Prayer to the MoonShow me beautyPrayer to the Moon5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't get in the day
Give me hope
I lack in the sun
Give me company
as my world sleeps
Teach me silence
no one takes
Listen to words
I've never spoken
to questions answered
as much as dreams
when no one wants to see
Remember..OURRemember..5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
fear is not in dying
in being forgotten..
Feel BetterHope and fear spread like fireFeel Better5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But beauty lasts more than a while
Life's a blessing, thoughts are a curse
Just remember, it could always be worse
So here I am, just to say
Everything will work out okay
The JourneyThe Journey4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We run haphazardly through life, spending our youth
With the awareness of our freedom of choice,
we want to experience life,
we want to take big bites out of it
There is passion, loneliness;
Fear, anger, sadness and sorrow,
"Rekindled Yesterdays" Chapt2Much of life is destined to haunt us."Rekindled Yesterdays" Chapt24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Be it good times or bad, the happy or the sad.
These snippets of what once was, are imprinted in our brain and can show themselves at the most inopportune moment.
This was one of those moments.
A face from my past.
I was not ready to deal with him, or the memories connecting him to me.
"Damn!!!!" I muttered under my breath.
Without thinking I just grabbed the flashlight from the boot of my car and turned to walk back towards the house, pretending that what I just saw was a figment of my imagination.
I heard the screech of brakes, followed by the opening of a car door, and still I continued to walk, with no intention of acknowledging either.
It was not until I felt the hard grasp of his hand on my shoulder that I even slowed my step, even then it did not feel real.
I took a deep breath and waited for what would happen next.
My eyes shut and placed me in a realm that had me oblivious to what was really happening.
Mr. RabbitMr. Rabbit4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There's that rabbit again,
he's laughing at me.
He's telling me I'm a fool.
For playing tricks on me.
I want to kill that rabbit,
I want it to die.
He's telling me that I need to go away,
to bury myself underground and cry.
This rabbit has seen me at my worst,
and unfortunely at my best.
He wants me to suffer,
just like the rest.
He wants me to go underground with him,
and meet all his friends.
This rabbit can be very luring..
He can make you create sin..
He started with Eve,
and made his way to Adam.
Now he's posing as a rabbit.
Man, I wish I had shot him..
He's slowly luring me in,
I'm believing everything he's saying.
I can't be a success.
What makes me think I'm a saint?
I'll just go underground,
with my so called rabbits.
They've made an impression on me.
Now I'm following their habits..
That rabbit is now my best friend.
He's not putting ridculous thoughts in my head.
He's telling me that I'm a failure.
That's all I've ever been.
I sit up and look around.
What the crap happened?
is this love?your monster is eating myis this love?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
monster which is living
inside of me
Not sure.Lathered in self-loathingNot sure.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a pedestal of self-righteousness
I leaned down to forgive without conscious thought
dancing along my mendulla oblongata
Remembering all the times I broke my back into your arms,
falling from this height.
Stay insaneShe wipes the mud off of her face, and flashes a quick grinStay insane3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Her jeans are tight and faded, make up's smeared across her skin
Her eye brows need some plucking, her nails are dull and plain
She talks so fast that people sometimes think that she's insane
She tried the Gothic movement, and she couldn't get it right
The dark colors bleached her skin, turned her a sickly white
She tried to play the rock star, the preppy, and the geek
But every fad she tried to match was dead within a week
She looks into the mirror, and wonders what I see
She sees a cloud of imperfection, dreaming of what else she could be
I see her stretch her cheek out, pull her nose off to the side
Then look into the mirror, making herself go cross eyed
She doesn't know I hear her giggle while she mocks the vanity
She doesn't know I watch her glow when she walks in all sweaty
With dirty streaks on her forehead, tangled weeds up in her hair
She never really believes me when I say that I don't care
She doesn't c
Intergalactic Seahorse Part 3Intergalactic Seahorse Part 3Intergalactic Seahorse Part 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kevin Levin sat on the couch in his living room. He was avidly watching Baby Genius presents Shakespeares Greatest Hits for Children when a strangely familiar voice chimed up.
My, Look at you! Youre big as a house!
Kevin almost leapt out of his skin as he felt two hands pinch his cheeks.
Verdona? What are you doing? Gwens not here! he almost growled.
The disguised alien smiled eerily.
I know that, Curtis,
Kevin, Kevin said, rubbing his sore cheeks.
The elder being waved her hand.
Whatever. Gwendolyn sent me to check up on you...and my little sparkling star!
Kevin realized she wasnt even trying to make eye contact. Her attention had immediately shifted from him to his swollen abdomen.
How do you get around? It doesnt look like you should be able to move. Well,
Hip Hop - Beauty UnromanticHip Hop - Beauty Unromantic4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Oral traditions & rhythms ride on African drums
Just to come & kiss the grandchild of The Blues
Rebirthing Slick Ricks for an alternate ending to come
And wishes dream in nightmares for a new groove
The Beauty is nothing pretty in reflections of gold
Living in mines to find nuggets of treasures
They arise to recite new traditions of old
And share with anyone who will listen & measure
Beauty is nothing pretty in reflections of life
Stories told by the way of unromantic
The Beauty in life is sometimes trife
But felt by those who truly understand it
Hip Hop is Be Bop stripped improvisation of The Blues
Meant for those who can relate & has walked in those shoes
Reap what you sowThey rejected me no matter that I helped them or would listen to their pain.Reap what you sow5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soon rejection was not enough, and torment became your game.
To fight against Derision, became a struggle day by day,
Finally I accepted your opinion; it didn't hurt if it were true.
But there were cracks in the beetle shells around me and I saw flickers of remorse
So even you did not believe what you said to build your fragile defenses higher.
If your greatness was so great, then why did you need defenses ?
I saw again that I had worth, or why bother tear at Me.
I saw how little you really had that I did not, and how much more I could gain. If I could break the habit of longing to belong.
Belong to what, a gaggle of petty egos, of snipers of the soul, a heartless flock of harpies who hated themselves, even without even being tormented about them.
I did not want what they kept from me, I did not want them at all, So I rejected them.
Before Black makeup and trench coats, and chains and collars were found in bou
we have the softest heartbeatsi don't know what it means when you saywe have the softest heartbeats3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't know what i mean.
the implications of my every sentence stain the
atmosphere like neon lights and i'm left wondering
how you can still be so clueless. how after
all this time. after all the sentences we traded
with each other. after every minute that makes
the miles smaller. you still don't get it. how
you could still not get me.
this is the part where i need to remind myself
that you were never mine.
you've never been anyone's because there isn't
a sentence simple enough to make you stay so
three words and eight letters won't leave you
breathless in between my bed sheets. it won't make
you feel the same. and there isn't an idea complex
enough to make you stumble into love, because
to figure out that the world is so much more than
black and white would be admitting you've been
wrong all along.
we're not the people we once were, but maybe our
expectations are far too high.
Eagle's LullabyA tree stands by the waters edgeEagle's Lullaby7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tall and proud and strong
And on a limb there sits a nest
And from this nest a song
It doesnt sound like much at first
Just chirps and squeaks and cries
But listen closely and youll hear
A tale from the skies
It all begins with two young chicks
At their parents side
Learning all they need to know
To live and to survive
Fly high and free, and eagle says
Take every chance to dive
Eat many fish so you will grow
And proudly you will thrive
As great bald eagles you are seen
As symbols of a nation
Power, honor, strength we have
We have survived throughout the years
Through trials caused by man
And like the people of this land
We always rise again
As long as you are in this nest
Theres no need for alarm
Well guard you from all predators
And keep you safe from harm
Soon youll fly away from here
And leave this place to roam
But you will come again someday
Because this is your home
And you will tell you
I Taste Like Panic.I never do what I should.I Taste Like Panic.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does that mean I do everything Wrong?
I tell those who ask
"Oh yes, I am very self-destructive."
After all, I'm only hurting myself.
And those I have the opportunity to save.
I figure if one were to taste me,
I would taste like panic.
No one knows what that means
But that's how I like it.
I want to throw myself in front of a car
For you. Does that make me Suicidal?
I don't tell those who have never asked,
"Oh yes, all of my smiles are real."
But somehow always appear
To lead them to it.
I believe if feelings had looks
And my legs had a view,
They would resemble fear.
No one knows what that means either.
I'm just waiting to get to the end so I can say,
With a Brave Smile, "Ah well, too late now!"