OutmodedOutmoded9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pick-pocket cigarette, first of the day, meets my lips
with the shock of the afternoon-daybreak sun.
a single chance of impression, careless as the blurs
passing by, lands amongst the first to jump at it
and when one's clever enough to see above the rest,
the maddening roar of everyone else
is just enough to drown any incidental gleam,
dreams of what they should have been.
now I sink in unseen corners, shroud myself
behind imaginary one-way mirrors, scribbling
as fast as possible, capturing it all, save for
when I am far too lost in it; myself a victim.
are these to be encyclopedic rolls of the tongue
like soft-blip, rhetorical representations with just
enough candor to be passed off as an epic catalog
or am I dribbling a false self-titled endowment?
dance for an endyou shot me to feel cleaner about yourself, ya your the dirtiest one around.dance for an end9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
my body did the best that my body can.
You dance cause you know that its the end, I should have had the trust in my friends.
You blew everyone's tires, and walked bragging about how you destroyed someone who you said you admired.
It's the end, you should know by now how to love yourself.
You light the fire that burns underneath our feet.
She was my angel, but my angel got tired of lying around.
Im doing the best that I can to hold back.
You know what I say.
Youll see what i'll be
Tainted Syndrome.And so at night I ponder if I should absolve humanity of the mortifying calamities it's elicited from itself to ultimately lead to the demise of you and me, a travesty, or at least seeming to be.Tainted Syndrome.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gloating and flaunting about its amiable immaculacy, shunning those who disagree, those who deviate and detract, those who contrive towards the expulsion of these redundancies, those who refrain and abstain from affiliating with such an arbitrary blight of the face of mankind.
Those benevolent, benign benefactors who wish to rehabilitate and revitalize and stimulate the earth, before it degenerates into the epitome of everything it's not supposed to be.
Those who get looked upon with disdain, their methods viewed as unorthodox, a hypocritical paradox, demoralized and exploited at the expense of themselves and at the elation of others; their justices infringed.
These sparsities who are cursed with the general consensus of being obsolete, searching on a quest for a sanctuary from a
Wasting Away In BetweenWasting Away In Between10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
"just walk into the light "shut your mouth and close your eyes
or keep heading for the black for darkness you have a knack
if you're looking for delight" you're the devil in disguise"
said the trickster in my back said the trickster in my back
"choose the realm where to go: "choose the realm where to go:
three headed demons that attack three headed demons that attack
or pale angels that think slow?" or pale angels that think slow?"
said the trickster in my back said the trickster in my back
"shut your mouth and close your eyes "just walk into the light
for darkness you have a knack or keep heading for the black
you're the devil in disguise" if you're looking for delight"
said the trickster in my back said the trickster in my back
Long Summer NightsThose days were so short becauseLong Summer Nights9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our nights were so long.
We wished upon the rock stars
in hope that we'd become them.
Those were the same nights you put on lip-gloss
and you truly matched the sky.
Our scars were cut so deep,
that we didn't even bleed.
It was almost like we didn't even notice
who we were sometimes.
We wanted to have fun, but we were dead broke
and dirt cheap.
We'd write our poetry in the sand
only to find it edited by erosion the next day.
Sometimes for the better.
We all knew what we were waiting for -
that westward wind
that someday would blow us out of this town.
Curious KidCurious Kid9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curious kid out to play
stacked his rocks all the day
then a girl who came to stay
moved his rocks out of the way
he frowned, looked-down
his rocks astray
so she grabbed his hand
and promised him okay
What Dreams May ComeA spoon traces reality's wake,What Dreams May Come9 years ago in Open More Like This
leaving behind ripples of that material you hold of so dear.
Lazily bejewelled spectres drift after,
all consuming behind veiled greed.
Lavishly they take their fill
of your ill dreams.
Never Ending, Ever Spiralling stairs send you
to the places where hope begins.
Ghostly dancers reside on pedestals of jade,
serenading in place amidst fluted rose pillars.
Beneath cigarette filters
their feet beat out a precise rhythm.
Disapproval splatters like rain. Soaking discarded the prom dresses
of desolate angels, resplendent in their despair.
Ebony Eyeliner runs ragged down pale cheeks
as rain pelts lifeless eyes, from whence tears come to mingle.
Abandoned, they trace their sorrow in imperfect blue lines;
emptily they wallow in forlorn and forsaken dreams.
A glib word and beautifully turned phrase
glow forgivingly in soft dawns light.
An ever expanding, all encompassing feeling
hits you like a pillow-padded train.
An ember inside of you turns to conflagration
: I wish :** Please listen to the song listed in my artist comments below as you read this to get the full effect from the emotion that i'm trying to portray in this. I promise you, it will be worth it.**: I wish :6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Its ok Its ok to cry. I did not expect any less of you. Its funny. I did not think Id be so sad. And I regret it. I regret it already. But hush now. I dont know how long this breath will last. Just give that reassuring smile. Please lie to me, and just say it will be ok. That Ill be able to see you smile like this every day. Tell me that I wasnt selfish.
Remind me how we met. How you held onto me. Those warm summer days I will never forget. All the happiness that we shared. Tell me that Im just falling asleep. And hold me as if I was. With your fingers gently against my cheek, your eyes full of that strange emotion. I am sorry I guess thats too much to ask right now. Its ok. You can hate me. I understand.
Mary Had A Little DollMary Had A Little DollMary Had A Little Doll7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mary had a little doll
She dressed and fed it well
She kept it dry when rain would fall
And thought it rather swell
Her little doll, so sweet and kind,
Accepted gifts so graciously
But Mary dearest kept in mind
The pain the doll stored viciously
While on a walk one sunny day
Mary and her doll did spy
The Preacher of the church, and prayed
An exorcism he'd not try
But he caught sight and flipped a fit
And Mary felt not well
He cursed and flailed and flipped a fit
And said shed go to hell
So Mary took her dolly home
And with a spiteful air,
Cut a slit in dollys dome
And stuffed her with the Preachers hair
13 days her hatred grew
She waited very patiently
And fed her doll a special brew
That she had made meticulously
And when the moon rose in the sky
Mary was equipped with pins
For Preacher, Mary said, must die
For insulting dearest dolly-kins
So she stuck the dolly full
And found she was quite exhilarated
And when the morning bell did toll
How It EndsHow It EndsHow It Ends5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He leaves a slime-trail of blood across the floor of the warehouse as he crawls. There is nothing romantic about any of this. His organs are squelching and shifting in ways they shouldn't, and what he long ago suspected that there was nothing romantic or heroic about this lifestyle, that it would end in sudden, catastrophic violence is now confirmed. Loyalty kept him here, despite all that. Loyalty keeps him moving now, pulling himself by slickened fingertips towards his goal when his body is screaming for an ending he won't give in to. Not yet, at least. Soon, but not yet. He is nothing if not stubborn.
They dodged bullets and bombshells and bounty hunters and everything else the world threw at them, long enough for regimes to crumble and gray to sprout in their hair. That was what ultimately killed them, slowing the blazing of her two hands long enough for a few punks to get lucky. Small-timers, just to hammer home the reality that his life wasn't som
Broken GlassThis life we lead is broken glassBroken Glass7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strewn upon the road that we must tread
The signposts that we pass
Form our only common thread
There is pain inside my weary feet
Because the glass is buried deep
the smell of my sweat is sickly sweet
And from my soul, this blood does seep
Dripping on the pavement,
The path which I must walk
As I wonder what my life's meant
It seems the stones themselves could talk
"We bear the burden of your footfalls
Through the dark and dusty years
We have heard your soul's anguished calls
As it faced into the darkest of you fears
Yet we mind it not, simply the path are we
The line upon which all our lives are drawn
Only this, all we ever hope to be
No aspirations far beyond
Just simply stones that make a road
Not so different from all the others
Yet this one alone have you strode
This alone of all it's brothers
Though we are ill-tended in our disrepair
You've deigned to grace us with your tread
To walk our glass and smoke-stained air
You've dared to stay when other
Big BrotherI'm eating but I'm not hungryBig Brother10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm alone but I'm not lonely
I'm happy but I don't show it
I'm not in love and no one believes me
I want shoes that light up at the soles
I want someone to leak through my ceiling
Just to talk, just to me
I want to lay in my backyard
At 1:52 in the morning
I want someone to find me
And not just walk away
Be my big brother.
Catch me when I fall.
LaughLook at the depressed girl,Laugh9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She laughs to hide the pain.
Is that really why?
She might be like me.
Maybe she laughs because she means it.
Because when she's alone she just can't,
No matter how hard she tries.
Because when she's with her friends it's something special,
Because that's where she's happy.
And that's where she can laugh.
Happy girls cry sometimes, right?
Then why can't a sad girl laugh with her friends
Without hiding the pain
That only exists in loneliness?
SorrowSorrow10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sorrow fills the tearful eyes
Sorrow covers all the lies
Friends will come and friends will go
But the tears of sorrow will always show
The pain, the sadness, the heartbreak, I know
Just let those tears continue to flow
Some will not understand you're pain
And the words to describe it would only be in vain
Just let your tears flow like rain
For that may help to ease your pain
Let the memories live on and all will see
How dear a friend you were to me
May 4, 1998
Lady in WhiteLady in White10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can still feel you like the prickle of my hair standing up in the cold.
I turn around and see nothing…..nothing.
But you will come back! I know it!
My heart tells me so…….
We were meant to be.
Don't think I didn't see you, standing with her.
Not standing, really…..sitting….laying.
You sounded so different with her than you do with me….
You were happy, satisfied…….not disgusted.
My hands shook when I first saw you: I wasn't strong then.
Now I can take it: I know she means nothing to you.
I'm your world…because you were mine.
The metal--it was metal, wasn't it?-- felt strangely good in my hand, but the feeling alone didn't satiate me.
Not even when it rumbled, belching out its insides towards you.
It spit up something: I remember!
It hit you, and FINALLY I heard it: your moans.
Moans I hadn't heard from you in years.
Moans louder than even that woman had given you.
And thinking back, I still smile.
I gave you pleasure then, didn't I?
You fell to the ground in pleasu
AloneAll AloneAlone7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No voices to be heard
Just the music on the radio
And the ballet of the raindrops
Falling on my windshield
A symphony of silence
Humming in my ears
SimpleSimple10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A simple slice, a simple cut
Is all that I would need
To end my "precious" little life
With such a simple deed
Your love from me was stolen
Leaving me to brood
In my own self pity
And in a hate-filled mood
Every time you said "I love you"
My fragile heart did soar
But when you left me to myself
I only wanted more
Your lips, they were as petals
So soft to every touch
Your skin, it was as raindrops
Ever escaping my clutch
The way your arm felt
While wrapped around my body
Made me feel as if in bliss
Made me feel not shoddy
But then you took it on yourself
To break my love-filled heart
And shatter me to tattered pieces
Just like a well-aimed dart
It was then, these feelings started
The endless urge to die
And when my mission is complete
My corpse will shine in your eye
As I lay here in my coffin,
My eyes shut to all
I sense your essence near me
And my spirit starts to fall
As you look down at my body
My arms across my chest
You say, "I still do love you"
And my soul forever
Poem Portfolio 1Toy SoldierPoem Portfolio 18 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His eyes clogged with mud,
the toy soldier is no longer fit for service.
He lies on his back, his one leg raised
in appeal, the foot severed at the ankle.
The other leg could never be recovered,
blown off by a land-mine in the no-man's land
of a little boy's garden,
buried by the dog.
His clothes and face are caked with earth and greyed,
providing no distinguishing features,
one of a thousand thousand of his like.
As a child I remember there were many battles:
The war of the sandpit,
The skirmish on the kitchen table,
The final push across the living room carpet.
Countless men were scalded by the teapot,
clacked onto the floor and hoovered up
by the enemy.
On these fields of war were no infirmaries,
but one enormous bucket for the draft,
sticky, chubby fingers enlisting
new recruits, picked them out
and set them to the front.
They battled as fiercely as they could
with bent rifles, feet clogged down in
plastic slabs, good and bad
determined by the colour of their ski
Against the SilenceOne songAgainst the Silence7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raised by a thousand voices
No, ten thousand
Nay, a million voices strong
Singing one song
One piercing voices against the silence that would bind us
No fear at all, though the silence is coming
And the darkness soon after
The song sustains us
Within us, around us, among us
The song sings us as well
And the silence cannot stand
A million voices strong
A million souls woven together
A barrier of light, unique in every way
Stronger than any wall of stone or steel
And the silence comes
It consumes our song of hope and light
Ten thousand souls lost in an instant
The rest soon to follow
Yet all is not lost
Within the silence
As it rolls across the land in victory
Within the impenetrable darkness
As it steals away the warmth of sunlight
Shines our light
And our Song
Within the silent night
We sing on.
Four SeasonsWhen I first met you, you were like the relief one gets from a fresh splash of the April rain.Four Seasons10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Effervescent in your attitude, anomalous in everything else….
You were different, you were new, and you made me feel…absolutely rejuvenated and…..absolutely beautiful.
When I realized that I was in love with you, you were like the July sun.
Bright and looming, the first thing my eyes went to in the sky.
Overwhelming, you were once in a while, consuming my time and whatever limited free space resided in my mind.
Sometimes I felt you slowed me down, tired me with your tenacious complexity …but I knew, without you, I wouldn't be able to survive.
And then, there were those summer rains….those monsoons of magnificence…those hazy pink-grey skies, those shows of layers, of diaphanous folds and glorious textures in your personality.
When our love was set and rolling, you were like the falling leaves of autumn: colorful, varied, and utterly spellbinding.
I could roam through your huge expa
Four poemsWordsFour poems10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are all I hear.
Lies upon lies
are what they are.
cut me deeply.
that never seems to fade.
let guilt destroy me.
is my fault.
All these words
do so much damage,
but no one knows...
and no one cares.
I feel so little sympathy,
for the poor cursed strangers I meet.
I care little for the world and it's views,
defying them all for no reason then I can.
I have no passion, I have no drive...
I simply live the life handed to me.
Because I'm cold.
People avoid looking me in the eye,
my frosty gaze unsettles them.
My emotions seem to be non-exsitant,
because they are so numb.
I am so distant from people,
only watching as they die.
Because I'm cold.
There's more to me then that.
A deep longing hidden deep within,
that no one seems to see.
A part of me that screams out,
begging for someone's warm embrace...
because I'm cold.
Take my hand, please?
because I need you so much
that it terrifies me
When Two Poets MeetIt's a dangerous thing when two poets meet.When Two Poets Meet7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words like fire on tongues so sweet.
Poetry rains down in emotions still flowing.
Hearts on sleeves for the worlds full knowing.
Words like spells holding hearts so fast.
Enraptured by thoughts that forever do last.
Burning and churning for what we cannot see.
Seeking to find what we cannot be.
Loathing and loving all that we've been given.
Unabashed and morose at the thought of this sin.
Words like a sweet poison aching to find
a heart like your own on the other side.
No more truth can be known, we are helpless to cede.
It's a dangerous thing when two poets meet...
For a FriendWhen life makes you feel really down,For a Friend11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And there's no one to tell you it's alright,
You can't help feeling you're about to drown,
Or being enveloped by endless night.
I'll be there to help you out,
Or just to make you smile,
I'll show you what friendship is all about,
And help you run the extra mile.
I know how much pain has come to you,
And I know that it's hard to move on,
But I know that you'll make it through,
And then that pain will soon be gone.
For a friend I'll always be there,
And I'll always do my very best,
I'll be the one who'll always care,
Even if they're extremely depressed.
Your friendship means the world to me,
Even when you're sad,
Because you are undoubtfully,
One of the best friends that I've had.
So when you're feeling lost,
Or when things become unclear,
My friendship has no cost,
And for you I'll always be here.