Lets Just Be FriendsDon't take it personally when I give you the cold shoulder,Lets Just Be Friends7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an eyebrow raised in the questioning of your mental processes,
And when you think you're getting somewhere
I turn you down and walk away.
It's not your fault you're not perfect--
It's mine for believing you could be.
They tell me to lower my standards;
I don't understand why.
Can you not see the broken tears around you?
That's just not for me.
I'd rather be single and free
Than be chained down by someone who isn't right for me.
If you're trying to woo me, try again.
What an Irishman is...The utterly impractical, never predictable,What an Irishman is...8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes irascible, quite inexplicable, Irish.
Strange blend of shyness,
pride and conceit,
And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child
fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up with tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest
to banish your fears.
His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand,
And there is no middle ground
on which he will stand.
He's wild and he's gentle,
he's good and he's bad.
He's proud and he's humble,
he's happy and sad.
He's in love with the ocean,
the earth and the skies,
He's a lover of beauty wherever it lies.
He's victor and victim, a star and a churl,
But mostly he's Irish—
in love with his girl.
I Am A WriterI am a deadly murdererI Am A Writer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a crazy psychopath
I am a gentle ruler
I am a war-driven tyrant
I am a secretive assassin
I am a jealous lover
I am a tortured soul
I am a ruthless god
I am manipulative
I am all-mighty
I am powerful
I am omnipotent
I am murderous
I am loving
I make sweet dreams
I make terrifying nightmares
I make tender moments
I make anguished deaths
I am the one
I am their god
I am a writer.
A Crime Worth BreakingYour smile can cheers me up when I'm sadA Crime Worth Breaking5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your words can help heal me of emotional pain
Your laughter puts a smile on my face
When I'm with you I feel so secure
But why when we feel like this
Can we never express how we feel
Because of certain things in the way
Why is love is a complicated thing?
Your hugs are all I need to cheer me up
To be near you is a privilege
One word can make me laugh
I just love you so much
Your always there for me no matter what
A friend, a buddy a pal
But to be with you would be a crime
One that I wish I could break
stars only die from drug overdoses.there's a boy i knowstars only die from drug overdoses.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who used to swallow coins
like hard candy;
stuck to his chin
from my own hands,
lucid in our lungs
and the road
a blur from our sadistic words.
he doesn't believe in hell
neither do i.
but i believe in the stars
and i want to know what happens to them
when they die.
BountyBounty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This gorgeous glut of bounty
buried beneath heaven's gate
in golden goblets
of summer fruit -
honey clings in wisps
and ripe figs
bend the boughs of trees
where you shelter from the crowd
turned out to feast
upon the landscape.
And I shall bring you bread and wine,
the warm day's haze of flesh
swelling your belly
under my fingers
like the galleons
left guarding the late summer wheat
in the harbor.
The Boy And The Butterfly (Alt)Once upon,The Boy And The Butterfly (Alt)4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
so back in time,
When creature, beast and bird and;
could all be shaped like human,
there was a little butterfly,
And as every buttefly
she would live for just one day;
and then die...
She met a boy,
the boy loved her,
He didn't know
and he asked her
"Is it true?
You'll die today?
So I was told,
So they say!"
He scared the little butterfly...
She found the owl, the wise owl,
To ask if true, to ask why
"You are just a butterfly,
It is true, by moon you die."
And it was true, so sad she'll die.
But gods were watching
from up, high,
A butterfly shouldn't cry
A butterfly should just live her life in joy,
A butterfly should just live her day in joy.
So the little was reborn,
As human now
would live and die,
A girl was born,
It was a present from the gods,
as I was told from teachers old.
She lived again,
life was joy,
One day again
met the boy
The boy felt,
He didn't speak,
in darkness cried
Loved her again,
Now was a girl,
Cherry Syrup poemThe shadow smirked behind unclear glasses.Cherry Syrup poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The soft sound of cutlery trinkled throughout the room almost tauntingly.
The shadow stepped out from his hiding place.
Stepping closer to the sounds of the taunting cutlery.
While holding a bottle of warm red liquid.
The person who held the cutlery stopping briefly to say hello to the man carrying the bottle.
The man who carried the bottle set it down upon the table.
Before saying a warm hello to his older twin brother.
The older twin asked what the red liquid was before letting his younger twin pour it on the food.
The older twin asked if it was cherry syrup before he allowed his younger twin to reply.
The younger twin said yes and asked if it was strange.
The older twin said that it wasn't before taking a bite out of the syrup covered pancake.
The older twin chewed and chewed and chewed before it slowly stopped all together.
The older twin slowly turned to his younger twin calling out 'Mattie what is this-' before he stopped.
A gun was cock