Where my corpse is foundAs I lay here,Where my corpse is found23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the guest room's bed,
My grandmother exchanges the oxygen
for the delectable scents of cinnamon, sugar, candy.
She does this through the magic of baking
Gingerbread Men, Gingerbread Houses, Yule logs, Candy Canes.
While I smell my cruel ex-boyfriend's suffocating tangy cologne.
I hear the laughter of people outside the streets.
Their loud, cheerful voices show the huge smiles on their frost bitten faces.
While my ears hear the bitter melody of arguments.
My parents' failure to stay together as promised in a holy place
caused my lovely imprisonment here at my sweet grandparents' house.
Through the slight opening of my door and through the windows,
Color penetrates the Darkness I have worked hard to create.
One usually embraces the Illuminating Decorations.
While I lie down here to reminisce my friends
Who are Traitors;
Proof of their conniving betrayal was the broken art project
of A Christmas Star
sitting alone on the floor.
People at this time feel w
Painif I could get into your headPain6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
just for a couple of minutes
to see to feel
what it is like
not to feel the daily pain
I keep on drowning with
if I could kiss your lips
without the fear of time
running out while we're in motion
I would gladly jump straight into it all
please give me a chance darling
please look me in the eye when I say
I've never before felt more dead
than this very day
o.oMy dreams begin to wilt on a summer’s eveo.o7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life begins to grow with infected disease
Smiles form on funeral grounds grieve
Where has life gone that once passed with ease
Power slips with struggles of a tight grasp
Weakness grows with strength pass
Orgasms throb with the bite of sickly asp
Chaos reigns with bipolar mass
Shit for SaleI was holding a signShit for Sale22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Heart for Sale"
But no one was buying
Went out of business
"Shit for Sale"
Everyone was buying
No one realized
It wasn't a new product
I Am WithoutI am the faithful,I Am Without14 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Without a faith.
I am the believer,
Without a creed.
I am the lover,
I am the lonely,
Without being alone.
I am the smiling,
I am the hopeful,
I am the waiting,
CreasesLike paper,Creases42 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
when a heart is
as a letter
(it's pointless to see
how formal you
try to make it seem,
it's still very heart-breaking);
no matter how many times
to straighten it
there will always be
such as the creases
on the corners of a frown.
There should be
found near the eyes
(your eyes are much brighter today, dear)
that are created from too much
and the heart
should be folded
into little paper stars.
Hey, Listen. Do You Smell That?Not everyone can write wellHey, Listen. Do You Smell That?6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Others can’t even speak
But open up your eyes,
Because everyone can see
Sure, there are the blind,
But they can still imagine
They can try to figure how
The world looks by touch
But then some can’t feel
They guess what fur or sandpaper feels like
They don’t know hot or cold
As if they’re living life through a bubble
Could you imagine being born without taste?
To not know that you don’t like something until it’s down the front of you?
To not know the taste of a lovers’ lips,
Or lemonade on a hot day?
The nose is often overlooked
While you wouldn’t understand the high
From a morning blueberry muffin,
There is also no foulness to give a headache
To never hear music,
Many wouldn’t go on
Yet many do,
Their signs dancing as music unheard
Just because something’s not there,
Hey, shh, listen. Do you smell that?
Feel or taste that?
Hear or see that?
hidden to the eye of the beholderWe searchhidden to the eye of the beholder8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
for something in ourselves,
that everyone around
can see so
Diaghilev DepartsYes, a single life, so much fought for, so much accomplished.Diaghilev Departs12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Within that single life how many deaths, how many resurrections?
I might say that I alone created an original culture
for a frenetic, ecstatic age. So long ago it seems now,
I surrounded myself with adepts of the dance,
found composers to devise miraculous scores,
visionary craftsmen of colour and form provided a new world
for our dance to fill. Between us we built temples,
palaces of spectacle and sensation, we prepared banquets
to re-energise the most jaded, the most conventional palates.
This will be the finale, in this city both gilded and rotten
I will leave all my pasts behind. At last I have arrived
with no luggage beyond my death. Here is final port
of embarkation now that my journey has reached its end
When my coffined corpse is rowed across the lagoon
I shall have no further fear of the sea. I can imagine
my spirit consumed already in the radiance of the setting sun..
Von Aschenbach arrived at this poin
CourageGrow strong sweet child and grow wise,Courage17 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Let no more tear-drops stain your eyes,
Watch daily triumphs as they unfold,
Keep your heart warm when all else seems cold,
A beautiful soul will always shine,
Through doubt and pain, and troubled times,
Each day you awaken, seek something new,
Your courage and love will carry you.
Nelson MandelaAfrica's childNelson Mandela12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and father to earth
no amount of money
can sum up your worth...
A warm smile
you wore from birth
helps ease the worry
of what I've heard...
You lived for the ideal
and you made it real.
and a father to earth
taught not to worry
no matter the worth...
By Mark Francis Williams - 08/12/2013
Brother of MineFight the fight worth living for, brother,Brother of Mine2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you're so tired of being dead;
Take back your soul from a dancing devil
And let us become angels.
You're just like me;
You're a god they all forgot about
In the absence of lovely -
But you're made of nothing but the shadows.
Tired eyes and a fallen knight,
You count the days with tick marks on your skin.
But read beneath the ashes you've left behind
And see those people who wait to die.
Dare to look inside of me and
See the rubble you've left of my soul.
Raise the flags of the death you've created
And don't dare to write goodbye.
now here's to you, tomorrowDear you,now here's to you, tomorrow3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is just to say that you are beautiful;
that the earth you stand upon is as old as time
and you are not, for you are simply a moment
a star shining sand speckled pillar of brilliance
for which we make up stories to tell our children.
I, too, began the journey of scholarhood ripe with
(me with engineering marvels & ideas from the moon
& big shoes to fill),
perhaps too many
good intentions, a loaded spark rather than a
breathing ember, looking up & out for the scorching
radiance that lay just below the skin;
This is not to say that yours will bear any likeness to
mine or that you are governed by any relevant principles,
only that we share more than you might thi
I never used to say the whole truth to anyonethere are times,I never used to say the whole truth to anyone3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
some times, when I miss you.
Even if you're just 30 blocks away (a little more, maybe)
I could take a bus and see you again,
but I still miss you. Like I got used to things being
the way they're not any more.
I used to never say the whole truth.
I think I learnt it from someone,
that if you keep something to yourself, just a sliver, maybe nonesense,
that tiny bit of knowledge gives you power.
If I think about it now,
it's a silly kind of power.
staying up late when everyone thinks you're sleeping.
The thing is I don't want that with you,
when you're away, doesn't matter how far, you're away enough.
I don't want stupid bracketed information to make that further.
Truth is, I still keep many secrets from people around me
because I'm still childish and what,
maybe I'll never change.
Except. Except with you,
because I sometimes remember what it was like to miss you,
and sometimes I still miss you,
But though you know it I
Rejected WisdomIgnorance speaks asRejected Wisdom4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The off-beat music
To a flat tune.
Drowning out any intellect
Shaping the blissful
State of everyone's wishful thinking.
Wisdom is then
The rejected talent
Of which the scouts
Disregard without giving
Any effort, thought, or a chance.
The foolish receive
The record label of
Public approval and delights.
Thought is deceived
While the lagging of
Gains further exposure.
Perhaps the rebirth
Of knowledge will speak
Into life once more.
Song of First Snowfall (Draft 2)I fell in loveSong of First Snowfall (Draft 2)11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the boy at the bus stop this morning
who dropped his gloves
on the sidewalk
to freeze his fists in side-of-the-road snow
and throw snowballs into the wind
just to watch them float away
as though contributing to the storm.
I fell in love with him,
and I don’t know why.
All I know
is the air is filled with music
and this boy is the bassline.
When he said hello,
I thought it was to me;
no one else was around
but for the street and the snow and the sky.
But when he yelled at the top of his lungs
at the street the snow the sky,
I realized that to him,
I wasn’t even there.
He yelled to be part of it all:
the whispering wind,
the crunching footsteps
and grumbling cars.
It was to cling to the storm’s teeth
and say: Hello,
I am here.
He looked at me, whispering,
Isn’t it beautiful?
And I nodded
scooping up some side-of-the-road snow
and listening as it whistled through the air:
a perfect melody to his basslin
masks The masksmasks14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
As people get to know you
They will get to know a hollow mask of you
And the armor you use to hide yourself
Hiding behind a wall of lies and denial
They will never know you
But as you get really good friends
They will see in the chinks of your armor
They will see the real you and they will use that
They will betray you and you will fear that
We all wear a mask and we all regret taking it off
Or even showing chinks in our armor
People wear those masks and armor
People wear them because they are afraid
Afraid of judgment and people......
They are right.
- Mark Calhoun
SmokeStanding in the rain,Smoke17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where chaos rules in curls of smoke,
A slow decay creeps under my skin,
Speaking of loneliness,
Awareness of loss,
Frailty, fragility, vulnerability,
Feeling 'the within'.
The core of mankind, is distressed,
A mirror world broken into shards,
The symmetry of us all, twisted contortions,
My heart is torn,
The world is a patchwork of countless visions,
There's no reason to ignore that,
I have my own beside,
I hold my breath; I breathe in deep,
And sorrow endures,
I would gladly relinquish this habitual slavery,
To the nicotine stained life.
Although I cannot lift other weights so easily,
My soul believes it is already dead, used up,
For inside there is a frightened world,
While some other external plan moves about me,
Relentless and blind to the shape of its own wounds,
We are each and every one of us;
Society inflicted scars,
I see myself a virtue of patience,
To the eventuality, and inevitability,
The ingrained notion,
It's okay to feel th
SleeplessSticky sweet lullabies under the watchful guard of nightmaresSleepless19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where twisted memories crawl from every corner on spindly legs
Watch out child, the shadows on the wall whisper
The dripping cold liquid inside, the glassy eyes above and below
A painted mural of coal and dead fields
A shattering across the sky, a crack between worlds help aloft on a silver web
How can you live a life where each day is a coin toss?
Heads has cracked its skull, and tails has turned and fled
But drip, drip, drip, and the river runs down
They always come crawling back in the end
On bloodied knees, on crooked limbs, on skin stretched taught on brittle bones
I played my heart like a drum once
But mostly I just eat it raw these days
The tongues dripping black paint are leaving holes in the walls
And the holes never do seem to close
Alight on crystal dragonfly wings, you told me a lie so sweet I thought it to be true
My hell is this place, carved from my own bones, a golden wire through my ribs
They say the sky is
okYour company and kindnessok1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
is getting to me,
because I don't deserve it, because I am guilty.
What would you do if you find out I wasn't who you thought I was?
What if you found out I was really was one of the worst of them?
What if you found out I'm not a good person, but I try to be but I'm doing something stupid?
What would you say if I couldn't speak anymore?
I don't want you to be worried, but that happens sometimes.
I won't allow myself.
I hope you all know that I am a hypocrite and I do not practice the words I speak.
I hope you all now that I tried to help you even if I can't keep it up.
I hope you all now I am not really as strong as I make myself out to be.
I think you should leave me if I become boring and whiny because that is what people do sometimes. I think you should leave me if I'm bad for you in anyway.
But just understand I'm not a good person.
And I am being selfish.
I don't stop doing nothing, and i don't stop the wrong I do.
I am wrong.
This is wrong.
GossipWhispering campaigns gust through dirty linen,Gossip18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something flesh, is hung out to dry,
You, us, or them,
Pegged, tethered, tar and feathered,
Fallible, cracks in the concrete swallow,
Hollow out all meaning,
Blinkered, fickle and weak,
By anecdote, side-note and back-handed remark,
Multifaceted; people fascinated,
By trash headline hysteria,
Sick for the thrill of another hard-luck tale,
Hard wired to ride the wave,
Not ours to judge, though we must! We absolutely must!
This topic is for sale,
The winner forms best argument and reasoning,
On another persons business,
Another life on parade, in the stocks, ego-knocked,
Nose out of joint,
Another body of words to gossip about,
Returning conversation to some idle point of interest,
Till din dies down and fashion shifts,
Shelved; forgotten for a while,
Grown boring and tiresome,
Till a new hot topic sets us up with new ammunition.
To fly everywhere and hit nothing,
But something flesh is hung out to dry,
You, us or them.
Ah,Kids These DaysI don't want these vegetables, so don't give them to me.Ah,Kids These Days3 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I don't want your orange carrots, or your smushy green peas.
Don't you dare come near me with that plate full of lettuce
Because I'd much rather prefer water melon wedges.
But I know that these greens make you grow strong.
They make me taller, sky-scraper long.
So, give me a plate and I'll promise to try
To eat these vegetables and not to cry.
But hey, they aren't so bad.
I think radishes could be the next fad.
So, eat this broccoli and tell me what you think
These miniature trees that put you on the brink
Of either loving them, or throwing up in the sink.