Just A Slam PoetWe are the voices of urban transgressionsJust A Slam Poet10 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
Wie halte ich mich warm? - Ein ErfahrungsberichtIn Deutschland ist es kalt. Bitterkalt.Wie halte ich mich warm? - Ein Erfahrungsbericht4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In meiner Wohnung auch. Wasserrohre sind geplatzt. Heizung ist ausgefallen. Strom auch.
Ich wollte mir gerade eine Wasserflasche vom Edekamarkt gegenüber holen. Als ich bei mir zu Hause ankam, hatte ich einen Eisklotz in der Hand. Und der wird auch nicht auftauen, denn in meiner Wohnung beträgt die Temperatur ebenfalls unter null Grad.
Essen kann ich auch nichts mehr. Der Kühlschrank, der die Nahrungsmittel eigentlich auf sommerliche sieben Grad Celsius über Null warm halten sollte, funktioniert ja wegen dem Stromausfall nicht mehr. Mit meinem Hund habe ich deshalb mit der gefrorenen Schinkenwurst Frisbee gespielt. Nun hat er kaputte Zähne, weil er darauf rumkauen wollte.
Mein Antrag bei der Stadtverwaltung, ein kollektives Lagerfeuer zu veranstalten, der den Winter vertreiben sollte, wurde abgelehnt. Begründung: Mit dem Ende des Mittelalters wurden bereits alle Hexen verbrannt. In der Wissenschaft s
You found loveSly shoulders withYou found love4 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 Burns4 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 Breath5 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
Serenade.Hello, again, my oldest friend.Serenade.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's been a while, ten thousand miles
Have passed but still you sing.
I listen long and dark and deep,
It leaves its mark so sickly sweet,
That siren sound that nightfall brings.
Like a snowflake settles gentleslow,
Where the forest teems with undergrowth,
Absence seems a sweet but fleeting thing.
Stitched LipsHer lips, soft like old paperStitched Lips4 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. ]
death by apathy.of all the weaponsdeath by apathy.6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in your arsenal, silence
is your sharpest sword
He isn't you.He isn't wishful paper cranes,He isn't you.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or Paris dreams during cold
Autumn nights. He isn't You.
But, he's trying so hard to
make me forget [ you you you ]
like pressed flowers hidden
between the bindings of
unfinished books, placed
at the top of dusty shelves.
His eyes are supernovas,
dead and lonely.
They don't sparkle like
your blue ocean irises.
But He loves me.
I can feel it through
shy smiles and the way
he touches me with
gentle artist fingers.
[ He makes
me want to write
p o e t r y. ]
prologe- The Night Liversprologe- The Night Livers5 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
Cemetery CatsThe wolves were out that nightCemetery Cats4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and all of the hook laden quips
that we concocted
fell upon lips
like a hummingbird's whisper.
Then, they ignited into flames
like burning stars.
That should have been us:
beautiful ash, supernova romance
with tongue and fingers soaked in ink.
We always did find the taste of Heaven
stale, like coffee three days old.
And with that taste still lingering,
you were a walking oxymoron.
A sinner come to save
these easily swayed, glass bones
from smashing into oblivion.
I longed to taste that wild,
untamed energy beneath your skin.
Devour that dragons heart,
and tattoo love along the bruises
I begged you to leave on my arms.
[ The 7 deadly sins wrapped up
into one nasty little Pisces. ]
You made me violent.
Names come and go,
but the race of these
rose petal hearts
wont easily be forgotten.--
As we spent our nights in graveyards,
with ghosts, in the company of
stone angels and cemetery cats-
Whispering our secrets to the dead.
Tragedy of the Fantasy.Look up in the cloudy sky.Tragedy of the Fantasy.5 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.
General Purpose Love LetterDear: _______________________General Purpose Love Letter7 years ago in Humor More Like This
My love! For too long I have kept my feelings secret. It's time I told you how I really feel, because:
[ ] It's making me crazy.
[ ] It's making my spouse crazy.
[ ] My therapist won't shut up about it.
[ ] The cops will be here any moment and there's no time.
Quite honestly, I'm a little obsessed. How can I make you understand? Let me try:
[ ] I tattooed your name on my body.
[ ] I tattooed your name on my spouse's body.
[ ] I changed all my pet's names to honor you.
[ ] Even the voices in my head are a little afraid of me now.
Whenever I think of you, I:
[ ] Dream of us together, forever.
[ ] Imagine what it would be like to hold you for a time.
[ ] Spasm, pass out, and wake up in a puddle of... um...
[ ] Push harder on the accelerator.
Your voice makes me:
[ ] Sigh contentedly.
[ ] Tremble like a leaf.
[ ] Tremble like a leaf-blower.
[ ] Imagine a choir of angels with loofahs.
I made a gift for you.
The Power of Spoken WordIf I could give a voiceThe Power of Spoken Word4 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.
Before I Lit The CandleI was sleeping whereBefore I Lit The Candle5 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.
OPEN WINDOWSevergreen sifts through open windows,OPEN WINDOWS8 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.
in-between and perhapsIn-between one night and the nextin-between and perhaps4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or perhaps between one year and a thousand
I'll dance my way to the moon
On the tops of stairs made of light
And underneath the stars
And I'll catch a handful of sand
Just to let it all fall away
Because what is beauty
Without time and timelessnes
Without knowing that we all fall at some point
Perhaps you'll call me foolish
And truly, I can see why that is what you say
But perhaps I'll find a few, or they'll stumble across me
And maybe they'll find beauty in words on a page
And once I come down from that lovely moon
From a place from beyond the stars
Perhaps someone I love will sing me a lullaby
So that I don't have to stay away for very long
SAKURASAKURA5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Peuple du soleil levant
fier et patient
tu te relèveras.
RussiaxReader - StruggleRussiaxReader - Struggle3 years 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
Gravity SucksI'm glad I can't fly,Gravity Sucks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because as much as I wish I could,
I'm afraid I'd never want to land.