Forever Raining Dead PainForever Raining Dead Pain11 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
When We Die Holding HandsWhen We Die Holding Hands11 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
__. I'm sorry__. I'm sorry10 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
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.
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
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.
Shikatema seg.2 chap. 4ShikaTema segment 2 chapter 4Shikatema seg.2 chap. 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Temari looked at Shikamaru incredulously as he said the statement. Something to do first? He wasn't planning on going after those ninja was he? They could be in the next village at this point.... there wasn't really a point to searching for them. They could do anything and hide anywhere... so what was he planning?
She again looked at Shikamaru and saw the smirk on his face. She looked on curiously, not quite understanding what he was planning on doing. Whatever it was however, she planned to go with him, she wasn't staying here by herself while Shikamaru attempted to do whatever it was he was doing. But she was not quite sure what he was going to do, and she planned to find out.
"Shikamaru..." She said softly, attempting to stand up somewhat slowly. "What exactly are you going to do huh?" Shikamaru, standing, took a glance at her.
"Exactly what I plan to do..." He said. "Is to make sure that I complete my mission." Temari looked at him, now very puzzeled.
Regal ChildRegal Child11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
reach inside my mind.
unravel the happiness
to find my reasons.
the pensive father,
deciding the small one's fate:
I will hold you now.
the sound of laughter
tickles my senses awake:
my small baby boy.
wear my crown, my son.
clothe yourself in majesty,
and rule this land well.
Distorted DelusionOn parade for everyone to seeDistorted Delusion12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dragging the chains, tearing into me
Why the fuck can\'t they let me be
From them I will never be free
My paranoia they seem to prefer
Tripping my mind, watching it stir
Huddled together, they menacingly concur
Let\'s see what we can get out of her
Crawling away, battered and sore
Blood dripping from the hole they tore
My pain they violently begin to restore
Escaping is not that easy anymore
The damp earth invites me in
As the soil clings to my blackened skin
My body reels, my head starts to spin
They continue to show my countless sins
Long gone are my demented illusions
Slowly replaced by terror and confusion
I have come to the sickening conclusion
That I am sinking into this distorted delusion
Dont let me fall againIm lonely,Dont let me fall again11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im without a soul,
Inside im screaming and crying.
No purpose, no reason,
Kill me for an act of treason,
Don't yell , Im deaf,
I can't hear your words,
I still see the violence,
Still feel the hurt.
Im another one of them freaks,
Roaming with out a cause,
excited by death,
saddend by life,
I laugh when life took an unexpected pause,
No one can see, they are as blind as me,
Kiss me, my sweet victory,
Drown me in my own tears.
Im with out a soul,
Inside im screaming and crying.
Let Me DieLet me dieLet Me Die14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me die,
It hurts to live,
Let me die,
My soul to give.
I want to die,
Give me rest,
I don't want to try,
Just a bullet in the chest.
Every acrid breath makes sweet death,
Like the gentle touch of a lovers caress.
Let me die,
I beg you please,
Pain and disease
Are only a tease.
Give me a place,
Where I can be free,
Where demons wont chase,
And torture me
GuestMy mind peels open, expanding into infinite creation,Guest11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound only by language.
Passing through depthless corridors of refracted energy,
Only in motion does the limitless beauty of stillness surround.
Particles dance in the air, singing their song without notes,
As I listen. You weep.
Eyelashes fail to keep your sorrow from my eyes,
While consumed in your elegence my vision blurs, and I sink into space.
I'd love to stay out tonight,
But I'm cold, and I don't know how many more of your tears I can take.
HIT ME RUNNINGDon't sell me funeral plotsHIT ME RUNNING11 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
suicide noteI'm blind, how can I see when my sun has gone?suicide note12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've lost my soul, how the hell can I go on?
The pain in the past, you've helped me get through,
But how do I now, now when I've lost you?
Give me a chance; I want back my life,
Give me a smile, to make it all right.
Show me you lips and please not the door,
Make me rich, instead of being poor.
I won't be able to go on, you're like ecstasy,
Addicted to my soul, I don't want to be free.
I want you to hold me forever, don't leave me behind,
Don't let me go, I know you're to kind.
Hear me grieving; I'm lying on the floor,
Drunk or dead? I don't know anymore.
I am bleeding, while were apart,
I can prove from the scars on my heart.
Regret in my eyes, begging in tears,
Loosing you now, I've lived all my fears.
I am dying, crying on the floor,
I don't want to live, don't love life any more.
This is my ballad of how my mistakes cost me my life,
This is the ballad of they cost me my pride.
If I can't live life with you by my side,
I don't want to l
TrenchesShe's aphasic. She doesn'tTrenches10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cough mustard gas
from rice paper lungs.
Her armies have learned
it's habit to fight,
lose a black mud trench
and retake it
five hours later.
For one million casualties,
one hundred yards were gained.
is ten thousand men down,
and she crawls
over their bodies,
fingers and toes
with dirt, blood,
and blue flesh.
Sometimes I'm so hungry
that I feel full,
sick and clenched.
my empty hands feel
like they're holding something
The Unclean MindThe Unclean Mind11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
someone is always watching -
do not post that filth.
Baby BoyBaby Boy11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
grasping for the untouched stone:
The Brightest StarI.The Brightest Star6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was young, I gazed up at the sky in hopes of finding the brightest star to wish upon. One night, I found it, and I wished to fly up through the clouds to reach it, and make it shine brighter for you.
I had my heart on my sleeve that night, but I was too shy to breathe a word of it to you.
The years went by, and we grew distant. Every day, life took the best of us, and we struggled to keep up with the insanity of it all. Our own traumas seemed so insignificant compared with the struggles and tragedies we were heartbroken to hear about around the world.
We were best friends once, but that must have felt insignificant too.
High school graduation was a liberating time for us. We were wild and finally free, set out to start our own life, devoid of the chains of parental dilemmas and arguments over punishments we knew deep down we really deserved. I looked your way as we threw our caps into the air and said farewell to our
Sunflower FluxSunflower Flux11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He played hard this month: She played well this month:
Mortgages prefixed sales Chlorophyll quotas left in the wake
and rows of steadfast hotels, of cushioned lovers and tickling tiny noses
plastic monuments saluting a gaudy cannon
The Blackest RoseThe sky is restless tonight.The Blackest Rose7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wind blows softly, tangling my hair as it lingers about,
And I think of you, just like always.
The moon is radiant, infiltrating the darkness,
With its light, as the comforting shadows
Mourn with me over the love I had lost.
These tears of misery that fell heavily
From these empty eyes clouded the dreams
Of happiness I had once yearned for.
Tonight I cling to the memories,
To the things that weren't to be,
And yet again, my heart breaks.
I can embrace myself,
Hold my own hand, and love myself,
But I cannot look into my own eyes,
And feel my own soul lift me up.
I know I cannot relive this tragedy once more.
A raven came to me on this night, his cries echoing my own
As I reached towards the sky, hoping I could touch you,
And bring you back home.
The blackest rose this raven gave to me,
The petals soft and fragrant, reminding me
That true love never really dies.
For a moment it was as if you were with me
Once again, way back then,
When nothing else matter
zzznight's limbo is retrospective,zzz5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lights whim & akimbo and the shadows are epileptic
but stiller than still this is me leaning on my windowsill,
testing nonsleep's nimble rim till I tumble upwards etched & wrenched come early morn,
thinking what my wallclock must think of time & I
hounding sane, sound sounds, dreaming of the brick tongues of fireflies
and the many realms of the weather.
have you ever tried miming a dialogue with a handheld moment
only to find its spasm as warm as a cat's ninth life?
and that the past that the present has passed is a limber lie
from the moment your eyes pretend to memorize it?
well, sorry, I don't speak eyeese. if I try it's all wink & wheeze until language comes along.
at least then I know what to call it, one of its manyshaped names.
that's what monologue gets you, negotiations with pieslices of time
till your throat is dry & spidery and you're dying to be tired
but the glow attracts litt