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 Words3 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 Distance3 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.
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 Song3 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
StrangerI realized you were,Stranger3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
just a stranger in the dark,
trapped within my arms.
Heart of TearsIt doesn't seem to stop,Heart of Tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It can't stop.
Everyday, a salty taste is left
In my throat, in my stinging eyes
My aching heart.
There's no room for anything else
Anything more than tears.
Filling me up.
There's no stopping
No halting the flow
It will just keep pouring
This grief I wish I didn't know
Has encompassed all of my heart now
It's moving on, moving past
Nothing now can last
I'm all full of tears
Sobbing where nobody can hear.
My heart made of tears
Is overflowing now.
It's moving through my body
Till I can't move, I'm so full of sadness.
Nothing can shake me of my depression
I've become someone made of nothing
This salty taste won't leave
It can't, I have to believe
That all I am now is tears
That all I have left are fears.
Fearful of a new beginning
Fearful of the future I'm facing
Fearful that someone will find out
The secret that I can't figure out.
I'm drowning in my sorrows
Don't want to face tomorrow
Yet I must, for I live
Though I fee
1 Month 6 DaysI'm not mad,1 Month 6 Days3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not in the least.
I'm just confused,
about you and me,
and if I lost you,
It's been one month, five days,
I'm still choked up,
don't know what to say.
I don't know where we're at,
or if I'm the one to blame.
Can't find the words,
or the time.
Can't say what I need to,
and my words don't come out right.
I'm socially awkward,
and can't even say "Hi!"
It's been one month, six days,
should have gone up to you,
should've talked to you yesterday.
I know you're someone,
I'll never be able to hate...
A little taste of SummerLittle girls in pinafores and blue jeansA little taste of Summer3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lithe figures, their hair
Dancing in the breeze, smile with
Soft grey wings labour
To reach inky skies, but can
Never grasp the moon.
Gurgles down a tiny stream,
Unknown to mankind.
Gardening at gloaming
When the sky turns grey,
Fingers dig into cool earth
And the crickets sing.
The outside world fades
As I thumb fragile pages,
Lost within the words.
Chemistry and maths,
I owe you no love; you fill
Me with tedium.
In shimmering mirages
As the sun beats down.
Foreign FlowersElegant petals of foreign flowers,Foreign Flowers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Preying on delicate blossoms,
tempting them with nectar sweet.
Narcissus flowers blooming quickly,
easily capturing and
slowly encompassing the
souls of the lost.
Right and Wrong-A Slam PoemI wake up,Right and Wrong-A Slam Poem3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
stare into the mirror,
put a smile on my face,
to mask the fear.
Who says I need confidence?
I can come to my own defense.
I wait to hear their call,
see their jeering faces,
hands pushing me against the wall,
and I break.
I try to look away,
before the anger pours out,
I try to think of what to say,
but I just stumble through my words.
Society tells me that I'm not pretty enough,
that I need to be popular.
Society tells me I'm not thin enough,
I guess that's the way beauty's always been.
I am tired of being exploited,
used because I don't expect the unexpected.
But what is the unexpected?
And doesn't expecting it make it expected?
I'm not in a clique,
or even a group,
I'm just me,
Honey, you wanna tell me it aint so,
but society's growin' old,
society's growin' cold.
And honey, the world's got it all wrong.
Dear Current Self.Dear Current Self,Dear Current Self.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Let's cut right to the chase, shall we? There's no need for me to introduce myself or explain why I'm here, for you know me. In fact, you may be the only person who really does know me. And you know what? That's fine. Because right now, that's all we need. So onto the point.
I know you don't feel like you belong. I know you want more out of life, but you don't know what it is you seek. I know you would do anything for anyone, but don't think that anybody would go to those lengths for you. I know you don't think you'll ever find true love. I know everything.
So, let's work our way through this, shall we?
I know that you will be okay. Do you want to know how I could possibly know that? Because you are strong and independent. And even more than that, you have your writing. Nothing can get you down as long as you have that around.
I know it's hard to feel like the future is hurling itself at you and you seem to have no idea what you want to do with it. I
Skytrain ObservationsFading red hair,Skytrain Observations3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mixing with the blonde,
piled on her head.
She stares downward,
with worry lines forming,
on her forehead.
She sighs and glances,
straight out the window.
She doesn't see me watching,
she just really wants to go.
Bags under her eyes,
she hasn't been sleeping.
She stands up and mumbles to herself,
"What horrible seating!"
She dreams aloud,
of riches untold.
Wishing that she could find,
another hand to hold.
Alas, I do not know this woman,
I watch her from afar.
I'm not her stalker,
I'm just observing from my skytrain car.
My stop comes into view,
and she starts for the door.
I stand up as the train stops,
and observe her some more.
There's nothing strange about her,
she's pretty nondescript.
I'm just waiting for the bus,
and it something to do when I wait for it.
Sometimes I wish I had a car,
just so I could drive home.
But chances are that if I did,
I wouldn't write things as random as this poem.
The AbyssIt's darkness embodied,The Abyss3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blackness swirling under a cloak
Of the absence of light.
It calls daily,
For people to come,
To stare into it
And fear what it holds.
Some might try to dip a toe in,
Just their heart, just their body, just their mind.
Heart, mind, body,
It claims all.
Some sink into suffocation
Having felt no dedication
Like this before.
There's no way out,
One way in
People feel as though it should be a sin
To fall so deeply
But it's barely
A choice soundly made
Though it's one people crave
To sink into darkness.
It surrounds everything
Claims every part,
People wander around it,
Trying to find one another,
Hoping that they're not the only ones
Brave enough to jump.
Vacant EyesVacant eyes from across the room,Vacant Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
memorizing my face,
following my every move.
His vacant eyes are soul searching,
they dig so deep,
like they can find what I'm hiding.
Vacant eyes start to close now,
somehow they form words,
but he never makes a sound.
His vacant eyes never seem to leave me,
picking up pieces of the past,
haunting my memories endlessly.
Vacant eyes remind me of horrifying times,
entangling me in his vision,
reminding me of unspoken goodbyes.
His vacant eyes are why I fell,
plummeting into an unknown emotion,
enchanted by his spell.
Vacant eyes open,
sudden, on reflex,
they search deep within.
His vacant eyes are just that,
they're vacant, but as I turn around,
I feel them focused on my back....
LookThere once was a boy that only had one string on his guitar. He played with this guitar every day. He played it in his back yard, among the swing sets; he even played it while walking through the village. He loved his guitar that only had one string.Look4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All he knew is that it made some sort of rhythm. That is all he knew. He did not know it was a guitar with one string. He most likely did not even know what a guitar was. That young lad, he does not know better.
He played and played that guitar. He wrote songs. They were wonderful songs, each by memory. He strummed that one string to the rhythm of the birds with each flight, the winds with each blow and even to other people's footsteps as they walked past. Sometimes he would even follow them. Others would always stare and watch. They wondered about this boy and that one stringed guitar.
The boy was happy. He sat there and strummed along to the birds and the winds. He learned rhythm and balance. He even tried to sing.
Hearts Never DieHearts never die.Hearts Never Die3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only in mind, my dear.
Only while the clock
it's way along,
waltzing to the rhythm
of the ba-dump-ba-dumps,
of this slowly dying heart.
Hearts never die.
Ah, yes, but they break, darling.
They break with each,
on the paper,
words flowing, swirling,
taking shape in the space,
right between the lines.
Hearts never die.
Only in theory, my love.
Only while the steady beat of these,
match those of the ever
which strip away all hope,
for a brighter day.
Hearts never die.
Ah, yes, but they hurt, dearest.
they hurt with each,
upon my trap-door soul.
Asking it to open up,
as someone stares into,
my empty eyes.
Hearts never die.
Only when you will them not to,
darling, my love, dearest, my dear.
The heart keeps up a melody,
too soft for the human ear,
it cannot die,
if we are willing enough to hear,
the bittersweet harmonies within.
On Conversing"I talk in circles.On Conversing3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Speaking too much,
yet saying too little."
Lest We ForgetAccustomed to the stench,Lest We Forget3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which lifts up from the trench.
A poppy red-stained,
by war-torn soldiers.
It's smell bittersweet,
upon the trodden ground, a memory.
it's petals faded,
another fallen soldier.
Oh, why so much war?
Why do the doves no longer soar?
Their wings are tainted,
and still there stand the soldiers.
They merely do it for peace,
longing for some sort of harmony,
as if it could be painted,
upon the cheeks of those soldiers.
And so they lie among the graves,
by dying they have saved.
They have helped, they have aided,
so, I pray for the rest of these soldiers.
Honey and VenomIt surrounds you like honey,Honey and Venom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dripping from the fangs of a snake
Waiting to consume you
For this snake is a world-eater,
Out to replace yours with its own.
But whether it is honey or venom
Forming at its fangs
When it bites,
The pain is burning.
Honey, sickly sweet and golden,
Might build you up
But only forms a sticky, viscous foundation
Unstable and shifting.
Venom, bitterly addicting and black,
Is naught but a sinkhole,
Dragging you down to an endless bottom
Lonely and grieving.
Honey and venom though?
Dreams counteracted with reality
Merely creates a hope not fantastic.
Not impossible, because it is no longer nothing
I don't know what to writeI don't know what to write.I don't know what to write2 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.
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.
I'd Rather Stay in the DarkLife starts and ends the same way; with a bright light.I'd Rather Stay in the Dark2 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.