My Murderous FriendsDraw your swords you murderous men.
Draw nigh with your arrows dipped in poison.
Let your lying lips come close to my ear.
Let your deceitful eyes meet mine.
The time has come once again.
The time to reveal your true nature.
You live to shed blood, my "friends".
You live to watch me suffer.
Come now, and pierce my heart once again,
with words that slaughter my very soul;
that cause my life to bleed out inside of me,
with rivers of tears that seem to have no end.
Come. Stare at my suffering,
with pitiless eyes that know no empathy;
with lips shaped in joyous smiles.
With laughter and joy, dance around my pain.
Your venomous words penetrate my being.
I stumble from all the pain of your poison.
Light and life is slowly drained.
Shrouding me in darkness
Have I pleased you now my "friends"?
In the midst of my pain, I see you laughing.
Surely my suffering was not in vain,
For you are happy.
The earth is made drunk by my blood.
Blood shed to satisfy your evil thirst.
You wield weapons t
lonlinesslonliness is like a gaping hole in one's heartlonliness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out which all hope and joy is drained.
if the solitude persists,
beyond mortal limits,
we shall lose ourselves
and become the living dead,
mere bodies filled with saddness and pain.
The FeelingIts burning in my chestThe Feeling1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The fire is raging
So warm and friendly
Once felt before long ago
Radiating throughout the room
I think I remember this feeling
Innocence DefiledInnocence DefiledInnocence Defiled1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in hails of gunfire
Innocence and youth
from fragile hearts
caught in the crossfire.
If alive, displaced
if not physically.
hands of the young
the scarred future.
seeds of hatred and anger sown.
they rise on the corpses
of those they loved
those they deem martyrs.
Forced to set aside childish things.
Forced to surrender their childhood.
Dolls and toys,
replaced with guns.
Education and books,
replaced with knowledge of war
and images of blood and violence.
The sound of laughter
the sound of gunfire
The seeds are being sown in these broken hearts.
Seeds of war still to come
as hatred begets revenge
in lives tossed into wars
that they did not start,
but will continue to avenge those they've lost.
Innocence has been drenched in blood.
It has been defiled,
Hearts and mi
The Things I Am in Love WithThe sound of the rain as it pours downThe Things I Am in Love With1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from thunder clouds and
hits my window pane as thunder
and lightning flash
in the background.
The feel of a hardback book
that is full of
thick paper and
written down for my eyes
as it's cradled in the palm of my
The smell from a closing
door of the
down the street, the one that
I am not
to walk to alone.
The sight of a sunrise reflected
off someone, a sight better than
the actual sunrise,
for not only do you get the
you see them
with their own sunrise.
The taste of something
that will forever burn my mouth and
scorch my throat, but I
the fire in my stomach
the lava in my veins
for the feeling is
and whenever I hurry
to soothe my throat, there will
always be one part of me
that wishes for it to
I am in love with these things,
for I will always stop
until the suns comes out,
I finish my story,
I walk back home,
the day begi
To Save A GhostStanding in the moonlight,To Save A Ghost1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the dance begins,
Graceful in your movement,
Tonight you meet your end,
The bones of a loved one,
As the fires are lit,
And you have made the choice,
No turning back,
As your movements take shape,
An elegant dance,
To save a life,
That has already been lost,
A price you will pay,
At the end,
For in order to rescue the dead,
You have to give a life,
To replace the one they had,
As your dance stops,
You are surrounded by light,
And right before your eyes,
Stands the one,
Who had met their demise,
A moment of love,
As you hug them tight,
Is gone in an instant,
As you replace their life,
Alone but alive,
Where your dance took place,
You have taken their spot,
In the land of death,
For that is the price,
Of Rescuing A Ghost.
The Ghost in the MirrorI saw a ghost of a girl in the mirrorThe Ghost in the Mirror1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I almost screamed until I realized I knew her
Her tired eyes held secrets that only I knew
Her cold lips spoke stories I knew weren’t true.
I knew those fingertips, stained red with the blood
That she used to paint smiles on flowering buds
Her heart beats blue, cold and toxic to the touch
But it wasn’t like she ever let anyone grow close enough
To even catch a glimpse of what hid behind her shell
A red and burning heart whose fires rivaled hell
And she always wore a mask as if she lived a masquerade
Which was true of course, her whole life was a charade
Her mask was of those that actors wore in theater
And her whole life was just a one night feature
The one that the critics hated and clenched their teeth tightly
The one where the audience just smiled and clapped politely
Of course there were some that thought it was great
But with admirers so few, she was overwhelmed with hate
And this girl in the mirror, oh, she had such a twisted mind
A Voice to the CosmosI sang the song with youA Voice to the Cosmos1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faces to the sky
Voices spiraling to stars
Our story, lifted off the world
Breathed gently into the heavens
Enchanting those glowing suns
Not a happy tale, nor a sad one
A tapestry of truth
Not of love, not of tears
But one of life
And oh, how they shone!
Drinking in the light
And passing it on
The immortality began here
And will only end far, far away
With the rest of the shining blackness
A channel of golden threads
Pouring into eternal night
One voice grew weak
One voice faltered
Trying to live on
Yet was swept away and claimed
Even though you fell
I kept on singing
The story will not end
The stars will not dim
But now I'll sing twice as loud
Anger ManagementPurpleAnger Management1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That’s the colour of my anger
Not a boiling red that flushes my fist and passes by my eyes as a mist
Nor a curdled green that sits proudly in a pool of envious spite
But a churning, gripping purple
Like lips starved of oxygen
Tightening my windpipe, masking my pallor with bruises
Crushing my urge to breathe
To breathe fresh air and reawaken who I should be
I want to drown
A poison that lingers and festers
A gift from the cuts opened by the shards of shattered trust you left me with
Boiling and seething
Its steam only making my urge for vengeance
My hunger to satisfy this bitter hollow in my stomach
Grow ever more ravenous
Placid smiles hide the plotting schemes I harbour
To take you down with me
I could cope with a violent burst of red
Blood splattering the floor, knocked free by a wayward fist
Or the bitter tang of rolling green waves
Tides of jealousy swamping who I am, pulling me ever further
Bring me any colour from a spectrum of intolerable anger
Friends, without benefitswe are not friends,Friends, without benefits1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
friends don’t share
one heart, one mouth.
and friends walk in parallel lines,
brushing knuckles not
hipbones and I keep wishing
on the shooting stars
splintering in your eyes for us to be
friends but each time you sigh into my shoulder
how you need this, how you need
me, somehow it almost seems enough,
it almost seems like we are more
than friends but darling -
we are not friends, not even close
and we are not more or
less we just
The Wolf SongThis song is dedicated to all the Wolves,The Wolf Song1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
who had fallen for the pack,
who had died to save us.
Gods bless your bravery.
We will never forget...
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Left hearts full of loneliness.
For the freedom’s sake you have fallen,
They‘ve left your dreams forever broken!
You died to save us, your sacrifice…
It’s the greatest heroism in our eyes!
So brave kids of wildness,
Left hearts full of sadness.
We’ll remember, we’ll never forget… never!
Knowing killing you was the worse crime ever,
We’ll keep the memories of you with honour,
Swearing they won’t kill our kind anymore!
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Our hearts full of loneliness.
So brave kids of wildness,
Our hearts full of sadness.
You’ve given us the might for now and ever.
The power to don’t let them win – never!
We all solemnly swear, that we’ll fight…
‘til the very end of this dying night!
I'm (not) okay!Everyone sometime in their life is asked, "Are you okay?" And of course, we always give the standard answer of, "Yeah, I'm fine!"I'm (not) okay!1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because it is what we were taught to do. No one wants to hear "No, I'm not." because then what are we to do? We expect that same answer, so when it does not come, we fidget, we get awkward, we stutter, we don't know what to say.
And truthfully, we really don't.
How can we fix a problem we've never been met before? When everyone says they're "Just fine.", how do others expect us to react when the answer is the opposite? That's why we always say we're "Just fine." because we don't know. We're afraid. We're afraid of opening up to others and comforting others. It's not that we can't, but really, what can we do? Give a hug, get some chocolate, be there? That's a little hard to do nowadays.
Most of today's generation is stuck in front of a computer screen, with most of their friends half way around the world. How do you expect us to comfort you
WildflowerYou are the most beautifulWildflower10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And kind person I can come to be beside
You are the wildflower under the winter cold
And I am the snow you brighten by your nearness
I would love you with all my soul
If only my soul would obey
Then love me with your form
Freeze my petals with your touch
Arrest a youthful desperation inside my stem
With the rapture only you provide
You are the snow on a silent twilight
And I am the wildflower you suffocate with soulless lust
I would love you with all my soul
If only your soul would hear me
And see tears from burning eyes?
See broken towers which held their hopes and dreams
Fall in the sea of crying will?
Never would I bear to see such sorrow
On any countenance I can protect
To have grief in its expression
Only shows my weakness
I wish to be strong
Enough to hold those columns
And sills of marble and gold
That I can hear elated music
Of a being at peace
Whom never sleeps in hunger
And never wakes to tragedy
I would love you with all my s
write what hurtsi'm here to tell youwrite what hurts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about fire and living
& how both burn even if you ignore them
it's not about what feels good
it's about what doesn't
cornering what hurts
and exposing it
really displaying it
pedestal on high
for what it is
and not what it pretends to be
you are not living
until you hurt
you can't be alive
if all you know is comfort
comfort is only a sign
that you are doing what you know
it is admittance of limitation
because you are human
and only know so much
and it's agonising to think
that you can be comfortable with that
and not want to reach out
and touch every thing you find
and read every book you see
and hear every sound you can
because enough is never enough
is never enough is always
a like poemI want to write a love poem,a like poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I only want to be in love
if I have someone there with me.
I romanticise the efforts
of pressing pen to paper,
painting pages personal
and colouring them
the same green as your eyes-
that's something that never
strikes me as common,
as something permanent
or a given
like a constant variable.
to wake up,
and see the lids like curtains,
thick and deep like night,
I feel like I am a film photograph.
and when they open,
sealed with sleep
and more honest than ever
before a single wall can be erected,
I see a poem
as I begin to swim,
in place of writing it down,
I smile along with you
and we readjust
to be closer and enfolded
like paper cranes
in the other's arms,
with a connection,
of lips and teeth,
we drift off again
to a sultry sleep.
sleep and dreamevery ebb and flowsleep and dream4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
swims like a memory,
floundering or aching
the way they do
when sleep deems itself
king of impossibility.
(these are the times
i wish you could
love me long enough
Dear PsychopathI'm gonna write you a letterDear Psychopath1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something that'll remain in your mind forever
I wonder if your heart shivered
From all the lies you delivered
Does this brain of yours even recognize empathy ?
Or are you a psychopath that finds joy in others agony ?
That's quite a show you performed
Broke in into people's lives and left it stormed
Stole the hearts of the innocent souls
Treated them as if they're just a bunch of tools
Don't be fooled if you thought you made your getaway
I wont lay a finger at you but in your head ill make sure youll pay
If only you did the right thing and confessed for your crime
I would have forgiven you and gave you my time
But that's too late now a liar is who you are
You think I'm crawling in darkness ?
Look up I'm a star
Hell In Her Eyes, Heaven From Her LipsHer poison gaze, wrapped in sweet wordsHell In Her Eyes, Heaven From Her Lips8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Drunk off the thrill of danger
The colliding of two worlds
But she never became a stranger
Slowly breaking apart
Coming undone by a mask of bliss
Enslaved by guileful lies
Heaven from her lips
Hell in her eyes
how not pretending anymore is a blessingi won't pretend to anyone that i'm not scared. here i am, standing before god-knows-how-many-people, telling them things i don't have the heart to even tell my mother. especially things i don't have the heart to tell my mother.how not pretending anymore is a blessing3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i could never tell her how many times i've looked at the stars and used them to hold onto my wishes on paper strings, make them hold onto my wishes and me, mostly me, like a marionette
until the sky faded from black to blue, just like the bruises i put on my skin. sometimes a girl doesn't know how to cope, and that's why those paper strings, those thin, angry lines hanging from the heavens,
found their ways to my arms and bled me happy.
i could never tell my mother how i've dreamt of flying and dying and how i can't tell the difference anymore, just the way i can't look in the mirror without crying, just the way i can't look in the mirror and tell if i am human or monster.
it's impossible to tell the woman who put you into this world through hours of pain, becau
an hour i can never get backthe light overheadan hour i can never get back3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fluorescent like that
in a train station-
millions of miles
held in the same breath
beneath the same roof-
flutter in rolling hills
sometimes like the moon
and sometimes like the sun.
it is like the day and night
of you that i see-
the day, so many more miles
like that train station,
than the complete lack of space
and utter abeyance of distance
we would find at night.
i fear that,
your absent heart
will become ugly to me;
simply your fear
will turn my hurt to flame.
it is already too much
to flicker from rose to dessication
in the matter of times
the secondhand twitches.
all i ask is for
honesty, as exposed as
tree roots to the desert sandstorms.
i promise peace, ease,
and the everlong relief
that i will be quiet
for you once more.
in lieu of emptinessi have theories spinning websin lieu of emptiness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the corners of my head
about the tricks,
with which i play to make myself
into something less clear,
a less recognisable wolf
in a girl's clothing.
the reflections i make
as i look in the still sea
the moon sweeps across the surface
and shines something brighter
and i feel softer,
instead of sleepwalking,
i am awake.
sometimes a nerve impulse
skips from skin to skin
until our mouths become
lost in wide apertures,
and sheets become rivers.
at this moment my arms unfurl
like vines, hands like leaves
and i open, a midnight blossom,
leaving the sickness and sadness
and falsity in the soil.
i become something of a trellis
for you as you grow-
feel shame for this.
you wheedle roots into steadier soil
and it holds the trembling lattice tight.
i am kept in place-
my legs become stable
in your earth.
presumptionsi know i'm a very common-,presumptions3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i look like i floss my teeth
at least once a week
and have never worn
like i devour books like candy
and never talked during class.
it's funny when people are nothing like how they look.
so let me tell you something,
let me set you straight:
i'd have you believe
i'm not some heavily medicated girl
with snakes up and down her body
in bright red rows, all raw and scabbed and
constant, ceaseless, neverending reminders of fucked-up and failure...
but it never took much for you to talk me into bed.
letting you think i'm some perfect porcelain figurine
without cracks all up my spine is about as ok as forging your mom's signature;
meaning it's alright as long as it's nothing serious.
and maybe that's the problem.
playing hopscotch cross-continent all summer and
making a patchwork quilt out of our travels when the cold sets in
is a pretty serious stab at giving us another go.
i can deal with touch, i just might shudder
reminiscencesometimes i wonder ifreminiscence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we only tangled in the dark
because you are ashamed
of me and any pair of eyes
but your own
until i reflect like a mirror
or a pond
over the casualties of copies
and cutting paper,
and revert to the times
you pulled me close
in the snow and cold-edged ledges
of a parking garage,
wrapping me in a web
of warmth and you
i know things got a little messy
between the two of us,
hearts and copy machines,
lamination and lamentation,
there was a beauty
that shined brighter
than the moon on broken glass.
it's not enough
to say that i miss you.
the tendrils of my heart,
spun like silk
and just as fine and fragile,
do not reach for yours.
the only grace i feel
was left unfolded
was the settling
where we could have
three.there is athree.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
only seem to
what was once our home is now our horror.when i'm not talking to youwhat was once our home is now our horror.4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
i feel like vomiting,
walking behind a boy
who wore the same cologne
i can't cancel us-
we aren't a subscription-
before we have been
like soles of
and i think you
as heavy as it is,
compared to the weight
of our hearts.
i don't know
if we'll ever
let this go;
but before we're done,
i need you
to look at me
the way you would
and not a naked girl
undressing in front
for the last time.