Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Mr. FiveI checked my watch as I strolled down the halls of the Midvane Asylum. My supervising officer hadn't told me what I was walking into, unfortunately for me. A male nurse met me at the building office. His scrubs were smeared with what I assume was saliva, and his glasses were uneven on his face. He had no hair on his head, but there was a black soul patch staring at me from his chin.Mr. Five10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you here about Mr. Five?" the nurse scrawled across a clipboard as he spoke.
"Yes, the patient that we called about. You were told what the situation was, weren't you?"
The nurse sighed and nodded towards the door of the office and walked out. I followed him down the hall, struggling to keep his pace. He never looked up from his clipboard on our trip through the Asylum halls, even when he had to step around gurneys and patients. I kept the brim of my hat tipped forward throughout the walk. Something about the way crazy people stare, it unsettles me. The nurse tilted his head back towa
AutomaticallyI have blonde hair.Automatically4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That automatically makes me stupid.
That automatically makes me fat.
I wear black.
That automatically makes me goth.
That automatically makes me weird.
I'm autimatically all these things, even though I don't mean to be.
I'm not automatically sorry for being me.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.Southern modernization6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
GrandfatherI recall,Grandfather8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He was white.
But, not the
--"controversial at political dinner parties" and "this racist comment will cost him the election kind"--
Stark, snowy, riveting white.
His hair was always victim to the static that came from
the mountain of pillows that topped off his hospital bed.
He always lay there,
a beacon in the middle of the dark, mudd brown, living room.
I suppose it was hell to live the last of his life there,
but at six, I thought he was God,
living on a cloud that was Heaven.
I remember his warm hands, their blue lines, and their wrinkles,
the way his smile never met his eyes--
and his eyes said he had more in his mind than his mouth could say.
I would study him for hours while he slept,
Hoping he would wake up, be glad that I was there to cure his loneliness,
and give me secrets to the world.
Once in awhile, I was lifted to the wintery heights of his bed,
Set beside him to talk.
And his warm hands would cup over mine,
Whilst I told him about the dandelio
I Just Want To CryThere are days in my lifeI Just Want To Cry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where I just want to
Lock myself up in my room
The Words That ScarWhile I sit,The Words That Scar3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With cold crimson flowing down my arm,
I search for long awaited perspective,
Perspective and lost memories,
Of the Cynical Words that have burned my skin,
For years on end,
I explore the darkest parts of my mind,
The most chilling scars,
That you gave to me,
Because you needed to feel,
Because It was your form of love,
That i accepted,
It's what gave you reality,
It's what filled me with grief,
But kept us breathing,
The anguish that surrounds my soul,
The ugly self hatred in my heart,
It's all worth it,
To keep you feeling,
To keep your heart beating,
To keep me bleeding.
Dearest LoveMy dearest love,Dearest Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My past taunts me so.
It causes me to doubt you,
Which is unfair to you.
I love you my darling,
I hope I make it clear.
I know this must be frustrating,
And for that I'm sorry my love.
Please don't turn away,
They all left me to rot.
My dearest love,
I love you so.
Hope Lingers OnForge your dreamsHope Lingers On4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into an everlasting fantasy
Hope for faith
Find a fate in hope
Your fantasies always growing strong.
For every nightmare
A shape in the clouds
In every war
A golden peace sign
Your world looks bleak
It's just the way you look at things.
Love bridges the most distant stars
Belief in happiness
Unlocks the smiles inside
You may be in hell
But trust me, you'll wake up;
It's all figurative lies.
A bomb here
A bullet there
Have you ever looked in their eyes
As the flame goes out?
If you keep it up
The world will stop
And you're invited to the suffering endure.
The bond of fears
Broken by the caress of tears
Who am I?
The peace sign!
The voice that speaks
When all is lost, when all is dark
I'm Hope my good lad.
Tears to AshesTaken refuge in a stranger's arms.Tears to Ashes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crying softly unto his shaded clothes.
Ashes fall heavy as rainstorms,
clouding the sky,
making us all colorblind.
ReverseReverse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the tear strolls down my cheek
my hands clench the picture
the picture of us
and who we were
the picture that showed me
arms wrapped around me
i was that girl in the picture
all to find out
it was all fake
i slam the picture onto the floor
whatching the glass shatter
and the frame break in half
more tears stroll
as clear as glass
all to fall onto the picture
the tears collect themselves
and gather back into my eyes
the picture frame and glass
and travel back into my hands
i stare at the picture
the picture of us
ur arms wrapped around me
i was that girl in that picture
and i still am
i smile and set the frame back
on top of my desk
and wait as you text me
"i love you"
Brought BackCan you break down my walls?Brought Back4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moat carefully dug
Around this block of ice
I call it death
You call it a heart
All I can ever give
Careful care you bring
A warm feeling of death
A beautiful shot of bliss
Darkness beyond the galaxies
How can you find light within me?
No one can ever find me
Within all these dirty tears
An unbreakable wall
No fire can thaw this cold
What is this?
So hot and pure
An arrow of hot white hope
I feel it piercing my heart
I feel the blood around
Is this what it is like
To be alive?
Oh thoughts of suicide how could you lie...
Telling me there was no life?
Solitude shattered down
Like broken glass turned to dust
The moat plugged up
The monsters caged up
Death's twin lifting me up
And I can breath fully again
A blind cured from the blindness
No more gray-scale dreams
This night is morning again
Oh where was I?
How could I be gone so long?
Is this what it's like
To be brought back from the void?
So how could you break down my wall?
And the ca
What Music Is"What is music?"What Music Is3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A young boy asked me that today.
I bent down to his level, so our faces met eye to eye, and, grinning, I responded.
"Why do you care? Out of our world today, why is it you who cares?"
He looked thoughtfully back at me with his eyes, too full of wisdom for his age, and he said, "Because I want to make good music someday."
I liked his answer, so I told him I did. He smiled, seeming honestly pleased that I liked his opinion. He grabbed my hand as I stood up, pleading at me with his eyes, and when I looked into them, I knew he wanted to hear more.
"I will show you the things that proper music make." I said to him. And as I walked along down the street with this child's hand in mine, I thought of how trusting he was being. I didn't know what to make of it, but as he followed along the street with me, I began to point out the things with which proper music was made.
"Music," I said, pausing to think. He looked up at me, as he had noticed my pause because we had stopped walki
s u i c i d eA pistol to your heads u i c i d e3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A blade to your neck
So many colorful ways to do it.
Tie a rope around your neck
Take five too many pils
Jump from the stool
Swallow the colorful array.
Inject too much heroin
Ingest too much poison
All of these;
Such creative ideas...
But do you have the guts to do it?
Addiction = SuicideAnother slice to the wrist.Addiction = Suicide3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another cigarette to the lips.
Another cup of vodka to the stomach.
Another broken heart.
All of these feelings are captivated inside of me.
I want to free them,
but the key to the lock has been demolished.
These feelings will never help me put together my last pieces.
I wish to slit my wrists one last time.
I want another smoke before I die.
When I die, I want to be drunk.
When I die, I don't want my heart to be broken.
Addictions ARE my suicide.
Blood and Soot Blood and SootBlood and Soot3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold stares from judging eyes,
Deaf ears to screaming cries.
They are blind to the truth,
The pain in my crushing youth.
The person I don't want to be,
But all they see to be me,
The cuts and burns on my arms,
The blood and soot on my palms.
"Cheer up" they chant as one,
All I want is to be gone.
Away from all the endless lies,
Rise up into the perfect skies.
They can't comprehend my torment,
The reasons for my infernal descent.
Why my head screams to itself,
Sat there on an icy shelf.
No love, no life - Do I dare?
No matter what, they don't care.
Dying SlowlyI can't wait to escape and get a fresh startDying Slowly3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To get away from the place that's crushed my heart
The place where everything serves only as a reminder
Of a woman who could have been so much kinder
You see, looking back, everything here has led to something bad
Even the happiest memories eventually became something sad
Now the one hope that kept me going has been completely crushed
If I ever give these feelings a voice, it will remain hushed
What hurts the most is what this change implies
Each time I think about it I feel pain as tears fill my eyes
Not even my old coping methods are working any more
I feel so much more lost than I have ever felt before
What tops it all is that a previous struggle has returned
And every single morning I wake up I find myself more concerned
But this time, my haunted dreams will be my own weight to bare
Partly because, as pathetic as it sounds, I have no one with whom I can share
But I know I can't bring myself to keep on trying
Because deep down inside I kn
To love a MurdererIs it ever possible to love what has murdered you?To love a Murderer3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What pulls you to the floor each night, what drags you out of bed when you can hardly keep your eyes open.. is that thing worth loving when yet it causes you so much pain?
Perhaps it is just a figment of your imagination-- it's not really killing you, it's all in your head.
And yet you can't help but sense the feeling that it knows it's hurting you.
You can see it in the dirty smile that curls its lips.
But your vision is far from clear- in fact it has fogged over long before now, so even you cannot trust yourself now.
So who is left to trust?
Do you trust this potential murderer? Or do you trust yourself?
But who's to say that they're not the same person?
Failure to FightBright red reminders, line my wristFailure to Fight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cuts from last night, show I lost the fight.
Tears and anger, pain and lies
feed these cuts, make these ruts.
Painful memories, that once felt good
but now only remind me, whenever I see.
Of why I did it, why I needed to feel
But I wish I had not, I wish I had fought.
Today I wrote you a poemToday I wrote you a letterToday I wrote you a poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One that you'll never see,
I wrote it just to write it
So really it's just for me.
Today I painted you a picture
One of anger, pain and blue,
You wouldn't even recognise it
It is really nothing like you.
Today I sang for you a song
Whose lyrics made others cry,
Truth that's laced with sorrow
But my eyes stayed quite dry.
Today I wrote you a poem
One I haven't even read.
Today I wrote you a poem
And this; is what it said.
Because I'm A GirlI worry too muchBecause I'm A Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trust too quickly
Cry too often
Laugh too hard
And love too deeply
I sleep with stuffed animals
Hate my enemies
Love my friends
And act spontaneously
I spend an hour doing my hair
Just so it can get ruined during the day
I eat my weight in chocolate
Just so I can complain about it later
And I do things I regret
Then forget to learn from the experience
I put everyone before myself
Get hurt too easily
Let people take advantage of me
Am a huge romantic
And just want to be loved
Because I'm a girl.
Plain and Simple.
He's Singing Never Fall...Boy: We've been together, for a while now,He's Singing Never Fall...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Girl: Yeah, we have.
Boy: Through the stormy weather, and the let downs.
Girl: Many let downs
Boy: But I know
Girl: What do you know?
Boy: In my heart
Boy: It was love right from the start.
Boy: This can change for the better.
Girl: I think it can.
Boy: I'll give it time,
Girl: How much time?
Boy: I'll give it forever.
Boy: They say that it's nothing,
Girl: It's not nothing.
Boy: On the phone like it's nothing?
Girl: It's not nothing
Boy: I'm scared I'll never fall in love again.
Girl: I hope you don't
Boy: They say that I'm crazy
Girl: Yes, you are.
Boy: For keeping my baby,
Girl: Yeah, I agree
Boy: I'm scared I'll never fall in love again.
Girl: Please don't
Boy: Why am I crazy for keeping you?
Girl: Because I don't think I deserve you
Why Can't I Just Tell You?The way you talk,Why Can't I Just Tell You?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way you move,
Has enthralled me.
I'm no longer myself,
I'm someone else.
I love you.
But I can't tell you.
I loveI love you with the heartI love4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
of a spring that never ends
I love you with the strength
of an oak that never bends
I love you with the words
which are the carvings of our fate
and I love you in the time
where it will never be too late
~Love is like a fairytale
you have to believe
to make it true