It's okay to be differentFitting in's a trap:It's okay to be different20 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
they put you inside the box,
and then close the lid.
Nightly DemonsWhen I was little,Nightly Demons4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to run up the stairs,
To evade the demons that lurked in the darkness.
Afraid that they’d devour my limbs,
But they’ve since migrated into my head,
Some nights, I still lay in bed fearing for my life.
I see myself smirking in the mirror,
Holding a knife to my throat.
Others times, I’ve been thrown into holes
By Shadowy figures
Only to find
That I’ve been digging my own grave.
Being Raised TodayGod raised youBeing Raised Today4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Satan taught you
And the world
The end (acrostic)Through this life we sufferThe end (acrostic)6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heading towards the void
Enduring pain along the way
Ending life early is no solution but
Nothng can prevent death
Dealing with it is all we can do
Poor Wooden Puppymy poor wooden puppyPoor Wooden Puppy5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
has a leash
nailed into his throat
has no say
in what the other end
gets wrapped around
or tied to
and when we
walk and run
we roll, tangled
both as likely
to go backward
the where and when
bumps of where
we've already been
(or have we?)
his wooden nose
truth is, puppy
this world really is
its motors and belts
within everyday life
bodies and buildings
behind us, because
only what we want
and no one truly
Useless effortI try to change the worldUseless effort2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I can't even change
My own life
And so I'm sentenced
(Un)RestrainedYou weep like a bird caught in a cage(Un)Restrained4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
but your wings are not bound
and no bars corral you, it is time
you leapt free-- grasp to life
like a starving creature clutches
the first buds of springtime.
The world is all a-blossom;
it is calling out for you to fly
and you must, you must unfold
in a burst of glorious plumage
there are no more moments left
for wreathing yourself in loneliness,
like dawn mist envelops and smothers
the early stillness of morning.
Your chrysalis is complete,
peacock child, and your heart
beats with the wind. Listen,
listen: spread wide your arms
and embrace the cosmos inside you;
you were never a lonesome eagle,
but a phoenix awaiting
huntthe rats are fat enoughhunt4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
to die happy
and this is where
I should be:
a dirty screen and light.
the weak, thin music
you hear in waiting rooms,
in bed, face up,
alone enough to find lust
this morning I bought
a loaf of bread-
and reflections of the lights
limped across the plastic.
I left, went home.
found twin peaks on tv
and watched strange people have
after an hour or so I
turned off the tv,
turned on the light
went upstairs, without
the sun was down
under a blanket
and I am the sun.
I lay face up
and plan out ways
to slay the night.
Universe In My MindAn endless mindUniverse In My Mind3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To which it knows no limit
I escaped, leaving reality behind
In this new world, I no longer felt timid
The comets passing above head
The moon beneath where I stepped
To a world of imagination I fled
And among the stars I slept
I drifted away, to a universe of its own
Dreaming of the sun bathed in gold
Exploring further, I delved deep into the unknown
Seeking for what my imagination will behold
An infinite galaxy, I was a star among billions
Words painted a picture to my vision
I drifted to reality, left only with a gift worth giving
To a Curbside Womanstretching her legs overTo a Curbside Woman2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sidewalk beneath the
overpass, ankles crossed
feet wearing dirt like socks
but her dress feels like silk
and her hands hold each
other like puzzle pieces
This is enough for her
This is enough
for her. This is
enough for her
i want my casket open, pleasehe asks me why i haven'ti want my casket open, please3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
picked out my casket
i ask him why he needs to
speed up the inevitable.
kristen, he says
sometimes you need to see
to get rid of the blues,
i shake my head but grab
a ticket anyway-
get in the line that stretches
all the way down
(never really have been good with peer pressure)
Bitlets 138I feel as if I'm barred from love;Bitlets 1385 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
this barrier I have established
establishing my asexuality.
My mind wanders linearly
(if she fucked me would I feel it?)
and at right angles
(if he fucked me would I care?)
and at the speed of thought
where I don't know
how to slow me down
I was hoping now someone
could show me how
because I've never seen a smile
that doesn't expose a skeleton.
Bitlets 126I am still here however deepBitlets 1261 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
you carry me into the ground.
Decima ItalianaClouds appearing as streaks of pinkDecima Italiana4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Across the cerulean skies
Compel me to employ the ink
Of my pen to poeticize
As the silent beauty of dusk
Fades into the shadow of night
I sense the darkness in my bones
And despite the touch of moonlight
I have never felt more alone
My soul nothing more than a husk
QuietThe quiet is soothing.Quiet1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
The quiet is killing me.
For the love of god,
For the love of god,
Make some noise.
PictureWhat is picture really and who is behind them.Picture2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
A face, a memory, and object or something else.
Well that is a good question.
Some people say a picture contains a thousand meaning.
I would agree with those people.
But their got to be something more then that.
A meaning and not just any meaning.
A meaning that is personally to the owner of the picture.
A picture is not only to be a object but also mean a lot to the owner.
Though you can say any picture mean a lot.
In that instance it won't because selfies and random object taken
Doesn't mean anything.
So what does a picture that means a lot look like?
Why that is a simple question to answer.
A picture like hold memories of great time.
A picture you want to take and keep forever to help you remember those time.
A picture to remember your dead and lost one.
A picture that no other picture can replace.
That is what a true picture can have.
A picture that hold tremendous meaning to the owner.
That is what a picture is all about.
A nothing ca
Faded...BelovedThere was a voice in the back of her headFaded...Beloved2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't lose yourself yet.
But the frontal lobe of her cerebral cortex.
Is a vortex:
It tore her eyes out...yet she still sees.
"Who's that trip-trapping over my bridge?"
The wolf passed over...not under still waters.
And she screams in a still space
With no face:
"You're melting glass...and time will pass."
Crow hovers over tepid seas
"Fell on society...no reaction."
Padded cells for pretty minds.
"Lock her up and throw away the key..."
Achene depths at the bottom of the sea...
ProphecyI'm traveling aboard the sands:Prophecy1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Traveling, trying just to understand...
Wishing I could read aloud Almighty's plan
Like an angel-gypsy would, from mortal hands
Hear the empires of the world in fright,
"God, show us mercy before might!"
Who lights the oil in darkest night,
What spark could make evil take flight?
There's too much terror, too much pain,
Don't want to pulpit-preach ever again,
What shred of comprehension can I claim?
The desire to know everything is just our stain.
muddy sheepsuicide boysmuddy sheep3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
unafraid of dying young
chain smoking vandals
waiting for a reason
trigger happy combustion
to tinder box hearts
half lidded and milky
behind burnt hands
counting on the cancer
running, always running
wrinkles and the like
delicate breast bone left ajar
Life Planwax nostalgicLife Plan1 week ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
polish the now
prep for the future
Enough is EnoughLies reverberate...Gun-shot echoes. Doing time.Enough is Enough2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
the polite thing to domy muse decided on a whim tothe polite thing to do1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
elope with my creativity-
packed their bags and left a
note saying don't
there's been some talk in my
head about others leaving, too-
i'm not surprised when one day i
wake up to an empty room with only
misery for company.
i ask him how the hell everything
got so messed up-
he wallows in himself a couple of years
before hearing the question-
shrugs and says you waited too long
to give up, so we decided
to do it for you.