How Do I Taste?How am I?How Do I Taste?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am I full-bodied,
Am I sweet enough,
Everything you need?
Am I the flavor
You're looking for
Your carnal desires
Before you throw the cup away?
Before you toss
It in the trash,
Let me know
That you like
Everything you drained.
Let me know
That the empty paper cup
You left behind
Full of something good.
On second thought,
I hope you burn your tongue.
It's a myst'ryThis is an unusual paragraph. Im curious as to how quickly you can find out what is so unusual about it. It looks so plain; you would think nothing was wrong with it. In fact, nothing is wrong with it. It is unusual though. Study it, think about it, but you still may not find anything odd.It's a myst'ry5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love or ElectrocutionLove or ElectrocutionLove or Electrocution5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a vast bathtub full of anger
Misery the plug in the drain
Love the electric appliance
Slipping accidentally into the water
EmptyEmptyEmpty5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How can you love something
That in no way could be real
Pouring out emotions
That no one else can feel
Looking and longing
For love in a world of hate
I sit and ponder the feeling
And wonder is this my fate
To walk alone in life
Effected by no ones care
For love is an empty emotion
And hope is empty air
Memories of nothingness
No love that I recall
And anytime I feel it
All I do is fall
Without ever loving
Life can give no pain
I walk the earth in loneliness
As the tears turn to rain
My glass in not half empty
My glass in not half full
My glass is only empty
My life is but a lull
Gossip FoodchainThe winds are whispering to me,Gossip Foodchain6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
I listen but only hear the plants.
The plants aren't talking to me though,
they're too busy chatting to the stones.
The stones are cold and hard, almost distant,
and so ignore the vegatation, instead they
prefer to eavesdrop on the soils of the Earth.
The constantly moving vibrations that thrive with the grains
of history produce an unknown chorus to those above.
The soils have no particular audience mind,
they live only to entertain those that are willing to adhear,
to listen to the stories of the past, the fictions of the
present, the warnings of the future.
Their tales are forever absorbed by the winds,
the transport for other generations across
the world - the lands and the seas alike.
The winds are whispering to me, histories and
premonitions the same, but i'm lost against
Apologies Are Just WordsI said sorry, you said I didn't mean itApologies Are Just Words8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you not believe me
If I say something I mean it
That is just who I am
Others know this
Why don't you
I have told you more about me than anyone else
Now it seems like you know me the least
You haven't said it out loud but I know you are thinking it
Apologies are just words
You are not thinking it as eloquently
You are thinking 'liar' 'how could you?'
My heart was breaking because I lost you
Now your pettiness is aggravating me
I tried to fix it, you wouldn't let me
You seem set on hating me
I have almost given up on ever repairing this relationship
I don't want to let you go
When I had begun to give up, you came back
You ask questions, I have already given you the answers
It doesn't matter. After all,
Apologies are just words.