:in between words and worlds:i.:in between words and worlds:3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With amorphous regret in my mind and genesis in my notebook I turn the page and there is the hateful etching of your name a hundred times over and over until its engraved on my wrists and under my eyelids, those crimson marks dispersing into atoms when I close my eyes, there is the slight tremble of the summer leaves and the south birds migration, there are the salmons leaping in ocean's tears and mountain's streams and there are cars whizzing by the empty voids between our words and worlds.
To you, words exist in worlds
And to me worlds live in the existence of words
But you'll only frown and turn away, and accuse me of being philosophical and boring.
Because maybe that's what I am, a cluster of clashing words,
Clashing worlds when I shut my eyes
And clashing sounds like soap water when I just l i s t e n .
In the translucent yellow of this candlelight, the lisp of words soften to words sifting above whispers, and in vain I sketch in my mind the shape of your smi
DespairSmiling is how I make it through the day,Despair4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pretending that everything is just okay.
I conceal the intense ache that I feel inside,
I laugh and joke and push everything aside.
No one ever cares to look into my eyes,
If they did, they'd see past the disguise.
The disguise I place on myself to hide the pain,
To hide the darkness that I can't explain.
I have pitch black darkness inside of me,
This gloom is filled with things I cannot flee.
It sucks away the happy feelings I might contain,
And leaves behind the hurt and pain.
I find myself hating the world and my life,
So much so that I pick up the knife.
I need to feel something, anything at all,
Even if it is something that I used to appall.
I bring the knife down until it's on my arm,
And begin the downwards spiral of self-harm.
The blood begins to flow as the pain ebbs away,
My straight path has now been set astray.
For a while I feel again, for a while I'm alright,
But the feeling vanishes like a candlelight.
Once again I reach out for
Heart On My SleaveHeart On My Sleeve.Heart On My Sleave2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Fabric keeps its distance.
Clothing unstitches upon contact.
Insulation offers little assistance.
My exposed skin refuses to interact.
Veins pump overtly.
Hair grows assertively.
Impossible to protect.
My true coating unveiled.
Clothing refuses to intersect.
Immunity has failed.
Susceptible and sensitive.
My wrapper has been removed.
Useless and ineffective.
Wounds interrupt the smooth.
The king of hearts has dealt.
With this hand I can never win.
Every emotion felt.
Against my unsheltered skin.
I wear my heart on my sleeve I cant help it.
Every feeling manifested, I have felt it.
Try to express how I feel with a felt tip.
But my defence decreases with every slight nip.
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
Spoken word poetry?I want this to be more than spoken word poetry,Spoken word poetry?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want this to be more like open heart flowetry
(And for those of you who recognised
The blatant plagerism,
Thanks for making the decision
To keep it to yourself.
Otherwise I might have got nervous and forgot how to rhyme and ended up just talking without any purpose...)
But if you'll give me time
To prime my one sublime line
To launch myself into a state of higher being
Inflated with poetic meaning
Where I'm lifted from the ground in a cloud of verse....
You'll probably be waiting for a while.
See, it's not really my style to get all metaphysical
And riff about
The majestic cliffs
Rising above tempestuous seas
Where the darklings play
Under skies of gray
Shrouding me in the mysteries of the ages...
Not that I dislike the romantics,
It just annoys me when people get all pedantic
And sacrifice substance for style
When rhyme schemes
Break ideas and dreams
Into little more than lines on a page.
But most of all I hat
I'm the pathetic friend?Do not think of meI'm the pathetic friend?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the pathetic friend,
As the worthless one -
Without a happy end.
Don't you dare belittle me.
Today, I have had enough;
I snapped and I shot back
To show you I've had it tough.
Do you think you are better?
Better and smarter than us all?
Wait, as I'm coming for you,
We'll see who takes the fall.
HurtWhy?Hurt4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why not me?
Why can't my heart be held?
Why can't someone hold me tight?
Why can't someone protect me?
Why can't someone love me?
Is it because I'm unloveble?
Is it because no one can love me?
Am I never to be loved?
The answer I guess tears me up
The answer may be yes.
All around me
People hug and cuddle each other
They warm each other in the cold and embrace
They whisper I love you
They laugh and hold hands
Everyone has someone to hold and love
Everyone is not alone
So why am I?
Why am I left out to the cold with no one to hold?
Why am I freezing while they warm each other?
Why am I standing alone as they stand together?
Why am I quiet when they speak to each other in softness?
Why am I broken while their mended together?
Why am I sad when thier happy?
Why am I alone?
I'm happy for them
I really am
But I can't help but feel jealouse too
Why can't someone love me?
Why can't I love someone?
Maybe I'll never love
Maybe no one will love me
Maybe I'll stand here all alone
Maybe I liv
'Cause When I Miss You I ExistΓιατί όταν μου λείπεις υπάρχω..'Cause When I Miss You I Exist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Γιατί δεν είναι πως το αποζητώ αλλά έτσι κρατιέμαι στη ζωή..
Γιατί ζωή δεν είναι αυτό που ζούμε..
Γιατί χαρά δεν είναι αυτό που βιώνω αλλά μόνο μέσα από 'σένα..
Γιατί τα καλ
AbandonedAlways there for everyone,Abandoned3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But no one's there for me.
I am just an old teddy bear
Swung from a rope on a tree.
I faithfully served my Human
Through every moment of strife
But now that I'm no longer needed
I stuffed myself with a knife.
Yes I am the unwanted teddy
who never uttered a sound
I wonder when you will notice
That I am no longer around.
Artistic RevolutionArtistic Revolution2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paint is slandered all over the walls
Music and laughter can be heard through the halls
Merry men are dancing on the stage
Be it young, old or whatever the age
Songs are echoing through the building
Full of emotion, full of feeling
As it collides with the drawings on the ceiling
Creating something new and appealing
As from the back rooms flow the words
Debates, poetry, stories about flying as a bird
Rhyme and rhythm
If you use them that is your freedom
That building is growing too small
As many want to join and walk through this hall
So perhaps it is time to expand
And spread art all over the land
My Dearest TornmentΗ νύχτα είναι εδώ, κόλαση και παράδεισος μια αγκαλιά ζεστή.My Dearest Tornment2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Εσύ κάποιες στιγμές μακριά αλλά πάντα εδώ, δίπλα μου,μέσα μου, με τυλίγεις.
Η συννεφιά χάνεται μαγικά , η θλίψη μάς αρνείται.
Μαζί σου μαθα
REVOLUTIONThe revolution is happening againREVOLUTION3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the British and the Patriots fighting again
The revolution is happening again
Only this time its with men born with big powers
We the people must defend our rights
The rights that God gave us from creation
We are supposed to be free and show our colors
But instead we are enslaved by the big bags of gold
Taxation without representation
Legalization without representation
Dare pass your firery brim stone at our freedoms
Go on; I accept your challenge
Individuals whos lives you will destroy
Destruction of blocking out voices that wish to be heard
Poets, artists, writers, and even singers
You should be afraid of us
Revolution I say will come
I felt it in the air as you passed your flaguence
You ate so much ruffage that your bowls could have never contained
We have to sit in your stink but it will change soon
We are the Minutemen who fights for our freedoms
Americans and foreigners alike
Give us our liberty or give us death
I want to challenge you for
The AweΔέος, αυτή η μικρή λέξη που μας κάνει να νιώθουμε αδύναμοι.The Awe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Φόβος, αυτό είναι.
Δεν είναι ατολμία, είναι ο τρόμος.
Τι να πιστέψω πια δεν ξέρω.
Τι να προσμονώ όταν ακόμα και η αλήθεια κρύβεται απ
To Keli Mou PerimeneiΤο Κελί Μου ΠεριμένειTo Keli Mou Perimenei2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Οι εφιάλτες μου δεν ήταν ποτέ αληθινοί,
γιατί τους εφιάλτες μου τους γεννούσε ο φόβος.
Τέρμα πια οι εφιάλτες,
δε φοβάμαι άλλο πια,
Όλα πια τα όνειρά μου
Only thoughts guide mesomething is taking overOnly thoughts guide me7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from someplace deep inside
this fear i've kept locked away
i thought that i could hide
i thought that it would go away
if i chose to ignore
these feelings that are taking over
i can't deal with it anymore
my heart tells me to be strong
to believe in myself
but how can i help anyone else
when i can't help myself?
this bundled rage that now burns deep inside of me
from suffering and pain; i now let it free
formed upon my bottled feelings
i was too strong to show
responsibilty over taking me
but i can't let it show
i'm not a kid, i'm not a saint
i'm just a simple person
trying to find a way to deal
with life's twisted conclusions
i'm not used to drama (i'm no drama queen)
but these feelings deep inside of me (make me wanna scream)
I cry out loud, sobbing my pain
can't believe it got this way
for the love of god (hear me cry)
tell me, tell me, tell me why
why is life so full of pain?
i'm tired of the same shit over and over again
what doesn't kill you makes you str
It's time to be aloneΔε σε έμαθα ποτέ,δε σε κατάλαβα ποτέ.It's time to be alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Είναι δίκαιο ..ή άδικο... Δεν έχει σημασία.
Έχτισες τείχη γύρω σου μα δεν κατάφεραν να σε προφυλάξουν.
Η καρδιά κ το μυαλό είναι ακόμα ελεύθερα ό,τι κι αν κάνεις.
ImperceptibleCan you see me?Imperceptible3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See that I've been crying?
See that my walls are falling
and my bearing has been broken?
Can you see that the façade has crumpled?
Can you hear me?
Hear my screams?
Hear the whine that escapes
and reveals the suppressed sobs?
Can you hear that my silence has been pierced?
Can you sense me?
Sense my hidden presence?
Sense that something is amiss
and that my toughness is now broken?
Can you sense that I found a heart and it is broken?
Can you taste me?
Taste that coppery smell?
Taste the blood in the air
and know that it is escaping me?
Can you taste that I am bleeding from open wounds?
Can you know me?
Know the things that hurt me?
Know that I still love you
and that I will not forgive myself?
Can you know that I am aching with concern for you?
Can you feel?
Feel the ache in my chest?
Feel the soft parts on my skin
and feel that they are faded scars?
Can you feel that I am shattering into glass?