A Poem Unwritten -Revised 2010"a poem unwritten" -alternate versionA Poem Unwritten -Revised 20105 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
it's about a boy no longer
and a town that fell asleep
the boy broke the cycle
and ended the piercing silence
he fought with his life
so the people may live longer
but the father was left alone
and now he has a body to bury
this never should have happened
but this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
that day in class
the boy didn't pay attention
as wrote a poem unwritten
when the boy raised his head
looking for an audience
he found a violent silence
when he raised his hand
to show and tell his poem unwritten
no one listened, no one looked, no one cared
so once more, the boy hid his face
at lunch that day
he cowered mechanically
as sneers and jeers rained
when he raised his head
to find a friend
he found no such thing
when he raised his hand
to share his pain
no one listened, no one looked, no one cared
so once more, the boy hid his face
that night in bed
he fell asleep
RolesMemories of the past.Roles5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Places and patterns.
Tasks and actions
with their own special
give and take.
over late evening meals,
and a good joke between fine friends.
And then, a shift...
Nothing plays the same,
we are the same people...
...but in different roles,
...watching different faces,
...in a different world.
Long. Distance. Romance.The distance may be great.Long. Distance. Romance.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And all we have is the phone.
We may stay up extremely late,
But we know our fate is full known.
Because I love you and you love me.
I know we'll be together again soon.
Being with you is all I think about, baby.
And fate still rings that beautiful tune.
I get butterflies in my stomach,
Just at the mere thought of you.
You know, you left me awestruck?
But texting or talking will have to make-do.
And I'll also keep dreaming of us,
Until we can see each other again.
I'll always love you forever, I promise.
Distance may be great, but it can't win.
To Capture the OceanI love forest floors but you need rugged shoresTo Capture the Ocean6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wait - I'll stay on a sailboat and bottle the ocean
No longer shall you long - for shingles on the sand
In hand you will grasp them - in tiny attention
And care - the high tides cannot understand
Your mind like I do - so look out from land.
To wait for the creak of the dying ship,
Bowed below the force of words,
Cracking from the sonorous script-
With which I writ and which I worked
To Neptune's dark and stop-start heart
That swells with the lower weighty winds
And sinks with lunar pass.
The source of all this trouble?
A vessel in the hull
With several sheafs of paper in
A Poet's useless seal
A thousand words for liquid,
To quell your coastal lust
Still sinister the skeleton ships
That split on rocks to rust.
I'll fall down from the rotted deck,
Stumbling in the foam,
Here it is, (the captured sea)-
Now will you come home?
GoodbyeI've got an empty bottle for every day you didn't seem to careGoodbye9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I've got 2 more for every day you were wishing I was there
What good is a message in a bottle that doesn't seem to float
Will I still be waiting for you when someday calls tomorrow home?
The storm lies in an empty sky and the sun lies in eclipse
And silently the world watches the calm apocalypse
Now I'm standing in the cold rain as it washes you away
Hoping I'm immortal because forever ends today
I know the worst is yet to come, and I know I'll have to fight
I know sometimes it's just time to say a long goodbye
But it's high time I found another way, it's high time I found somebody new
Cause you weren't worth the good times, and the bad times weren't worth you
When someday calls tomorrow home will you still be crying alone?
Will you scream for me or will you even know I'm gone?
Not that it matters now cause nothing can make me stay
I refuse to tie myself to lost love's corpse as it decays to pain
I hate the love you gav
StrengthI have since undergone a repairing of my damageStrength3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My life has direction, albeit little.
I know what I am, and where I belong.
I enjoy being awake now.
But dreaming is still nice.
I don't know what I need to do.
But I know that I'm going to try.
I don't have to fold.
I have something to stop me.
Keep me intact, as it were.
A skeleton is in place.
Frame holding me through all.
I can't claim to understand why.
But that doesn't mean I disapprove.
I am still weak.
My body shakes as I lie in bed.
Annoyances that I can never name.
No single part of my body, the whole cries out.
There's no end in sight for it.
But, now that I consider it.
I like it more that way.
My dreams seem to be fading.
They're not as violent as they were.
Nor are they idyllic.
Some would think that bad.
But now, when I consider it myself.
I have to think it's better.
Now, my mind doesn't need an escape.
My body still goes limp on occasion.
When I'm forced to be alone.
But now, it goes limp with purpose.
As I desire somethi
Your Promiscuous WaysWhen you suddenly took my hand and told me that you love me,Your Promiscuous Ways5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've never been more touched by the need in your voice and the love in your eyes.
And when you look at me in that promiscuous way,
I can think of nothing else but being gazed upon by you every day.
You don't do this often most of the days,
But when you do,
My heart burns of an unmistakable need in return,
And I can feel this love in your ever simple words.
It's the kind of love I've always wanted,
The kind of voice that makes everything just fine.
It's one of the most beautiful feelings I've ever had,
And something I don't ever want to forget.
TempestA tempest before the thunder's calm, I carve others' path, finding they are not able.Tempest3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A flame must burn bright, lest it never burn again. Ever should I falter, death entails.
My name is Standardbearer - governance, my solitary domain, begets fable.
Strength unerring, unlike others prior, gives me drive. Revolution will never fail.
Those ahead of me, lacking in drive, fell when confronted. I shall make no such mistake.
Their weakness, my strength of will; conviction through all things. Never shall another suffer.
I can't breathI don't want your arms around me,I can't breath6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I don't want to hear your sweet words,
I don't want to hug you, anymore.
I want to see the world without you,
I want to be on my own for now,
I want to smile, and have my live back.
If I only could say "I love you"
everything would be OK
But not OK to me, no, not OK to me.
'Cause I have feelings, I have a desire.
I want to give and take and not only give.
I want to tell you the truth without you.
But everytime I want to tell you,
my hearts starts skipping beats,
and I don't know why.
I don't love you, I'm sure,
But somehow you found my heart,
and it won't stop.
Stay away from me,
you hurt me so deep,
so deep inside
I can't breath.
These Tears - LyricsA song by Nick PThese Tears - Lyrics6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In a perfect world, thered be no mist
You would remain, these words would not exist
Youd carry on like you always did
But as weve learned, nothing ever stays the same
Perhaps I should have foreseen it
Opened yourself, just to be torn apart
No matter for what they bleed it
Protect yourself or theyll reach in your heart
I could have done something
But would the end result be the same?
Maybe its just exaggeration
Indeed truly, theres no one sole thing to blame
So many questions, no answers
Falling again, all too much to take
You took the best course you could
But all the way, keeping your burning flame
And now we see, destiny
Looking ahead, with nobody else to blame
Whats done is now done
We now may move on to
To see what lies ahead within the
Reach for the key
Unlock to the door that seemed broken all these years
All of these fears
Our Seismic ActivitiesOnce upon a time, every fingerbredth of my skin was covered in the swirls and ridges of your ardent love.Our Seismic Activities5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't help that I crave the sensation of your greedy sepia fingers between my anxious ivory ones, just like the feeling of your chunky cobweb chatter between my eager ears. Those intricate gossamer vows descend as frosty flakes onto burnt cheeks, but lies are lies no matter who tells them. I am but a gullible ghost, a figment of your adoration. You should have pulled your acid tongue out before it pillaged my insides.
Mornings taste like caramel, but only when they're ripe. They manifest themselves as sunbeams to dent your sinewy skull. The army of adhesions that are in a state of perpetual war with your forehead make you more stubborn even than Napoleon, and more reckless even than me. In the season of reasonable doubt you cured my fear of the dark. The blackest place I've ever been is the back of your mind.
Behind your sugar-glazed eyes there's a map of paradise as you see it.
Wspominka 01.Najpierw notka odautorska plis.Wspominka 01.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pojawiłeś się znikąd z tym swoim pogodnym uśmiechem na twarzy. Radośnie się przedstawiłeś, niczym zdobywca Oskara czy innej nagrody. Tym swoim idiotycznym optymizmem od razu zniechęciłeś mnie, jednak klasa momentalnie Cie pokochała. Dla nich byłeś pieprzonym ideałem, wymarzonym kumplem. Całkowitym przeciwieństwem mnie. Zemdliło mnie na widok dziewcząt mizdrzących się do Ciebie. Już nawet Miss World mają naturalniejszy uśmiech niż one. Ty także nie wyglądałeś na zadowolonego z ich reakcji. Bez słowa je minąłeś, następnie zignorowałeś też najpopularniejszych chłopców w naszej klasie. Nawet nie wiesz jak im podpadłeś siadając ze zwykłym wyrzutkiem, jedyną osobistością na której nie zrobi
Footprints in the Turf.As you march across Life's glorious field,Footprints in the Turf.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your footprints remain in the turf.
And beside yours will be the Band's
To help you when you're tired and hurt.
We will never turn away, my friend,
We will never leave you alone.
So when the marching's tough, don't be surprised
That none of these footprints are your own.
At first you may not understand,
Why can you only see ours, you may say?
Dear, this is where the Band picked you up,
And carried you along the way.
Band Geek?You know you're a band geek when . . .Band Geek?4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1) If someone calls you a band geek, you take it as a compliment
2) The only class you look forward to during school is band
3) You met most of your friends during band class
4) You know how to play an alto, or a clarinet . . . while you're a flute player
5) You have the cell number of your band teacher
6) The songs you have stuck in your head during the day are from band
7) This one time in band camp . . .
8) Older players are awesome, underclassmen suck
9) You've tried your friends' instruments too many times to count
10) You know what instrument someone plays according to their case and/or mouthpiece
11) Reeds taste good
12) You feel like playing the 2nd or 3rd part because you can never hear them and you need your band to be balanced
13) Not getting to a section you wanted to play in a song can bring you to tears
14) You know every other instrument's part by heart, and think you could probably play it better than those who actually
DriftwoodDriftwood4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
Before I Even Met YouHe built me a house out of willow bones. I didn't know how to thank him, so instead of smiling I said "We speak with different hopes," I pretended like his laugh could make me smile, make me forget the ridges in his palms were like severed river beds.Before I Even Met You4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of course we do."
"You're never serious."
"Only about you."
"You joke too much"
His embrace was erratically cold. Irony didn't begin to describe it. I guess you loose warmth with age. Or maybe it's with lies. I may never know.
Winter curled up inside his eyes as we stood with our toes pressing against the first steps of the run-down church.
"We don't have to go inside."
"I could describe it to you."
"Grand tour, remember?"
A hollow wind began grappling at his lips while we climbed the short flight of stairs. He spoke but I couldn't make out the words, I was feeling dreadful for even thinking of returning here, again.
"Stop feeling bad. I like coming back here."
Get a GripYou can almost feel the skin on the back of your neck that surrounds the strap start to turn red. The pain in your shoulders turns into a numbness that is more annoying than painful, especially with your right sleeve unfolding itself and rolling down your arm.Get a Grip5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A drop of sweat is making its way down your back, and you nearly have to bite through your tongue to stop yourself from moving as the sweat tickles you. You can feel the hot metal digging itself into your fingers and you loosen your grip on the rusty instrument.
You want to close your eyes, but many practices have taught you that closing your eyes only causes you to lose your balance, which is something that is not on your to-do list at the moment. You can feel yourself wavering and struggling to stay still, so you tighten your grip back up on the instrument, determined to stay focused.
The sound of rubber-sole on black asphalt fills your ears, but you still do not move, and instead strain your ea
Hollow MetalSo cold is the ringHollow Metal5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And empty is it's gold
Edging a lifeless silver
So bare like a mould
The sound is repeating
Inside the smallest hole
It's air in containment
Looking up with the soul
The crack echoes through
When bars fall from the bricks
But the metal is hollow
The fool is no ignorant
So fast of the swipe
From the weaker child hands
Strong are the words
Not backed by a man
The mind is powerful
Pounded and fed
All the lies it hears
No concrete fills the head
A creep has to find a way
To keep his fists sustained
To pull out the plug
The metal is hollow again
we are broken clockswe're living with skinned knee caps and bruised hearts and broken clocks. maybe i'm dizzy and i don't know how to stop spinning. we are broken capillaries and dog eared paperbacks; i'm just a calendar that hasn't been flipped yet. maybe i'm just another page in your pointless magazine and maybe i'm just delusional today because i actually believed i was someone.we are broken clocks6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm the worn out pages of a used novel and the plaster that used to cover your broken organs. i'm another face that you don't dare to look at and i'm the blood that drips from my burned knees and the clock that seems to be moving backwards.
and you're just a black and blue and purple bruise on my useless heart. but maybe i'll get by, because we never really cared anyway.
i know.i don't think i ever want to be without you.i know.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i don't mean that in an awkward way. okay well, maybe i do. maybe i don't, i don't..
i don't know. there honestly isn't a lot about this world that i know, because i'm young. and i think that when i am older i won't really know a lot either. but i do know that no one will ever be able to apologize about how they feel about someone. and i mean, i wish i could because when i feel this way i stammer, just like i am now and i find it difficult to say words and make them come out of my mouth.
like this. you see, i don't know what i'm saying.
maybe i'll start again. okay, yeah. that's always good.
hi. i like you.
well, i like more than you, really. i like the way you smile. the way you act like a sixteen year old boy when really you're so much older. the way you act like we're best friends, when i honest to god wish we could be but i'm here and you're there and things are difficult and i wish they weren't and i hope you wish they weren