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 Feeling9 months 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 Defiled9 months 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 With8 months 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 Ghost9 months 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.
Growing Up Isn't What I thought It Would BeGrowing up isn't what I thoughtGrowing Up Isn't What I thought It Would Be2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was cracked up to be.
I feel like my fairy tales and story books
Have been lying to me.
The world isn't so pretty and perfect
Like a kid's book.
Maybe I was reading the stories wrong,
Maybe I needed to take a closer look.
The world isn't a pretty rose,
There is more to it than that.
There is more to the beautiful flower,
It has thorns.
It can rip your heart apart
To the point that the shreds can't be glued back together.
Prince Charming doesn't exist.
Nor does the princess.
We aren't perfect.
Something the fairy tales never mentioned.
We get into fights.
And break each other's hearts.
We storm out,
Leaving the other all alone and in the dark.
Things are going to hurt.
They're going to make you want to scream.
Because real life is not always what it seems,
Unlike a fairy tale.
Where everything is happy and perfect.
But in real life things are terrible and tragic.
Sometimes I wish I could put
The veil back up.
Which distorted the terrible
Don't Let The Failures Control You!The painful failuresDon't Let The Failures Control You!8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which I've experienced
Makes me afraid of
The next failures
Which might come
When I'll do something.
But for how long
Will I be afraid of
These next failures?
How long will I be
And doing nothing
I'm afraid of these
Life is too short
To worry about
Have to do
I like to do
Even if it means
That I have to
Fight for it
Is not a
Garden of roses!
The Ghost in the MirrorI saw a ghost of a girl in the mirrorThe Ghost in the Mirror6 months 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
Anger ManagementPurpleAnger Management6 months 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
A Voice to the CosmosI sang the song with youA Voice to the Cosmos9 months 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
Hell In Her Eyes, Heaven From Her LipsHer poison gaze, wrapped in sweet wordsHell In Her Eyes, Heaven From Her Lips2 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
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 dream3 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
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 emptiness2 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
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
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!9 months 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
Dear PsychopathI'm gonna write you a letterDear Psychopath8 months 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
this is less of a love poem and more of athere is something to be saidthis is less of a love poem and more of a3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about resisting the temptation
to start out with a bang.
the hallway of your neck
has never lost its scent
and it's something, i swear,
i swear, i can never forget
because it's something surreal
to wake up while you're asleep
and feel you pull me closer
til our faces almost meet-
hold onto that almost,
hold onto it like stardust.
you need to touch me in a whisper
because it's been too long
since i've felt the hand of someone
who actually meant it,
someone who actually meant something
and i'm so glad, my god,
i'm on my knees
i am praying to(o,) my god
that we won't burn out so quick this time,
i'm too tired to bear new scars
i just want you to love me
but that's not something i could ever ask.
just some time maybe,
i know that no august moon can watch us forever
and keep us warm,
and no constellation can teach me everything
i've ever needed to know.
but everything ugly i ever saw about you
and everything unflattering?
it's gone like the magic we
something i should've written a year agoare you happy?something i should've written a year ago3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you hear that, but you don't actually ask yourself if you're happy.
you assume you are,
you expect yourself to be, you should be,
it's not important enough to think about-
because what if you aren't?
it's last summer again.
you've locked yourself out of your car
and we're sitting with our knees crossed
on the pavement in front of kate's house.
somewhere, you can hear fireworks,
but you know they're illegal because the town is too broke
to put on a show this year.
you know no one minded.
look at me now-
what if you're miserable?
july cruises in like a convertible or some equally hot shit.
standing by the sealit water,
i watch you roll down your window
to let the heat fall in.
that was the night we were under the stars
and in the sand, despite the poor blanket's best efforts.
we drank italian sodas and blew straw wrappers at each other.
we ate too much and i didn't cry.
crying came later. maybe a couple weeks.
crying came in your car when you told me
you swore to yourself
the best way to remember somethingi crythe best way to remember something2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every time you write me a letter-
in all my damaged glory,
still loved across miles of river and fields.
you are unyielding and unforgetting,
finding the words we never had
there are many moonlit stories
to recount and to expound upon in
i've got a burn on the toe of my shoe
from getting too near the fire with you-
the bruises on your skin
lasted for days;
the headband your sister gave me
and the way i cried
when it broke;
climbing up stairs, skewed like piano keys
in the winter air,
and entering your house, where you told me
to tug on my sleeve
because my battle wounds were exposed;
your dog curling up on your bed
to keep me company,
the way i was welcomed in your house,
getting drunk on vodka on new year's,
the first time you made me cum,
finding ourselves at a party
on the porch where we met-
i am amazed, astounded, awed.
you can love me even though my ear piercings are crooked,
a broken smile on my teeth
for every time you ran away, afraid;
breathing takes a second too longi'm just going to write this all out because if i stop to so much as breathe or count the seconds in my head until i feel like maybe you're a little closer to me then i might just fall apart. i don't have much control over my punctuation or spelling or grammar but i also don't have much control over myself and especially not over you and me together, and it's terrifying but it's all i want.breathing takes a second too long3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to be able to see you and i want to press myself against you as tightly as i can because there have been way too many miles between us for way too long and all i want is you and when i stand up i want you to still be against me and when i lie down i want you still to surround me and when i walk over to the door to leave because maybe you made me sad or maybe it's just time to go i want to walk out to my doorstep and have you still be encircling me like i am the destination on your map that you've been looking for for so long.
i don't want to be the sore spot between your elbow and forearm fro
dear alaina.dear alaina,dear alaina.3 years ago in Letters More Like This
i am not being passive-aggressive. i am not avoiding confrontation or arguments or sensitive subjects so that i won't get upset: i'm writing a letter that i can't imagine you'll see, explaining to you everything that i need you to know.
i'm sorry i'm not better. i'm sorry that i'm not trying. i'm sorry, but i can't, not now. i wish you could understand, without any fear or worry, that i need to destroy myself before i can get better. it's like i'm a phoenix, needing to catch fire and turn to ash before i can be reborn. i need to be the biggest source of pain and misery in my life; i can't let anyone else have the power to hurt me more than i have hurt myself already.
it's not enough to tear myself apart, in every sense that i can. it's not enough to pull strings of skin from the teeth of my razor and clutch toilet paper from the public bathroom to my arm like if i don't, i might die - in all hones