IntrovertEveryone's tryingIntrovert2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
to get out of
of their parents-
I'm here trying
to get out of
For There Is A Girl...There is a girl who does not fit in.For There Is A Girl...2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
She couldn't be more different
In the society she was raised in;
She thinks the exact opposite.
She finds it odd that two girls
Cannot dance the way a man and
She finds it odd that those being
Accused of horrible acts are being
Accused by people who have done worse.
She finds it odd that there are
Signs and campaigns for allowing
She finds it odd that being a
Woman means you are weak
And it is an insult to be called
In the society she is in,
She is different.
For there is a girl who does not
Why two people of the same
Cannot marry. Why one group of people
By another that is far worse.
There is a girl that cannot
Why words are offensive or
People use them. She cannot
Why, as a woman, she is not
To wear what she wants without being
If she is white, then she is racist.
If she is black, then she is a criminal.
If she is straight, then she is homophobic.
GameGoing on and onGame2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
All day long
My life is a game
Ending with a sad failure
MusicMusic is the one constant in this world of uncertainty.Music3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Music IIMusic always speaks the words you can't find yourself.Music II3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
We Have No TimeAll we haveWe Have No Time1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is a sliver
Everything we will
Do in life
We all die before we know it
Its a fact of life
And I am already dying
A slow painful death
One year at a time
One month at a time
One week at a time
One day at a time
Then we flatline
On a metal sheet
Buried in the dirt
To think we were born yesterday
Only to die tomorrow
Carpe DiemI fell in love with morningsCarpe Diem3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
but had a love affair with midnight;
It's easier to slip
into the soporific grip
of the nether regions of the night,
to wrestle and grapple and entwine yourself
with the moonlight on your bed,
to succumb to the frivolity that only the screech owls and katydids see,
to delude yourself into believing
that you can stretch time with a rolling pin
Than to rise with the shine
of sunrise through the curtains
and breathe in the sound
of a million things waking
in a cycle a million years old.
There is a ritual to the daylight
that resuscitates the spirit
in ancient instinctual tradition.
There is an unparalleled sense
in the dawn
and in the drowsing cafés and sleep-walking streets,
the sense that the world is calling out in the fog that's still melting into dew
and touching your heart to bid you good day.
But to attempt
to give your body to both
is to stretch yourself
My Love Saysi dream a spine aliveMy Love Says3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
held barely together
its strings shiver
in varied tensions
young hopeful highs
controlled steady middles
to the low
once we've said
everything that's ever
going to matter
it's the range and age
of a lovely luck
and your voice
of lovely and
strength in this
god-blessed a life
by these empty
and the reaction
when they hit
the full of us
it shakes us, like every time
we've broken and forgotten
how we came back
from the time before
and my god says
love your love like it's
the only breath
your heart can breathe
because it is
and my love says
Ethereal Hearing her laughter,Ethereal 4 days ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I try to remind myself
once again she's gone.
you are this halfyou are thisyou are this half2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the rafters
all in rows
along the pavement.
sweating in the sun
are they smiling
I do not know.
I floored a house once
it was hard work.
I installed the fridge
and was zapped
by a wire.
we sang no songs.
just like now,
this night with its
thin and waiting.
moving through the rafters
resting on their side.
the abyss of
the roof that
WonderlandWhen I was little, I knew Wonderland.Wonderland6 days 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?
The Answer is Noneplease excuse the crushingThe Answer is None1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
of this conversation
and i'll forgive the wheeze
as my mind's
pinch your windpipe
all but shut
watch my fading blur
as i step like god
and your heels drag
now you're the one
whose able is unned
dissed and nonned
your ghostlungs, my balloon
floating and bumping
and the whether
of pressure differentials
feels true, against
if god were a mathematicianhe added emotions,if god were a mathematician3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
subtracted the conscience,
multiplied the chances of
divided it into
seven billion people-
and wished us all a blessed day.
they shall not make a soundWe were taught to string words together;they shall not make a sound3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
thoughtless as tying our shoes,
instinctual as breathing.
write them down, sweet child, but do not let them pass your lips
i n s o m n i a ctick tocki n s o m n i a c1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
staring at the clock
both hands slowly mock
"why don't you go to bed?"
"something's wrong in my head"
pillows soak up the tears
sleepless throughout the years
Jade DragonJade of skinJade Dragon5 days 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
to cobblestone hutsI imagine a castle, humble in its hillside perch,to cobblestone huts5 days 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 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 of daw
*Yesterday the tiny bird flew through the air,*5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
today they ripped off his wings.
(I think the envy was just unbearable)
passive-aggressive-and they will feign ignorancepassive-aggressive1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the name of innocence
as they hold torches
behind their backs and
pretend not to see them
fall, into gunpowder ashes
and these mundanely-glorified
houses, go up in flames
as they stand tall and say
'save the innocent dear!
for they stand silent
as the stars; their fire
will never be put out'
The MeteorologistHailstones cause havocThe Meteorologist6 days 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.
-the skeletons in her closet1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
had overflown, and really
wearing a necklace of
her finest idea-
Heart and SoulIm in tune,as my heart swoons,it skips a beat as i look to the moonHeart and Soul5 days 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
(we're all) hopeless wanderers ..............She was nefelibata.....,,,,,,...............(we're all) hopeless wanderers1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
,,,,,,,,,...........a dream cloud walker.....................,,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,,,,....with precious crystalline wings,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
..............to keep her feet.......................................
.....................a few inches above........................