We Are Prostitutes And JunkiesThe ribbon binding our cervical ribs together
is resolved fire and
quantum mechanics wrapped in beat-one-egg-until-fluffy.
Cut your teeth on my frightened way of life,
point fingers at the spiders in my closet,
I told you
together we could divide the universe by zero
and find the answer in the rubble.
But I was too delirious
to write down the name on my night-stand,
so I might have been wrong.
Forewarning was rolled off my shoulders
and picked up by the orphans
who wanted to have a life,
and yesterday I found
why I must listen.
are no more entrancing than my sighs, you said.
The sway of her fiending lusts
held no ground, you said.
But I told you poets never find
Strangers tell me I should eat more,
the world is not nearly as revolting as I write it;
I told you the sun would swallow us up one day
and you asked
what became of my opium laced assumptions.
Nothing VictoriousI saw a new universe begin with a dream,Nothing Victorious5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was no one else around to notice the difference;
The others, having followed pied pipers for years,
remained motionless, as they had been processed
and were now all plastic icons of Jesus, resting on pallets,
ready to be shipped to China.
They screamed, uttered "Mama," and sometimes
shouted obscenities at the Holy Father,
while in the distance, the occasional bleats of
black sheep told me to stop counting my
blessings and begin noticing the near future.
I looked and saw a white horse, and sitting on
its back was Nothing.
And Nothing told me about his plan:
Nothing will bring order, Nothing will erase our history,
Nothing will make us forget all we've done, and learned.
I climbed on the white horse, and I rode away
with Nothing, heading toward the sunset, where I,
along with Hatred, Bigotry, Greed, Pride, and so on,
perished with the final setting of the sun,
following to the east, the dawn of humanity.
Becoming InhumanI want to scream in colours.Becoming Inhuman5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My words would be painted in blood;
your blood to be exact.
Every vulgar, unfaithful ounce of it,
But you'd bleed for anyone.
You'd die for anyone
You knew this was sacred.
Bodies maimed and desecrated
But when I cut into the skin,
It was no suprise to find
Wires had replaced your veins.
The Society and The IndividualI was born independent and the biggest mistake I ever made was falling into the arms of society. Free will has become an option, and that is where we have all lost ourselves. You can either choose to live, or avoid the things you will never know by experiencing things at your own discretion.The Society and The Individual5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We are the creator of our own lives.
cup of coffee Your coat is draining in water and your curly thick black locks are powdered with yet undissolved snowflakes. That coat, that hideous coat. I'd told you before how much I hated it.cup of coffee5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For some hidden reason she looks lovely on you today. She dresses your body like an armor of some kind of bohemian knight. Just like I used to when I would spoon you in your sleep, keeping you warm and safe from the vicious dark until the dawn would break.
She must be your new mistress, desperately trying to hide your murderer body from the stains of blood on your shirt when you staggered my soul with those six little words:"I don't love you any more".
Your dumb look kind of upsets me. It's just like you have thought I would cling to your neck and angrily kiss you for a last time, begging in my guts that I will sip your soul out of that hollow cage of yours you call bo
Death.It took some timeDeath.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To convince myself
That you don't exist.
The sadness that secretly consumed you.
Everything that made you,
The fear in your eyes,
The cuts on your body,
Hands clenched, gasping for air while
The drugs soared through your veins;
All of that was real?
The smile that could span miles,
The glazed eyes that told so many stories,
The creative mind that once captivated the world
And all that's left are the memories
That torture, consume and, on occasion,
Bring joy to my mind.
It's all surreal,
But I'm beginning to believe it's true.
You're forever in my memory;
But I've come to accept the fact
That you don't exist.
Masquerading in DreamlandTake me to a place of ethereal dreamsMasquerading in Dreamland5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the mystic court of fairy kings and queens
Lead me far down the rabbit hole
Come away and bring my soul
To the mischievous magical masquerade balls
With seemingly endless candlelit halls
To palaces filled with twilight dancers Terpsichorean ladies and
Rhythmic body's wearing hypnotizing colours
Mesmerise me and forget about all others
Let feet move to the music, let it draw me in
Let the endless stars caress gentle skin
Anonymous behind masks of luminous feathers
Unbinding myself of all earthly tethers
I see eyes smouldering from across the room
The hint of a smile enough to make me swoon
Cross the room you make your way
You draw near and I lose any words I was about to say
You've caught my eyes in a trance
As your hypnotic hips and rhythmic legs begin a dance
A coy smile and flirtatious wink
With eyes so green and lips so pink
You grab my hand our fingers entwine
As we make our way to the dance floor heels clicking in time
The Former And The LatterI want to have a child, who asks me what war was.The Former And The Latter5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
How to Forget.I think the high is setting inHow to Forget.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Because the lights aren't any dimmer
But I can't see you.
My eardrums are still in tact
But I can't hear you.
And I'm in no state to judge my mentality,
But I can at least hope that I'm not going insane.
The dumbing down of loveface stained, just as well as the heartThe dumbing down of love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
things have been turning out all wrong
leaving the lover alone without love
under the knife
"remove my heart! i don't want it without him!"
ardor, slipped away at the seams
all when you thought that your love
was the center of all that ever meant anything
choking on the instant escape
that he left you
you are lost.
your limbs, jello, giving way
to the weight that's heavy in your heart
collapsing your vocal cords so you
no longer have to speak what
It's all over us.In the end it's nothing, just another flaw to judge you by when you die. It's like the devil is taking tallies of the things you felt and did and is plotting them against you in your final resting hour.It's all over us.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some enjoy living in the shadows.. under that ever pouring gray sky. Deeper and deeper into the chaos and darkness.. until we get so caught up in hurting, that all that's left of us is cold flesh and empty eyes.
Friend. I've see this look before, so clearly in the mirror. I can't say I didn't enjoy the pain. But oh those moments when gray was my favorite color.. I couldn't help but to add some red for dramatics.
Maybe it's the artist in me, couldn't stop the perfect angle, couldn't stop the madness inside from boiling over. Still plotting against the raging twisted emotions inside.
Say friend, is this the final hour? When I can't stop to see you trying to smile.. when I can't stop to try and smile back? What time is this that disillusions and mist implore and raging winds cast us ashore
100ThemesChallenge - DarkDoesn't everything seem more real in black and white photos? That's because the world's losing it's colour.100ThemesChallenge - Dark5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
a little bita little bit of red in your cheeksa little bit5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you'll never know how much you mean to me
a little bit of blonde in your hair
you'll never know how much i'd like to be there
a little bit of a skip in your walk
you'll never know how my heart flutters when you talk
a little bit of warmth in your voice
you'll never understand how loving you was less than a choice
a little bit of sun on our skin
you'll never know how i could never love again
a little bit of a smile when we kiss
you'll never remember how much we felt bliss
a little bit of affection in your eyes
you'll never know what its like to see you kiss other guys
a little bit of the night in your arms
you'll never understand that without you my world would be more than harmed
a little bit of the night on my own
you'll never know what i feel like alone
a little bit of stars in the sky
you'll never know that i'll miss you, until i die
i n f i n i t eThe last thing that I thought about before the car hit me on that rainy day where Clara's eyes, those eyes that could take me to any other place than I was right now. They could take me to the bluest ocean, where the millions of bubbles tickled my skin and moved through my hair as they made their way to the surface. They could take me high above the treetops, where time would almost seem to stop as every single square inch of my body tried to absorb the beauty around me. They could take me through the Milky Way, watching the stars shoot by and lighting up my eyes as they took my breath away. Yes, it was Clara's eyes that could take me a million places, and it was Clara's eyes that I thought about in the last moments of my life. It was with Clara's eyes that I grew my wings and learned to fly. Will I ever regret that it was her who occupied the last few seconds of my short lived life? No, I never will. And one day when she joins me I'll be able to tell her how it was only her eyes thati n f i n i t e5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
MathMathematicianMath5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Was at a loss, trying to
Divide love by three.
The Dirty Little SaviourYou're wrong, my love; it's when I'm completely sober that I'd like to blow my brains out to make it stop. Delusion is little price to pay for life.The Dirty Little Saviour5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
And Tonight My Prayer Was XIIIAnd tonight my prayer was:And Tonight My Prayer Was XIII5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You once asked me: "Why do you look to the ground when you walk?"
"So I can see where I am treading." I said. "Why do you look to the sky?" I, equally bemused.
With a smile you reply "So I can see where I'm going."
little piece of your heartshiver and shakelittle piece of your heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
quiver and quake
sometimes i wonder when i will ever wake
eyes wide open to the naked blue abyss
in which i desired to drown all the tears and fears
i have gathered among the years i have spent
trying to remember why i continued breathing
in and out the toxins of unrequited emotions
you can place a little piece of your heart into everyone's pockets
but that sliver of sentiment never means anything... at least from you anyways
peel back your forgotten flesh to reveal the memories you buried in your stolen mind
hopelessly ready for a perpetual state of dreams where He loves you
and you don't even know whom He is yet
fever for the fake
no antidote for the ache
100ThemesChallenge - LoveDespite what people may think, not all guys wants a stick thin barbie doll with a fake smile and dull eyes. I like girls who curve. Girls who when you put your arms around her, feel like they fit perfectly against your chest, not like you're hugging a stick. Homely girls. The ones that wear soft cotton shirts and sweaters, and have a warm smile and eyes you can get lost in. The ones that walk around with a smudge of flour or toothpaste or paint on their shirt all day because they haven't noticed or just don't care. The ones whose apple-vanilla smell you could recognise from across the room, but still never becomes mundane. The ones who, when you curl up with her, no matter where you may be, it feels like Home.100ThemesChallenge - Love5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The Girl At Last CallYou know that girl, the one at last call.The Girl At Last Call4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crying in her first drink, cause he bought them all.
She feels rejected, beaten and lost,
But within her is something for you to find.
You know that girl, the one in the hall.
Heart in her locker, his card on her wall.
She's acting for them, for you and for me.
Even she doesn't know what's in her to see.
You know that girl, that beautiful doll.
Really she's broken, but still smiles for all.
She knows it's over, he's gone and moved on.
But she hopes every day, still meets every dawn.
Each day she wakes up and begins to crawl.
Each night she's back and again starts to bawl.
Remember that moment, I know it feels new.
That day you told her that you were through.
You know that girl, the one you should call.
She still misses you, your card's on her wall.
You bought her a drink, each night bought them all.
You were her fix and she was your doll.
You know that girl, the one you watched fall.
You played her, you know it. Do you care at all?
If not then
Sinner and WhoreI'm a sinnerSinner and Whore5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a whore
Place the A upon my chest
I wanted more
As his lips touched my breast
Behind locked doors
Carnal bliss traded
For soul's unrest
To think our love will see the light
Is a dream
Is a lie
Screams of joy
Screams of pain
My world shatters when he departs
Reality coldly sets in
And in this dark
I feel the breaking of my heart
To think our love will see the light
Is a dream
Is a lie
Does he know my heart?
Would he even care?
Does he feel the same?
Would he ever tell?
Should I speak?
I wouldn't dare!
Will we silently suffer until Hell?
When Satan gives us burdens to bear
Then can our love excel?
To think our love will see the light
Is a dream
Is a lie
How I love you so
I'd kiss the Gates of Hell
Just to be with you
If you feel the same
Let me know
Let us be one
Forever I'll stay true
All to you
You have the power to make it true
All by saying
"I love you"
You Can't Spell Love, Without WarA constant battle wages onYou Can't Spell Love, Without War5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside my mind & heart;
a mystic creature plays a song
to the tunes of a harp
My heart easily gets charmed
it reacts without thinking
'cause of that it always gets harmed
by guys that are assholes
Why oh why don't I listen?
my mind's screaming at me
but I just can't listen>.
Writing is....Writing is....Writing is....5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Writing is art that flows on to the empty canvas of paper. It colors the empty soul of blue lines that horizontally straighten the white.
Writing is music that screams into your ears on an exciting cliffhanger, it might whisper when all is still in the fantasy, or it gently sooths your happiness, when everything works out.
Writing is photography that shows you pictures and scenes of calm or frightening things. In your mind, you think if it will all end soon, or if it will continue on in your imagination.
Poetry For WomenPoetry is for womenPoetry For Women4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Or at least that's what I've been told
By many men.
Poetry is for girls
Or at least that's how it's sold
To us, when we are children.
Poetry is soft
And often elegant
In a word it is not -
Fine for a time as nursery rhymes -
Read in cribs to teething screaming things;
Who innocence makes androgynous.
Poetry is not read -
In red red racecar beds.
Instead we're taught to think
That poetry is pink.
Poetry is pretty proper and fancy;
It will almost surely be thought of
As a lady.
Poetry is what may be
The poetry I have written
For and about women -
Will be read by men who understand it.
I will still write poetry
Painting FeelingsMy tears run down like razor bladesPainting Feelings5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
carving numbers to my cheeks,
many tears along the week
have now turned to scars,
numbers getting higher
emotions turning sour
they represent the days
that I pass without you
See the sadness you drew,
on my foreign face?
Feel my shame
embrace my pain
Isolated in this desert
with the absence of time
damages my fragile mind
for I feel like sand
slowly slipping into air
Could you pretend to care?
at least I'd believe that
look what you've done
...com'on, say you've won...
Lost in the abyss of your heart
I've been condemned to sadness,
never thought it'd end like this
...I feel so cold
loneliness eats my insides
leaving no place to hide
I wish this didn't happen
can't you erase my memory..?
wipe away all melancholy...