Once Dear FriendI think I have finally come to terms with the fact that I have lost someone who used to be very dear to me.Once Dear Friend7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was in denial for a while...I kept making excuses for her.
The first month...Well, maybe she has been really busy....
The second...maybe she lost my phone number...
Then the third...maybe something's wrong, maybe I should call around to try and find her...
So I did.
And, finally, I heard her voice over the phone.
I was so happy.
But I quickly realized something I never thought would happen, something that hurt more than anything else.
Her voice was...what was that I was hearing?
And she hung
Sealed with a KissToday, I felt the impulse again.Sealed with a Kiss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I heard the soft, enticing words
of an old "friend"
urging me back to a place I tried to forget,
calling up dusty memories
of blood, tears, and regrets.
Like an addict given the chance to score
I wanted it so bad.
I thought "Just once more-
I've done well for so long, and no one would know..."
I'll admit, I was weak.
I came very, very close.
But then I remembered a promise, sealed with a kiss
to never, ever again,
do something like this.
I thought not of me, but what you'd say instead-
It would kill you to know
the thoughts now in my head.
Something snapped, and I pushed those thoughts aw
Falling into LightI would give to youFalling into Light3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what there is left of me,
but it's such a mess-
and frankly, not too pretty.
And I don't really think
that you would like to see
what's going on
inside my mind-
I'm probably half crazy.
I am beyond repair.
Look- read my lips:
Dammit! Just stop trying!
I KNOW I can't be fixed.
Why do you ignore
all my angry words?
Please, just go away.
I don't want m-
I mean you-
to get hurt.
I can't understand-
why won't you leave?
But, you know, deep down inside,
it might be that I'm relieved.
Because, when I see you,
I think I want to smile.
And it feels...
well, rather nice.
I guess it's been quite a while.
LostLostLost5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its better to of loved and lost
Than never to of loved at all
Thats what they say
But with the way I am feeling
I say forget this stuff today
You only live once so why let things go
Is it just me or can time never move slow
Some things in life are worth fighting for
And in some cases even dieing for
This pain inside I cannot hide
Just take a look into my eyes
You will see I cannot forget those nights
Every second of laughter fading into the lights
Every look at your face and touch of your lips
The times we shared I can never forget
Sometimes in my Life I cannot seem to find the words
But please know this, I'd give my lif
LoveLoveLove5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone i am and destined to be
My hate for myself, thats all that is me
I ask for your love but get clouded lights
Sometimes i wonder if its just me, or does love just bite?
To the world I'm alone and depressed i will be
I do what i can but you see right through me
I don't know what to do to fix what is wrong
All my hopes, dreams, and love have all long gone
Please give me a sign, some kind of light
I don't know how much longer i can keep up this fight
The end of the tunnel is no where in sight
Deep down i have fallen, perhaps this is right
Fallen i am, and fallen ill be...
I wish you would come and save me...
FateNothing is ever truly set by fate. In one blink everything changes even though it should be a clear sunny day, the softest whisper into the wind can become a hurricane that destroys everything it touches.Fate6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
MuscleFlex that muscle for me -Muscle2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Show me what you're made of,
What moves you to tears.
Rebirth Each DayThe sun decided to die again today.Rebirth Each Day3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It fell from the sky, bleeding
orange and red into the clouds.
It was morbidly beautiful but left me with
tears in my eyes, remembering
the warm glow it used to give my skin.
Tiny goose bumps began to invade my skin,
and I was left with the distant memories of today.
In fact they will soon be yesterday, and remembering
that concept has left my heart bleeding.
The moon is out now, and with
shiny eyes I look up to the clouds.
Without me noticing they morphed into silver clouds,
giving a greyish glow to my cool skin.
I was frozen, mesmerized with
the orb shaped promise of tomorrow, today
BreakingIt's almost poetic, the way we break ourselves.Breaking3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We cleave apart our deeper problems,
(like a butcher with a fresh pig)
until they are chewable and soft.
These mouthfuls we attack with starved gusto,
but in the end
even from these morsels
we all flee.
We run, like broken rain from a hungry sun,
and we grab onto our little victories of running away,
our not-dealing-with way of overcoming our too sliding lives.
We tell ourselves things like
these words that are nothing, that we KNOW are nothing,
we use as goals too impossible to reach.
And we know this.
And we revel in it.
We crave it like a drug,
day sixhe remembers the way she tucked herday six3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
feet against the rungs of her chair
in the morning and the way her hair
tangled around her face like a bird's
nest and the way the sun would
pick out the ocean-colored lines
of the veins in her wrists and the
column of her neck.
he loved the way her skin was sewn
tight over her collarbones, the color
it turned when he brushed his lips
over them; loved traversing her
with his eyes closed, drawing his
hands over the dunes of her
ribcage and curling his fingers
around the shell of her
hips; loved how her elbow fit
perfectly into the hollow of his
palm, and how he thought this
The Union"Poetry is not an abstraction, it is of the bodyThe Union3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
not the fingerprint, but the fingertip."
we're two rivers that should meet
but there's a dam blocking the confluence
Love and Words &
by carriage this timeYou can saw at your hairby carriage this time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'til it falls to the floor,
or is swept out the window
by a rigid hand,
but Azrael will grip you still.
His means are not our means.
His ways defy our scrabbling,
our compilation of desperate
beliefs and confirmations.
His eyes are four thousand
while ours are a pair.
When he reaches, he grabs
that weakest of anatomies;
as his heel was his downfall,
so will cheek be yours.
Retort ever present,
quick remarks thrown,
careless as a siren.
A smirk, a shrug belies
wound tight within
you. Turn it, and light
splays against leaves,
ten points of the stuff
all green and
Betrayalplays a bitter advocateBetrayal3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
composed of hollow thumps
and ghastly gurgles
and as more fall,
to the symphony of ceaseless
clank, clank, clanking
this vault was as empty
as its cohort's promise
Best approach with caution,
when bargains are "dealt"
with the shrieks of modern guillotine
He played red fingers,
and she, the whistle blower
and this wasn't a duet suitable
for crime's fatal tango
And when a man forgets
his native tongue
but rather speaks in blood,
reason says goodbye
and bullets say h.e.l.l.o.
It's silent now,
and here emits her final words
where she played a bitter advocate,
composed of hollow thumps
and ghastly g
PhenomenonI'm enthralled by the set of stairsPhenomenon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the inevitable answer
hoping the time will come
breaking days that expand into centuries
when I can gain some perspective
towards this phenomenon called,
Flutters and CollisionsIs it easy to divide between a beatFlutters and Collisions3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a (beat) (beat) (beat)?
As flutters and collisions
are new definitions
to urban sounds and
For sounds such as voices,
can expand and rise,
like life's delicate ties
as it's a man's journey
to scale the grand staircase,
to those golden pianos
that belong to the skies
but voices speak in tones
and as fast as the
change of verses
they can plummet to
the dark depths of
a saxophone's gloom
And there is noise that glides
within ears gifted to pry,
to the endless rapture
of structured symphonies
made by primitiv
Form and ShapeI am breathless from this airForm and Shape3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is not quite the trees that make me feel
For I am still a man of stone
And only oceans move me
Yet every notion is over blown
In my chasmatic lung
So I suck through filter
What it is I need
Because I am addicted, to what?
DemandedDemanded3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
None knew what they wanted to hear,
None what they expected
Yet amidst cynically anticipated evasion
There was a feeling that this was not the usual.
Guilt-shifting, finger-pointing, back-tracking
Such tactics were commonplace, and almost accepted
For to point the finger was desired
Sense to be made
Still are they in the place of disbelief
Somewhat aghast not so much at tragedy
As the inexplicable failure of understanding.
I wonder if there is some form of quantum superposition
For men as entangled in their conceits
And heart-felt beliefs as this.
The simple answer, two men, trying their best
To clumsily make the world a bet
two moons.i loved him once.two moons.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
there were two moons during that time
and it rained diamonds
rendering them worthless.
now they cost the same as love
and i'm wondering if i should get out
while one moon still remains.
To Notice.2I wonder if they notice,To Notice.23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This smile curles far more like a snarl
And I wonder what they'd say,
To see a heart so knarled
But what I question mose,
Is really just, who cares
'Cause on the days you need 'em most,
It seems like they're not there.
"Sometimes you have to run away just to see who would come find you."
I don't know who said this. But I agree with it whole-heartedly. I wish I had the courage to try it. half of me doesn't care who would come. There's a part of me that just wants to run an dnever look back; recreate myself. Tehre's a bird with broken wings inside me. If I run fast enough, far enough, maybe my wings will heal.
The Jester's BoxClosing doors and drawing blindsThe Jester's Box3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let's change the locks inside your mind
Don't let her out; don't let her free
Chain the box and leave it be
Makr my words & Keep it locked!
A monster dwells inside that box.
Last WishesI want to smell like butterfliesLast Wishes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And be the primrose in your hair,
And to feel the warmth of your body
Through the soft fabric of my dress.
I want to hold your hand in mine
And look in to blue eyes so fair,
And to laugh to bright burning stars
While dancing in the wind's caress.
To watch the change of dusk to dawn
And listen to the changing times,
And finally bed in dewy grass,
Just to wak to your bright blue eyes.
Exist And DefyIt's Been Enough Time Spent On Dimes,Exist And Defy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's Been Enough Love Spent In Vain
How Can The End Be Enough To Complete Me?
Justify To The Means Of Silence,
Rant On To The Means In Vain
Parallel Affinities, And Forgotten Entrances
Lovers Commence A Lie, To Corrode
It's About Highly Charged
Play With The Light, Try To Stay Above
It's Been Enough Time Spent On This,
Above All To End
Can You Really Execute Your Breathing
Alive and Vivid?
Infectuous And Supportive
Enough To Gain Dependency
A Cromatic Generation
Arisen To Dream Without Suffering
A Potent Charge To Fill Your Silence
You'll Wake In The Drop Of A Dream
Enclosed In A Euphor
The CravenYou've gone, but have you foundThe Craven3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reasons for going under ground?
My sense has survived the surface
but my enemy, the night,
is calling out his scythe.
Will it be my head of thoughts
that gets lopped off?
Or will my nature truly die,
left with the only instinct: survive?
I'll leave you to the dirt of darkness
and air I'll breath with eyes that sparkle.
Although my freedom is taken away,
there is no glory in ending my own day.
I shall endure full cycle.
ShatteredI watch you from a distanceShattered3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Across the street
Across the room
Across the world
He walks up to you and you embrace. I watch you touch and kiss just the way I've written a hundred times.
"She'll touch his jaw and tenderly kiss his lips." And you do.
"He'll pull you closer and you will grab his ass playfully, but with purpose." And you do.
You walk off, arm in arm, towards your house. I know what you will do for the rest of the day and night, because I've written it a hundred times.
My fantasy shatters like a store front window pierced by a bullet. The shards cut as they slice through my lust.
How can I mourn over losing what