SplatterSplatter4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sing a song of splatter,
sing a song of stain,
climbing up the ladder,
coming down again.
We can sit together
on the lowest rung -
coffee in the filter,
coffee on the tongue.
Is anything the matter?
We will start again,
with a song of splatter
and a song of stain.
2. Love2. Love8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know painters paint it, composers play it, actors can act it...but what can writer's do?
Well, we can tell it in a story, we can convey it in a play, we can sing it in lyrics, and we can illustrate it in poems.
But, for the moment I am not a painter, a composer, an actor, or a writer...but I can explain it the only way I know how...
Frustratingly magnificent while also terribly unique.
Confusing and intriguing, and can also leave you weak.
Menacingly wonderful if not also specially designed,
All emotions put together, but right now they are all mine.
Rivaling with a person whom I've never seen before,
knowing that no matter what; I will always love him more.
Daunting and perilous, but sweet and caring too,
A feeling of elation when it means so much to you.
A rhythm in rhyme.
A feeling that can and will always transcend time.
The moment of that passing glance;
The crazy feeling of being lost in a trance....
The daydream of the soul's song,
The triumph and the e
Kaboom - XII - PoetryKaboom - XII - Poetry6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as time colludes with your decision
past the point of swift revision
in the ambit of perdition
on this eventual occasion
when naught is left but dour persuasion
past the point of instigation
what will be your resolution
if my plea meets dissolution
and barren obscures this confusion
from this dire transmutation
before the callous castigation
and any further tribulation
if you heed not this premonition
then kismet in all its precision
will sanction our permanent partition
Teenage MistakeI'm going to makeTeenage Mistake8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A teenage mistake
And prove to everyone this life
Can be a fun path to take
So grab my hand
And I'll whisper into your ear
'lets stop the sands of time
And show the world what we're made of'
As longs as what could happen
And you love me as I love you
One kiss will seal our fate
Your arms are warm
All we have is tonight
We'll make this worthwhile
And remember it forever.
Regret can be healed by time
As can pain for the future
But if we can make this time wonderful
We can forget about the rest of our life
So lets make a teenage mistake
Close your eyes
And follow me
And I'll see you tomorrow.
DollDo you honestly think, that you will change my thinking?Doll3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you honestly believe you can keep belittling me
And treat me like your slave like you always did?
Let's face it you only talked to me when you wanted something
You can deny it as much as you want to, the fact is you still
After a while you told me yourself right
Did you think that I will just sit here take it forever
Like a DOLL.
That girl you knew is history.
I will admit I wanted to give you the world
That is no longer the case
But this fake respect, the fake mask
Is now more easy to spot than ever before
I know am showing you the real me.
It's Your turn.
one day in the windyou are the smell ofone day in the wind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
new books, first opened
and matches, just
everything good about scent.
as i inhale and you stand there,
the blue of your eyes is
chilly enough that
i need a jacket when i look at you.
you envelop me
with coolness and pride
and i wear my heart like a sore
branded in the skin of my arm
you will see it.
PwnSitting in the darkPwn8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one to be seen
Yet people are around
With all their eyes on me
Crouching on the ground
Waiting for their touch
Holding to my hopes
Using them as a crutch
My final light is gone
They all gather in
This will be the fight
In which they can't win
I push my way up
And spread my devil wings
Wrap my guns around me
As they fit like rings
Shells fall to the ground
Blood spurts on the wall
Then I see my enemy
Standing there twice as tall
My power surges through me
Power he onced dread
I sent it full blast toward him
And watched him fall down dead
I turned away from him
A smile on my face
Silly little zombie
Now you're only waste.
undertake the thoughts from myunder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mind, strung along a
line to dry
like laundry; dripping
of ill sense. try to
piece them together
in a logical sequence and
from the fumes of
a decayed mind.
watch your sanity
you're a recluse,
is your sanctuary.
Somewhere Life is ValuedSomewhere in the night a child cries,Somewhere Life is Valued3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A woman weeps and someone dies.
Somewhere in the night, humanity hides.
Somewhere in the night , a soul screams,
As people fade and die, lost in dreams.
Somewhere in the night, reality lives.
Somewhere in the night loneliness dwells,
As people die, no sounding bells.
Somewhere in the night, she dies alone.
Somewhere in the night ...
Where is the light?
Love-sickDo you see the symptoms?Love-sick3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you see the scratches on my knees,
Or the way I freeze?
I have scars from falling for you,
And frost bites whenever you talk.
You say my face is red?
It's probably sun burnt,
From the way you shine.
You say I never reply?
Its not because I'm shy,
It's just that you leave me tongue tied.
My condition can't be healed
With a trip to the hospital.
Because there is only one antidote:
A Pick Me Up For LadiesLadies, take a look at your make up bag.A Pick Me Up For Ladies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How much eyeshadow powder have you gone through?
How many tubes of empty lipstick have you thrown away?
How much concealer do you use daily?
If you answer to any of these at all,
Then what you use is too much.
Because you don't need eyeshadow
To let your beautiful eyes shine.
You don't need lipstick to create the perfect colored pucker,
Your smile alone gets them every time.
You don't need to hide your freckles behind a mask of concealer,
In order to look more smooth, and beautiful.
Beauty is in you in every single way.
From your beautiful smile
To your cute laugh,
Down to every last sun-kissed freckle.
You don't need make up to cover up
The wonderful person you are.
You are perfect enough already.
TrappedI could spend days, months, or even yearsTrapped3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trying to get this right
But i'll always be in the shadows
Never in your sight
I could double check every word
Trying to tell the truth
But you still won't understand
So i'll hold myself aloof
I want to write with such eloquence
That you'll be powerless under my spell
But my pen can't rescue me
From my finely written hell
I can't complain about this punishment
As it is one that i devised
With all my pretty songs i trapped us
Though i never lied
I tried to make our love so beautiful
The stuff of fairy tales
And for a while it seemed like that
Although our charms did fail
But i tried to round off the corners
Make the edges seem so smooth
When really we were just a boy and girl
Searching for the truth.
McLennonMcLennon2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Whilst the Beatles had always been marketed as a heterosexual group - in contrast with the Stones, whose image was androgynous - they were sympathetic to the homosexual population. Lennon himself was alleged to have had affairs with both men and women, and although he never openly admitted it to me, his condemnation of Britain as a land which feeds on a homosexual subsculture persuades me at this late stage that he was speaking from experience. I am sure that the break-up of the Beatles, or, more specifically, of John and Paul, must have been more traumatic than any of us suspect.
(Source: Sandra Shevey, The Other Side of Lennon)
As mild and oblique as the comment was [Paul's "You took your lucky break and broke it in two" line from "Too Many People"], it seemed to cut John to the heart. On top of the questionnaire inside the McCartney album and the lawsuit, it was like the tipping point between a divorcing couple that turns love into savage, no-holds-barred hostility. Indeed, John's w
lioness.you are my artform.lioness.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are days when my stomach is not tucked in
and these attempts at spanish translation are too feeble
to dredge up verb conjugations
and i am just a fool.
i tried walking off this stupor
but it was like skipping off a cliff
(too easy, and anyway the philosophers
in my mindtunnels were too fat
too heavy to make action practical)
it's a sluggish sort of progress,
this growth into an orange-maned
and daily i stoop to rebuild the walls of my illusions.
(because i want to keep this sunrise radiating
from my smile
and i want to stay happy.)
i try hard not to be a realist.
all the way home.this is a poem at midnightall the way home.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a walking away of hands.
it is beautiful
we will never run out
of salt the way we
run out of love
we are children of the sea
oceans inside our
glass bodied vessels
and drifting along rough sands.
i want to touch you
a hundred different ways,
to kiss you like i need it to breathe.
you just tell me about making magic
i can tell you about making love
(and how they are both the same).
i love you more than i love myself
and i wish that actually meant
something. instead i rely on
poorly structured letters
and wrap my head round the wildflowers
in hopes that we can lie
until it is uncertain where
i end and you begin.
make me laugh and you have my soul.
the way your heart beats in my ribs,
around my spine,
you are magic.
UntitledTo hide in sweet subtlenessUntitled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and find pure innocence
The heart has been tried,
the poor mind scorched every second it lied
All for one forbidden moment
On your lips
Tea TimeThere was a young girl no more than six. She sat at an outdoor table of a coffee shop sipping tea in a yellow Sunday dress and pigtails tied with bows. Occasionally shed glance up from her reading to take in the golden afternoon around her, but for the most part she simply ignored it.Tea Time7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Normal people, who had no eye for aura or the greater issues of the world, passed her by without thinking anything out of the ordinary. At the most, they may have wondered why she wasnt in school, or why the book seemed far too thick for a child that age.
It was such a shame; they didnt understand what a rare sight it was that they were passing up.
He was actually out in public.
Your body guards arent around, I see.
Sacha looked up from his tea and smiled just a bit, You know me better than that, Aralt. He sipped at it again, You cant possibly believe I havent noticed your dogs sniffin
Memory, Time, LifeMemory, Time, Life6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She wanders through her life
Tides of memory flow
In ...out ...in ...out ... in ...out
And strewn upon the beach
A tangled, driftwood past
Laid down like crumbs of time
Left there to guide her home
She wanders through her day
Storms of living blow
Around and round-about
And drawn now to the sea
To brave the tempests blast
Waves of rage will roll
Then soften in the foam
She wanders through her thoughts
Winter white as snow
Warm within not without
Then on a mountain trail
There ... a light at last
Soft and far it's glow
Held trapped within the stone
She wanders through her life
Tides of memory flow
Through a driftwood past
Left there to guide her home
La EstacionLa Estacion6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suena el teléfono rojo.
-Hola soy yo-
-Hola! cómo estas!?-
-Bien, necesito verte-
-Si claro, como quieras, cuando quieras, cuándo podes?-
-Esta tarde en la estación, como antes-
-Si ahi voy a estar, a las 6 te parece?-
-Ok, nos vemos-
Como siempre no tuve tiempo a despedirme.
Me bañé, me arregle y salí como pude, lo más rápido posible. Tenía la impresión que si tardaba unos segundos más, lo perdía para siempre.
Llegué a la estación, y lo encuentré igual que siempre, con el pelo corto y ese look desgarbado que parecia decir: "¿¡es que no ven que no me importa!? ¡no tengo tiempo para esas cosas!"
Me sientí ridícula de estar tan perfumada, pero me acerqué y le pase los brazos por la cintura, como si no lo quisiera dejar ir. Él se dió cuenta, y me abrazó como quien abraza un amigo borracho, con cariño pero con una secreta e inev
I Cannot Describe How I FeltI Cannot Describe How I Felt8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was so beautiful,
The way your body moved.
So slowly, so
Slowly your hand took mine.
I could feel your heartbeat in each fingertip.
I could feel each breath,
You turned so slowly to me.
Cautious, but ready.
Raising your eyes to mine,
Taking them in before they closed.
Your lips came to mine
So softly, taking in each point of pressure.
Together, we breathed
With surprising calm.
Shaking, you took my body to yours.
And I took yours in mine.
Free and unafraid.
You moved with such compassionate
I felt not exposed.
This was not an exposition of something hidden at all.
It was a revelation
Of the way things should be.
You held me.
I felt safe.
You held me.
I felt invincible.
You held me.
I felt passion.
You held me.
I felt loved.
You left me.
And I cannot describe how I felt.