p r o m i s e."I need you."p r o m i s e.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"I love you."
The PlagiaristI am a plagiarist, I am a thief of words.The Plagiarist11 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.
Please Don't Kill Yourself TonightPlease Don't Kill Yourself Tonight4 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.
You've been on my mind...Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.You've been on my mind...9 years ago in General More Like This
Tell MeTell me,Tell Me3 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
LadesOlmayacak düşleri üflüyorumLades8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired.I, am tired.Tired.4 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,
Not so irrationalI crossed my legs under my skirt,Not so irrational3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wishing away promises,
I feared he would keep.
What Mental Illness Feels LikeIt feels like you're a prisonerWhat Mental Illness Feels Like8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In your own mind
Holding you hands up to your
Looking glass eyes
But not able to escape
It feels like being close to yourself
All the time
But not knowing who you are
Wanting to get close to others
But terrified of letting them in
It feels like wanting to kill all your emotions
So you don't hurt anymore
It feels like the physical pain you cause yourself
Just to kill all the pain
You hold buried inside
It feels like starving your body
Because you feel like a bad person
And like you need to be punished
For all the things you've done - past and present
That those around you say weren't your fault anyway
It feels like memories
Haunting and teasing you
Always there, and never going away
All the things they did to you
And the way they made you feel
It feels like fear
Fear that this is all you'll ever know
That all hope is lost for you
And people will give up
And label you something you're not
It feels like being free
Finally finding someone else
True and HaikuArt is lingerie;True and Haiku5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
silk and satin draped upon
our starving egos.
Tal vez -2-Tal vez -2-6 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.
these words.take a look: these words are beatbeatbeating just below the surface.these words.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
these words are living things with hungry mouths, souls with voices loud enough to echo against the canyon walls of heaven. they are splintering my bones and demanding more breathing room, filtering through my pores and piling at the soles of my feet. they are reckless and impatient, knocking against my conscience and demanding i set them free. they are flocks of birds and herds of mustangs, loose cannons without an idea of where they'll land but shooting forward regardless.
these words are pulsing with the life i've been feeding them, stealing my sleep and gnawing on the edges of my sanity. they are charging my veins and overriding my nervous system, throwing rebel cries against the back of my tongue and bleeding through the pages until i bend to their demands. they are salty with tears and sweet with ambition. they want nothing less than the entire spectrum of emotion and are draining me dry until they e
Read Me RealRead Me RealRead Me Real4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the person to breathe you real
Reawaken perfect in any age
I house every moment you hold dear
Receptacle of your every hope and fear
Witness to your anger when you engage
Returned again to breathe you real
Memories still fresh of how we feel
Locked together on third eye's stage
All the moments that I hold dear
I can hear your voice when I hold you near
Give you my mind, free of your cage
A playground for me to breathe you real
Come with me again on time line's wheel
Do not be afraid to turn the page
Our story has all the moments I hold dear
It's our voices on the wind we hear
All it takes for me to be assuaged
Stories on the wind when I breathe you real
Stories in my mind, moments I hold dear
PropinquityThe romance that pulses through myPropinquity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
veins craves unison. Forcing my body
to whirl in directions unknown, compelling
me to run wild across the soft earth.
As the sun pulls the Earth towards it,
I am pulled towards your body, your
spirit, your heart.
I long to belong in your arms, let me belong
in your arms please. Under the starlight,
I wish to be at peace with you, complete
harmony, universal intimacy.
Could I? Should I? Build a bridge to you,
communicate my appreciation, initiate
first contact with a form alien to mine.
Your love denied an unexplored
continent, no explorer left to
circumnavigate the futures that could
have occurred between you and me.
You were just a collection of neurons
firing while my eyes were closed, our
history was a fabrication of my mind,
with no substance to ensure our
continuity the synapses slowly wither
at the sound of your name, trying to
counteract the pain I created.
I tried to shift the plates beneath my
chest, to align my heart wit
Sweet Tunes - FFM 2010The only way to appease the creature was to play music at it the older music the better. Whenever the music stopped, it'd stop its melodic swaying, freeze, and then let out the most terrifying and deadly cry. Eardrums bursting, glass shattering, electronics exploding, eyeballs melting that kind of cry.Sweet Tunes - FFM 20106 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
After that, it would disappear, only to reappear at the most inconvenient place imaginable, ready to explode again. If those around it valued their spleens, they would start digging for their MP3-players right away. The more musical amongst us might start a serenade, or some kind of ad-libbed drumming session on whatever's nearby.
But the creature's appetites for quality only increased as the days passed and no-one had yet figured out a way to communicate, capture or otherwise kill the thing. The tinny sound of a radio would only calm it for so long, sometimes even making it angry enough to lash out a protuberance and destroy the offending equipment. Then it woul
The Love ShackThe Love Shack10 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
My Devil.i saw the devil on the other sideMy Devil.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the world he was wrapping up
his wrists, this was going to be the
he told me to face my demons
take them by the throat and throw
them down, find the strength of
revelation, for the tribulation will
destroy us all.
i would sacrifice my body and
my very soul to get this out of
me, the gift has become a burden,
even my blood doesn't have the cure.
then from the other side, he whispered:
"you disgust me so, your breath is poison,
and your eyes are simply glass how
hast thou survived so long? with no sense
and with no being, do tell me so, for i need to