TidesI read your lips,
but not your mind.
Well, at least not that much.
without the sinful touch.
You're so silent
and buried well,
behind the velvet curtain.
are these feelings certain?
I keep falling
back to you,
in realms of dark confusion.
Like evening tides,
I wander ashore,
seeking your love conclusion.
Tender StruggleThe moment is come, dear one,Tender Struggle8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and once again I remember
when you try to surrender, and
I recognize from knowing
how you agonize.
How tender you become,
open and trembling,
even as you try to retreat.
To seal away anything resembling
your submission whenever we meet.
I've come to understand
that part of the man in you
who is strong, yet unsure
about what still remains unsaid.
You bow your head because
I see clearly how the tears flow.
But darling, (my hand lifts his chin
so I may gaze lovingly at him)
please be assured and know,
when it's you I possess
in total submissiveness,
I give you more than my tears.
Now then, put aside your fears.
Do as I ask, and come here.
The Right Thing"What if there is no god, and you're not impressing anybody?"The Right Thing4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jackfruit RhetoricJackfruit Rhetoric8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by Iscariot priest
There are two poems here, read Artist's comment for details.
He says to you "conceptual love".
Now shake your head, unconvinced;
disagreement without context, be unspecific.
Is he sweating now?
You can see it in his eyes:
"Is she on to me?"
Just what the Hell is conceptual love?
You can see it in his eyes:
Metaphor generator in overdrive.
You put up your hands to hide your face;
hide a smile, your cruel nature.
Do you smell it,
the smell of bull shit?
No you don't, that's jackfruit;
thus the coming metaphor.
At least hear him out:
see the line breaks,
the pleasant punctuation.
Gathering BlueI sit beside the oceanGathering Blue4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the waves and foam licking my feet
and the wind whistling through my ears
The ocean breathes to me
with the sprays and the mists
whispering sounds and beckoning me in
As I slip into the ocean,
the tide collides against my body
but the waves moves with me,
ushering me to embrace its great expanse
I find myself with water all around me,
a kaleidescope of colors, vibrant and stunning
The skies and the ocean merge together in one
as my own colors bleed together,
the ilium journals.it's all like little beaches in her hands and the sun rains down hot in the water. hot like kisses and the sand on the beach of her hands.the ilium journals.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's all like the feathers on my floor pulsing into the water so lightly. light like kisses and the feathers on the floor of the vacant shore.
open screen doors let the bugs make our house a home
it's like the freckled hairs of the lake that we comb, and we comb.
ImprisonedA bone corsetImprisoned5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wraps around my shrunken chest -
each withered piece stabbing out from
straining at flimsy, purple-pale trappings
that encase them in fragility.
I am concave -
its ivory prison no longer bars my
filigreed, striated organ,
only the silky balloons of deflating lungs.
(it makes me bigger to breathe so I will not
I will not)
does a heart weigh?
I lost so much weight
when it left.
And now, daggers jut from my hips, protrusions lying white
against tracing paper (can you draw my veins through the glass?)
I touch them and wonder
at the deadly-sharp angles,
horrendous and beautiful -
a butterfly (knife),
snap out and spread your shiny (metal) wings.
But there's a demon inside of me -
mean, cruel, fat, fat, fat.
Stealing the wings, their brittle osseous tissue,
she hides them under
blubber, pus-colored infectious-toxic-disease fat.
(How can I fly
if I am too heavy?)
The squishy adipose chains
tether me to the dank, hard ground,
holding me with slimy claw
The Struggle WithinThe Struggle WithinThe Struggle Within7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So many changes have happened recently in my life
I dont know if I am coming or going
It seems at times that I am just going through the
motions of life
Walking around in a haze; not really living, just existing
My shoulders feel laden with all the concerns in my mind
Deep bags lay beneath my eyes from lack of sleep
Filled with anxiety and worry I toss and turn at night,
Just laying there staring at the walls as my thoughts race
Facing another day I wonder if there will be enough to eat
To make sure there is enough, I barley do
I contemplate if I will be able to pay the bills that are due
Always wondering where I will get the money from
Constantly telling the ones I love no because I am unable to give them
the things they need
So many tears I have silently cried at night
Feeling frustrated, scared and tired
I dont know how to deal with all that is going on
There is always something happening, a never ending struggle
How do I keep telling the ones I love
BrokenBroken into a million piecesBroken5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding out my eyes
(of all places....)
Should I lie beneath the willow
where sorrow fills the air?
or be a pen with no paper
just waiting for an edge
this is the last im afraid...
wish me luck
ReticenceA cool breezeReticence6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rustles the leaves
Humidity seeping into
Every crack and crevice
Hearts are aching
But the silence keeps
To palaces of silver
Where dreams are more
Than just fantasy
Love not only exists
It provides hope
The night brings a peace
A subdued slumber
Finding its way into the eyes
Quelling the afflictions
As only reticence can
Deep down and away
Resting the worlds adversities
This New RealityThis New Reality5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As the sun sets I see you in all my pain,
Here you left me in the darkness & in the darkness I shall remain,
And it's here I'll be waiting for you forevermore,
To justify the pain I'll forever endure,
As you were the purpose and the cause,
For all my misfortunes and flaws,
You were behind all the confusion,
Behind my sweet deluded illusion.
I saw you stare at me with the sinister smile,
I felt myself go faint with fear for a while,
I could see the hatred within your eyes,
Looking past my deluded lies,
I felt you touch me with your porcelain skin,
I realised the truth from within,
When your voice called my name I could tell,
That you'd forever sentenced me to hell.
I saw you beneath the moonlit sky,
I started to contemplate why,
You're so beautiful; surely you're not real,
And I'm hallucinating this entire ordeal,
Just a figment of my imagination,
Another of my made up creations,
Here forever to torment me,
Keeping me chained to this new reality.
I saw you stare at me with the sinister
UncertaintyIt feels like falling from great heightsUncertainty2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or running towards endless nights
As if standing alone in blinding lights
Or being chased by grand knights
It feels like melting ice cold fire
Or knowing the secret of the liar
As if whishing to be someplace higher
Or having nothing when need is dire
It feels like losing something rare
Or searching through a haunted lair
As if breathing deeply rotten air
Or being treated unfairly fair
Something i just wrote.She walks through a roomSomething i just wrote.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lonely as a shadow
She sits in a chair
Wounded from battle
Life is not fair
For this fragile name
Living without meaning
Searching for her dame
This piece of fleshThis is a rhyme about War.This piece of flesh5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Been asked so many times what it's good for.
Without war these realities would never be
And who can deny the charm of setting Death free?
This piece of flesh is not human,
bits lying scattered among the ashes
body torn apart by shrapnel
This piece of flesh is dead lucky. It doesn't
have to live to see the pain and misery.
Never breathed more life than a statistic, But
who'd admit to the West being so sadistic?
This piece of flesh tried to escape, but
wound up in a prison run on hate
It hasn't seen a smile in 4 years
just bruises stitched lips and dried tears.
This is a rhyme about War.
Been asked so many times what it's good for.
Without war these realities would never be
Practically we'd be taking
money from the mouths of the bourgeoisie
This piece of flesh follows orders
thinking all the while of his sons and daughters
But brainwashed, forgetting that
in the end
when the smoke's cleared
and the rain falls again
Even the enemy has a next of
EmpathyBurning through a human soulEmpathy8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fire with thirst unending
The line of flame
Binding all together
The fire lends to us our strength
In times of greatest need
When we must stand back to back
And lean on one another
The fire in our hearts
Does not belong to one alone
But to all of us
Dwelling in our souls
The thread that binds together
The pattern of our tapestry
The weave and weft both tied together
That makes it all seem beautiful and strong
The lines drawn
In the empty space between stars
To form the pictures of constellations
That tell us stories of who we really are
And there are those of us
Who have deigned to live in that space
On nothing at all
Save the fire of our lives alone
Beginning's End.It has been quite awhile now, since you had left me.Beginning's End.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still miss you, but now it's not so strongly.
As I write to you, would things have been different, you believe?
Had I rethought my words awhile, before I had set them free.
Was it something that I had did wrong?
Or was this just fate to happen before long?
When I think of you, do you think of me too?
Or was I wrong to ever trust in you?
Tried to forget for years, but you seem to stay.
I cried a thousand tears.
Had one million fears,
That every friend would run away.
I could even be on the verge of dying.
But still, you'll always have a piece of my heart.
I'll always remember you from the start.
When I think of it now, it was not so long ago.
You were that friend, I was happy to know.
You understood all my problems and helped me through the day.
Though I never assumed you'd soon be on your way.
I don't care if we never meet again.
You should know, I loved you then.
Still I can't forget, the way you loved me too.
Even though that was
MomaDear Moma,Moma3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Didn't they tell you?
He's an internal abuse
Why must you tease?
You tore him down
But you are not pleased
Why did you lie?
You said you loved me.
Lying is a mere crime
You heard him cry
You saw him cut
But still you rid goodbye
I love you so
But my heart is beaten
My opened door is closed
Moma, moma, moma
Why should you hate me?
I, your own creation
But you hate me.
I just want you to love me
I tried everything
Every last apology
Moma, I beg
Please love me
I cry for you
Tears of black don't you see?
I'm not begging anymore
I'm done forgetting
I'm done forgiving
I'm done changing
Moma, not again
You told me to leave
You lied to me
I will never believe
EmpathyEmpathy9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see pain in your eyes
And it seems so great
As the spark slowly dies.
For two more kids it seems to late.
My pain may not be revealed
But in the same way you hide yours.
Mines a little more concealed
Yet we're both behind locked doors.
I know exactly how you feel
I feel the same way too.
I'm hoping, in time, we both heal
Me as well as you.
This pain is not sympathy
I don't merely "understand your plight."
No the same pain has been a part of me
Since my happiness took flight.
I realize you think I'm just a fake.
You think you're drowning in an ocean of your tears
While I'm just wading through a mere lake.
We both need to overcome our fears.
It's time you stepped out the denial
You've been hiding in for years.
This isn't the 'last mile'
Happiness can be yours.
I see the pain in both our eyes
And it seems so great.
The spark maybe be rekindled before it dies.
For two kids, together, it may not be to late.
Hatred of the Body, Not the Life.Beaten again by a genius.Hatred of the Body, Not the Life.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You try your hardest,
and it's never enough.
They didn't even break a sweat.
They didn't cry all your tears,
tear up your room.
They didn't even bother laughing,
at your defeat.
Sometimes it's like you're nothing,
nothing more than a spec of dust
on the face of the world.
It makes no sense.
Aren't girls supposed to be pretty?
Aren't we all supposed to fall in love,
and isn't someone supposed to
return those feelings?
Your problems become miniscule,
when you walk in someone else's shoes.
Praying for a change, then apologizing all night for it.
This endless cycle of psychological suffering.
Like you don't deserve to be sad,
but you don't deserve to be happy.
And how does this fear of dying escalate,
when it seems like there's no reason for you to stay?
Take it all away, please.
But I don't want you to take it from me.
The things that are precious to me,
are what's causing all the anxiety.
Because you don't want them to leave.
Your heart becomes wrapped in fear.
Death From AboveA purple haze rains downDeath From Above8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Bringing forth craze and frown
To those that have to endure it;
It matters not as to who gets hit
'Cause the Saiya-jin Prince hails from a leige
Whose job was to besiege
Any land and planets they please,
The opposition on their knees
Screaming forth their plees
And praying for their aggressor to show mercy...
...but such emotion would be consider heresy
And this man is all about keepin' it official,
Sending out a collection of violet Ki missles
Or violent Ki missles, whichever way makes more sense:
His name is Vegeta, a Proud Saiya-jin Prince.
Shadow of A SilhouetteShadow of a silhouetteShadow of A Silhouette5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am a silhouette
I have no shadow
My face has no description
One only sees the blackness of my body
I have no tears, yet I cry
I have no smile, yet I laugh
I have no skin, yet I feel
So, how come I have no shadow
How can you call me emotionless
Am I not to have feelings because you can't
see my face
Am I a puppet because you see no soul
Am I worthy to suffer because you feel that
a shadow bears no soul
If you were a silhouette would you feel the
Would you still cast the first stone
Inside A GamePivoting footsteps arousing the groundInside A Game2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a melancholy melody soothing the air
A smell that's so fresh, a sound so divine
But a raging hot temper with a spice of a devil
The eyes with the texture of the brightest moons
Heart with the gold of the deepest mines
But a hatred in Him beyond an understanding
Facing a ghost of the blackest abyss
Finding out a life, like a video game played
Like living with strings to our limbs
We are a game but an instantaneous rejection
Rejection to believe a lie is it's reality
Realization to a lie is a knife to a chest
Cutting a faith to our comfort
Restriction to circulation of our mere life
Like a slaughtered infant to a newly hatched mother
A suffering unlike a wounding
An emotional skyrocketing intercourse
A piercing red flame to a crisp alley
Waving over a brain like an island shore
Alone in a black room
Mastering the art of our mind to a closure
Lights to a closure
Fear to a gaping ajaring
Cranium's to a vulner
Writing Practice 1I remember when Johnny fell from that tree in your back yard and we both laughed so hard that the cokes we had just began to open spilled among the daisies. Those daisies were blue and pink and neon orange (you always tried to make me believe they were cream and gold). One night, the night we kissed, you told me I was beautiful and to never let you go. The next day I couldn't talk to you and my reason was that we were "getting too serious" (you cant be serious when you're nine, just heard that from my mom the night before). Some nights I wake up and look at the stars ascending from heaven and remember, those times we had were the best of my life. Even now that im sixteen I haven't found someone who can make me laugh like you do; someone who can love me like you might have. Somedays I will it all to be a dream because somedays its painful to remember. Somedays I just want to be back home with you and Jack and Johnny, Joan, Jill and Marleen. Back to when I was a kid and had no carWriting Practice 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
INCORRIGIBLEWhenever I remember the hurtINCORRIGIBLE2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gave my heart
I want to scream of pain.
Someday I'll find you
Wherever you are
I'll take my revenge
I'll let your soul
Burn in misery.
Writer's Block: A BattleTwo opponents on a battlefield.Writer's Block: A Battle6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On one side, the tired author,
a sharpened quill in his hand
and deadly computer keys in the other.
On the other side, the blank piece of paper
rejoicing in its power over the meek
The quill flashes in the sun
(bright, shiny, deadly)
and the writer advances!
Fwish, fwish, shing!
The paper rolls around and springs back
up, mocking the poor man with
his shiny blankness.
Fight, you heathen!
The writer roars and slashes out
black ink splatters across the paper,
spreading quickly and marring the page.
The paper snarls and wraps itself
around the man's arm, leaving him only
with the keys L, O, S, and E
to fight with.
The writer shrieks and makes a pass,
desperately aiming at the middle of the page,
An "E" attaches to the paper.
They back up, and the author makes
the first move:
throwing his keys like darts,
and pinning the page to the wall.