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 - Poetry6 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
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
LadesOlmayacak düşleri üflüyorumLades6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
Thirty MinutesThirty Minutes3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have thirty minutes
This clock is ticking
My pulse is getting weaker
As I stare blankly up at the ceiling
Thoughts of you
Fill my vision
I wish you could see how deeply
Madly in love with you I am
And how much you've hurt me so
My vision is starting to blur
My senses are becoming less attuned
It's almost time
Tears form in my eyes
I think about my very last breath
How soon it will be here
I'm not ready to die
There's so much more I wanted to do
I'd give anything
To just be friends with you again
To see your smile
To hear your laugh
Oh how I long to hear your sweet, wonderful voice
Whispering nothing but love in my ear
To experience the blissful sensation of your fingertips brushing against my skin
Your green eyes melting me into a pool of euphoria
Where did it all go?
Where did you go?
Why did you leave me?
So many questions left unanswered
So many things left unsaid
I'm growing tired now
I'm fighting so hard to keep my eyes open
Though I k
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.
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
Flying HomeFlying Home7 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
True and HaikuArt is lingerie;True and Haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
silk and satin draped upon
our starving egos.
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,
Drowning In ThoughtMisinterpreted text.Drowning In Thought5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A label read wrongly.
The scream of thought,
I provoke my inner mind.
Drowning in the pleasure
Of reading out the future
And creating my own view
On the events around me.
Though this song is so alone,
So very deep in solitude.
But I'll hum it while I
Drink my tiny imagination
and the beautiful arrangements
Of my crystalline ideals.
Not so irrationalI crossed my legs under my skirt,Not so irrational2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wishing away promises,
I feared he would keep.
You've been on my mind...Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.You've been on my mind...7 years ago in General 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.
The Love ShackThe Love Shack8 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
ProcrastinateI waste chances and stumbleProcrastinate9 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.
What Mental Illness Feels LikeIt feels like you're a prisonerWhat Mental Illness Feels Like6 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
Inverno _ Winterwinter stung the end of my nose, asInverno _ Winter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we wandered down the street, your
softest fur scarf, warming my neck,
winter was upon us, but the skeletal
trees were our friends.
they were our friends, once.
you were so nice then, lying on the ottoman,
in the foyer of the hotel, waiting for me,
cocoa in hand, and grin upon your face
you knew how to warm my heart.
you knew how to warm my heart, then.
i wrote my name upon your heart,
and yours upon mine, i shouldn't have
used sharpie, because the lettering is
thunder cracks in the distance, a cold yet
comforting sound, that engulfs my all,
and steals my heart's ache.
bring me back to this place,
one day when i am warmer,