Fake it chapter 2Fake it chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At the end of the day, I caught up to Jasonn (the boy I was or not in-love with) "hey" I
said "hey ." He said like he was ignoring me, "what's the problem?" "Nothing " then I
looked to his left saw all his friends and I said "I see the problem for some reason I
thought you were nice but you know what? Trinity was right you're noting but a jerk." He
looked up at me and squinted his eyes at me like people do when the sun is in their eyes,
and replies with a slight tremble "Trinity, Trinity said I was a jerk?" I realized what I
said was wrong, but maybe it was what he needed to wake up, "ah no, no, ok yes but she
said you used to be the nicest person in the world but then you turned into a jerk" "oh
yeah" then his friends came over and said "who's the hotie?" then another one of his
pathetic friends said yeah "Ha- ha man smack one on her right now." He stood there and
blushed and laughed I looked around and I smacked him and said "Trinity was right" I left
out of the
.i don't sleep to dream.i could show you what my dreams are made of.i don't sleep to dream.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the world fades away
but i haven't slept since summer
and I'm drinking vodka like it's love
because I want to be beautiful again
with the liquor on his lips
and the blue dress I lost I find
awake or asleep it is you I love.
DebutThey're setting up extra chairsDebut4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a crowd expected today
I never dreamed in a million years
that I'd be seen this way.
Lines of cars snaking their way
traffic control had to save the day
parking spots so scarce and tight
walking distance such a fright.
So many people in one little place
anticipation on every face
dressed to kill the precious ones
this is priority number one.
A beautiful day with a gentle breeze
spring so fresh on budding trees
Lined up in rows they gave this day
to watch me enter my fresh dug grave.
ExtinguishingEveryday,Extinguishing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see less of the world.
The experts say
it will only get worse.
My vision is slowly
Skies, once blue,
now look gray.
If I stare at your beauty,
don't take offense,
I'm merely soaking
the essence in.
the glint of your skin,
I will never
see them again.
With each diminishing
I see my world
with what's left
of my eyes.
I try my best
all the beauty
until the day,
I will see no more.
listlessNothing's on my mind, reallylistless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or maybe everything is
You keep your life rhythm through those beating drumsticks
Scream chaotic whispers in electric waves
Heart lit up in wildfire by the arsonist crowd,
As the crowd grows thicker
Thinner grows that trust of ours
In the electric energy hanging over our heads in this wild chaos,
I make out the silhouette of your body frame
The beat of the stilettos on the glass floor, casting laughter drowned in wine, moving pictures shouting from smooth clear surfaces.
He kept his rhythm, theories of life, to himself. For there is no space left in the world and in man's mind for thoughts of complexity and philosophical remarks; the world was built on numbers, consumes numbers, and every crook every turn every bolt and every nail was a number
They said, here's something abstract,
It's worth ten houses, this painting of listless strokes
And they gave you white paper
[For your breathtaking brush strokes, your abstruse words ]
But the whitewashed walls
SplintersTiny fragmentsSplinters3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of solid beams
their fragile seams.
Flung into the air
Not of metal
or of wood
from no structure
where they stood,
the origin of
flew from you
as guided words.
SeamsOne at a timeSeams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so carefully placed,
the bricks that built
my hiding place.
Each one mortared
with tears and pain,
So tall the walls
inside I stay,
to leave one day.
The story of my life is here
engraved in stone
When times are tough
I count the marks
that scar the seams
around my heart.
With better days
I see the light,
to venture out,
I bury the fright.
The fabric of my soul
with salt from tears
and blood from pain.
so far and few,
the torment strangles
the child I knew.
He hides inside
and trusts in me
to show him the way
Too many times
an ill wind blows,
these walls I know.
My courage grows stronger
with each new sunrise,
I repair my sanctum
and return inside.
Time will heal
but the hardest trick,
is the daily rebuilding,
brick by brick.
BesiegedIf, while thinking of me,Besieged4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are overcome with noise -
Noise that causes
in your synapses,
disrupts the signals
Noise that hums
with electrical impulses;
Noise that stiffens your bones
by arresting your nerves
with interfering frequencies;
Noise that swallows your serotonin -
I release you.
If, while thinking of me,
you are overwhelmed with honey -
Honey that sickens your stomach
with sweetness and hardens there;
Honey that covers your hands
and works its way through your hair;
Honey that fills your mouth
the way you taste,
the way you smile,
the way you breathe;
Honey that leaks gold
out of the grey folds
of your brain -
I release you.
If, while thinking of me,
you have one memory
that incites you to movement,
that reminds you to breathe -
GoneI can't smell the airGone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I can see the light,
shining down with ethereal might.
Reaching down to touch my hand
life escaping like grains of sand
the dial has turned,
blood has spilled upon the land.
Apparition in my sight
though I try with all my might
searching for a wisp of life,
deviled voices spit with glee
as I turn to slowly leave
the lifeless body
falling into thunderThe lightning last nightfalling into thunder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like crashing bolts, like silver swords
from the deep ebony above,
[the colors of your summer gaze]
there were no clouds,
[for they were floating in my mind]
his still image, in black and white, that smile
was like mudwater, filling up the gaps,
the blank, empty, deep voids
under my eyelids
I pull the blanket to my chin,
[flash, flash, boom goes the lightning above,
and i pretend to see a window shatter like ice,
[even shadows have deceased, to the brightest gleams of nowhere]
maybe you've awaken,
to this sound of a musical mess
our dreamy, dark reign
[don't you fall asleep now, with the darkness weeping its only known song,
because if fish have a memory of seven seconds, then you should forget me too.
Reflections of a rational mindBeing able to sense an unwanted trait serving as a human being, had me asking many questions about the lopsided amount of fear and destruction in people's lives and how we even got to this point in the first place. This overwhelming understanding led me to the social flaws that plague our evolution to the logical path of progression. We are blindly stuck in a world of false ego perfection, all becoming endlessly lost in the search of being unique. When in reality, you are just forcing the suppression of being part of the greater collective whole.Reflections of a rational mind4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
We replaced love, truth, and wisdom for a fragile infrastructure made of microchips and quick fixes from the pharmaceutical companies. They knowingly focus only on targeting the symptoms of an ailment but do nothing to cure the root cause of the problem. In most cases, the direct link is a malnutrition-based diet from unhealthy chemical soaked monocultures. This disease prone method of farming also has so many adverse effects on the land and w
UglyOnce in a land far far awayUgly10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
where trees would bend
and the grass would sway
A little girl had the strangest thought
and did't like the feelings it brought
She saw it much clearer
when she looked in the mirror
that she wasn't what was expected at all
Her hair was too brittle
and she was too little
and her nose was too big
so she looked like a pig
She used to be happy
she used to be glad
But today she was not
Today she was sad
She put away the glass
She put it on a shelf
She wanted most certainly not be herself
She hated her legs and she hated her arms
She had forgotten to think of her charms
She told all her friends
and her thoughts only grew
until everyone else also thought it was true
Her thoughts were like a contagious disease
It even began to infect all the trees!
The birds felt imperfect
and the flowers so cheap
So all of the insects began to weep
The sky started crying
Like the whole world was dying and
Even the rain
didn't want to remain
so runny like blood in a vein
ChicagoA soul would need more stagnation to be one for the saveChicago3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for I didn't know my words could hold a body over a city,
and I didn't know this disgusting and lovely city drew blood from strong veins
unstable city emerging from the underworld pink and primitive
in short gasps of promise and disappointment, I can promise you
that this was the saddest I've ever been:
your friends and me throwing magnolia petals into Lake Michigan not knowing
being afflicted with acute missing in New York still not knowing
having the most permeable love confluence not knowing
hanging a map with your city in the middle and stabbing it until the marker runs dry
can only hold me over until I know your world is beautiful
and the most beautiful thing is it doesn't stop being beautiful
and these moods we have are its beautiful rotations humming
and the city I can't stab through, it's just saving up its beautiful for you
GentlyHoldGently4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
PaintWhen the world has lost its glowPaint10 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and when the wind has lost its blow
let me know, please write a letter
I promise you I'll make it better
When the stars have left their gleam
When you wake up from a bad dream
I can lend a hand to hold
and hug you so you wont get cold
When the hills are hard to climb
When you're alone in wintertime
When you think you need a friend
To stay with you right to the end
Get a paint and brush in hand
Dear, I hope you understand
The cold gray world you have to face
to paint and make it better place
Color trees and paint the stones
Bring up all the pretty tones
Make the world a little brighter
Take it easy, take it lighter
Lonely GirlI painted.Lonely Girl4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You said I'm wasteful.
You said I couldn't hold a tune.
You said I made no sense.
You said I had two left feet.
You told me I was ugly.
I will be amazing one day.
Just to make all of you wonder why you didn't get to know me better.
Lover's OperaLover's Opera3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soft opera whispers its heavenly promises
To us as we simply lay still,
Whispering as lovers do,
Discovering we hold the secrets to the world
In the palm of our hands.
Dreaming out loud of the future unknown,
We float like dandelions in our joy,
High above the troubles of the ground;
Our love gives us wings so that together
We may fly.
Clasping each other gently in a benevolent embrace,
The coldest winter could not
Freeze the warmth of our hearts,
Nor taint the peace we hold between us;
The beauty of our souls outshine
Any anguish or fear.
Were I AmWere I Am4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to go home
But,I don't know were home is
I want to be free
But, I don't know were my cage ends
I want to be lost
But, I want to be found
Most of all I want to know
Why you keep coming around
there was more than silence(There used to be more than just silence)there was more than silence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We had a song once, do you remember?
They classified it as a disorder,
filed between "insanity" and "pitiful little things"
(but we danced to it anyway.
We had a secret language once,
In December, remember
It consisted of three billion characters,
Invented by the instant
By the second forgotten
we passed secret notes
Etched over scattering leaves
On sidewalks we left them to be
carried by the swift wind
Ducking behind bare limbs
and weaving, weaving
their way into frigid doors
you taught me the rarest words of them all,
and then told me that I was
the only and the only
of the black void above
On your sleeve my name I sew
But like a tree the clothes you outgrew
And with a toss you never knew
Which direction my empty insights blew
(and now, the world is coming to a stop
my needles are growing tired,
from etching over
[and over again]
those little swift etches
of string weaving secrets over cotton lines
and evading outgrowing li
to paint the world in wildfireI wish I could type like lightning speed the crash and the waves of my mind;to paint the world in wildfire4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Capture those illuminant dreams in pictures and paint the world in wildfire.
Everything has been a blur;
The saddest, the bluest, the silent
Lonely afternoons, books should make your heart sing and a thousand suns dawn meaninglessly.
You were an abstract painting, a vintage clock in the sun.
An old pair of jeans, of white cotton thoughts and smiles filled with questions.
A blur of passing cars, pouring rain down on the streets
That six feet height, tall enough to reach the stars
Complex and paradoxical,
Clear and defined.
We were two perfect lines
Going straight ahead at the same direction
None slanted, none failing
Two parallel lines that won't ever meet.
And when I wish I can write something from the true contents of my heart
I find myself writing clichés, teenage wishes and love stories for bedtime.
But when your father raced into the lake on Fortieth Avenue,
smelling of whiskey and faded memory, I cri
Crocodile TearsDie for something you don't believe in,Crocodile Tears4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
March right into your own decline
With heads held high,
hands grasped so tight
But don't worry dear,
Crocodile tears will be cried
They'll say things like
"they died so young"
Pretending to care
do you rememberthe daysdo you remember4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of grilled cheese and muddy shoes,
of simple joy tracked in through the back door
when your mother's call to dinner
was the most pressing obligation of the day
even halting the unrelenting advance
of those scurvy pirates
(a temporary parley)
when sticks and stones
were a garden's gold and rubies,
into dragons and damsels,
only as dangerous as the flames of your imagination
what has happened
to the sticks and stones,
those simple symbols of creativity?
now you wield them along with words,
those double-edged swords
more dangerous than any dragon
(though of course they will never hurt
what has happened
to the flavor of grilled cheese?
it only tastes now like
greasy toast and
no longer a reminder of your mother's buttery love
what has happened
to the irresistible appeal of mud?
left unsplashed in the yard and
shaken, oh so carefully,
off your shoes
no place for the messy sort of joy
in your white, white house
what has happened,