a small sleeping-deathi.a small sleeping-death6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one night, curled around you like rope,
i asked you what do you think dying
feels like? i watched your parting mouth,
your black light shining eyes, you said i
think dying feels like sleeping
i said you wont leave me will you? and
you smiled calmly and spoke firmly no. in
dreams you can have anything. in dreams, i
will always come back to you.
later that month, you died, and I sunk
into a deep opium ache but i always
remembered what you taught me about
dying. i dreamed of your sleeping face
in nothing but a ten minute dream,
surrounded by an orchestrated crash of
metal and leaking red. at the time it
just seemed too horrific, too usurious
to see the flashing lights and screaming,
and there is nothing like the sound of the
crash of metal carcass that tore you apart,
and there is nothing like the static silence
that surrounded you like a cocoon. for years
i tell myself that you didnt feel a thing.
it was an open caske
bad habitlooking backbad habit7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to when I thought it was love
happy and content
not even a cloud up above
yeah the sun shone
on you and me
so perfect together
and all could see
well then perfection ended
I was broken, torn apart
I looked to the ground
and saw all the pieces of my heart
I looked away
and you took them again
fixed it carefully
as if you really cared
yeah there was a happy ending
'til you decided I wasn't good enough
then dropped me to fall
you stood there watching
'til I almost hit the ground
then suddenly you caught me
as if you'd always been around
I just smiled
laughed at your jokes
swallowed your words
'til they made me choke
you'd think that I
would've seen by now
learnt my lesson
and moved on somehow
but no I kept coming back
to take more of your pain
thought I could handle it
again and again
you were everything I wanted;
a dream come true
you were everything I hated;
yeah a nightmare too
I thought we'd get past it
and that love was tough
thought it'd be amazing
Forever In A DayIt was forever in a day,Forever In A Day6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One moment in a lifetime,
Such times are overwhelming,
I wont survive the night
In the message that she threw away,
Her soul spoken in her tears,
The ink in places running,
Her heart is loudly pounding,
As her mind caves to her fears,
It was forever in a day.
The bells forever chimed,
That day was filled with rapture,
Such love shed never found,
With peace and joy abound,
Her heart hed had to capture,
One moment in a lifetime.
Yet lost in seas a-swelling,
Her man- shed never find,
With burdened mind she waited,
As her teeth she slowly grated,
Her last words to all mankind,
Such times are overwhelming.
Her poor and tragic plight,
Death wont take her soon,
Shell live for many days,
Till she cant take the pain,
And under mocking moon,
(says) I wont survive the night.
when the bomb droppedin the explosionwhen the bomb dropped6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the entire sky lit up in the most spectacular
display of bright white that i had never seen.
if zero was a colour this would be it.
in the explosion
only i survived and everybody else immediately
evaporated into toxic milky swirls. all that was
left was their shadow on my skin
in the explosion
i knew I would never ever walk again because my
legs were gone but at least I could see. i kissed the
in the explosion
i couldnt say goodbye but before the explosion
you held my hand and I thought you would break it
but it was ok as long I got to keep you
in the explosion
you were gone and you didnt exist and i never
said goodbye and my hands still ache, and
i never want to talk about it ever again
in the explosion
i forget everything and i forget my name and
one day when they find me all i will be able to tell them,
all that I have, is you and the skeleton of your name
in the explosion
i saw demons and jesus emerge from the white shadows,
She'll Never Leave MeYou trill past me with ruffled skirtsShe'll Never Leave Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(no doubt theyre moth-tattered by now)
and downy feathers tied to your shoes for wings.
Youre like an hourglass with one grain too many.
Always pushing for more,
but getting less than you bargained for.
My thoughts about you
range from eclectic to trashy
but they are never dull.
Youre a puppet master and
your fingers are dangling in midair
by the laces of your running shoes.
You pull me into your breath
with fiery fingertips and frigid palms.
I have no escape plan.
The friction's in the fictionSurprise! Surprise!The friction's in the fiction9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moving images
you didn't even think were connected
turned out to be your life.
I can't find myself
in those flashing pictures,
but sometimes I catch a glimpse of me
in the spaces
I was the one holding the camera.
I was the guest you forgot to invite.
I was the one you left waiting at the
dock, clutching a ticket for a ship
that never had any intention
of coming in.
You've stopped me dead in my tracks,
but so what?
We both know
there's a millionth time for everything.
True lovethey fell in loveTrue love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the moment they met
the first time I saw them
I'll never forget
they looked so cute together
but slightly unsure how to be
they didn't quite know how the other felt
though it was clear for all else to see
they did everything together
lovers and best friends
but then the time was up
though it never seemed like the end
he had to move far away
not be together often
although they tried really hard
the distance put their love in a coffin
fighting so much
it was just so hard
they then decided
it was just too far
she thought she didn't need him
and he thought he was happy without her
they kissed new people
but couldn't forget what they were
they acted normal;
pretended they were fine
but each of them
was dying inside
they needed each other
they were the other's air
they need each other there
he came back home
but only for a weekend
at first intending to be lovers
then she said "no, just friends"
they had a huge fight
both so deeply hurt
this distance real
My DaddyI used to play rugby,My Daddy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Get covered in dirt,
Just so I could watch,
My Daddy kick the ball high.
I used to play tennis,
With the handle carved in,
Just so I could watch,
My Daddy smile at me.
I used to choose a book,
That was big and heavy and thick,
Just so I could have,
My Daddy with me longer.
I used to sing songs,
While I strummed my ukulele,
Just so I could be,
My Daddys little girl.
I used to cry many a night,
With so much anger and pain,
Just so I didnt hate the man,
My Daddy had become.
BeautyWhat do I care about beauty?Beauty9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is not beauty that comforts me
in the middle of the night.
It is not beauty that looks back at me
from the mirror every morning.
I do not glimpse anything of aesthetic value
in that pale reflection.
I see: lines ready to form, hair waiting
to fall, nose proudly proclaiming heritage.
There is: no beautiful mess, no meaningful mistake.
There is: only this jumble, this tired truth.
Beauty lurks around every corner.
It taunts me from magazines and
prints itself on the inside
of my eyelids.
It frames itself on walls and
contains itself on computer screens.
Beauty: this charming snake that whispers in my ear.
Beautiful: everything that is forever out of my reach.
I can not escape beauty...
but every last beloved one you
contain the word's redemption.
I have looked into your hearts
and know you to be beautiful.
Grass cries at nightGrass cries at nightGrass cries at night7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
The weeping when your fire vanishes
Traveling out of reach and out of sight
You become completely enwrapped in darkness
Crying, crying, crying
Left out in the cold to die
Colors are hidden amongst the twilight
Hushed silence saturates
Mixed in with your tears
Did the sun
Your life-force turns its back on you
No, it is you who is stuck in rotation
Ignoring the facts to a point in which they become alien
Instead favoring for the condensation
Soaking the landscape with your sorrow
Entirely dependent on Mr. Helio
Just when you give up hope he appears on the horizon
Becoming the beacon of your hope
Of your life
Riding on his chariot titled dawn
Dries your tears and eradicates the looming darkness
But deep down inside you know the truth
Soon enough youll be shedding tears
the ending.poor dreamers in a worldthe ending.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where dreams are sold,
we are autumn's acid tears and
we are one and we are none.
i, am you - you are not me and
our reflections don't match. i am not
here but your face still shows.
breezes stand still. i, the
child of nature, listen to what
nobody has to say - the silence
in between the same word, altered
to tell something else as hollow.
i, the child of nature, blanket my
self in industrialized dreams and tuck
my feelings inside pipes to clog my
i want to be you, you
The Disillusionment of ManHappiness is an i l l u s i o n;The Disillusionment of Man7 years ago in Open More Like This
nights filled with Styrofoam coffee cups,
Playboy magazines and cheap cigarettes,
society is spiraling downward into Dantes hell,
and TS Eliot had it right all along.
Id ask you where we go from here,
but my rhetorical question is being pinned
as it is raped by Conformity and Denial.
Were 21st century digital kids,
born from our electronic wombs,
born from between the legs
of Technology and Materialism.
Cut out Morality and Faith from human DNA
and well fill the void with whores and opiates,
letting the ecstasy deafen the question
echoing within us.
Just turn the music up and blare the base,
and you wont hear the silent screams of millions
in our digital H o l o c a u s t of Reason and Religion.
In the name of Equality for all,
we oppress to free the oppressed.
We condemn those that we accuse of condemning,
and are prejudiced against those we called prejudiced.
no wet to wash withwe are closestno wet to wash with6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when we are sleeping
when spoken hides
cannot slide before stolen hearts
and broken tides
for the moon is mute,
no silent cadence to carry
the colder water;
all is still.
SonnetHold me close in your vast sunset.Sonnet6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Embrace my will in your heart.
Making poetry of what comes next.
Dancing in disarray in heavens park.
My eyes fall in sync with yours.
Turning love in to petrified time.
Filling passion like the tide hitting shore.
Void of doubt and anger of any kind.
Lace me in to the fabric of your being.
Mix my life and soul in to your portrait.
For never will I ever consider leaving.
Or think of what we have as being morbid.