.a spider weaves.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
his silver lies on my
front door, and i
walk right in;
the flies laugh
A lifeA lifeA life3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Linguistic HonestyLinguistic HonestyLinguistic Honesty2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No vivid imagery necessary for this kind of poetry,
Just stream-of-consciousness, this is simply linguistic honesty.
I have so damn far to go and I know my mind can get the best of me,
That these worries of failure can sometimes drudge up worn insecurities,
Frightened that society’s norms will keep me from where I really want to be,
But I know that if I continue fighting I’ll surely reach whatever life has destined for me.
So even if I love and hate the obstacles in my path, I know I will eventually pass all of these things.
Sometimes though, I just need a little help and she’s the only one I want with me on this wild journey.
And more than anything else, I just really want to be able to say, “Six generations, my little lovely lady.”
the tattoo artist.she finds gems hidden underneath my skin andthe tattoo artist.1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
rips them out with her teeth, the sores
along my arms swelling with pride and red; never
has she wondered if the pain would make me
grit my teeth into powder—no, she knows
i take it like a man takes steak:
raw and tough and bloody, like my fingers
after picking scabs to let some fresh air in; her
words are etched on the point of a needle, and she
is a tattoo artist drilling ink into my body, her lines
thick with moxie: "alive" splayed out across
my wrist, "awake" above my heart—she paints
a vision on my eyelids of an endless sky and
tells me it doesn't belong to me, but that i
can have it; perhaps foolishly,
i believe her every word
Call of the Wildher vulnerabilityCall of the Wild2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
unspoken and primal
free and unknown
through thick, charged silence
patience holds power
to compel and consume
as does his desire
Insanity(Okay, this is a poem I worked on with :iconPUREAWESOMENESS1800: :3)Insanity3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
insanity is just a label,
held on by a piece of tape.
I am not insane,
no matter what they claim to know,
a useless term written on
transparent paper stuck to my back.
I am not insane,
says the voice in my head.
I am not different.
I am just the same as him or her.
the voices in my head are
lulling me to sleep every night,
with the same comforting words,
over and over again, it repeats,
'i'm not insane'
everyone always worried,
because sometimes I talk back,
thanking it for all it's done,
and it's reply,
'i'm not insane'
why must they worry?
is this really not normal?
do they not care what I and the voice say
in defiance to that transparent paper taped to my back?
I am not insane,
for that is what the voice says,
and I, being its only friend,
but with the pokes and prods,
and heavy sedation,
the voice and its words fade slowly.
I am not insane,
the words echo throug
it isn't geniustruth isit isn't genius22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am not your
of ends the means could justify
where words would make
silence beg "bravery
is much like a run-on sentence"
between your left index
finger and thumb when feeling numb,
that will warm you
in the winter, chill your
bones in a summer heat. lonely
dried like petals,
jailed by secrets written
in some guilty tome. prodigy
if they say that i'm a god, then i amstockholm syndrome of theif they say that i'm a god, then i am8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
mind victim to
bodies already self
destructing deducting nothing
out of even the most obvious of evidence
obsessors and influx stressed in
and on the wrong
syllables do you want to know
cradle me here
i am a child i do not know
left from right they do not
coddle me for i cannot
find my hands; they, also
do not exist
--ASSUME EVERYTHING IS POISONOUS!
SOME OF IT IS!
and by that unfurling
porcine and internecine to find
myself and even you
getting drunk on these
fermented fruits in a desperate
bid to forget
who we are: a panic
cheap stores the very sort
of thing that happens
in dimly lit
parking lots knock a few
teeth out while you're
here everybody's clueless
and all i've got is
half a cup of coffee this
sort of thing
you see all the time:
incidentally it has
the sort of thing
you tend to see
in happy people
Nature's GiftsNature's Gifts3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listen to the wind as it howls down the street,
blowing away everything that it meets,
See the flash of lightning as it lights up the night,
giving so many such a terrible fright,
Watch the crash of the waves breaking cliffs as they go,
Nature is more powerful than you'll ever know,
So why with her do we continue to fight,
Taking and destroying like it was our right,
all the wonderful gifts she lays at our feet,
preferring our toys that soon become obsolete,
She provides the world with new life each and every day,
yet we continue to treat her in a despicable way,
like a spoilt child who just can't get enough,
who has forgotten to treasure, cherish and love,
all the things to us that should matter the most,
The earth is our home, we have only one,
so if we destroy it there is nowhere to run
This Is How My Heart BreaksOh wait, it doesn’t.This Is How My Heart Breaks2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
SpeakWhat if there was a world where you couldn't say a word?Speak8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you talked you were to be executed
The ruler prohibits it because of his fear
His fear of the citizens to take on control
His fear of the citizens to shout out to the world
Told the world what was going on
overthrowing him to his death
Only the knights and council were allowed to speak
And yet they knew they lived in fear of him as well
The rebels shan't approve this
The ones who want and will speak will overthrow him
They are the ones who will take a stand against high authority
They are the ones who want themselves and others to be finally heard
They are not afraid to face him alone
They are the ones who will let speech be free
And end this chaotic mess of a social hierarchy
Once and for all.
The question is
will you take a stand
will you speak up
will you join the rebels?
We Deserve More (Than The Meaning of Life)We Deserve More (Than The Meaning of Life)1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I happened to discover
the meaning of life today.
I wrote it down and pondered well
and then threw it away.
In a world so sick and twisted
that being gay is a disgrace,
a clear meaning behind anything
will never have its place.
So I shan't give you a reason
to change the things you say-
because with life's purpose still unknown,
you'll spit out hatred anyway.
And if a time is ever to come
when people can love without fear,
I'll bet a pretty penny, friend,
that life's meaning will be clear.
For hatred clouds delusioned eyes
of those that fear new ways;
though one thing I've learned about this life
is that nothing ever stays.
We deserve more than we're searching for-
this "purpose of all things"?
Life is only what you make of it,
so close your eyes and spread your wings.
thalassophobia complexthere are turitellas in between your lipsthalassophobia complex2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and thin and tiny gastropod shells
i would tell you to speak
but i am those shells you hold in your mouth
i ran for so many years against damp sand
the tide nearly snatched me numerous times
once or twice seaweed slashed out from the waves
and choked itself round my skinny girl wrists
pulling so tight that it left scars
i could show you
if i wasn't so scared you might open them again
Corps De BalletCorps De Ballet2 days ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The rehearsal room,
a piano reciting time,
dancers learning steps
Each must deploy her body
with precision, art and grace.
DFC IV. Alliterisen: Daring DreamsHas your head a daring dreamDFC IV. Alliterisen: Daring Dreams3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Which was once a light, a life, a gleam?
Be it borne on wishful wings
And let the light it boldly brings
Find her foolish heart,
Sink in, planted, soft, depart--
So bravely break the strongest seams.
Muon neutrinoSome number of daysMuon neutrino7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
become one: a thought bound together
by the number of pills I took, 12 on Wednesday,
you forgot Thursday, when God lets his head rest
a blackhole forms,
and you ask for your poems back.
Maybe I took a reflection gold like yours,
a few back hairs, the phone you bought, a German market,
your accent, but my hand was possessed:
I spun a new era,
knocked around plastic bottles
and shattered a dropper. My lines were perfect,
nothing like the fizzy bits of an atom,
when your car never started,
a roach on the nightstand,
my eye imploded,
but I send my poems back.
The ones on napkins, dollars, candy wrappers,
unduplicated sinews of sex, laughter,
or just an amphetamine,
You were always better. And better
is impossible to swallow,
light's always faster,
and when God blinks,
The Briar PipeThe Briar Pipe9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mysteries in small and convenient packages litter remote cabins,
where phone lines come pre-packaged in guillotines,
where people walk onto the stage with pre-fabricated character sheets
while they prepare for their big audition,
where giants walk on tiny people and get disgruntled when the ants bicker,
where clues seem to be outlined in neon lights,
yet were not visible in the minds of the innocent, or even the guilty,
where everything is significant, even the trivial,
where cars that were doomed to fail,
with their suicidal tires and their weeping gas lines,
try to piece together how the others got the best of them yet again,
where two plus two takes a predefined time allotment to calculate,
where no man is an island while the others have oars and leaky boats,
where the doorknob is given an unexplained significance,
where death is accompanies not the inhabitants,
but the ignorant harbingers of justice,
these are the places where knowledge is built from the ground up,
and knocked the
birthearth becomes usbirth1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
so long as we
fix the sky
Velvet TonguesVelvet tonguesVelvet Tongues1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Speak more than lies
If you take the time
To ask for the truth,
And nothing but the truth.
The caress of gentle words
Spoken out of heartfelt love
Strikes deeper, truer
Than the chords
Plucked from a liar’s chest.
The touch of silken lips
Without the reminder
Of calloused lies
Rubbing away the only protection
You will ever have,
Rubbing away the innocence
You have yet to forget.
Dishonesty stains like ink on a heart
Mark the liar with scarlet letters
Reminding all that trust is unearned
When lips twist away from velvet,
Into the arms of razor tongues.
Pumped Full of SugarI’m not too skinny,Pumped Full of Sugar2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not too thin.
A piece of chocolate’s
My long time friend.
It helps me when
The words start burning,
When I go to school,
My stomach churning.
They hate me, it hurts,
But I’ll take a bite.
The sugar helps
To give me might.
It won’t leave me,
Though I’m big and mean.
It stays with me,
Its warm brown gleam.
It cheers me up
And puts a smile on my face,
Though my thoughts and feelings
Are all over the place.
No, I’m not perfect,
But I don’t care.
I have a sweet
So life is fair.
Holding backTo you I am so very kindHolding back3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I've got a demon in my mind
He wants to rip his way out
Tell you what's it all about
See you crying down in pain
I don't know what I'd gain
You'd see the truth at full
Not live your life so dull
I would open up your eyes
That is what my demon tries
But for you I will fight back
I will not let our life crack.
It tries and sometime succeeds
When my body has great needs
My hunger overtakes my will
My tongue does slowly fill
With razor sharpened words
The kind my demons prefers
My tongue its weapon to hurt
Until you fall into the dirt
Your mind broken into pieces
Oh the words it releases
Therefore I always fight
So my true mind can hide
Oh, Sylvia!every man is a conqueror,Oh, Sylvia!3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
every woman a whore
& though we pretend to be extraordinary we are no different
you desired me when i was unattainable; a legend
& i, you, for you were a trophy boy
proof that i was wanted
now we hold each others' shards
single fragments of affection
boasting, lusting, losing
we will forget it all.