BitterweedBitterweed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the crows have taken their pound of flesh and eaten it raw,
dragging their voices down the chalkboard sky.
medicated, i watch them feed with empty Auschwitz eyes,
every day is the same claustrophobic affair over again.
i miss the taste of axenic fear in my throat,
but my new world is monochrome and i am forced to swallow their synthetic ambrosia.
twisted into my fetal pose, i mark the walls misted from my metric breath,
they say those in glass houses.. but i have no stones to throw
or i would waste this crystal mausoleum from the inside.
they nailed my wings to the floor,
they keep me tranquilized and tell me this is home.
the shower drains are clotted with famous last words,
this is where savages and wandering savants come to die.
i am the leaden albatross around my own neck,
my metamorphosis brought me here.
Thirty MinutesThirty Minutes4 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
Wizard of OzWomen fighting over red shoes -- predictable.Wizard of Oz5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
leadenFields of sodden and gray wonderleaden7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
held sway on bubbling laughter
Just see the edge of forgiveness for another
wandering Death smile
Too many questions in the air
Too many faces in that lonely place
Grasping straws and letting go
Drowning in the cemetery
Ribbons tying love to regret
Blasted furnace of her heart
Blackened ashes snowing
Tightrope walking from the start
There she was again; just normal control
Pulling clumps of weeds
as the best friend died
Build complicated reasons
No net to catch her now
Out-shined by brutality
Its all old now
Faithfully lapping sweaty tongues
on fading Percocet
Who gets Mystified?
The sun shows sweeter
and simpler truths
Feel Sober breaking veins
loosening the strains
Tilt her head to the stars
Beat her heart into mercy
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.
A Game of WordsCreated from the dust of earthA Game of Words8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound tightly by
Sharp brambled love
Prone to wonder
Lust and hate
Speaking only truth
Abnegation has no part
Flights of wanton fancy
Forgetting all it never ought
Aspiring to virtue
Yet irreparably flawed
An inconstant maelstrom
Until the last setting of the sun
A conclusion of sorts
Stilling then forevermore.
Smoking and Cigarettes HaikusWriting a haikuSmoking and Cigarettes Haikus4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
About cigarettes is very
Challenging, you know?
All I know is that
I need to quit smoking soon.
But it's hard to quit.
But it's one of those
Weeks where I need to smoke and
downCatching the last scents of Duskdown7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Fallen beneath you
Goddess of the severed light
Snatch nature to your Will
More lust than forgiveness
Penetrating resolve from
temperamental Holy fires
I came upon you there
Praying for the kill
Another serpent in the grass
Make water into wine
Darker clouds marking Black reasoning
I was always tired of being
Walk forthright into those teeth
Dripping insanity pushing me further
Here we were all 7s again
Maybe this time the cold earth
would beg resolve
Gripping tears onto the thing Man fears
And here you come, wrapped in ashen wings
Again harder than light
Offer me more than just hope
Offer me more
Let the demons dance in your name
Come down to me
arachnophobiaCaught up in the shadowsarachnophobia6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under the bed.
A familiar warm spot,
burrowing into my forehead.
1s and 0s played out
a sick fantasy.
Hold on to lesser dreams
Play in the fields of the
Hope against Hope to
Hold on, stay inside.
Loose radio transmissions
reminded me that this was
all an illusion.
Deeper voids in the Closet,
shook me all night long.
The rain outside played
with my heart.
Along came a spider
and made me love her.
Wait on MeWait on Me4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I start feeling suffocated,
Not wanting to get out of bed,
Why, oh why, do you do this to me?
I'm exhausted, can't you see?
When no one seems to care,
My own sorrow in my hair,
I don't know if I belong,
Time just keeps ticking on.
Every minute of every day,
Seems to just fly away,
Moments that would be so dear,
Are silenced with deadlines near.
Why cant the world just wait,
And give the tired minds a break?
InsomniaDreams. Nightmares. Unforgettable nights of longing for the things so far away. For the things that scare me. Pleasant tales of love, overthrown by stories of hell itself - all unfolding around my bed. My red sheets are the bloodstains on the gray wall one night, a bouquet of roses the next.Insomnia7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
What are dreams? Imaginary places of make-believe happiness, as if some form of natural prozac? Realms where fantasy is pushed beyond the borders of our very imagination?
I can't tell. I don't want to. My dreams are chapters of the book of my life, they're the red ribbon on the edge of the next page. Never managed to do much reading with my eyes open. Why, God why, would anyone want to live in something as shallow as reality?
Being awake is torture. It's a red car flashing over the gray asphalt, it's the fast lane with me behind the wheel - pointless and fatal. I never got my license, you know. And for good reason; I don't want to control things. I don't need any kind of control, all I need pure fr