Just A Slam PoetWe are the voices of urban transgressionsJust A Slam Poet9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These lick-a-word slam poetry styles
Piles of words,
Ryhmes in beat-hard loopdy-loops
Made on stoops and streets
Drug abused homes
And cubbyboard cardboard cutouts
Letters on the walls
And words in our minds
Thoughts and expressions,
And hand-me-down experiences
Wishes of lost,
Hard ways we've been taught
About life and love
But our regression lessons
Aren't things we lament
They're the things we learn from
And basis for spoken words and things spent
Sent time and time again
Try to have meaningful messages
Leave their mouths on the floor
And eyes open for more
Stay sweet on their tongues
And the mirror images are no longer the same
You can see pains and stains
Of secrets you didn't know remained
Gained open eye sight
Indulgent flesh fight
Stress on the truth
And all the tangled ties kept loose
But it's the point of the beat
And why I can't keep my seat
I want to leave a message in mind
RussiaxReader - StruggleRussiaxReader - Struggle1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
That's the only word that kept echoing in your tormented mind.
Ever since the Allies turned against you, your whole world had been chaos. It was practically World War 3, for heaven's sake! The economy went downhill, your country's prime minister was shot about a month ago and half of your population was gone. And when we say gone, it either means that they fled to another country with the help of fake passports or that they were simply dead.
Genocide was happening pretty much everywhere. And no matter what you did, you couldn't stop it. Already 65% of your population didn't exist anymore and the numbers only increased with each passing week.
You weren't the only country who had to go through this suffering, though. Other weaker countries like Lithuania, Belarus and Ukraine had been taken down. Latvia was close behind, but Estonia was surprisingly still standing.
Stronger countries like Russia, Sweden and Germany were currently trying to fight off t
You found loveSly shoulders withYou found love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tiny bruises not
meant for lovers eyes,
Teeth and wicked collarbones:
You argued in the stairwell,
Fingers flirting with
that pretty dress of green
as you felt yourself asphyxiate.
Her lips, the antidote
to your wildest dreams.
Cigarette BurnsI dream in static romances,Cigarette Burns2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where time stands [ still, ]
and clocks no longer
to the sound of h e a r t b e a t s
and old school radio tunes.
The incense of my soul
smell like cherry blossoms,
and what should be
big city summers:
A place where I can wear these
[ hieroglyphics ]
On my flesh like a fashion statement
[ And not be just
covered in ash. ]
Serpent's BreathCome with me,Serpent's Breath4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dance with devils
Who have no name,
Speak in riddles,
Tell me a lethal tale
Of heroes and villains,
Become a restless soul
Cast from the storm,
Wander the universe,
Sink below oceans,
Fall into the skies
Come, get lost with me
Get lost with me
Mists hissing with serpents,
Haunting eyes tempting us,
Drawing us closer and closer,
With an echoing voice
Whispering through our minds,
A promise and a threat,
Tell all and no one,
Without saying a word,
The truth is a dangerous thing,
A double edged sword
Twisted into our hearts
Come, let's run away
Run away from me
Watch out for the thorns
Dressing the rose at your feet,
Be careful not to pick it up,
Because some things are better
When they are left alone,
Drift away from it all,
And be free of these ties,
Swept away by the wind
That is nothing but a breath,
We'll escape from everything
Come, come closer
Just come with me
Before I Lit The CandleI was sleeping whereBefore I Lit The Candle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the saints all stood
in their stone repose.
I wonder if they're ever
cold or if their faith was
like Medusa's gaze.
Or why they took to hiding
in the dark, holding out
And does the light burn
their sightless eyes,
when the candles are lit?
I wonder if they sleep
In cool dark belief,
under God's throne.
Or if that petulant martyr is me.
prologe- The Night Liversprologe- The Night Livers4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The chill air whipped at my bare legs as i ran from the shadow chasing me. the dead forest leaves crunched under my bare, frostbitten bare feet giving away my location. Hiding was not an option because the shadow would just find me by following the aroma of my blood and the fear in it was driving him insane. Before all this he pulled up to me in a white mini Van and told me that he can change my life completely if i stepped closer. He promised me a better world where no one can tell me what to do or what to be.
" just something i need back," he said in his rough voice.
" What was that?" i had asked, thinking it was something horrible like being raped or murdered.
" Your services. You see, i have this organization and i think you'll be perfect for it."
" What is it that you do exactly?"
" i run an Organization called V.H.S, vampire hunter society."
" Sorry but i don't belive in vampires." After he drove away i saw this shadow that began foll
OPEN WINDOWSevergreen sifts through open windows,OPEN WINDOWS7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clear-aired and heady with the promise of mountains;
mixed with the slow drawl of clouds and carwheels
and light hitting the dashboard.
and in this wood-grain scene of tree-tipped timber,
my fingers tap the measured breaths of my parents.
theres string and air stretched taught over every precipice
they vibrate with the mass of mountains.
each breath breathesone, two
the unpredictability of emotion and movement.
and I am good at words and water,
stumble with brushes and bills
my tongue loosed is fast and fire,
evades capture by a meandering mind.
mouths mouth stay afloat,
but often my arms fall fast to flailing.
but belly-up in sun, everything is
incandescent, iridescentcaught and carried in water
a river of raindrops not yet forced into stagnancy.
VII. Without daring to say a word.VII. Without daring to say a word.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without daring to say a word.
There are fragile words
Which form outlines
Of a vulnerable life.
In the autumn colors
Disturbed by the noise
Of the rain on windows.
At the end of the day, the somber
Reality becomes a burden.
This woman is invaded by anxiety
Her tired spirit, on the alarming
Silence of the language, is slowly
Dying on this kiss of the other one.
He, who believes with his smile
To understand everything
by watching at her crying.
He, with his stupid words, he hammers
The commonness with his unsightly facies,
His absent glance in front of her who doubts
In the gust of feelings.
Quiet, he falls asleep,
she stares at him
Silently with sadness,
Stitched LipsHer lips, soft like old paperStitched Lips2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tastes of stardust and ink.
I'd kiss her a thousand times over,
just to savour the poetry resting
on her wasp tongue
but, I'm kissing ghosts
with empty eyes, void, naked,
and vulnerable like sleeping
gargoyles in the mid-day sun.
[ I'll love her quietly, close-mouthed
in the arms of stone angels. ]
Growing EverydayI grew up more everydayGrowing Everyday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And everyday the sun set
And everyday my blood pumped
And everyday my eyes blinked
And everyday I could breathe
But my body was dying
I learned to live
Without the love
I thought I had
I thought I knew
I thought was true
And I thought could bring me away
Banish my loneliness
But it only made it
...So I cast it away
And I'm learning to live
Building Sand Castles: HetaliaThis land is my landBuilding Sand Castles: Hetalia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dead land
Empty, without a soul
Every inch soaked in blood
My heart died
Many years ago
I lived too long
To the point I don't know
What I am today
And Who I was before
Faces loom in memories
Of friends and enemies
Mixed with the faded images
Of humans from every time
Royalty and leaders
Rich and poor
Young and old
Sickly and beautiful
But who are they
I do not remember
The memories are so faded
The images are blurred
The time upon the calendars
Fade into eternity
Look down, out the window
Every one of us who live forever
Look out that window
Out to the streets below
Look upon mortality
The fear of time
That is what we see
Look upon the changing time
In a blink all we had was gone
Burned and broken
Smashed to ash
Those on the streets below
Those who live and drink and age
They are blessed with the coffin and the Reaper
Never to see what their lives amounted to
While we strive on
Building castles upon the sand
And watching the waves tear them down
As we sit alone u
Where - doesn't matterI want to fly,Where - doesn't matter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to live,
I want to breathe - do it with me,
I want to...
shake from laughter - like an earth quake,
love - like there will be no more
Run with me all over the world
and let yourself be wrapped
in spice scents and incense,
anywhere - everywhere,
and don't care where you get lost
as long as it's - with me.
So, close your eyes,
pick a spot
and pack lightly,
I will meet you there
in the crossing of what was before
and what will come -
Tragedy of the Fantasy.Look up in the cloudy sky.Tragedy of the Fantasy.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know who I am.
What a tragedy this is.
Six feet under,
six million under the stars.
Trying to make it all work
but it won't ever work.
Look back on those blissful nights.
Is that who I was?
What a fantasy it was.
Six feet high,
climbing for six million.
Though I lost it all.
I threw it all away.
And for what?
Promises from a liar.
For a few diamonds.
Seemed like yesterday I had my jet-pack on.
Flying to the stars.
I was so close.
Memories that burn.
That's all I have.
Fuck all I have.
For what I have is nothing!
They say it's never too late,
but now it is.
Look up at the cloudy sky.
Look back at the blissful nights.
It's all over.
The Power of Spoken WordIf I could give a voiceThe Power of Spoken Word2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the words scribbled
down deep in my flesh,
coursing through my
and lodged in the back
of my vise throat,
with lungs slowly
s u f f o c a t i n g
from lack of spoken word--
I believe I could
churn the hearts of
love sick coffee shop attendees.
anger every government official,
and cause a riot in the white house--
as I place a pen in the hand
of every child with poetry lurking
behind innocent eyes.
SAKURASAKURA3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Peuple du soleil levant
fier et patient
tu te relèveras.
CephalophoreWalk with me upon this sea of asphaltCephalophore3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the gateway of scarlet roses beyond
Whose scent could intoxicate the most sealed mind
Devoid of beauty, with a heart so blind
And thus shall never know this path of love
Embraced by these waves and the moon above
The calling we both hear.
Take my hand as the curtain falls
A blood soaked veil once shimmering white
And gaze with me at a world real
Where pain is but a Sin to feel
And life and love are not temporal things
And songs of joy the Blackbird sings
Not cries of struggle and fear...
Wake from the chains of that frightening dream
And glance with pity to those who sleep
Trapped in a web of silver cord
Bent in prayer to a paper Lord
Feeding a flawed creation
A dolls-house imitation
Clasping possessions that they hold dear.
Step with me into the garden of truth
Where breath is song eternal
Where darkness is but a shade of light
Where flowers soar beyond our height
And nothing kills and nothing bleeds
And only purest, true love feeds
Hetalia Personalized QuizPersonalized Hetalia QuizHetalia Personalized Quiz3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
What do you think of...
Anything else we should know?:
Don't BlinkIn our room we used to let all our kites fly at once; everything was cherry stained and sugar coated.Don't Blink8 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
In those days my heart stretched across my face while my lips listened.
His electric eyes splattered energy around the room jump starting the nervous bird in my throat.
Blinking shouldn't hurt so much.
The door clacks; my kites have been cut; the bird in my throat gets strangled as I seize on the floor. my pupils suck out of view, while my cherry stained room folds up.
My lips listen; he cocks his mouth and shoots me down with one fist full of sharp tongues.
Blinking shouldn't hurt so much.
IX. I am a poetIX. I am a poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a poet
I am a poet
I do regret,
Young person without talent,
Roaming in the wind
My verses empty
Themselves of their acid
My feather sinks
On a grey ground,
Earth without ages,
Roaming in the course of pages.
I am a poet
I do regret,
Young person without talent,
Roaming in the wind
The moon is full
I paint without trouble.
And this night,
Everything ran away