i know a girl.her eyes are like the flowers on my doorstep:i know a girl.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
brilliant, glowing with vibrant color.
her secrets are like the coals in my fire:
red-hot, tender, secluded. deadly.
she hides them with her passionate flames,
that scorch her surroundings through her words
and unquenchable opinions.
the kids, they call her ember
or some times fire girl,
because she always seems
to be burning like a pyre.
one night, as we watched the stars,
she whispered in my ear.
she revealed to me her secret coals,
hiding behind the flames.
every word was painful, every syllable burned,
but her tears would heal my angry sores
and stay my inner fire,
and by the end of that long night
i had claimed her as my own.
i swallowed her fire, i embraced her pain,
and now that her secrets have scorched my heart
i know why she must burn.
i know a girl
she rages like a fire.
but when she smolders down
to searing coals, she is ten times
Opportunity-8.FebruaryOpportunity-8.February10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the texture of my missed sunrise
wrapped in amber arms and a smirk
fluxing in the newborn light:
I'd've flung myself in arms that begged to hold me
if I'd known they were there
I'm staring into your distance, someone
singing in my buttoned ears
—chops for my cubical existence
there's cement beneath us in springtime, still cold
to the touch of jean-clad cheeks,
this tank top rag doll
folded into your lanky figure,
patient for day
I'm trapped, sometimes,
in fleeting shadows—moments that shouldn't feel
like midwinter sun taunting,
tangling the air, hair
falling in your solstice eyes,
but they do
yellow bird.yellow bird7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yellow-bird with coffin breast,
roosted sling of matchsticks and spider legs-
Ive watched her strip them in twilight
from bulging blood bodies, grapes shell eat,
wine to throat, a song to sing beneath slated roof.
A screw, a bolt, Ive turned a winding fir
branch into mechanics of hands and clutching.
A trap: salted fish with thumbtack scales-
an unkeeping of flight, on the snow of the perch.
I sweep song to ring with muted clapper,
between beak hammered shut,
wool-bite moth with snap-close wings,
pinned to a curl behind my ear.
your personal geography.You killed every one of my dreams. They were fragile and required deep digging, but you dug deep enough to find a way.your personal geography.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(Haven't you thought that by breaking every single one, you must have killed yourself multiple times?)
You didn't quite adore all the cracks on my heart, so you took it to lost-and-found. You labeled it lovely - "broken things are beautiful" was your anthem. Me, I didn't see it as beautiful.
(Just throw it out, no one could ever be interested in such an ugly hollow organ.)
Definition of a loser: someone who does not win. You used to say I won at losing, maybe to make seem less discouraging.
(So did I win or lose? No, I couldn't win. Not even at loosing.)
I once asked you to tell me the latitude and longitude of your love. You locked me out of the room while you were trying to figure it out.
(But you never did find the component needed before taking any measurements.)
crashing.'think of yourself as a breath of air,' he tells me. 'compared to the overall atmosphere, you are tiny. insignificant.'crashing.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'but someone out there is breathing you in,' he continues. 'they're living off of you. you are the oxygen in their lungs, running through their veins and keeping them alive.'
i think that i'd be the polluted kind of air. the kind nobody wants. the kind that ends up killing people.
but i keep these thoughts inside.
'if i fell, would you catch me?' i ask, your fingers cold in mine.
'the crash is never as bad as they make it sound,' he says cryptically.
i take this to mean no.
'what do i remind you of?' you ask.
i have no answer.
but one day, i will find it.
and i'll write you a letter, because we both know you'll be long gone by then.
you remind me of dreams.
sometimes, i'll wake up from them happy. sometimes, i'll be afraid and crying.
sometimes, i'll just wake up empty.
but in the end -
i never can hang onto them.
mad scientistOmad scientist6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he mixes 'freedom'
with 'love' and
pours the mess
in a bottle labelled
(he likes to think he's multi-talented,
and illusions are the best emulsifiers.)
his potion shelve crashes
to the basement floor
every single day.
(he has always been this clumsy.)
he takes notes
of all his experiments
and then destroys them.
(he wants to be known
for his successes. not his failures.)
he thought he knew all the recipes
for gold, love, life, sleep,
but there just is no such thing
(he is not as smart
as his glasses and lab coat might suggest.)
his former loves in formaldehyde.
(one day he will
have found a cure.)
he stopped using logic in his formulas.
(one day he will
name something after him.)
theme two - lovei.theme two - love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you crackle with static energy that
shocks the nerves into kineticism
and makes him forget how to move
the tips of his fingers so they meet yours
you are popsicle skies and hazy
mouths that cloud his mind
and his wristwatch so that he loses
track of time when he looks in your eyes
you have molten hands that forge
through hills and valleys of good morning
smiles so that they wrap around his
heart and he melts in your hands
you bring butterflies and foolishness
like they are doggy bags of
necessary emotion and you want to
make sure he is well fed
there is something ringing in my ear
after he stretches out upon the grass
and cannot stop telling me that
your eyelashes whisper "home"
Metre 101So. Metre.Metre 10110 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It has become a dirty word in some poetry circles.
It conjures images of withered, grey-haired men laboriously counting out beats and stresses whilst coughing up phlegm because of all the dust in their cramped and quasi-arcane libraries.
It really isn't all THAT bad, trust me.
So, without getting too 'old-man' technical - What is metre? what is it good for?
And, importantly, how does one use it?
Well, let's see if we can come up with some workable and easily understood answers by the end of this.
#1: What is metre?
Technical Language: The most well known metre, 'Accentual Syllabic Metre' is the rhythmic arrangement of syllables and patterns of stresses in a poetic line.
Translation: Metre is a poetic device that allows you to consciously orchestrate the flow of rhythm in a poem by paying attention to the natural rise and fall of the spoken word, and how to align those patterns of word-emphasis in an effective way.
#2: What is metre good for?
Her voiceShe was someone the world thought strong,Her voice6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A light unto others, a dear beloved one,
But it was all veneer and under it all she was as hurt as the rest,
This light shone only on the outside, it could never touch her dark heart.
Her smile so loving to others, was just another lie she put on,
Her clothes, always immaculate were just specially equipped armour,
Able to protect her from most of life's pleasures, while on the inside she was soft,
She always was afraid it would all be pierced one day and she would be lost.
Each day her strength and love was put on, like her clothes, like her smile,
Each day she would walk out into the world, seemingly unafraid of anything,
But each day she would know the lie, know the falsity and inside cut herself again,
Her garden of mauve petalled scent, wilted under their years of harsh truth bared.
Her dreams were never fulfilled for her, the dream of her perfect life,
She couldn't bare the thought of having them shattered upon mocking laughter,
HitmanShe made love a hit listHitman6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Checking off each line as each shot is fired.
That would be my falling, not hers.
Then there's entrapping, heartache, pain, doubt, betrayal, anger, more pain.
What she doesn't realize is that she's not my first. She won't be my last.
I've been hit before and know how to pick up (most of) the pieces.
Sure I'll leave some behind but I've got scars to fill in the blanks.
I just hope someone finds those fragments so that they'll learn.
So that they'll not be next on her already bloodied hit list.
Bending or Breaking?I have been here many times,Bending or Breaking?6 years ago in Open More Like This
I have stood here on this edge, on this precipice for a while,
I have asked myself a million questions, and told myself a million lies,
I have longed for forgotten memories, and dreamt of sunny smiles,
I have seen myself in ages past,
I have lost myself in futures that creep, in between the cracks of two mirrors,
But always it seems it comes to me,
This one choice,
Whether to bend or break.
Just sometimes though, the choice seems to have been irrelevant.
Twisted PeaceI am the unexpected shiver on a sunny day. The catch in your breath when there should be only laughter.Twisted Peace6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darkened eyes settle longingly over happy scenes, as I sit alone here on this bench, lost in a world altogether distant.
Transposed and misplaced I am merely a fragment of what you knew.
Sunlight races across fields of green, but all I see is the shadows as they sway and dance to untimely rhythms.
There is only grey here. I miss the colors; even black would be a welcome relief from the dull haze.
The wind blows softly, cooling in its passing the heat of the day, but all I feel is the deadened weight of my heart.
My tears are gone, left behind when I stepped off the cliff leaving no note or apology. I endure my consequence alone, understanding too late the true meaning of finality.
Those dreams and nightmares which haunted me are shattered, littered in the blood red diamonds, lost in the breath, in the wind.
The whirling of the dark clouds
Trust MeTrust me.Trust Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take my hand,
It's just a simple step
taken at least once before.
Now, take a breath, my dear.
It's been a while, I know.
Have you lost the memory?
why are you trembling?
You already made the choice; I am here to simply help you along.
Don't look at me that way,
of pain and regret
and need and punishment.
Dancing upon broken happiness and shattered yesterdays.
I was your answer, remember?
You look at me in shock but I can only shrug in response.
I am not the one haunted.
I am at peace as I talk with you; it is you who is tormented by your decision.
You have no right to look at me that way.
But then, maybe you do.
You chose this path.
I can say it once more if you rather.
I am not angry with you, rather reminding.
I made sure you read the small print.
You saw the scars and still you have the audacity to be appalled upon spying my truth.
It amuses me more than anything, I suppose.
Come to me,
Go ahead an
Silent VoidI cannot stay here in this silence,Silent Void6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is killing me, slowly and painfully, tearing me apart,
Tearing me inside where others can not see, can not feel,
I am lost in this void, stuck with a scratched record memory.
Leave me here alone, take my life again, inevitably leading down,
For what you can not inflict on me, I inflict upon myself,
Oh star scarred heart, wound yourself no more, no more please,
Your brain is lost in cloud, your body hits the floor.
But death is not an easy solution to grip, for the mind shies away,
And I fear it will not be the true release as I want it, there is much undone,
I must therefore break this silence, and carry on with the guilt, grief and pain,
And go out and sing, survive as I can, and dance with childish joy again in this rain.
Love,Love,Love,6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your voice on my ears
was like rain
after a drought.
How I'd missed you,
without even realizing it.
Your breath on my skin
was like snow
in the desert.
and oh so welcome.
Manicured FingernailsSlumped across this jagged edgeManicured Fingernails6 years ago in Other More Like This
Flickers and resounds
Upturned humble skin
Chewing their manicured fingernails
Drift into this a puckering sleep
Drenched grey Collapse
Slumped across this jagged edge
Do You...Do you miss me, while you are searching for your lost self out there?Do You...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knowing that I am also thinking of you somewhere near,
Do you still think of me no matter how busy you are or whatever you do;
Do you think that how happy I would be if I was with you!
Do you long to hold me tight the way you used to ?
And to prove your love, you hope that one day your dreams will come true;
Does thoughts of mine cheer you up whenever you are blue?
Cause, you know I am always happy whenever I think of you;
Do you remember those days whenever we were around each other?
Do you still think of us, as you and me together with joy and pleasure;
Do these thoughts bring me back to your mind often;
more than ever you could say?
So, now do you cherish me more and treasure all those memories,
in the fondest way!?
The sacramentThe sacramentThe sacrament5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My tears speckle the pillow
brilliantly like stars the firmament.
Every single star lets my heart
die in another part.
Outwards apparently in silence
but at the inside with a soul-shattering scream.
With the bravery of despair
I tried to face myself up to this pain
and to tear you from my heart
together with the root
that anchors you firmly there.
For some time I seemed to have succeeded
to accomplish this inhuman strain.
However, my damned heart has betrayed me,
it shows me my weakness quite plainly.
It almost seems as if you put a spell on me.
Because with one single look,
even with the lifting of an eyebrow,
you lift me in seventh heaven
or overthrow me in the deepest hell.
The tears of my pain and my joy
lie in your beloved hand.
I love you so much,
it seems nearly impossible
for a human heart to comprise that.
But the heart is a chalice
unmeasured in its capacity.
Who loves, doesn't forsake himself
in the love for the other.
He augments his self
UntitledDeep inside you'll always beUntitled5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The one that healed the wound in me
For now I know there's one true guy
Who makes me feel normal inside,
For happi-ness shipped in glass
Will likely wound an elephants ass
But an elephant who never sits
Will wish he had to avoid shin splints.
A ballooning friendship is always better
Because in life, the weight is much lighter
When a hand to hold is at one's side
The jump is quicker, a landing with more stride.
So I waste not time in saying life
Is full of unearned burning strife
But if the hand fits the glove
Will you be my one true love?
Contradiction of ConditionsA Contradiction of Catastrophic ConditionsContradiction of Conditions6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tumultuous as a flash summer storm I am spilt out;
the permanent stain on your otherwise spotless record.
Filled with great need but empty as the vast chasm
I am the choice you want to ignore but never can forget.
Shattered from your carelessness,
Desolate from your departure,
Uneven from the merciless tears in my spirit,
and Undone from the sudden incompleteness left behind.
Never will I be fully healed
every day I give thanks for the damage you fashioned.
One day Men of knowledge will say I could have said no and then they will argue why I did not. There will be no answer for their endless yet intellectual questions.
It was my choice to accept your invitation and I can blame no one; not even myself.
I drank from your devastation and wallowed in the lonely negations.
I am all and nothing
I am unsavable yet satisfied
I am yours yet never can be again
You will hate me forever and I am the only one who will ever truly l
To Whom I LoveYour eyes so strange and blue,To Whom I Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they have seen pain and heartaches,
heartaches that are deep enough to drown in.
Your hands are soft and rough,
and they work up and down this spine,
they are so loving and tender in their touch.
Your dreams are so warm and simple
so elegant in their soft spoken truths,
yet they are buried so deeply none can see them easily.
Your body has seen much use,
and your soul has seen many lives,
hidden truths, lonely moments and painful tries.
You have been alone in moments of joy,
in moments of pain you have cried within,
you hold a rage that one doesn't touch lightly.
You hold a fear that none want to see,
none want to dream about, nor live,
you hold so many things lost in dancing shadows in those solar-eclipse eyes.
You are one who has been loved and left,
and one who loves a whole night through, who loves for an eternity,
one who has looked up at a hope from the wells of despair and wished so much.
You have been loved, have been hurt, have hurt in return, hav
Found wordsI call you my stareater since you take away my dreams,Found words6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You've drowned me in darkened corners,
And throw my heart to curs and snakes.
Pounding against my heart your words bring hail filled diamonds,
Slipping from these cold dark dead glass eyes,
I call you my stareater since you take away my dreams.
You seem to have tied me in endless knots till there's no hope for escape,
There is no hope left at all,
And throw my heart to curs and snakes.
You've stabbed my heart so many times,
You could have painted your house with what I've bled,
I call you my stareater since you take away my dreams.
You've cast me in fog so thick, that the world ceases to exist,
And i wander as if lost in drunken haze,
And throw my heart to curs and snakes.
You try and loose me again when you have already lost yourself,
Lost yourself in your hollow drum words and stale dry regrets,
I call you my stareater since you take away my dreams,
And throw my heart to curs and snakes.
I Fell Asleep "Smiling"It's finally over,I Fell Asleep "Smiling"6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(but it'll find a way to revive itself)
I think I'm getting over it.
(until something happens)
I've finished this struggle,
(or I have just begun)
A few questions have been answered,
(but even more posed)
All my whole self wants to do,
(or the part that controls me)
Is to stand there and scream.
It's no longer in my hands,
(but it's still in that corner of my heart)
It's your decision.
(with my probable intervention)
I'm crossing my fingers,
(for both of my outcomes, it's an awkward position)
You make the right choice.
(for you, because you need to care for yourself for once)
Last night I realized,
(with a large leap of faith)
I could live either way.
(either way could be hell)
But that made me happy,
(in an ignorant kind of way)
And as I closed my eyes,
(let my guard down for once)
I fell asleep.
XtineAnger?Xtine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Disillusionment of Society!
RIP MY HAIR OUT!!!
Stab out mine heart and leave me for I am without direction.
Filled to the brim and exploding out.
I can't see straight.
I can't think.
The voices in my head scream all at once while the world around me mumbles incoherently.
Make it stop!
Make it stop before I gouge my eyes out if only to stuff my ears with them!
It's all I ask.
Just a little focus.
A little quiet
A little consistency for the poor drummer in the corner.