Your Loving DaughterYour Loving Daughter4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm not insane parents,
Don't listen to the accusations,
You said you wouldn't judge,
No matter the expectations,
Mommy had always said,
You are perfect no matter what,
The wrongs that you'll ever do,
Will be left in the dust,
Daddy had told me,
I can never do any wrong,
In his eyes I was extraordinary,
Cunning, beautiful and strong,
Well, I did my wrongs,
The one you said you'd forget,
I took a few simple lives,
So what if I don't regret?
A monster did you say?
But mama you had promised!
I was your little angel,
The one you'd love the longest,
Where are you going?
Don't try and struggle away!
You said you'd be beside me forever,
That you would always stay!
You both said you would love me,
No matter the pain or slaughter,
Don't run away my family,
I'm your adored daughter.
A Brand New NameI wanted to start all over again,A Brand New Name4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I wanted to be another man.
I wanted to change my ways,
I wanted to break my days.
I had to find another me,
I just had to see it clearly.
I tried to see it very hard,
and then I found what was in my heart.
I found the real person inside,
the person who had almost died.
I've always played a silent game,
Now I only need a brand new name.
Flowers of humanityLife records every little moment in every individual's life; it directs exactly where your headingFlowers of humanity4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Even the factor choice in the equation doesn't slow it down; it continues on adjusting and bending
This contraption we call life is filled with bolts and cogs with an algorithm sending us to our destiny
It doesn't follow the orders we choose but the worlds as our thoughts are evaluated as loony
Yet this mechanism gets it right placing us saying, doing exactly where we need to be
This function excavating our paths through life may be accepted by the weak but not by me
We are not bewildered kittens locked in a destiny's dungeons
We are all deviant artistic heroes and we were born to liberate others with our light
My brothers and sisters allow hope to fill your actions and fight on till our dying day like Trojans
For the fear that rains inside of us is as fake as the deception of sight
We are all meant to fly like phoenixes unbound by the fears of death as hope lies in the ashes
And it breaks my heartI write these poems to break my own fallAnd it breaks my heart5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You don't have the ability to love me,I know this.
Iv been rejected before Iv asked the question
That Iv been screaming in my head.
And it breaks my heart
You take the love I have for you and put it into
a heart pumping someone else's blood.
You think of me as a common passer-by.
You look at me as if Im an actress suffering for
And it breaks my heart
My love for you is eternal, always there when you
My love never fades.
My only question is: if I kiss you were its sore,
will you feel it?
You break my heart, but
I love you in spite of it.
can you see me?Every time I look at you my heart jumps.can you see me?5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Every time I exhale I gently whisper your name.
Every chance I get I walk as close to you as I can get without being noticed.
I inhale your scent until our briefly connected
paths part, Sending you back to your world, and me
alone to mine.
You never seem to notice me. Like Im a ghost, fading
in and out of the lives of the people around us.
You don't hear my cries of desperation.
The cries of a child who maybe too young to understand
I may be young, I may be foolish to want your affection, But I have felt love.
I recognize its touch.
I starve for you to feel that too.
When you look at me, I want you to see me.
I want to scream, I want to cry!
You still don't notice the obvious love I carry in
In my heart for you!
You ignore my presence like Im not even human!
When you look at me you don't see me.
Anger and HatredWhat is this, This feeling?Anger and Hatred4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is this anger, or is it hatred?
I don't like the way it feels, this feeling.
But when I give you the benefit of my foolish doubt
and you let me down every time,
I have no other feeling inside my husk of a body.
Is it anger or is it hatred?
Can you let me feel, just this once,
what I have been to you all these years.
A half of a whole?
A slave to your tiny attention span?
What is it exactly, do you think I agreed to?
It could be anger but maybe hatred?
Hope is an evil killer.
I have fallen from high ones many times.
I have succumbed to the deadliest of sins,
a combination of both anger and hatred.
Maybe though, you can convince me
that Im not the evil sinner you made me.
Its both anger and hatred
thank you for clearing that up for me
WinterThe damp light thrown by overcast skiesWinter5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The musty smell of old books, and peppermint tea
remind me of the way the snow would soften
the noise resonating from the houses and the city nearby
and drape me in beautiful white silence
oh how I long for the winter months.
Alone In The DarkAlone In The Dark5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are days
when I feel
all the colors
have drained away
and I float
on a lake
of pristine glass
beneath a sky
bereft of meaning
and regrets flutter
like desperate wings
against the walls
of boxed memories
all treasured tokens
adrift and alone
in the dark...
Home Sweet HomeHome Sweet Home4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Off in the distance a dark house sits
Light shines through the windows
like eyes peering into the night
Smoke rises from the chimney
like the last cigarette of the night
Above the stars twinkled like
Luck Be a Lady
A brick fire place
climbs the side of the house,
on its face crawls a grape vine
Spider like legs stretch from branch to branch
Winter is in the air so no raisins are on the vine
Snow lies on the front lawn,
a blanket to keep out the chill
White and fluffy and full of diamonds
Marching over the fields like Caligula
and then dragged away like that same Caligula
Burned only halfway and thrown into a empty grave
Trees with outstretched fingers
and wind that screams murder
on paint chipped walls
The branches scrape the roof top
and as stories are told, the sound
of a man that has been buried alive...
This place I call Home
Giving UpWhen all hope is lost,Giving Up4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the darkness falls upon you
Like a suffocating shroud,
When everyone else turns their back and walks away,
Sorry, this is really bad.....
When you stumble hopelessly,
Searching for that answer,
When all your dreams have evaporated
Into the scorching winter's air of reality,
There's no flow to these unreal words.....
leavesLeaves play around my feetleaves4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Make circles, turn round and round
They're following my heartbeat
Fragility kisses the ground
Leaves in colours of decay
Dancing as if on a ball
On a blanket of soil they lay
Yellow children of the fall
Leaves follow the breath of life
One last dance before they die
Summer's gone, they won't thrive
I say farewell and leaves fly
The Real Monsters of the NightShe doesn't like to sleep at nightThe Real Monsters of the Night4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Because she fears that monsters live under her bed
Her daddy looks for her but doesn't see anything
Then heads back to his room and falls asleep
She lies awake fearing they are climbing into her room
She hears a spooky noise then runs screaming for her Mommy
The mother soothes her child and wraps her in a blanket
Then sets her gently back into bed
She awakes from a nightmare of a monster trying to eat her
Then runs to her parents room fearing for her life
They tell her it was just a bad dream and to go back to sleep
She walks away slowly wishing they'd understand
She cries into her pillow that night
Because there really is a monster that haunts her
It is always alert and watching
Waiting for the chance it can take her captive again
She is scared beyond belief
Because the monster is addicted to her
And will do anything to get his hands on her
Because he is a dirty minded criminal
She fears he will strike again
Say a prayerLooking out over steady water, looking for another future,Say a prayer4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I never knew it would come around again,
How'd it get so cold, I'm too young to be this old,
Let me raise my voice on a haunted wind
Watch the clouds rolling in, a storm that never ends
I swore tomorrow would be different
Well tomorrows here today, everything's exactly the same
And yet another day is spent
Live your life like there's nothing left,
look at the sky with brand new eyes,
If you keep seeing things the same old way,
You'll be trapped in the same old lies,
Send a prayer for the lonely daughter,
Send a prayer to the broken son,
You can scrub your sins away in the holy water,
But when the night is over and another day is done,
If you just keep doing what yesterday dictates,
You'll only have the same old pain,
the same love and hates,
So send a prayer to your holy heaven,
Send a prayer to the keeper of your hell,
And when you're done whispering your words,
Raise your voice and say a prayer for yours
Gray RosesGray Roses5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sob was quiet
splitting the worn seams
of the starless night
impaling the delicate balance
into splinters of disarray
while the rain washed away
all evidence of sorrow
now mingled and fallen
blanching the frail blooms
of scent and color
what is life without love
if not a bouquet of gray roses?
They're GoneThe world spins faster around meThey're Gone4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As the stars and trees rush into blurs
I call out the sounds of a helpless creature
But nobody hears my words
I rise up higher toward the moon
The world spins and rushes too fast
I see the memories of a once lived life
And not a single moment lasts
Each deed and feeling is lost in the wind
Whether it was right or wrong
Days last minutes, moments, seconds
And with a turn of the earth, they're gone
In The RainI could see a ghost buried alive,In The Rain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curled tightly beneath folded leaves,
and branches stripped bare from this past winter.
She writhed in pain without moving at all,
caught in a wind that wasn't,
crying out in a noiseless whisper.
I had to close my eyes to remove myself from the scene.
What had happened to this creature to bring this...
this existence that reaches levels beyond any hell Dante could have known?
I want to reach out to her,
to brush the silken strands away from the sun bleached bone,
but I don't.
She'll infect me,
I know it.
She'll infect me with her misery,
her pained essence,
and I can't have that.
I find myself infected with a life that couldn't be far from hers,
and to add her sickness to my own...
How much faster would it take me to her?
I should do the right thing:
I should call someone for her;
help her from this place;
hide her from the light;
sing her a song,
for she is truly one of the missing.
What does it ma
mimicyou mold my reality to match the fashionmimic5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
statement of the porcelain you eat off of.
Like a child you see me as your toy.
Painless, emotionless, artificial.
My mouth is sewn in a false eternal smile,
hiding inside what was always denied for so many years.
Your hand is warm but your heart is cold,
your lungs blackened, and your blood is soot.
Your skin feels as though its filled with sand.
You are an animal, faceless, infinite.
Untouched by the hatred of so many.
My glassy eyes show your reflection
and hide my shame.
I was created in your image,
to walk the path you do after you die.
I was created to be just like you.
But I am real, not just an mimic of your image.
All these years pass leaving me to
forever remain a nameless plaything.
To forever remain trapped under the overbearing weight of
Although I'll leave, these thoughts of you never will.
To me you will forever remain...a child.
Realyou couldn't bear real -Real6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way it slammed doors
and rattled the stairs
slipping under your feet.
it hurt your eyes
to watch it -
sepia and grey,
scratched in glass
and lost behind the cupboard.
you knew it played tricks -
it burned your fingers
and hid your watches.
it stole summer
and all those moments
you thought the sun was shining
just for you.
it took up half the world
all those vicious little lies
while you slept
and kept the dawn
from breaking your window down.
it left you stranded,
high and mighty,
with the very best sins
that made your friends jealous.
but every time
you tried to make it apologize
or put a new dress on it,
you felt the words
just fall through the floor
and the air grow impossible
under your gladrags
and new accents
you knew what was said
behind your back
and what nothing felt like
first thing in the morning
and that your face
was the last thing
on god's mind.
Love StoryShe found pleasureLove Story4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the strong drink
of his smile,
and how warm his voice
below her breasts,
her toes curling up
as she met the breath of him
on winter nights.
She dreamed of the nape
of his neck -
how each pore
bristled with pride
and made her guess
and how his forehead
each fine hair
arching its back
at her kiss
like the wonder of discovering
a new meaning
for the rain.
Another LamentAnother Lament5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a shade beyond the pale
so near translucent
a wraith of memory
skims along hollow places
and darkened chambers
of a heart near numb
echoes of what might have been
but was never meant to be
another grave lament
of this mortal sojourn
I wasn't always alone...
Bar FlyRising to your feetBar Fly7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your hips sway and lurch
Under the pent up neon
Where you hold court
On chipped linoleum
And tattered carpet
And garish kisses
Tricked out like demons.
Wine mottles your cheeks
And swells your lips
And makes you giddy
With lies from childhood.
Your mouth bursts its secrets
Tongue knotted with regrets,
And ragged photos kept under your pillow
Spill over your lap
In the slow fade of afternoon
Where wasted time is an art.
Your eye catches
The uneasy audience
Assembled to take you apart
And crucify you
With rusted pins
That strafe the night
And pull down the stars
Forget Me NotDon't forget me.Forget Me Not5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I may not have done anything extraordinary or spectacular.
I may not have cured cancer or flown to the moon.
I may not have played in the big leagues or risen to the top of the corporate world.
I may not have even been anyone's mother or father, brother or sister.
But I existed.
I was a name among billions, a face in the crowd.
You may not have noticed me as you walked past me in the street, but I was there; silently watching you as you comfortably ignored everyone around you.
I was the one who did the things that you never thought of, the things you didn't dream of for horror that you may need to complete them yourself.
I was the one who quietly listened to your murmurings of dissent against the world and wordlessly sympathised with you for the tomorrow you so longed for.
I was the one who heard you dream big and silently encouraged you to follow that dream; fearing that any word coming from me would be seen as scandalous.
I was invisible to you but I was there for yo
Prize: Fairytale-PxF OneshotOnce upon a time~</b>Prize: Fairytale-PxF Oneshot7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If I were to say that I believed in happy endings when I was a child, Id be lying. As a young girl, I never experienced love. All I ever experienced was approval and disappointment. You see, my mother died when I was only three years of age and that left me to grow up with my father. In my fathers eyes, I was a mistake. I was supposed to be his heir, his son. But I ended up being a female which left him with two daughters and no one to continue the family name. Therefore, my father saw it fit that I become a prodigy, someone who could bring honor to our name and continue his legacy.
When I was five, my father took in a boy by the name of Miles Edgeworth and began to train him to become a prosecuting attorney. He cared for Miles and treated kindly, just as he would a son. I grew angry with Miles and refused to accept him into our family. I constantly teased him and I would call him Little brother just to show that I was the
pieces of youi keep finding pieces of you.pieces of you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under the piano
where you hid
when the room got loud
in the hall closet
where mother put you
during storms and you
thought the coats
a used shadow
in the pool house,
under the old canvas tarp
breathing in the corner.
and on the porch
where you slept,
naked and lost
those raw parts
you asked me
to keep safe.