p r o m i s e."I need you."p r o m i s e.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"I love you."
The PlagiaristI am a plagiarist, I am a thief of words.The Plagiarist10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing I say is my own
Everything I have heard before.
Not a word original.
So heed this warning:
Before you read poetry,
Before you read prose,
Check over your shoulder
Around the corner,
In the closet,
Under you bed,
Don't think too hard or I might yank words directly from you head.
Because I am a plagiarist, I am a thief of words.
I just take the words you say and jumble them all up
So you don't realize the words I'm reciting
Are really…………your own.
Kaboom - XII - PoetryKaboom - XII - Poetry7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as time colludes with your decision
past the point of swift revision
in the ambit of perdition
on this eventual occasion
when naught is left but dour persuasion
past the point of instigation
what will be your resolution
if my plea meets dissolution
and barren obscures this confusion
from this dire transmutation
before the callous castigation
and any further tribulation
if you heed not this premonition
then kismet in all its precision
will sanction our permanent partition
LadesOlmayacak düşleri üflüyorumLades7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tal vez -2-Tal vez -2-5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tal vez la cuenta atrás se haya acabado, pero tú luces tan encantador como siempre.
Tu sonrisa, tu esmoquin, tu elegante frac de color noche.
Atractivo, vistoso, arrebatador.
Puede que mañana ya no me despierte el despertador a las siete, ni que vuelva a maldecir por lo bajo su estridente chillido, pero tú lucirás tan encantador como siempre.
El cabello revuelto y descuidado.
Luz de luna atrapada en ellos.
Dulce, amable y confiado.
Quizás ya sea mi última día pisando este suelo, esta calle, esta ciudad. New York sigue indiferente, tras el transcurso de las horas; pero tú luces encantador esta noche.
Ojos azules cuál zafiros.
¿Qué mas puedo pedir?
Quizás sea mi último suspiro, mi último adiós, mi último beso.
Quizás me entregué a tus brazos sin más.
Pero tú seguirás luciendo encantador esta noche.
True and HaikuArt is lingerie;True and Haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
silk and satin draped upon
our starving egos.
You've been on my mind...Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.You've been on my mind...8 years ago in General More Like This
Copper WingsLips painted into a sweet, innocent smile,Copper Wings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Milky-blue eyes reflecting the dying sun.
Plastered fingers curl a lock of copper hair
Behind an ever-listening earlobe.
Worn coats, scarves, woolen gloves,
Strewn carelessly across a firelit rug.
She buries her ivory face in my shivering arm,
Pressing a smile to my goose-pimpled skin.
We huddle together in a cold-haunted mess,
Watching the light slither carelessly
Into a canopy of curly, breathless smoke.
Across the whitened tarmac,
I catch sight of wind-whipped auburn,
As she waves between the passing cars.
A warming smile tugs at my lips,
As I take a baby step forward,
Into a suffocating oblivion.
In the space of a winter's breath,
A lover's heartbeat,
She steps into the frostbitten air,
Before soaring on snowy wings,
With the aid of a moving metal shell.
Her tears, replaced with a gush of thick red,
Pouring from her open mouth,
Gaping in a silent scream.
Her godly halo disappears,
And she comes a-crashing,
Head first on the ice-glazed conc
The Love ShackThe Love Shack9 years ago in General More Like This
Far away, thousand of miles from here, there is a black mountain. And on that black mountain, hiding in the mist of a forest, there is a small shack. And inside that shack there is a box, and in that box there is a heart. My heart, so no one can ever break it. Not even you. Even if you try, you will not be able to break my heart.
I'm here, with you.
I'm all here, touching your skin, gazing at you naked, inviting as silk.
We're together, but you are angry at me for meeting with others, for not living together. You're angry at me for not telling you I love you.
I can't love you. My heart is far away, thousand of miles from here, inside a shack, inside a box.
You are always so serious. Smile once in a while; don't take life so hard. We are doing all right as it is, aren't we?
No heart. We don't need the heart to have a good time. You don't have to handle commitment with this kind of seriousness.
"I'm leaving you, and you will end up alone" you said. "Good" I said.
"If you want to
HonestyHonesty4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Why can no one ever be completely honest with me?
Being too polite.
Not giving me straight answers.
Dancing around a subject.
I would rather have people blunt with me,
Than find out the hard way later on.
But no one ever tells me the full truth.
I hate words.
No, not words, the way people use them.
It's sad that you can't often express yourself as much as you'd like.
That you can't let your thoughts and emotions be free.
Because others would react badly.
And no one wants that.
I wish you could take risks without fearing the consequences,
Throw yourself out there and let the world do its worst.
But right now, that's not possible.
I understand the reason for being polite.
But sometimes, just sometimes,
I really wish we didn't have to be.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." Dr. Seuss.
electric girlandelectric girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i was there
electric in the people and the neon
hands wide like rivers, like summer,
mouth open, eyes shut.
and, there you were
dusk road and darkening
bare-backed and tall
smile wide like texas, like thunder,
a nicotine kickdrum heart.
we pressed close to strangers
like they were lovers
sweat-slicked and star-crossed,
closed our wounds with salt and earth
city skylines and bass-line spines
and you kissed me in the dust
in the heaviest of suns
arms up, palms out,
hip to hip, beat for beat,
Tell MeTell me,Tell Me2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Does her name still vibrate through your core
On warm, gusty nights
When the lovesick perfume of honeysuckle
Tired.I, am tired.Tired.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tired of feeling.
Tired of all the hard work of healing.
Tired of failing.
Tired of falling.
I am tired of things,
People, and notions.
Tired of people,
And tired of their motions.
Tired of their talk
Tired of their commotion.
Tired of everything
Inside and out
Tired of hating
Too tired to pout
I just wish,
Wish I could live,
Some place to forgive
Some place to wish
And wish I shall do
Wish to not be tired
Oh, please wish,
Kaboom - XIX - Short StoryKaboom - XIX - Short Story7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Queens Consort
I stand amongst the carnage that surrounds me. I am silent as I gaze at the wreckage around me, blood dripping from my wounds, from my weapons, gushing from the corpses that litter the field and town and destroyed buildings and layer the streets. It has been a slaughter.
And I loved it, every minute, hour, day. I love the yelling and shouting, the screams of the injured, the groans of the dieing, the sounds of steel clashing against steel, the quick draw of sword against sheath, the thunks of arrows finding their marks, embedded deep in the flesh of the enemy. I love the smells of smoke and sweat and blood and fire, love the battle cries and curses and grunts of man pitted against man, locked in the primeval struggle for power and survival and supremacy. I love the fury of a burning inferno, the flash of metal flying through the air, the fleeting glimpse of an arrow, the
Flying HomeFlying Home8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It doesnt take
To fly home to you.
It takes imagination,
And a strong pair of arms.
© 2007 Mark Pearce
ProcrastinateI waste chances and stumbleProcrastinate10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
until I'm left with nothing at all,
into darkness I fumble,
while Spring turns to Fall.
Why am unable to change things
How can it be,
that I'm condemned to a pattern,
a pattern that I cannot even see
Sometimes its distraction
or that I just didn't care
sometimes there was an opportunity,
that I don't even know was there
And I pick up the pieces
and I promise I"ll change
something inside of me
I"ll try to rearrange
Getting started is the hard part
I have to do it now,
but getting started is the problem
I've never figured out how.
the trans-, the pan- and the asexual. i.the trans-, the pan- and the asexual.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He couldn't feel like a boy
And a girl
At the same time.
So he grew his hair long
With colorful dreadlocks
And wore eyeliner
But kept his name.
They told her that
She could either love boys
So she fell in love
With the boy who
Was born as a girl.
He didn't feel love
For the girl with the large chest.
Or the boy with the sparkling eyes.
But that didn't mean
He didn't love them
In his own way.
If that boy's way of loving is
And the boy with the long hair and eyeliner's way of loving is
And the girl who had a taste for personality, not gender's way of loving is
Then aren't we all just
Please Don't Kill Yourself TonightPlease Don't Kill Yourself Tonight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People won't care if you go missing.
They won't care if the police find your corpse the next day.
You won't care because no one else cares, and it hurts to know that.
However, I care.
I care if you never see sunlight again.
I care if visiting your funeral will give you a peaceful afterlife,
even if going means going alone.
I care because no one else cares, and you need to know that.
So please don't kill yourself tonight.
If you do, then no one will truly ever care, except me.