Couch BeachIf I released you then you'd see
Who it is that you could be
That you're worth more than what I've lead you to believe
That on your own side, the grass is a vibrant green
What was it you thought
Would untie this doubled knot?
It's only fair that you receive,
All the pain that you have brought.
I've watched you cough it up,
Those make-believe shapes of trust
The ones I fed you in your sleep
And turned your gold into rust
I know that you are secretively intelligent. I know you can work, I've seen you do it. You do understand that at the rate we've been going I could not fathom losing you, because you are in my heart. We might be out and about, all over the place, but I know that later you will be the one I'm going home with. (As if there is an option. As if we have some sort of control over fate.) I care about you but I also have certain gaurds about you, and those gaurds can determine quite a bit. That girl you mentioned,
Mused BeginningsIn the beginning,Mused Beginnings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wandered alone,
I was lost in paper scattered fogs,
With barely a thought to stain this meagre world.
Then I found you,
A muse so sad,
You are serenity and bitter-sweet reality,
And a hold to cling to when the chips are down and I am lost,
Fighting the winds,
of clinging emotions,
dragged into a raging battle, never to be won,
Only to be survived.
Only to be survived, because of you.
A Mushroom's SongThe little shabby mushroom is awake from her long cold sleep.A Mushroom's Song7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A warm touch of sunshine gently caresses her pale cheeks.
She opens her eyes, yawns several times and shivers.
She's been buried under the dry leaves and snow in the winter.
The forest where she stays has flourished once more,
with all the lemon green grass and pastel color flowers.
Some animals start showing their faces and stretching their backs.
Some are old inhabitants, some are new friends to make.
The little mushroom take a deep breath with glee...
The wet cool air enters her small fragile body.
Some teardrops from the happy old pine tree
fall on her flat head softly...
She begins chanting some magic songs in zest...
The song she's written with her heart bit by bit
It's about the feelings she has for the forest
It's the expression of how much she loves it.
Her eyes wonder far-far and yonder
and grasp the dancing blue carpet around her.
The tiny flowers cover the ground and reply to her sing,
"Forget me not... forget me
LovelessLet us love lessLoveless8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When we can't love for more
Let us care less
When we can't care for more
Too much love means
too much pain
Too much care brings
too much meddling
Love or hate
Kiss or mad
The ball of fate
has decided what we get
Care it less
Love it less
Midnite MayhemHave you ever felt so lonelyMidnite Mayhem7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
being surrounded by many?
People keep talking
like voices from some bees buzzing.
Have you ever felt so fake
laughing over things that make your heart ache?
The silhouettes keep walking around you
like some ghosts you are not sure who.
The spiral of madness leads you to no end of it.
Everything seems getting less bit by bit.
Not much of what you say means as much as before.
The words just decorate my mind like waves to the shore.
Hate me for I've never really stopped liking you.
For living like this, for making you get screwed.
For thinking about lies over and over again,
adding more and more layers of pain.
Shred my heart since it has stopped beating.
Burn it to ashes since it has died longing.
The touch of those hundreds hands keeps playing in my head
drunk me into the vicious melody of the living dead.
Drop by drop.... the poison dips my illusion
of you who has long gone in the memory dungeon.
The never returned king leaves the shining crown dimmed
Subdued CryThe blooming curvy lines on people's smiling lipsSubdued Cry7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
make my small mind wonder of how happy they can be,
or what things that make their faces look so sunny.
Have they.... ever had, any sadness sips
in their same red hearts so deep...?
Sometimes I wish I could look bright and happy
always, without trying so hard and feeling so empty.
When I see a cheer-up crowd laughing loud
I can never fail to watch them, getting lonely,
remember the love that seems never come to me.
Are they for real? or are they trying to shroud
their ugly pasts in a hillarious sough...?
Sometimes I wish I could say something so nicely
always, not just to make you still love me.
I smell roasted bread from a family window
thinking, what a lovely mom they must have,
what some heavenly things that make me crave.
Could it be...that my existence is so low
that I shall not protest, I just have to swallow?
Sometimes I wish I could offer more kindness
always, not because to show I ain't so heartless.
This long winding road lead