Glorious MadnessI won't be coming home tonight.Glorious Madness5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm not leaving you, or running away, or turning my back on us. I'm dying.
I've been dying on the inside for years; decomposing inwardly whilst remaining perfect from afar. I cannot stand it any longer: the outer shell is empty and cracked and now too must crumble.
This disease that plagues me, an unidentifiable hell, has beaten me. And though I promised you I would never shy away, that I would never give up, I am admitting defeat. I am allowing the all-consuming fear and self loathing to spread over me. I am succumbing to this glorious madness.
My mind has warped and all I see is twisted fiction. I despise it and am petrified of it, and have grown evermore paranoid. The world has turned on me and I have fought back, I battled with the last of the strength I had within me: but I have lost.
It was never my intention to pull you into these depths with me. I longed to leave you, to make the jump myself, but you insisted. I hate myself for the sadness I have
contrails of my memorythe line is:contrails of my memory6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the season of the rats
like spinning plates
in the house, in a heartbeat
i caught myself
staring into my memories
i tell you this radio music
doesn't help at all
just like the blue bottles
wash your face
out of my mind
i've sat down
with this conundrum
too many times
my heart only flickers
so i tell the new her to walk
everything i think of sounds like an excuse
i know im supposed to want this
i know im supposed to feel thankful
saw a spark of beauty in this
(something like that)
well, you keep that pretty cage
for another bird
i still like to fly
early fits of wintersomedayearly fits of winter7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be old
and lonely enough to
attend fraud prevention
and drink tables
I still know you
for deserted roads
and softly falling
melancholy bits of sky
making my quiet goodbyes
to the empty promises
and they sing
and I'm hard-pressed
untangling from tomorrow
with all my poems
Paint BucketsBlue.Paint Buckets7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your eyes, like gateways. As if peaking into a million skies. Each one so beautiful, yet so painful to stare into. You told me it was all okay, I shouldnt have listened to you. Now I am solitary, alone in the clouds.
The lake was so clear, yet so green. It washed away my worries, my curiosity. My little booklets reminded me of what you had done, why I should never forgive you. But I still seem to forget, even though I have permanent proof. But you thought scars were beautiful, for nothing is perfect, and they were different.
The truth was like staring into the sun, painful and hard to see. The yellow blares into your eyes and blinds you even more. Its hard seeing the truth, when you are too blind to see. So we tend to not stare into the truth, our eyes move around it.
You wore an amethyst necklace; you told me it brings power. You gave it to me and said to never take it off, the only powerful thing in my life is the sorrow, it overpow
Tell me...Tell me...4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tell me the world stops turning when I'm not around
and I will never leave your side again.
Tell me your sky fades to black when you see my cry
and I will try to laugh again.
Tell me your heart aches with every beat without me
and I come back to you and heal it again.
And if you're not sure about that all, keep your thoughts with you.
There is no point in which I joke in love. Only if it's strong and true I dare to love you. If you just want to play, go on and search for a Barbie Doll. I'm whole and human, I got errors and downs. And I got a strong heart.
So if you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best, as Marylin Monroe said decades ago.
My best friend, my strangerYou're my bestfriend and I'm not yours.My best friend, my stranger7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I never knew much about you; or why you turned out like you did - but I watched it happen. Sometimes when we would sit on the dock together, just outside my cottage, you would start to tell me about why you are like you are. You would run your fingers through semi-damp hair and look at me like you look at something that you have decided to trust - but just for the moment. Most of the time you would smile just as the words started to escape your mouth; stopping the secret short and undiscovered. I never complained. Sometimes you would tell me later; sometimes I would find out on my own. You always remain a big mystery .
You told me about two weeks after meeting you that you were different, I could already tell. Your eyes were a vivid green at the moment; as if sparkling emeralds reflected off the surface and stayed there for the day. When you came crying into my arms that one night your eyes were a dull blue and filled with rivers of we
siirŞiirsiir4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
oysa diye başlayan şiirleri sevmiyorum
oysa diye biten şiirleri sevmiyorum
've' dediğin şey bağlaçtır çok anlam yükleme istiyorum
ama genel anlamda şiiri severim güzeldir yani
'ama' da burada bağlaçtır yani.
'yani' desen hakeza.
birinin beni sevebilme ihtimali bir zamanlar güzeldi
ama artık yetmiyor yani
yani ekmeğimi taştan çıkarmak istemiyorum artık
bunu anlıyor musun?
ekmeği de keder gibi bulsak sofrada, masada istiyorum
masa da masa olsun ama hani!
herkes şiir yazar ama şair olamaz
diye bir cümle kuruluyorsa
ve kurumsallaştırılıyorsa şiir
('ve' burada bağlaçtır)
şiirin şiirliğini küçümsüyor olmuyor muyuz
diye sorarsak cümleten sol yanımız buza kesmez mi?
bir yol vardır mesela
yamaçlarında ağaç bitmiştir ayr
CA, VA, NCI.CA, VA, NC7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are like God,
with so many to love that
you can't love us all anymore.
you gave us cocaine and
spray paint to occupy ourselves.
with palm trees and pine trees
and big city lights in my hair.
Virginia asked me why I painted my nails the color of 80mph car crashes
for two years in homage to you.
You should be proud of the fuck-off girl you grew me to be.
You should have warned me that you can see the stars at night on the east coast;
the sky is black, I wasn't prepared.
North Carolina hugs me at the hips,
and grows on me quickly, like love handles.
North Carolina gave me snow
and a shotgun and the word "y'all".
I send a card:
Thanks for trying, but
I didn't know what to do with this.
the big city lights are fading
and I smell like gun smoke.
You are not the great state that you used to be,
You are not golden,
You are withering in big buildings and bombs.
It's NotIt's not the lipstick glossIt's Not1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that makes a kiss
the warm pulse beating through
It's not their size
but the words they whisper,
It's not the color
nor the length
nor the glint
of her hair
that makes her special
it is her smile
in the falling rain
reflecting the joy
of yet another Spring,
It's not the time
she spent getting beautiful
that makes her so
but in fact
it is the hours
she was besides my bed
when I was sick
and in fact
it is the minutes
I could hear her breathe
in my embrace
AND in fact
it is the seconds
I saw her cry
(out of happiness)
Because she's beautiful.
It's not the clothes,
nor the jewellery,
nor the colored nails,
nor the drawn-in brows,
nor the words she says
to other people,
and neither it is
It is her mind
that entertains my poems,
it is her charm
that paints my cheeks
and averts my shy eyes from her
It is her soul,
that I love.
To Here and ThereI.To Here and There5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think on my shoes propped
on a wooden writing desk,
the leather synthetics, the soles, the
wear, and the feet they protect - feet
which take me here to there,
and, again, to here and there.
She walks in and says "hello", with
a kiss and the usual small talk, as
if to say "I love you" in the little
things (the home we've made, the life
we've built, the not-so-little-after-all
things, you know).
I watch her lines as they move
in poetic form, her slope, her glow,
and the soul of a woman who takes
me here to there, and, again, to
here and there.
She's the fogged breath on my
telescope which blurs the
view of comets in outer space.
That is to say, she completes
If I think on her ways, the
red-washed waves of her cheek,
and her blood orange hair that
licks the salty sea, I find it's too much.
She, lensed by angels and brisk as
ghosts, is all I know. We each breathe
fogged breath to blur the scope,
and like weathered boots in the snow,
from here to there, and, again, t
bana gece derlerbana gece derler5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
saçları tıraş edilmiş bir papağana benziyor bu kent
bu kentin gerçek sokakları
sen kısacık bir elele tutuşmaya benziyorsun
öyle sıcak ve ateşlisin. dudakların
dudakların neden bu kadar büyük?
eskiyor bitli bir kumaş gibi yırtılıyor dün
bir cigara daha sarıyorsun narin omuzlarından dökülüyor gün
dudakların neden böyle etli ve yumuşak?
dudakların neden yanardağ ağzı
nemli, kırmızı, sıcak?
hiç şüphe yok, seni bana Lucifer yollamış olmalı
seni bana jilet niyetine, çakı niyetine, seni bana üç dizelik roman niyetine, hayat niyetine, seni bana acı niyetine, seni bana ulak niyetine, tokat niyetine
seni bana günah niyetine
seni bana yamyam niyetine
Truth Be ToldI'm not a perfect angelTruth Be Told4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nor will I ever be
Because there is no such thing as perfect
And that is a guarantee
We all have our own opinions
And we won't always feel the same
So don't get mad at me over it
Because I don't play the game of shame
I'll say whatever is on my mind
No matter how harsh it may be
'Cause if it is the truth
Then it should be told for all to see
Please don't order me around like a robot
I'm a human being not a slave
I wasn't born to serve you
And I'd rather live then be put into an early grave
Why must you sit here and lie to my face
When you taught me as a child that lying is a sin
In the end it won't get you very far
Because a liar never wins
I Laid Back With The Mooni laid back with the moonI Laid Back With The Moon7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
listened to the hissing faucet
as the water refined my skin
dressed my body
with the sun
my face until i
he brought me a
protected around my neck
like a nest
thunder clapped whilst
my son took his nap
the day gathered memories
and treasures my dreams will
carry through the night, when
the whydoing the dishes youthe why3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rinse suds off a cup
only to have it slip
from your hands
back into the soap,
and you don't question
of a thing
HeartA beating heart isHeart4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A hand-crafted masterpiece;
Try not to break it...
because I know you're...you mouthbecause I know you're...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I'm ready
your own tongue
sex & selfishness
substance(s) & circumstance
excelling at art
excrement & experimentation
I know how
your heart breaks
over the sounds
those empty words make
and everything reminds you
of everything you're not
drowning in booze
and forever in love
I get it
give me something real
killer instinctthe patrol car pulls upkiller instinct3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
idles at the curb
for a moment
engine still running
the girl cop steps out,
fiddles with her spotlight
to shine into the park
onto the bench where i'm sitting.
i sigh and wait.
she struts up
like a man
in her dark blue uniform
& her black shoes.
she clears her throat as she walks
and her voice sounds
and i think,
this one's got a gun.
she stops a safe distance away
and rests her hand on the butt
of her pistol.
"hel-lo, little guy,"
you doing out here?"
she leaned forward ,
put her palms on her knees
and sounded delighted.
and enjoying the evening air,
"i've been driving
and you've been sitting here
just want to make sure
everything's all right, little guy."
i sighed and looked away.
she wouldn't get a rise out of me,
"alright, yes, you've been patrolling.
yes, i've been sitting a long time.
i like to wait till morning to bury
all my murdere
ProfumoProfumo5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
E solo adesso ho capito che
che meglio mi sta addosso,
l'unica cosa di cui
pure in questo istante dove
gli uomini si agghindano
e gli alberi si spogliano.
Sex Protest******Forewarning not for the closed minded******Sex Protest8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
A thought on sex and society today. Since when did it become wrong and immoral to satisfy man's most natural instinct? As far as scientist can tell, the only real purpose of life is survival. In order to survive two things must happen; evolution and reproduction. My focus here is on the latter. Since the beginning of time man has been putting his dick deep inside a pussy. it's how life works people. You and your morals would not be here without it. You were born naked in case you didn't know. If it weren't for religion government and social norms we would all be walking around naked when it's 100 degrees out rather than sweating our asses off. We would all be satisfying our romantic or merely physical urges whenever and where ever we pleased if it weren't for these norms that exist only because we came up with them. It is not wrong to feel and act sexy. It is not wrong to open your legs and enjoy what we were put here to do. If you don'
AskTarifi zor, dedi adam... Uzun zamandır tanıyorum sanki seni. Sende de böyle olmadı mı?Ask4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tabiri zor, dedi kadın... Uzun zamandır tanıyamıyorum kimseleri.
sokakkapının belini kırınca sokaksokak4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sokağın ortasında bir giz
sokağın sokaklığında bir yol
sokak ki yürünüyor
sokak ki aşılıyor
sokak ki sokak olduğunun farkında değil
sokak ki başını bana yaslamış
başıma sardığım bir çember gibi
evler, apartımanlar da hep içine
pazar kuruluyor sokakta
evler de pazarın içinde
pazar da sokağın içinde
cümle alem Kasımı ne çok severmiş
herkes Kasımın içinde
eski bir sokak
mesela 30 yaşında
mesela benimle yaşıt
mesela canı sıkılınca müzik açıyor
müzik ki sesli ağlanca olduğunu bilmiyor
fiyakalı bir delikanlı gibi bir ye
On Beauty and SadnessI.On Beauty and Sadness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These idle cats, how they sit and watch
at the door, ajar, and trickling in is
this evening light, which seems to quiet,
mid fade. One turns his head and looks
with eyes intelligent, and wisdom filled.
I wonder how beauty and sadness are often
confused. Is it that some things are too
beautiful? Does it pull at the seams of
some cosmic wound I've tried for my life
to understand? The feelings that beauty
evokes are like sad tracings on tissue paper.
Through the door I see greens thickly
shimmer in this breeze that I can almost
hear. I imagine the greens turning red,
then brown, and falling; in their short
poetic way, falling until, at last, they
vanish under the trembling paws of animals,
men, and the hush of a longer winter.
AgaclarAgaclar4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bugün parkta yürüyordum
gerisi laf-ü güzaftı
parklar vardı şehirlerin zengin muhitlerinde
Gerisi Laf-ü Güzaftı...
bugün ben zengin muhitinde çalışıyordum
şehirlerde en çok ağaç orada vardı
parkta hislenerek yürüdüm
uluyordu kainat topraktan başlayarak
hisleniyordum gözpınarlarımdan başlayarak
ağaçlar uluyordu yapraklarımdan başlayarak
durdum. bir banka oturdum
bugün ağaçlara seni düşündüm...