saturdayslittle red wagon blood-redsaturdays5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
picket fence white
and silver-lining cloud chic
you asked me how i could ever love
a boy like him
with those wavy-locked whispers
that brush my face whenever he leans
down to tell me
'oops, i dropped my bubble-gum'.
and they say your beauty fades
when the moon is cold
and lost every blemish
but i just think that means
the man in the moon
has come to take me
in his arms.
and he wrapped me in his
and we stared at the flowers blossoming
near our shadowed feet
and i realized that this
was too good to never have
been a dream.
The Cake Is A Liebut the bacon is not.The Cake Is A Lie5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My HeartIt's difficult living with your heart 3,000 miles awayMy Heart6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can feel it bouncing around in her passenger seat
I shudder when she squeezes it too tight,
And I'm sad when she leaves it outside in the rain.
Before she left, we made a trade
I have a necklace she's had since childhood
It's hanging from my rearview mirror
She has my heart.
If it was here, I'd show you
All the places where it's been broken
All the places I've had to sew it back together
All the times I thought I was in love
There's a bruise on the left side from the first grade
Her name was Molly and she never talked to me.
Countless dings and dents from girls I've met or seen
All of them never living up to my imagination
There's a slight cut on the right side
Her name was Star and she was my first kiss.
The bruise came a year later at the same place
When she didn't recognize me.
In the center there's a gash that's swollen
It's been reopened so many times
Scabbed over and torn open by the same damn girl
More times than I can eve
The Road To RomeWe were walking along the beach at night,The Road To Rome6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I saw a shooting star and I wished that maybe soon
Our lips could cut through the bullshit;
Finally make a proper introduction.
I wished that you would fall in love with me
But it never happened.
Now tell me this:
What do I have left to believe in
When I can't believe in the impossible anymore?
I've been waiting here for a miracle to save me.
Have I been waiting in vain?
And what is wrong with me
That I keep believing the unbelievable?
Thinking I'm a character in a lame fantasy novel
Expecting my long-lost uncle to show up,
Tell me that I'm magic, hand me my wand,
And bring me to some strange land
Free from the chill of reality.
I'm beginning to realize
That if I'm going to ever be
Who it is I want to be,
It's my job to lay the foundation.
Change is not instantaneous;
You can't be somebody else all at once.
It's changing something small about you,
One tiny thing at a time, every single day,
And eventually you'll find yourself becoming
The you t
Note Turned Poemi love you like i love chai tea with milk and honey.Note Turned Poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which is a lot.
Goodbye GorgeousMy love, you are a fine machine,Goodbye Gorgeous5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But you are not a car.
Let's get this straight.
Cars are driven, pushed to their limit,
Scrapped in search of a better model.
But I would cherish you forever.
I would not run your tank low,
Because I would pump you often.
I would keep you constantly full-filled.
And true, at times, I get excited
At the thought of revving your engine.
But I'll always turn you on first.
To me, you are not a vehicle.
You are not a bridge connecting to and fro;
You are the destination, the goal, the outcome.
You are what I hope to hold
In the winds and the cold
You are the bright light
In the middle of a dark night
You are a beautiful soul.
And only you can make me whole.
You are the light in my worldToo bad I prefer the dark.You are the light in my world5 years ago in Other More Like This
I Don't Want To Wash My HairMy friend,I Don't Want To Wash My Hair5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curled up around me,
said my hair
I did not tell her
that was because
HolokaustonI belong to a monster.Holokauston5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
All around me is filth-but not the way my master sees it. No, it's the kind of filth I am pressed into everyday upon my master's waking as he steps out into the slush. Squelch, squelch. The sound of my face pushing into the mud; the tears and blood. So much blood, too much. It's sparkling in the grass, and dribbling from the lips of huge skeletal giants in striped attires; it's staining their hands and mixing in with the dirt on their clothes to make a sick, pallid grey.
I don't know who they are, but my master hates them. Calls them vermin-filth. Calls them monsters himself, when all he has to do is look in the mirror and see who the monster really is. They call them the Jews-- you are a Jew if one grandparent held the title of 'vermin', according to my master-- and they say it is all their fault that Germany is poor. Their fault that we lost the war. I wouldn't know; it's hard to tell what's real and what's not when you spend most of your time standing a
Rubik's CubeI'm not a puzzleRubik's Cube5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm not a maze
I'm not a problem to be solved
I'm not Rubik's Cube
I'm not Sudoku
I'm not complicated at all
Baby, I'm a slick machine
Fueled by a one-track mind
Working for a singular view
I'm seeing one destination;
Like the needle of a compass,
I gravitate towards you.
Don't You SmileDon't you smile at me with angel lipsDon't You Smile6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Unless you plan on loving me
The kind of love businessmen pay millions for
But never seem to find
Don't you smile at me with that ray of sunshine
Unless you plan on brightening my cloudy day
Breathing life into these dying pastures
Rejuvenating this cold and lonely soul
Don't you look at me with those ruby eyes
Unless you plan on looking through me
Finding the soul deep within covered in ice
Grasping it and shaking it free
Don't you talk about your boyfriend
Unless he feels the way I do
Placing you up on this pedestal
and watching, waiting for the fall
Oh Dreamsi couldOh Dreams5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and be magical
like all the 18 year old
poets i know
but then i'd have to
and get a new username
and i like this one.
IndefinableDo you know how much I love you?Indefinable6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Picture every beautiful sight in the world.
Every magical place.
Everything amazing about this planet.
Every image that leaves you breathless.
And then picture all of that as being nothing except an empty lot filled with rubbish.
Because it is all rubbish when compared to you.
You may ask how much you mean to me. How much I love you.
But it is impossible to describe in words. Impossible to define.
As impossible as trying to define you with words.
Because no words have yet been created to sum up who you are.
There aren't any words to describe your beauty. Only a million overused metaphors.
Aren't any words to describe the way you make me feel except for another hundred cliches.
But who am I to even try to define you?
To try and pin you in place with a thousand overused labels?
Nothing will ever fit.
You simply are.
You're like a butterfly...
Does a butterfly deserved to be pinned down?
Does beauty such as that ever deserve to be captured?
Isn't half the
Gathering MossWe crawl out from the ashesGathering Moss5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and rebuild ourselves from a better point of view,
suffering from an acute case of amnesia
about a moment not so long ago.
In times like the times we live in,
The history of you goes as far as you can click.
And all the evidence you need is buried
not-so-far-down under the day-to-day dribble;
Wisecracks and hello's, I miss you's, life updates,
and something about a funny movie you saw once.
Under all that, the history of us is written.
It's breathing shallow. It's gathering moss.
But this is a place I don't visit.
I don't acknowledge it anymore.
And if I happen to see it face-to-face,
I look away like it's the midsummer sun.
When did we become forbidden?
I feel like I'm in hiding.
When did those three words I love so well
become awkward and drawn out?
We're talking about the future in the past tense.
We're moving in separate directions and it kills me.
I don't know whether to hang on or to let go
and let us become fossilized.
AlcatrazIf you tell me I'm selfish, I wouldn't disagree.Alcatraz5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But I need to explain, I felt it the moment I saw you.
This pulling in my soul, I remember being so drawn to you
like fate was tugging at my heart, nudging me closer to you.
So please excuse me
if I talked too much, or stared too long into your eyes.
You see, the moment I saw you, I felt the clock start ticking.
I saw the time we had left together trickle down like an hourglass
so I took every moment I could to breathe you in.
I spent those days biting off as much of you as I could chew
in hopes of cementing you into my memory.
Don't hold it against me if I held you too close,
or if I kissed you too much, or if you spent too much time
walking around with your clothes in a heap.
Like I said, I am a selfish man. I wanted every inch of you
all to myself, you were too beautiful to let go.
I felt like a convict on his last day of freedom
spending as much time as he could with the outside world,
plotting ways to return to it as fast as possibl
All Good ThingsI drink yourAll Good Things5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of my
and wish that
You're Ailing MeGirl, you give me so much bullshitYou're Ailing Me5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I could fertilize a garden with your words.
I know now what I am to you:
A distraction on lonely nights,
A soft voice from another time.
It comforts you, reassures you
That no matter what, you're accepted
And that's all you ever wanted.
But when he's around he does that too
And I find myself ignored, lonely,
Put back on the shelf and forgotten.
There I stay until he drifts again
And you return to your second home.
You step through the door, drop your bags,
And stick your nose up if I ask where you've been.
Like I'm supposed to keep waiting for you.
Like I'm supposed to forgive you your confusion.
And like a child I fall for your words
So soft and sticky sweet, like candy.
They taste so good when I hear them
But I always wake up in pain.
Well, any disease is curable
If you act on it soon enough.
And lately the memory of you
Feels like a tumor on my soul.
I've spent these past few days
Steaming and stewing,
Boiling like a pot of water,
Waiting for someo
LOVE........LOVE is a very strong emotion. It can have us feeling Happy, Sad, Close to Tears, In fits of Laughter, Confused, Lonely and overwhelmed all at exactly the same time. It can happen in an instant or take many years to evolve, or we may never really know true love at all. We can choose who we will love, but we cannot choose who we will FALL in love with. It may be a passing stranger with piercing blue eyes, or a voice over the phone, or some-one so different from what we expected to meet. We all love at different intensities and some cannot love at all. We may wear our hearts on our sleeves or hide behind facades and love from afar. No matter who we are or how we love, we all deserve to feel what LOVE is all about. The butterflies in the stomach and the fire-works as we kiss, The shivers up the spine when a hand meets yours and the euphoria of floating on air. Today's love is for all the wonderful Mother's who have given of themselves. An unselfish and commiting love to have children. ToLOVE........6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
One Out Of Two Won't DoI remember the moment where I stopped believing you.One Out Of Two Won't Do6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I was sitting in my car with my feet on the dash.
I was waiting for you to finish up with
whatever the hell it is that takes so damn long and
I was waiting for your voice on the other end of the line.
Because your voice is a song that never gets played out and
in contrast the silence is pure empty sadness.
But I sit and wait for your words to come back to me.
I'm still waiting for them to come back to me. You said
that you were uncertain and unsure about the whens and ifs.
I knew right then and there that I wasn't a when. I'm an if.
There's a part of you that feels you owe him a debt, I know that.
I hear it in your voice when you discuss the quirks and the quarrels
and the hate and the love and the everything that he still is to you.
And he still has you. The realization hits me like a bad smell.
So I dropped my legs down and sat up, staring out into
the empty woods lit by the moon, tracing a heart in the fog
on my windshield. I slid
Addicted to MusicDear Journal,Addicted to Music4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Today is the 31st of January, the last day of the first month of the New Year 2011 and I am sitting up in my bed with my laptop on my knees, well shrouded in my wool blanket and underneath it in the softest and snuggest robe. I drink hot cocoa milk and in between sips I chew lazy on some vanilla biscuits. The cat is sleeping beside me, her loud purring helping me not to fall asleep yet. I am warm and comfy, the room enveloped in a nice sort of tranquility and peace.
For a moment I take my eyes away from the screen and I take a peek outside. It is snowing, snowing with big and jittery flakes, well raked by the blizzard that started a few hours ago. I can only guess how cold it is out there by the ice flowers already formed on my windows and the icicles that are hanging from the sill. There must be about 80 degrees in my bedroom but I shiver when I hear the furious wind blasts and the sound of the frozen snow under hurried footsteps outside.
I return to my laptop, smiling c
Let's do all the thingsLet's live fast and forget to care about when we'll be snuffed out,Let's do all the things5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let's do what we want, when we want, how we want.
Let's burn brighter and sing louder and smile bigger than anyone else ever did.
Let's hold hands and run through fields drenched with sparkling frost on blinding winter mornings.
Let's drink hot cocoa with marshmallows and cream,
let's sit by the fire and watch the snow tumble down haphazardly outside the window.
Let's get out of this stale world and travel to places long forgotten,
let's leave now and never come back,
let's find a new home.
Let's stand outside in gale-force winds laughing and
let's kiss in the rain cause we can.
Let's forget about the future and the fact that this will never really last.
Let's swim with dolphins and dance with wolves.
Let's go north, lie in the snow and bathe in the light of the aurora borealis.
Let's grow old together.
Let's lie in bed till 8 every evening and
let's go out exploring the woods at night and
let's watch that meteor showe
Never Lost in TranslationNever Lost in Translation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never Lost in Translation
I recently discovered
That hearts can love one another
Even though eyes were never set on each other
I recently discovered
That minds can think the same
Even if tongues don't talk the same
Feelings and emotions
Never get lost in translation
Ideas and perceptions
Never lose track in definition
We are the same
We feel the same
No matter race or age or gender
No matter color
No matter eyes
No matter what
We are the same
And I recently discovered
There are people in this world
That can write my thoughts before I do
Just because they think them too
That can write my own feelings
In their own words
Just because they feel them too
People that can write away my pains
That can mail me a smile
People that can light my day
By only knocking at the door
Of a virtual house
And you my dear
Are one of them
A precious gift
I found between the pages
A dear friend
I found between the lines
A love that never gets lost in translation
One DayOne Day4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I had one day with you
Would you let me stare at you the whole 24 hours?
Would you let me stay in silence and just lose myself in you?
I wonder; would you find me weird if I'd do?
If I would not even blink;
If I would forget to breathe;
If I would not eat or drink;
If all I would do was stare at you.
If I had one day with you
I would want to look at you
I would want the world stop spinning
And the people quiet, still
Nothing bothering my dreaming;
Nothing bothering my view;
Nothing to disturb you.
So tell me dear,
If I had just one day with you
Would you let me spend it foolishly?
Not hearing your voice or finding out your thoughts;
Not touching your skin;
Not taking a walk;
Without talking to you or sharing a laugh;
Just looking at you, just staring at you?
Would I be a fool, would I miss on something?
Or your eyes would tell me all the mouth would hide?
And your face would show me all the truth, no lies;
Would I be mistaken just staring at you?
Or behind the lashes I'd
MJ The Girl Is Mine Chapter 30Michael Jackson The Girl Is Mine Chapter 30MJ The Girl Is Mine Chapter 305 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
~ Michael's Point of View ~
I knelt back from Annie and nodded my head. I felt more alone now than ever before, my own daughter lay dead on the now muddy grass, her face now a statue for the mud was beginning to set. There was a horrid silence which made the cooling air of the evening seem even sharper than it was. There was a large gust of wind, it blew the curls from my face and from Annie's, I looked down and got a better look at her face. Her symmetrical face with the same jaw line, the same shaped eyes, the same lips. I looked down to her hands, they we lovely and thin. I clasped one, brought it to my mouth, kissed it and set it back down, "Sorry Annie." I looked up to the cop who helped pick me up. my legs we weak and buckled a little but I gained some strength and began to turn away, there was a small cough and splutter. I thought I had done it involuntarily. I turned just to check. Annie's chest was heaving, up and down all too