Mute LispHow is being dead, dude?Mute Lisp6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hope this letter gets to you
safe and loudly, like our
times high riding on green
crack waves on Jones beach.
We weren't so safe
and sound but goddamn it was
loud. Teresa's still making
pizza pita's on David's busted
car grill, like the good
old days when you were
not dead, damn. Can you still
smell the smokey nights
barbecuing in the junkyard?
Beje's taking care of your dog
and your mom is alright
working at the library still
but she's alright. She misses you
dude, so maybe when
this letter gets to your new
address, you'll stop playing dead
and come back home-
have a beer and a piece of burnt
chicken and undercooked rice.
Bent Out Of Shape Lay it on meBent Out Of Shape6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sing it right to me
feel the pulse and the chords
let it spill out
Lay It on me
breathe the notes, do it
get right with it
get majestic on this Harmony
Lead them up
let them hang
Loose FitShe saysLoose Fit6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she's getting tired of the smell
of High-tide and Cheap cologne,
the salty smell of the trees by the port,
and the all too lingering gazes of the
odd little men around town.
I shrug, and say nothing
she's getting bored with
the do nothing creaking silence
on sundays and holidays
because nothing really goes on
in this too croweded too empty own
I nod, agreeing, but say nothing
PretendingYou can run and you can hidePretending3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But don't think you can do the same with your lies
There on the table, out for all to see
Truth has been illuminated not just to me
You can pull the wool over the eyes
Of those you say you don't despise
Too bad, you can't do the same with yourself
Do you hate yourself when you look into the mirror?
How can you like the monster that stares back?
You were a demon with the mask of an angel
And when the mask comes off we will all see
Just how hideous you must really be
StalkerI'm stalking you,Stalker6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll hide in your arteries,
in the soft pinch that doesn't hurt,
but stings nonetheless.
I'll hunt your blood cells,
and slowly change their type
into a majestic 'J'.
Yet I have to admit,
it's tiring to bless billions each night,
it'd be easier to turn your heart to crust,
and spread my poison through your veins
and wait for you to declare your love,
only to deliver a final stab that'd put you at ease.
I'm the reflection in your mirror,
the curves of your shadow,
and the mocking voice
at the other end of the line,
who lets you know that
the number you're calling
is no longer in use.
I'm in the nightmares that kills your sleep,
and the squares of your silky tie.
In the extra sweet tea you keep drinking,
and the little deaf cat you adopted for my sake.
It's really hard to run, you know.
Yet my dear love,
I am in no mood to wait for long,
so let me hide under your ribs
and teach you how to hea
our love storyfinish the ending chapterour love story3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
& turn the final page
take your last bow
& walk off the stage
my, that sure was a cliff-hanger
how i gripped the edge of my seat
you sure had me fooled, you know
i thought you were innocent & sweet
never imagined you'd be the bad guy
or the suspense, the major twist
& now you're just another one
with your name crossed out on the list
good job that was a recital
'cause no way did you get the part
remember next time you tear your script
be careful not to break my heart
but it doesn't matter now, right?
'cause there was a moral to this tale
or is that only happy endings
that allow that ship to sail?
i must be wishing for too much again
you don't know what you did wrong?
well this finale was too predictable
i've seen it coming all along
but those blank pages are still bare
go ahead; write your own ending
& we'll act it out & play the part
'cause i'll only be pretending
the girl from hellYou are an obsessionthe girl from hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think about you
day and night
you pollute my mind
with of erotic thoughts
I imagine you have
a sexy dress black
a look full of desire
to satisfy my cravings
your body is on mine
immersed in a long embrace
your eyes turn red
I do not understand
what it happens?
the wings out your your shoulders
your teeth are lengthen
who are you?
I do not recognize you
you bit my neck
blood flows to the ground
I do not understand
we made love
and now I have no heart
I am your lunch
burning mirrors, freezing souls.ready?burning mirrors, freezing souls.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
have you ever stopped
to think (clearly)?
i see nothing but
burnt out memories
inside your head
and a soul so freezing
cold that refuses to
i'm the kind of demon
to scare you in your sleep
ripping apart your dreams,
feeding your nightmares.
is there anything darker
is there anything lighter
how does nothing look like?
take a look in the mirror,
you tell me.
i can see it.
it's coming out of you.
taking away small
particles of thoughts.
will you ever see again?
you've always hated mirrors,
you say they show you
your worst enemy.
is the darkness enough
to take your sight away?
then, keep burning.
ViolinI remember the dayViolin4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
They took it allThey took it allThey took it all3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all that I am
what makes me happy
what makes me human
what makes me myself
They questioned my sanity
both my mind and my soul
they said I was broken
made me feel like Im dead
They left me there
thinking and feeling
and stupid at the end
Stabbed me in the back
with the coldness and cruelty in their words
bleed and cry was all I could do
I was just left there
still bleeding and crying.
Before I gave up
before I gave in
true friends came along
gave me life
gave me breath
dried up my tears
healed up my wounds
gave me warmth
gave me love
and gave me hope
today I still thank them
for being different
than everyone else
while other speak death with their toungue
you guys give life from the heart.
Tell Tale LinesThe poemTell Tale Lines6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
doesn't neccesarily want to be written
more or less
it doesn't want to be misrepresented.
Like a Dead Sea Scroll, or an Aztec Inscription
some things are lost in translation
even when poetry is part of the soul
and the writer the Speakers.
Some things are are like
and Undefinable metaphors
The Waves of UncertaintyThere is truth in my waves of uncertainty,The Waves of Uncertainty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
their message hidden in the foam of my eyes.
to the glass
within my heart,
much too easily
from words of the wise.
Today is a lovely day, for a swim in the oil.
The clouds roll on in, and the rising of the sand.
Black scales left in footprints that I leave behind.
Teeth bring out the fear of what's left unplanned.
There is meaning in my waves of uncertainty,
their honesty shinning in my bottomless abyssal core.
won't stop turning
Teddy bearBecause it's not allowedTeddy bear11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a guy to hug a teddy bear,
they'd nailed it into his head
that it'd make him less of a man.
He simply hugs his pillow at night,
he holds it so tight it'd probably choke
while he welcomes its cold embrace.
He holds it against his chest,
and sometimes wraps it with his arms
as he stirs from side to side.
It's the secret only he knows,
for his pillow tonight
will be the love he had lost.
Forever Tarnished My head barely above the rising waves,Forever Tarnished3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stare in wonder
at the gorgeous sunset
and know that one loss,
mean that beauty is
RainI've always loved the RainRain1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her love hides my tears
Her caring embrace heals my pain
Her soft whisper abates my fears
No one shall be mindful of my woes
When Rain holds me close, nobody knows
The Stander I want to beThe Stander6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just like that
nappy, unshaven, Unruly, and Trampy
Band Stander on the corner
Sax in hand, Playing of
his frustrating mess
with a lisp, and no time to regress
He makes that
music, a sweet music
You Won't Stop MeI want to forget it allYou Won't Stop Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I won't return your call
I can't keep up with this
I swear I'm just borderline-delirious
Things aren't just complicated
But who you are to dictate it
In the end, you're just pretend
I'm ripping up the letter I won't send
The pieces left of us are dust
Tainted with your lies and my mistrust
You've got a heart of fool's gold
Just another story waiting to be told..
Oh, did you really think
That I'm spending my days over the sink
Crying over what is already gone
No, I'm not that one..
You've got a big mind
To wonder what's behind
This pretty smile of mine
The one that you can't define
You've got a broad sense of thought
If you wonder what I've been taught
Well, I've learned one thing
You won't stop me from singing
You won't stop me
SkinI like your skin visceral,Skin2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
dirty with meaning -
a rampant offering
to the night.
I want your lips stuttering,
sounds feral and damp -
cleaving to my chest.
Just peel me, angel -
let those tender wings
bruise these bones
and send me
Blood Vessels I supposeBlood Vessels6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it should be mandatory
after playing the obligatory speedy 90's song
on your bass guitar
to check your blood vessels.
The ones in your finger, i tell you
have problems like a heroin patient in cardiac arrest.
Looking at my
now ruby red index,
pondering if i should
suck it or say fuck it
I note the absence of ice in my fridge.
The Von Bondies are on repeat,
shes screaming at me to get ice,
Standing Still In A Firefight(And For Your Sake, I hope Heaven And Hell)Standing Still In A Firefight6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't decide to clash in a an
e-rratic eruption of cosmic proportions
blitzkrieg angelic war fare,
raining feathers like razor blades
speaking in caustic tongues and flourishing
beauty like a hypothetical lance
deranged and Raged
for your sake
you're not caught in the middle of
a full fledged Demonic siege
Bass Clef: Solo Up on this dingy gray mountainBass Clef: Solo6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is no room for a team
The only foot holds
I dug myself with bare hands
I cut through stone
with my axe like the dark of space
eats at the moon
Fingers dancing, as if
I were turning the pages of history
one at a time
The cutsHuman error.The cuts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Five more cuts.
They won't show, and they will fade.
It's nothing. It's nothing.
It makes me feel normal.
I need punishment for every time I mess up.
Don't worry I won't die.
"I wish she would keep better track of things" one more cut.
"She is a freak" two more cuts.
"You don't care about anything do you?!" three cuts.
Some say it hurt.
Some say it's nothing.
Sure I thought I could talk to her about it, but now my only true friend is drifting.
She knew every thing about me, cutting, crying, depression, and so on. But, as I see her go.
Now we just say simple Hello's.
It's time she stopped dealing with me.
She has her own problems.
So what's five more cuts?
It just adds to the many.
Though there be fear with the cutting.
After this feeling of release, there comes fear.
'What if I can't stop?'
'What if they find out?'
'What if I kill myself?'
My wrist is throbbing now.
It wants the knife, it wants the blood.
I need help.
It's not the cat anymore.
It never was.
The voices tell
WaitingWaiting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I waited for you to call
before mobile phones
a day passed
I'd leave and hope to return
to the excitement of a blinking light
then another day gone
and I knew you never would
so I bought a voodoo doll
and some pins
can you hear me now?
smiling as the first goes in...