Recipe for MeditationWalking in familiar patternsRecipe for Meditation18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
each step a little closer
carefully placed against wooden
The hypnotic pacing rhythm
recycled by my empty voice.
Words drop, crashing silently
I’m dancing on words. Leaving
idea’s cracked open.
Yolk is everywhere and mustn’t
Must continue gnawing
finger flesh raw.
Concentrate on where
Bloody plips mix,
vibrantly with crunchings.
Recipe on the ground;
Last movements are crucial.
Arms wide I slip into the mess
and make sticky, private
I amI am a body of glitches;I am10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
one measurement short of perfection
and a lifelong supply of malfunctions,
achievements in your eyes
and defeated failings in mine,
sparks between wires that should never touch
and the defibrillator restarting your heart.
An inconvenience of challenges;
the questions of aggravation
and uncomfortable lack of answer,
sewn seeds of doubt
rising neck hair from toxic green eyes
as teeth are bared in defence.
I am a wealth of chaos;
the first raindrop to condense
and last breath over crackled lips,
in vast, complex patterns,
the whisper of shockwave destruction
creating a chain reaction star birth.
An ambush of strength;
the refusal to give up, kneel or surrender
despite beatings and promises of execution,
stubborn tugs of war
breaking frayed ropes,
a falcon's uncertainly spread wings
in the halted plummet of her first flight.
I am a frustration of absurdity;
hyperactive hysteria bursting seems
and sudden uncontrolled laug
The Current State of Late Starsyou are literally a starThe Current State of Late Stars21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
literally literally meaning literally
because to for and yes
atoms forged billions of years ago
to think that their journey of
millions of lifetimes
would culminate in you.
AngelI look into the sky for hope.Angel21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe to fall in love with the right person.
Maybe to have a successful future.
Maybe even both.
As of right now if it is love i am not sure about that.
I know it will works all out in the end.
But right now at the time i am not sure.
Though if it about the future.
I dream big, but yet i am not sure how it all turn out in the end.
Maybe the many stuff i vision won't even happen.
Though i will hope for the best.
Sometimes i want to have an angel to look over my shoulder.
Too makes sure that everything work out happily and end happily.
But it just to bad that it doesn't happen the way you want it at times.
You get shot down from love.
While other time you don't get the job you want.
Then it happen not once but again and again.
Kind of a blow to your self-esteem right.
You wish for the best, but not always getting your best.
I would love if a angel would watch my back.
Wouldn't that be nice.
Just to make everything easier.
untitledi should be writinguntitled16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i should keep my mind open
and my pencils sharp
but with a lack of emotion
comes a lack of mental flow
in the end
i'll take my lack of sorrow
over my meaningless dribble
so watch me ramble on
this isn't a retirement speech
it's a simple thought
a mental note
my eyes are closed
and the lights are off
maybe for once
i can fall asleep
rustythey called me little iron-heart,rusty22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
because i "only cared about myself."
if only they knew the memories,
that were rusting away on my shelves.
the feelings came along with the pain,
and back to the memories to start.
everything in my life led up,
to my gray, little, locked up broken-heart.
i didn't care about anyone,
because i was unable to care anymore.
i thought i wore my heart on my sleeve,
i thought my sadness was apparent, for sure.
but maybe they just couldn't see past me,
and see that my heart was a little dusty.
so that's me, "iron-heart", the big fat jerk.
well i'm sorry if my social skills are rusty.
Hold On With Both HandsHold on with both hands.Hold On With Both Hands10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scream, tear, rip at that fabric,
That ledge which is barely graspable.
Dig your nails in!
Fight! You must fight or who will?
Off the tightrope, you've already fallen,
So hold on! You may yet
Grapple with that fence,
That fence that is so much higher in
Than it ever was in your dreams.
Clamp onto that handle;
It's not for you to decide who
Goes off it
Clench on! Soldier on!
You won't lose now,
Not when you've come so far,
And blood is pumping
And sweat is pouring
And your muscles ache like never before
But you'll withstand!
Heads spinning, minds roaring,
World fading and falling and
Sanity lost, moving on, wheeling away
But not for you.
You hold on like it's your life
Because guess what it is
And I know it's hard
We're here together!
I'm next to you.
We'll outlast the rest.
So hold on with both hands!
Embrace that branch, don't slip now!
Don't leave me here
We're screaming and tearing and digging nails in
48. Everyday Magic—little things are so easy to miss—48. Everyday Magic11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dulled by the mundane and ordinary,
we dance our everyday coreography
repeating the same moves, same phrases,
as if truly following orders: waiting for praises
like puppy dogs loving to please,
pleasing to love. To forget our fears,
we lull ourselves to sleep, "We are just fine",
we focus on the bigger picture to be more exciting.
—but the blessings are in the little things—
Keeping Misery at BayOur timeKeeping Misery at Bay23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is cruel, to hastily wither
In a peaceful
As we converse
Unaware of the age
We know as home
In our roving
All turmoil wanes
Of the aimless chatter
In the casual fall
Of idle words
To keep misery at bay
heartless.search for the stars inheartless.4 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the darkness of my heart and
tell me if there's light
Lions on AcidCake consumes cob:Lions on Acid13 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it's a natural order from the deities of tobacco.
Faith dies when it won't come true.
It's hard to tell what came and what we simply never knew
If I saw you right now, I'd pretend we were red soda again.
I'd tell you stories about ponies and plants and perfume and
I'd lick the sticky, icky essence of your mind. It's rather
kind that you didn't kill yourself
Because, we are men.
That means that if you were dead,
I'd dance around in a kilt like a man waiting for
cannons and barets
and time to reverse so that
You and I were just lonely like lions and
did you know they were lonely?
Kings and things….
Pegasi with fucked up tails and crisply burnt wings,
dying and dyeing.
Don't remind me why. It's november in my heart.
It gets too cold when we remember
that we may not be human.
I don't feel like I fit the description.
I can twist the tippy top of my toes until the
Growing upSmoking and swearingGrowing up16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be replaced with
Singing and sighing
And sitting by windows
Waiting for that knight in shining armour
To show up
I'll Be There...You see the worldI'll Be There...18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black and white
I'll be your color
You see the sky
Full of rainclouds
I'll be your sunshine
You see a tunnel
Cold and dark
I'll be your light
You see a winding road
And no signs
I'll be your map
You see a room
Full of idiots and fools
I'll be the intelligent one
You see yourself
I'll be right by your side
Sans titreComme une goutte d'eau dans l'océan mon esprit se perd dans les méandres de l'existence.Sans titre8 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
J'ai l'impression de vivre avec un creux au fond de la poitrine en permanence.
Serait-ce le tribut pour vivre masqué,
Être plus vide qu'une outre percé?
J'ai des accès de colère à l'intérieur de ma tête,
Des passions violentes que je n'explique pas.
Peut-être est-ce ma punition pour avoir crue pouvoir travestir mon cœur?
Je crois que ce que je vies est la mort du faux moi,
Celui qui rit pour un rien, qui s'entête,
À devenir quelqu'un d'autre par crainte d'avoir peur.
Je joue une comédie sinistre,
Allongé dans mon lit.
Je vois les jours défilé dans une douce litanie,
Et s'effacer ma vie dont je ne suis plus ministre.
Je ne retrouve plus mon âme.
Je l’ai vendu à un faux public,
À qui j’offre le spectacle pathétique de l’homme se voulant comique.
Moi qui me voulait prince je
*Deception*No need for pretence*Deception*16 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I felt demise of passion
Hard lesson to learn.
MisusedNow I’m left hereMisused19 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You said was a lie.
Poetry Doodle 1You dream septembers,Poetry Doodle 110 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But I dream worlds of dilemma.
I hope you've often looked at
Because you lie too much.
That's why in the holy land I led a crusade
For crass statements
I joked around
You looked around
Of redundant respects,
I found them in your heart,
You found them in me.
Something I Never HadSomething I’ve never had,Something I Never Had2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is slowly slipping away.
There’s nothing I can do,
And nothing I can say.
This thing was never really mine,
Just shadows in my heart.
Made of dreams not true or blessed,
And tarnished from the start.
But my heart mourns the losing
Of the something I never had.
My wretched tears flow in solitude,
And my soul is weak and sad.
There is no earthly source for help,
The hurt is mine alone.
To share it would bring only grief,
And turn a soul to stone.
So, quietly I mourn the loss,
For what I never had .
And pray for Heaven’s help
To make my sad soul glad.
Price of Spilled BloodWhat symbolizes life for you?Price of Spilled Blood28 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
The times of young and old.
Resin-cast fangs, piercing your neck
Drawing a river of gradually dripping crimson coloration.
A home to run from the chaos circling the bloodied mountains.
The fire flickering and turning crushed bones to ashes in the warm, empty haze.
Burning brightly, but extinguishing before a chance to become
Anything greater than they were "intended."
To which side do you stand?
One has apathy and malicious hatred on empty faces,
And the other the calm uncertainty of whether they are to remain alive
Or die just as simply.
Driven on only by a simple pulley,
But even when the cord is broken,
It can be soldered with simple words.
The glistening liquid on another being's lips,
Stained red from a savage kill.
The trail of crimson pooling up on the winter snow,
A symbol of the turning from life
Casting as another in the shadows,
Waiting to find the one they were sent to kill.
Swaying on the cords of on
Grey DaysGrey Days42 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today I had a grey day
and let me just say
it was tiring, slow, dreary, and rainy
just like you'd expect a grey day to be
You could say it was a bad day
If I listed all the bad things
(And that's certainly something I could do)
lBut even good days have bad things too
You could leave it as "Oh it's a Monday"
Which true, are inherently mundane
but I think it's more than that.
It certainly wasn't a good day
But neutral doesn't quite describe it either
Today I had a grey day
Not a good or bad day
It's been an empty day
A numb day
A walking through a fog day
It's been a rather draining
On and off raining day
is the perfect word
to describe today
Grey is such a dampening
and rather quite lonely color
but I know better
It won't last forever
And I suppose
You could say
We need grey days
to make the colorful days brighter.