murderI may be calm on the outside but on the inside I have murdered you in my head, let you bleed outmurder8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love the way you fuck with me emotionally it only gets me stronger to fuck you up in the long run
You took advantage of me and violated me now its my turn to promise you that I have turned dangerous and I will hurt you in the end.
loveI thought I knew what love was before I met you but you prove to me ever day that I never knew what it was until the day I laid my eyes on youlove14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll Find a WayI'll Find a Way3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking this path
This lonesome road.
I accepted the fact
Of the hell it’ll hold.
My mind is set
On what lies ahead.
At the end of this road
Enough can’t be said.
From dawn till dusk
I’ll walk on.
Step by step
From dusk till dawn.
I don’t care
What’s in my way.
I’ll walk on
All night and all day.
Can’t be sealed.
Buy mere bandages
It can’t be healed.
I will limp
Crawl and run.
I will not stop
Until my journey is done.
Count the seconds
Each n’ every one.
Until the deed is done.
All I brought
Is me, myself, n’ I.
On this lonesome road
Under a darkened sky.
The one thing you have
My heart I left behind.
I’m coming for you both
With both soul n’ mind.
Not even a few.
Knowing I went the distance
And finally found you.
So count the hours
Of each n’ every day.
Until I reach you
I will find a way.
Her bloodHidden in a box that she barely takes space in;Her blood16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
So small and so alone.
She had never seen the world outside of her own,
She does not know of the world outside hers.
Her world is of fixed temperature;
Her world is of utter darkness.
All she has for company is a song,
Come moonlit night, she sings.
Her voice fills her world;
Every note bouncing off the walls
As though willing them to crumble.
Come sunlit morning, a bright light blinds
Only for a second.
It stays no longer; it stays no shorter,
But the after-image remains.
Winter arrives but she feels warm
As though left in the sun on a spring morning.
Alas, she has overstayed her welcome:
Unmoving, she remains in her corner.
Her shell is washed with sugared water
and indelibly markered with smiles.
Her shell shines like wax.
That was the only part of her left.
She could no longer feel any sense of sensation.
Not of happiness, relief or pain.
Her insides were made jelly and devoured
To be collected at the darkest hour.
Village Landscape, Falling IcarusWho the hell caresVillage Landscape, Falling Icarus20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
about a boy falling from the sky?
After all, only another miracle
out of a set of many, already
after the fact. After all, after the fall
the police pulsed forward, the crowd
surged on all fluid fours.
No one saw anything save
everything: the slow descent, the riotous
tumble, the wax-swollen pearls
that fled en masse, span to tip.
The smell of shattered wings.
No one knew what to do. His limbs
laid lifeless, cars raced around him. People
looked concerned as they walked
away. The ambulance
hung in the air like a paper prop.
A few words escaped his mouth. He
wanted to see his father.
No one spoke Greek.
SkyArmy ChantBUTTER BUTTER BUTTER!SkyArmy Chant22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
KILL ALL THE SQUIDS!
SKY ARMY FOR THE WIN!
The PrayerNon nobis, Domine, sed nomini tuo da culpaThe Prayer7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For I was born in a high rise over Lafayette
And you decreed for me the life of a prophet.
And even when the sword of truth blazed
From my tongue, I stood with burnished halo.
Alleluia, Alleluia, hearts and voices raised,
Give glory, all ye sinners, to the one so blind
While my ex tells all without my say-so
And wait for me on the other side if you get there
Because I won’t be far behind.
Hasten, Hasten ye to worship; rush now to pray
For prayer and song are better than sleep –
Even when you drag yourself through the endless day.
There is no God but God, so hasten to success
And give him all you have, all you can possess.
The worn-out weary soldier, high in the minaret,
Doses his aches with vodka as he crushes his cigarette
On the rail of the Holy of Holies. And why should I
Not treat myself, like that physician of the proverb?
Even if I can find no peace, this way at least I try.
You made me choose – how could you do that?
The actor A pretender.The actor 3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
He brings joy.
He brings anger.
He is dramatic.
He is weird.
Always in a world
where nothing is real.
Being an actor is to be a
But , for the greater well ,
Um fingidor .
Ele traz alegria .
Ele traz raiva .
Ele é dramático .
Ele é esquisito .
Sempre em um mundo
onde nada é real .
Ser ator é ser um
grande mentiroso .
Mas , por um bem maior ,
a arte .
Wiersz I"Gdy rozpada się świat"Wiersz I15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Z dedykacją dla Kasi G. za inspirację do tego wiersza napisania.
Gdy rozpada się świat,
wiara kończy się,
bądź zaczyna też,
pośród nicości tej,
w którą on się zamienił,
z powodu ludzkości,
co trupem się stało,
na nim bytności,
zżeranym przez robactwo,
wad, swar i kłamstw,
zabijając dawny jej zalet,
życia najlepsze cechy,
które dla nich żeru tunelem,
pożerając ją począwszy od,
jej wnętrzności, co najlepszym,
do mięśni, tkanek i skóry przechodząc,
sam szkielet zostawiając,
jak to przystało na dziecię Adama,
któremu taki los jest pisany,
że jak piszący te słowa,
co chciał przez to potomnym powiedzieć,
na odchodne przed sw
Psychological disorderInsanity rises highPsychological disorder16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my spirits are low,
damn it! Damn,
not even my infinite wisdom
can savour my putrid body before
it decays at such high pace.
I am powerless before the destruction
triggered by manifested dingglons in my brain.
It will eat at my hardware until I
am nothing but a vacancy
with empty eyes,
that see nothing,
that see nothing,
and all my data
i.in my dreams, i fall to meet godi.19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
with open arms and chapped lips.
he's waiting at the bottom for me
with a glass of pepper and whiskey
and a look in his eye that says
he's not planning to catch me
Social isolationI feel like my life is shallow,Social isolation16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a big growing emptiness,
like a corpse shrivelling up, I feel empty and
faced with a pile of hundreds of thousands of
skulls and wrinkles
which I took to sea,
the sea which is my soul
at its purest and hardest, hard as
rock hard gold,
staining my glass works like confetti on the ground,
I threw it hard and it shattered, that is my face.
My emotion is wired into a wireless connection of thrones and scornes of claws and fire, but
it doesn't work anymore and
my face is death itself, my mind a yawning cliff, my life a fake gold and my mind my body, my body a gown worth nothing,
I feel like nothing,
I am nothing, I am not here, I don't exist is is is it iz z ewuUlm sounds of my destruction my wires are broken I can no longer function my system goes haywire unresponsive reactions of illogical randomness make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop
Poem #136. Counting Sheep.You always waited at the foot of the hill.Poem #136. Counting Sheep.3 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You waited on your fat little feet
At the corner of the gate.
We would meet
Where the gate would meet,
Under the king tree.
The pit was cool on our blistered feet.
Even the pebbles were soft.
When they opened those glass doors,
I would run, run, run down the hill
And join you from the opposite side.
You would squeeze your little arm through
And wave your little fingers,
Grin with missing teeth.
I was always the first to leave.
The doors would close on me.
They knew of my phobia of locks.
You were too young to understand.
You would always cry when I unlaced our fingers to depart.
You did not find your speech,
But your noises told me a lot about your heart.
Rush, rush back and sing,
Hush, hush, little baby.
I will never forget the eyes you saved for me,
Like I was something holy.
Like the holes of the gate were the stairs to Heaven.
I once tried climbing it to get to you,
Since I was bigger than you.
But the guards cut, cut through.
doomedYou were doomeddoomed11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
from the very beginning
when you decided to be my friend
and when you decided to play with them
no one ever really knows how dangerous
a little FLARPing can be
but you only realize what the F stands for
when you experience it firsthand
and the word flashes through your mind
mingling with the pain and the misery
which come hand-in-hand
you realize that the F
stands for "fatal"
one child crippled
one child blinded
and one child left
with one arm
and one eye
one child spared
but not for long
I can't let this go
because a drop of honey
a crumbling tower
and a girl bent on revenge
was all it took to control
a little troll with a little crush
and make him crush his friend
whose life didn't deserve to end
not this soon
because living without you was no fun
and no combination of zeros and ones could bring you back
and every hack would prove unfit
for the bit of my heart that was left
when it was bereft of love
for the entirety of this wretched game I had to do
with a hollow ver
Day of BlackDay of BlackDay of Black21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I drive to the gathering, day still in full.
Dressed in my suit, I hear you calling me a tool
The sun is shining and the day is bright
The air and the trees so full of life
However once I arrive I feel suddenly bare,
the atmosphere changed, perhaps it’s the air…
The sky still shines, yet a dark looms
the kind of pitch only in corners of basement rooms
The proceeding takes place, and in rows we sit,
with glow all around, no candles need to be lit.
a solemn man stands in front of the rows full
he reads without my hearing, everything fades to a lull
the lips on his face move, yet I barely hear a dull
the whisper of his voice, passes by me unnoticed,
my attention has long since left the level of lotus
I slowly think back, and hear an echoing laugh,
not one of mine, but yours
It brings me to the past, us on tours
Running free in the wood,
exploring the unknown as best as we could
All rise, and with them I’m back in a rush
Dazed, I copy, hoping not to cause a f
Surviving Each OtherThey could've survived each otherSurviving Each Other18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They might've pulled it together
Instead, they hurt one another
They should've known better
They could've survived the fickle weather
They might've been really good together
Instead, they destroyed their shelter
They should've listened to one another
They could've learned from the bitter
They might've figured out the fatal error
But they ignored self-reflection's mirror
They should've left hearts behind barriers
They should've left the past right where it belongs
They might've tried harder to keep their minds strong
But they're scarred and their mouths speak wrong
They could've paid more attention to their love songs
But they would've only survived if they'd
had a better understanding running along
The ghost of a man The ghost of a manThe ghost of a man 3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a man.
It was the ghost
of a man.
Pale to extreme ,
gloomy and sad.
Didn't look like a man.
It was a ghost.
But like every haunt,
he saw the light.
Repressions were gone .
The sorrow was gone .
The shades were gone .
Only left pallor.
The ghost was not
another ghost. He
is now a man.
O fantasma de um homem
Não era um homem .
Era um fantasma de
um homem .
Pálido ao extremo ,
sombrio e triste .
Não parecia um homem .
Era um fantasma .
Mas , como toda assombração ,
ele viu a luz .
Foram -se os recalques .
Foi-se a tristeza .
Foram-se as sombras .
Só sobrou a palidez .
O fantasma não era
mais um fantasma . Ele
agora é um homem .
Cherry ChapstickCarried around months after winter thawedCherry Chapstick3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Applied every time I was bored.
In my pocket for almost every memory I had.
Just an item..
An item used for my lips.
My cherry chapstick, oh how I smile upon the fact you lay upon the school grounds.
TechnoaddictHummmTechnoaddict5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let´s see what we have today
Oh I love this gallery
And this images are beautifull
"Hum hum hum"
Oh what a beautifull song
I searched this book
On every store
And It´s here!!
Oh This game looks fun
I never played that before
How much time?
Well I can wait
Who is phonig me?
Oh Hi David
Yeah I´m free
I going for my wallet
WritingWhatcha doin?Writing10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Writing.(You mean trying to make sense of the mess in your head)
Whatcha writing about?
Nothing really. Experimenting.(You have no idea what the hell you're doing.)
How's it going so far?
Okay.(Totally FUBAR but you refuse to admit how bad this is.)
Can I read it when you're done?
Sure.(They're the only one who will read it anyway.)
Wow, this is awesome!
Thanks.(That's not even close to good.)
Keep it up, you got a talent!
I'll try.(I've given up a long time ago.)
Empty Lands Part IIIIn the cities’ towers high, that now solemn slowly crumble, empty where none do dwell,Empty Lands Part III11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon ashen ground whose sole life’s to swell and rumble, an earth made now into hell,
In places old and cold that once flashed with destruction’s roar, no one now is left,
Over the death through high clear sky the elderly vultures soar, above a world bereft,
Where could they land that would not soon kill, with feathers falling from the wing,
Always moving, never long could they stay still, echoing croaks and calls they sing,
Few they are in time, less than there were before, living a past that can no longer be,
Their days have passed, ‘n soon they’ll be no more, naught but shadows on the sea,
For where the lands are empty there is of living things a void, none for them to eat,
What once lived has long since by men been destroyed, an end they’re soon to meet.
Nightmare of RealityThe clouds above are light and cheerful.Nightmare of Reality21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The breeze is sweetly blowing in swirls.
There's nowhere else so beautiful.
All is right in this world.
(That's how I should have known something was wrong...)
My hands slowly sail up above me,
And a smile creeps its way onto my face and I suck air into my lungs.
Interrupting my tranquility and destroying my glee,
The air forms claws like razor tongues.
They grab at my throat and soon the ground is stolen from beneath my feet.
I gasp for breath and struggle with the invisible form.
I pull at what's holding my neck.
Then I feel warm.
I kick as hard as I can in the right direction
(I was lucky...)
And hear a wail.
I find a knife in my pocket
And with great fear of failing as I drop back onto the ground,
I plunge it into the figure
(at least where I hoped it would be)
I see blood on the knife.
The blood drains from the knife to my hands and then to the ground.
I blink and jolt upright in bed.
It was but a dream.
But... if so...
Why is a kni