.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
Change this lifeHiding in the shadowsChange this life1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Resisting in secrecy
Trying to find a way
To change this life of misery
The future is unknown
The past is to forget
The present is dull and boring
Is this what life has to offer?
I want to change
And I keep trying
Only to fail miserabily
Every single time
A lifeA lifeA life3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
with gracelover-with grace5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i stimulated the prayers of rib-beat
when i licked the temple of my teeth,
speed pushed my fingers shaped like confessionals
clasped holy, carved my throat to fixing-
lover; i did this for the anthem of your eyes,
the feel of strangled feet crushing the fame of stars
for the glow of streetlight worship, for the moons
of your crooning throat, for the halls of your arms,
the strayed revels of your arms,
lover: you manufactured a god out of the drugs i used
and had me addicted to the divine, to the dignity of music
you pressed in my direction: just what i am, hallelujah,
marijuana, day and night-
lover, i fell in love with your culture
that preached the real definition of dusked kneecaps,
the plea of closeted throats, the whisper of bless,
unlearning how to say please god in borrowed tongue,
i fell in love with your attention, nervous grace
lover. i levied the rubble of my sins
Synesthesia - III have learned not to saySynesthesia - II3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
when your voice burns under my tongue -
learned not to shiver
at the cold of sirens on the street -
learned not to describe
the pricks and strokes and touches.
I have learned that skin cannot hear,
nor ears feel
(whichever it is).
How strange to think:
I may travel all my life
and never find a lover who can hold my laugh in his palms.
Even The City KnowsIs it at all easy?Even The City Knows5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Being by yourself, I mean.
Sitting in a car, on a train, on a bus--wherever you might be now, isn't it hard to be a drifter?
There are no men with newspapers, no women with strollers, no love-crazy teenagers, no annoying toddlers, no anybody.
You stare out the window, like there are people out there, calling your name. The trees are out there, and they've lost all their leaves, all their buds--they've lost everything, just like you.
The sky is out there, and it's gray and colorless, just like you.
The stars are out there, and they're so blown-out-of-proportion, and they're just like you, too.
But the trees, the skies, the stars, they're used to being left alone.
You lack the ebullience of your drink, but it, too, is fading.
Frost has gathered on windows, on the ground, on rivers, everywhere.
Frost comes and goes, just like you, when you finally melt away.
The city draws to darkness and quiet--it disappears, just like you.
But, even frost
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.”
A Freshwater Soulyou didn't dream he'd tear blank walls, whipA Freshwater Soul5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
furled fists, let partly tattered tales slip
early echoes, and allow
the lonely ships to sink, baring bows.
sail sea. river, remove
yourself far forth. prepare to prove
that you can keep a gruelling grip.
to the girl teaching herself to flyShe is trapped by a moonlit mind,to the girl teaching herself to fly1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
come silent in the night.
Surrounded by clouds, she is blind
to barren worlds; their light.
Searching for a sign, she survives,
although she knows she cannot thrive.
Searching for a sign.
Searching for a sign.
Anything to remain alive.
Her voice calls out, though no one hears,
screaming for redemption.
A shadow comes to kindle fear,
adding to the tension.
Someone please help me, she shouts, cries,
though on her cheeks, her tears, they dry.
Someone please help me.
Someone please help me.
But her screams turn to desperate sighs.
Weeks pass, and she remains divine,
still searching for escape.
Vines corkscrew themselves on her spine,
leaves curling up her shape.
Borrowing wisdom from her brow,
she learns to
the tattoo artist.she finds gems hidden underneath my skin andthe tattoo artist.2 days 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
Death to the LoversHe screamed,Death to the Lovers1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
He tore his hair from his scalp;
But it didn't bring her back.
The beautiful girl
With the gorgeous smile
And witty remarks
Would always lay six feet under.
She would lie in her death bed,
Her arms folded on her chest
And her face full of peace
Known only to the dead.
He would be the first to rot.
First his health,
Then his sanity.
She would forever feed on his emotions
Like a pretty little leech,
Sapping his well being
And happiness from her underground world.
And he would let her,
For a fool like him
Who allowed himself to love,
Where my corpse is foundAs I lay here,Where my corpse is found4 days 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
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
A Lacking Educationi never learnedA Lacking Education5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
how to fall in love
i never learned
how to trust
face i could
i never learned
how to hurt
that just came
CreasesLike paper,Creases3 days 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.
She Is HumanBlood-bathed warrior,She Is Human6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
priestess and healer,
she was the fury
the calm and pity.
Heartbeat to deafen thunder,
yet drown beneath whispers,
she swept across worlds
tripped upon the same rock
hurtled through lifetimes
never wanted to die,
scrambled for maturity
defied to grow up.
Saw all on her axis,
chose blindness to the past.
Threw shields before enemies,
opened her heart,
refused to begrudge
forgot not her pride.
now here's to you, tomorrowDear you,now here's to you, tomorrow4 days 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
Painif I could get into your headPain4 days 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
girl with the iron lungI can see hard-fought fire in your eyesgirl with the iron lung6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrapping you in curling-irons' cords and mascara stains.
You know I am introverted, I feel it in your bones
as they carry you across snowed-in roads,
the words 'retarded' and 'not right' wavering in your head.
I can hear the whispers on your cheeks
coiling around exhaust pipes and machinery.
You think we are all made of star dust and that honesty
is synonymous with hostility; I hate you
and your idiosyncrasies, your tiny tics and twitches.
I can see the red light district's claws
twisting your hair into its braids. We are all whores
but you sell yourself in a new kind of way, flaunting
what you've got and wrapping pictures around empty boxes.
Strip yourself bare for rich philistines if you will,
but loosen your fingernails from my lungs:
I've a curious desire to breathe for myself.
Every little bitNo one noticed the empty chairEvery little bit1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They were all busy
Telling each other what had happened over the weekend
People didn’t really notice the chair anyways
Even when it was full
But today is different
The teacher walks in
With a strange look on her face
And she tells them
The girl that filled that chair, is dead
It happened Saturday night
She was driving home
She fell asleep at the wheel
The semi didn’t even get a chance
They pronounced her dead at the scene
The shock comes first
She was such a quiet girl
Always at the back, out of the way, you know?
But not today
The chair is staring at them, with unseen eyes
And that’s when people remember
How polite she was
The small smile she wore
The soft voice
The tired eyes
The boy in front of her,
She used to let him borrow her pencils
Because no one else would
He didn’t even say thank you
Or always give them back
She would help clean out the locker of the girl beside her
Without being asked
Even with the moldy lunches at the
A Well Meaning LieSomeday I will lieA Well Meaning Lie1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To everyone alive,
And they will never see
That the liar was always me,
Because my words of sin
Will only bring a grin,
To their faces
Which were always so very grim.
I guess I'll be ready
When the wolf comes slow and steady,
But I will not cry out with fears so heavy,
Because this is what a liar gets in the end of the story.
So even if I made you smile,
Just for a little while,
Try to hold onto it when you find out the truth,
That there's no joy in youth,
When it's all you can look back upon
While you lie forgotten and long gone.
You'll always wish to change,
Maybe then things won't be the same,
But isn't it strange,
That you would think that way?
I guess the good memories did nothing for your soul,
Just cause you all this pain while you're growing old.
You pretend it never happened
While you're looking at it,
And you complain that you want that feeling once again,
You want to feel that grin,
But you forgot about the lie
Told by none but I.
So when you're screaming
My C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S. Romance.C is for Chords,My C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S. Romance.5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
riffing out on guitar.
H is for Honest,
their message a star.
R is for Rhythm,
Frank doing his own thing.
I is for Instrumental,
break when Gerard don't sing.
S is for Shouting,
encouraging the fans.
T is for Teasing,
it all goes to plan.
M is for Mikey,
Striking up on his bass.
A is for Afro,
wild curls round Ray's face.
S is for Screaming,
fans all over the place.
The boys from the band,
have gone their separate ways.
remember 'the days'.
But now is the season,
of good will to all men.
Can't we stop back biting,
and love the music again?