Paint my pain with bloodAs i look through these glass eyes
I see nothing
I'm blinded by my own...
This burning in my eyes
I can't stop it
I want to throw it all up
but I'm so afraid
of what will happen when it's gone and I'm empty
the acid will eat out my eyes
and make me bleed out of
The black of my hair is seeping
into my skin too
mixing with the
turning me an ugly, ugly color
I want to stop it,
but everything i say
feels so repetitive
useless and unnecessary
CigarettesInhaleCigarettes5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The lovely smoke
the calming smoke
the toxic smoke
Is your body truly a temple?
Why preserve It, why keep it pure
When its doomed to rot away
Slowly, knowingly, dying with each drag
Its really a blessing
Being able to control at least one aspect of
“Please don't start”
“It's so bad”
“It will kill you”
Too late, I already know
And do not care
You should really try it
Its quite refreshing
Your so called GodYou say your God is a forgiving oneYour so called God5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You say he's loving, righteous and just
You say he will bring you happiness and good fortune if you honor him
You say you won't need anything else once you've found him and had his greatness shined upon you
If this said God is real, how can you call him these things?
All I can see is how cruel he is, if he is at all.
Everyday people die from disease, starvation, murder and suicide
How is innocent people suffering from these terrible things loving or just?
God is a monster, if anything.
He throws precious life away carelessly
I think he hasn't an idea of who he is, let alone what he could be.
I think his making life was a complete accident and mistake.
He and his brother don't know what they're doing
They just figure these things out as they go alone, playing with people like toys.
They are childish and ignorant.
How can you so blindly worship him for all the good things in life,
when the bad things so overly outweigh them?
It blows my mind,
Thoughts of youIts funny... I thought I was over you.Thoughts of you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were gone so long. I hadn't forgotten but it didn't hurt to think about us anymore. Then one day you suddenly popped up, I was happy of course – overjoyed even. Everything was finally back to normal. All of our conversations were just playful fun, they gave me that sweet sense of nostalgia for the old days, when we had first met. When things started to change, our relationship warping centimeter by centimeter into something else, something deeper. I started to fill with joy at just the thought of speaking with you again, but I also started to fill with dread at the thought of you leaving... It was love again, or at least for me it was. It must be wishful thinking on my part that you'd love me again, completely.
I knew it would come though, the day you'd leave once again. You'd be absent more and more. Our talks which were once teeming with life, emotion and giddiness had died down to nothing. We exchanged almost formal “Hello's
Nekri ThalassaNekri Thalassa1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Της πρόσφερα νερό,
μα ήταν θάλασσα
Της πρόσφερα έρωτα,
μα ήταν νεκρή
Της πρόσφερα λόγια,
και με μίσησε.
Paper wings on stringsAt every twist andPaper wings on strings5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
turn, I tear at
the pull of your
pallid flesh move, sway,
oh, she's so lovely, lovely.)
I swear, I'm made
(she's a marvelous,
puckered sight to see.)
Even though I feel
my insides splitting,
pinching and my
I'm going to, I'm going to...
(her skin flakes like
(my paper angel is now
detached from me.)
I will eat my inspirationAnd I knowI will eat my inspiration5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I want to forever
paint you inside me
Rest in my lungs
through my larynx
I need the little crevices
to be filled up with
the oxygen of your words
T H E S E S P A C E S I N S I D E
F E E L S O E M P T Y
colorless and insignificant
CuttingSlicing away trust,Cutting8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding out betrayal.
Lying with a smile,
making truth go stale.
Playing a deadly game,
fighting with blood and fire.
Answering to all the pain,
bowing to desire.
Clinging to the hate,
living in the fear.
Pushing far away,
everything I hold dear.
A smile on my face,
but screaming in my head.
Hoping its not to late,
praying my souls not dead.
Trying to escape,
to find a place to hide.
Or should I face myself,
its so hard to decide.
Nowhere left to run,
no one to face but me.
To decide what I want to do,
and who I want to be.
Am I Lonely?All the bodies, all the handsAm I Lonely?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They try to grab what they can
Touch as much as their sticky fingers can reach
They always seem to miss my heart
You don’t notice,
When I start to wane from the high
When I really need someone
At least thats what I tell myself
If you knew and didn’t care, I don’t know if I could take that
My head slumps against your neck
My face is pink, skin sticky with sweat
And hot just like the crook of your neck
Our clothes are like a second skin
I huff against you, trying to catch my breath
You shiver as goosebumps race across your skin
I feel as though my skins burning
But my chest hurts
I want you to touch me
My hand drifts to your chest
And i cuddle as close to you as i can
You cover my hand, squeeze my fingers
Its strange when you don’t let go
Almost foreign feeling, your hands
“Did you want to leave?” I ask
You shake your head and let go of my hand
I shut my eyes so as to not see your empty ones.
And I need more than simpleBreath is caught in my throat until IAnd I need more than simple5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on my own words.
I could write about your
blue sunflower-stained eyes
that look inside me; ache tremors
from my fingers to my gut
to my shaking knees.
Maybe I could puff out
soft hushes about the way you
purse your lips against
my shoulder blade and
send charges down my spine,
but I can only exhale
Without YouMaybe I can live without youWithout You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not sure anymore
It seems as though all my senses,
Feelings, are numb, gone
Yes I go on living through every day
But nothing feels real, right
Once in a while, people ask me if I'm okay
I make excuses, agree, just to get them to leave me alone
Really I'm not okay
Maybe ill never be
But it doesn't matter
Because I'm without you
DamagedWhats it like to be pureDamaged5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be blissfully ignorant
To not know the ugly dangers of this world
How I long for my stolen innocence
I am broken, filthy and hopeless
I pray to the darkness to steal my breath away for good
like these countless men do every day
I pray to be given just one chance
at a happy white nothing
please please please
Eat me up
Wipe away my mind
I don't want to think anymore
It hurts me so
I want to be free
To get away from it
No such luck for the forsaken
EnlightenmentYour wordsEnlightenment5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mean absolutely nothing
Today, as you tell your friend about something you discovered, while eating your tasteless cornflakes and drink you lukewarm bitter coffee, does it cross your mind that what you're saying is actually important? Will this friend really care?
They might nod their head in agreement, they might say a few words of approval. But in the end that doesn't matter either.
Because you are just one person, drowning in the ocean of what we call life.
Out of billions of people, what does your mere opinion matter? What does anyone's for that matter?
That's exactly it. They don't.
In all this fake happiness forming false perfection, what do we gain?
Having the best job.
Getting a large check every month.
Buying the most expensive car available.
Eating the best-tasting, healthiest food.
What does all that matter? In the end we still aren't happy, we still don't matter, we're still going to die.
Somewhere inside we must know this, so why do w
Your voice is beautifulKissing my sternum,Your voice is beautiful5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my torso becomes
like neon lights,
and my spine aligns
perfectly with the
sun that comes up
just above your
Just one more breath
above my collar bone
and maybe I'll part
my lips as they
tremble to the
fingers make against them.
Don't stop singing with me.
Perhaps you should
align yourself to
the moon with me tonight
and your eyes can match
the twinkles in the sky.
give me something poetic.like the way the grassgive me something poetic.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at dawn. scratch that,
too cliche. say,
shush, close your eyes
see the dawn
then forget. forget
is poetic. remember
your grandmother, sick
in the hospital, saying
the old should be beautiful.