When I had You
I remember there was a time,
When I thought I had committed a crime.
I remember feeling my mind wonder,
As the first idea of you went through me like thunder.
First all I could feel was a hollow fear,
Then came the first happy tear.
My little baby nestled within me,
I just thought of how it would be.
A warm little someone to love and protect,
This little person I would never regret.
A son or a daughter,
Would be my joy and laughter.
I didn't care if they threw me out,
This child was mine without a doubt.
I would sit awake for hours,
Thinking of the blessed powers.
How wonderful it was to have you!
Being absolutely steadfast and true!
And my love was unconditional,
There was no want for anything additional.
When I told your father,
He wasn't thrilled that I was going to be a mother.
He was scared,
He worried how this was to be shared.
In a rush of emotion,
I threatened to keep you from his devotion.
My little miracle from heaven's beauty,
He was such a calamity.
He wasn't worthy of seei
The Story of Girls and BoysSee that girl?The Story of Girls and Boys3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She made him smile on his worst days,
She stayed up to talk to him every night.
He made mistakes but she forgave him always,
He ignored her - he knew that wasn't right.
He didn't care, took her love for granted;
He expected her to always just be there.
She liked him but she wasn't what he wanted,
He dated other girls, she tried not to care.
Finally, she left, didn't want to wait forever
She found a better guy who liked her too.
This guy saw her potential, he adored her;
His intentions with her were honest and true.
Seeing them together made him realize something:
Without her, he was stuck in a lonely world.
All he had left was the memory of her leaving,
He had lost out on one amazing, special girl.
April 24I've got hooks in my backApril 243 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And screws in my spine
With rods up and down
Just to keep myself aligned
The scar on my back
Goes on for miles
It won't disappear
It's the proof of my trials
No matter how far I run
Or where I try to hide
Therein lies a truth
That I could never deny
Is the perpetual date
And I cannot escape
This indefinite fate
i was kissed by color before i was borni have a thing for butterflies -i was kissed by color before i was born3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they were tattooed across my skin
when i left my mother's womb.
they rest between my ribs
and the hollow of my throat
i was kissed with colors before i was born.
you were kissed by h a p p i n e s s
and embraced by Eden -
so you could find refuge
in the color under my skin.
instead of a heart,
my blood beats with butterfly wings.
and they glow when i smile
or when my cheeks forget to blush.
in the place of the heart the butterflies took away.
so your smile-stained lips,
and my butterfly-tattooed skin
met under despair
when it was well
and every time you tell
anyone that i'm yours
the spaces between my ribs g l o w
with the timid smiles
On Love and the Broken HeartedDeep into her eyes, he looksOn Love and the Broken Hearted3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deep into her soul
Holds her warm heart in his hands
His stands firm and cold
Sleeping in his arms, she lies
Gentle as a lamb
Dreams a future with her love
Destined to be damned
Deceit, hungry in his eyes
Words and actions play
Lustful vision staring down
Where his beauty lay
Turning cheek, she breathes a sigh
Jolts his fantasy
Smiling, turns her head once more
Never will she leave
Lips of sugar slightly part
Delicate and sweet
Bitter is his selfish smile
Kiss he longs to meet
Wakened now, she sees his face
Falsified by love
Angel like does this fox seem
She is not enough
He is not looking for love
He's not after her
Her display, the only thing
Heightening his thirst
Her mouth shapes words; "I love you"
"I love you too", he says
But secretly, he's waiting
Wanting her, a sin
"Come and let us lay tonight"
Face and smile fall
Heart is shaken and surprised
This request is all
Nothing more she's wanted for
Just a pretty face
To use for the time being
SHUSH!SHUSH!3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don't say anything you'll regret.
Don't let anyone take offense.
Censor yourself, stay off the fence.
Its either one side or the other.
Will you stay quiet?
Or dare mutter?
You'll get murdered if you speak it.
Don't take that lightly cause they mean it.
Oh, they will kill you.
They'd kill me too if I were you,
But they won't cause I don't speak.
I try not to even think.
I've long since killed my urges for such things-
I want to breathe!
I want to breathe!
I've heard they'll drown you in the river.
Set that bow into its quiver,
And let it fly into your sternum like a skewer,
Like a rotisserie.
Its so scary.
So please don't say the things you do.
Or they'll find out, and come for you.
Then I will cry...
Because you didn't have to die.
Because you decided to live your life with opened eyes.
You should've shushed!
Love is...Love is the smile on your face when you hear their nameLove is...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the beat your heart skips when they say yours aloud
It's the tear in your eye when you won't see them till tomorrow
Love is a train of white sliding down an aisle of flower petals
It's the raising of a veil; the only thing separating you and your dearest
It's the cheers of the kiss when two become one
Love is snapping at each other after a long, hard day
It's raising your voices just enough to upset one another
It's curling up in bed together and spending the night in each other's arms
Love is the first cry of the start of a new life
It's a newborn sleeping soundly in the arms of those that love it
It's the unspoken promise to keep the child safe from harm and raised with love
Love is the smile on your face when they remember your name for the first time in months
It's the beat your heart skips when you realize it was their last word
It's the tear in your eye when you realize you won't get to see them tomorrow
Stand aloneA girl stands,Stand alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone and weak
As insults rain down
Across her rosy cheeks
Staining once pure skin
Is a knife to her heart.
Just kill yourself
No one would care
Silently she moves
Their taunting words
Haunting her every move
Where are you going?
Oh wait it doesn't matter
No one would love a bitch like you.
When she gets home,
Her mother doesn't ask
How she is
She goes to her room,
Cries more than she ever has before
And wishes for her life to end
As she falls asleep
She prays for some escape
From her personal hell.
Then she awakens the next day
To begin it all over again
Who would ever love a girl like her?
Never Back DownYou stitched my lips todayNever Back Down3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I could not speak
I sliced my slender throat
So I could still breathe
Dowsed acid in my eyes
So I could not see
But I reached out to touch her
She in turn touched me
You cut my ears today
I hear no birds sing
Or an infant's laughter
And the joy that brings
You bound my wrists and hands
Now they are red raw
I should blindly stumble
But still I stand tall
You sliced my fingertips
I can't feel her skin
The softness of her hair
The barrel of my pen
You broke my legs in two
Now I cannot walk
Nor can I see or hear
Feel or talk
You did all of these things
To keep me quiet
Yet the passion that stirs
Is as loud as a riot
Listen for the silence
That comes before the sound
Now feel for my touch
As I will never back down
things that occur to meI could stop the car. I could imagine you haven't yet departed. I could call you and ask when you'll be home, and should I just go in, and did you get that laundry done because I can finish it if not. You haven't been gone so long; maybe I wouldn't even notice what was missing.things that occur to me3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I could step inside. I could imagine you haven't yet departed. I could excavate the spare key and ease open the door and breathe the familiar smell of mold, of rotting, beautiful old house. The hallways would be mine to roam; I might be a mischievous child again and pawing through your belongings while you're out grocery shopping.
I could find a bed. I could imagine you haven't yet departed. I could fall into the bed and instantly fall asleep and I could wake up in a parallel universe, the kind where only one thing is different. You'd be there when I wake up; you'd be making breakfast or reading a book but most importantly you'd be there, which is a much better place than where you are in this universe.
Lovely AnneI once met a girl named AnneLovely Anne2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and what a lovely girl was she.
She sat in corners and talked
and talked when no one listened.
While lovely Anne was so lovely
no one went near lovely Anne
and her never-ending talking.
Lovely Anne with black hair
and dark skin. Never listened
to the voice of society.
Lovely Anne talked of a world
so unlike our own.
No one went near her,
but everyone listened
to the thoughts of a wonderful world.
Lovely Anne lived in a world
where the clocks struck thirteen
where everyone loved
where everyone smiled
and tears were never shed.
The walls and floors
objects and papers
that she talked to day and night
held to her words
and wished for her world.
Poor Lovely Anne had no friends.
But lived in a world that was entirely her own.
Lovely Anne who never left her world
and thought reality was imaginary.
AcheIt was an old ache -Ache3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a rough reminder
she was not perfect,
a notch in his backbone
that creased his shirt
when he moved the wrong way.
There was a certain charm
about her face
and he liked how she could climb
when she had to
and how her spine lined up
with his bookcase.
(But he wondered why
bled into his flaws)
Still, he had to admit
lean across a table
with a grace
that bordered on
and he could learn to believe
just a dying art.
These words, this loveThese words won't mean much;These words, this love4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Probably not to you,
Probably not to him
But that's not what matters.
These words are for me and my broken heart.
Not for you.
Not for the satisfaction of some stupid society.
Not for something important like this worlds constant hate and discrimination.
These words are for me.
To let out these raw emotions buzzing through my head like bees in a beehive.
This poem is for me.
And what he did to me and my already broken heart.
These words are for me.
Every time I see him, all I ever think is:
"I miss you."
"I love you."
"I miss you."
"I love you."
"Get these damn thoughts oughta my head!" My heart screams.
But I can't.
It's my hearts fault for making me think these things.
Because that's how it feels.
And still in love with him.
You'd think by now I'd be over it, right?
When I see his face my heart beats at the speed of light.
My smile lights up brighter than the sun.
My soul feels complete
Like it's found the
Swan SongSwan Song:Swan Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those days we used to spend together
So gentle and so sweet...
Are buried like my sister's corpse
Entombed beneath my feet...
The mornings we spent in the grove of dryads
Braiding each other's hair...
I visit the very same places now;
But I know that she isn't there.
I can hear her voice from time to time
As a dying whisper amongst the trees.
But I can never forget that day;
It festers like disease...
A waking nightmare, so vivid and real
I am lost in the grip of its chilling touch.
You called to me, on that fated morning
Bearing a wound and crutch...
But they came like thunder, these men of steel
They heft their weapons high in the air.
They shrieked and praised their vaunted deity
As they laid her body bare...
At the behest of the robed one, they took her apart.
They chopped her to pieces, and they burned her heart.
And then it was done, like a sprinkling rain.
They left our forest, with a walk of dis
He's The UnknownI'm looking in the mirrorHe's The Unknown3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And what do I see?
A boy that looks just like me
But this can't be me
He has a small smile on his lips
My lips forms a frown
His eyes sparkle
Mine are dull
His face is relaxed
Mine is full of anger
His hands are free
mine are tied
This boy in the mirror
Is my small mask
The boy I show
When I'm around
This isn't me
I'm not who you think
This boy in the mirror
He is the unknown
Sunday MorningSilence,Sunday Morning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is the wind tapping his nearby window.
I feel the rustle of the sheets,
warm body heat dancing on my thighs.
The alarm won't sound for another hour.
late starts are our sunday ritual.
Roll back over,
enveloped in your scent.
Would be my favourite moment,
if not for the ones made before we fell asleep.
we don't need to speak in raspy morning tones.
skin to skin never felt so routine.
If pillows could talk,
I know they'd say the dirtiest things.
Love is this and this is love.
Late starts are our sunday ritual.
Do You Remember When...There are images, moving pictures that repeat like the dvd menu left alone to play on a loop by two people who far from forgot, but just chose to let it go on and on and on. And they play in snippets captured by unforgettable details imprinted permanently in the space God left for her to etch these memories, the space he can get her to open whenever he ask "Do you remember when..." And of course she does. And so does he. But the story isn't the same unless its coming from the pages she harbors in her, stories weaved expertly and instinctively by her tongue, every little thing that could be forgotten recorded eternally remembered. "Do you remember when..." "Yes. Do you?" "Well... me and my memory... would you mind refreshing it?" He remembers it all. He just wants to hear it from her and be, as always, brought back to that spot time saved so clearly as if he where there again, as only she can illustrate. How can she say no to those eyes. Yes. I remember when.....Do You Remember When...2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Do you remember I love sunflowDo you rememer I love sunflowers?Do you remember I love sunflow5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laying late in my bed
And waking up to your kisses
Do you remember I like staying up late
And thinking how it would be being in your arms
Feeling your skin under tips of my fingers
And smell of your hair when you come close
Even now I stand up alone
Imagining how it would be
How it would feel
I wonder does it echo
When I would feel it
Or maybe it just fades away
Is it intense
Or just plain painfull
Wonder is it warm
Or does it feel like a cold water
Is it sweet?
I want to wait
I want to sense
Finally and fully
Utterly and completely
GravityNot every man can prove their weight, their worth.Gravity2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With dreams of wings I am forced to walk.
I wish to become the challenger of my own gravity,
To rise so much higher than fate will allow.
A wall of fate; nothing satisfies.
Just because I defy you, doesn't make me wrong.
The size of my deed will reflect my ego,
Project myself, I must become exactly what I want.
So gravity, I challenge you to keep me down,
I defy you to crush my wings!
In defiance I scream at my fate;
"I'll gain my wings and you'll keep your weight!"
smoke heart ghost heartdoes an abstractsmoke heart ghost heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the dimming light
of the candle
the ghost heart
does not live
does not try to
you know you
you live in
the sleepy gaze
of a child in
a single sock
still in her
blows you all away
in the afternoon,
but you are
no kettle drum
not a beat
just a movement
we don't need you
you hold no tune
The Stellar Lights - RevisedCold and arid plains where nothing grows-The Stellar Lights - Revised4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
no hills, no valleys- it never rains nor snows.
It's dead earth filled with stumbling stones-
no people, no animals- yet the air's filled with moans.
Twenty-two million miles of grey possibility
and still not one grain of hope in this sandy sea.
Watching skies not blue, grey or red; only black.
Filled with moons and stars of every hue; no sun, in fact.
A sky seemingly escaped from a novel page's tear
written to glow, dance and swirl, and fill the night air.
Yes, the sky is beautiful filled with stellar lights.
My heart bears the weight in which my eye delights.
With beauty in every body ample and sufficient for each,
only stare at its splendor; it's too far beyond reach.
Witness beauty beyond speech.
On the scorched earth is where I'm at.
Gravity holds; but it takes much more than that.
I'm sprawled out on the Earth's dusty deck
exhausted and tugging the collar at my neck.
Laying with my thoughts on the heavens above,
eyes follow suit wondering
I Love You For ThatTalking to youI Love You For That3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is safe and its sweet.
It's innocent and free.
And I love you for that.
Looking at you
gives me shortness of breath.
Makes my heart beat fast.
And I want you for that.
Being near you
makes me nervous and scared
I love your scent and aura.
And I'll always be with you for that.
Hearing your voice
fills my ears with joy
eases my heart and my mind
And I could never leave you for that.
You've destroyed my world
You've rebuilt it though
to somthing more beautiful
and I love you for that.
Purposeless WandererThere are white clouds hovering in the vast blue expanse above. I rise from my supine condition, grab my backpack of stuff and leave the park, ambling to the nearest restaurant. When I've arrived, I am not alone. There are others there too, searching for edible materials. It doesn't have to be nourishing, just something that could give us energy to carry on our pointless lives. I join them in the dark alleyoh, it's dark everywhere now! The alley is darker than other places so some of us have flashlights to guide our food search.Purposeless Wanderer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I begin my search with an untouched metallic dustbin. I remove the lid and tear the black garbage bag inside the bin. Gold. Silver. These treasures lay before my eyes. Holding one of them in my hands, I inspect it at every angle. Still good. Like most of the stuff we usually scavenge. It's a massive squander of goods but without this wasting habit of the fortunate ones, we would have nothing. We scavengers are all good people here. Our pockets are empty,
Her EyesLife has problems, I'm sure you knowHer Eyes3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You've struggled with your share
We're not all dealt the same cards
And life doesn't seem to care
You used to say that life was grim
That days were bleak and full of sorrow
Yet since you've come into my life
My strength, I've let you borrow
I didn't think that this would lead
Down the winding garden paths
And yet I find myself amazed
No longer bits and halves
But when I saw those pools of blue
The sapphire, of iris form
All the chill of Autumn left
And my heart began to warm
In those eyes I see a love
Of me, of life, of wonder
And best of all is that this girl
Feels that I cannot blunder
I don't want to write of cliche dreams
Because that would cheapen ours
I promised that I would hold her yet
And I'm counting down the hours
This is not a list of praise for love
Or beauty, though they're parts
This is but mere conversation
Between two likely hearts.
Lost FaithThe preachers and the priests,they sayLost Faith3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't let them take your faith away
I was good,I did as told
I read the bible,new and old
And my faith,it stayed strong
My love was something that would last long,
It was so easy to imagine myself an old woman,still going to church every week
But eventually,they got to me
And my faith broke
But it wasn't from the lies or curses,
Words the 'heathens' spoke
It was the very people I was raised with
The priests and preachers and the holy men,
The ones who sang the loudest
And the ones who prayed the proudest
The ones who once told me,
"Jesus will always love you,as long as your faith stays strong"
But they said
If you want to be gay,be gay
But don't you dare call yourself a Christian
Because Jesus doesn't love gays
Can you believe,
These were the people I trusted with my life and soul?
Each week,worshipping with them,it made me feel alive and whole
And now I fear
I can't go near
Can't face their condemnation