Spiritual transcendenceI become moreSpiritual transcendence9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
more than what I was
more than I could ever be
I realized it after a dream
you awakened me
you saved me
Even after all my darkness consumed me
after all the hate, anger, and sadness filled my heart and mind
You were there for me
my light in the darkness
How many times will you save me
I can't help it
What does the future winds hold for us?
DoctorDoctor,Doctor11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please, burn yourself alive.
I've grown tired of your ice cold eyes
And the way you like to poke at my fat.
Pour the gas and strike a match.
I'll fan the flames, I promise.
It will only hurt for a moment.
Burn your conscience
The Taste of TruthYou taught me what it meant,The Taste of Truth13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be human—Honest and True.
Let lies never cross my tongue,
That I'd forget the taste of truth;
Let my knees never bend,
That I'd forget how to stand;
Let anger never rule,
That I'd forget the feel of tears.
Now you whisper in the darkness,
Things I know are wrong;
You ask me to bend to her,
And her bitter siren song;
You shame my sorrow,
For it brings you no joy.
You taught me what it meant,
To walk my own path-- Though alone I may be.
The beating of my heart,
The only guide I ever need.
No God in Heaven to tell me
What is right or wrong,
And now I fear I may forget;
For how can I know up from down,
When the one I trust the most
Has forget the taste of Truth.
A Nearly Forbidden Ballad part 3Look at all those starsA Nearly Forbidden Ballad part 313 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It brings a smile to my face
They are smiling
Winking back at me
Reminding me of what could be
Reminding me of what couldn't
They are wrong
So I know that
It gives me a sense of calm
I get lost in the past
That never happened
Dances and visions
get lost in my head
Can I return?
Twinkling, the world in different lights
Something is wrong
The universe awaits
I'd like to be home
So I don't need you, anyone
FogWhen I woke up there was fogFog13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could no longer see the images from long ago.
I learned to survive, I made new friends
When things fell apart, with them I'd stand.
In the night, I'd see images
Things were familiar, but not
The color red was my dreams' favorite color
It was everywhere.
It grew to be that I didn't want to see
these images anymore.
I hope it stays
And when I wake
There will be fog.
SatisfactionFor the sake of the songSatisfaction15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can I get a little romance?
Since this week's been so long
Can I just have a chance?
For the sake of the story
Can I get a little action?
Since this day's been so boring
Can I just have some satisfaction?
For the sake of the book
Can I get a little sleep?
Since this hour has been looked (over)
Can I just have one more sheep?
For the sake of the prophecy
Can I get a little fun?
Since this minute's a fallacy
Can I just...please...be done?
IXReality is boring, I'd rather live in my dreams.IX15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my dreams I can go anywhere, do anything.
I'll never die or get hurt, there are no limits.
I am free.
Gravity is boring, I'd rather fly.
Here water replaces ceilings,
islands and mountains float,
hidden worlds are found, and darkness becomes light.
I love this realm, its here I'm meant to be.
Logic is boring, I'd rather be without.
In my dreams anything can happen,
not the case with "real" life.
I'd rather live in my dreams,
reality is boring.
UniformitySo many eyes,Uniformity15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
burn as they stare.
Make me feel self-conscious.
I want to hide myself.
The ache, the feeling,
of eyes staring through,
my heart, mind, and soul.
What is this shrinking feeling?
That wanes away my strength.
It's the constant look received.
But don't you know?
Even though I look the way I do.
I'm still the same as you.
Still alive, still breathing.
I may be covered with ink head to toe,
or be covered in piercings galore.
I still have a mind, atop my shoulders.
Still feel emotions, just the same as you.
This world is based on,
the very principles of,
uniformity and conformity.
A Sunny Day in ItalyWalls glowing softly,A Sunny Day in Italy17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beautiful sights above
HandsMy weapon is not a swordHands17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nor is it a pen
I cannot make you cower
After a solitary word
This battle is fought
With something greater
Than any tool made my man
Something with which you cannot be shot
They make decisions without asking
You don't control them
And in turn they control you
They bring the glory you bask in
They cannot be tamed
Wild as they are
A most useful adaptation
And they cannot be changed
Moving with filigree precision
Doing what they know to be best
These rifles don't relax
They carry out your perfect vision
Continuing on so stealthily
Hearing all words exchanged in battle
A double threat as they hold the bow and arrow
Because they do it all, naturally
The only issue is the name
Since it seems too ordinary
My weapons are my hands
Hidden affectionThis bird's chest collapses like forgotten stars.Hidden affection17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suffocating the void between with napalm clouds.
And only for the glance of Adonis.
SeasonsDawns DewSeasons17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaves to life
Numbing my ears
Green to grey
Blood red ground
Shaken stark naked
Streets sheeted in
Of colossal conscription
Stars and ScarsBurning to ash, we tumble and crash, broken and brittle our lives thrown like trash.Stars and Scars19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only born to be battered, shattered, and torn.
The menacing mortality continues to scorn.
We thrash and slash at the things that failed to last, Hidden behind the smoke of the past.
The night littered with scary things and broken dreams as we continue to weep our silent screams.
Their eyes filled with mockery as they watch us drown, Such royalty they are, then where is their crown?
Our bodies covered in scars people failed to see, things we failed to be, All worn and tattered we scatter and flee.
The battle inside us constantly reminds us that we're nothing,
Skinnier thighs, mascara eyes
Just a pile of Failed tries, pleading cries, attempts at suicides.
A Puppet with strings bursting at the seams, Sinking and slipping down in the sea, Is this what you finally wanted me to be?
And when we need help we keep calling, The happier we are we keep falling, The monste
Genie GenieHeyGenie Genie20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm going to make a wish, okay?
You're going to make it true?
I get three wishes, right?
I wish for love, okay?
I wish for peace, okay?
I wish for one more, okay?
I wish for you, got that?
Make those come true, okay?
Rose BushLove is like a rose. In the beginning, it grows and blooms into something beautiful. Something that makes everyone around smile. But, roses are only flowers and soon they wilt, wither, and die. So yes, love is like a rose for a lot of reasons. But hopefully, someday, the rose will become everlasting and turn into a rose bush that strives. Sure, some flowers will have their problems and die, falling off of the bush, but in place will grow another and the love will continue to make others smile.Rose Bush20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Happiness Is Not In Her ConstellationShe brings destruction of souls, and then lends them a helping hand. She pieces them back together, like making a castle with dry sand. She purges happiness, and steals it for her own. Feeding it to the wolves in her heart, she never has felt so alone. She is the epitome of solitude, and a break in love tangled atmospheres. She is charred cold with charcoal, muck, where there should be a knoll. Misery and neglect are her only friends, a quasar of misfortune. I feed her my lonesome heart; happiness is not in her constellation.Happiness Is Not In Her Constellation20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
She devours love, beating bones between beats; a shock and awe reaction, at her own forlorn defeat.
She brings this defeat with each breath. So she does not inhale. You can taste the pestilence in the air so stale.
Raskrsnica do istog krajaTeško je pratiti sebe,Raskrsnica do istog kraja20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
leden zadah i pomiješane asocijacije tuge,
neizbježan sudar sjena- pa onda ti.
Kratka priča je karakter podnošljivosti,
sve stane u malo,
subjektivni portret savršenosti,
sve stane u malo.
Čime da podmitim sile da te okrenu,
bez rastanka koji ne razumijem,
trn ruže u tvojoj ruci bode me,
sklapa aluziju koja će me prejako ošamariti,
Izgubio sam te,
smiješnom požudom za nakazom,
dao sam te za javu.
Šta vide otvorene oči?
Trebam li ići dalje,
u zjenice propuštenog raja,
do dragih citata velikana laži,
Writer's Prayer to MusesHail, ye Muses, fair heralds of inspiration!Writer's Prayer to Muses20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I beg of thee, please accept this libation
and deliver me from mental stagnation.
I’m a living device built for spiritual dictation
and such artfully sensual verbal gyration,
weaving my words to inspire sensation—
bestow upon me your divine vibration!
What it Means to be MeIt meansWhat it Means to be Me20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
accepting my nest of hair while
hating, manipulating, and wishing
it was something else,
feeling the demons of self-doubt stir.
wondering if my babies will look like
daddy or mommy or both,
and if being quarter black will
devastate or empower their lives.
that I can teach and fuel
self-confidence in their
skin, hair, and culture.
to be who and what I am
by a true, loving husband
who saves me
from cultural burdens.
being a constant support
to sisters and a brother
when they struggle with skin color.
noticing the stares
but accepting them
as faults on their part
looking in the mirror,
and being at peace with this color
that attaches itself to my skin.
Skin DeepThese days are suffocating,Skin Deep19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyes like honey, sticky and sweet,
Tastes like vaseline every time I smile,
And my stomach clenches like i've drunken bleach ,
Beauty is only skin deep.
Sometimes I Forget the Color of My SkinI pick up my tiny, blonde niece,Sometimes I Forget the Color of My Skin21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
tickling her perfectly pink,
smooth, snow white belly.
Against her unblemished, soft skin
my hands are dark, dirty,
the one thing that doesn’t belong.
I want to clean them,
remove the dirt, the darkness.
But how can I wash off my own race?
Grow up EveryoneEveryone just needs to grow the f**k up and stop messing with one another.Grow up Everyone22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Work together, help to lift and raise one another and work to better their families.
There is plenty for all if everyone is a part of something.
Nothing will get accomplished if something is not done.
No person needs to suffer, starve or be homeless if everyone just grows up and starts to work together instead of against one another.
Start to appreciate the people in your lives, not the material things that surround those people.
Worried about the materials in our faces not to see all of the hurting people behind it.
Just stop it and grow the f**k up all of you.
I dislike you all....I love you all