hurricanei once believed in falling in love, but past experience has taken that dream away. love has brought me to battlefields, stopping just short of outright warfare. love has brought me to thunderstorms and lightning flashes, dancing on the edges of tornadoes and hurricanes. love brought me to you, and for a time the cannon fire ceased, and a rainbow appeared in my clear blue skies. but the clouds are returning, and i can hear the drums of war calling, calling my name.hurricane3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
they're shaking my convictions to the bone, until i'm standing, wobbly and calf-legged, waiting for the last gust of wind to blow me over. the storms are building behind the distant horizon, and i can hear the thunder pounding like a war drum, the wind screeching a battle cry. my heart is in shreds today, and there is nothing you can do to save me from myself. don't send the calvary after me, love. i deserve to face this alone.
you have been my rock through the storms, but you can't anchor me through this hurricane.
For FranklynYou make me think sometimesFor Franklyn2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of other times, imaginary times
Times that I shouldn't dream, shouldn't see
Times that I open my eyes and see ahead of me
So when I think, there's a broken mirror, shattered but still reflecting
The droplets of blood that tainted it, when my fist pushed against it
And I'm breathing like I'm dying, because I become blind for a second
Because my mind goes against me, and murmurs questions I reckon, like:
How should someone else give a shit if we can't even give a shit about our own lives?
How come we take for granted and never appreciate until we can't live without it anymore?
How come we never notice that we had what we've always wished for?
How come I like to think that I'm perfect when I'm not?
How come I go crazy when I'm criticized or when I'm wrong?
How should a person ask for something when they fuck up what they get?
How do you apologize when you fuck up and in deep shit?
So many fucking questions, I hate it when you make me think
But the questio
InfectionsUtter paranoia.Infections3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paradoxical, instinctual hatred.
Kill the listeners,
Beat the speakers.
Let the blood run black.
May He help you,
But only through his plagues.
Crawling below my skin,
Running through my hair,
Corpse after corpse rises.
I cannot make them fall.
Offer me your hand,
And I'll turn it gray.
Infect you with my infestation.
Feel the warm pulse,
No One UnderstandsI've been told I'm a dry humorist.No One Understands3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A wry grin and a twinkle in my eye.
If I'm a know-it-all,
Then why don't I know what I want.
A sick heart, a throbbing throat.
My subconscious has retaliated against my ego.
Lately, I've been retracing my steps,
Only to find it broken once again.
I know I shouldn't act so eager.
However, I've wanted you like nothing else.
In an empty space,
I manage to grimace.
Some say I'm a poor idealist.
I'd like to believe I'm a dreamer, a visionary.
The CreatureI feel it,The Creature3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Crawling beneath my skin
Suffer slowly it tells me
Drawing a mental picture in my head
Darling this wont last long,
Burning into my mind like a fixated song
Yearning to me,
Like some type of creature
As I lay down,
Not making a sound
they. them. their.I'm alone in my room, less the voices which echo off the metal barriers in my mind.they. them. their.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most of the time, I don't mind them.
They keep me company between the thrice daily nurse visits.
Not even the doctors find time for me anymore.
We sing a lot, the voices and I. I use to write red words on the white walls but they took out everything but them. It's amazing what you can do to make yourself bleed. hehe
The other day I bit the tip of my tongue off but you couldn't read the words afterwards so it was a useless gesture.
I tried to explain that when the people in blue jammed a mouth guard between my teeth but no one would listen.
Except for the voices of course, but they were too busy being distracted by able calloused hands and glimpses of creamy cleavage.
Once I gave them names but then they started talking in funny accents and giggling so hard I couldn't tell one from another.
So now it's just them.
Just a StainLove drips from my wristJust a Stain4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
staining the cedar floor with my goodbye note.
Passion tightens at my throat.
My cry for help echoes uselessly in the empty barn.
I choke on sweet promises and force them down with a glass of self guilt.
I'd give it all if you'd just say you love me.
I jump into the lie of needed.
War no morewar sucks makes bucksWar no more4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
die for oil on foreign soil
high an mighty sit and eat
mothers beg for a retreat
through sandstorms so high
war torn faces look to the sky
no apple pie its time to die
sun goes down children cry
swaying date palms lush
straight into an ambush
roadside bomb shattered
your body lying battered
ricochets echo in your mind
its all black but your not blind
crippled senses cracked contact lenses
shit runs down legs
only a coward begs
take me now
take your final bow
no way out of this deafening hell
shredded into laces by a shell
this is war
want some more?
takes one bullet to end a life
makes a widow of a wife
your dead in your head
thats what history said
now just bone
your name lies in stone
rest in peace on your throne
bring our troops home
It Rained on my Way HomeCold corrodes the rims of my earsIt Rained on my Way Home4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the air smelt numb (so cold it was warm) as it
Sighed through my hair and
Bit against my leathered back
black jacket sodden.
My hair does not form
Protective insulation this time.
Rain licks my scalp
And tattoos meanders down my forehead
(wet white like silver)
With its bitten tongue.
The water is alien and vacant;
Like on TV, Like I've borrowed
Someone else's tears.
Heel click toe click is met by hollow
Thud on concrete's new
High shine mirror finish
Reflecting the yellow white glow of
The security light.
Stiff hand grip the door handle
And sniff exhale through.
Destroyed TrustLies like crushed roses pressed between the pages of your lips.Destroyed Trust4 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Watermelon gloss trying to cover up the rottenness of deceit;
Whatever truth you hide spoiled as well.
Don't touch me.
Truth hurts for a moment but lies hurt forever.
Especially ones crushed between the inviting petals of your lips.
Dreaming DandelionsWithin the reverie we dwell.Dreaming Dandelions4 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Fingers reaching, bodies breaking,
still we struggle to be undone.
Unreal stances of bigger chances
and little white lies of need.
I am but a heart breath away from waking.
Holding to the mind's watery image;
they fade like pixie heroin.
WithIn My ShellStop!WithIn My Shell4 years ago in Other More Like This
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Definition of Aromas-------------------------------Definition of Aromas4 years ago in Other More Like This
The moonbeams smell clean and remind me it's ok to live.
Till they burn like sun rays upon my gentle trusting skin.
Vanillas rolls over me like a smooth velvet
Amaretto and Frangelica assault my palate
The almonds and hazelnut swirl together in my glass
The leather is like a bit I want to bite.
Sweat reminds me of exertion...
I long to down the liquid but I'm already dropping fast
Denim is like comfort
Wrap me up in your pants,
To chase away the pain.
I've been walking too long in my shoes,
Let me try yours for a day.
and blood is like dishonesty.
I've wielded the blade,
your life's water
puddles at my feet,
Covering me in the warmth
of your deceit.
I danceI dance because it's me.I dance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dance because I'm free.
I dance because I'm beautiful.
I dance because someone loves me.
I dance because I'm happy.
I dance because I'm sad.
I dance because I'm the only one who cares.
I dance because it's where I am not judged.
I dance because I'm healthy.
I dance because I have one more day.
I dance because you cannot stop me.
I dance no matter what you say.
I dance in the rain.
I dance in the sun.
I dance in anger.
I dance in fun.
I dance to the music in the beauty around me.
I dance to the music in my head.
I dance because I can.
I dance because I'm free.
I dance because I'm me.
DisassembledStripped down and I'm violatedDisassembled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all my pieces on the table
neatly sorted and well labeled.
At least it's not haphazard.
Just because my flesh is iron,
and my oily blood can't congeal
does not make me no less the real.
Do not touch my parts that way.
Do not gaze with your proud contempt.
I want to hide myself from you
but my bits are all out to view.
You make me feel quite dirty.
I understand the autopsy.
It's what you've done or something near,
only to explore new frontiers.
I am not your new found toy.
I would most appreciate it
if you'd put me back together.
It does not count why or whether
you want me that way or not.
At least I had the decency
to 'deactivate' my subjects
MooIf you'd allow it we could swim beneath the falls,Moo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrender to a time that no longer calls,
To us, No, No calls, I hear no phones ringing,
Nor birds singing,
Try to love the beginning like the end, And spend the middle with a friend,
The cow jumped over the moon, Though the hermophrodite can swoon,
Her down the tree, Where she watches me,
Like the tick tocks of a clock,
That mean nothing now,
Dare you, Dare you ask me how,
Such a sweet melody can dance, If given a proper chance,
Though it spins a princess spin,
Often times it cannot win, Your heart since you can't hear the sound,
Though it does surround, Everything within ones grasp,
Such a quiet whisper like a gasp,
Crown the clown, Even if he'd frown, at the responisibility of that, A silly hat,
That means nothing now,
So bolt me to the cross, It would be no great loss, To have loved and loved alone,
And off away my fears had flown,
To him I dedicate my ode, the one who like a river flowed,
So graciously he did draw words, Swung rou
How can I ..."How can I pick up the pieces of my shattered heart and bleeding love?"How can I ...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pieces were scattered across the floor,
oozing out and melting,
like a colored red ice which seeps into cracks of your life's tile.
Yes I know you didn't want it there.
I thought it was only later but now I doubt if you ever did.
I collected all I could but had to use anger like a wire scrub brush to get the rest out.
Sorry I split your control, but my bloody love was staining your restraining force and I had to at least try to clean it out.
After all it's what's you wanted or at least demanded of me.
Don't look at me that way.
I cleaned the ceramics and no one knows I was here once.
But you know, don't you?
Even though the external proof is gone unseen stains remain.
Though it was not my intent, I left a part of me behind. My own scars have healed and I have no desire to return to your so called life.
But I know I stained you.
No matter how much you bleach, I'll always be there.
Hello SunHello Sun,Hello Sun4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the center of Our Galaxy,
And before you I am particularly mistifyed.
By your beauty,
By your power,
By your glow,
It seems it'll always be this way,
Circling around you year after year.
Why can't I move to some other place with all this "space"?
Whether you know or not,
It's impossible to just move away.
So long as you are vast,
So long as you are warm,
So long as you are near,
And I'll always look up at you saying,
What if you were too close?
Or too far away?
So yeah, Sun,
I'm gonna stay on planet Earth
While you look down at me from your Heaven.
I won't touch you again.
I won't stare at you again.
I won't come close to you again.
HitmanShe made love a hit listHitman4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Checking off each line as each shot is fired.
That would be my falling, not hers.
Then there's entrapping, heartache, pain, doubt, betrayal, anger, more pain.
What she doesn't realize is that she's not my first. She won't be my last.
I've been hit before and know how to pick up (most of) the pieces.
Sure I'll leave some behind but I've got scars to fill in the blanks.
I just hope someone finds those fragments so that they'll learn.
So that they'll not be next on her already bloodied hit list.
Nasty TruthDear You,Nasty Truth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am appalled.
You took me down and thrust me out, pitched far with the rest of the unwanted garbage.
In my anger, words escape me.
I know there are more decorative descriptions of being cast out but all that comes to mind is your hurtful unrepentant arrogance.
There were a billions ways to let me go but throwing me forcibly to the curb while performing an elaborate victory dance was both tactless and cruel.
I hate you.
I gave you everything yet still I was not good enough.
Obviously I was less than that.
You gleaned the best parts, threaded me along then tossed me aside like a deflated orange.
The worst part, unfortunately, is yet to come.
I need to crawl out of this shameful plastic bin, clean myself off and learn how to continue on. I must find a way to expunge you from my life and my mind. The latter will be the hardest. You are all I ever knew and now I know nothing but the deep staining shadows of what you left. I cannot
Trust MeTrust me.Trust Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take my hand,
It's just a simple step
taken at least once before.
Now, take a breath, my dear.
It's been a while, I know.
Have you lost the memory?
why are you trembling?
You already made the choice; I am here to simply help you along.
Don't look at me that way,
of pain and regret
and need and punishment.
Dancing upon broken happiness and shattered yesterdays.
I was your answer, remember?
You look at me in shock but I can only shrug in response.
I am not the one haunted.
I am at peace as I talk with you; it is you who is tormented by your decision.
You have no right to look at me that way.
But then, maybe you do.
You chose this path.
I can say it once more if you rather.
I am not angry with you, rather reminding.
I made sure you read the small print.
You saw the scars and still you have the audacity to be appalled upon spying my truth.
It amuses me more than anything, I suppose.
Come to me,
Go ahead an
My Personal Prison"What do you remember?" The new voice whispered softly from across the way.My Personal Prison4 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Pain, mostly." The words seem to echo forever off the brick walls.
I barely heard the third voice shushing quietly before all the voices thankfully stopped. It wasn't silent though. I could still hear ragged agonized breaths, water dripping in the distance, the scurrying and pausing of rats and the movement of pained flesh against rough stone.
We rarely spoke in the dungeon as the punishment was too severe. Not from the guards, though that happened often as well, but from the guilt within us. It was better not to know another's assumed crime and therefore better not to give precious sympathy. Sooner or later we would all die here though most down in this hell wish it had already come.
It was better to suffer in silence. The new voice would learn all too soon.
Only Less in the MindYou call me freak.Only Less in the Mind4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sneers in the hall
Last to be called.
I know Im not the same
but you dont have to play that game.
As if I haven't heard it all before,
Do you really need to beat me down some more?
I'm different, It's my cross to bear,
It's you who should be ashamed you're just
Another sheep, no substance, no name.
One more word, one more twisted title
if this was the real world, youd be sued for libel.
In the real world Id kick your ass in court
but here, in school, its just one more label
One more scarring memory.
I hate you.
Do you even know how bad your words wound me?
I'll carry these marks with me to the outside,
where I will have to swim or die,
And every time I feel beaten your words will surface,
crushing me again, though it's been years since you spoke them.
I may be different but Im not worthless.
When I get older I will realize you only wound because you have a bleeding hole too
but that wont erase the s