The AstronomerThe Astronomer12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The night is a skin around me
I poke holes in to see the stars.
Wakeful hours, wide-eyed trying to see
out there while perched on the trunk of my car.
The night is a skin around me.
Blue-black, straining to see
myself in the blue moon, red of mars.
Inside of me
so many fireflies, in too many jars.
Night. Skin around me
reaching out in tiny puckered pores.
Image through the lens, tiny planet sea
of sometimes sparkles, desert land, drying shores.
forget the scope, forget mars.
The night is a skin around me
I poke holes in to see the stars.
GoodbyeGoodbye11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(August 17, 2003 / 12:55 midnight)
There's something I need to tell you,
but I hope you won't be angry,
and that it won't change anything
between us, we would still be friends.
I have been keeping this from you
for a very, very long time.
I just can't help it anymore;
It's tearing me apart inside.
I have feelings for you, you know.
I don't know when it had started,
I just found myself one morning
visioning us as more than friends.
I know you've noticed it lately.
I've not been myself for some time.
It's because I've been trying to
hold back the feelings in my heart.
I know that you love someone else.
Someone already has your heart,
and I'm happy for you truly.
Just please, please don't be mad at me.
I just have this need to tell you;
Just have to get this off my chest
before I leave and say goodbye,
to live and go on with my life.
Today, I just want you to know
that I loved you with all my heart,
and I regret nothing;
Because with you, I've been happy.
Thank you, for all the ti
Where Souls ReclinePoetry dead; isWhere Souls Recline12 years ago in Open More Like This
Lifted on grandeur to heady heights.
Untaught, hidden in dusted halls, where hallowed words are uttered
Do you hear mutters?
And a holy hush refrain.
It is prayer, not fiction. Not willing outreach in creative burst
For poets are dead, but its religion lives.
On the day it grew hazed, it was clouded,
You held sticks, sat upon a shore - wished for days
When ink-to-paper flew easily
Held minds actions and was not alone.
Yet, how are you alone? Patient flutter -
Sun, air, birds trees shade - ah, in shade
She is air, tickle
Wind dances light and in poetic glance does entertain
The day is alive; the verse rests undisturbed
On high peaks and eight leagues under.
a ng e l ey e sa ng e l ey e s11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There were glimmers of light our cigarettes gave off as we strived to keep ourselves silent and unnoticed. It was another mission to the stars or did the stars lower themselves for just one more hour; a few grains of sand longer?
Where the cement curbed, we do not trust pass so we settle for beached shadow replicas of you and me, longing for silence as we fell short of breath.
But there was only a you and a me…
A you in your car and a me with my feet on the dashboard and my palms on your knees.
When all the stories of the night were stole and I gave up producing anymore realities and the needles were used up and the weekends were suspended, the sidewalks appealed to your feet as I begged you to abandon loneliness. The rooftops were solemnly dark and they watch over the streets where one day we would look up to see ourselves.
Our dreams were held out by barbed wire fences and our finger prints held to us by innovative flash cards allowing them all to view these residues of humanity buri
Tips For the NoviceTips For the Novice11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Tips For The Novice
It's an all-too common occurrence on my periodic forays into the world of internet poetry - writing weakened by a lack of fundamental knowledge concerning the essence of poetry writing. There are no rules set in stone about creative writing. The writer that strikes new trails can make a lasting impact on the world of poetry, but the chances of a writer stumbling upon golden words without a solid knowledge base are slim to none. The following tips for novice writers are intended to help shore up those fundamentals, to help the young writer breathe the essence of life into their poems, and to better share that essence with the reader.
The most important element you can inject into your poetry is imagery. Imagery is made up of sense data: color, sound, smell, temperature, the feeling of physical contact. When we remember anything with any vividness, we remember in images. When we fantasize or hallucinate, it is i
Once Upon a DreamOnce Upon a Dream11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Once upon a dream
Love convinced me to believe being with you was necessary.
Blinded, I followed along helplessly with a hand reaching out.
Heartless human nature held responsibility for my sadness,
I assumed the position to defend without a signal of strength.
Freedom releases itself with each backhand that you give me,
with my back against the wall, my eyes beg more while I plead no.
Addicted to the pain like a drug too strong to resist,
I refuse to refuse you, with adoration exceeding boundaries.
I dreamt for a love that could prove itself pure.
Enduring too much for no purpose I could find.
Candy scented gasoline and a sugar coated match,
I stood tricked into believing things could be a different way.
Once upon a dream I found love that didn't hurt me.
In the horror of my reality it held no chance of becomming true.
turningturning11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Leaves fall like golden flame on to the road,
the sky stands still and blue.
The earth bears fruit, bright berries, purple, red.
The sun weighs heavily
in the autumn air-- fragrant, ripe, and warm,
like an apple ready to be picked.
There is no death here, only gentle turning.
A blush steals over trees
as they drop their many children to the earth.
Soon they will fall asleep,
exhausted by their own fecundity,
and winter's white blanket will cover them.
InsomniaTick…Insomnia10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My eyelids hold my blood shot eyes
Under the shroud of my unkempt hair
An image my mind decides to surmise
And I'm so tired that I could barley care
Using his arms to terribly taunt
He doesn't need to commit a crime
As usual, he begins the haunt
By merely showing me the time
Starring at the ceiling as I lie in bed
Over me does the banshee float
Awakening me with screams in my head
Annoyingly keeping the same note
When I begin to fall asleep
The specter whispers in my ear
"You're too late and in too deep"
Slowly settling in the fear
Noticing the little time I have left
I then resort to prayer
But with this ghoul making me bereft
I can do nothing but despair
So this image my mind did surmise
I've learned to never care
Another long day with blood shot eyes
Under a shroud of unkempt hair
Wake_up.Wake_up.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
save/temp= Dream.dre;=."Far away..."
Run.Task= Human A.I.exe.Remember...<
Temp."It was far away... Not here..."
they made us read kafkathey made us read kafka11 years ago in Other More Like This
they made us read kafka
without preamble or warning
or so much as a breath in the direction of a foreward
no anatomy of a cockroach
they made us read kafka
and in my final essay, I swore that he was a crazy nut
who slept outside in a cardboard box
underneath the 110 freeway
in downtown Los Angeles with the rest of his
who turned men into insects
and arrested innocents.
they made us read kafka
and wrestle with his unfinished stories,
graduated, resigned, bitter
we left kafka and all that behind
with the half-assed essays of high school honors english
making up for lost timemaking up for lost time12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
making up for lost time
i can see you
head buried deep
within your hands
coarse with hair
and at your feet
the phone is off the hook
while your tears fall unbidden
and you dream
of making up
for lost time
december 17, 2002
Loser BoyfriendLoser Boyfriend12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want a loser boyfriend.
The dork in the back of the class.
I want the guy who got wedgies
and never was able to eat lunch.
I want the guy with the big glasses
I want the one who never talks.
I want the one without any friends.
I just want a loser boyfriend.
I dont want to compete
or struggle to keep his attention.
I dont want to share weekends
With his boys, when they go out.
I want a loser boyfriend damn it.
I dont want to have to wait around
entertain myself while hes out with friends.
I didnt go out tonight.
I was going to spend the evening with him.
But he cant say no.
He cant just stay for me.
I hate competing for my love
I hate this waiting, it hurts my hope.
I want a loser boyfriend
The guy in the back of the room.
Who has no friends and no one
no one knows his middle name.
I want the loser boyfriend
I want the clingy guy.
The one whos never kissed before.
The one whos a virgin inside.
I want the loser
ChainsChains10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Chains around my ankles
Chains around my neck
Restrict as they do
Want to burn my flesh
The hands keep turning
I become a living dead
These hands destroy me
My thoughts harass my head
I'm trapped under lock and key
All I see is my future slipping away
My eyes bleed from what's happening
All I crave is to break (myself) from these chains
Years of struggles break my back
Words that make me fall on my knees
Shatter my soul to feed on what I lack
Ohhh… these holes that are ripping my skin
Help me die from within
Ohhh… these holes that form into chains
Keep me under until I go insane
Fisticuffs and love muffinsFisticuffs and love muffins11 years ago in Teen More Like This
Why do you leave when everything has just begun. Your charming smile could get you in anyone's pants. You buy me five dollar daisies and sing in off key notes about love. You're a trickster, a prankster, and I love your laugh. You make me blush when you use your Jedi mind trick to get me to kiss you. oh how I kiss you
We spent all summer drinking lemonade and making love, listening to 80s music and head banging to the beat. I made you dance when you refused you blushed and said you couldn't. You said I'm all hips and hands, I pouted until you laughed and kissed me. oh how you kissed me
I said that you were blonde when you didn't get any of my jokes; you raised your eyebrow and threw a pillow at me. I tried to play fisticuffs but you pinned me to the bed and kissed me all over, stopping in your favorite places to nibble on my pale white skin leaving little bite marks
I hate the way you know all my ticklish spots and use it against me when I'm in a bad mood and you're trying to make me s
Lady GrayLady Gray11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
madeleine soaked in milk
and you want her dead
wrapped in bergamot
leaves tainting your tea
slipped off a silver spoon
embalmed in a cotton bag
overthrown, she drowns
at the bottom of
i can promisei can promise12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i live in an airport terminal
where i set up shop
of robots and kittens.
i can be your savior
if you will take this hand:
keep it occupied,
away from cigarettes.
your tears are automated
and colorful, like an
arcade game at the boardwalk.
may i draw them?
God Is DeadGod Is Dead10 years ago in Humor More Like This
God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him.
God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look!
"Oh my god!"
"Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building.
* * *
A crowd was gathering around the black, sticky mess that remained of What-Once-Was Our Lord.
"Is he dead?"
"Who is it?"
"Where's my camera?"
The bystander effect was operating at maximum efficiency, causing everyone to just stand there and looked at the mangled remains. Presently, however, a fine upstan
Forbidden RomanceForbidden Romance11 years ago in Teen More Like This
Her eyes fixed upon
His glasses you culd barely see his face,
He looked at her,
Saw behind her mask,
The eyeliner didnt fool him.
you'd never guess the similarities between these two,
Her mesh shirt,
His plaid pants,
This was by far not a typical romance.
He saw the slices,
on her wrists,
he didn't mind,
when she shook her fist,
he liked her,
and she liked him,
And we all know,
in the end the nerd always wins.
Her Black nails,
She spoke harsh words
that were better left unsaid
All the other kids,
tended to stare,
But she brushed it off,
and he did too,
After those three words,
"I Love you"
Why I want you to FAVWhy I want you to FAV12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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The rain is stopping my friends, the clouds are dispersing. The thunder is now only a faint rumble and lightning is no mo