a hundred heart beatshand full of hair, your skin on my teetha hundred heart beats4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
nails down my back, a hundred heart beats
we've been here before
but still you fail to breathe, my eyes meeting yours
penetrating every thought
all attempts to speak
are all for not
though there's really no need
for we both know
this moment consumes what we are
every kiss, caress,
potentially a scar
left on our body's, hearts, and minds,
so much damage done in so little time.
till we both have no choice, but to lie in embrace
hearts racing skin bleeding on the pillow case
AcidI stopped writing when I turned 20Acid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
degrees Celsius, and the acid
evaporated from my veins.
No more stormy seas or dreams that
I can feel the erythrocytes crashing
against my eyelids and fistsnow
My heartbeat is like the hollow
canals of Venice drowning in air,
drains overflowing into drains,
Like abandoned gardens hanging
between bricked up dreams, built
six stories higher than I would ever need.
ParadiseParadise8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Carefully thought out, a delicious nothing; an endless journey,
It's paradise set upon a world in motion; it's paradise swimming through a cobalt ocean.
Complete comprehension will rise within time, during this effect of natural animation,
It's paradise under the black sun; it's paradise on the brown grass.
The clouds are larger than life--the whole world is in a fog,
Although it's tempting to remain asleep under these comforting sheets of constraint.
I breathe it all into my body until I become the vapor that I was,
Countless visions will mend during a rare, yet familiar realization..
Black sand below me and above me; all I can do is swallow it whole,
Confused thoughts will soon clear, then choose to randomly assemble here.
As I eat every grain until I am a part of the earth from which I came,
Where the sun sets in my trail, never failing to rise up again and guide.
Wonderfully unexpected, a delicious mystery; an emotional feast,
It's paradise in a major movement; it's paradi
The Strong SoulThe Strong Soul1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Life is an endless battle. The more eager and sophisticated you struggle, the more you will prevail. But if you stop fighting, life will overwhelm you and push you down! It's hard to get up again, when you're lying on the ground, held down and discouraged by accumulating problems. So never stop fighting and instantly annihilate every problem that you encounter, one after the other! The further you get, fighting through that ocean of problems, the higher you score and the better your reward.
Weather ManCast iron clouds cascadeWeather Man3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Down like an air raid
The sky is grey like TV static
I raise two fingers like rabbit ears
And try to receive your signal
I can feel my fillings picking up AM radio
The weather carries an uncharacteristic sense of urgency.
The weatherman is screaming.
His voice is hoarse, his breathing shallow.
There is a storm coming.
That lysergic acid rain may fall
And rend my flesh away
Hot and humid as a fever
And the hallucination with it
It is raining sideways now,
The weatherman doesn't tell the wind
Which way it's gonna blow
Distance exaggerated by the damp air,
I am an island today.
I kiss the emptiness where you should be,
But I taste only salt water.
When I told you you made me feel
Like New Orleans in two thousand and three,
I didn't always mean in a good way
A blown away way.
I feel the saline in all my open wounds.
Sharks are strolling down Bourbon Street,
Their dorsal fins indistinguishable from the shore break.
The bodies are floating to the
reci mišta je toreci mi6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
kada nam se pogledi susretnu
i osmesi postanu
The Woman, Flame, and Lovers The room was lighted with nothing but a single candle. The flame flickered as the breath of a young woman met with its hot chemistry. It was as if the flame and the exhale danced before parting ways. Obviously the two had an attraction, but it had to come to an end else the flame would wither away. The flame stood mostly still when the breath said its last goodbye. Was it lonely and had no energy without it's love's embrace? One could only imagine so if the little love story between the two was real.The Woman, Flame, and Lovers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Noticing the flicker, the woman moved her head so the flame wouldn't have to fight the temptation of love once more. She could sympathize with the small fire that melted a never ending stream of wax. She could understand the pain of having to part with her love for the good of each other. The flame and she had lost part of their spirits from this pain, which is to be expe
Ascetic PerceptionAscetic Perception1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I met a man today...
his eyes were tired,
and he seemed lost.
How I wanted to help him,
How his eyes stared off into space,
How his affliction shouted to me...
He spoke out, and the words tore at me,
and as he spoke, so we began,
repeating his words, of the why & how.
Our eyes met, and silence became us.
my heart pounded, as he breathed heavily,
tears fell...out of anger...out of fear...
I met a man today,
his voice was low and solemn...
this man in the mirror.
gritmy sounds are sewn behind the greasy skins of old cadaversgrit4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pull at the haphazard zipper of flesh
no blood will cascade fountains
no carnal screams flee the lips
only this quiet dust sleeping under the tangle of arteries
like a solitary girl scrawling requiems under a hunchbacked dogwood
Painted in AutumnEmpty,Painted in Autumn6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this house of smashed windows,
she lies on the old, pine floor
and half-listens to the lullaby
weaved by the endless sorrow.
All her tears are hanging in the air,
just like pearls
and the silence wraps her tightly
like a veil.
painted in the blue and gold
of the late autumn afternoon.
There, she stays,
trapped in the glitter
of the spider webs and mist,
shined by the ailing sun.
but does she lives or has she ever lived,
no one knows.
Crucified by dreams,
this cracked china doll is waiting
for the tenebrous night to fall.
Dark ShoresIt is the night,Dark Shores2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the dark tides will rise
and the waves will carry me
far, far away...
on the tar painted waves,
with crimson crests,
under the pale shine
of cold skull moon...
In boat of bones,
I’ll travel alone
and hear no call
or cry from back home
on the alabaster bed
with black silk softly
covering my head…
On the silent sea,
in silent night,
following the path
of extinguished lights,
over the water,
to lands unknown
I’ll travel in dark,
to some distant shores…
Consumed in TimeBack from my travelsConsumed in Time4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
where time stood still
along with my heart
stood my soul and my will
Thought I was right
misdirected once twice
stopped playing pretending
stopped being so nice
Went back and looked
over life I had spent
in the blink of an eye
to see where it went
Mirrored the image
in my transparent mind
took a wormhole of hope
through the vortex of time
Landed in a garden
of spontaneous light
crossed over the bridge
of dreams in the night
Drove straight to your arms
soon regret filled with fear
I forgot for a moment
we hadn't met in that year
Four years to early
what harm could there be
I'll enjoy stolen moments
take in all I see
As my watch stood still
and I saw it all again
signs missed in the beginning
now shown in the end
I saw the deviantion
the moment you turned
from a loving young man
to a bridge that had burned
I tryed to show love to you
to look the other way
to close my eyes and believe
all the things that you'd say
I'd seen the end of it all
and knew it was true
Ne-svesnostНа путу до циља не осећаш ни хладноћу, ни глад. Ни трње. Идеш, газиш стакластог, празног погледа, не обазирући се на кости под ђоновима. Шиба те ветар, залива киша, али ништа неNe-svesnost2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
All I Need is Someone CalmThere is a differenceAll I Need is Someone Calm4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Between living and
Farfalla Deity...Place your thoughts in the butterfly's lap, let the dusty wings caress your overwhelmed eyes.Farfalla Deity4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Drink the fattened September in its graceful, ripe smell;
hear the pears rotting, screaming your holy name, kiss sunsets and hug the statues of deities resting on the maggoty ground.
Grind the milk into clouds and then let the hysterical masses devour the unexpected snow.
Lie next to us, twelve hundred feet under the Earth's core. Guide our misinterpreted energies. Let us take your eyes - the Butterfly would want us to have those images he blessed you with...
if i could .still wonderless.if i could find a place were burdens could fadeif i could .still wonderless.4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
you'd be a payphone away from the mess that i made
but I don't care if your beautiful lips exist out there
i'm still wonderless why you didn't begin to care
if i could know a time when i wasn't to blame
then i could run away for you every now and again
but when you kill the conversation and wrap up the knife
i'm still wonderless why you are still alive
if i could rearange every single memory that exists
you'd be a murderer and i would be at the top of your list
and we should get back to when we were in collision
but i'm still wonderless why you took that decision
if i could find a place where I could keep you safe
then you'd be just a doorknock away from that place
and i don't care if your unwilling to give it a try
i'm still wonderless why you won't try to be mine
Dear MotherTear me apart; watch me bleed.Dear Mother2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
After all, I'm only a Devil's seed.
Hated, Rage, Pain, Despair, what more could I need?
How could anyone love something so unclean?
But I still Bleed,
And I still want More than I need,
And I'm so much more than you Believe.