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Lonely8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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lethargy12 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Family So CloseFamily So Close8 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Headlights on
Headlights off
Headlights on
Headlights off
Headlights on
Headlights off
HEADLIGHTS GOIN ON AND ON AND
Headlights on
Headlights off
Headlights on
Headlights off
Headlights on
Headlights off
HEADLIGHTS GOIN OFF AND OFF AND
Frame
Crushed
Brain
Smushed
Blood
Flushed
Left untouched?
NOOOOOOOOO
NOOOOOOOOO
Their skin so
Soft
Their heads
Aloft
Headlights going on and
OFF
Headlights on
Headlights off
Headlights on
Headlights off
Headlights on
Headlights off
HEADLIGHTS GOIN ON AND ON AND
Headlights on
Headlights off
Headlights on
Headlights off
Headlights on
Headlights off
HEADLIGHTS GOIN OFF AND
FragileI'm okay with beingFragile6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unimpressive
she thought
gripping the folds of too-big sweater,
hanging,
like an extra skin
to compensate for her own,
pulled tight over a collection
of jagged
and angular
features.
I'm okay with being
unimpressive
she said
while yet imagining her hip bones,
jutting,
to be hips
knowing that she would never
achieve the hourglass femininity
that she
always read
about.
I'm okay with being
unimpressive
she lied.
I'm SorryI'm Sorry6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today I accidentally
killed your ladybug
tangled in my mess of hair
she
fell
onto my shoulder
not thinking I grabbed
for the tickle and
she was
crushed
with a fingetip
on her round
spotted back
she
floundered
and I watched her fade away
today I cried for your broken ladybug
Sorrow of the Past|_|_|Walls|_|_|Sorrow of the Past3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
|_The walls I've built
Are built to stay,
They're made to never break down,
No matter what I say.
They are hard as daimond,
Strong as steel,
And they make sure
I never feel.
No true emotions
Have I felt in so long,
I hate this,
And I know it's wrong.
But I can't seem to tear them down,
I just keep putting up more,
I just keep pushing people away,
I am so torn!
The emotions scare me;
I know what lies behind the walls,
I know what lurks in the darkness,
I am not deaf to it's calls.
I know all the pain
That lurks there,
I know all the awful things,
And I am so scared.
But if I do not feel the bad,
How ca
Don't Want To Be AloneFeeling so hollowDon't Want To Be Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So unsatisfied
Why can't my feelings reach?
Why can't I be gratified?
What do I have
That I shouldn't have?
What do I not have
That I need?
What do they have that I want?
Someone please tell me
So I also can shine
I look and search
And it's all for nothing
It's all in vain
I'm lost and blind
And there's no one to light the way
I don't even make sense
I don't know what to do with myself
It's so painful
Not knowing my way
Why have I suddenly lost it?
When, all this time
I thought I'd found it
But now again
This mountain in front of me rises
What should I do?
Where should I go?
Which path should I tak
Falling DownI saw too much in life...& as I kept standing with prideFalling Down6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I never showed it. I didn't tell it, so I said to myself
You will ache in silence....they can throw you behind
Leave you alone ....crashing the love inside
But your eyes will scream with pain ...all the pain u hold.... within
Collapsing over there, having no one to hold your hand...
no one to be beside.
Seeking to reach some where to hide
were you falling in a maze...?
Where no one can ever find?!
But why?!
why did u left your place?
What did you want to find?
What could make you stop to breathe?
Was it serious....?!!
did you stand there hopeless?!!
No one to care any m
Sing a Song for False ProphetsSing a song for false prophets, dancin' in the rainSing a Song for False Prophets6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
For all the World is singin' Bob Dylan songs, everyone's gone insane.
Old Scratch crossed the East River, to get himself a bite
All that he found was pretention, singin' in the night
So he crossed East Fifty-Eighth, starvin' like a dog
Stumblin' like a lonely fool, through the mornin' fog.
Sing a song for false prophets, dancin' in the rain
For all the World is singin' Bob Dylan songs, everyone's gone insane.
There's not a thought to be had, that hasn't been had b'fore
Chasin' the tongues of sinners, as they dance through the door.
Originality is dead, I saw him killed with a tack
scan.me 0310 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Finger's Rigged With Black...Her only inspiration came fromFinger's Rigged With Black...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tear upon her cheek
Rubbing it away
Her fingers rigged with black smears
A cold sniff and a distant giggle
As she relapsed back into life
This is her inspiration
The only that keeps her alive.
Nicotine DreamI felt so intellectualNicotine Dream8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with you pursed between my lips
you were my cigarette,
my nicotine,
my scar.
I was floating on the smoke above you,
riding clouds of deadly beautiful,
both tragic and romantic.
I could kill you in one breath.
I would breathe you in,
(every morning if I could have)
but I was far too young-
and you were not.
I used to think of you
as stress relief;
a certian small high,
and an outside break..
My cigarette and chai
while laying down.
(no smoke in my face that way)
I got up and walked away.
You made me dizzy -
so dizzy I spun:
the ballerina I felt I was meant to be.
Now In my pink velvet,
my m
Your fireI see your fire burn so freeYour fire8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So fast and bright it hypnotises me
How much i love to burn with you in your fire
Your fire is my one true desire
So confident and strong
Flames that leave me staring for so long
So strong you burn the ice
That surrounds my heart and it makes me sacrifice
This life i live to your burning flames
But how will i get past all this fame?
They watch you burn in orange and yellow
You keep everyone warm and mellow
Again you hault my eyes
While you tell me all these lies
How you will forever burn
And never leave me here while you turn
And while i stay still and wait for your return
Water comes and takes y
leyend8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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two weeks bid my farewell.two weeks bid my farewell.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
could i say?
i miss you
i do
empty is my bed
blackets lay folded
neat and tidy
they have no more use
comfort has been lost
i long for it
the nights have gotten colder
like icy steel pressed against your
cheeks
i toss and turn
continuously
there is nothing to stop my body
space takes your place
apathy for this sleep fills me
overwhelmed with loneliness?
rain knocks on my window pane
this proves to be my only company
breezes brush through my room
as if teasing and taunting me
reminding me of how you came
...and went
my pillows surround me
ScratchingScratching9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I scratch at
the wall I built
around my heart
and feel
your fingertips
pressing
against mine
digging
your way in
from
the other side
to pull me
safely
through
the gashes
I leave behind
My Floor..."My Floor"My Floor...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shit.
There goes my world.
Shattered on the floor.
By putting it back together,
It only shatters more.
Shit.
There goes my life.
Bleeding on the floor.
By peicing it back together,
It only bleeds more.
Shit.
There goes my heart.
Broken on the floor.
By placing it together,
It only breaks more.
Shit.
There you go.
Walking to the door.
Each footstep you take,
Makes me need you more...
With each passing day...
I love you more and more...
Now lets both hope...
THAT...
Wont be on the floor...
Hole-Hole11 years ago in Horror More Like This
The shards of the broken mirror lie on the cold tile floor of my bathroom. Slowly I pick one up, and clench it tightly. I can feel it piercing my skin, and I can hear the blood dripping from my hand, yet there is no pain. I haven't slept for what feels like five days, and my legs still aren't working.
I let go of the shard and look at my hand. My little finger is dangling by some flesh. It appears I clenched the shard too hard. I can smell the blood. Combined with the stench of my rotting body and putrid clothes, it's not very pleasant.
The bathroom light flickers constantly. The phosphor tube is almost burned out. Like me. I'm sure that
Kunoichi VS ShinobiKunoichi VS Shinobi8 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Katrina: *enter class* Hi everybody!!
Theresa: Hi!! What's up?
Katrina: *sits down on the chair* Heh nothing much!!
Furan-san: Nice dress! Is it new!?
Leo: *sighs* Why do you kunoichis always talk about clothes and makeups and FASHIONS!?!
Katrina: *crosses her arms and sighs* Why do you Shinobis always talk about cars and playstations?
Francis: Yea! Well at least they are interesting creative topics unlike some of things you Kunoichis talk about!
Youri: *in girly voice* Oh my gosh!! Your nails looks great!! Where did you buy that nail vanish from?
// All boys laughs//
Avary: *in a girly voice* You got that shirt fro
lethargy again12 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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destination oneIf I get out of this life alivedestination one3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll defeat new ends
with contradiction
and nonsense.
Creating a mind
that mimics the heart;
ah, now there's a war
(for a goal).
four years of neverAgain, as before,four years of never3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is one of many nights
I've wanted you here, Dear Friend.
The warmth of your body next to mine
to keep the shadows out of my veins,
the passion of your words
to keep my mind from drifting
into our difficult night garden's
compost.
You see, Dear Friend,
the dead have been gathering
outside of my door
as my memory begins to drift
into places and times I never wanted,
where uncertain future
failed to bind them into submission.
& tonight I want you here,
for I have laced my boots with fire
for the war against my own
self-induced emptiness
and require your steady hands
to help us reclaim the love
that fi
Seasonal ChangeSeasonal Change7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The air is cold, and
every word that
drops
from
your
lips
freezes and hits the tiles
like a bottle top--
clink, clunk.
I scoop them into a plastic
cup of lemonade
(the sugary kind we spilled on the sand
when the sun was pink and the ocean green
and the sky overhead was an empty canvas),
and drink them in toast
(more lemon than ade)
to the death of warm charms,
the birth of winter chill.
We Ravensthe embarrassed skyWe Ravens8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stops
and starts
uncertain
gas lamps whisper
their flickered light
into hollow streets
and we
you and I
we walk South for the winter
scoffing at the glinting
frost that dusts new sneakers
I am sleeping
in my skin
I am sleeping
in my skin
we're taking slowly steps
sad shivers slipping
I am sleeping
in my skin
until sky lights
sky scrapers
lend our streets their purple hue
until we
as ravens
learn to play songs
in the season of fog and storm
Sta.sh
