The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
Here, I will beHere, I will be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
When the time will come,
When our hearts finally meet.
In the past,
My heart had been broken,
Broken so many times,
That the pieces of glass, Were so small,
They couldn't be pieced together.
You did something that was
You gave me a new heart,
A heart without any bruises,
A heart without any bends,
You gave me a heart,
That is so brave,
It glows bright,
So bright, That I am no longer afraid,
Afraid of my fears from the past.
In the past,
I would have never thought that such a thing,
Would be possible,
But that is love,
Love is something that amazes us,
Its powers are so unparalleled,
That we can't even begin to understand,
What lies behind the word, Love.
It is so powerful it gives us something that escapes us, Bravery.
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
Hoping to find the answer,
To what Love truly is.
The person I will love,
Look at me,
Our appearance may be different,
Our levels of Bravery are differ
If You and IIf You and I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you and I,
Were to live another day,
Known as tomorrow,
Would I be able to accept,
Such a sorrow.
If you and I,
Were to live another moment,
Relive that moment,
Because I wouldn't,
Be able to get enough,
If you and I,
Could be together,
Would that be enough time,
For me to show you all the love,
That I may hold for you?
If you and I,
Were to leave each other,
At this moment,
Would you forget me?
Never think about me,
Even if it was just another moment?
If you and I,
Could live another night,
Would you be sleepless,
Right beside me,
In this sleepless night.
If you and I,
Without a trace, Tonight,
Would I be able to fill the void?
The void that would remain,
In my heart,
For all the nights,
Of my life.
bad days.on my bad days,bad days.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i open notebooks like bibles and hold pens like lifelines.
i keep opening the book of my memories
just to see if it still leaves a bruise.
i am covered in the bruises of your hand
your ghost is in my bed. i can't sleep there,
again i find myself miles from home
wishing on stars i can't see
and spitting memories into the ocean like watermelon seeds.
i sit on my longboard like driftwood and send my shivers into texts
like letters i never should have mailed.
on my bad days,
i wear cuts like ropeburn,
like i just don't know when to let go.
i get lost inside the sadness and hold tea thats long since gone cold
as hours escape like small birds set free.
i forget to open the blinds
and paint my fingernails black
and stare at the too-big numbers aligned on the scale i can't stop stepping on.
damn you.you're lacking originality,damn you.4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i feel sorry for you.
AXEL SONG!!!!!!AXEL SONG!!!!!!3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am Axel
With flamming hair
We're not a pair
I have Chalkram
I use to fight
Get filled with fright
This guy Vexen
He bothered me
I blow him up
As you can see
Am I evil?
Oh yes I ARE
But you can't tell
From all fanart
I'm number eight
Right before this sitar guy
But i don't really liiike him
Cause he doesn't like to fight
I am real hot
With my hot flames
When something's burnt
I'm the one they blame
But I just laugh
And say they're right
I am Axel
GOT IT MEMORIZED?
it kills.you had your arms outstretched,it kills.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
asking me to lay down with you.
we wrapped ourselves around each other
and you kissed me.
then i woke up.
white noise.sometimes i turn off the greasy yellow lights and run the water lava hot.white noise.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the quiet porcelain is an untouched coffin
familiar as the look in your eyes.
i can hear my heart beat in my ears
and i stare at the ceiling until it darkens and blurs at the edges.
my body is heavy as lead
i cannot remember the weight of movement.
sometimes the closest i can get is the suicide between each breath
and the apology unspoken on the inhale.
my skin is a ladder i keep climbing,
i can see through the rungs to the fat cells that weigh down my bones.
my hand becomes his when it creeps uninvited over the landscape of my body
and across the staircase of my ribs.
i can't erase the feeling of his body pressed like a book
over my flower.
my head is white noise that bleeds red,
but i'm tired of all the blood.
tired of all the memories like channels
i keep flicking past.
sometimes i wonder if i cut enough slack in my skin,
Names'What's your name?'Names3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Why does it matter?'
'I want to know.'
'My name is of no importance.'
'My name isn't a part of me. It isn't what defines me. My name is nothing more than a label.'
'That's a very interesting way of seeing it.'
'Call me whatever you wish, it means nothing to me.'
'Your name is a part of you though.'
'Your name is as much you as the color of your hair or how tall you are.'
'Just something else for society to label me.'
'Not so. Something is only a label is you wish it to be.'
You promised you'd stayYou promised you'd stay..You promised you'd stay2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Eyes fluttering closed, you said you'd protect me. Through the dark times, you hugged me. Through the happy days, you smiled while standing next to me.
When I played out in the sun during the breezy, summer days in the fields. You watched as my dress twirled, saying how I looked like a princess. You'd kiss
the locks of my hair when it was long, and play with the short ends when I cut it. You'd say how my eyes reminded you of dark emeralds, how they shined
in the light.
You'd tell me to go to the other room when mum and dad fought, and told me to cover my ears. You warned me before I went into the mysterious woodland,
telling me something wasn't right. You said not to go out into the hallway at night, saying the monster
confessionalthey say sad girls change their hair colorconfessional2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and forgive their monsters.
i change my morals
and become one.
Song of MyselfThe clarinets would lead it in,Song of Myself3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and then the piano chimes
[deep, barrel chords played on
that one boy's hands].
There would be agony in the suspensions,
like ballerinas leaping (and landing) on broken toes,
pirouetting on legs gracefully bowing.
Symmetry would weave its way through
a million glimmering champagne glasses
singing under water-tuned fingers.
Somewhere, perhaps halfway to the fermata,
the oboes would break into dragon-song,
serenading the shadows beneath the mountain.
Tympanis would roll like guttural thunder
packed thickly into throats
the cymbal a spark.
It would strike a nerve somewhere,
lending fits to docile hands.
the scrape of bones on wet eye sockets
will make your stomach swan-dive.
There will be a crescendo,
perhaps a scream,
at the climax,
as knees bend to graze the floor
and violin strings simply shred.
The symphony will breathe lungs into
limbless instruments, making something
out of nothing.
Feel the s
scrutinizing rooftopsLooking beyond cameras,scrutinizing rooftops3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
searching for life
in warmth and lucky breaks.
Flying, but always assuming
that change is
hope holding on to being clean.
i would say my father is a wari would say my father is a war horse but that is a failed symboli would say my father is a war2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
because he has been dragged through the dirt as many times as this metaphor
i want to write in abstract like in a book of
contemporary poetry i bought over the summer;
it was all syllables and lines of 'talk talk talk' repeated over and over
i want to write something that describes how i feel without saying a word that describes it -
dust and ache and tired and bone and overflowing and lonely and fuck and .
i want to write poems that have meaning without being cliche i want poems
that defy grammar and space and time because when someone reads them, they become me
i want someone to read this and know
it is approximately 12:04am
and my ears are itchy and my eyes -
my eyes -
i feel a deer prancing behind my eyes, his heavy antlers pushing
against my forehead and i should name him athena because i've got an olympic-sized headache
but instead the deer yells WANNA GO?
and he says it like an angry, unde
ReturnJust because I am deadReturn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
does not mean I am an angel
I am far from that of an angel.
The evil men,
who kill and rape and burn for fun
shall pay for their crimes
even if I go to hell for it.
The crow shall be my guide
and my connection
to be able to make my mark
on the world that has left me behind.
I may have died
but death does not stop me
I shall stop for death
when I am ready.
For while time goes on
and the world forgets
true love is the only thing
that lasts forever.
Vengence is a welcomed thing
that stays in the heart
festering and tainting what was once pure
and slowly killing.
I died for the one I love
but death does not stop me.
For life is but a dream
that death wakes us up from.
HomeHome3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a funny thing
having your home destroyed
What constitutes a home?
How does one destroy it?
Do any of us
truly even have
some say that home is where the heart is
in a literal sense...
it's in the cavity of your chest
you are your home
others compare their loved ones to a home
home is a time, rather than a place
to these lovers
home is a when
not a where
home is when they're happy
in their loved one's embrace
a home could simply be a place of dwelling
empty faces, empty emotions
just simply a place to sleep
homes are easily destroyed
chest cavities can be crushed
lovers can die
dwellings can burn
it is in this time that I ask
Do any of us truly have a home?
home, I believe
should be imperishable
home should not be able to be destroyed
it should be everlasting
but we can only dream
that our homes are not destroyed
that we don't perish before our time
that our loves last
that flames don't engulf our places of rest
and then maybe
Session One“Describe ‘love’ for me?”Session One2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
“Would you explain?”
“Think about it. You hear people talk about this amazing event;
you hear it on the news or on the street. You’re only given so much time to prepare.
You make a list of things you need to do first. You’re finally ready
and you’re lying on top of your car or your roof and minutes pass by,
and then they turn into hours and nothing. Nothing happens.
The next day you hear people talk about how beautiful
and ‘what a sight it was’and you were right there, and saw none of it.
It passed you right by, and a few years go by and you still partake
in the same activity and nothing. Eventually you stop caring,
you box up those dirty blankets you would throw on the rooftop and you move on.
It’s just something you stop trying to see. You don’t make an effort anymore.
That’s what love is.”
Stand UpSo many say they wish for change.Stand Up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So many brag that it would be so much better
In their views.
So many tell me, they tell me this world, society
As it is is corrupt!
Not one of them as put in the effort,
Not one of them as gone out,
Talked their ideas, or tried to change,
Or really do anything about it.
Perhaps it is the fear of exclusion?
The fear that, because new colors arise,
Accepted they will not be.
You say you hate the people run the world,
Though, you are too fearful to be pushed away
From the very people you speak of?
Humanity never ceases to amuse me.
A ConversationYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!A Conversation3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Stranger: haw are you?
You: im good, hbu?
Stranger: little bored and starving for a decent conversation.
You: ikr :/ You into literature?
Stranger: i am into a lot of things, literature wise. is there any certain type you would like to discuss?
You: Well, I am somewhat of a poet, so preferably poetry, unless you had something else on mind to discuss
Stranger: we can do poetry
Stranger: who is your favorite poet?
You: Perhaps you'd like to see one piece of mine? If You'd like
You: And Emily Dickenson
You: (Can't spell for crap btw)
Stranger: i've been in a keats mood as of late and yes i would love to see your work
You: Is It Wrong:
You: Is it wrong
That I glance up at the clouds,
Feeling the wind through my hair,
And dream of a mystifying land
Where one can be accepted no matter what?
Is it wrong
That I choose to wear jeans down past my heels,
Baggy and ripped at the knees,
in wavesI felt your chest swell and recedein waves3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watched the sweat on your navel sway pensively
under the slow-burning ceiling fan
watched your eyes choke on the sun-shaped holes
in the curtains as I promised myself again
not to fall in love so easily
no one stays suicidal for very long
I learned it the hard way in autumn
when my heart swerved hard to meet your pleural effusion
and I drowned in the weight of the ocean
Melpomeneif i should stand before you nowMelpomene3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and nakedly so, with my eyes full,
and offer up to you these moments
i carry inside me so close,
my burning walls of ivy, wild dogs yowling in snow
if i were to stand before you with my hands
and skin, the soft footsteps of art,
two golden wings beating in my throat
and ask you "what now?",
well, love -
Session Two“So if you thought about him in that way, why didn't you pursue him?”Session Two2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
“Sometimes you look at a person and you think to yourself,
‘wow, they are beautiful. Maybe something in them could see
something in me and vice versa’ but thoughts among many things are fleeting.”
“What was he?”
“Beautiful…beautiful and fleeting.”
HyperboreanThe world we live in is a distorted projection,Hyperborean3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And this moment, naught but a polaroid dream:
Fires dancing at the edges and ink collapsing upon itself.
These streets have melted into bad acid lust visions,
Abandoned shopping cart homes, deep inner-city arm infections,
And other various tripping hazards.
Resolved, we residentially meander along,
Keep our heads firmly fixed to glass floors shattering florescent and
The crunching of our boots gracing the bent forms of those beneath,
Finger-painting cragged gravel surfaces opaque with their pupils
And filling the potholes with Sisyphean shortcomings.
Hammer-handed, delusional, needle-m
CollarsSometimes the wind catches the collar of my shirtCollars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and brushes it backwards as I walk,
shrugging strugglingheavy-laden with the
circumstances of age and
necessities of frontal and occipital and parietal function.
I pause in the street, being ,
and think: ah, this is what it feels like.
this what it feels like?