knot?
i've got a mind, too,
that's something to behold.
A Knight's PledgeI swear to you that I will protect you.A Knight's Pledge21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
No more pain shall reach you ever again.
Let me be your shield and repel the attacks.
I swear to you that I will fight for you.
No more dragons of the dark will grip your heart with terror.
Let me be your sword and cut away the monsters.
I swear to you that I will pick you up.
No more will you have to stand alone and feel weak.
Let me be your companion even when others abandon you.
Let me be your knight.
But more than that, let me be your friend.
Don't ever feel like you are alone.
i am not tellingthis is the dayi am not telling2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
we learn nothing
ing-ing our way through the actions
the passing of the tasks
that are the daily tribal song
to our children
it is our loss
passing by these actions
for in them lies the truth
VacancyEmpty rooms tell stories,Vacancy2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the faces and the voices
that once inhabited,
of the laughter and the tears
that once existed.
All of my life
I have sat in empty rooms
hours after the party,
days after the wake,
and remembered the times
when the lights were bright,
when the floors creaked
and the walls
were hidden behind figures.
There is something special
about empty rooms,
when you run your hands
along the tables,
drag your fingers along the floors
and you can feel
almost what you felt
when you weren't there alone.
I have spent
more of my life alone
in empty rooms
than in the full ones,
I have memories
of how the light fell around everyone,
of how the sounds vibrated
from body to body,
and these memories keep me
locked inside those rooms.
My heart is an empty room now,
and I cannot forget,
nor do I long to,
the memories of everyone
I've ever let inside,
but eventually they go on
and I am left here
trying to wish the past to present,
but you can't do that,
the process of dissolutionmorals feel heavy-handed,the process of dissolution2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
the prosthetic gauntlet
drags the loiterer down like a turned page.
lay low then. the unnatural rearranger
dead in the desert sun.
what does it matter? beauty? beauty is a well of shared spit,
the well that piligrims forget
when they kiss calloused hands at the end of the journey
and when the real gateways are unveiled.
what would happen after that? where would we be if we got
what we wanted? hugging missing
glassworks pieces in a shuddering canyon,
sobbing in a broken down car?
but the sunset is just a sketch for the sunset to come
so far. such relief. and another sandstorm is waking up.
it's a mixture of colours.
call ityou can call it "Waiting"call it1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
you can call it "Lebanon"
you can call it "Only God Knows When It Will End"
you can call it "Hating"
you can call it "On and on"
you can call it "Only God Knows If What Is Broken Can Mend"
you can call it "Regretting"
you can call it "All that is gone"
you can call it "Whose God Can Heal As Well As Rend?"
you can call it
you can call it
you can call it
The SirensSHE is a knife,The Sirens2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
scraping at the sweet things that you whispered
in the depths of blankets thick and blue-
(i wove them into strings of scales,
draped my drowsy limbs and saw
an impossible creature
shining in the beautiful dark
of a secret sea)
i am reeled and gutted by reality:
(sirens may croon- but-)
myths do not warm beds.
This is a poemThis is a poemThis is a poem3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
It doesn't rhyme
It's a poem
Good feelings , if you know what I mean , no not really
This is poem
It doesn't rhyme
not everything is cosmic.i see crippled starsnot everything is cosmic.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
criss-crossed in your palms
and sometimes you leave
me to step on brackets
in my songs to think
"what was the feeling
of comets and asteroids
in my heart?"
but it feels like a museum
when i look into your eyes;
oh dear, now i know you're not
but now i know that you've
been thinking of gods and
immortality too much
and it leaves you there
staring at stars once again.
Loving and LaughterHe wrote me poems and saidLoving and Laughter2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
They weren't for love -
They were for laughter
And for loving
And for all the little things;
Christmas trees in winter
And the man in the moon.
He didn't write me the stars
And how I shone as bright as one,
Nor did he describe
Me as a flower in the summer;
He never compared me to the sky,
Nor to an angel in it -
Because, he said, that's love,
But it's so generic it
Made the shadows grow in his skin
And the trees wilt a little more.
So instead he described me as
A girl with glowing skin
And snow on my lips
In place of raindrops;
Instead of an angel, I was
The child with a smile to light the world.
And for every poem I forgot
And turned to loving instead.
AshesFalling footsteps masked by the powdered poison that burns my skin.Ashes3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
My breath becomes labored as the frozen air shreds my lungs.
My eyes become blurred as hot tears burn holes into my irises.
Panic courses through me quicker than my heart can pump blood.
So much falling around me.
My lungs are torn as an empty scream lurches from my stomach.
Burning memories dancing with the blinding white powder.
Crashing down yet there is no sound.
Where have they gone?
Bare feet are pummeled by the merciless ground.
Drenched clothes cling to my pale skin desperately.
So warm as the frost leeches into my skin.
Swirling orange accented by pure white.
Only to be smeared by the grey it creates.
Falling to the ground like the flakes suddenly.
The World is not a Reality...I learnt something today....The World is not a Reality...2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
My father struck me...
My mother yelled at me...
My siblings said they hated me...
My friends started to tease me...
Bullies started to threaten me...
It started to corrupt me...
I tried talking to someone...
But no-one listened...
I tried bringing some light into the world...
But people had just bring in some more darkness...
I tried stopping my mind from insanity...
But it continued to yell and scream...
"Everyone fears me!"
"Everyone doesn't care for me!"
"I am just a worthless piece of shit!"
"Everyone goddamn hates me!!"
All I did was cry....
All I did was sit in the corner of darkness...
All I did...
Was start to bleed...
Then someone came to me...
They approached me...
With open arms...
With my blindfold of sorrow across my eyes,
I could barely see them...
"You must know something..."
I turned my head everywhere and moved my arms about everywhere...
"Where are you!?"
"I can't see you!
6 Stories that are 6 WordsTHE Day6 Stories that are 6 Words1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black and gloomy, a horrible day
Bright and vibrant, always there shining.
Thy? The misspelled word, lazy Shakespeare.
Flickering, glowing with its fiery tongue.
It's colorful, what else to say?
A reminder, you are never free.
Venus AnadyomeneVenus Anadyomene3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her voluptuous form emerged from foam.
Her long hair dripped from the sea
Her birth inspired Botticelli.
My goddess, you are a sight to see.
Intoxicationi.Intoxication19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
she said she'd never be an alcoholic-
got drunk on hipbones instead, and the smooth punch
delivered by the curve of a woman's waist, and all those
wine-rich promises that lose their sweetness
once they hit the air,
never quite sobered up.
warned her daughter that people,
when drunken in too deeply,
are just as dangerous
volcanoesall the death that comesvolcanoes19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
with volcanoes is hard to
forget but no one
sees the new land that
the lava forms when it cools
down; reminding us
that even after destruction
the flowers can grow
Holiday HellLost within a melancholy maze,Holiday Hell1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wandering through tunnels
Gray and filled with dirt,
The scent of earth all around;
Little flakes fall from the sky,
Sealing the dandelions inside
Their seasonal tomb, encased in ice...
Nightmarish visions of sugarplums
Dance just beyond your grasp,
And all of the downtrodden
Fill your head with their melodies;
For there could be no sweeter song
Than a night full of wonder...
You won't feel jolly,
You'll only be let down...
The chaos and the violence,
Filling you with fear...
No more joy, only tears will come;
Welcome to my holiday hell.
Everything is peppermint glazed,
Corpses of amaranthine timber
Lashing out with greasy gnarled branches,
Sparkling, twinkling in the somber dark;
Hastily formed inhibitions,
In a place where silence sleeps...
Deep behind tear stained eyes,
Dwelling within every me and every you...
Envious joy that comes with a bitter stalemate,
Grand gestures flaunting flittering novelties;
Mere pawns in a larger game,
And you will have l