Antisocial AntsWe are all antsAntisocial Ants18 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We are all antisocial
We can't talk
And there is no point for thoughts
We use social networks
Just to prevent contact with each other
We never will understand everybody
Because we are all different
We just look all the same
Thanks to the dressing code called fashion
We do not talk about injustice
Because we don't accept anything, besides money
There is no way to deny the truth...
So look away in shame
Die AloneI take apart her heartDie Alone12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
car crash on an empty roadit happened beforecar crash on an empty road1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in modern art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
on perspectivea photographer’s staggering down the street that june morning,on perspective15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
raucous beautiful anarchist, tongue tied with whiskey
awaiting. nothing more than a white noise muted to
the foreground of city streets, a gem tatterdemalion in the making
no more than a blasphemous love letter to our darling, perspective.
See Through YouHow do you allow for your own eyes to see through you?See Through You3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reflections hold no meaning,
when the image cascading back, is just your own ghost.
What unworldly realm did you get lost in?
I remember the touch of white glass, pale skin on your brow.
It shattered so easily, with such a soft touch,
if only the touch you felt, was only the love.
But sheets of burning skin, you have now.
This avalanche of you came crashing down quickly.
It was your emotion not your voice;
that started the cosmos to implode inside you.
Each star died out, and they all winked before they died.
It was this bi-polar you, who had split into two.
Through mitosis you defined your real you.
If only the other half could have been saved,
or maybe it’s lost and stored away?
I want to allow you, to see the person you are to be.
But,no mirror I show you could ever speak true to your own face.
Perhaps one day, your true self will stay.
But for now,
you allow your own eyes to see through you.
in fond memory of 2011do you remember the summerin fond memory of 201120 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
we spent, windows down,
walking the dog whenever
it pumped through the speakers
we pissed off all the neighbors that year
there was nothing
that could put us to sleep
together we ran this whole damn town
Theme Prompt - ForgottenLeft by the waysideTheme Prompt - Forgotten11 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Forgotten by time and man
A useless burden
In the maddest of mindsCreativityIn the maddest of minds11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the maddest of minds
Is like flowers
In the highest of trees
Though you have to want to reach
Or you'll never see
In the maddest of minds
Is like harvesting the crops
That you wish you had planted
It's a convenience
It's for you
Or anyone to enjoy
RelativityLooking in the mirrorRelativity2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
through the mirror
seeing a stranger,
My chest swells and my heart lurches
This girl isn't me, not at all
She looks like someone
but not me.
A movie star, a homeless person.
Even when I look at photos
no memory comes up
no allowing for the thought that I have a body
Or that the cold of my fingertips,
the throb of anxiety inside my ribs
I see my arm, an armband
A scar, a vein, a ring that has no meaning
But it did, to this girl in the mirror
Even if memory fails
Existence is relative
4-19-14abandoned4-19-142 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
but aren't we all
just alone anyway locked up
inside our own heads five
ways to peer out and
see smell hear taste
feel if someone is
looking back are you
looking inward at
yourself over here
where I am I a
reflection of you
in your mind or a
shadow of me
more than indifferentThe world is self-more than indifferent14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
it will rot,
we are resigned
to a fate
without hope, so
and do your part
by doing my part
Bloody LakeBloody Lake9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In times of dark and despair,
In times of test and trouble,
I refuse to be in this bloody rubble.
I have much at stake,
that is up to take,
and slide in the Devil's wake.
For my friends sake,
I will fight on.
Because he is worthy of this par take,
above my grave, the bloody lake.
Keys and Pedalslean into the pianoKeys and Pedals22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the child trapped
beneath its strings
works another set
of keys and pedals
and plays the
into many worlds
as real as any
to soothe there
what cries here
to save there
what dies here
and our children
our tense tight
are the bright
hope and future
that we used to be
Phone NumbersShe kept calling 911Phone Numbers1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to hear the phone pick up
and have one person in all the world ask her
"What is your emergency?"
She was such a beautiful fool.
To a friend... III was told you wore kilts,To a friend... II15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Named yourself after the colour red--
And of course, you ate fire.
You created explosions, and at least twice a year
Set the night-time beach alight.
I spent time disbelieving this until I met you,
And your pyrotechnic personality.
We spoke in depth, put the world to rights,
(And decided not to burn it all down)
Compared books and heartaches.
Scorched by the sun we drank mead
And I hoped I’d made a firm friend.
Did TheyDid they wait for youDid They15 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with galaxies at their fingertips
did they trace the universe with their eyes and tell tall tales
as they beckoned you closer
did they know you?
or did they drop you off on a barren planet
somewhere between who you were and where they wanted
you came up with a thousand excuses of
why they vanished from this plane
any sign they had loved you burned deep within your soul
the searing pain a remembrance of how they branded their names across your sky
Did they tell you why?
ObscurityI am no more than a kissObscurity2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Last Thursday in the parking lot,
Tasted like a cigarette and shy ashes
And I could have sworn, just once
I noticed him realize to whom her lips belonged.
I am no more than that girl
Cheap clothes. soft hair. unconsidered eyes.
A hole inbetween the stars
I am no more than the tinge of dusk in the sky.
And later he asks, tell me,
Do you sleep alone? But
As I’m lying in the bedroom
Counting the nights with eyes
Well, I know
I don’t belong.
The Clouds.I wake up to the sound of the birds,The Clouds.5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grab my first cup of coffee, sweet to my tongue.
I take a step outside,
Nice and warm, just how I like it.
"Good morning, sweetheart. How are you doing today?"
She smiles at me, warm caresses on my face,
"I'm doing just fine today, thank you."
I sit on the porch and just stare at her radiant beauty,
She's one of the most complex things I've ever laid eyes on...
She changes every minute of every day,
Her appearance is never the same.
I spend all my time just looking up to her,
If I could, I would spend my entire life just watching her fly by every day and night.
She is the purest form of perfection.
ChangeOnce, there was a girl.Change8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
She dressed in pastel pinks and light purples.
She had endless optimism.
She hated blood, violence, and gore.
She was surprisingly mature.
She participated in dance groups and ballet sessions.
She was kind and loved by everyone.
She could put a smile upon your face.
She hides her true personality, opinions and thoughts, scared of what others will think..
She is gone.
Now, there is a girl.
She dresses in dark blues and blacks.
She is painfully realistic.
She is perfectly okay with blood, violence, or gore.
She is amazingly immature despite her quiet personality.
She participates in every sport you can think of.
She is rude and people feel disdain around her.
She makes you realize the painful truth, no matter how much it hurts.
She doesn't hide her true personality, thoughts, or opinions, not scared of what other people will think.
She is here.
The most intoxicating drink is an ideaA good drink flows into your throat like a fluid spiderThe most intoxicating drink is an idea12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It bubbles up to your mind
And it allows you to forget your existence.
A good drink allows you rest, and think easily
It allows you to rest and forget about tomorrow
And it allows you to take a break from action.
A good idea invades your brain like siren’s melody
It rests in the dark abyss of your conscious mind
And not only makes you think, but it changes the way you see the world around you.
A good idea makes you look at everything in a different light
It sticks in your body and reminds you every single day
And makes you alter the course of your existence so you can do something about it.
A good drink keeps you up for a night
A good idea keeps you up for the rest of your life
Call it rightWatching her move yourCall it right17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyes are haunting over her
Whilst your mind already
Sees her falling into
Your arms that savely grab her
She calls you
Her victim of infatuation
You call her
Your object of lust
And you both agree to
Agree on falling
Together on the ground into
Each others's arms
Haunting, catching, breathing
Hard to call it
Some wonderful sex.
ChancesThere once was an old manChances23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he would often sigh
and glance out the windows
as if he were waiting for someone.
When night would fall,
the old man would saunter off to his room
only to appear by the windows in the morning.
There once was a teenage boy
and he would often sigh
and watch attentively out the windows
across the street to the house where a lovely girl resides.
When night would fall,
the teenage boy would whisper to himself
There once was a young boy
and he would often giggle
and gaze out the window
up to the sky and down to the ground.
When night would fall,
the young boy would hang up his drawing
and dream of the stars.
The Moon's GirlThe girl who danced by the light of the moon,The Moon's Girl1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
people said she died all too soon.
"Her footfalls will be missed,"
"Her singing was like a nightingale,"
"Excuse me, sir, but it is you I hail.
Never once did you watch her dance,
you never allowed it to put you into a trance.
Her singing was a trifle,
for while she sang of peace you polished your rifle.
You never saw how her feet bled
as she danced on the rocks that were also her bed.
You never saw her tears
throughout all those years
when she was alone,
that she would be played once again."
"And who are you to say?" they ask me.
"I am someone who watched, and understood.
I am someone who saw, not only her good,
but the fear she kept deep inside
where she tried to hide."
"So do you not mourn her death?" they mutter accusingly.
"Yes," I say, "I do mourn her death,
but since she was not appreciated,
I say that for the girl who danced by the light of the moon,
her death could not have come