WonderlandWhen I was little, I knew Wonderland.Wonderland23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Logic was faulty and rules were no more.
Up was down; down was up.
That was how it constantly was.
Fish swam in the air and drowned in water.
Worries were small and dreams were big.
One fell up until they reached the clouds,
Which were then used for soft beds and pillows.
Gender was an unnoticed trait.
Everyone was blind.
Everyone could see.
There were no expectations to uphold.
I was happy.
Then I woke up-or fell asleep-
Into a world with war and prejudice and plague.
I wondered then, and I do now…
Was Wonderland not the real world?
Jade DragonJade of skinJade Dragon13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fire of breath
Black of eye
Gold of heart
Skin of steel
Flight of bird
Craving of meat
Remains of none
Traces of any
Loss of time
Last of kind
The MeteorologistHailstones cause havocThe Meteorologist22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your daydream; order
your thoughts before the sun
hits on the moon.
Caress me with your lightening
that streaks the thunder's darkness:
blow kisses through lips of winter
that make me yearn for your summer...
...and if the rain decides to soak
your heart; dry
yourself with ancient mysteries
that to me are dead, simple.
to cobblestone hutsI imagine a castle, humble in its hillside perch,to cobblestone huts16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
where lost boys whistle loudly and smoke cigarettes on the front step to try
and forget that we are growing more petrified every single day.
Nothing is permanent, all we can do is build statues and pray
that we will never forget what it was that they stood for—
let me be a home, you said, a bed that keeps you coming back at night;
for some of us, home is just a concept we write about
to remind ourselves we still belong;
a house is not a home is not a tombstone or brick oven,
is not a tree stump in the backyard we drive our nails deeper into
is not a mausoleum draped in plastic flowers is not eternal,
or biodegradable, is not the weight of the bodies it holds inside.
My greatest fear is that we will spend all of our time building a house
no one will ever want to live in
in you, I wanted to die a thousand times,
I wanted to be filled with something more than emptiness
in you, I have never lived so loudly, never woken up
at the crack
Heart and SoulIm in tune,as my heart swoons,it skips a beat as i look to the moonHeart and Soul15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its inspiring and keeps me desiring for change
my soul was just a blip on my own radar screen,my days started off with my spirit starting to scream
It wasnt a dream,as much as i wished that is was,i couldnt see reality clearly because i had no real perspective
As i have been growing i have changed my objective,i have gained strength from the information i have gathered
My viewpoint is subjective according to the information i apply,but i cant deny that life has pried open my proverbial 3rd eye
I see you,and now i allow you to see me,into me as i have always seen through you,into your heart that has always been so blind
Im open,and without hoping for anything,there isint a string to be pulled by,but a thread that connects us
To each other and the world,im not finished,im just getting started,healed up mostly no longer feeling incomplete or broken hearted
CancerI remember the time that you touched the starsCancer10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stark white, skin-tight; they hit you too hard
With a splintered cry, falling from sulfurous Mars
And the Fates ran screaming back into the dark
I remember the sound
The thrum and the pound
I remember the morning you woke in blood
When the lies in your eyes were unbearably rough
And the marks of the hypocrite far from enough
'Til you wept as Moses e'er fires and flood
I remember your song
You thought you were strong
I remember much further than Man ever dreams
You forced out your flesh, and I wept at the screams
The soul and the sorrow to memory clings
A light in the night, like Insanity, beams
I'll remember your cry
'Til the day I, too, die
Dream slopeI never thoughtDream slope22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd be the one
to slip down that slope,
but then again
dreams are all
dangling from a rope.
I can't control
the direction of
the wind, or the power,
still your face
visited me in
my darkest hour.
Maybe the wind
or someones hand
pushed the dream at you,
maybe it was
the one I thought I knew.
MouseOne who seesMouse19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
More death than
But Sadness, and
And weak to
Those he cares for.
Suffering through tears
And fearing the blood
Shed by others.
The Ideal ManThe Ideal ManThe Ideal Man8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dictated by Puabi
What kind of man is the ideal man?
Every woman alive wants to know.
For Puabi, he will stay sound and safe.
He will never go on long hard campaigns
To fight in foreign lands.
He will never try to make her cry.
He will dry her tears carefully when she cries.
He will embrace her warmly in his arms
And vow to love her forever.
What to say, what to do, when she meets him?
"Oh, my beloved, I love you now and forever!"
The fence in my yardThere’s a fence in my yardThe fence in my yard21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My father taught me to build
With a gate in the front
And a back strong-willed
Where the inside and outside
Love and hate of the world collides
Just like my face
It has two sides
One of welcome and safe inclusion
One of absolute defiant seclusion
Both built to last paid with sweat
Nails driven with pounding regret
But isolation has left this yard alone
The laughter of my children echo no more
Because as they all matured
They walked out the door
BeliefI believed youBelief12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you told me you loved me
When you acted above me
When you said bad things of me
I believed you
When you said it wouldn’t hurt
When you claimed the use of force
Wasn’t getting any worse
I believed you
If you told me the world revolved around you
If you told me the lies you said were all true
The little girl that was I
Would have believed you
I believed you
When you took me by the ear
When you told me not to fear
You said you’d always be here
And I believed you
If you told me your words were God-inspired
If you told me you were a saint from on high
The little girl that was I
Would have believed you
So now my world’s been turned upside-down
And my beliefs all shaken around
And I ask for answers but don’t hear a sound
And now, well I wonder now…
If you told me I was in the devil’s spell
And for running away I would go to hell
Would tell you to go to hell yourself
twilighttwilighttwilight14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The whisper of
The sun sinking
into a darkening
Clouds igniting in
an unearthly glow.
SandIt was a lovely summer day.Sand17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunrays hung in the air.
I took a walk down to the lake,
Three miles to get there.
My mind was filled with troubles past,
And troubles yet to come.
I thought them through, from first to last,
And hated every one.
With angry steps I soon arrived.
My legs were stiff and sore.
I saw the happiness that thrived
In people on the shore.
I walked like one condemned to die
Through the happy faces,
Shadowed and sad, an ugly blight
Past their brighter places.
Finding myself an empty spot,
I sat in the wet sand,
And gathered handfuls, as I thought
To shape them in my hand.
Tall and immense, a castle rose,
Like palaces of lore.
Tiny rocks became mighty stones
And stood guard at the door.
As I built, I saw in my mind
The details of the land.
All the ideas I could find
I worked into the sand.
So I sat upon the beach, wan and sad,
Fighting against the emotions I had.
I had one more arch to complete,
Atop the western wall.
But each time I finished the feat
It would crumble
Cure for InsomniaThis is the road to nowhereCure for Insomnia17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not moving
But I wish the train would come soon
Thoughts trembling in a lousy room
What did she do?
Why did I say so?
Staying still is not enough
Even if I want to
I can't stay here
The silence settles in
I hope it would stay
Till I fall down
And the bereft sun smiles at moon
And the hasty moon stands up
And the morning is yet to come
Lights giving in
The strained eyes twitching
Behind the blinding curtains
After DestructionThe empty streetsAfter Destruction6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is all I see,
In this dark
And lonely place.
The shattered buildings,
Which are useless now
Is all that is left
Caused by humans.
Belongings which are
Scattered all around,
Is all that is left
From the memories
Of fallen people.
Why do we
Tend to destroy
Everything that we
Why couldn't we
Leave the war
As a last resort?
ConfusionWho The Hell Are YouConfusion17 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Where Am I And Who Am I
Who Are You Again?
I've Set Foot on a SatelliteI've set foot on a satellite,I've Set Foot on a Satellite9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With smooth washed walls of white and gray.
Everything seems a 100 foot tall,
And a 100 feet away.
I'm walking among the giants,
And I find myself asking, "Who are they?"
For when I'm in their presence,
They don't speak what I expected them to say.
I'm sleeping among the stars,
But not yet close enough to touch the sun.
I lay restless in black velvet,
Why don't I feel like I've won?
I've set foot on a satellite,
With windows that picture the black.
Everything seems so out of place,
Is it too late to turn back?
Let me InLet me InLet me In3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is amusing for me, I know it’s true
I had nought promised to me, so what did I do?
I turned on my concubines, ending all that began
This castle I left behind, this providence from which I ran
All of the signs spell it out, that I can’t win
They’re permanently precise, my mistress is sin
I’ve known myself for far too long
If life is a dirge, death is a psalm
I think I adore the precious pain
Locked outside, in the pouring rain
I’m the bitter man with the muted voice
I could have won, but I made my choice
I’ll hide my mask with my fabricated disgrace
Just on the cusp of finishing last in my own race
This is my life, constantly on the run
Will I circle back for my castle when I’m done?
*Yesterday the tiny bird flew through the air,*10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
today they ripped off his wings.
(I think the envy was just unbearable)
TwinrovaTwo-faced trickster goddess,Twinrova17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
fingers reached to infinity as
two-toned doppelgangers spread
around Her like fractions of
Sly lips and viper
tongue flick from
Chelsea grins and wicked
and slow-dance Sundays make
for curled up
Sultry smiles and
alabaster arms wrap around
thin waists and even thinner
One Tuesday afternoon,
Her therapist asked Her to
"describe Herself using adjectives",
to which She shot the
(And for all-intensive
woman a watery
And asked her,
"what answers is it you
"I come in many
each a different facet
"So how do you view
yourself right now?"
She didn't hesitate
in answering her.
Arms wrap around
as tears streak down
Not a sound is made.
"There are six different
parts of myself...
Deep sea Girl.my life has been a series of up and drowns,Deep sea Girl.1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
more so drowning,
than rising to the surface,
feeling the sweet, and warm sunrays.
but i suppose drowning isn't so bad,
it's not like i was alone or anything,
sinners and paranoiacs drown with me,
we keep eachother company.
they're my friends,
but sometimes my friends seem to float up to the surface,
i can hear their cackles and laughter.
i yearn to join them,
but i cannot.
i pull at my chain that encircles my waist,
like a constrictor,
what was that man's name?
begging for him to free this girl,
i try to reach for my Friends,
but by the time i get the strength..
why must i be cursed to be such an outcast?
though surrounded my so many other outcasts?
but i guess drowning isn't so bad,
i see the sun too,
it's just colder and blue-er than i remember,
as i am pulled down by,
what was this being's name?
oh, who will sav
Bird BrainsImagine if you will.Bird Brains1 day ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
One thousand, thousand birds,
A deafening cacophony of fluttering wings.
Each bird is a thought from your head.
And Imagine if you will,
You gatta look up,
And try and find and grab a thought,
So you can tell others what you think.
But all you can manage
Is a few feathers.
Of what could be a beautifully constructed sentence.
So it doesn't make sense.
Not to you,
Not to who you're talking to.