Cynicism.it's said the meek inherit earth,Cynicism.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I must disagree;
the world, in truth. belongs to those
who lie successfully.
to those who take advantage
of simple minds and easy trust
to those who are think and act
with no concern for what is just.
they raise us with the reprimand,
"OBEY THE GOLDEN RULE!"
but golden and sacred though it seems,
it makes for honest fools.
I suppose that we can't tell our youth
the truth about this earth;
for then we'd be an anarchy,
cynics from our birth.
there's no reward for those of us
who live an honest life.
but there is always gain to have for
taking shortcuts through your strife.
and you may
Old PhotosPages upon pagesOld Photos1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of beautiful, glistening memories.
Such a beautiful house
Such a beautiful yard
Such a beautiful family
Could it ever have been mine?
Such a beautiful life...
They swear that once,
it was mine.
Was it real?
Could it ever have been real?
Was I ever so happy,
as I look under the gloss of the old photos
of people they tell me I know?
Such a beautiful life...
I can see it before me
Memories I never knew I had,
People I didn't know I knew,
Faces I didn't know had changed.
upon years of dust,
Maybe a part of me remembers...
it hurts.when words came easy, thoughts ran trueit hurts.1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
was when I became friends with you.
no conflicts, hate or secret words
but now the truth is left unheard.
there's so much more that we could say.
is it supposed to hurt this way?
it always starts so clean and pure
it's nice, not something to endure.
but people change and friendships die
but I don't want to say goodbye
can I help that we're losing touch?
is it supposed to hurt this much?
i lie awake and think of you
and wonder what you're going through
descrying signals that you've shown.
why think you have to stand alone?
they say that ignorance is bliss.
is it supposed to hurt like thi
MorpheusSee,Morpheus10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's just too good to not be real,
The colors are too bright to be
Another tepid fantasy.
I watch the world around me change.
I take in stride the world I see,
For surely, it's reality.
The truth could never touch me here.
Here, sanity can't mar my bliss.
All apprehension, I dismiss.
With sweet, intoxicating fear,
I plummet into the abyss.
And far too soon, I wake from this.
InadequateName the color--Inadequate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll paint the sky.
I'll blow out the stars
just tell me why--
I'm not good enough.
Give me an answer
in black and white.
Is it a matter
of wrong or right--
Or not enough?
I took your advice--
Can't you tell?
I put on your shoes
Do I wear them well?
Please, just tell me.
Is it my voice--
Is it my--
Is it just me?
Why don't you
Why don't you spare me a second glance?
Why don't you--
Nothing to ShowThe characters in history seem insubstantial ghosts.Nothing to Show1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Their beings captured in old film and hollow words, at most.
Yet, all that stands between us is perspective and the ground,
and Time, the silent, ruthless, host to which our souls are bound.
It turns a pleasant stroll into a desperate, cut-throat race.
It spells a damning elegy in new lines on my face.
How long until those traces form a map of decades passed?
How many hours to waste before I wile away my last?
I'm too old for the kids menu and far too old for toys.
When yesterday I crawled, I must tomorrow walk with poise.
What's this about working? I was a child yesterday.
HypnosWords,Hypnos1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Get lost within this sea of clouds,
Cotton soft and gentle-white.
Please leave me be so I can doze,
Turn off the coldly stabbing light.
The pull to where I must not fly,
So downy soft and velvet black.
I rue the sleep that I have missed,
But Hypnos always calls me back.
ThanatosSlip,Thanatos1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A leaden weight upon my chest
Compels me to a deeper sleep.
Afraid to think I'll lose this fight,
I pray the lord my soul to keep.
Float away to where I must,
Exhale a prayer and close my eyes.
The rest have left, but one remains...
and I don't hear the last goodbye.
May 29, 2012I wasn't supposed to recognizeMay 29, 20121 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the name in the announcements.
It was supposed to be someone else's--
whatever you were,
that eternally enthusiastic
in the hinterland between acquaintence and friend.
It wasn't supposed to happen
to someone so young.
You were supposed to get another chance in the spotlight,
or at least in its fringes.
You were supposed to come to class tomorrow.
You were supposed to be there--
You were supposed to be.
You were supposed to make it to school.
But I guess
Buddy Holly's plane was supposed to land,
safe and sound.
I was supposed to write a better poem for you.
solitudeI need a daysolitude1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but to escape
alone inside my mind.
these desperate ways,
I'll gladly leave behind.
give me this time,
but know that I
might not come out again.
If I should try,
the world and I
can reconcile then.
I need to flee
there's no more to be said.
I only need
eons to be
alone inside my head.
zombiecome taste my tears,zombie1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
come see my scars,
come tear my heathen flesh apart.
come destroy me,
come and scold,
come choke down the lies you've told.
we're neither worse nor better at the ending of the day.
neither of us triumphs when
we kill and die this way.
I'll break your bones,
I'll cut your veins,
I'll seek catharsis in your pain.
all that we are,
I'll feast upon your beating heart.
we stagger to the finish line, flesh torn and souls decayed
with neither of us living since
we've learned to live this way.
StrangerI could call you a stranger, forStranger1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you remain reticent.
There's no need to guard your tongue
I have no cruel intent.
I meant you no pain as I tried
to draw you from your shell.
It hurts me too, to see you burning
in your private hell.
It's not my wish to tear the life
that I watch slowly fray.
to disarm you
not to harm with
words I long to say.
Retrieve the dreams you've tried to hide
so high upon the shelf.
And share with me the words that you've
been saying to yourself.
Lay your armor down, my friend,
there's nothing you should fear.
I carry demons in my head
but I won't bring them here.
I hear the darkness in you
Feather DusterMaybe I loved youFeather Duster4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through a tower of mattresses.
You’re no princess, after all.
There was a mountain beneath you,
But you figured it must just be a pea.
Maybe I loved you too delicately.
I wield passion awkwardly,
Like a feather duster in a knife fight.
You never took it seriously.
You thought it was just a fashion statement.
Maybe I loved you in the wrong language.
Trataría amarte en español,
Pero, realmente, tu no hablas y yo tampoco.
And we have enough trouble communicating in English.
Maybe I’ve acted for too long
And you’re losing the ability to tell.
I wasn’t smiling when you told me.
I was thinking that life