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UnderwearI have every interest in seeing your underwear, and that tells me more than I need to know.Underwear3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Tal vez -2-Tal vez -2-3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tal vez la cuenta atrás se haya acabado, pero tú luces tan encantador como siempre.
Tu sonrisa, tu esmoquin, tu elegante frac de color noche.
Atractivo, vistoso, arrebatador.
Puede que mañana ya no me despierte el despertador a las siete, ni que vuelva a maldecir por lo bajo su estridente chillido, pero tú lucirás tan encantador como siempre.
El cabello revuelto y descuidado.
Luz de luna atrapada en ellos.
Dulce, amable y confiado.
Quizás ya sea mi última día pisando este suelo, esta calle, esta ciudad. New York sigue indiferente, tras el transcurso de las horas; pero tú luces encantador est
Vengeance CloudsVengeance Clouds4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Vengeance Clouds
Rain pours from me to you,
Thunder trembles beneath my flesh.
The sky turns from purple to blue,
And glistens upon the grass wetly fresh.
Vengeance,gather in stormy silence in my time of need,
-Mouse thoughts-That's a funny place for cheese-Mouse thoughts-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Aerodynamic theoryPigs fly briefly from high placesAerodynamic theory2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
MYSTJakeMYST2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Growing up in Las Vegas is probably the most difficult thing a teenager can endure. I mean, it is the crime capitol of America—crime and kids don't exactly mix. The easiest way I can describe it to you is like a glass containing oil and water: the two substances don't go together without mixing them; and I don't intend to become a criminal.
For some reason, you never get used to the blinding glare of the neon signs outside of almost every single building, or the prostitutes walking the streets, not the constant honking of vehicle horns and angry screams of tourists and citizens, or the never ending, earsplitting shrieks of police
Murder At Age 105 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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GiftI made you somethingGift6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hope you like it
I made it out of you
Because I sold the world
That time when I thought I could buy it back
And gave away all of me
That time when I thought you weren't looking
And someone stole all the air
That time when I tried to catch my breath
So I made this for you
I hope you like it
Because it's all I have left
tedious traumathe naked baby lies trampled on the rocktedious trauma7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ripped from its beloved womb
it's left to fester while marring
no indention upon the voice of his procreator.
a smudge on the periphery
little thought acknowledged the validation of departure.
it could never be that easy.
detachment breeds fear more quickly than fornication.
at that rate,
conscious preoccupation
insures the eternal life of existence
sharing the fear of Søren,
it's vitality which is essential
not form or flesh
but emotional brilliance that shines fourth
through the glimmering thought.
LighthouseMy beacon light sweeps the horizon,Lighthouse7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Illuminating the waves.
Crashing on the knifing rocks.
Vanst and endless ocean,
majestic yet deadly,
my breathing rises
and falls with the waves.
The sea sighs,
she's as lonely as me.
She's vast, dark velvet, blue
and I jutting white,
protruding from her shores,
admidst deadly teeth.
Again my light sweeps across her surface.
Picking out each crestfallen wave
as they dive down to the sorry shipwrecks.
Every night I hear their creaking frames
crying with loss
and I'm filled with sorrow.
The clouds clear and the sea she mirrors the sky,
each star duplicated on her shimmering skin.
The mo
Urban WalkThis morning, I shrugged on my frayed jacket,Urban Walk7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was water in my mind,
Mooning over you
At the boughs of my cedar, drinking damp green all night long
Pat pat
Were the feet, white toe afore black shoe
Towards bus stop . .
---a nd . a crow whisper laster , later, lay there -
Softly falling from my grey dipped Monday sky. Th' enquiring eye ,
A bit of sun falling behind my ear
Sneaking into my thoughts with thoughts of avians in the dawn
Draping a bit of color over mythirstythroat.
She's lifted me up by the coattails,
To be following my s
SuySuy3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In that last twinkle of life, that indefinite wrinkle that clouds our senses turns us into saints. And, as a sinner, all I can hope for is youth.
As the hour glass turns inside out I'll stand there laughing at that stupid reflection.
Feckless, but not forlorn I can already smell it fading...
Fading into the singularity of the great nothingness I feared, it becomes silly and I become more and more fond of it.
I know what you'll mean when I can stop listening.
Just stop talking and you'll know too.
That Look In Your Eye...That Look In Your Eye...4 years ago in Open More Like This
Is it your devil
that makes me smile?
Or your frivolous look
shrouded in the open
vespers of my bile?
Toward what ends do you
mean, oh devil, that marks
my departure, your arrival?
Color Me v210 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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The Fallen-211 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Wake usDo you remember?Wake us2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How we explored?
Without a map but instinctively knew where we were going
Eagerly moving through the curves and creases of our new world
Each step burned into our memory
How eventually we knew all those secret places
Sometimes rushing in the eager anticipation of what we knew we would find
Sometimes slowly, lingering dragging out the end result
How we still often wonder what they have done
Where they have been
So long and slender
Soothing
Instilling a passion deep within
Sometimes held tight like a trophy
Molded for only you
Remember we were worshipped
Touch
Press
Caress
Sculpting the world around us
We gu
HerbstHerbst3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Herbst
Brennt Wälder nieder
In ekstatischem Rotgold
Feurig leuchten die Buchen
Bevor sie vergehen
Raureif versilbert Wiesen
Wie wir uns liebten
Morgenkälte
Erinnerungen vergehen
Stille senkt sich auf sterbendes Laub
Kein Knistern mehr
Wenn wir uns begegnen
Friert Winter sich in unsere Haut
LostI walk this desert, no stream in sight, my beliefs dead. With myLost1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
dreams far, I see mirages everywhere from what I could have
been if my morals still existed. From there I saw my old threats.
Soul for sale, it said.
That was hardly ironic. I had no use for it, and the predators
already made their bids, darkness staring me in the face. That's
alright. I've survived long enough, ready to fade.
Slowly, I kneel to the ground, the warmth of the sun thrown
away like an old rag. I knew, because all around me the desert
was burning. When you've lost everything, what could you do
but watch it turn to ash?
Letters To RomeoLetters To Romeo3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Dear John,
I don't expect you to know me. Then again maybe you do. I do not know...I wonder sometimes weather you visit all the people that care about you...not only just the ones that knew you...maybe sometimes the ones that you never met? I have never had the oppourtunity. I was born too late...Both my siblings were alive when you were...I never had that chance. Of course then I think...If I was alive...how would I have handled your death?...much Like I handled Steve Irwin's I'd imagine...have you met him by the way? Wonderful man...I think Paul would like him...Anyways. I may have reacted like that...except I think it would have been much
Nightmares4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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ChildI am not finished with my childhoodChild5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not out of my wonderment
My knowledge cannot fill up
Like a cup. It does not overflow.
I will never grow beyond my imagination,
My youth is internal, beyond my body
Beyond my soul and beyond this world.
The young ones here are forever.
Lo to the SunIf the sun takes its time to fall from the sky,Lo to the Sun5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the red can stay-
For a time we can pretend the world is ending,
That we are all loved, and love
And death is not what it is today,
But what it should be
Since with this everything would be beautiful,
And though we go, we stay forever.
none of the above8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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