Dear AnxietyDear anxiety,Dear Anxiety6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I went to the psychologist today
and was diagnosed with social anxiety disorder.
It all fits:
the tense muscles,
the unremitting shyness,
the visits from murderers in my nightmares,
WindLike the leaves on a treeWind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a cold winter wind,
I have been...
Blown off again...
but that's just fine,
Because like the tree
in winter, I know
spring will come once
When it does, then
I will be the triumphant one,
regrowing what I lost,
The cold,bitter wind
that blew me off
to begin with.
Don't Do Flowers"I bought you a rose" he saidDon't Do Flowers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it was finished before it began.
I don't do flowers.
I don't do flowers, like I don't pay for sky,
as if to buy some dirt.
To what extent
can't we be bothered?
To use what we have -
To say what we mean -
But we can't.
So we let something dying
and I can't stand
so I don't do flowers;
I'll do it myself.
Comedians In The SkyComedians In The Sky3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You're a bad example of everything British.
Someone American upsets the boss,
But it's you who gets the loss.
Carry on soldier.
I'm not against you got it?
I play by all the same rules,
But that goes with passport.
But you've really made me angry.
Because you died
You stand with pride.
Then you wish you never died.
Like all Brits you go to heaven,
Because Brits don't have to try.
Others wonder why,
But it's a simple fact
No matter if you're choked
Fried or eaten alive.
Dead in space with no air supply.
You're not going to hell alright?
So I'll throw you off a hill,
Give you poisoned toast with dill,
No regrets because I won't miss you when you're dead.
You might threaten to come back,
But that's not British that's a fact.
Because you'll be replaced just like that.
On the Death Star it's a hazard.
There are thousands just like you.
Disposable Brits ready like you.
And then you fail your orders
Sith Lord Vader kills you off,
Force chokes you as you're so wrong.
VictimsWe find the victimsVictims2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are easy to spot
Among the crowd amiss
It is so backwards
Why have the weak
To suffer past the boundaries of a simple shrug
Transitioning to a cut
To dark thoughts
Lead to dark actions
To be resurrected
Before having it begin again
Why not target the stronger
Let them transition from the peak
To the middle
To the gravel
Leading to equivalent torment
To be shook in their core
Before rising once again
All because of a voice
Of a victim
To become a predator
Having become the enemy
Turning on his kin
Turning on the victims
The people who held him when he was at his darkest day
Who helped him cry
Not because of pain
But of joy
Because he knew others cared
We are all victims
Do not snuff it out like a fresh flame
And have our skin crackle in the fire
We will be wanted
All the victims are
Broken and scarred as we are
Death To The JediDeath To The Jedi3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The order is given.
Death to the Jedi.
Death to the good.
Death to the light side of the force.
And now the force is singing,
With the cries of crying children,
Younglings unable to control their thoughts.
And pain falls as the silence grows.
The force is now silent.
Not a whisper or murmur.
Not a cry or a yell.
No sign it's been used.
Just a silence of a dead race.
Hate and Love -Anakin-Hate and Love -Anakin-4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate and I love. Why I do this you may ask.
I don't know, but I feel that it is happening and it's torturing me.
Keep the Dream SafeHello my little girl, not your sister by bloodKeep the Dream Safe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never the less, over you I feel so protective,
When you think of it, it's not that odd,
With your child's love so sweet and affective.
In this sunny afternoon of May,
I sat on the bench and observed your face,
Under the willows you started your play,
You were smiling with such an innocent grace.
In Neverland far away, you gazed at the skies
After the sunset we’ll seek for the first star
How I love to see imagination in your eyes
Here you can be the dreamer that you are.
Why are they making you grow up so fast
When the time is not right?
Hurriedly trying to make your childhood a past
As foolish as to try make day into night.
Hurry my sweet, come!
We’re going back under the willows and blue skies
That’s where our dreams have their home,
A place where a fantasy never dies.
Stark DreamsWhen I was four, I had fallen on the sidewalk,Stark Dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you, a stranger, were there to pick me up.
I had no idea who you were, but you were
always there to help me out when things became
much too hard to handle by myself. You helped me
with anything, from chores to being comforted when
my parents were never home to raise me. In a sense,
you became my everything, my mother, father, brother,
and other half. You helped me to grow up, but I began
to question your presence and why I never seemed to grow.
"I thought this might happen" you had said. We walked to
the hospital, and I kept expecting the worst to happen.
I had not expected to see my parents crying over a body I
didn't recognize. I opened my mouth to ask who the person
was, but then you said to me, "For so long, I had taken
care of you, but now you need to wake up. Live a long life,
get married, have kids, and maybe we'll meet again in the
next life." With a start, I realized that I had been in a
coma for fourteen years and that you we
ReadingI broke your spine;Reading4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I gripped you in two-halves with hungry hands
and cracked you in half,
breaking you open,
and all of you, rich
with ideas and knowing -
Words upon words flooded me;
it was divine;
I took all of you
absorbed into memory
as I looked at you with hungry eyes,
and my hands never stopped folding
flipping you over
bending you backwards
peeling away each layer
seeing all of you
taking you in;
never stopped until the end
when your voice quieted
and you were done
and we were over.
and the book finished.
No Difference BetweenEven with bare feet -No Difference Between4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shoes, a distant contempt,
We might have been flying higher
Were we not pressing soil
We might have been better off
Decked out in iridescent scales
and in mud;
Flailing freely in breeze.
So let's take off these shoes, my dear,
And mix our edgeless skin
And pretend that there's a difference between -
Living in doubt, and
Living in sin;
pretend that there's a difference between -
Living without, and
CalvinCalvin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss my friend Calvin.
I miss when he would cry in the corner of my dark room, hiding his face, scratching the walls.
But when I would turn to comfort him, he was gone.
He did love my mirror as well.
I would catch him though.
I saw his reflection, crying in the corner.
I would say hello, but he would not respond.
And I could only see him in the mirror.
It was only at night when he would talk.
But that was something I liked about him.
I could hear him breathing heavily.
I could see the indentions of his hands on the covers.
I could feel his warm breath on my neck.
But he would not let me see him.
He said he didn’t want to scare me.
I said he wouldn’t.
But he would just leave my side, and return to his corner.
Scratching the walls as he usually would.
When my mother would come the next morning, and ask who did it.
“Calvin did it.” I would say.
She would only yell at me, saying Calvin was not real.
“Yes he is.” I would say.
“Then prove it to me.
PoeThe hill haunts,Poe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screams of spirits
On hill's apex;
Poe, where do you
Haunt and heed?
Where do you and I
Float and walk
Yet equally talk?
You have passed...
Tell me dead one,
What is time to you?
WingsYears agoWings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I made a set of wings
Woven into the finest white silk
Edges firm with golden threads
And silvery seams.
It glimmered in the sun
Fitting snugly, if a bit heavily
On my small shoulders.
And I launched off,
Emerald dust floating the air behind me,
Leaving a trail of shimmering gem-dust.
But as I flew towards the clouds
The sun caught in my eyes
And my silken wings flamed
Charring my milky white arms
As I plummeted
Towards the dry hard earth.
I drew myself a sketch
Of a pair of magnificent wings
Emerald upon fine silk
Gold upon silver lacing.
I crafted it with subtle care
And loosed it upon the world
Created with the
Blood of dreams long-lost
Memories near forgotten
And words I've never said.
I think you may have found it.
Now it's time for you
To try and make it fly...
I'm Just SorryCan't tell why you're still here.I'm Just Sorry1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I only bring out your deep fear.
Constantly near panic attack.
Focusing on what you lack.
So afraid that I'll go away.
Why do you want me to stay?
You deserve more than me.
Really, what do you see?
Trying to be better for you.
I don't know what I can do.
I'll try whatever I can.
I'm just sorry for who I am.
My love...Her hair falls in brunette cascades.My love...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fine like silk.
More beautiful than the finest brocade.
I sit and watch her for a while.
I hope to catch a glimpse,
of her most wonderful smile.
Such pale, soft skin.
Even the smallest of blushes,
would immediatley win.
I love her.
That much is true.
I would give up anything.
For her to say it too...
WhitewashI am buying some teaWhitewash2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a glass bottle
on a college campus.
Nobody is here after
7pm, not even the
Everyone wants to
get in their cars
and find home.
lots of waiting.
An old friend passes me
on the stairs.
We make jokes
Hell is a quiet place.
The silver token bottle cap
StarsWritten under the starsStars2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I wrote my vows to you
That no matter if we ventured far
We would do what we'd have to do
I kissed you goodbye
Tears staining my lips
And I kept wondering why
I would have to leave this
Thousands of miles away from you
I sat there all alone
Not knowing what to do
Felt like I was lost, left to fight on my own
But then I looked up at the stars
Saw them looking back at me
And although the distance between us was far
I knew under the stars was where you'd be
You asked what I would miss when I went away
I told you the stars and you
And you told me that I was your day
And that you were my moon
And if I had the choice
To choose between having you and the stars
I would use every breath, until I had no voice
To be where you are
Below the cover of oceanI'm breathing under crystalline water,Below the cover of ocean3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
being gently pushed and pulled with the tide.
I am a mermaid searching for a prince to give my voice.
I float and dance with the twisted sea grass.
Bright bioluminescence like stars below the cover of ocean
Until the eyes of a monster cross my path.
My surroundings morph into a murky, haunted scene.
My tail is replaced with shaking knees
and the chase begins.
Freak OutFreak Out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost are those fading into powerful effluvium
Be it moments
Also so long ago
The perpetual feelings and tones of emotions nonexistent
The wholehearted chatter and feel of paramnesia
Caressed tightly ever long before the nights end
Returning to the drawl and unmoving fixations of reality
Until the night comes once again
Like Tears in the RainAll those times we've shared,Like Tears in the Rain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All those moments, good and bad,
Even these very words,
Will eventually be lost in time,
Like tears in the rain.
i haven't named thisi’m eighteen and you’re eleveni haven't named this1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and there’s not a chance
in your small world
you’d ever doubt a word i said
and then you’re eighteen
and i’m twenty-five
and i know for sure now
how little i knew then
and you’re too quick to tell me
how little i know now
and it pains me to know
that i know enough to know
that you know so much less.
SkylineThe skyline,Skyline1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is a blank canvas.
The dawn and dusk,
Express their emotions daily.
With pointy shadows,
To guide their paths.
The time's true colours.
prairie handsyou focused east andprairie hands2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bathed in sundrips,
took one look
towards the west
you kept your head
forward and your gaze slipped
not, for these columns
do not shake.
and your gait sank,
and you sang.
you kept up
the best of
arcs and adorations,
in active aspiration,
but had not
the grace for this
and with your hymn
you courted dusk.