If I Can't Love, I'd Rather Not Live At All.If I can’t love, I’d rather not live at all.If I Can't Love, I'd Rather Not Live At All.2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’m stuck in the background where I know I don’t belong,
And all I have to give you is this stupid song.
It’s not even a song, it’s more of a letter.
And I hope it can make everything better.
Because I know what I did was wrong,
And I think about it all day long.
If I can’t love, I’d rather not live at all.
Just give me one more chance; I know it’ll get better.
If you’ll just read this stupid letter.
Someday I’ll be singing strong,
With the voice of an angel that’ll do us no wrong,
But these voices in my head keep stringing me along,
They’re saying that you won’t read my letter.
They’re saying it won’t get better.
If I can’t love.
So now in this cell, days forever long,
I’m here in the dark, singing your song.
I wish you’d read that letter,
I put it beside the cards in your room that said,
Because this i
Were We To Trap OblivionWere We To Trap OblivionWere We To Trap Oblivion3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sneaky you, unsuspecting me
I've waltzed to this song before
But never like this
Never wanting it so badly
Where I've stepped
Are land mines of words
That unravel my defenses
And you've grown on me
Invaded my inner sanctum
Poked holes in my theories
You've left me weakened
All my buttons pressed
As you ride from floor to floor
Within the elevator of my mind
I no longer wish for peace
I just want you near
So close my skin crawls
At the thought of your fingertips
Raking my through my flesh
Do not think of my pain
Nor consider my mechanisms
That deny the clockwork of emotion
For you've already infected so deeply
Not even death would erase you
From the futures of my thoughts
An embankment of smiles
Where you claw and collapse
Everything I've worked to build
Now I am transparent
I've become the air
Breathe me and I
Will first whisper the words
Before I scream from your lungs
And become the torrent
That drives your heart
To murder my memory
But don't yo
No ManNo manNo Man3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has shed a tear for me; I shed a tear for them
Has made me smile ear to ear
Has made me want to sing and dance just because I'm happy
Has made me smile in my sleep; or even sleep peacefully just from the thought of him at night
Has read me like an open book
Has been my constant muse
Has been my rock; nor my home
Has ever made me feel safe from harm
Has ever told me that I'm beautiful; nor has a man made me feel beautiful
Has ever apprecitated me
Has ever made truly feel good enough
Has ever completed me...
Yes, he does
He does things others have failed to do in the past
He makes me feel things I've never felt before
He has returned the tears I've shed for him
He makes me smile ear to ear
He makes me want to sing and dance just because I'm happy
The thought of him makes me smile in my sleep and sleep peacefully night after night
He reads me like an open book
He is my constant muse
He is my rock,
Random Writingare you listening?Random Writing3 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
sometimes i can't even hear myself
i'm always searching for that better half of me
there's a war going on inside my head
and i get lost in the beauty of tears down my own face
i live off candy painted smiles
and though i don't believe in hate
my head says not to believe in love
everything i want to be is stuck in the past
and most nights i can't even sleep
cause i'm thinking too much about what we used to be
the world keeps spinning on it's axis
and i just want to keep the distance
Gentleman Bill and the Christmas Letter-1st draftGentleman Bill and the Christmas LetterGentleman Bill and the Christmas Letter-1st draft6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is a story about William Harold Reginald Bartlett, the 4th; however, most people that knew him called him Gentleman Bill. He was a “humble surveyor of the urban and rural jungles” he would joke to anyone that listened (in other words, he was usually broke). It wasn’t that he was slow-witted, but he had a …well…a unique perspective about the world around him. Still, he was a kind, likeable sort, keeping to the manners his mama taught him as a small Bill, and later reinforced by Robert and Betsy Pillmat, the farmers who raised Bill after his folks had passed on. He opened doors for people. He said “Hello!” to anyone he met. He never fussed or yelled, and helped anyone he could. Or, at least he tried, for this is how he honored his parents.
Like I said, he was not stupid, mind you, just easily confused. No matter how many times he was told to do something at a job, he couldn’t quit
A diverse world of similaritiesLiving in a world with big differences,A diverse world of similarities2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We’re still connected in some way
With the help of the international highway
Our world is slowly turning into a village
But are we really getting closer?
The west is loud and ever moving
While the south is calm and silent
Both face the disassociation of civilization
In the west everything has to go fast
Never taking the time to sit down and enjoy
Always in a rush to the next meeting
Only caring about ‘that money!’
In the South everything is easy going
The society is open and welcome for all
But groups are moving oblivious of the other
Only caring for their own happiness
In the west people don’t really talk anymore
All moving past each other without notice
Using the highway to talk without sound
Claiming to be close friends without uttering a word
In the South talk is ever present
proclaiming equality on their high horses
Preaching that they are truly good people
But often they miss the point
In the west the people stand st
A very good life“My dear grandson, let me tell you about my life. It is important to know the course a life can take so you won’t be afraid of getting older.A very good life2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I want to tell you this story to show you that a man has to grow before he can turn into a man. There is no hurry to make any big decisions. Just life your live and you will grow in making the decisions eventually.
When I was 17 I fell in love with every village girl who smiled at me. We used to take long walks along the parks and kiss in the shadows. Life was very sweet and blossoms were flowering everywhere smelling of sweet innocence. I finished high school and moved to the city to study.
When I was 21 I lived in the city and fell in love with every young woman whose hair smelled of perfume. We sat on the stairs and smoked cigarettes. In their bedrooms I learned for the first time what it meant to love a woman. My studies finished and I started a job as columnist for an underground newspaper.
When I was 35 I loved all the single la
Phantom PainPhantom PainPhantom Pain2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a phantom pain in my chest
It nags me day and night, twists razors into my ribs
The curve of my bones confines my bloated lungs
I have yet to take a breath
The pain slashes my resolve to ribbons
Ghosts swirl in the bubble wrap of my soul
Wisps with paper sharp edges nicking my arteries
I bleed poison into the air
And pollute my own existence
Irises reflecting the bio-hazard of insight
As skeletal fingertips trace my hollows
I fall into the ripples of silken decay
The jaws cut into my sternum and split me open
And a million black butterflies escape
With the fluttering of my phantom pain
Your bleached bone hands reach within
A screech rings out from your touch
Upon my metallic heart
The phantom pain of my love
Is now yours
StellenboschLooking from my balcony to the mountain aheadStellenbosch3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And she greets me good morning at 3pm
While I am having my first cigarette of the day
Cause I have not left my room today
Being dressed for a fancy diner party
somehow feeling misplaced
As I am not going anywhere
And won’t see anything new today
While staying inside staring at my screen
I wonder what I will miss of the day
Of the complex city where I life
Where right and wrong get mixed up every day
I sigh, and walk back into my room without a view
Studying the dust of this place
Which will make me understand it better
The complex dynamics of the place I live
The Council of Observers IntroductionAs we entered the building, a huge plaque on the wall, along with 13 telepathic voices, read:The Council of Observers Introduction2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We thirteen were born along with the stars. We watched them grow as we grew. We reached across the stars but there were no others. While we were not alone, we were lonely for others.
As time passed, we learned the arts of transformation and transfiguration and the sciences of chemistry and physics. We weren't certain that time passed at all, but we continued to increase our knowledge. Still, there were no others.
We experimented on the stars. We made some stronger and others weaker. We caused some to burn brighter and we caused others to cease their reactions totally. Due to the changes, we caused some nomadic bodies to be formed and we called these comets. Also, we used some of the gases from the stars and the matter from the comets combined to create planets.
As we continued to experiment, single-cell organisms sprang to life on
Burning poemsBurning poems2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I threw my poetry in the flames
and watched it burn
I watched the fire eat away
the words I'd written down with blood
and tears and pain
all those precious works of mine
now totally useless and boring
they can't describe the way I feel
they're nothing compared to the nails in my veins
to the needles in my lungs
to the lava lake in my heart
I'm drowning in my own longing
my own desire
in my love for you
To Mend the Broken Door to an Abandoned Mind...Some days I need a yellow sea, to drown myself in warmth. Some days I need to see sanity in the world in her marble eyes. I need photographs and lines; while some days words are the only way I can find a passage back to being connected to life.To Mend the Broken Door to an Abandoned Mind...2 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Always, I need a part of him, for winds to blow me into ripples of smile.
He keeps walking further and further away. Life on hold, running low on things to fill the gaps in shallow breaths and the cracks in my eyes.
"This too will pass" screams out my desperate mind, "I will drown in colour, I will be alright!" But words are nothing but Mayflies, fading slowly into the dark.
There's No TellingThere’s No TellingThere's No Telling3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
You called late last night
From a slow train
Your body arranged amidst strangers and lights
And adventitious discontent.
You asked me
What do you want
I wonder what you want from me!
Do you know what I think?
And what I thought as your
Voice struggled to get under my blanket
Turned off the table lamp,touched my face?
I think you know.
I think you know exactly what I want
And you know what it means
To be walking tightrope in
Rapidly reducing tightness and
To be playing snakes and ladders
With one thick, elusive snake and no ladder.
I think you know
And you are afraid
As the writing on the wall
Becomes radio frequencies
Of unsanctioned and Janus-faced
Game of ownership
And one warm, wet, famished pursuit.
Exposure to the ElementsExposure to the ElementsExposure to the Elements1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tore it away the other day
What makes me weak and truly believed
I wouldn't feel the ripping of my skin along with the tearing of my pain within
I was wrong of course and now I've opened a flood gate from the source
While I bleed openly all the emotions I've kept dammed in my shaking hands
All the memories spilled from my palms and slashed through my imaginary calm
I watched them tumble and twist as the wind swept them away and insisted
That I was alright, I could sleep at night, that the darkness would disappear with the light
All the lies keep piling up, all the things I keep telling myself
To justify the ruins that I know I've caused and I did it without conscious pause
Because the years have drained away my ability to convey
The torment beading from my eyes and I use it to cut my familiar ties
Even with Death caressing my soul it took someone else to show
How outside my body I already was, how lost and and high above
The rhyme or reason I'd
Divulge to Me, EternityDivulge to Me, EternityDivulge to Me, Eternity1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paint my flesh
Feed me to the sky
So I might hide
My darkness among the stars
Confide in me
All the secrets you keep
Allow me the peace
Of your mossy dreams
Dive into me and see
What little remains
Singed strands my brain
Scattered among the daisies today
Painted crimson the bleached white
Fields became a bloody sight
Skip through my memories
Fall upon the blades of my dreams
Sickly green sky
Why do you hide?
I've been a bad girl, I know
But you and I can be friends
Because of you I've sent
Away the cruelty of the world
All my value spent
Being a mask
Of what, you ask
I will tell you only this
It's for the terror of love
That I exist
A thrill I have yet to know
From which my thorns begin to grow
I plant the graves of my former selves
I rip out the memories and no longer dwell
Nuclear sky, tell me what's wrong
I've been chasing my dreams
With balmy screams
Will we always be at odds
Should I bow and succumb
To the the p
tickThe little people are out ravaging hearts with their broken clock springs.tick3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Halls of Ruined LivesNothing remains but the echoesThe Halls of Ruined Lives3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
which titter down the halls,
like the fleeting mad
who once resided here.
The silence is almost worse
for you feel as if you are never quite alone,
and fear to turn around,
the irony that all too soon
your own sanity starts to melt away.
The raving howls sweep
down the halls like a lonely wind,
is that a knocking somewhere?
Or just your own heartbeat?
Here is where nightmares
were made of those who
lived their lives in a perpetual
And you only skim the edge
of this distorted reality
and against all reason
you continue to venture
further into the hallway
of lost souls.
ParanoiaHe's always there. Watching. Waiting. Wanting...Paranoia3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
LoveWhen writing about loveLove3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
People often assume
That love is writable
Hard or easy love
The world will cry
When put into words
But they are vain
And do not see
The complex facade of true love
The ArtsThe fine arts, are getting exactly that.The Arts1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We will all suffer while,
the talents of nations,
People don't believe anymore.
They have lost the true sense of what emotion art carries.
Kids in the streets, doing what they love.
They can't go anywhere else.
They have been driven from the places
They grew up in and knew.
So they come here, only to find
That they will still not be accepted
As the incredibly talented artists
That they really are.
We walk away, looking back over our shoulders.
Wondering what could've been,
had they just been given a chance.