EscapeWhen I stay up at night thinking
When I daydream in the middle of the day
When I sit and write my poetry
When I look into the digital sea that is the internet
When I smile or laugh at a joke with no meaning
When I zone out
When I lie down for the night
When I stare into the complete darkness before I depart to the land of dreams
I try to climb a wall to the rope that will allow me to escape
But the walls are to smooth
Patted down with the solid and smooth surface of pain
This thing I call life
Am I any good at it?
Am I going to fail as predetermined by the world?
Am I going to end and be represented as the nothingness that I see?
I try to escape these harsh questions
But low and behold they follow me as if I packed them
Maybe I did
Between the socks and shirts . No
With the toothbrush . No
I think I packed it in the deep subconscious of the maze I call my mind
Unfortunately for me there is no escape
DepressedDepressed8 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Once again all alone
I suppose I must deserve it
I'm clingy and annoying
Obnoxious and dense
Rash and silly
Lazy and obsessive
Sometimes I hate myself
I want to draw people in
But only push them away
I cry so much lately
Because everything hurts
Maybe I'm not meant to be happy
I force my smile
I fake my laugh
Does anyone notice?
Does anyone care?
It's not "Like Me" to be so
Depressed? Upset? Angry?
What is 'like me'?
Someone tell me
Because I don't know myself anymore
Once again, as before
I'm all alone
IcarusWho are you, and what am I?Icarus9 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Remember me? I touched the sky
I flew too hard and burned too fast
Dreams like mine, they just don't last
I touched the sun on feathered limbs
I satisfied my wildest whims
But I burnt out, and I fell down
My body wasn't ever found
But don't remember me for how I failed
I embody all the dreams that've sailed
So who are you, and what am I?
Remember me? I wasn't afraid to fly.
Description of a PoemThoughts on paper,Description of a Poem8 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Emotions in ink.
Verse that shows
What the artist may think.
Not just words
That rhyme or not.
It's a writer's emotion,
Their deepest thought.
To write great poetry
So deep and true,
It must come from emotions
Deep inside of you.
What you feel is what you write.
It helps to let it all out.
It's the perfect outlet
For those who don't scream and shout.
Do not be afraid
To let the world know.
Say what you think,
And let your emotions go.
Death is a GentlemanDo I have a reason to fear Death?Death is a Gentleman7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
He is kind and he's quiet,
He listens as well;
He'll drive you to Heaven,
He'll cart you to Hell.
His vest is embroidered
With little white curls
He puts flowers in His pockets
Which He gives to the girls.
He likes to eat chocolate,
(Or so I've heard)
And He keeps in a cage
a little pet bird.
His skeletal horses
Always look proper;
His wine is uncorked
and untouched by the stopper.
His shoes are so polished
You can see yourself in them,
His laces are always tied
Just below His pant hem.
His bones are quite sturdy
And never look brittle;
In fact, I have heard
He quite likes to whittle.
He makes little horses
And little toy men
Which He gives to young patrons
And smaller children.
He tells jokes on occasion,
But He's always polite;
His laugh is infectious
and His chatter is light.
He sweet-talks the ladies
and jokes with the men;
He makes your time worth it,
He won't see you again.
His hat is quite tall
and His suit's always pressed;
And He'll try for yo
Deadly NumberTell me what was the deadly number?Deadly Number7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never even saw you come.
Was it your screen or my bones that cracked?
Just another hit and run.
A prisonerYour gaze went straight into my heartA prisoner7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Holding me prisoner
Squeezing the life out of me
A beautiful death I would die over and over for eternity...
This is meI am no saintThis is me7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
I am no angel
I am no demon
I am no ordinary human
I am not the strongest being alive
I am not who or what you think I am
on the other hand I am
I am a combination of good and evil
I am a vigilante that wields a blade and moves through the night
I am one with the dark and one with the light I stand between the 2 as the middle man
The gray line that stands on the edge
I am the hired blade that strikes down the enemy with no remorse
I harm no innocents and take no prisoners
My philosophy stands as simple as this stand in my way with intent to do harm, be struck down.
Mistreat those who haven't the means to defend themselves or mistreat my friends and family, be struck down
threaten the lives of others and show intent to carry out that threat, be struck down
Threaten me, Be destroyed
I am Known as Middle Man Mike to some and known as Silph to others
I give no sympathy to the weak, closed minded.
This is me.
Barefoot Today I ran barefoot. It's the only way to run. You don't know freedom until you've run without shoes. Without soles weighing you down. Or laces tying you back. Run without inhibitions.Barefoot6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Today I ran down hills and across busy streets. Feet pounding against hot asphalt. Running through cool, damp, grass. Balancing on curbs. And jogging along walls .
Today I ran down crowded sidewalks, shoes in hand, not returning glances. Silent questions hang heavy in the air. They watch me as I make my way down the street. I zig-zag past trash bins and over recycle bins. The hurdles of city life.
Today I cut across lawns. Made my way through parking lots. Past schools, silent, empty for the summer. Ran past yards with inflatable pools and grills waiting to be lit. Through hopscotches drawn in chalk. Pink dust clinging to my feet.
Today I ran barefoot. Ignoring snide remarks and odd stares. I just ran. Leaving ever
SuicideI find it funny how thoseSuicide7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
who choose to take their lives,
whether by pills or hanging from
a noose or a knife to the wrists
are the ones who everyone calls coward,
when everyone else is afraid to die.
Perfect Strangers.I stand alone on our street,Perfect Strangers.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where perfect strangers used to meet.
Memories fall amidst the rain,
With hope I'll see your face again.
The mere sound of raindrop steps,
Plays soundtrack to my late regrets.
I pace our street, I pace the years,
While raindrops mix with salty tears.
And I wonder,
Why couldn't I love you?
And I wonder,
What you might say if you knew.
If it's true
that only perfect strangers meet,
I vow to stand forever
in the rain upon our street.
Not forgotten.I need you more than Elvis needed a guitar,Not forgotten.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
more than Zambia needs a rainy day,
more than Ben needed Jerry.
I will love you till Titanic rises,
until the sun forgets to set,
until the world loves Marmite.
I miss you like a third arm,
like a childhood fish,
like a London bus in rush hour.
In plain and simple,
black and white,
you're not forgotten.
Velvet lips and Silken WordsI remember the night when we stood at my houses door.Velvet lips and Silken Words7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We told each other we had never felt this way before.
I hugged him, nuzzling my face into the jacket he wore.
He kissed me and I kissed him, secretly wanting more.
I thought we had a life ahead of us to explore.
After that, he ignored me, and I felt rotten to the core.
I tried to talk to him and he acted like he didn't know me, like he never met me, and walked away, calling me a bore.
I knew I could talk to him nevermore.
He consumed my mind, like he was the ocean, and I could never get to shore.
The boy I loved, that I had thought loved me broke my heart, and left me alone to die on the floor.
LossI see my fate in your cruel eyes,Loss7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
There is only pain, suffering and a horrible demise.
You do not respond to my devastating cries,
You do not see my pathetic tries.
Sun changes to moon,
I feel my death coming soon.
Another day, another night,
In my eyes nothing is right.
But still it was an unforgettable walk under the glistening moon,
Even knowing that youll leave me soon.
Hope was slipping through,
And was crushed by you
I held you like a teddy, very tight
And watched the sun fade in the horrible darkness of this night.
My feelings were so strong,
But I was very wrong.
Like a helpless child,
Walking into the fire burning wild,
I felt so dark, and so alone,
Another toy that was by the cruel life thrown.
All my feelings were crushed,
I was by the darkness touched.
Forgot all my hopes, and all of my dreams.
Left alone by myself again, it seams.
In the morning I die,
In the night I rise,
Left to perish inside,
Nowhere can I hide.
Park of Dreams ReloadedPark Of DreamsPark of Dreams Reloaded7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
While walking through a park today,
I tripped upon a rock of gray,
then struck my head upon that stone
where I blacked out there all alone.
A dream soon took me to a place,
a crisp clear vision of your face,
your blue eyes shined their loving glow,
your golden hair was let to flow
upon bare shoulders naturally,
as it cascaded down on me.
You placed a soft hand to my face,
which caused my heart to pound and race.
You brought your breath so close to mine,
then whispered only one small line.
You said... "I Love You... yes I do,
I'll always be here just for you".
That forced my dreaming eyes to tear,
for suddenly I had no fear.
No fear of ever losing you,
the one I've searched for my life through.
The one so lovely, warm, and kind,
the one I thought I'd never find.
I tried to force my lips to move,
to say the words so I could prove,
that all held feelings deep inside,
are feelings that I cannot hide.
But words don't come so easily,
while deep within a dream you see,
Broken dreamsBroken dreams deep with in me,Broken dreams7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Scattered into tiny pieces near me.
Reminding me of my past mistakes,
I want those moments back no matter what it takes.
It hurts me to look way back,
And fall into the abyss of black.
My mind is like a deep, dark rustling forest,
Cannot be calm, can never rest,
It is now prepared only to detest.
Everything seems black,
I am cold, warm love I lack.
I just want to go back.
Every night I fall asleep,
Hoping that I wont rise from my dream that is very deep,
Watching everything brake,
I feel that nothing I can do, everything they take...
Monsters that I've created,
Eating, destroying me, for too long have I everything hated.
My broken dreams have slayed me,
I have changed; I am not as I used to be.
Shattered are my dreams, and so am I,
Emotionless in a field of screams I lie.
No one would care if I would just die,
You can see the pain in my feeling less eye.
Though in my heart I still feel hope,
That ties me and life with a weak rope.
For too long have
I would notI would not ask to see your face, for I am not worthy of the passion in your eyes.I would not7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
I would not ask for a smile, for I don't deserve the happiness it would bring me.
I would not ask for your touch, because it would warm the cold depths of my being.
I would not ask for your love, because the lowest creature deserves it more than I.
My thoughts and my dreams betray me, for it is there that we are together
Sharing the joys of life, of love, and of simply being there for each other
In my world, there are no tears of sorrow, I would bear that burden for you
You are far to precious to me to ever feel pain and suffering again
With your hand in mine, I can withstand every storm that this life brings
No feat is too great to achieve with you by my side along the way
We not only take on the entire world, we take it on and win
As with all dreams though, reality comes crashing in, and I find myself here alone
I would not ask for your heart, no matter how much I love you.
25 to deuce.Suicidal because I'm lonely.25 to deuce.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drunken until it owns me,
Poverty's hands hold me.
Anxiety notions mold me.
I'm a tiger locked in a zoo.
Seems that you are too.
Their telling us go to school,
Considering us all fools.
The pupil learns from the teacher,
The teacher mimics the preacher,
The preachers working for money,
Some but not all, its funny.
It appears that I'm going crazy.
Crazier more than lately.
Visions of having babies.
She's twisting my arm to make me.
Provoking me till it hurts,
I knocked his dick in the dirt.
He really shouldn't have pushed me.
I guess he thought I was pussy.
Pride is what makes us stand,
But pride will kill any man.
Pride will form many plans,
Then give you a back hand!
Somebody said their your friend.
The'll stick it out till the end.
Their swearing they got your back.
As long as you making Scratch.
Ohh what a web we weave,
When people plot & deceive.
Manipulation does pay,
And then came that day.
That day he showed his true colors
I was robbed left bleeding
EulogyDon't cry for me,Eulogy6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as I am dead.
Smile for me,
for I have lived.
for I can no longer.
for I want you to.
for I am happy.
for I do too.
so I won't be forgotten.
Embrace the fact that I moved on,
and do so yourself.
Remember the times,
where we laughed.
Remember the times,
when we couldn't stop crying.
I tried so hard,
and worked my way into your hearts.
and let me keep that place in your heart.
Hold me there,
and we'll meet again.
Let me stay,
and never let me leave.
for I am gone.
Let me go,
for I won't come back.
I say to you,
goodbye my friends.
Remember my words,
and let me leave in peace.
RoadI am walking alone along this road,Road7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
It is too hard to carry all of this heavy load.
I try to scream, I try to shout,
But nobody hears it, there is no doubt.
Dark clouds are above me,
I am not a man as I used to be.
I walk down this road painfully, but I dont stop,
I shall not give up until Ill lifelessly drop.
I sit to rest, on this heavy rock,
And I get an enormous electricity shock.
It came out of nowhere; it came from the sky;
It was a sign that if Ill stay here, Ill die.
I stood up and walked away,
And suddenly the rock and its surroundings started to decay.
I thanked the God for this great sign,
As painful as it was, it saved the life of mine.
The PushOh dancing fairy,The Push7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Why do your eyes so magically glisten?
And why does your face seem so merry?
My face is wintery pale and dead,
Even more blood has been shed.
The cruelty of humans has stabbed my eyes,
My ears drown in their pitiful lies...
My empty eyes bleed,
From your horrible need.
I am wounded deep,
Slowly falling into another dark sleep.
You just prosper, extend and multiply,
You don't even care that I slowly die.
Expand your cities, your terrible needs,
Growing more and more dreadful weeds.
My wings are smashed,
I cannot fly, all hope has crashed.
But I see that anarchy will fall,
Finally the lights' trumpets call.
Dear human, you're such a perfect creation!
So carefree and full of determination.
How would you like to feel the pain of extermination???
My loveTouch me, and I will awake,My love7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
With a strong, heart piercing ache.
I know, that we can not be together,
But my heart is yours forever.
Your kiss can kill,
I hope I have a strong enough will,
To whit stand your seduction,
Oh its just my introduction.
When you walk down the hall,
All the boys start to bawl,
But I stay silent,
Even though I am quite violent,
Oh God, give me some courage!
To talk to an angel with such great knowledge.
Day after day I try to come near you,
But I cant even say: Hi how are you?
When I look at your lips, eyes and hair
I understand that you dont really care.
Your appearance says it all,
Youre always dressed up like going to a ball.
Oh and who am I kidding here!
I always wanted to feel you near.
No mater what you are,
My love has gone oh too so far...
I want a kiss; I want a touch
Oh God am I asking for that much?
Youre like a flower: very fragile and pure
I fear that this pain I can no longer endure.
Should I end it all or should I wait?
Perspectives of a Hallucino...Comfort. The softness of the basement couch. Misery loves company.Perspectives of a Hallucino...8 years ago in Open More Like This
Trickling through my fingers. Whispering across my face, her disappearing
lips trace across my cheeks. The smell is sweet, but she is rough against
my throat. Her smell isn't so much intoxicating as it is suffocating, yet
the smoke paralyses my senses and touches my soul. Her street name is
undeserving of her effect on me. Forever, she shall be known to me as
Mary-Jane. I will never know her beauty.