IndividualityIndividuality.Individuality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something special in each of us.
A uniqueness that will never fade.
Never have a fear to stand out.
Jump from the shadows.
Be different and
No hiding allowed.
Be weird in your way.
You'll earn respect.
Just for being yourself
I'd Rather Stay in the DarkLife starts and ends the same way; with a bright light.I'd Rather Stay in the Dark3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A. Bright. Blinding. Light.
Like sandpaper grating against my eyes,
and pushing against my face,
pinning me to the ground under its weight.
Until I forget how to....to...
And everything is good again,
that moment where darkness ensues and then,
and I feel familiar shadows draw near.
Until I remember my eyes are meant to...to...
Fumbling through the actions of the day,
before my mind is set ablaze,
with fires that sibilate then holler out,
catching onto my clothing, forming hot coals upon my mouth.
With blistered lips, and scorching eyes, I realize I'm meant to...to...
And then peace, there it was again,
Leading me through a promenade,
we do the Charleston, and sway.
Then the revelation...Am I truly meant to...to...
Life starts and ends with a bright light, but I'd rather stay in the dark.
On Healing"Live lifeOn Healing3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
so as that in the end
you can look back and say
I've healed more than I've hurt."
Thoughts of an InsomniacI wander the hallways at nightThoughts of an Insomniac3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing really much in mind.
Seeing the stars,
Feeling a breeze,
Watching birds fly above
As down below
People make love.
I ponder life's essential questions
The Big Ones:
Why are we here?
What's the meaning of life
(Other than forty-two,
According to Douglas Adams)
Then I consider this:
As philosophers ponder life's questions
And come up with quotations,
Teachings others may learn from
As they do this
Are they really living?
For foremost in my mind
Is this thought:
You find out the meaning of life
By living it.
Not by overthinking it,
Yet, even as I type that,
I discover this revelation:
Is not overthinking
How these philosophers are living?
Thought it still seems obvious to me that the answers
To those Big Questions that sometimes haunt
The human mind or psyche or soul if one wishes
Can only be found by that person.
Nobody else can come up with that answer
Because every person is unique.
We are not all born for th
sinking shipsi feel like we're nothing moresinking ships4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than two ships passing in the darkness
not muttering a word to each other
but silently letting the other
slip away ever so slowly
On Confidence"Walk with confidence,On Confidence3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
even if you know you will trip and fall.
And when you do trip,
laugh it off
and continue on with steady steps."
On Conversing"I talk in circles.On Conversing3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Speaking too much,
yet saying too little."
VoicesVoicesVoices3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They all surround us,
Envelop us in warmth.
Word of praise seem to fall
Oh so easily from lips made of honey.
But that sweetness slowly becomes sticky,
Trapping us like flies.
They all surround us,
Dousing us with cold.
Made of steel and iron,
Stabbing us with daggers aimed to hurt,
To maim and let us know:
Honey is worthless against weapons like these.
They all surround us
At first, a sign of belief
That we can do whatever we put our minds to.
Then comes a first failure
Then another, and another,
Because what we fail to remember is that
But we don't realize until we're trapped
In this sharp-edged box that is inescapable
We can't rise up to these expectations
But nor can we break past the box they surround us in
And act unexpectedly,
In a way others don't believe we will.
And yet, in this box,
Surrounded by this honey and daggers,
Lost MyselfI lost myself when I couldn't see,Lost Myself3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the world was blurred for me.
I couldn't see past my fingertips
So I couldn't see you, just a hop, skip,
Jump away from me.
I lost myself when I was blind.
I couldn't see that you were mine.
Instead I tested and tested you
And couldn't see, you were testing me too,
To see if I was yours as you were mine.
I lost myself when I lost my glasses
A blurry world filled with the masses.
Shoving strangers, weird looks
Everything I had, it took.
My sight was first, then my legs
As I stumbled on, again and again.
I reached out with useless arms
Hoping not to come to harm.
I lost myself
When I lost my sight.
I'll find myself
When I see what's right.
When before my eyes I see
Your silhouette before me
Holding out your arms
To which I may return.
And discover that my sight had not gone
I was never blind.
I just couldn't see
Because you were not close to me.
Home?There's something almost comforting,Home?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about the creaking of the old wood desk,
as I lean upon it for support.
The crick-cracking of the squeaky chair wheels,
across the make-shift floor,
reminds me of a place I knew long ago.
Then there's the click-clacking of the keyboard,
as I write line after line,
sentence after sentence,
verse after verse.
Euphoria spreads through my fingertips,
but the jubilation is short-lived.
Through these poems,
I find a piece of me,
a piece I lost at the age of three.
Through these stanzas,
and countless rhymes,
I find something I've forgotten,
I find a home.
StargazingI'll lay in meadows,Stargazing3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
pretending you are with me,
gazing at the stars.
tiredThere is no light in my eyes.tired3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am tired.
Is it an emotional tiredness?
I can't tell.
I don't know the difference any more.
Cold water on my temples
to try and wake me.
My face is blank
and I appear hollow.
When you come
will that bring me to life?
It used to.
But everything is different
these past few weeks.
I can't keep up.
I feel like an alien.
is a chore.
is in a foreign tounge.
Believe in LoveBelieve that every heartBelieve in Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every person, has the capacity,
Longing, wish, and desire to be
Every person has a heart, yet
Very few wish to show it
Even in front of the person they love.
I've seen it,
Nudged away, tucked away, hidden.
Love lies in the heart, so the heart is hidden.
Outer appearances, though, reveal it.
Vaunted though love is, in poetry and art,
Every person fears it.
One Hundred WordsThis is exactly one hundred words.One Hundred Words4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You asked me to explain how I feel about you in exactly one hundred words. No more, no less. You asked it with confidence that I could.
That I could explain to you every skipped heart beat, every held breath and every blush in so few words. That I could explain the butterflies in my stomach or the sparks that shoot through my nerves when you touch me so easily.
You asked me to tell you how I feel about you in one hundred words. The problem?
I only need three.
I love you.
Keep Your DistanceTruth is...Keep Your Distance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't be around you.
I can't anymore.
I just can't,
Because whenever I'm with you
It all falls apart.
You won't see it,
I crumble on the inside.
I just can't be strong
Trigger after Trigger
hits me because of you.
Because you will NEVER understand
What is happening to me right now.
What I'm dealing with every single second.
It NEVER ends!
You won't understand.
Because what I'm doing now
Hurts WAY worse than any bad habit you have.
Please for the sake of my life
Keep your distance.
Matters of The HeartMy heart is unusual,Matters of The Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
similar to a rose.
It's rough around the edges,
but delicate below.
My heart is unusual,
it stays deep within,
when in reality it's just,
beneath flesh and skin.
My heart is unusual,
too bitter for it's age,
and one too many people believe,
that it cannot change.
My heart is unusual,
it holds love for everyone,
and I try to express it all,
through my poetry and songs.
My heart is unusual,
it seems as hard as stone,
but if you chisel your way in,
you'll find a girl so alone.
My heart is unusual,
it hardly ever skips a beat,
it keeps a steady rhythm,
yet still is controlling me.
My heart is unusual,
it knows not of true love,
but my heart knows how to dream of things,
I'd never dare to dream of.
I don't know what to writeI don't know what to write.I don't know what to write3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But half my writing is mere rambling.
Thoughts jumbled up
Fingers barely able to keep up
Hitting backspace as I type backspace
Trying to keep pace
Clickety-clack goes a keyboard.
But right now?
Words have flown the coop
Where once they bawked-bawked nonsense
Phrases only pretty
Till context surrounds them.
Because that vermillion dress
Was bought with her very first paycheck
The first thing she ever bought for herself.
Because that green dress shirt
Was the first colour he consented to wear
Other than black.
Because everything has a story
A story that wants to be told.
But right now?
No stories are in my mind.
Perhaps my chickens
Have landed in your head.
DelicacySample the wine.Delicacy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mm, it warms the body.
Now sit down.
The monochrome keys are calling.
Ah, the single note.
The beginning of it all.
A melody begins to form
At the very tips of your fingers.
Take another embodying sip.
There we go.
I watched her play.
It was marvelous to behold,
Her normally messy, brown hair
Now glinting gold and amber
Piled up high in curls.
Instead of her usual sweats and jeans
And old, stained T-shirts
She was dressed like a goddess.
The most beautiful woman at the ball
In a flowing attire of midnight violet
A tight bodice enhancing her curves.
She was my sister.
She was a stranger.
But the music wasn't.
I felt stifled in my tuxedo,
But this was her first time playing in front of so many.
I'd seen how hard she'd worked.
I've heard her play before.
But it was nothing like this.
Her fingers flew across the keys
Caressing them like they were her one,
And only love.
I stood across the piano from her
All guests forming a
Bus Ride WritingsThe poet writes,Bus Ride Writings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a pen running out of ink, in neat cursive writing,
which is very hard to do when you're looking over her shoulder.
Here Are All My AnswersI'm not very directHere Are All My Answers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I gave you all the answers
I might not say them to your face
But if you cared
You'd know more than I'll ever say.
Because I'm not one for talking
I prefer to write it out
So if you wanted to uncover me
I gave you the key.
You choose to ignore,
To not look nor read.
If you had,
You might have saved me.
A Prescription for LoveI've always thought that love was blind,A Prescription for Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe it is,
but so am I.
It seems my glasses don't fit the prescription,
and the emotion is blurred,
just a nonsense description.
I tried contacts one day,
it took hours to get them in,
and realize I was looking the wrong way.
But the contacts weren't strong enough to see,
the blindingly obvious truth,
that you'd always been there to worry about me.
My eyesight continuously deteriorated,
to the point where everything,
or anyone I could see was manipulated.
As it got worse I thought of removing the eyes,
using my senses to see,
but does not love see from the mind?
I thought about laser eye surgery,
and went in for the operation,
coming out, you were the first I could see.
My mind clear, my eyes no longer clouded over,
I searched for something irrational,
something to make me a believer.
I always though that love was blind,
but then again,
so was I.
Last SongI watched you walk out that doorLast Song4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
your bags packed
you didn't even look over your shoulder
and left the glass broken on the floor
right there next to my heart
I've struggled with inspiration
but you were always there
your breath like fresh air
blowing in new winds for me to hear
a new song, the last song
In my memories we play
our fingers intertwined over the keys
we're a harmony of love
I sing all of our songs
never thought I'd have to sing our last one
I walk out the same door
my spare change chiming like broken glass
all I have is one final wish
if you can hear it then don't forget
the warmth we once had
even if you do love again
don't forget to listen
for the last song I sang
Imagining, A Stargazer's LoveImagine us, in awe,Imagining, A Stargazer's Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
staring up at navy blue skies.
Watching as the moon grows fainter every hour,
its anchor set to shore.
In a quaint little sailboat,
on the lake's currents,
the sails catch the zephyrs
of our bated breath,
and the water is painted burgundy,
intertwining with shades
of the deepest indigo,
speckled with untold treasures.
the ghost of a smile on our faces.
With blades of grass as our pillow,
and sponges of moss as our mattress.
Letting the dampness of the evening,
to soak into our clothing,
revealing hidden fears of sleep,
where rampant imaginations
cause night terrors.
Watching as night turns to comforter,
tucking stars into bed
and shooing insomnia away.
Imagine us, squinting our eyes
to see through celestial windows.
With our faces squished against the glass,
tainting its clarity.
Searching for a way to feel
the texture of stars
beneath our fingertips,
we reach for a door,
but we haven't the key.
The kingdom is locked to us now,
Author of the MomentYou sit at your keyboard,Author of the Moment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pressing each key with deliberate intent,
So worried about each and every mistake.
You orchestrate and plan out each line
Before typing permanent words and mistakes
Because there is no 'backspace' nor 'delete' button.
Every second is spent obsessing over
Every missing leter, word misplaced
and wrong? punctuation.
You've gotten so absorbed in not making
What you were writing about.
And so you leave your keyboard for the night,
To wake up in the morning stressed and
Unable to let go of those
Misspelings and, errors.
But today you've reached the climax
Of your story.
You reach out for the keyboard,
Put your fingers on the asdfjkl; keys,
Feeling for the small lines on f and j.
And you type.
With blinding speed and a smile on your face
Every mistae forgiven, forgotten
You just keep going.
The story has taken over you.
As you go over the past
You realize there is not a frown on your face,
But one turned upside-d