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.
MomaDear Moma,Moma2 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
One Final WordDon't forget to glance up from your keyboardOne Final Word3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and see how blue the sky is now and then.
Don't forget to put away your cell phone
and spend some time alone with paintbrush or pen.
Don't forget to seek the sound of silence
and let the daily traffic rush on by.
Remember that the secret of success is
how happily you climb and not how high
The PriceThe cost is no more than eggs,The Price3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cost is more than golden eggs,
The cost is not worth an egg.
Are the white larges the best?
Or are they the ones with the longest shelf?
Or should they carry them at all?
The price is real,
For it is priceless,
Until it matters no more.
isnt it beautifulMy heart, swimmingisnt it beautiful4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the words the wind has borne
A voice, bouncing
On a tomorrow carried by clouds
A heart, trembling
On a mirror where the moon quivers
A star falls, spills
Isn't it wonderful
If we could walk, holding hands
I'd want to go
To your town, your house, into your arms
To your heart
I leave my body
Mixed into the night
The wind stops; your words
Are a kind illusion
The clouds break apart; tomorrow
Is a distant voice
A heart flowing
In a mirror where the moon has seeped in
A star wavers, spills
Tears you can't hide
What is LoveWhat is Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is being surrounded by people, and only seeing him.
Love is having a thousand thoughts in your head, all revolving around him
Love is the first thing you wake up to,
Love is the last thing you breathe before falling asleep
Love is hearing his voice in every song,
Love is feeling his caress in every breath of wind,
Love is his eyes in every glimmer caught out of the corner of your own
Love is all encompassing,
Love is pain,
Love is the strength to go on,
Love is the desire to stop and relish in the moment
Love is indescribable,
Love is nameless,
Love is timeless,
Love is fleeting,
Love is everlasting
Love is what makes you rise to fight another day,
Love is what motivates even the simplest of actions
Love is a complete soul
You say many things.You say that you are leavingYou say many things.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sick of the lying I have done
sick of my talent for deceiving
and the feeling that I've won.
My face shows no emotion
for I now regard you as lost
against this venom is no potion
the reward is worthy of the cost.
Turn around for one last look
I have been here long before
with the same amount of time it took
for me to lean against my door.
The Reality of DreamsThe Reality of DreamsThe Reality of Dreams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is magical, is miraculous.
The clouds of full fantasy
And tears with wet eyes create
Silver, gold, and green,
Heaven and Hell
Reverie and Nightmare.
It is beautiful, horrifying,
Horrifying, beautiful. Is it?
Nightmare and reverie
Hell and Heaven
Green, gold, and silver
Create eyes wet with tears and
Fantasy full of clouds.
The miraculous is magical, is
ImprisonedA bone corsetImprisoned4 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
Hell ContemplationSitting in hellHell Contemplation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
contemplating what I did to be here
counting down the million things I did wrong
a million times I've failed
now in hell I wonder
why I did nothing right?...
The RoomHere I am, finally. I'm going against father's wishes, I know, but I just had to see. Of course, he didn't actually forbid me from coming here. I can tell, though, that he disapproves, by the way that he gets quiet when I bring it up, and seems to withdraw into himself. To him, this place symbolizes his greatest failures, both as a physician and as a husband. At least I complied with his wish for me to come with an escort.The Room4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But you know, now that I'm here, and settled, this place is quite beautiful. Aside from "The Room", which upon a cursory glance is completely ghastly, the colonial style of this house has the sort of elegance, which tends to linger about old places such as these. On the way up to the house, the beauty of the winding path that my coach took was astounding. It is late spring, so everything is blooming and blossoming, and if I opened the window right now, I would get scents of the wonderful blooms in the gardens, though I can't tell what they are. The minute I walked in
The Magical FarmA rooster cocked as the sun came up, lighting the sky in orange's and pinks. Horses aroused, neighing, eager to go for a run. Cows waited for the farmer to milk them, and sheep grazed in the grass. The life of the farm was beginning to stir in the morning, everything waking up.The Magical Farm4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The farmer-an old, kind man-went to the chicken pen and got two fresh eggs, heading back inside to cook them for breakfast. Cutting a slice of bread, he placed it in the toaster while the eggs boiled, also starting to cook some bacon on the stove. Pouring himself a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice, he sat down at the table with the newspaper and waited for the food so he could eat breakfast and then care for the animals.
With many acres lying inside the old, brass gates, the farm had an air of magic to it. Peaceful and beautiful, never missing the hint of love that w
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 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dark MirrorsMirror, Mirror oh so kindDark Mirrors4 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Leave me a vision where I am not blind
Mirror, mirror oh so light
Leave me a vision with clearer sight
Mirror, Mirror the truth behind
Leave me a vision where I look kind
Mirror, Mirror never been watched
Leave me a vision, that can be touched
Mirror, mirror dont you lie
I know all those visions I will deny
Are hidden behind your wall of Glass Reflection
But your glass cuts deep, no protection
Mirror, mirror you are so dark
Dark should be lighted, but with you there is no spark
Mirror, mirror I know that you hate
Turning hope into fear, and death into fate
Black Sheep GodThe black sheep GodBlack Sheep God4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
has done it again
he took the sugar pill
and rainbow-painted the pain
All things drop dead
and embrace your true Lord
As we sit down to drink
from cups of death adored
Yet death is not conclusive
pretend at least tonight
just let your hair down
swollow candies of dark light
The ring of burden
has come to an end
just shifting and to blend
Sugar-high, the lie
and to dance, the illusion
we're living the confusion
The black sheep God
has done it again
he took the sugar pill
and rainbow-painted the pain
C'est la vie-
I'll do it again
I'll take the sugar pill
and I'll rainbow-paint
the not existing pain
to have two seconds of thrill.....
DemonsDemonsDemons4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The howling of demons is everywhere
Cant you hear them scream?
They are fighting a constant war
Between the living and the dead
Good and evil
The streets are littered with demon corps
Cant you see the bodies?
Do you choose to ignore
To keep a blind eye
Or are you simply in ignorant bliss?
I watch your demon follow you close
Leading you into temptation
But when it leads you into destruction
Will you heed the call?
Sorrow and shameTo feel alive you have to die First.Sorrow and shame4 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
To tell the truth you have to lie first
Helping gives the heart a break point
But what if you just stood on mine.
Crushed into little bits.
And walked away and never thought if I would be fine
Laughing is a point of happiness
But you laughed at my breakdown
Saying it is a reaction doesnt make me feel better
It doesnt turn the lights on, in the darkest part of the town
Because my heart is empty, my soul is hollow
I would like to kill myself
Run away from my sorrow
But you used to be my trusting rock
The water that lights out my fire.
And now youre the person that just stabbed me in the back
That did the worst thing and said I could blame
I hope you understand, that forgiving isnt a option.
Because my heart will always be ashamed.
BrokenBroken into a million piecesBroken4 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
AmbitionAmbitionAmbition4 years ago in Open More Like This
The white rose blossoms in my chest,
taking root in my heart.
With it Ill rise above the rest,
finish dreams that I start.
As the roots dig deep,
so does the thorns.
The debt I owe is steep,
for me, do not mourn.
To be a hawk in a field of mice,
though it brings suffering,
Is better than the mouse that eats rice,
whos life brings nothing.
The larger the flower,
the deeper are the ghastly scars.
Greater is the power,
closer you are to the far stars.
But as the roots dig deeper into the soul,
feeding on the love that is there.
The great white rose begins its control,
and soon you will no longer care.
I cant imagine..the ignoranceI cant imagine, what it would be likeI cant imagine..the ignorance4 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
To spit out all the bitterness you taste
To have nobody during fights by your side
To be alone during these days of misery
Please let me understand these problems I see
That your so blind to recognize
All the people that say they love you, but let you be
Not everyone gets the personality of your heart
Just let me stay in your heart, dont lock me out
Dont let me stay here in silence nights alone
You heard me screaming, you heard it perfectly loud
But all you do is ignore the words I am saying
Dont be so stubborn, dont be so blind
Understand what I am saying, the reason behind
Dont be so stupid, dont be so kind
Not all people are worth your attention, your mind.
Darkness to LightDarkness to LightDarkness to Light4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
10 Sep 02
Trapped in the darkness with no way out
Searching for hope but cant find any I shout
Running from the darkness trapped with death all around
I hear the screams and I scream myself but Im hell bound
Just when I think its over with all this pain
I see the light but think Im going insane
Through the light I see a person coming towards me
The light is so bright I squint and can hardly see
I get scared and run away fast
But I cannot escape the horrors from my past
The light appears in front of me
And again I can hardly see
I walk towards the light hoping to find joy and peace
And it is all I seek
I have found peace, joy, and love
And its beauty is one of a dove
Thank you Lord for leading me here
Now I can feel that you are always near
Clan Pack 27Cuba-1908Clan Pack 274 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The thick fog covered over the Viñales Valley. Dead American bodies piled up against each other. The smell of burning flesh and blood filled the air. Zeik held his gun in his hand and gagged at the sight of a dead Cuban or one of his fellow Americans. He was happy to have join the war to protect his country. He lifted his helmet and wiped sweat from his brow as he looked around. Bombs went off all around him, yet he didnt jump. He walked quietly, his radio turned off, to catch up on a group of Cubans who had blown his group to pieces. He cocked his riffle and aimed. He waited for the right moment to fire. Zeik felt a sharp pain across the back of his head as he blacked out. He woke up, tied by his feet and arms to a tree inside of a tent. There stood several Cuban soldiers, their guns to their sides. Zeik could see one walk up, holding a hot iron in his hand. Zeik tried to free himself, cursing at them as they laughed. The hot iron sizzled on his stomach, bur
ForgottenForgotten by the worldForgotten4 years ago in Open More Like This
As everyone moves on
A mere relic of the past that has no signifigance
The ache within my soul
Grows larger as time moves on
I hope every day
That just one person
Could remember my pathetic existance
Yet no one does
Depression corrodes my soul
And sets me against the world
A mere shadow of what I used to be
Forsaken by all I used to hold dear
Scarlet blood runs from all my wounds
But the deepest wound cannot bleed
The wound within my heart
That kills my hope and destroys my will
When I was little
I used to have so many hopes and dreams
I was so innocent
Now that I know the world
Those dreams are pointless
The world will always destroy them
It starts up here.These thoughts will race andIt starts up here.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
through my head
Around I pace inside
And true I know the end
So I'm afraid my skin
They can see inside
But they can't understand
'tis not the blood that's darker than their soul
but the source
The ChronologyThe quiet instrumental of some long dead composer broke through my dreaming. With a groan I rolled over and pressed the snooze button. As I lay in the brief and lingering silence I forced myself awake. By time the music came on again I had resigned myself to the need to get up and out of bed. The window outside is still dark when I glanced at it.The Chronology5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
In a groggy state I shuffled down the hall to the bath area. I seriously hated getting up this early but if I wanted a shower with hot water I had to. It was late enough that the first batch of water, imported around five in the morning, was finally heated up. It was usually so cold at first that it takes almost an hour to reach even a reasonably comfortable temperature and another forty-five minutes to reach the steaming temperatures I liked. But if I waited too long everyone else would use up the preheated reserve and then I would have to wait for the process to repeat.
I stepped onto t