What poeple mean to meWhat People Mean To MeWhat poeple mean to me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The day i live are but a dream
but i would never choice to wake again because of the people i meet that spoil me
no with money and not with praise
but the fact of them standing to what they believe in
not faith of god or death
but he truth of themselves
were no lies are decreed out of stupid greed
what will come of the one that fall i never
but to the one that wish to see
look to the free and now what it means to believe
so what do the night hold
it holds them closer to me to see what this world we be
what we as people can achieve
so sorry to those that hate me
but i will be the one that is to be always so close to me
and that is what i dream
and that includes those that care for me
and i feel sorry for the rest because peace is something easily achieved around me
no lies no deception only a resurrection of understand the moments of see
we are happy
Fear to the loveFear to the love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A beat, a caress,
a whisper, a song.
Each one of the times
that I have fallen in love.
A desire to fulfill,
a word that to say.
to think that everything
has been an mistake.
You don't want to believe,
you limit yourself to think.
The bravery of being able to see
what you do not want to feel.
A beach.The beachfront atmosphere is a tranquil war zone of the hydrological persuasion.A beach.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A thousand droplets slam the sands a second.
Each one a welcomed addition to the landscape before us.
Rain wet lips of the ocean curving off in to a smile that spread as far as our eyes can see.
Hand in hand we skip into the distance, grinning and giggling with joy at the situation forming around us.
Each footprint a moment in time, a scar of purpose that seems wrongly insignificant.
Crunching like static stone snow before we leave them behind.
A thousand droplets of moisture hit the sand a second, frightening each grain to cling together more tightly.
A pulse of the wind hits a wave and continues carrying a spray, a spray with a payload of the smell of the ocean.
A scent which ignites that sense of distance that can only be attained when looking across the prodigious horizon of its source.
The heavy drum beat of the tides singing call and response with the whales in
No MoreMy friend,No More10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why are you sad?
Your tears of anguish,
Are you mad?
Please stop crying,
It upsets me
To see you so.
I don't know how to react,
What to do...
I kno they've hurt you,
Those marks, those scars...
I am younger,
I do not fully understand
What goes through your head...
Everyone has their own promblems,
Some people wish they were dead...
But help is always available
To those that need it.
Look at me.
I am your help
And I charge no fee.
I have two ears,
And I'm ready to use them.
Let me be a sponge,
And absorb everything.
So give me your head,
And I'll help you stand.
Le Gardien FRLe Gardien FR1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
"Celui qui ne voulait pas oublier"
Le silence était roi.
Il gouvernait sans exception sur le temps et l'espace, jusqu'à ce qu'une feuille sans doute inconsciente de son geste, brise ce presque sinistre calme. Et ce cycle recommençait, comme une éternelle hostilité. Tantôt les arbres se joignaient à ce trouble en grinçant, tantôt ils s'arrêtaient brusquement comme si le silence posaient sur eux un regard accusateur.
Il n'y avait qu'un seul témoin à cette oppression, et il ne se lassait pas de ce spectacle qui était sa seule distraction à cette époque de l'année.
Il venait tous les jours que lui Soleil lui permettait, en restant là, figé et presque paralysé au cœur de cette clairière, comme s'il subissait la magnificence qui l'entourait. De ce lieu qui autrefois grouillait de monde, il ne demeurait que lui, vaillant gardien qu'on ne peut arracher. Car ce lieu, cette forêt, ce domaine, tout en fait, était chez lui. Il y est né, et il avait inexplicablement le sentiment de devoir resté ici
The lovers go up a hill.Her eyebrows raise in half sarcastic expectation as she stands steadfast in the middle of the gate.The lovers go up a hill.6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
An easy grin dances into life on her lips.
Ignited by the half truth of her eyebrows.
He smiles back and takes two steps towards her as the wind heaves and leaves, leans over the gates side to complete the ritual. He loved the way her mouth felt cold. Like it was his job to warm it up.
It's a weird one kissing. Tasting and speaking without words. Just lubricated conversations of friction.
A gentle headbutt tells him everything words can't as he pulls away with a beam of content and a bead of her affection on his lips.
She steals his nose and runs away.
Hot her heels.
They reach the intended place of sky and grass and perspective. Both horizon lines are visible and empty and they unfold the blanket and lay down under the bright golden sunlight.
All of it. All the bad times. All those moments where seconds and hope fall through brain and fingers like gr
The day on the beach. (Well, remembering it.)The man woke to the sounds of wind and sand.The day on the beach. (Well, remembering it.)6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spiked with the scent of sunshine.
Was he at the beach?
Yes! he had to be.
Where else could he be?
Eyes still shut he listened to the dancing air and thought. Still drunk with dreams.
The last time he was at the beach and he and her had made a picnic, taken it down to the place where gold met blue and it was a day of perfection.
A day of normality, beautiful in its lack of purpose.
Warm breeze and tender kisses between giggles and smiles inspired from repeatedly having to move her dancing hair from their beaming lips.
The heavy breath of the tide, deep and explosive, gave perfect soundtrack to the vision of her eyes and smile. The cinema of life hitting box-office.
He pushed himself up to sit and to look down on her.
“I could lie here forever and ever with you. You know that? I can't actually believe how truly beautiful this is.” His hand gently caressing her cheek, keeping her pinned in his reality, fearing she may bl
A letter to rememberA letter to remember3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the seasons change
So does everyone else
I'm a mess when you aren't around
But you have your own problems to deal with
It's like I walk around
half alive with a lump in my throat
But keeping me from bursting into tears
My eyes stay dry
My chest throbs
I'm a trainwreck when you aren't around
Summer's gonna come soon
Not gonna be around much
Please don't forget me
Wait till school starts again
Then maybe things will get better
Maybe I'll see you around
Just don't forget me
Happy ThoughtsHappy Thoughts1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Open your eyes.
A breeze picks up.
You hug yourself tight.
The trees sway.
Leaves break free from their grip.
Swirling gracefully through the air.
Eventually floating to the ground in sweet surrender.
Your sight loses focus.
The scene becoming a no longer detailed blur of colours.
A harmonious blend of red, orange, and yellow.
The air is crisp.
The scent of spice lingers.
You can hint the crackling of fire in the distance.
It's that feeling.
You bask in the moment.
Autumn has arrived.
SolaceSolace2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I will find my solace
On this rainy day.
Get rid of the malice
cast away the shadows
And end the restlessness
that finds me each time.
Each time I compromise
The ones I find unwise.
I must conspire and twist
the words of evil and his accomplice.
Then, on this rainy day
I will find my solace.
SlowlyWhen I found you,Slowly6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
myself I asked:
what good have I done to deserve you?
Now I know you saved me
just to kill me slowly,
and deserve it I do.
SorrowThrough sickness and health,Sorrow6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
poorness and wealth,
real love is usually known.
But we, my dear,
share nothing but sorrow:
cry together, smile alone.
all good comes out of bad,i am grateful.all good comes out of bad,i am grateful.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am thankful for the difficult people
and people who have hated me,the enemys
i have met, that where in my life because
they have shown me exactly who i don't
want to be,they have help me grow
and have help me become a better person.
Stangled Screams.Stangled Screams.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As of late the passions for your craft still seem to crane
Missing now your ever-human face behind the pain.
No feeling has taken hold, or so it seems to be
Someday soon the pain you scattered will cease to flee
Split the silent scream and sweetly sing your siren songs
Once you told them stories and for each aware of the wrongs
Should we tend to your poison flowers
Or have you let them go
Will you come to pull the poison the world was soon to know
Once you dreamt up words, like the flowing currents, that you drew out with ease
Bluntly now you state the facts as they flock toward the growing breeze
Indescribable beauty that still shuts off and on
Breach the walls and break our minds before they've dissapeared and gone
From the farthest cities will your voice still follow
All the while your dancing demons will still wallow
The Ghoul FeastThe Ghoul Feast5 years ago in Horror More Like This
Gruesome and gleeful.
Full of dark joy. Mewling in twisted pleasure.
Covered in tarry blood and foul ichor.
Wicked grins flashing pointed teeth. Tattered bloody lips pulled back. Milky white eyes with no pupils that penetrate the gloom.
Blue Veins barely pulsing underneath pale skin pulled tautly over their bones. Bones pushing out against its skin..
Distorted and Depraved from eating the cold flesh of the formerly living.
They are the anatomy of the terrible and physiology of fear made flesh.
The emaciated beings give off the strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of sickly sweet corruption and bitter grave mould.
The coffin is opened with a groaning creak. Gulping, tearing, slitting, ripping and cracking. Dislocating and chewing echoes in the dark mausoleum in a frenzy.
Cartilage and bones crack wetly. Flesh tears with a sound like wet ripping cloth. The cold flesh is swallowed noisily. Titters of pleasure and shuffling sounds accompany.
Then begins the sucki
A Boy's Best FriendA Boy's Best Friend6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Neil was thought of as weird by the other kids at his High School; he wasnt interested in going to parties or much about girls. He lived in a small town in Texas surrounded by wide desert scrub and narrow minds. Although he was always alone, he was never lonely he had his little friends. Neils friends werent the kind of friends most other kids his age had, his had far too many legs for one thing.
Neil was a scorpion enthusiast, and kept many of the eight legged critters in the abandoned gas station on the edge of town that he had specially converted and secured as his parents wouldnt allow him to keep his precious pets anywhere near the house and he was worried about jackasses from school harming them. Of all of them, one was his favorite. A fat eight inch male emperor scorpion. His glistening black chunky carapace, heavy looking stinger and huge claws made him look like the stuff of most peoples nightmares, but Neil could handle him with ease,
El Reflejo De la OscuridadEl Reflejo De la Oscuridad2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
El tiempo pasa, e inquebrantable suspiro yace del alma
si pienso en el vacío que dejaste tras tu paso,
que fui siguiendo las huellas que dejaste en mi piel grabadas,
sollozando por las noches hasta el primer suspiro del alba.
Lloran las rosas al ver el equívoco de mi existencia,
al ver que la soledad se presenta ante mí con frecuencia.
Y es la desdicha la que hoy me hace pensar
que dos corazones unidos jamás se podrán tocar.
Y no es fácil sentir que tus principios te abandonan
por seguir los consejos de quienes no perdonan.
No es fácil, saber que el cielo está llorando
por un corazón que aún está sangrando,
que, la eternidad se posa ante nuestros ojos
borrando los recuerdos y dejando los despojos.
Dejaré mis señales dibuj
A flower called hopeA flower called hope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just like that day,
When I first met you.
surrounded by flowers
They have died long ago,
withered from what they have been through.
From the lack of air
In the chest
From the constant pain
That has never left
And from the tears,
That are no longer poisoned ,at last.
Just one white rose remained alive,
The only thing that could survive,
And managed through it all.
So tell me,
If you are already gone,
How come you are still blooming in my soul?
Juega con mi corazon.Juega con mi corazon.9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Por favor juega (no juegues) con mi corazón.
Yo imagine al corazón como el cuerpo humano. Que dependiendo de donde lo muerdas puede causar placer o dolor, de acuerdo a donde le claves las uñas, ligeras cosquillas o intenso sufrimiento.
Y vi, te vi, como un gatito pequeño, un cachorrito (ya fuiste vaca, perro y ahora gato... bueno, siempre, gato). No se si alguna vez viste uno, cuando toman un ovillo de hilo, una pelota, o cualquier cosa que encuentran por allí, y se tiran panza arriba con el objeto entre sus patas y lo muerden, lo rasguñan, lo patean y lo lamen, todo a la vez y sin ninguna secuencia establecida. Todo sin maldad... y también sin bondad. No lo hacen porque sea su presa, ni porque tengan hambre. No lo hacen siquiera porque les pertenezca o porque lo quieran. Mucho menos porque les represente amenaza alguna, ni siquiera tienen particular interés en el. Tan solo lo hacen porque así lo aprendieron, porque así lo hacen el resto de los gatos con los que conviven. Y te vi un ga
MadeMade4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you were made for me
and I was made for you
some angel is smiling down on us two.
Its the way it was meant to be
I can see everything
now that your here by my side.
'Cause you were made for me
And i was made for you
Lets take a walk love
lets go take on the world
just the two of us love
'cause nothings in our way anymore.
'Cause you were made for me
and I was made for you.
What if I didnt know you?
Life as I know it would be gone.
what if i said it was destiny?
what if i said it was how its supposed to be?
what if I said I love you too?
'Cause you were made for me
and i was made for you
Silhouettes.There's never beauty without feeling,Silhouettes.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's never emotion without pain,
there's never tears without motive.
There's never silence without noise,
or we'd be deaf to the world outside.
There's never hiding without fear,
or we'd be constantly in the dark.
There's never thirst without missing,
or we'd have drowned by now.
There's never inside a place with no windows,
only curtains that are too dirty.
There's never a door you cannot open,
only locks we've lost the key to.
There's never blood without a cut, a bruise,
there's never nothing without having had something.
There's never a message without a meaning,
there's never a word without writing.
Silences are thickened by fear.
More silences are born of pain.
More silences are brought by time.
I'd cut my arms if it'd show the words on my blood.
I'd cut my heart out if it'd show the truth in its movement.
I'd cut off my feet if it'd show my will to stand still.
This is a cold place, where teardrops freeze before hitting the glass table,