When We Die Holding HandsWhen We Die Holding Hands12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart stood still on that Midnight
You At the window in the dark
Your shadow standing still as the thunder struck the earth
The blade clinched in your hand
Your eyes black but beautiful
Your tears and blood swirled on the floor
Your expression silent and lifeless the way the reaper left you for me to discover
I picked up the blade
I kissed your cheek and closed your eyes and carried you to the bed
I lay beside you and cried and tried to stop your bleeding
Here you are now dead, Just the way life liked you
Here you are now dead, The way life robbed me of how I loved you
Here you are now dead, The ultimate price everyone had to pay
Here you are now dead, So many words the reaper would not let me tell you
So now I must whisper my sweet sorrow and unforgiven secrets to you
So now I must hide your scars and try to heal and comfort what is left of you
So now I must pick up your pieces and fix your lifeless body
So now I must live in misery as you conceitedly took your own life as well too
The Cruellest PunishmentThe Cruellest Punishment11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
take this dirty brush
and lock it away from me:
do not give it back.
stop the shaft of light,
let inspiration darken;
my pen will silence.
cut clean at the bloody root:
seal closed the heart valve.
Forever Raining Dead PainForever Raining Dead Pain12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[BAD ENGLISH VERSION]
like black ink
it falls into our souls
and every tear
mark as more
and draw again
our Night inside
a black dawn
where the Hopes fall
falling like snow
falling like tears
and we pray everyday
for our dreams
and we pray everyday
for our hopes
I scream again against the wind
I scream again all my pain
I scream again all my Winter inside
and nobody hears
or nobody wants to hear
And my hopes are dying
into the black river of my tears
inside of me
in the river of my deep pain
And my hopes are crying
my wings will burn into the night
only to bring to you the light
or maybe...only for bring to me the light
because i can't see more into thedarkness
illusions are all around and wait for me
i don't want to fall in this pain
i sing the silence
everyday a new wound
And my wounds are bleeding
blood like diamonds, so intense
light from inside
Empty tears...maybe full...
...full of my pain...
And my death's dying
And my life's burning
I pray everyday for
__. I'm sorry__. I'm sorry11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By Tony Tran
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when it was your 5th Birthday. I wasn't able to see the happiness striking across your face, the anticipation running through your veins at the point of opening your presents. The blissful joy of all your friends and family around you as they sang happy birthday, that day was a memory I never had the chance to remember.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you had your first day at school. It was like a new world for you filled with friendship, independence and above all, fun. I'll always regret not being there to pick you up after school and having you run into my arms at a thousand miles per hour, as though you hadn't seen me in years. Those days when you came home and started humming a harmonious song that you learnt, it was a tune I'd never hear.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you were eight years old and just learnt to ride your first bike. The breeze going through your hair as yo
The Loneliness of The HopeThe Loneliness of The Hope11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stains of dense night
which is expanded as branches
it shades the sky
colours which grow dark
shading the sight in the tears
in the branches of the pain
covering the stars
covering the moon
darkening every light
darkening every smile
tears as leaves
they come off the branches
they fall in the night
they mark the shade as falling stars
and they dance as feathers
in a winter of pain
where the moon cries the own sun
where the tears are blood
and where the river begins
pain drops transported by the current
the time dies
been drowned in the despair
fingers drenched with blood
which for the answers still look
they follow the river
to understand that the end is only the beginning
to understand that every tear
will cut for always the soul
wounds on a bark
interrupted the rings of the life
bleeding the despair
shouting again the snow
winter which dances in the darkness
clouds of shade which melt themselves in the air
shivers of intense cold
dress made of stone
I fall in the river
A Beautiful RetrospectA Beautiful Retrospect11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Multihued spectrums coat the day's end sky
In the distance a grand piano plays with painless grace
My dreams touch base vaguely upon the face of reality
A snowstorm in the middle of summer sets in
Begin the thunder, the intellect man screams in his mind
Time motionless, forgotten in rain, forever in snow
The magic that dwells in his inner mind grows
A clear spectrum of invisible colorful power flows
Blue skies fill the heavens, painted with fluffy clouds
Erase the blue and fill it with the nights sky, says he
Enormous rumbling shakes the earth, stars shine with hilarity
Rain showers of falling stars, he grabbed one and gave it to her
She put it in a jar, encasing a miniature universe within her heart
He said; my love for you is as immense as this universe
She peeked in closer for she could see millions of stars orbiting
But beware; do not open the jar for it will expand forever he warns
Her thoughts travel through the still air saying I don't care
His eyes widen to the thought of his l
Alone in the Rain - SilverLighAlone in the Rain - SilverLigh11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Standing out here alone in the rain
Trying to wash away all of my pain
Drowning the sorrows from past years
Hiding from my nightmares and fears
The rain just gets harder and faster
I miss the good times and the laughter
I hide from it out here in the wet and cold
And I suffer from the things I've been told
The rain follows where tears once went
The rain like the pain shows no repent
I suffer for everything I am deep inside
And I remember the tears I once cried
I look around and see puddles of rain
Getting deeper and deeper like the pain
The puddles that used to be puddles of tears
The feelings and thoughts from all my fears
I can't explain to you the way I feel
And maybe by standing here I'll heal
I'll somehow wash away some of the pain
And I'll just stand here alone in the rain.
Pinnacles of PerfectionPinnacles of Perfection11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The weather is changeable, and full of fruit:
a zesty tang to carve the edible cradle of trees.
Green hued pianists fingertips nimbly dance,
infatuated twigs lust for a young bud
and, when achieved in woody splendour,
plush green embellishment, ever upwards turned.
The youth drenched weed gazed in earnest wanting,
encrusted within his stamen was an anarchists mantra.
Calm the release to trust of life's dangerous procreatives,
mistrust the signposts and lose the generation.
Hearts are inept to emotive confusion,
yet each excretion of sound plays with youth's deafening muscle.
Startled, the truth-raven ruffles feathers to pristine clarity,
suffering in quiet subtlety the bravery of the young.
Erections of wisdom push out of his womb,
lines formate rubbing his eyes, exhibiting the progression of life.
Follow the bend and swirl of the branches,
and evaluate the weight of delicate caresses.
Drink Nectar from the war torn leaves,
they stand swift as masculine flowers and love with hearts wid
Emphatic NoddingEmphatic Nodding11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will wear my thong.
it is only a wedding.
sod the rest of you.
Gentle Man at RestGentle Man at Rest11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stooped and haunted, the gentle man at rest
sleeps soundly, undisturbed, in Sunday best,
asleep ensconced in brittle timeless fire,
and seeking tryst with all of Man's desire.
This poet's words not pure enough to soothe,
nor sharply tainted, cause enough to bruise
the sleeping ego, neat and trim, inside
disrupted harmony - a vulture's pride.
The closed and hidden eye has seen it all,
and shouldered all necessity; to call
it living is to leave it all undone -
the vicious twist of life's true form has won.
TrainTrain12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you going my train(?)
with a clank-and-grind steady movement,
and red blink
I could hop on, hobo-style
and ride to San Fransisco
on stale bread and a sway of Jack Daniels
howling with Ginsberg
in the clankity night of
refugee-riding away from conformity.
Travel on the road
with my good friend Jack,
who's got the look of highway in his eyes,
small-talking into crazy dreams
and ending up in Mexico.
And me and Walt,
we could sing the song of ourselves
to every passing black cow in Iowa
and still have room for laughter.
hop on and never get tired,
howl and travel and sing,
but each time I hear that whistle blow
my mind says get off the tracks,
but my heart starts running for the clankity-clank, clackity clack.
Surreptitious FutureSurreptitious Future11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Disturbed by a smack to the belly,
my bitter rain from the cloud unburdened
stains the bedroom carpet.
Rushed to clear the wasted future
breathing no more sensitively than a tree
my husband breaks the band of marriage -
leaves the deranged existence.
He will not consider mortal pain,
my desire to please the eager mother inside:
my body curls to join the life on the floor.
Of carved paper, and caved stomach,
the pretty baby no longer intact,
hot water called for and senseless oblivion -
drifts beyond the shaded soul of pencil grey.
Stone Kings and Loved KingdomsStone Kings and Loved Kingdoms11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This pencil is my spirited javelin,
more nurtured than a rock,
more caring than a spider of doubt:
I am a writer, always travelling.
See here, this open notebook without words,
all tangled in mind silk,
all threatening and bleak, shadowless:
how can I tempt the twists of thought to call?
How I feel the ache to grapple stories,
light a candle to talk,
encourage night to give up secrets:
I field the words like noble warriors.
Imagine stone-built kings enthroned in white,
Greek marble, and carved love,
entrap the beautiful characters:
I plague my little soldiers on the page.
I cast my artistry upon the world,
unfitting and unsought,
the battles to be fought are not won:
and the curved majesty of stars escapes.
People are LookingPeople are Looking11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the one
Who has no blood
To puff the veins
And away from
My bleeding heart.
I am not stood
As I cannot
Find the power
To lift myself up
And out of this chair
So I am down
And people are looking.
I have no thoughts
To air my views
Is unknown to me
In my small world
I do not walk
Or do as I am bid.
I am snuggly warm
And outside air
Avoids me, like the wind.
On ParabolaOn Parabola10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With subatomic subtlety settling on his brow,
he said 'Time's a broken arrow
that points from then to now.'
Once a grain, I entreated him
to stop this flow of sand,
'You're immersed in the irreversible
until, entropical, I land.'
In that glass all is hours,
the busted bucket and the spade,
and each collapsing castle
that our spilt ice cream made.
Since his hands are tide
we can all be shore,
when the sediment slides
there is no more.
HIT ME RUNNINGDon't sell me funeral plotsHIT ME RUNNING12 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on late night television
if the end is already in sight
am I supposed to pull the sheets up to my neck,
count to zero,
smile, and cease?
keep your pills, in all their pretty colors:
celebrex, propecia, allegra, lipitor, zanex, viagra
keep them for scrabble
keep your rogaine, your facelifts
keep your death insurance
keep your graveyard reservations
hit me running.
let me go down swinging
make it a sport:
give me a ten-minute head start
and an obstacle course.
place a beautiful girl on the far side of a mine field
and whisper, "she wants to kiss you"
target me on my feet
dodging doomsday's in slow-mo bullet time
let me duel the grim reaper in a poetry slam
but let me lay where i fall
let the buzzards and coyotes
pick apart my bones
don't stuff me and sew me up
waste my estate on alcohol for my wake
instead of wood for a coffin,
build me a funeral pyre
and set me ablaze like a pagan-warrior-king
Puzzle PiecesPuzzle Pieces11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Have you ever had a revelation? One of those points in your life that will make the biggest difference in your future? Well, I had one today. And I was beyond surprised when I realised how much it was apart of my life.
I am a puzzle piece.
Let's be honest. Everyone is a puzzle piece. And when you have a numerous number of puzzle pieces lying before you, it makes you realise just how significant, unique and special each one of us really is.
Some pieces that are the same - they area part of the same area – from the same cookie-cutter so to speak. You put them together, and what do you know; they fit so well together, you would think that they were made for each other; designed to fit beside the other in perfect harmony. Unfortunately, for me, I seem to run into more of these pieces everyday – the fakes. The pieces everyone loves to hate. In some ways, I sympathise towards them, but then they can kiss my arse. You know you could never forget the pieces that
Chalk OutlinesChalk Outlines9 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Hold my hand.
and together we'll walk into darkness. side by side.
not to be torn a part.
our dreams trying to lead us into different directions.
We let them die.
like our stories. our friends. our hopes. our wishes.
they got old and worn out. We'd do anything to be together.
(We are a puzzle.)
the 2 of us.
leaving the world around us incomplete
like a big puzzle that's lost it's pieces.
(We were a puzzle.)
we outlined ourselves in chalk. again.
to keep us safe. to stop the outside world from drawing us back.
drawing us a part from each other.
To belong to something that didn't rightfully deserve to
so we came back
and killed it.
everything was alright.
at least for a while.
then he came.
ReleaseRelease11 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You're awake " a soft, even voice beckoned through the haze.
It had been calling to him gently, like a beacon of light through the fog of his aching, feverish head for quite some time now, he realized, despite the overpowering confusion which now flooded over him. That voice was the only certain thing left in his whole being. It had kept him from being drawn to the tempting, abysmal darkness just beneath, kept him afloat in that sea of lethargic helplessness, and now, called him to shore And though his eyelashes at last fluttered open ever so slowly, suddenly being conscious again brought him no solace at all from his distress. His situation had simply switched plains from a troubling, nightmarish stupor in his mind the likes he could not awake from, to a nearly paralyzing pain which seemed to anchor every one of his aching limbs to the nevertheless plush surface he lay on.
Inuyasha struggled to focus his weary eyes, which burned even