Collab: The Human Emotive
Our world, is full of so many things,
A mixture of variety and degree,
And this place, is the home, of humanity,
But whether a person be of the light or for the dark, there is hope, within us all.
And you will discover, in peering into a true void of despair,
When footsteps crumble to unrelenting darkness,
The plates upon your shoulders melt away under pressure,
Beneath them, there is skin, flesh and blood, and beneath that,
A light; an unguarded courage.
This light shines with you throughout your whole life,
Whether you see it or not.
It continually sits within,
Hidden deep beneath your skin,
Back in that area of your heart that you tap into
When your back is against the wall,
And every step forward seems like two steps back.
It is what allows you to redefine yourself,
As a human, as a creature, as an idea,
And lets you change with the current as life ebbs and flows.
And when you see those white fingers crep
because words arent that loudbecause words arent that loud9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I liked the idea
of running away.
When my organs swelled and sagged
to the floor and another one of me
had climbed inside the airtight bag
attached to my ankles, I knew
I could follow the daisy chains
that fell from your eyes, twirling around
until wrapped, hug-tight
I did not consider you surviving on your own,
I forgot to tell you how often I think about you
and of the greyscale dreams in which we walk
palm-pressed through shopping malls
with all the time in the world
and my hands turn to earthquakes
because this is all too real
and my heart is a space shuttle
breaking through ozone-layered skin.
I could sit outside your house
in four AM moonlight, folding my heart
into one thousand paper airplanes
to aim at your window
but you still would not understand
what I want you to.
'I miss you' just does not tell you
of the days I spent dipped in sighs
or the constant crumbling of my ribs
against the shockwave of a thought
of you --
not calling back.
Or the snapping feeling in my hea
exclaimah!exclaim10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
the pound and the thud and the gasp
and the italian gesture
(! - !) verbose
physical - !
of clenched fists and swooping arms
-but this is
the sun !-gloriously! climaxes over the trees
the silent !-scream! of eyes
as they !-beam! and !-shine!
and - !
just - !
isn't it wonderful!
overriding any question
-a state of ecstasy confined to a mere dash and dot
it just is
a jump a dance a song
(the prelude to a smile)
it is the peak!
and the climax!
and !~vibrance!~ herself
but is also an acknowledgement
(in its silence)
of the silence
but that is tomorrow
the heart, foldsthe heart, folds9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The heart, is an origami fold.
Emotions spooling miles of thread
Dangle me from:
The apex of a leaf [with a thousand veins to spare]
Half a moon [still flooding oceans not with tungsten spots]
Window panes [broken of its glass holding together dirty fingerprints]
Astronomical LoveAstronomical Love7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Astronomical love the girth of planets
the magnitude of galaxies
flowing like water, star over star
the years magnified in glass
to rub shoulders with posterity
glaring like ravens, fit for monsters
law's a fickle brigand clear of sense
ever blooming detail like mould
stringing enormities, strange glorious mushrooms
life in the microcosm
the weight of small society's beaded realm
floating like beacons, bracketing passion
so tickle the pen eager to drip monuments
weaned so recently to solids
teaming like salmon, baited and knowing
clumsy stab and thrust to prick a life
the organic levitant smoothes shyness
blaming like youths, fighting without reason
hazardous warning the multi-dimensioned nuance
pokes for shuddering moments in the dark
transforming sand, irritated into pearls
blind to reason and worn down like iron
rusting without knowing
a mind ever jealous of pitiless beauty.
de-lovede-love9 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I need soap
to wash you off
she tells him,when he infact isn't even there and she's mistaken
the vacuum in this room cough
one time too loud
for his presence
I need an honest version of love to wash you off
Whatever you have stained my skin with
what strange chemicals ever you have imprinted it with cause I
do not recognize my scent I do not recognize myself anymore
and how will this life
take me back
in this state?
I need a brush to scrub you off
to remove the first layer of my skin
the only one you made it through
the rest is still safe safe kept safe
she whispers and wonders why her
like it always hurts somehow when it just isn't true
It's like trying to squeeze yourself into much too tiny shoes it
won't work regardless of how well they might go with what you wear today
she stares today at herself in a way that makes the dust creep off the shelves and
I need some liquid that is more pure than water
to wash you out of my hair
and the molecules that got stuc
ClownClown10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Surrounded by these tow'ring walls
The Master of the Circus calls
And beckons me to put on a show
Of emotions that I'll never know
Laughing colors, glittering lights
Combine and align to form stage fright
Take the high dive towards the ground
Grab the trapeze and don't look down
I sprinted 'cross the tightest rope
And came close to losing all my hope
But somewhere in the midst of it all
I stumbled and you caught my fall
Sad eyes hide behind painted oppression
An exaggeration of a forgotten expression
But perfection lives beneath this masquerade
A paragon that has been beat and betrayed
Lead me through this labyrinth of doors
Memorable passages, yet unexplored
You wanted fun, and I a friend
To break through the trap and find an end
Dancing carelessly through the halls
Knock on doors and 'gainst the walls
Lead me everywhere throughout this maze
A single solution, but so many ways
There we go, I fell again
This time I need more than a friend
Shut the doors then lock them tight
LungsLungs9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
did you see ?
(it was all I could think to say)
that time when the trees were
s t r i p p e d away --
ripped from their very
sometimes drowning helpssometimes drowning helps.sometimes drowning helps8 years ago in Open More Like This
Broken WingsBroken Wings10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He met her eyes of melancholy misery
Flashing green and filled with the sea
And for a split second he fell into her soul
But she glanced away and he lost his control
Obsessed with every motion she graced
He longed to reach out and touch her face
To catch a glimpse of the brilliance he saw
But within herself she saw nothing at all
Her stain glass soul began to fade to grey
And the fragile glass started to chip away
Piece by piece, he noticed her decay
But he could never find the words to say
His passion grew stronger with every thought
It became unbearable, the desire he fought
But he refrained and only contemplated her name
Until one day he could no longer bear the pain
The moon rose high in a firefly specked sky
And he silently followed in the shadows sigh
He saw her stare downward and take a step out
But he ran to her side for he could not live in doubt
The stars lit the dewdrops in her eyes
As she mumbled worthless, meaningless lies
And as the tears lingered on her pale cheeks
not usnot us10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not us (bar blah blah, christmas 1999.)
frame by frame in stilled sepia, we watched them roll up one after another,
spilling in off the street cheered unreasonably. seasonal delirium
drawn in by the warm, easy evening lights, and the complimentary house whites -
and the close-shaven bleach-teethed boys, sharply suited in similar mirror-imagery,
slickened and endeavouring to exchange cards and fashionably blueprinted exploits.
deep ugliness obscured by embossed lettering and expensive watches.
fondling the serving girls with immaculate hands - a hand on the arm, a paw on the thigh,
drunkenly gathering courage from your numbers as the room swelled and thickened,
dark with innuendo, dark with unsatisfied desires.
your pretty wife is expectant at home, patiently waiting, worried,
fluttering, holding out nervously for another tale of
how you were late christmas shopping or how you had a late meeting at the office,
while you smirked easily over the top of your drink at the blonde tizzied pin
ConfessionConfession9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today i committed murder.
it was an accident;
a small mottled moth sat
just beneath the tap
in the bathroom sink.
it was not a special kind of moth:
just a little brown house creature
with tiny fanned-out wings.
but it was different
to its other moth friends -
those who had swum dreamily
towards the synthetic beauty of the bathroom
only to become trapped
within the plastic prison casing.
it was their own fault, i thought.
but this moth --
i could not have left it there as i
tried to cleanse my hands,
and so i gave it a gentle nudge.
it flittered over to the other side
of the plughole.
i let out just a small trickle
of water from the tap
as i fancied it was trying to rest -
a gush would have disturbed
its quiet moth-slumber.
i did not want
any danger to become of it
as i washed my hands
- was that the reason?
cotton feverand i remembered last summer.cotton fever9 years ago in Scraps More Like This
and i remembered the boy i loved.
and i remembered everything we ate and smelled and tasted and saw.
and i remembered the world a different way. a better way, but a killing way.
and i remembered the time we'd kill with his father the drunk.
and i remembered hearing him fuck some hooker in the room next to us.
and i remembered chasing dragons to bed.
and i remembered taking in the sunsets and rises from his rooftop.
"me and my valuable friend can chase all the pain away"
and i remembered his killing looks.
and his troubled heart.
and his fucking death-star girlfriend.
and her death-star letters.
and the way we would all lay around on the shag carpet with wooden walls.
and how she sucked his dick and told me about it.
and her beautiful eyesockets.
and how they held nothing at all.
and the way on new years day he cried and vomited while he sat naked next to me.
and how his father called us faggots all the time.
and how his father knew nothing.
and the time i
My Illusive DeliriumMy Illusive Delirium9 years ago in Teen More Like This
Waking up, I see your face; it's the first thing that I saw before I fell into a deep sleep the previous night. You're sitting on the edge of my bed with your dark chocolate hair swept to the side and your emerald green eyes resting softly on my sleepy form. You're sitting on the edge of my bed watching me rub the sleep from eyes, but I know you're not really there.
"Did I ever tell you that you snore?" he comments, shifting slightly. When he moved, the sheets over my body tugged slightly. "I mean, like, freight-train loud snoring. It's insane...your nose does this weird little twitching thing, and then your mouth--"
I hate it when he mentions my mouth.
"You're still here, eh?" I inquire as I sit up, not caring that the thin strap of my shirt fell off of my shoulder.
"Of course," he replies. "Where else would I be?" Not waiting for a reply from me, he comments, "You should eat some breakfast. It's not good for you to skip it."
"I hate you," I murmur.
And I mean it. I really, really do.
QuestioningQuestioning8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you _ _ _ _ half-heartedly?
you are no
You're part-time; a
"STOP _ _ _ _