addictionaddiction11 years ago in General More Like This
have you ever been an addict. and im not talking
about the hey-i-like-to-do-this-alot type of addict.
im talking about the
type of addict. im an addict. ive never blown anyone
to get it. i dont think i would. but i havent been
given the opportunity to either. the reason i say 'i
dont think i would' is because i like to pretend that
i still have something thats mine. dignity, pride,
standards. but i know i would easily toss those away
just to get it. i know because i have. so all i
really have is it. for one hour. for two hours. for
fifteen minutes or however long it last. however long
i can afford it to last. ill be high for fifteen
minutes if thats all i can get.
im an addict. i dont get high just to get high. i
get high just to get my mind off getting high for a
few hours. after a fix im good for eight hours.
maybe. then the last of my previous highs memory
cells dry up and i want. need. how ca
DisconnectedBroken, drippingDisconnected7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Giggle down to hell
Death defying now
Flying up to drown
Fit just to be tied
Anger couldnt cry
I'm SorryI love youI'm Sorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Few know what those words truly mean
Someone who knows how to mend hearts
And sew up all the seams
A person who can read your thoughts
Before you even think them
A person who can heal your wounds
Before anyone else can make them
I wish that I could understand
Whatever's wrong with me
But you don't know and I don't know
I guess no one can see
I'm sorry that I hurt you
I'm sorry that you cried
I'm sorry to desert you
And to push you aside
Sometimes my thoughts are messed up
My words cannot be said
But thoughts of you go on and on
And keep spinning in my head
You are the greatest person
I've ever met in my life
I wish I could figure out
Why I'm so filled with strife
Please don't hate me
I couldn't bear the thought
Even now as I think about it
To my eyes tears are brought
While life goes on and on
I'll always be filled with sorrow
Of the friendship I had with you
That has no new tomorrow
So yes, I do know
What the words "I love you" mean
And I'm sorry that you don't understand
I Loathe the UndeadI Loathe the Undead10 years ago in Humor More Like This
I loathe the undead.
They're always whining about "brains" and "guarrrgh" all the time and they're clawing at you with their nasty clammy maggoty-infested hands and biting your wife with their rotten yellow teeth and trudging along in a big stupid horde, losing their limbs all over the place and blocking traffic like they owned the world. Would you believe there was a zombie stampede on the I-41 this morning? Yeah, they held up traffic for like an hour. It was a huge stampede. They made me late to work and I think they almost cost me my job. Never mind that the boss has been later for less important reasons than a zombie stampede.
Some day I'm going to stick him in a room with a zombie in it and see how he likes it.
Anyway. I would have been later to work this morning ('cause I think that stampede's still going on, I mean they just said on the news half an hour ago that the last body count was like sixty, and that's way too many for just an hour-long stampede) if I hadn't gone and inst
FineIts the closest Ive ever been to perfectFine7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its the closest that Ive been to fine
Its the simplest kind of wonderful
Knowing theres something
kissing your eyelidsi.kissing your eyelids6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
i cannot tell you.
i am afraid to open my mouth because i know the aperture is tempting, and i do not want you to see the raw that has spread from my heart to the back of my throat.
i am afraid to speak because the slightest movement will give me to you, and i cannot trust that i am ready for the plunge. your hands are inching me closer by the day and i am trying to read the fortune of your open palms but they tell me nothing about how to fall. they dont even tell me your story but somehow they still manage to be the most beautiful thing in the world.
i am standing on the verge. i have noticed that you give yourself better when i am not looking, so i unlock our gaze with the key of my patience and look away when you speak of the things your heart skips over.
anything to make you feel safer.
there is sleep in your voice when your baritone carries over miles of wire and i am amazed it does not crackle with the electricity
IFIF6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If I loved you and you let me
What would life have looked like then?
In the midst of all our quarrels
Where could love begin to live?
If I followed where you led me
How much darkness would I see?
If you did all that you promised
Would you still be here with me.
Life is love and care and sharing
And its dedication too.
When the one you love is falling
Catching them is up to you.
As the sun sets in the evening
and the fireflys buzz round.
Dont forget the love you promised
Hold them close, dont let them down.
Days are brighter, life is good
Seems that love will find a way.
Never doubt the love youre given
Or it might just slip away!
WorthyWorthy 1/6/09Worthy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You smile, but your melancholic eyes
give you away by glistening like
sea green glass about to shatter.
I ask, but you cannot recall a bright day.
You own a pain so deep it hurts me.
My tolerance is high enough for the both of us.
You are afraid that if you let go,
you will have nothing and be empty.
This hurt does not define you.
The walls begin to slowly melt
as all those buried feelings are felt.
The stone castle you meticulously built
crumbles down with your doubt and guilt.
I'll meet you halfway between
absolute truth and deceiving dreams.
We can create our own imperfect
out crippling fear where hope
is alive and always near.
The more you resist the more I persist.
You are worthy my sweet one,
beautiful through and through.
I know you don't hear that enough.
Just believe that I believe it's true.
You need saving from your mental prison -
the key locked away where only you can reach.
Guide me there and I will release you
You, Caffeine and CigarettesI crave youYou, Caffeine and Cigarettes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need you like an addict
Needs their fix
And if I was addicted
Would you mind?
Addicted to what?
Or cigarettes. Cigarettes?
Would you mind
That I smoke forty
A day or that I shake
Withdrawal or overdose?
Well, would you mind
That I write, like an addict,
About you and your smile
And your hair and your laugh
And your voice and your beauty?
Childish.My head is swimming with visionsChildish.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That'll never ever come true
There's nothing quite like daydreams
To submerse yourself into
I think about my future
and whether I'll change my mind
About my views on marriage or
Leaving childhood behind
I think of where I'll live,
and rarely what I'll do
I dream that I might travel
Around the world with you
See now, there's my problem
The "you" in that equation
Lately I've been faced with
A "you"-filled mind invasion
I wonder what you're doing
How 'bout if I was there?
I dream that you're thinking of me
Though you're not, I'm well aware.
I imagine what we'd talk about
and what we'd want to say
I try to think of how you'd move
And how, by me, you'd lay
But mostly I imagine
You can see my daydreams too
I know that it's impossible
I know that it's not true
But I still like to imagine
What it'd be like if you did...
Too bad it wouldn't matter
'Cause I'm just some stupid kid.
I should put these thoughts behind me
'Cause this annoyance is my cue
9:11I stare at the clock,9:114 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it reads the same as it does.
9:11 it whispers into my ears.
Ashes fall from my ceiling,
as faint screams echo throughout my mind.
The clock still reads 9:11,
its frozen there within time.
I see one then both-
They go down fast...
9:11 the clock reads-
forever it reads.
Written within history,
the clock tells me about devastation-
the clock floods my mind.
9:11, as it still reads.
for every drop of bloodfor every drop of blood10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every drop of blood has a meaning
One, for every tear I've shed
Two for every minute when that man took my innocence away
Three for all the times you pushed me down
Four for all the times no one understood my pain…
Five for all the lies you ever said
Six for every time my friends stab me in the back
Seven for all the nights I went to sleep crying begging for help
Eight for every hit I had to take…
Nine for all the time alone
Ten for all the scars on my arms
And the rest are for all the pain I felt inside
While waiting for something that were never seen by my eyes…
CENSOR THIS 08880CENSOR THIS 0888012 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember when I know why the cage bird sings
was challenged for the "encouragement to take action
in premarital sex, homosexuality, and the use of
I remember when the Bible was banned and/or
challenged for being "pornography and obscene"
in Alaska and Pennsylvania in 1993.
I remember when the The Autobiography of
Malcolm-X was challenged in Flordia in 1994--
because it was "racist against white people"
I remember when Jambo Means Hello: The Swahili
Alphabet was charged with "degrading white
children" although it was a book for white children to
understand the African-American culture much better.
I remember when Daddy's Roomate was removed
by most libraries by most of the United States---for
In dependant womanIn dependant woman12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In dependant women i find the brink of lost hope
A tilted ice skating rink
With a layer of soft soap.
A broken vase. Poker face. No joker, ace.
The hand shes dealt is knuckles
and a battery of bible belt buckles
She wears the make up so he wont lose face.
Fat slouch, soiled briefs, mouthful of tooth paste.
He's a relic from a past era.
She will never run faster than her mascara.
Scared...waiting for the second R to come
Scarred...no healing, beckon martyrdom.
Far from numb...but palsy ingrained
A flesh of mesh...and everything taken in vein.
Maiden turned maid
Laden with Jade
A once bright son, faded to shade.
Lost first, past second, now life is third nature.
Memory's mummery and mammary's milk
Now nothing but a trifle herd of stray blurs...
Eyes of overdue cataracts
Still life lies in matters of fact.
Her excuses are frail.
Each night she reads her bruises like Braille.
BittersweetLife is made of long nightsBittersweet6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Regrets, decisions, wrongs and rights
Its made of many loves and foes
Happiness, anger, worries, and woes
Life is full of aggravations
Various fleeting inspirations
Lifes composed of a thousand tales
Many choices and untraveled trails
Life is a lie; a load of bull
Life can be shallow and yet, still be full
So welcome to life and its billon trials
Through which you will walk a million miles
Welcome to life with its charms and let downs
Its sighs, and its screams, and its smiles, and frowns.
Welcome to life, filled with sadness and joy
Welcome to life! Have fun and enjoy.
A Nameless Attempt"Why do you have your own name written on your hand?"A Nameless Attempt6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So I won't forget it."
"What if the rain washes it away?"
"I always carry a black marker. I'll write my name again on top of the stains and remains of ink."
"Do you ever wish you could be someone else?"
"I don't know. Someone stronger."
"I couldn't. I only know how to write my own name with my marker."
"I've been practising for years on how to write it just perfect."
"How does it look now?"
"Why did you change to red markers?"
"I was out of black markers, so I tried a red one."
"Does it change anything?"
"It changes everything."
"It's just ink, though."
"It's my name, being absorbed by my skin and veins, sent into my bloodstream."
"What happens now?"
"I don't know."
"I brought you a black marker. You can have it, if you want."
"No thanks, I have plenty of red ones."
"I thought you loved black markers. You always used them."
"I like red ones better now. They stain less."
"I liked it when
Escape.I crossed a grassy plainEscape.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and climbed a great oak tree
I settled on a limb and then
Gazed at the view, set just for me
I pondered all the mysteries
That life has set before us and
I watched the sun climb till it fell
And the time slip through my tight-closed hand
I felt the thoughts inside my head
And tried to comprehend the wind
I listened to all the advice
That nature had to give and lend
I found no rhyme or reason
Didnt discover inner peace
I saw no great beyond
And my worries didnt cease
By the end of the day
I had only a sense of dread
When I dropped down from the tree
I could only hang my head
But as I fell to the grass
It tickled my heels in slight
I knew I might find solace yet
Hiding in the night
I climbed the tree again
There lay the peace Id left behind
It had fallen from my pocket
So I place it back inside my mind
Motivation.You run, run, run just as fast as you canMotivation.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And imagine yourself as the gingerbread man
Where no one can catch you or make you fall
Because you can run faster than them all.
You run from your worries, your doubts, and your pain
You run till you can't and it still seems in vain
'Cause they'll still be waiting at the finish line
For the first place runner, it should all be fine
But, sadly, it's not
And they're still all you've got.
Genesis, To FlyGenesis, To Fly11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Genesis, To Fly
Main Entry: 1vol•a•tile
Pronunciation: 'vä-l&-t&l, esp British -"tIl
Etymology: French, from Latin volatilis, from volare to fly
1 : readily vaporizable at a relatively low temperature</i>
An era of Edenistic emotion
curls around my finger tips and toes,
slowly working its way to my heart—
felt cold, inside,
in the summertime; and winter fills itself
with warm motion pic
TruthsI'm jealous of youTruths6 years ago in Other More Like This
Some days so much so that
I hate you
But it never lasts for long
I'm keeping a secret from you
Something so important
It would rearrange what you think
It would make you wonder
What else Im hiding
What else you still dont know
Youll never know
You are not my angel
You have no wings
Not even broken ones
You will never be able to save me
You cant lift me to the sky
I told him everything
Everything you ever said to me
Word for word
Because he needed to hear those things
He needed them more than you needed my loyalty
But now I regret it
Because those words were all he ever wanted
I am not his friend
I do want your body
I want to feel your lips
But I dont want your mind
And theyre a package deal
I think youre a liar
I think you pretend
The sick part is that it works
I still want you
Though you dont want me
I want us to not be joking
I want you to be serio
Drugs:Such drugs these drugs, Such wonderful drugs!Drugs:7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This drug does this, and this does what it does.
So many pills on the shelves today,
Many of them legal, so come what may.
Side effects, strange actions, all things can be fixed!
They crush up some plants and create a new mix.
A drug for everything from headache to AIDS,
You can take them yourself! No need for a maid.
You become old and decrepit, but still living fine.
Because we have drugs to save you, until the end of time.
ItsyBitsyThe itsy bitsy spiderItsyBitsy6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
crawled up the womans face,
Inching up to bite her
at a steady pace.
It crawled over her ear lobe
with its bundle of glee
Then it laid its sac inside her
And promptly turned to flee.
The sac did hatch; the spiders
Children, that came out
They ran around her ear canal
and constantly scurried about
Now as she stood, they were startled
and promptly, they did bite her
So ends the woman and
the tale of the itsy spiders
ephemeralOn the table in the middleephemeral6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of my apartment,
a postcard reads,
"we are all ephemeral"
and I wonder what anonymous
means by that.
I was walking in the park
when I heard a conversation
between a mother and her
son. (He was about twelve.)
"Why can't you be
good? Do you
want to go to hell?"
The little boy answered,
"no matter if it's heaven
or hell, eternal life is always
That shut her up.
I added those words to the card
and sent it to you. The next day,
I found a green leaf in an envelope
in my mailbox. There were words
written on it. "The knowledge
that everything could end
at any time
makes every second
something to be grateful of."
I put the leaf up on my bedroom wall and
the next day it died.
You stopped by the day
after that and said it was okay,
the leaf died, but the words didn't.