Tears of a fooltears of a foolTears of a fool19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Hurt, But I Smile
I Cry But I Laugh
I Shred these Tears in the rain
so the pain is null
These tears of a fool
somethingI woke up and started to laugh in bed.something19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I felt a warm bliss rush into my head.
If I’d stayed longer, I would be dead,
So I came down, not knowing where the day led.
Please don’t think me too erratic;
What happened next didn’t make me ecstatic.
I traveled the moon to be an automatic.
Now I’m here trying to be dramatic.
Something happened yesterday.
Something took my day away.
Something was to make me pay.
Whatever it was, I cannot say.
I’m glad I made it here today
To tell what happened on that day.
I’m not sure what something was anyway,
But something happened. That much I’ll say.
05Some people0520 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
are destined to hurt others.
They don't care
how they've sent you running for cover.
And some people
are too damaged on the inside,
that they give up and
don't even try to fight.
will rip out your heart
and throw it away
even though you gave them a start.
And some people
only care about themselves.
They're so absorbed
they don't recognize they need help.
From the day you were born you were
destined to die.
And don't think I'll morn it,
I won't even cry.
Because you've got no wings
you're chained by everything.
Well, I've cut the ties,
and I'll go on being alive.
spout nonsense with every word.
They don't realize
they aren't the center of your world.
And some people
are just so desperate to be heard
they'll shove you down and
bury your heart in the dirt.
can only bring pain to others.
From the day you were born
you've never seemed to learn.
If you could just love
you wouldn't have to yearn.
For endless attention, not to mention,
all the br
LyingHe was lying on his bed,Lying20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
lying about lying
on his bed.
Loving By AccidentWe met by accidentLoving By Accident21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now we’re forced to be apart
What has this world come to
There’s no hope left at all
My heart rips apart
Shatters to the ground
And fades away
I feel like you don’t care
When I know you really do
My heart rips apart
Shatters to the ground
And fades away
You’re making me go crazy
You’re too late
You can’t stop my feelings
You made me stop trying
My heart rips apart
Shatters to the ground
And fades away
A Burning Letter In my family, it is said that burning a letter can send it to the afterlife, whether it be to a loved one, or some stranger. So I write, burn and write some more. Never knowing if my letters reach their destination. I neither pray nor believe that they will reach them nor do I think that there is an afterlife. If there was, I wonder what it would be like. Would it be like hell a mass pit of fire? Maybe if so heaven exists as well?A Burning Letter22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will I be heading there? Or to hell? Maybe i’m to be reincarnated? I wonder if flowers will be put on my desk? My vision fades to black, My body get’s cold and also numb, I still hear the sirens, and the footsteps of some kind of police. Their steps echo in my head. I hear someone calling, chanting almost. Her voice cracking, Choking in her mouth right next to my ear. I would probably have a headache if i could still feel stuff.
Who is this? Why is she crying? Is it for me? Do i know her? These questions bounce around in my he
unabashed depth of depravityyou are in a roomunabashed depth of depravity22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a button
you know that the button either stops someone from being
or starts the electrocution
you can press the button as often as you like
what do you do?
Unique As A rosePerfection is knowing everythingUnique As A rose22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
that ever made you imperfect.
It is the acceptance of knowing who you could never be
but the fact that you are all who you need to be.
Its our flaws that make us unique, never obsolete.
A beauty some rarely see.
like unnoticed roses.
You are every galaxy of stars,
every petal of every flower,
no matter if you felt withered
or not noticed.
You are a rose
in the eye of the world.
The warm heart in a world so cold
despite whatever your told.
You are everything you ever thought you were
even when others themselves make it all a blur.
You are beautiful always regardless of who makes
or says your not.
You are complete
and its because of your flaws
that make you unique.
There are no atheists in war There are no atheists in war.There are no atheists in war23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Christian will be the first, crying out 'save us, Lord!'
The unsure believer will call out next, yelling 'Protect and save our souls!'
Finally, the hard-hearted atheist shall call, 'Lord, save us in this fight, and I will surely change! I was wrong, I believe in you!'
No man will be shocked to hear this, there will only be those who rejoice the man saved, but regret it was only just in time.
Ke'temberA tegnap a fák levelein kékes, lilás,Ke'tember20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
néha arany, néha fehér, alig édes, alig látszó,
meleg pompában gyöngyözött, és folyott le
lassan a földre,
lassan szőte át álmok
émelyítő illatával az erdőt,
mint ígéret, mint az élet
csurgott le a fák törzsén
a Boldogság a világ végén
megállt egy pillanatra,
megfordult, és rohanni kezdett felém
át akartam ölelni...
Az úton még csillogtak a hajnali eső
árulkodó nyomai: egypár árva tócsa keltett
gyanút, s minden úgy tűnt, tova lett
az egeknek e korai borúja,
s mint egy búra éhes, talpig vétkes flótás,
tovább állt a felhők vad háborúja.
Én a lelkemet kitettem az asztalra
még aznap éjjel mielőtt alu
Death waltzThey’ve manufactured the living death gene, spilled it into where, the areas they themselves wish to roam the war machine. Back home down in the minority neighbourhoods they’ve unleashed a monster, an infection to make them all go mad, supporting the white ghost agenda. Man manufactured strain, them put the love Gods mad pills inside them and had them spread like wildcatfire…buzzing in the again white clad men’s busy bee offices…Death waltz12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Find youself in the catacombs, crunch times on its way, water yourself away from the offshore world can't survive that way for your whole life, besides what if the oceans have taken ill also with the pathogen?
Our were we aping our former selves? Came back either way the death toll virus to home soil the domestic turf but I already explained who that’s an advantage to. Heh, perhaps we need not have to wait for some menace in a laboratory to demon demonst
Anti-HeroA world full of blind menAnti-Hero14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and limbless women
is no world, but a labyrinth
with no exit, with no genius
to construct its walls except
the genius of stone and humanity’s
natural inclination to die alone,
unloved and trapped
by nothing more than a lack of kindness,
by the stubborn insistence to stay
in the spiral world of madness which I call
Give them back their eyes.
Give them feet to walk on, knees to
bend, hands to grasp
at empty air. I want to see them
like someone loved them dearly
and left the room to do their dying.
Give them a tragedy
to laugh at, a mirror
to see their various states
of love and unlove.
Give them something
to fall out of eyes,
to pump their trembling blood.
Down BelowI want to plunge into the waves of your hair,Down Below19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold kaleidoscopePopsight toward the high up ocean blue, a dying kaleidoscope of palette pieces , the despair rots you into a rut like a spear and so you self hang walk in glum. Gravel teases with the mask of an endless ocean and white tears stingingly fall , ice queen stares mixed in, so viciously before turning stomach churningly away..Cold kaleidoscope21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Petite petals the only warmth, ray of light in a cruel, cruel, bad dream world, necks breaking from a touch of frost. Full cosmic choking sets itself in like a wraparound reaper, those chill, killers kisses the belting blow in the final to you, making shrilling cowards out of the bravest of men. There is no warmth left in the world now…and you’ll wake to such a realization…
Love isLove is,Love is1 minute ago in Free Verse More Like This
at least for now,
looking beside me
to an empty,
space, longing for
above any other
to fill it.
After GraduationWhen I was nine,After Graduation19 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
dad used to play gamelan on radio and
he let the bronze chimes strike till ten
like chanting hammer and anvil bones
to an oracle I don’t believe in.
His father was a barrister and so was he
and he left the keys to his office
seven feet high on a kitchen rack.
I would get a broom on my hand and jump and
whip them both till the keys were brushed by a tickle of hair
running with precise pressure. Other times,
he’d lend me his pens and papers and I would fire at it like a knife.
Dad didn’t even try to discourage me. I’d give anything
to rummage natural harmonics from that smirking copper,
at least for a time.
Today, I ran off with the car at his penultimate breath.
He was now a Chrome skeleton,
done away on the dusty floor, a mp3
embedded in his shortened span
with a rib of keys missing from the rack.
It reminds me of a time I was fifteen when he vacuumed our home,
when our living reverie was lost to a space of
screaming stars and scratch
stardustwe are all star-children,stardust33 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
with lights in our eyes
and cosmic dust in our veins.
but we are on fire,
burning brighter until
we are finally burnt out.
For The People Who Work At Peet's Coffee ShopI wish for you a lifetime of freshly brewed coffeeFor The People Who Work At Peet's Coffee Shop46 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Italian roast, Sumatra, Arabian Mocha Java
in a warm ceramic cup, with thick frothed 2% milk
and a sprinkle of cinnamon; if you’d like.
I wish for you that every time you walk
into a coffee shop somewhere (anywhere)
someone says, “Hey there, What do you know, Jo.
and makes you smile and feel like you matter.
You are the ones who lavishly give to your customers.
To someone like me. Just because.
You hot tickets. You eclectic bunch. You Major Dickasons behind the counter.
You blessings before my eyes.
I wish for you that when the story gets hard
all black coffee bitter, and bran muffin stale (as life can sometimes be)
you will still be known as that good old guy or gal
with that friendly face.
Everyday, twice a day I arrive.
It’s a ritual with me. The large non fat decaf, Cafe au Lait.
I really like it.
But no. I’m not there for the caffeine or the decaf
I get my jolt for the day from you.
It’s that simple.
should haveWhen I think of you,should have4 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sea air sickens me.
Oh, the things
I never should have said.
But oh, what’s worse,
the things I
But The Sun Sets And You Never Stayyou are a sunburst redBut The Sun Sets And You Never Stay2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
leaf folding against the
old cobblestone streets
ruffled feathers floating
against the orange rust
and stony grey, hushed
curbside to townhouses
antiquated homes green
shrubs and damask rose
but you are as predictable
as a tendril of smoke and
disappear with the gloam
1 - 2- Checka (Nightphoenix)Yo, You ain't my kin folk, I play you like a game of nintendo, break dance to the tempo, twist and double kick and flick you out the window after I beat you with a stick from Kenpo. You got smoked like hendo, you wise crack n-smile simple. My style is smooth like wine, crisp and straight unlike your wrinkle, my mind as high as the star that twinkles. I come like Santa Clause with gifts of gab-E-"Gabe" and I come with my own ring and jingle. When you taste me at first I'm clear, on second taste I tingle, my own brand of flavor and it gets better as we mingle. I'm not the rug I'm the roof's shingle and ceiling's chandelier. I'm one man but I hit like a 3 man army musketeer with my lyrics as the crowd cheers.- Nightphoenix1 - 2- Checka (Nightphoenix)3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carta de un anciano caminanteCarta de un anciano caminanteCarta de un anciano caminante3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doy gracias por encontrar la felicidad en la sencillez de los pequeños detalles, que la vida me guardó para darme esperanza. Detalles que están ante la vista de todos, pero efímeros a los ojos jóvenes e impetuosos. Gracias por la sabiduría que me brindaron los avatares de este camino pedregoso, pero pleno y hermoso en las reminiscencias que acuden a mi mente ya cansada.
Que importancia tiene todo lo que intente acumular si ya me voy. Lo que queda de mí son los recuerdos que dejo en vos. Los que marcarán la huella que dejo en este paseo que me nombró como un caminante casual. Que lo quede de mí, en ti, te ayude para sortear las vueltas que deberás dar hasta alcanzar lo que anhelas. En ese entonces mi vida habrá tenido un propósito, y estará completa.
No te olvides. Sé un observador incesante de los pequeños detalles que te he mencionado. Verás que el horizonte adquiere otro
El otro ladoEl otro ladoEl otro lado3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Viví ensueños de dulces delirios bañados en el néctar del deseo. Bebí de la cristalina fuente del éxtasis hasta nunca alcanzar la saciedad. Rojos, ocres y azules tiznaron los grises de mi abandono a saborear la esperanza. Abandono al gozo de llenarme el pecho con las cálidas brisas de mis atardeceres. Depresión maldita que ahoga el sentido de lo cotidiano tornasolando la importancia de lo somero en vacuo y efímero. Quitándole la felicidad a la atención de olvidar lo transcendente. Quitando la nada al todo, que sin nada se vuelve demasiado. Volver al origen de la desesperación sin chance de poblar los despojos del alma. Olvidar el sentido del pecado y el gusto de pecar.
Vivo un desesperado anhelo por volver a esos delirios perdidos. Tan lejos... Tan lejos que mis brisas ya no son suficientes para llenar mi pecho hundido. Sueño con despojarme de las ataduras que me mantienen en esta cordura tan depresiva