philosophy.if a man puts a gun to his head and pulls the triggerphilosophy.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and no one is around to hear it,
does it make a sound?
PhilosophyWhat is philosophy? To philosophize is to not think about something, but to think upon those thoughts. You are to go beyond thinking, a thought beyond the thought. To think, you are to walk upon the ground, and observe it. To philosophize is to get upon your knees, and to DIG into the ground! You are to take your thoughts even further than your thoughts already. But I have heard that to philosophize is a gift. But why? Why cannot everyone take a deeper meaning into the thoughts and think upon thoughts? To dig into them? Is it the "strength" of the mind? For the one unable to philosophize, they are unable to dig their fingers into the ground. But then are we to say that those whom cannot philosophize weak minded? I don't think so. That's not right to say one is weak. But what is it that makes one unable to take a deeper meaning into their thoughts? Is it the mental comprehension? Can one only understand to a certain point? But does that mean philosophizers minds are to be unbound to comPhilosophy7 years ago in Open More Like This
God Doesn'tFull Title: God Doesn't Hear the Cries of the Arrogant, You Unholy PrickGod Doesn't8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I forgive you for always being angry.
for teaching me to channel anger into
sex and not understanding the difference.
for using sex against me, for getting
what you wanted (a virgin) and telling me
I was a whore because of it.
I forgive you for raising your hand on more then one occasion.
for calling me a cunt and showing me the depth of hatred
you can have for yourself. for allowing the time for my spine
to grow thicker and my fears less and less until I wanted
you to hit me, to prove something, like that maybe you
really could follow through with things that you said instead
of meaningless threats. for being a pussy (but for being
smart enough not to).
I forgive you for making me blame
myself. for reacting only in sudden
defences now, and for the difficult
life I have ahead of me, trying to
sort and lose all the baggage you
left with me.
I forgive you for August. for proposing
to her on wh
She Has No FutureI want to tie clocks to ceilings and shatterShe Has No Future3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
them to pieces like a
because time is my most
comprehension.the thingscomprehension.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i do not
my palm print
on the mirror,
a lion sleeps
always waiting, we are
lost at sea,
a sailor, no ship -
a mirror, no reflection -
joeyi want him unpoetic and graceless and impossible, rawboned and alive with the thrum of stubborn, stupid strength, arrogant and cocksure and good, with a roughscuffed heart of gold that longs for home and loves whole and pure and hopeless with a wanting that makes the words all tangle and catch in his throat but flow warm and willing from fingertips that know me better, with a rogue's twistlipped lightning smile and a laugh that rings echoes of the child he wasn't long enough, and eyes always, always burning fire-under-glass: brighter by the weight of the world on his shoulders or my dreams between his lashes, gold whispers blinking slow by dawnlight.joey3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
DreamsSubconscious leakage ;Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wisps. Reality is faint,
Colors are soft and deceptive.
I am myself. There was never any other option.
Surreal, impossible, and indefinitely pure.
DictationHands free and fashionDictation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
click click click
On the pavement
With spiked kicks
Six inch high
In patent leather
High shine like my lips
To be read as follows and
Followed in red:
click click click
I'm a knock out
I'm a sensation
click click click
I am a power house
From business to bed
click click click
I'm a rebel and
click click click
I am sick
And desperate for attention
imminenthushimminent3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a nothing inside me
i am lying fallow with my
split skin and hollowness
capture me here and hold me
wrench apart my ribs and
let me feel your hands
around my heart
i will not be remade.
AttemptSilence was never written down.Attempt4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the silence that I know:
night hovering outside the window, fingers
stuck above the gaping mouth of keys
and their strange, twisted teeth. Sometimes
the keyboard is a congregation of people
stunned by the light of the monitor;
they have lost their language, the voice
that spoke of history, offered hymns, knew God.
And that is when I step away, like an apostate,
and find a new sort of silence, my hands
guiding a book through its life, page
by page, the black stare of the television
just across the room. Sometimes a car
may growl by, too much like an animal,
and I'll glance outside that window
and witness the shuddering bits of its light,
always just ahead, evasive as prey.
Perhaps then I will discover something,
through this unnatural noise that dissolves
the silence of twilight, words lifting
from the page, a turn of phrase, a simile
that tells me that silence is like a bridge,
an overpass I h
I RememberWe all paid the price,I Remember4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for where we lived.
I can still remember
before life weighed so heavy.
A time when the concept of tragedy and loss,
were nothing more than forethoughts,
and the world
seemed like a better place.
I remember being carefree;
a skateboard under my feet,
the wind in my hair,
rolling through a jungle made of concrete.
I was a king;
a king in my own mind.
I remember gathering behind the liquor store
Red eyed and smiley
when nothing in the world mattered.
I remember concerts,
blondes in black vans,
and midnight trips to the beach.
There was no trouble.
Those were the good times.
Before Keith got jumped in
and perfect beams of light shined through front doors.
Before Ty caught a bat with his head
and Derrick stomped that fool to death.
Before the shooting at Shylee's
and before the blood bath on Rainy Lane.
I can remember
Going NativeGoing NativeGoing Native2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In your absence, the poems have gone into hiding,
tucking themselves into indiscernible corners
and folding themselves into your spare socks.
Monday, before dinner, I opened the oven
to see a few verses slipping against the back metal,
rolling over old stains and exiting quickly
out the front like steam. In a flash, they scampered
across the floor and under the refrigerator.
I haven't seen them since, but I know they're
back there rolling around, having a merry time.
I heard them last night, scurrying and scraping
their hanging dashes and musky punctuation
across the floor, leaving sticky couplets clinging
to the corner baseboards. Just my luck –
no poems and extra cleaning.
Changer de camp
En votre absence, les poèmes sont allés se cacher,
et, se repliant dans d'indiscernables recoins,
se sont nichés dans vos chaussettes de rechange.
Lundi, juste avant le dîner, j’ai ouvert le four
Carpe DiemHer life transformed in one tomorrow.Carpe Diem3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
On a Rainy AfternoonLike outside patters, Chopin's rainOn a Rainy Afternoon4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Drips steady with the flatted A
On sakura of orange peel
And washes down my sun-sweet meal:
A harvest from the girl who plays
A strain that wanes but comes again.
The EndThe walls have fallenThe End4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And so has the silence
The dust has settled on the floor
This isn't the way I pictured it...
I always thought the world would end with a bang
Yet all I hear
Is the sound of my lashes
JetsamI've been attempting suicide nightly.Jetsam4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Putting pen to temple and firing a single,
this is her picture as she wasI write to myself, as I was. I want to saythis is her picture as she was5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is not worth it, give up
when I am talking about the mean girls and the bitchy boys
and to say
it is worth it, it is worth it, it is worth it
when I am talking about education. I want to say
it will get you out of here.
I want to say
do not lose your virginity to him he is such a twat
do not go into that club and do not let anyone buy you a drink and do not turn your back
for God's sake, kiss him!
but I am afraid to change the past and find myself somewhere worse.
I want to say
I love you, sigh the words out through the years,
let them ache and echo in my fourteen year old bones, and tell myself
it is okay to be different, it is okay to be awkward, it is okay to dream a little bigger, it is okay to feel alone.
It is okay to be curious.
I want to whisper you are beautiful, you just don't know it yet and blossom l
Evening for RosesFavonian perfumeEvening for Roses3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the darkling gloom
brightens the twilight -
Oh! Sparks taken flight!
Petals ride the wind,
as if freedom sinned.
The little love notes
on the kissed air floats
to my window tonight.
sad thatit's sad thatsad that3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my shoes have never
filled with salt-water,
that the river can
never go back up
into the hills.
the cat despite its grace
& large green eyes
can still be killed
and sad also
the pen suddenly goes dry
the bone falls out of place
& sometimes the night only
sad that the trees are victim
to a single place
and it's sad
lighting a candle is always
sad that people
misunderstand each other
sad that the planet whirs
in a void
larger than itself.
it's sad that
doesn't change anything
and it's sad that often change
is for the worse.
sad that the girl hands me
trying not to touch my fingers,
sad that we only
what we want.
it's sad that people avoid
addressing others by their names,
and it's sad
watching the light
the short lives
of the dew
Great sex, Exhaustion, and Writers BlockLast night I managed to break you.Great sex, Exhaustion, and Writers Block3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Twenty minutes later,
I did it again.
you were ready for round three.
All I wanted to do
I guess it just goes to show,
this clock isn't what it used to be.
Time stopped between eighteen and twenty nine,
now twelve hour days
I drive to work like a zombie,
I don't always remember the trip.
Sometimes this is when poetry happens.
I don't pretend to understand.
Great sex, exhaustion, and writers block;
I don't know about this combination,
but I ride the waves
just as I do the day,
as easily as I can.
SicklyHer ivory teeth grinding against the sink's neck,Sickly3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The patter of water that has escaped from the shards of her mother's wine glass,
A rhythmic moan rattling within the cage of my flesh and ribs,
Splatters of imagined memoirs of faded children,
Quiet shrieks that rage in her chest,
And the stain of slaughtered wood,
Bleed on the paper.
Social DisorderWhen I was fourteenSocial Disorder4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I first stepped into the world
Was better than home
Two years later
And ten thousand miles
Landed in jail
Standing before a judge
With no one to call
I was truly
on my own
I learned quickly
To count on no one
And to shield
Any and all
This served me well
Even after jail
And the few times
I went back
But now it's a hindrance
Love to call it
An Irony of LifeShe spills her heartAn Irony of Life4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To me with words
Of emotional release
A desire I'm all
Too familiar with
When Frost says
(Nothing green can last)
Because she was green once
And so was I
No need for emotional
But as life closes in
It snuffs out innocence
And damages all
And so will go
Our only green
An irony of life
To break us down
So we can grow
So we can learn