New DivideWords that burn skin away like ashes,
Falling, crumbling, bleeding,
The broken glass of a shattered heart,
Let's leave the pieces where they lay
The strength of a drum; bang, bang,
The softly pounding heart,
The tears that crash like waves,
The screams that pierce the silence
Perfection is unattainable,
Life is death-defying,
Flaws are happiness,
Mistakes are to be seen
Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Evil, is knowing better
But purposely doing worse.
Toying with love by the tether
And laughing when it hurts.
Prevailing by any measure
With no intention to reimburse.
Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures
Gaining what you never truly deserved.
To live a life of complete leisure
And never keeping to your words.
Manipulating and applying pressure
Because the rich and poor can never be merged.
The idea of a just world is just a rehearsed lecture.
Those who seek to create this will be publically purged.
We all fall victim to man kind's thin, green texture.
This is the life we are unwitti
One of Many.One of Many.One of Many.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm afraid of your judgments.
I'm afraid of what you will think of me.
So I make subtle adjustments
And become someone you want me to be.
I hide behind my mascara and concealer.
Smile and respond when instructed.
I'm not smart or sexy enough to be a leader.
So I allow myself to become conducted.
I allow myself to become obstructed.
I allow myself to become abducted.
I allow myself to become corrupted.
I allow myself to become artificial.
I allow myself to become superficial.
I allow myself to become egotistical
And live behind a carefully applied screen.
Because my real face can never be seen.
It's easier to act like everyone else
Share the same values and tastes.
Believe the illusion and forget yourself.
Because the bare truth is to spiteful to face.
If you dare to stand out,
Expect no helping hand outs.
You have to completely give in,
If you want to be a part of the world that we live in.
After all, everybody just wants to be able to fit in.
HelplessHer secret I can see it,Helpless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as subtle hints are clear as day.
I see her heart is torn,
and darkness fills her eyes.
It kills me to see,
through her faded false smile.
And to know,
that I can't fix her broken heart.
All I can ever do,
is to hold out my hand to her.
RelianceRelianceReliance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How do I know where I stand?
How do I know what I'm worth?
How do I know what I am?
Wasted Words.Wasted Words.Wasted Words.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We wait for the last possible moment.
Even when confronting our opponents.
How we truly feel.
We hide behind our counterfeit expressions.
Conceal and contain our countless confessions.
Failing to announce,
What our mouths long to pronounce.
We purposely squander opportunities.
Maintaining our positions within our communities.
Avoiding any disclosure,
Reducing the risk of exposure.
We use humour to dilute what we actually say.
Because the truth does not have to be revealed today.
We know there always is a tomorrow,
So today has not got to be filled with sorrow.
We wait and wait.
Stall and prolong.
Until it’s too late
And the moment has gone.
There is never a convenient time.
For us to say what is really on our minds.
It takes the sight of a death bed.
They Loved ItI was going to write another poem.They Loved It10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But they don’t take you seriously
When you’re being serious.
So I threw in the word “bitch”…
…And they loved it.
Impulsive SpontaneityImpulsive Spontaneity.Impulsive Spontaneity2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sometimes I have these random thoughts.
To live in the moment and don't care if I get caught.
Act out the first thing that comes to my mind.
And for no one to label me as out of my mind.
Just do something spontaneous like
Reattach my umbilical chord.
Devour a yoghurt with a medieval sword.
Play basket ball with a vegetable.
Explain to my doctor that his handwriting is legible.
Put a goldfish in my washing machine.
Break down in a gum clinic and cause a dramatic scene.
Confess my love to an actual feathery bird.
Raise my hand in an important meeting and not say a word.
Pour a bag of self raising flower on a bunch of small orphans.
Combine and flambé ice cream and baked beans in a sauce pan.
Plug in my Ipod head phones in to a golden delicious apple.
Locate and challenge Morgan Freeman to an official pokemon battle.
Take to the streets as a masked super villain.
Take out a pepperoni and cheese pizza from the oven without a mitten.
Change the language set
Similar DifferencesSimilar Differences.Similar Differences2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Accept and reject.
Choose and select.
Vote and elect.
Defile and suspect.
Genre and subject.
Gain and object.
Draft and perfect.
Nurture and neglect.
Locate and inject.
Wisdom and intellect.
Create and inspect.
Action and dialect.
Ambiguous and direct.
Receive and deflect.
Invade and infect.
Positive and Negative+ -Positive and Negative2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Replace a negative with a positive.
Combine a horizontal line with a vertical.
Find a balance between action and the cognitive.
However this process is all but surgical.
Positivity is not always visible.
Good ByeGood byes.Good Bye2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Something so simple and consistent. Something we have all experienced time and time again. It combines the long awkward moment with a short and swift exit. Signifying an end to what once was. An end of an era. A fulfilling moment that always had an end. The conclusion was always present, always there. But sometimes we choose not to focus on it. It almost makes the certainty uncertain for a period of time. But we all know its coming. Sometimes we focus on it to heavily and it ruins the remaining time you have. What I'm trying to say is there is no set way to deal with it. Its something you have to get used to. There are no sedatives to numb the pain or refill the exposed void. Effort is short lived. Things will never be the same. But the time spent will always have a receipt. A blank none existent piece of paper. Imprinted in to your brain. Converted in to the form of colourful images and videos. These memories will always remain on your saved data. It's the only way we know
Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught
Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.
Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.
Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts
Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.
It would seem then you are either one way or the other.
There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.
So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.
Because you can never know the person you one day might become.
My SociopathMy sociopath.My Sociopath1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
People are just a means,
To achieve your goals.
You don't really care.
It's all pretend.
I wonder if they can tell?
But I'm different.
I'm your love,
Even if I don't love you,
Even if I can't love you.
You will protect me,
And care for me,
And I will show you kindness.
I will act as if I care,
Because you make me happy.
Your manipulations will get you far,
StrandedStrandedStranded2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Out of place,
Lost in space,
What is my purpose?
I feel this same way
When I wake up and draw the curtains.
Very few suggestions
TabloidsTabloidsTabloids2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
That write the tabloids.
They only care about statistics.
The world they present is unrealistic,
Completely and undoubtedly materialistic.
Which seems to be a common characteristic.
Sex and scandal dominate the ink.
They tell us how to act and what to think.
Rose tinted words disguise the darker shade of pink.
To keep us afloat and ensure the morale doesn't sink.
The truth is censored and diluted.
The world that we live in is to heavily polluted.
Those with power talk, the rest are forever muted.
With government support their stories can never be disputed.
Life's LessonLife's Lesson.Life's Lesson2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The hardest thing in this life
Is to live in it.
Home AloneHome Alone.Home Alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything becomes so much more dark and sinister whenever you are alone.
You're constantly on guard and overcautious just to answer your mobile phone.
Any slight disturbance or eerie creak and you begin to panic.
Retreating back into your secure settee conjuring up the most dramatic
Scenarios that have virtually no possibility of ever occurring.
But that never seems to stop the cogs from continuously turning.
You fasten all the windows and arm yourself with kitchen based artillery.
And man your position surveying the living room as if you were a member of the military.
Increasing the volume on your television set to distract and block out the noises.
The local neighbors walk past your window but you class them as unfamiliar voices.
You can't help but be on edge until you have some sort of company.
But these common trains of thoughts are expected and customary.
I thought the same until I heard this one story about a girl called Anne.
She was in a similar situation; she was
Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.
She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.
She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.
Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.
Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.
There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.
The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows people will judge her before they have even read
Her story because they’re too caught up in their own narrative.
They only take the time to read your book once you are dead.
They say we’re born alone and die alone.
As humans we are built to survive and consume.
Even if you are raised from a loving home.
You can still feel out of place in your ow
Questions.Questions.Questions.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know the unknowable.
CapableCapableCapable2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I think we are able,
Of doing more than we are capable.
Taking Things To HeartTaking Things to Heart.Taking Things To Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever had the same problem critics?
Telling you your faults, forcing you to admit it?
Analysing your work till the point you wish you never did it?
Then forming and basing judgements on their observations.
Criticisms are hard to accept regardless of the relation.
Your first natural instinct is to defend your work through conversation.
It's not that their criticisms are not valid.
Sometimes I just take it as their refusing my talent.
This causes me to feel less confident and slightly off balance.
I respect any opinion that anyone has to offer.
Sometimes I just take it as if I'm being told of by my mother.
Or I've caused an illegal offence and someone has called the coppers.
But what would life be if everyone told us what we wanted to hear?
Singing your praise even though you can see it's insincere.
It would not be constructive or help progress your career.
I understand criticisms are designed to aid you.
You're meant to acknowledge their judgments and not
Think About It.I'm being ruthless with my writing again;Think About It.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slitting open lines like tissues and transplanting
them onto paper plates,
cradling nouns gingerly in my palm
as if they were someone's heart or kidneys
(hot and still [dimly] pumping).
I'm a writer, not a surgeon:
I may not be able to clear ventricles and
but I can preserve the people I love in the pages
of my notebook, press words like decaying flowers between
I may not be a surgeon, but I can save people.
They called me a pretentious bitch;
a nerd without even the common courteously to
wear glasses (so I can at least look intelligent.)
Apparently, formulating an atypical lexicon and
utilizing a dictionary makes you a freak.
They hate that I know the difference between breath and breathe
off the top of my head (one is a verb and the other is a noun, idiots.)
I'm sitting in a lawn chair watching the rain pour
beyond the edge of my shelter;
drawing a shivering hand through my hair
and breathing out a hot b
Have You Ever Questioned?Have you ever questioned?Have You Ever Questioned?2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Life's compulsory regulations and lessons.
The processes that are automatically assumed.
These social facts that are hereditarily consumed.
This holy reasoning that can never be disputed.
A uniformed mass that are complacently suited.
Have you ever questioned?
Why things are, the way they are.
How one out of eight planets in this solar system,
Facilitates life which revolves around an incandescent star.
How on this one planet both good and evil thrive.
And god's subjects commit sinful, selfish acts just to survive.
How the quantity of printed paper assures your material stability.
And the lack of it limits your social and mental mobility.
How our faith is based in an invisible, omnipotent director.
And tragedies occur despite the presence of this all knowing protector.
Have you ever questioned?
Everything that you know and believe.
And that what ever the human mind can conjure.
It can actually achieve.
Have you ever questioned?
Whether we eternally
Abuduction.Abduction.Abuduction.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.
Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.
Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.
Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.
With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.
How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?
No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.
No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.
To every family and carer that nurtured, loved, raised and taught
Their young to avoid and not to communicate with strangers.
Performing their duties as guardians, preparing and protecting them from any danger.
For them one day to be kidnapped, taken, leaving only their clothing as remainders.
After the investigations and DNA testing all the headlines will
MusicA song is poetry set to music,Music2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as love is friendship set to music.
Music makes things better, stronger.
It expresses things we cannot say,
and even brighten your day.
There's still a choice;
to listen to it,
or to be a part of it,
to make it your voice.
It can be a risk,
but life is nothing
without that risk.