ForbiddenForbidden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I am a daughter of the Dark
Who longs for a son of the Light
You shall never show tenderness to me
But my passion for you remains undying
Shall you ever see me as I see you?
Or shall I always be in the dark
Watching, waiting for you to realize
How perfectly we belong
My love for you can never be
My lust for you is my curse
When will I ever realize
That you shall never be my forbidden love
I.THINK.I.LOVE.YOUI.THINK.I.LOVE.YOU9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I didn't think i needed You,
I didn't think i cared,
But once i walked away,
I realized i was scared.
Scared to let You see me cry,
Scared to let myself go,
Scared because i actually needed someone.
Someone who i could let see me cry.
Some one that was there.
And You were.
Even when we weren't together,
Even when i wasn't there You cared.
You lifted me up and helped me through.
Through my fears.
Through my tears.
And stuck with me all along.
So now i'm not afraid any more,
Not to let go,
Not to be all the things You were to me,
So what i'm really trying to say,
Is i love You.
Heaven or HellHeaven or Hell3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There was a poll posted on Facebook, it was simple, all you had to do was click one answer or the other.
You only had two choices.
The question was: "Where do you think you're headed?"
The answer choices were: Heaven, and Hell.
A lot of people picked Heaven and there were people who voted Hell.
This made me sad to know that these people are condemning themselves.
When you say you're going to Hell, you're accepting something that isn't true!
If God set a Satanist free, If God sent his only son to die for us (even when we did not and still don't deserve it), and If God spoke into the darkness and created the light...
Then NOTHING is impossible for him!
The word impossible is a fallacy that hides the truth: I'm Possible!
Don't condemn yourself.
Doesn't matter what you did, God will still forgive you and let you into his kingdom,
you just have to stop putting yourself down all the time
If God forgave Hitler, Sodom, and Osama, yet they blew it, due to them choosing not to accept him and
SuySuy4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In that last twinkle of life, that indefinite wrinkle that clouds our senses turns us into saints. And, as a sinner, all I can hope for is youth.
As the hour glass turns inside out I'll stand there laughing at that stupid reflection.
Feckless, but not forlorn I can already smell it fading...
Fading into the singularity of the great nothingness I feared, it becomes silly and I become more and more fond of it.
I know what you'll mean when I can stop listening.
Just stop talking and you'll know too.
That Look In Your Eye...That Look In Your Eye...4 years ago in Open More Like This
Is it your devil
that makes me smile?
Or your frivolous look
shrouded in the open
vespers of my bile?
Toward what ends do you
mean, oh devil, that marks
my departure, your arrival?
Growing PainsI remember you as you once were,Growing Pains2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The girl with the blonde hair like straw
And the big blue eyes like summer.
Our first meeting, now hazy with the fog time brings,
Two little girls,
Both put together by following the wrong recipe:
A dash of shyness
A spoonful of happiness
And more sisterly love than the world could hold,
Despite our blood having not one cell in common.
You were the sister I always wanted,
The girl with the blonde hair like straw
And the big blue eyes like summer.
We laughed together and lied together.
We stayed up all night together,
Popcorn in our laps instead of the bowl,
Secretly watching movies we were too young for
And ones we were too old for.
We were inseparable,
Nearly literally one heart in two bodies.
I knew I would always be with you,
The girl with the blonde hair like straw
And the big blue eyes like summer.
Fights and misunderstandings happened all at once
As you followed a treasure map
And found boys at the X.
MaskMask2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Salty tears streak down my face
Glowing in the silver moonlight
One by one they fall straight down
I'M.FAKEI'M.FAKE9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You walk all over me,
Calling me names.
Who are You to judge me,
When You are the same.
Because I CareWhat does it say about youBecause I Care4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when a sneer is the most
sincere expression you've ever had
and even the ugly parts of your
personality start to look pretty
when you compare them to the way
you try so hard to fake it?
You smile and they
see what they want to see,
mistaking the bitterness for joy
and acid for sugar-sweetness.
Your words are good at burning your tongue
and making everyone feel warm and fuzzy inside
even though you want them all to roast.
Baby, baby, believe me
when I say I lie because I care.
Reviewer TwoHe rode to war with pen in hand,Reviewer Two3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And worthy paper foes he slew.
The ivory warlords could not stand;
In alma mater, foreign land,
And even in the journals grand,
The deepest minds he did subdue.
But one blow made it through his shield;
An enemy -- Reviewer Two.
This sagged beast refused to yield,
Indeed would never leave the field.
Retired, to his lair he wheeled
To cry, "Revise! More data, too".
The crotchety reviewer aimed,
And academic blood he drew.
That editors, so bowed and shamed,
Permit prestige concerns so lame,
Our hero quipped -- "The rig is gamed!
Lord, let me live through this review".
But Lord The Editor is fickle.
What carest he for a career?
Or research slowing to a trickle?
Or that the cost's a good grant nickel?
All for the sake of one small stickle,
From some old man who needs a beer.
Such struggles ever heroes make.
As our man set his will, he knew --
Reviewers do not bend, they break.
What won't one do for science' sake?
And so, with guilty, heart-filled ache,
A poor attempt at BrodskyThings and people surround usA poor attempt at Brodsky5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The former more pleasant
The latter, no time like the present
To slither and wither each other
Win safety through sacrifice
Of teacher or lover or brother.
Things are kinder, more simple
They are neither evil nor good.
Making sawdust from knotted wood
They are fabric and rot
Which, when He calls the sky down,
Have the sense not to notice the presence of God.
Open me upI want you to peel me like a clementine.Open me up5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you find that the birds within my cage
Have all exploded or run away
They will not seem like seeds or flights of fancy
They will be the evidence youve always needed
To assure you that youve broken my bridges,
That you filled in the cracks in my pavement with discount cement.
I cant tell you how many of those there were.
Its for you to find out what birds leave, when they leave.
I imagine its nothing short of a feast with white icing.
I think youll like the treasures available when you sort through my rubble.
Dont be afraid of spilling me.
If my endoskeleton is all you find, thats because the juices, my rich rewards, do dry up after enough time spent baking in the sun.
a letterTo you I write, our humble guide of squalera letter6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From glistening ivory towers to acid showers
I wish you'd see the beauty you devour
I don't understand it
the symbolistic beauty of it
the unending chains and derailed trains of thought
have parked themselves along side my mind
at the sight of another fight
at war with peace
why is conflict the only detergent for reason?
clean white sheets for peace
open air only when nobody's there
basking in the afterglow
of shattered souls that fall like snow
I sit and listen to the clouds
they drift on by
they've done us proud
Love and RootsDeep roots run through all things.Love and Roots6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And just as the tree knows,
And the fruit senses, explicit in youthful awe,
And the bird assumes through gnarled experience,
That earthly succor grounds their heady origins,
Though the edges of their lives might be aimed at the clouds.
So I know also,
That our roots run together,
You and I.
Love and MayonnaiseI'd rather fall in love with mayonnaise.Love and Mayonnaise7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is, after all,
As white and smooth
As any woman's thigh.
The pleasure on my tongue,
In my mouth,
In my nostrils,
Not unlike a woman's scent.
A difference, perhaps of kind,
But certainly not of degree.
And when it finally kills me,
With cholesterol grease.
With the soft shock of
an attack on my heart.
It will be no different
A woman would have done it.
Rather than slowly shrinking the arteries,
Women prefer to use knives.
Passing ThroughThrifty shadows surrender me,Passing Through7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lovers surround me,
Dig holes in my body
With tickly pink armies.
Fingertipping their way to me,
Ghost-picking, play through me,
Rawhide and wishbone
And bloodthirsty artery.
Pressing each cell in me,
Shifting the heart of me,
Crashing through channels
Held loose by captivity.
Flowing an end to me,
Leaving to render me,
Screaming hot moments
Of sun-cracking novelty.
garbageToday, I asked a homeless persongarbage7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if she wanted
Standing outside the 7-11, a coffee in hand
soaking through the paper into my palm)
I faced her at the door
not knowing what else to do.
she stood in rags
And I half expected her to casually answer in
gleeful mischief about
changing states of affair
-but she didn't
And her expression remained indolent
as she let her breath escape.
'that's not necessary'
Her words disappearing in the air
(her words disappearing on me)
fighting faithsThe world falls apartfighting faiths7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The dove takes its final flight
Man has ripped the world apart
In the name of god goes an endless fight
Killing in the name of the sacred
Dying for ones faiths
Men take up all of earth's hatred
The dead turn to martyrs and saints
Bloodshed from east to west
Red streaks line the sun soaked sky
All to affirm which god is best
In god's names countless die
For man has feared the unfamiliar
Deemed it wrong and wicked
Swinging a shield and a sword at faith's pillar
Battle and conquest shadows over all the scripted
Flesh cannot be protected by word
Blood can't be cleaned by revelation or scripture
Holy war, holy war, yet no message or victory heard
For man is neither perfect nor pure
Writing and words of peace fall
Upon deaf ears the message lands
Sanctity and perfection belongs to all
So let us all join hands
For peace is the way of life
Let us not bicker over who brings death
Swift death comes to those who live by the knife
Live in harmony with man and wife
CloserWhen mommy turned off the light I thought I could hear the breath leave my body and travel to the ceiling. Longing to see lights dancing on the walls in their pretty shades, longing for colors and shapes.Closer8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There were no monsters hiding in it, no demons under the bed. Instead, I was surrounded by death. I remember one time mommy told me that that's what death was like-- eternal darkness. I wonder if that means that every night I go to bed and close my eyes I die a little. And I wonder if I could live forever if I was always just surrounded by light.
One time I asked mommy about it, but she didn't understand what I said and sent me to a head doctor. I think she thought I wanted to die. But I told her that I wanted sleep to stop stealing life. The more I sleep, the faster I grow old.
Mommy wakes me up every morning for school. If she didn't wake me up I probably wouldn't wake up at all. But what would happen if someone else, somewhere else woke me up? How would I ever
Paxo Romano Agricultural Rev.Time and time again has the neartest biodegradable expose on the human rights issues of Santa Fe cause ilimitable dominion over the supression of faith. Whereas Paxo Romano continues to be the thread of deviation amongst critics, few have found the inner workings to be of a moral thought. Yet within the linear complex of Rome's aggressive stance on the Barbaric nature of human disposition, it has come to no astonishment that the agricultural revolution has survived. Forthright in its nature, the tendencies of bagel consuming, "you know whos" have continually fought, without success, against the pallatable promiscuity of the "you know".Paxo Romano Agricultural Rev.8 years ago in Open More Like This
Romano Paxo, as Castor once said within the "Iliad" is the heart of the city, without condeming those prisoners who have strived to achieve what we all know is impossible. As Plato once put it "the pretentious nature of the probabilities within the scientific scope of humanity lays, without question, under the sands of the colliseum". Plato, having peris
All I needAll I could ever need is your unconditional love.All I need8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I could ever need is your unconditional love, and maybe sometimes some food, and a blanket for when it's cold out.
All I could ever need is your unconditional love, food, a blanket, and maybe cable TV (between 6:00 and 6:30),
and those individually pakaged balls of cheese with the wax wrapper around them.
Love, food, blanket, telephone, TV, cheeseballs ...
all I could ever need.
Because ALL a man really needs is BEAUTY,
and your unconditional love is BEAUTIFUL,
Beautiful like a romantic picnic, with Coca-Cola and ham sandwiches,
oh, sweet beautiful ham, so unconditional and
beautiful, like an abandoned truckload of pigs,
bleating and rotting in the festering desert.
and praying for death.
Like a fish flapping violently on the sand, in futile hopes that there might be a body of water nearby,
flapping violantly in the middle of the Sahara desert.
forestcan't see the forest for all of the trees, (and I)forest9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
can't see the moonlight for all of the green, (bearing)
headaches like thunder, saliva like rain, (forms be-)
-low in a puddle and leaks down the drain. (it is)
drained of the anger, the semen of life, (it is)
dripping like milk from a cow-ard, polite (to the)
strangers he knows
One of my many superpowersSometimes I walk home with a painful bursting bladderOne of my many superpowers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
past a dozen weeing men
just to feel superior.
My Father 1When he was 30My Father 13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my father had built and torn down
and rebuilt again a shed
with his own hands;
had planned a future for himself and his wife
and the two children he knew he'd have.
My father had serious hobbies.
I remember the oscilloscopes and the smell
He would come home from work and pore over
financial documents, figure out how to keep us
safe and secure and comfortable.
Because that is what grown-ups do.
And he'd worry and frown and talk seriously
to serious men.
It was clear to me then that there was a line
between child and man, and that I was
on this side and he on the other.
That was fine. The line would come closer
and one day I'd leap over it
and be a serious man, too.
I am still waiting.
I am 30 now.
It is not what I thought it would be.
It is no different from being 16, only that now
I have no one to send me to bed at 11,
so I stay up until 5,
I have no one to tell me to get my finances straight,
so I don't.
And I am not alone.
We are not grown-ups, but overg