The NightThe Night12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep slow moans
come from the roots
of the earth
and bend on themselves
fingers of the trees
in a sigh
they stretch out
like the hands of a beggar
to turn off
profondi lenti lamenti
provengono dalle radici
e si tendono
dita di alberi
in un sospiro
come le mani del mendicante
EgomaniacDear EgomaniacEgomaniac6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You consider yourself superior to all those that surround you
Your undeserved ego rises beyond any possibility of calculation
You feed your pride by demeaning others
To tear them down with your spitefulness
Is psychological masturbation for you.
You claim to possess intelligence
But let me tell you something
Memorising a textbook and then vocalising information
Does not make you intelligent
It only shows your lack of knowledge on all that is truly significant
Quoting facts that were not discovered by yourself
Shows that you can only utilise other peoples knowledge
Not your own.
True wisdom comes from real life experiences
And what you learn from them
A book will never teach you
What life teaches you
No person can ever teach you
What you learn for yourself
You can only learn from what you witness with own your eyes
All else is passed-on information.
That voice you so passionately use
To convey your intelligence
To prove your superiority
That Thing Called Love...When you speak those three beautiful wordsThat Thing Called Love...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As softly as water droplets gliding down a petal
From gravitys gentle pull
When you dissolve me in your romantic metaphors
As sugar does when stirred in warm liquid
With its sweetness melting through
When your lips meet mine in an ethereal kiss
Embodying loves sweet languor
As our hearts diffuse
I see the world through rose-coloured heart-shaped glasses
Where the bitterness is filtered away from my sight
With my eyes, only capable of witnessing beauty
Im no longer a stranger in a world of spite
For the darkness has been devoured
By the ignition of our loves light
And when love conquers all
There need be no plight
But when the glasses come off
The candor withers away
As I notice your true colours
Im paralysed with dismay
You are not the rose I thought you were
You are the thorns on its stem
We are two repelling forces
And together we breed mayhem
So here I am yet again
Staring intuitively at the s
Erotomania: A Fatal ObsessionAs I watch you, I quiverErotomania: A Fatal Obsession6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Absorbed in my own delirium
Tainted with grotesque desires of You...
A thrill surges through me
By the thought of my teeth
Sinking deep into your sinuous amber skin
With the savoury taste of your blood
Leaving its tinge on my tongue
A thrill surges through me
By the thought of my nails
Carving my name across your chest
Clawing vows into your flesh
Leaving us eternally bound
A thrill surges through me
By the thought of my lips mutilating you
With a jagged razorblade kiss
Rupturing your stolen soul
Leaving you unsound
For 2 years, 7 months, 3 weeks, 2 days, 14 hours, and 19 minutes...
Since the very first time
You intoxicated me
With your liquor-drenched beauty
I've followed you
From a distance...
Though I remain anonymous to you...
I am the face hidden in the air
Following the fragrant fusion
Of your nectarine scented skin
With Chanel's 'Coco Mademoiselle'
I am the face hidden in your shadow
Following the euphony of your footsteps
As you s
-waking patterns--waking patterns-11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
...remembering to breathe....
-savoring a delicious intake of air that swallows like a sip of desperation and stale nostalgia.
-the air that escapes my lips leaves me with transparent amnesia.
-with arms embracing the fading heat current that intermingles with cotton sheets and cold sweat.
-returns with a slow exhale of air that hauntingly whispers of dislocated pain.
The Used And Abused Marionette(This poem is dedicated to all those who are or have been in abusive relationships. My heart goes out to all of you beautiful people.)The Used And Abused Marionette5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been nothing
But a slave to your debauched desires
Your sole possession, your marionette
Benumbed by the deceit,
The manipulation veiled
Beneath your soft artist's touch...
And a touch that endeavours to sabotage
The most beautiful of all silhouettes
Is the touch of the irresistible...
Just like you...
For I was left powerless, forlorn of all hope,
As your hands designed my fate,
With one subtle caress at a time...
With one stage of seduction at a time...
Those gifted hands
Carved me so delicately
Into the figurine of a burlesque doll
Faceless, stripped of an identity
Dehumanised, to gratify your intentions.
My wooden frame,
Varnished by your blood,
The paint of passion, the lacquer of love,
Coated upon my skin as a bittersweet glaze...
Every brittle limb,
Webbed with strings
Bound tightly by intricate knots
To the tips
the truth shall make ye freti am so much colderthe truth shall make ye fret13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than you think
i watch you - emotionless
as you put stickers on me
labeling me "kind"
i watch and i learn
easily - though all you leave
are ripples on my surface
i am cruel and i am
use you, every chance i get -
and i tease
all from a safe distance
behind my metaphorical window.
Deception - Short PoemsPhotographs can tell the most beautiful liesDeception - Short Poems6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It can capture insincere emotions with such credibility
That you, yourself can be fooled by your own façade
Just like this photograph of you and me
Where our lips meet in a tender kiss
Unveiling our love story to the world
A story filled with heartbreak and agony
And yet we seem so happily in love
That I can dissolve in the solace
Of this photographs sweet deception.
I fabricate a smile
To deceive all those who surround me
Just so they are unable to enjoy the pleasure
Of witnessing my pain.
Our hearts deceive our minds
Into believing that our love is reciprocated
When in truth, it is as one-sided
As the reality of a two-faced lie
When Id least expect it
Youd creep into my mi
Pathological LiarIt is no mysteryPathological Liar6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That your lips only speak of fictional stories
You use to compose your identity
Not a word you speak has any resemblance with truth
For you are made of a thick façade of lies
Whether it be big or small, you care not
As long as there is no glimpse of honesty
Underlying in the words you speak
For the revelation of truth is what you fear most
I know that those lies masquerade
An overt denial of unpleasant realities
I know that deep down you are a tormented soul
That lies provide you with relief
A relief you long for
I know that you are a stranger in your own body
But you have lost all credibility now
Your lies are inconsistent
You are no longer a father
But a manipulative man
That only breeds chaos in our family
Your deception is no longer welcome
You, Dad, are no longer welcome in my life
Now it is my time to neglect you
The way you neglected me
For the way you abused my mother
For the emptiness you have left in my heart
As I grew up without a father
For all the pro
A Writer's Block IICountless thoughts moored in my mindA Writer's Block II6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ravelled in knots of suppressed emotions
Unable to be untangled into lucid words
As I quest for the coffer of inspiration
For Ive fallen into a literary black hole
With my creativity trapped between barricading walls
Unable to escape from this mental confinement
My mind tries to grasp but the words withdraw
Though an unshared poem hangs on the tip of my tongue
The taste of bitter frustration lingers on
I stab this feeble page with the pen in my hand
Hoping to transform spontaneous fragments into a poem
But still, no words emerge into my consciousness
To fill these blank pages that stare back helplessly
Its ineffectual whiteness, a reflection of emptiness
Silently echoing the void of my creativity
Numerous words, lost in its transition from pen to paper
With no light of hope leaping its way onto this blank page
A veil of sheer stupor drape over my thoughts
As my mind tries incessantly, to concentrate
But Im distracted by the grating rhyth
I See YouI See You5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Across a crowded room.
Or an oceans darkened blue.
On high through dreary clouds.
The one I always knew.
Patiently you've waited.
So long, so true. so fated.
New meanings now created.
I See you.
You hold inside your savage heart,
the one true thing we can impart.
Love so strong will never depart.
Yet always apart.
Love akin to foolish madness,
but not for us to share.
Filling up our empty sadness,
other loves we must prepare.
A match this pure can never be.
Though hearts align so beautifully.
A parting glimpse, a glancing blow,
that perfect moment we'll never know.
A longing to hold your tender face.
The feeling of some other place.
Through heavens lofty high-born embrace.
I see your unencombered grace.
Inside a glistening waterfall.
Beneath a starstruck comets fall.
Though time and fate and destinies true.
Wherever I dwell
I See you.
I Tried, DammitYou wereI Tried, Dammit7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the right piece
for an old puzzle
and I broke you
trying to fit you
in a new one.
My knuckles are bleeding
and I'm screaming
at the top of my
but you're hemophobic
and too deaf to hear me.
SW: To Whom it May ConcernPrince on vacation.SW: To Whom it May Concern5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
grandpaHe wrapped arms around me likegrandpa6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
mantles of assurance and
safety. He withdrew clouds,
from his pockets, set them
above my head as I laid in
what the doctor thought
to be my... deathbed.
He would offer a smile
as deep as his green eyes,
prairies bearing emotions
swaying like grass;
emerald pools swaying
to the current of insecurity
as deep as his faith.
My life couldve last as long as a cicada,
leaving behind my s
You were a mistakeYou were vodkaYou were a mistake8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to my lips,
My Titatanium CocoonTitanium CocoonMy Titatanium Cocoon14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my cocoon
I shut out
I shut in
In my cocoon
In my cocoon
Softly, I rest
Fara titluE ciudat cum din carbuni se nasca diamantele. Poate e modul naturii de a ne aduce aminte ca la baza suntem toti la fel, facuti din tarana, nimeni nu e mai bun decat altu. Noi dam lucrurilor valoarea. Noi suntem cei care pun un pret pe ceea ce conteaza in viata asta. De la sentimente, la tot ceea ce ne face oameni. Si e ciudat cum tragand linie, ajungem a crede ca uni oameni sunt mai presus de altii, sau ca la randul nostru, noi suntem mai presus decat ei.Fara titlu1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Unelte manjite de sudoareRupem bucati de piatra din mediul lor. Le rapim si le taram in lumea noastra pentru ca le vedem esenta. Intelegem potentialul lor si ajungem in a ne dedica timpul si spiritul nostru pentru a le aduce acolo unde noi credem ca le este cel mai bine pretuita cel mai bine valoarea.Unelte manjite de sudoare1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Nu este usor, niciunuia dintre noi. Atunci cand privesti o sculptura, sau un tablou pictat vezi doar fata creatiei. Dar trecand peste asta oare ce este ascuns? Ce sentimente si amintiri sunt sadite? Ce a pornit aceea "idee" si ce provocari au dus la acele decizii pentru a ajunge in a ridica acea creatie? Dar noi nu observam mereu, pentru ca uni dintre noi lucreaza cu dalta, altii cu un creion sau un aparata de fotografiat in timp ce altii folosesc lut sau nisip si nu reusim mereu sa intelegem uneltele creatiei altora.
Si nu intelegem ca toti facem acelasi lucru si suntem artisti in a crea oameni
titluriVrei un mister?titluri2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ia vezi ce se afla dincolo de oglinda sparta din hol. Sau de usa de la sifonier putin crapata. Incearca sa privesti in umbra aia ce o vezi de la geamul din camera ta si spune-mi daca ii simti fiorul. Opreste-te putin din a te gandi de ce esti aici, si gandeste-te daca nu ai fi aici gandul tau ar mai exista? Sau asta e tot ceea ce te reprezinta?
Vrei un raspuns?
Ce ar fi daca pentru o clipa te-ai opri din jocul asta creat pentru nebuni decatre tine, de a gasi lucruri acolo unde nu sunt, si pentru a clipa ce ar fi daca ai deschide pe bune ochii si te-ai privi in vitrina aia pe langa care treci in fiecare dimineata spre munca sau scoala. Ia zi-mi? Te vezi? Sau nici macar numai esti in stare sa te recunosti? Vrei un raspuns pe bune? Spune-mi te rog cand a fost ultima data cand ai incercat sa te gasesti, nu prin ceata ci prin picaturi de apa, adieri de vant, raze de soare sau orice simteai ca iti dadea viata. Cand a fost ultima data cand ai fost treaz sau treaza? Cand a fost