Selfish GoodbyeThey always blame the victim, the one who's life was so full of pain.Selfish Goodbye6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He just wanted to end the hurt, erase the pain.
And they call him a selfish bastard; they just don't understand.
They were always looking on the outside, never wondering what harbored within.
Behind that flawless, prefect mask, was a broken and dying soul.
And they turned a blind eye every time his mask cracked; not believing what they saw.
With his reasons growing few, he cried out for help.
But no one heard, no one listened.
With reasons growing fewer, he scarred his outside.
Hoping it would reflect his insides.
But no one saw, no one looked.
Without a reason to live, he left them all with a final goodbye:
I fought for so long, you can only imagine the pain I was in. I tried for so long, you can only image the hurt I lived with. And when I couldn't take it any longer, I went for help. But you never noticed. Not once.
I'm sorry, but I just couldn't take it any longer.
HeroI sit here, crying, which I've been doing for the better part of three days. I am crying for so many things, love and loss being just the tip of the proverbial iceberg.Hero6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I am crying even though I, like so many others, was told not to.
I am crying because the world has lost a hero, and because sadness is an emotion I feel in my soul, not just my heart and mind, it overtakes me, it swamps and swallows me whole.
I am crying because it is RIGHT to mourn the passing of a hero, because the world is darker, it no longer feels complete.
I am crying because I, like so many others, hurt.
So I decided to simply write the thoughts coursing through my mind, as I sometimes do, with no regard for how it would turn out, no care for whether or not it would be well received.
I decided to write because I had to. It is who I am. He would have understood that, I know it.
I'm writing about a hero, an immortal.
So, what is a hero? What makes a hero? Why are some heroes, and others not? All good questions, all
maybe in the morning,-maybe in the morning,6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
she remembers watching the sunset from her father shoulders and thinking that it was as if the sun was dying. as if its long life was slowly falling away behind the skyline and that it sprayed colors across the ever-darkening sky to remind people that death is a beautiful thing. that in the morning, a new sun would rise and everything will be bright.
when she dies, she wants to go out like a sunrise. she wants people to watch in awe as she changes everything just one last time and makes death beautiful.
she's older now, and she imagines that death is like being awake at night; the comforting silence and the dark that accompanies it. feeling like you're nowhere, that nothing exists. on the outside, everything will be like a sunset but on the inside of death you'll be alone, but you'll be safe and nothing will hurt you.
then a new sun will rise in your place as you watch the colors of the sunrise that you ever so often forgot about. this new sun will warm the hearts of your mourners
OrdinaryShe loved the ordinary of her world -Ordinary6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
chin music with neighbors at dawn
over tea that tasted like May apples,
steaming in blue willow cups
the fading keys of her mother's piano
that spoke only to her
and made songs she remembered
from her birthdays
the wet of late June puddles
pooling under the garden gate
inviting her feet to take a chance
and make friends of the rain
bright cotton sun-dresses
of gingham and cabbage roses
and men like ice-cream sodas
in seersucker suits
reading old letters from lovers
their faded words like doors open for company
and the muffled scent of velvet patches
on threadbare quilts and coverlets
and how trains woke up
her simple summer nights,
their stories rattling the house
and shaking candles off the windowsill
like the wax collected in soft yellow
and the light from the streetlamps
spilling the pale halo of her dreams.
next thing we're touchingyou put the moon out with your cigarette as everything around you began to dim. you stirred the stars around as your body swayed against the porch lights, as you lifted the twenty-sixer to your lips.next thing we're touching6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you turned to me and said, "lets show this world what we're made of."
lets fuckin' show them.
we had our first kiss right there.
honest to god,
i'm not colour-blind, i just see colourless colour
i'm not starry-eyed, i just reached out and tore the sky down the middle
i still remember the salt strewned in the air as we fucked on the shore. it was one of those days where there was a lulling silence, a silence so serene it was like you weren't there. the only sound that spun down my eardrums was the slow rotation of the world and your vocal chords whispering out hoarse i love yous. your eyes drowned my vision and roared like waves passed my eyelids
that was when i knew
as our clothes stuck to our ribcages
and drops of water hugged our hearts
we'd fuckin' show the
these sleeping handsit seems the rain is falling, love. but to where? where...these sleeping hands6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do you hide your heart? these sleeping hands can't remember
how to find you, so draw them a map on the headboard where
i'll see it. sleep, slumber.
oh dear, i'm
down to your soul, but i've always known
ships with holes will sink.
SecretHey, you.Secret6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yes, I know I shouldn't be writing you. You let me down, I know. You don't care anymore, right? Well, I don't give a damn. I'll write you. I want to. I have to.
Last night was so much fun. Yes, I know it was the last time we'd talk, the last time we'd meet. But for me, it was fun.
Oh, I know I'll never kiss your lips anymore. I know I'll never hold your hand. Or feel your arm around me. You're gone, I know. You're gone, but I had to write you this letter. Just to write it down. Just for me. Just for you.
I know what you've done. Yes, I do know. You didn't know that I knew, did you? But yes, I do. But don't be afraid, hun. I'll keep it secret.
because i used to love youand i am (not) sorry about tying your armsbecause i used to love you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i am (not) sorry about kissing your lips
and i am (not) sorry about breaking your heart
and i am (not) sorry about bruising your hips
i take the romanticized
moments in time
from your fragile brain
and blow them far
away from here
so you won't feel pain
i'm still sacrificing for you.
If Only...If only I could find some wayIf Only...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to make you die
and silence that scimitar smile
that slices so fine
Every time you open your lips and say
those words I loathe to hear.
They're pushed past teeth like razor blades
Severing my last connection,
with those fine slices,
to all that gave me the strength to go on,
I can't take much more,
Of your bright stiletto eyes that
drive deep, plunging
past the bullshit fog that covers
the fine scars you left
last time we had one of these little talks,
Or bloody assaults.
I can't see which way to go now,
There's blood in my
eyes and ears and nose, clogging my
once so fine senses,
Leaving me wide open to your tender,
This is how you love me to be
isn't it dear?
Lost, confused and stumbling on
while you finely trim
away the parts of me you can't stand to
be with any more.
There's never rest for the wicked,
or so you say,
as fingers like scalpels caress
and slice so finely,
Sculpting a brand new me for your pleasure,
Abortion - Dead Before BornToday, I will face my indelible deathAbortion - Dead Before Born6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My life will be silenced, though I am still unborn
My Mommas eyes, stained with sorrow
As she wipes away the tears, her cheeks have worn
But she promises to herself, that she wont mourn
For I am a product of her illegitimate mistake
A consequence of a love, forbidden and torn
And eradicating me is her only route of escape
Though there is no glimpse of light where I am hidden
I know the world beyond this womb is filled with colour
That there is transcendental beauty my eyes will never see
And a life I will never have the chance to savour
Defenselessly I will descend to ashes
By a remorseless choice made from shame
My loveless existence will be aborted
And my fathomless dreams, buried in a grave
Never will I consume my first breath of air
Or experience the effervescence of laughter
Never will I know the meaning of love
Or envision my future from hereafter
If only at this moment, I was given a voice
To speak to Momma and comfort her woes
The boy who could fly...Once upon a time there was a boy who could fly.The boy who could fly...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spending his time playing with the clouds, and drifting in the sky.
Floating quietly along with gossamer wings
He tried to learn songs from the birds, how beautiful they sing.
He was young, strong and handsome without a care in the world!
Soaring all his days like an eagle, this prince of the air!
Faster than the wind was he, with his wings unfurled!
And in the sky he ruled unchallenged, as no one would dare!
One day he spied a village so he drifted down for a closer look
He found beings that appeared much like him but without lovely wings.
They wandered the streets of this town below
Buying clothing and food and other strange things.
But their faces were sad and their eyes were shallow.
So as they looked up and gazed at him in wonder
They soon grew jealous, frightened, and shouted at him like THUNDER!
"COME DOWN FROM THERE YOU STUPID BOY" they cried!
"YOU ARE NOT MEANT TO FLY! LIKE A BIRD" they all lied!
THEY SCREAMED "YOU WO
The Perfect CrimeShame inhalesThe Perfect Crime6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
smothering sweet smiles
that were edging my lips
Under the moonlightUnder the moonlight6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I close my eyes,
And feel your lips,
Softly and gently pressed on mine.
You place your hands on my hips,
And mine circle around your shoulder.
After a while our lips separate,
I blush and look away.
But still you keep staring into my eyes,
It feels like you can look inside,
And reach to my very heart,
It beats fast rushing blood into my veins.
I smile again
BurnI stand and stareBurn6 years ago in Open More Like This
The fire is there
Into the sky
I pull them out
The memories that were wrote
The fire burns
I make up my mind
I throw them in
And let the memories fly
As they slowly die
The fire burns them
Into nothing more
All of those memories
Will haunt me no more
BittersweetB i t t e r s w e e tBittersweet6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sticks and stones,
Ain't life sweet?
And chocolate cakes,
All the scars,
Memories of your mistakes
Eyes sewed shut.
_.Life ain't always sweet._
EnchantedHe grew up enchanted -Enchanted6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a magic man
whose music kept the world awake
and made the stars quake
like tiny children
plucked from bed.
He was a stranger
in a stranger land,
who walked on water
while we slept;
and when the children wept,
he made colors with his eyes
and stitched the skies
like quilts of eiderdown -
patches of blue and violet,
featherweight and coarse
like tufts of peacocks
and hung them up
behind the clouds
and set orbs
like spangled berries
to keep heaven company,
hoping the moon's sly glow
would grow silver
and startle the air
and let him keep it
like a long swathe of midnight...
My HusbandYou are the most handsomeMy Husband6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of all of Adam's descendants
Grace is poured on your lips
That is why our King has blessed you forever
You are my warrior
With your sword strapped to your side
With your splendor and majesty
You ride victoriously for the causes of
Truth, Humility, and Righteousness
Your right hand teaches awe-inspiring things
Your arrows are sharp in the hearts of our King's enemies
Nations fall beneath you
As you kneel before our King's eternal throne
I am your noble lady
And I long to share my beauty with you
My heart is overflowing with delight
For I am the most blessed of all the King's daughters
And I give my joyous thanks to Him