Blooming Through CrevicesBlooming Through CrevicesBlooming Through Crevices14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
People are characters;
their personalities are not to be cracked,
but to bloom.
Codes and signals
Setting our sights
On how to see
Through the cipher.
Optics opting for options
As opposed to conscious.
Ardor replaced by harder
To break through exteriors.
But mortality is only one facet
Of the entirety of humanity.
It is a compass of one being,
But merely a piece of the puzzle
That makes up human composition.
let us not break through empathy
with deductive methodology
but rather with the rhythm
of a honeybee whistling along the hymn
of the wind whispering in the leaves.
humanistic, holistic ideologies
is what the standard can be.
it is the notion of being a metaphor
rather than being something to decipher.
because there are more stars and galaxies
in poetry than there will ever be algebraic
expression curls up with ambiance
under the window pain of a picture frame
because we write more about
storiesi begin and end with storiesstories12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
where hummingbird hearts play sonatas
against my ribs and i drown in
early morning light and
the girl in me sinks into the sea
like rusting anchors chained to
ships and i sway port and starboard
the lion in me rises like lazarus
from the savannah where dust swirls
and i begin and end with stories
where i swallow the world and all
the rain and girls and lions in it
where i hold it up like atlas,
where i support jupiter with just
an index finger and where i chase
comets and cup them like fireflies
to hang on my bedroom walls
HopscotchI did not cry when they died;Hopscotch1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
they were just names
Haha, April fools!
But it was after midday,
and we never did find
the missing piece.
We never do.
I didn't love building nearly as much
as the three of you,
but I stayed quiet
because you were happy,
and laughed the first time I saw
that loss could be amusing.
Tummy in, chest out;
stand strong under the avalanche;
blood ties you together
even though they forgot
to pass back the swing
and we were left stranded on the cliff.
The first time I got cramp
was on the flight back to England;
an unexplainable pain
smouldered in my calves
and tears streamed down my face
despite the warm cloth
from the kind stewardess;
If only that were the first time
I had felt untreatable pain.
You can still see
the salt stains
and strained smile
in that family portrait;
I wonder what had upset me so.
FailureFailure is the foundationFailure1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
securing the fundamental
stepping stones of success.
JusticeShe stands tallJustice22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Marble pillars and podium
Eyes of light
Shrouded to grey
Her back never breaks
Through the test of time
Scales, attuned to
Sway for the perfect world.
Blind justice takes wing
We all live to be measured.
Rythian's Poem.Why do you sit there?Rythian's Poem.1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hugging your knees,
Afraid of yourself?
For I am not afraid,
But afraid of what,
I will become,
Of what the darkness?
Afraid of the dark,
Of what lurks there?
I am not afraid of the dark,
Nor the creatures of darkness,
But of my home...
Home will come to haunt me
For I am Rythian the Ender Born...
ApocalypticMolten lava flows,Apocalyptic11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the cracks of ash and dust,
Its deathly red glow,
Marking the end of life and rust.
Bone and flesh,
And all the world,
Faded to grey.
With not even a pocket,
Not even a breath,
Lose your mind,
And you soul,
To your humble abode.
Laying in a place of rest,
Warmer than most,
But cold in your chest,
Breaking AwayBreaking Away, torn asunder..Breaking Away15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perilous, though it's no wonder..
Many vanish on that sort of tundra..
Voices drown within the thunder..
Nails break attempting to encumber..
No fight left, instead choosing slumber..
Refusing all chance to be plundered.
Calling All Godsi'm calling on every god to save me nowCalling All Gods23 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
as desperation mounts grim tidings abound
trapped in a vice that's trapped in life
why would a god ever make me now?
moon shining down, car flipped around
sheen of water on the ground
silence, the crash must have broken the sound
answer the phone god
please answer the phone
I ruined myself for relationshipsYou all rememberI ruined myself for relationships7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a time when you were sixteen
and a little insecure ;
we watched them,
kissing passionately in the middle of the street,
mushing their faces in the train station,
licking each other out on the dance floor.
And we were jealous.
We all want to be held tight
touched like we're more tempting
than a double chocolate cake.
I don't know if I do,
What I liked most about us,
were the way we kissed,
closed-lipped, soft and innocent
and the way you touched me
like I'm more precious
than my body weight in gold
could ever be.
idle brigandssly, as every eyeidle brigands2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a covert glance
a library you burn
don't you dare
speak in dulcet tones
i don't resonate
give me details, lover.
wring me the stories
from their throbbing
Oyster HamstringDyslexic disregard forOyster Hamstring8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
dopamine receptors and
bring desire dumping down to
the dumbest of derelict duties
determining love, lust, and concubines.
Touring the facilities and never
picking up the pieces to remain
relieves the relegated retardation of mankind
to never know the once proud and
prudent makeshift monkey-wrench
in your own head which another
Losing total feeling found adrift among the ashes
finds the jonesin’ jubilee drowning in deep, dank waters.
When IT pours out opulent opals appear in your mind
and clog your receptors leaving you rank and reeking of
ridicule and ridiculousness.
Now can you see the sunshine in the stars?
Can you feel the cold from the fire?
Does your mind deceive you? Is it decrepit?
What are you left with but a feeling of total feeling
and a loss of self-aware control?
Never in nine lives does the cat speak,
but never in seven years does a dog peek.
But stand still and the world will revolve around you.
9-13-14out of the comfort zone a few9-13-1419 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
hundred miles arms burning to
still be comfortable with this
stranger found walking in the
tiny park taking photographs of
women and flowers all out of
place sharing breakfast sangria
at noon in the east village
wandering pointedly pointless
through a flea market passing
time looking waiting perhaps
still present at dinner and
the difficult pause before the
decision invitation back to
the comfort zone or to burn
ROBLOX freind's Poem"I Feel As If Nobody Cares About Me.ROBLOX freind's Poem1 hour ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But Am I Wrong?
As If People Don't Bother To Stop And See.
They All Act Like Life Is Anon.
I Write Down My Feelings,
Keep Emotions Inside.
Do People Forget We're Human Beings?
Do Ones Who Care Try And Hide?
The Question Is, What Is A Friend?
Most Likely Somebody Who Will Care Until The End.
But If Nobody Cares Anywhere Near The End,
Are They Saying They Care Out Of Pretend?
This Message Is Harsh, But Yet Again It Is True.
If You Don't Care About Me, Then I Will Stop Caring About You."
haar stoutelingsshe asks me how much i love her;haar stoutelings3 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i answer, "i love you lots!"
she asks me how much i like her,
and i answer, "some."
Positive HighI get so high.Positive High4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Off your smiles.
I feel so alive.
By your laughter.
Roll up the green joy.
Spark it with passion.
Inhale the ambition.
And breathe out happiness.
Surrounded by success.
When I get so high.
Simply is the best.
just a bit pretentiousi.just a bit pretentious6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
my chai tea is bio
fair trade down to the cinnamon
and maybe that makes up for the way
I do my groceries
we're all a bit pretentious
(c'est à la mode,
say, your favourite author is Kafka?
A realistic ideology:They sit on their horses high and sip tea from china cups,A realistic ideology:11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
made from our hands, but of course so much finer.
In their shirt and ties that scream out the same pieces of paper used to buy their tux,
As the claim to know us, the “ones who can’t afford to buy designer”.
Isn’t it a shame to live in a place where what we make we cannot have,
but rather its given to some other to abuse.
How everything has a value, but it’s just the price tag,
and how everything has to have that tag, without it it’s no use.
They talk through the glass screen claiming to be just like you,
or is it that you should be more like them?
In their private cars, talking from designer smiles, your eyes to the screen like glue,
hypnotising you with ideologies, sinking fangs into your mind, ready with their venom.
But when you sleep at night, do you long for something much more,
do your legs become restless and mind wander to places new?
Places you want to see, and the faces that you
What Makes A WordWhat Makes A WordWhat Makes A Word17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words are an interesting subject.
A song can make somebody cry.
A speech can push a person to action.
A sentence can make a day or break a life.
But words are worthless.
They have no power over us, nor can’t guide our actions.
Instead, the power comes from whatever stock the listener puts in them.
The emotion a person associates with a word is more powerful than the word itself.
A song can make somebody cry because they stuff the lyrics with personal memories and ideals.
A speech can push a person to action because they imbue the words with thoughts of hope and strength that they cannot bear to find within themselves.
A sentence can be life-changing because the word’s meaning is magnified by the emotions relating between the two people, be they friend or foe.
Words have power because we give them power. We fill them to the brim with all the feelings, experiences and trust that we acquired over the course of our lives.
The strength a word has all boi
beautifulif you feel worthless, don't give in, when you feel hopeless, don't stay down, you may not wear a crown, you may not have money, you may not think you are funny. you may feel that no one cares, but you are wrong, stay strong. stand your ground and one day your hope will be found. you cant let others voices beat you, you always have choices. others may hate you, but to yourself you must remain true. there is always someone out there who wants to help you. what you should know is that you are beautiful, what you are going through, chances are someone else is too. but if you stay strong, you don't give up and you face the challenges ahead, you will be rewarded, it may take decades, but it will be will worth it and make the victory sweeter. we are all beautiful, and we all have challenges, but we must face them and be strong, there is no shame in asking for help, it is really a sign of strength. no matter where you go, or who you are, you are beautifulbeautiful20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This