Betrayed.I used to feel you,Betrayed.4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You were close to me my love,
But not anymore.
For you see my dear,
You betrayed my heart and soul,
Now shattered in shards.
You've made me fragile,
You've taken away my strength,
Now I've lost myself.
And you are not here,
Leaving me for another,
What did I do wrong?
I miss and hate you,
You've hurt me but my love's strong,
You torture me still.
My love is fading,
No more than a memory,
I am now healing.
I've found someone new,
Someone that's sound and loyal,
Your opposite, 'love'.
Black Bird.Black bird of grace,Black Bird.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
followed by darkless faith,
absorb the light of the silver moon,
to light the cockels of your soul,
let your eyes become a beacon,
to show the world your glittering aura,
and prove to all,
that dark wings can conceal
even the most admirable being.
Black bird of grace,
you've shown them all,
you brim with loyalty, love and life,
you have succeeded in what they cannot,
now you can continue to let your heart fly,
protected in your canopy of lightless wings,
but continue to shine through those bright eyes.
Black bird of grace,
I plea to you,
help my sparrow to hide in night,
help him to escape this earth bound nightmare,
whilst restoring his own shattered spirit,
for you are the best in him.
Show him how to fly above those confined by trees,
and how to escape his unfathomable memories,
so help this sparrow,
to stretch out his broken wings,
and learn once more to fly.
Just a ManLet me tell you a story of a man,Just a Man3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not propelled to fame,
Nor driven to mediocrity.
This is the story of a man
Born at the feet of others,
Forgotten in society.
His childhood lived out in the gutter,
His education in survival.
A diet of second-hand morsels,
Given up by the bowels of a gleaming city.
Money a foreign concept to him;
His only possessions the clothes on his back.
His filth a blanket, shielding him from false beauty.
Men and women scoff as they pass,
Calling him names too obscene to utter.
But despite the hate,
Despite the hunger, he stays "happy."
He stays happy in face,
A permanent smile
Stretched across his lips;
A desecrated mind,
hidden behind blind eyes.
I Have Too Much RespectFor the deadI Have Too Much Respect4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I put out my cigarette
On her shiny black gravestone
And I pretended her name
Was etched into the rock
The lord is my shepherd
Was carved in the plate
I laughed smoke from my lips
And imagined his handhold
You called it rebellion
I called it rebirth
We wandered the Lakewood
You brought out my laugh.
The Hopeful PessimistThey say the world is full of failuresThe Hopeful Pessimist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and this I know.
That nothing lasts.
I know this too.
Love is a product of parts of our brain firing,
pushing for procreation;
that do not explain
it was like looking in a mirror
at all the very best bits of me
seeing traits I didn't know I possessed.
They say the world is burning down around us
and it's true,
when I turn on the Television I see bridges collapsing and children sobbing heartfelt pleas right up there next to adverts for more shit we don't need.
But it doesn't explain
why I change the channel
catch a few minutes of a sappy movie
and feel a pang in my heart that's like longing
so very much
that I instantly want to call you up and beg you to quit your job and come home.
They say I'm an optimist,
but the truth is I'm a cynic
painted with a sheen of peeling façade,
stinking of hope.
Because when you sleep I touch my fingers to your face
onced was abused now safeOne was abusedonced was abused now safe4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now I am saved
Will no longer be hurt by the wicked one that was made
I cant take his pain no longer
But I can take the new love I have found
He has protected me from the wicked one
Now I am safe no longer scared of being hurt
Cause im out of the wicked ones relationship
Its good for me but that wicked one just keeps chasing after me
Hes banging on my door at this moment I am scared
The strong loved one is not here to save me
He has broken in looking for me I am scared
He smacks me in my face then kicks me in my ribs it only goes down hill from here
My phone rings it's the loved one the wicked one answers it my loved one is on the way
He comes over and saves me from the wicked evil one
He takes the evil wicked one away and comes back and takes care of me
I feel safe but never sound I will always have trouble with trust but with hime
I know im safe when he is here
The transparent humanSubject A bought new shoesThe transparent human3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Subject B is ill
Subject C sits on a hill
While listening to blues
Subject D and E are brothers
Subject F loves subject G
Who left her for subject H
But now they're seeing others
Subject I's on holiday
Showing her bikini
Subject J says she's a meanie
For not taking her to the bay
They think they're free
But the scientists watch every motion
Writing down all of their notions
And that's all there'll ever be
The Author and Alice.I swear that I try though even my best work is insufficient. No matter how bright and magical those thoughts are that dance around my brain, I am never fully capable to portray them to you. Not faithfully anyhow. I solely wish that I could, for these ideas of mine are so precious that they fill me with a pure sensation of happiness and glee. They dance around my mind with all their might. But for now, knowing that you love and appreciate the poor relocation of these living dreams is enough. I thank and love you for it, despite my incompetence and inability to fully comprehend what you find so great about whatever it is that I produce but just for you I enclose this:The Author and Alice.4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Falling through the hole,
A sweet little girl is lost,
Gone to Wonderland.
Looking for freedom,
She is searching for herself,
With unlikely friends.
Questions are sparked,
Wondering through Wonderland,
Who's this little girl?
She's finding herself,
In the most unlikely place,
She has freed herself.
It's time to leave now,
ImportantI took a moment tonightImportant2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And thought about some things
Things that are “important” in life
School, work, money, the usual
Stuff I've been taught takes priority
But no matter how hard I try
Nothing can convince me
That anything’s more valuable
Than the happiness I feel with you
So I guess what I am trying to say is…
You are what is most important
You have been for a while now
As cliché as it may be to say
I love you
I want you
I need you
The Real ZombiesZombiesThe Real Zombies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You neither need a necromancer
Nor a virus in the air
The zombies are around us
Some looking like you and me
Some you can easily discover
While others remain a mystery
They don't have brain on their menu
No blood on their face
They don't move like robots
They've got elegance and grace
They are controlled by something
That's what they all share
Some want you to be like them
While others don't care
The zombies I'm talking about
Have nothing to do with movies and books
The zombies I'm talking about
Are what the media has on its hooks
What the fashion says is law
And the TV's never wrong
The internet's the world
Where those zombies belong
Already finishedI'm sitting hereAlready finished3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It feels like prison
The blinds seem like bars
And even if it was dark night
I wouldn't see the stars
The sky is full of clouds
But the sun is mocking me
I can't listen to my music
So hear the birds on the tree
In front of me some algorithms
Behind me other prisoners
With cell phones in their hands
On my right the yellow wall
Keeping me from the others
The teacher is raging
But nobody bothers
I wish I could go now
I'm already done
And sitting here bored
Is really no fun
I'll type this text later
Submit it online
Maybe a teacher will see
How students pass their time
Soulless PoetWill you look this way again?Soulless Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If only those who read my work knew
How loveless and soulless I am
They would toss it in disgust
Like the fliers of New York City
I am ready to ignite
But for what?
A bottle rocket
Ready to shoot fire and shards of glass
Aimed at the innocent responsible party
But there is no cause
No damsel to fight for
You know I would fight for her
If I knew who she was
My chest is a hearth of fire
An oven for my heart
Solid as clay
perfectly molded in the shape of nothing
Useless as the day it was cloned
I have no whimsical grandfather to look after
How I long for a story or two
About how he straddled his .38's under his plaid shirt
How he was taller than most
But won't admit hes taller than me
Out of a shrewd sense of humility
He was gone before I could breathe
And yet I hear him in my dreams
Telling me to accept who I see
I hear those lonely people now
Their voice is mine
And mine theirs
I have friends and they stick up for me
They say one day my epic st