Rag DollA little girl in tattered lace
who scrapes at her arms
and paints her face
a rag doll smile
for a rag doll life
in the failing light
And he's the only one
well, she's so pretty when
she's colored red
on the street corner
counting cracks and
since the day her life
was not accepted.
And he's the only one
who could make her stay.
Little girl's got
the appropriate words
with "love" scarred upon
written with a silver
a reminder that what's done
Well, she sits upon her little
to sing a song of war
and in her words was
once a name
for this lovely little
And he could love her
till his dying day,
to herself she sings,
but that must not have been
just to make him stay.
What happens when
the lights are out?
and the dark's been
awake too long,
what happens when this
heat goes out
and every song once sang
What happens when a life
and silent vows are sworn
oneone8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to describe your face
from below and to the left,
but you are not lines
you are not bones
a handful of dust
a silver screen movie star.
I feel you only in dreams.
a beaded gown and blue wool suit
we wore last night
as we danced
across the stage of slatted wood
at one point the train of my dress
NightmaresNightmares10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's nice to know
that underneath your thickened skin
death never takes its toll
and hardened hearts
are simply unaffected
by fresh graves and drifting souls
It's nice to know
that my words fall through a sieve
and land into a pretty deathbed
drifting through your hellish ears
while my loveliest of secrets
are left unheard
since comfort isn't spoken here
It's nice to know
that I could die every single day
relive my morbid nightmares
release you, and drift away
and not a tiny thought of remorse
would ever burn your brain
or tear at your heart
love, I could never do the same
I think you should know
that months don't dim your name
and time will not burn up your picture
(I now know that you don't feel the same)
and if I were to come across
your lifeless body in a grave
I'd take your hand
paling in my own, and cry
my grief away
until it softened to a hopeless sting
paining me inside
and fall apart in shades of black
the day you left my life.
I'd Love toI'd Love to10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd love to love you,
but only for tonight
I'd love to love
staying here too long
just leaves me
your bedroom covers
I'll pull you closer
tie your arms, just tight
enough to leave you marks
(I promise you they'll fade
entwine my fingers into yours
mold myself to fit your form
and spend the night
tracing my fingers along
your emotional scars
knowingly cutting more.
Don't worry lover,
I'll be gone with the moon
taken by it's starving white romance
but you say I've left too soon
I'd love to love you,
but remaining in your arms
will allow you to uncover
my own hidden scars
I can't stay committed
even if you're mirrored by
and I dont like encagement
your hands look like metal bars
you can't romanticize life
so if I allowed your love
it'd only die and you'd forget
Don't ask me to love you.
I'm incapable of feeling the same
Lost my heart to another
don't ask me to change.
your arms whis
SurrealStanding, feet warm in this sandSurreal6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beach baring such crystal clear within the depths
Perhaps these are all my tears I have wept
The chill which was is no longer in the air
with you a caring warmth is shared
Sitting, cuddled in a rocking chair
Nothing was welcoming me only unruly darkness
Perhaps was the case of a unrelenting depression
A simple message was sent
A smile swept on by that lasted to night's end
Walking, cursing the cold snow
This weather left me numb and alone
perhaps was my stupidity for venturing out on my own
There you were in an empty street
You welcomed me to the passanger seat
All these times, melting away my lonliness
All these times, easing my saddness
All these times, allowing me to feel
To me, someone of such caliber is so surreal
SurrealAll that we adoreSurreal9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is lost forever more
All that we own
Is all we've ever know.
There is hope for hopeless
But there is nothing less.
We're finding our redemption
Is nothing more than another temptation.
Screams come forth eternally
From silent lips that move uselessly.
The blind shall see, the deaf shall hear
But what sounds close isn't really so near.
Fish jump in the sky
Darting behind clouds as they pass by.
Beneath your feet stars spin in oblivion
Representing that beautiful nothing ou insist on living in.
Mermaid in the pool
Turns out she's just another tool
To lead ou to your failure
Ignor the temptation, turn away from her.
This seems so real,
Would your mind really steal
Random bits of fact and fiction
To create this grand illusion?
Is this a hallucination?
Your own created nation
Full of traps and bribes and temptations?
Are you free of emulation?
Paradise can be hell
After only a few steps youfell.
Crying out as you hit the ground
But no one else heard a sound.
You reach out
SurrealSurrealSurreal6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My limbs come apart from
And then my eyes overglaze:
Seeing through the eyes of another
Never touched the senses of the sane---
Transparency overwhelms us;
Hearts beating intune, intertwined.
Seconds explode into hours,
Interlocking us into uneven
These feelings are not mine.
If only existence could inform
Of the uncontrollable habits
Surreal Living...Surreal livingSurreal Living...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost in eternity,
A step out of time,
Lost in the feeling,
Is it such a crime?
I look into the future,
And see only the past.
I look of into the distance,
But life has gone by too fast.
I take one step, a mile lost.
I take one breath, an hour long.
I blink my eye, and great is the cost.
I listen hard, and heard a song.
It sings of beauty,
It sings of fate.
It sings of everything,
But we're all too late.
We try and try to change the past.
But we only get further behind.
If we work to hard to make it last,
We shall surely lose our mind.
I woke up in the evening,
I went to bed at dawn.
I know I should be grieving.
But am careless like a newborn faun.
If I had but one message to give,
To the entire world so far away.
I would tell the world to always live,
And cherish life another day.
EchoA lonely room; a lonely girlEcho9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A tear rolls down her cheek
She whispers, "We were in love."
"WERE..." answered the echo.
She sits on the edge of her bed
Holding a picture of the guy she loved
And whispers, "We had everything."
"HAD..." answered the echo.
A lonely heart; a broken heart
She looks out her window.
And says to herself, "It was beautiful."
"WAS..." answered the echo.
She grabs a knife
With a shaky voice, she says,
"I can't live without him."
"CAN..." answered the echo.
She tightens her grip
And holds it to her wrist
"I don't want to live without him."
"LIVE..." answered the echo.
Her heart beats faster
As she sets the blade upon her skin
"I don't want to suffer like this."
"DON'T..." answered the echo.
After a second's hesitation,
She makes one swift movement
And collapses onto her bed
The knife clatters onto the floor
She sobs with her face buried beneath her pillows.
"Why can't I kill myself?
What's wrong with me?"
"ME..." answered the echo.
MemoriesUnder my bed, there's a photo album. Filled with photos of a childhood that seems all blue skies and sunflowers. Idyllic, you could say, and would—unless you knew the full story. And maybe then you would notice something in the eyes, in the poses, in the strained smiles. Something that doesn't seem quite right.Memories9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I looked at those photos yesterday, for the first time in years. It was painful to be reminded. Oh, my childhood wasn't horrendous, but when your family seems to be falling down around you like a castle, it's difficult to enjoy playing with Barbies and toy trucks as much as you should.
One photo in particular brings me back to the time when the castle first began to crumble.
I was seven years old. We were staying at our family bach and the weather was gorgeous. Fluffy puppy dog clouds chased each other across the bright blue sky, and the sun gleamed like topaz. My head was occupied with the usual seven year old concerns.
"Mum, can I have some money to go to the shop?" I plea
Sea of StarsTonight, the world is coveredSea of Stars9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a sea of fallen stars
and the sky has filled with darkness.
there's not a single body
that could convince me otherwise.
tonight, there is no heaven.
it fell to the earth and crumpled in
its foreign atmosphere.
the surface is now bright and cold
and unbearably steralized.
I'm home, and the whole world has
forgotten to call.
[you said, you didn't know why everyone left me,
as you turned away
and walked out the door
on to a plank that fell through happiness.]
Tonight, a baby gasped, an old man
choked, and i sat at home
listening to the saddest of songs
while watching the stars in their
final suicide leap,
upon the friendly pavement.
this is the realization of
masks, prescribed painkillers,
and the exchanging of words
without saying anything at all.
it will tear us to peices
and i'm afraid i might just
tonight, when you sail across my sea
remember i named them after you,
they're everything i meant to say,
reali swear to Godreal9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that i love mine as much as
you love yours and that
if i could find the words to say it,
i would. if i could
find the perfect words, if i could just
close my eyes and instead of thinking
i love him i love him i love him
think of something poetic and real and un-cliché,
just for a second,
i would. but
i am-he is-we are poetic,
teadreamteadream7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She drinks a Russian dream
from a cup painted with straw-
berries, smells a thousand years'
worth of mountainside,
sees monks with calloused hands
lay tiles to glimmer golden;
shards of indigo, carnelian, god
in the candlelight.
There is everlasting smoke;
it lays a shadow across
threatens holy rain
deep in the sepulcher.
This is a mountain promise,
a prophecy for when
time stirs the earth enough
to claim cathedral walls,
and lay the monks