flinchslammed against the wall
pushed against the wall
thrown against the wall
its all the same
it all hurts
makes my skin an unnatural colour
makes my mind unnaturally cluttered
and i cant think
can only feel
pain. pain. pain.
and you think
you think you know
i won\'t do anything
all your punches
all your throws
add to my anger
and one day it will explode
and you will be sorry
you\'d like that, wouldn\'t you?
maybe you wouldn\'t
but its too late now
i\'ve got the power now
the gun is in my pocket
and i am in your house
yelling all this to you
did you listen when i yelled?
did you stop when i screamed?
so i won\'t.
i oughtta teach you a lesson
you filthy piece of shit
my hand is shaking
and sweating too
but i know what i want to do
what i NEED to do
malice is in my veins
and murder in my blood
but your screams fill my ears
my teeth grind
i cant decide
i cannot sympathise with you!
you dont d
languagei love the languageslanguage10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the languages of the world
so many words
i forgot to mention
go to the bin
bin to the go
i love the way words roll off your tongue
click through you\'re teeth
they... stretch... and... string
you need to change
i love how one language is so clear to us
but it\'s jibberish to someone else
french, german, italian, hungarian
all so different
they don\'t make sense
but they to someone else
its clear for them
they understand the tones, expressions
i will leave/go/depart
as this poem is too long/lengthy/large
and not very interesting/mind-boggling/good
if english was meant for everyone
there would be a law.
a silent language...a silent langauge...a silent language...10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a language you can see but can't hear...
a language with a combination of hand signs and expressions...
a language that express love, happiness, and humor...
a language where a sign represent a sentence in the spoken language...
a language where you hear with your eyes and speak with your hands...
a language that express anger, grief, or pity...
a silent language,
the one I speak.
Poemtry rant v2have you ever had the feeling wherePoemtry rant v210 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you head is spliting in two
and so is your personaliy?
or have you ever sensed that
something lies just below the surface
and then get smacked in the head by a RC airplane?
have you ever just wanted to
take the pent up rage out on something
and strangled the beef chimichonga in the fridge?
When you are so angry that
you would run you head through a wall (no joke)
and instead turned to metal working a woman out of sheet metal?
Have you ever questioned that
if you had the chance
would you live in all moments for one time?
or all times in one moment?
would you like to realize
that you are completly imprisoned
in your own flesh
or that no matter how hard your tried
death would come,
so why even fight it?
or that people dont listen to the truth
or to even a semblance of sense
but only to ridculas monolouges
have you ever seen
the late night programing
and think \"our race is fucked\"?
have you ever gazed
up something so horrible
it gave you a mental orgas
sweetnesslove of my lifesweetness10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what a phrase, what a way
to romanticise all that i feel
even all the hurt, the pain
a rush of excitement
you are mine alone
deep concerning eyes
run your fingers through my hair
smile for me
i am held
cocooned within you
but the sweetness
of how it all feels
to be loved
sometimes it's not enough
the flame of this
erupts into something more
that i cannot begin to handle
it is the moment
the point when i have to ask myself
is this what it i want?
be sweet to me
burntyou are calling to meburnt9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
over the noise of the trampling
little feet making big sounds
trying to distract me
make me hear the alarm
you told me once you would die for me
i didn't believe you.
the smack was running through your veins by then.
and my hand moves to the flame
(i'm not afraid)
i can feel the tears
hot, running down my cheeks
as if red hot pokers are drawing lines down my face
make it stop
but you smile and the tears come faster
so i close my eyes
i remember when i first met you
we didn't understand each other.
but i knew you
i could see you in my mind
you're still there.
the flames lick at my skin
you're too in love with me to notice
i can't do anything but let it happen
even fucked up love is love
and i open my eyes
and i remember you are gone
lost in the dramatic overdose
ashes to ashes
but my burn still remains
discover -real- beautysnickerdiscover -real- beauty10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the innocence
a single tear drop from my eye
why do i feel for you?
softly touching my inner presence
speak to me
tell. me. everything.
see me not only in this form
offer a beauty unlike this
grey clouds before a storm
sweet skin that tastes of seduction
the one you never noticed
i'll know if its real
the nails scratch
at the wall
at my skin
the red track of blood form a line on my skin
tell me it's real
tell me it's beautiful
a self destruction that won't turn ugly
close your eyes
follow the path in your mind
the beauty of the mind
stop right there
open your eyes
black nail polishi have black nail polishblack nail polish10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what does that mean?
am i some sort-of freak?
or some try-hard goth?
what if i like the way it looks?
does that even matter?
i guess not
i hate you people
DON\'T THINK FOR YOURSELVES
i like you others
those whose have their own paths
but must you be so hard?
the pressure to not be a sheep, but not a try-hard either
i hate it
why can\'t i just be me?
why can\'t i dye my hair black because i want to be me?
why can\'t i listen to rock because i love music?
i hate the mainstream
i hate the not mainstream
i just want
is it really that much?
harsh realityI sat on the mouldy seat of a half-packed train on a tuesday night. the wait seems endless when theres nothing to do. i sat staring into space, my station a while away. it had been a long day and everyone else on the train that evening looked the same. weary faces, holding onto bars and sitting seats, swaying gently in sync as the train lumbered along. the train halted at near-empty station, where a crying girl stepped into the train. her loud wails pierced the silence that had been there and everyone looked up and stared, myself being one of them. she was leaning, hunching, against the door, a black eye standing out from the other. her lip was cut and so was her forehead. she clutched her stomach like her life and cried out loud, tears streaking her bruised and bloodied face. we all just stood there. or sat. doesn\'t matter really, does it? we watched her release the pain she felt in engulfing sobs and wails. we stared at the mess before us and then glanced nervously around at each otharsh reality10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Split in halfSplit in half10 years ago in Other More Like This
fight the same fights
lose the same battles
destroy the same people
one fights with athourity
needs to understand
reasons before repramand
is content to stop
doesnt care to spar
its not worth it
it doesnt matter
its all ok
whose life is better?
whose life is fuller?
who can say that they enjoy life?
who can say they\'ve never thought
of the knife
who are these people?
u seem them walking down the street
normal as all else
not a thing outta place
they are the same person
and they perfer death to thought
because all thought does
is torment a soul
and split it in half
Winter - Why must things dieWinter - Why must things die10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the heavens came a chilled haze,
Like thick fog clouding over the highest peak
Where the snow lies crisp white.
Dewdrops balance on blades of grass,
Like tears that have fell upon quivering lips.
Crimson leaves swirl around the lifeless old oak
And descend on to thick slabs of ice
Before being blown away by the howling wind.
A rare red squirrel digs frantically for its treasure
Of shiny brown nuts polished clean by melting crystals.
I stand and look upon this deserted land,
Where no one murmers or utters a word,
And think to myself,
''Why must things die?''
Messagewhen this is writtenMessage10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
remember not the hand that wrote it
a somber piano playing down my life
remeber not the soul in absense
learn you passion
save not from the hate
but remember the feeling you had
when your life finally began
rember not what you have
but what you lost
time will tell
i'm sorry i'm not there
to tell you
theres so much more i wanted to...
entophy's call will speak
remeber not what it said
but what it yearns for
hail you lonlely soul
hail you wondering mind
when it comes to bear
that you can no loner go
and you seek to follow me
so much to live for
so much to die for
you have a heart,
hasten not to drown in the beauty of lies
remeber not what has been said
remeber the absense of my voice
and remeber what you're fighting for
nailsif i hammer a nail into the wallnails10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it stays in place
it holds it together
but i keep hitting my thumb
loving you is my life
you are in my coffee, as i stir it
in my shoelaces, as i tie them
in my walls, as i hammer nails into them
my house is filled with the essence of you
i breathe in you every day
and then i stop breathing
but you're still there
tough as nails
when you stare at me with your cold eyes
or touch my skin with yours
i don't shiver
i don't breathe
i can't. do. anything.
you're killing me
and i love it
my heart is racing
my face is sweating
my fists are clenched
tough as nails
just like you
the difference betweenshhhthe difference between10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that's the sound
that's eternal bliss
a world of peace
that doesn't see
the difference between
i can't explain why i can't stay
but i can redirect the question to you.
how can you live with this?
go through each day with that kind of torture
pain and suffering.
between the whispers that follow us
and the sneers that loom ahead
is that small bit silence that i crave to hold
that doesnt see
the difference between
birds can fly
fish can swim
but together they are a mess
and there is no silence
with the flapping of wings and splashing of water
in a world of discreet segregation
with your wings
and my fins
there is always the difference between
Heres to youHere\'s to your freedomHeres to you10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Here\'s to your escape
Here\'s to your new life
and here\'s to mine
Here\'s to your hair
Here\'s to your eyes
Here\'s to the fucked-up way you used to smile at me
and to the fucked-up way i used to like it
and to the fucked-up way i still do
Here\'s to the cards you gave me
and the good times too
You keep them now
You brood over them now
It\'s your turn
Here\'s to laughing with you
Here\'s to crying with you
Here\'s to crying over you.
Here\'s to hating you
Here\'s to loving you
Here\'s to living without you
and to changing my whole perspective on life
Here\'s to your corny jokes
i didn\'t like them anyway
Here\'s to you holding me
and to me holding you
Here\'s to you kissing me
and to me kissing you
Here\'s to walking down the street without you
Here\'s to seeing a movie without you
Here\'s to seeing you with someone else
and to not caring.
So raise your glass
clear your throat
and let us toast
Here\'s to you
A friend and a GentlemanHave you ever been crushed out on a girl, not quite sure if it's love? Though you spend a lot of time with her you don't know if she likes you like that or if she likes that other guy or neither of you.A friend and a Gentleman3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are kind of scared to express how you feel because; you are a gentleman and you know that a lady's heart is not meant to be tampered with though you feel that God has shown you that she is the one, though you just need to wait.
When you are around her you feel warm inside or that's how they say it is supposed to feel.
You have become very good friends the building blocks are being set for life whether you will grow old together or if you will be friends for as long as life permits.
You do lots to help her, when she is in a ditch you try to pull her up to level ground, and when she is on level ground you try to put her in the sky.
You walk her to the places she needs to go and though most of the time when you depart from each other you normally hug goodbye. But that one she gives you
The Gentle-manHe looks upon her faceThe Gentle-man7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As she twitles at her lace
He sit and admires her
As she tires Sir;
He holds her hand and beckons her down
As she sits without a sound
He holds her close with much care
As she sleeps right then and there
He watches her as she dreams
Until it's time for them to leave
He hold her and helps her home
Makes sure she's not alone
He gently pulls on her hand
And she does quite understand
"I love you" whispers he
As she lays upon his knees
"I love you too" whispers she
And there let them love gracefully
ProtectorCall my name whenever you are in needProtector3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will pull you into my warm embrace
And then my warning shall everyone heed
"I shall kill the one who threatens this grace!"
I will be your companion in the night
I will slay the shadows that haunt your sleep
When you can't see, a torch shall I ignite
And I will carry you when roads are steep
But please know that whenever I shall die
You have never needed my protection
All you need do is look toward the sky
And remember fondly my affections
You are my child, my one true delight
And in the darkness, I shall be your knight
Act like a gentlemanAll you had to do was say it,Act like a gentleman4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Say you wanted a perfect gentleman,
And I'd have done it.
I could stand up straight,
Give you my arm,
And drink tea,
Just like a perfect gentleman.
Sit still at meals,
Or use polite words,
Pour you your drink,
And ask "how was your day?"
Just like a perfect gentleman.
ProtectiveI don't know whyProtective5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I feel so
I'll always be ready
to defend you
to make sure you're
whenever you're there
I guess I'm happy,
do anything for you
But I don't know
You've never asked me
instead you simply
tell me what to do
and I go with the
I want to be
to fight for you
But somehow I'm
drawn to you
I want to listen
to your problems and
comfort you to
the best of my ability
for some strange reason
And when you're in danger
I'd be your knight in
That would never happen, but
sometimes I like to
A GentlemanA GentlemanA Gentleman5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What makes a gentleman? This question I was once asked.
Is it his social standing, or the nobles he dines?
The names of his connections or friends, so fine?
Is it the way he dresses, primped and preen?
The way he parts his hair, pristine and clean?
What makes a gentleman? And immediately I thought back.
Back to an ordinary girl, hiding in the shadows
Watching all the other women twitter like sparrows.
When the door opened and he walked in
A man of fair hair, fair face, and fair skin.
The ladies stopped, ceased in their games.
Every head turned to the stranger to blame.
His footsteps echoed, definite and slow, throughout the room.
And he passed by the pretty women, each gleaming, ready to bloom.
To each one, he gave a smile.
Calm and sincere, without guile.
Dresses and ruffles pushed from all sides
Blocking his view of another, in the background, trying to hide.
Glimpsing her again, the admiration in his eyes
And was oblivious to all the indignation a
The protectorStreams of compassionThe protector7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flows from her soul
Waves of strength
To help you
When you are weak
An undying spirit
Always by your side
Holding you hand
And never letting harm
Come your way
She's always protecting you
From the destroyer
And fighting him
For your soul
The Gentleman Caller Clumsy as always, clumsy, clumsy. Breaking the teapot, before pouring the tea. And it will take so long to boil another, this house being the way it is. I never approved of it, never. One must always keep their house usable and neat. For what are you supposed to do if anyone comes over? Have it looking a mess? I think not.The Gentleman Caller10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun burned bright in the sky the day he came. Penetrating the rusty walls of our pitiful house, we found ourselves boiled to the bone. I lay on the sofa, mopping the sweat off me, when the doorbell rang. And he was there.
A crisp top hat and coat with tails clung to him while i stared at his spit-shined black boots. He was as tall as the door. He asked me if he could trouble me for a glass of lemonade, as his throat was parched and his journey was long. My hand indicated the welcome he wanted and he bent his long neck and stepped inside our delapidated house.
So shocked i was, that led past t