The ConformistAdults never have their dream jobsThe Conformist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My father once said.
"Money runs thicker than blood,
everything boils down to cash,
breathing is never free."
He was serious when he told me.
But inside my bohemian bubble
I laughed to his face,
convinced myself that corporate drones often forget
how sticking with the system results in slavery.
Reality and its accomplice,
knocked on my door,
sawed off my head and
hung me to dry.
Dripping one sweaty dollar at a time
I (unwillingly) put my soul on the market
And by now
the bloodstains never really left my uniform,
my teeth are fine sand.
All I have is the knowledge
A stabbing pain in my side
My father was right.
A single moment is poetryIt ain't nothing like clockworkA single moment is poetry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where Ideas are conceived
At predetermined rates
of random occasions
Electrical pulses kissing synapses
Exciting the senses
followed by graphite
validating it had happened
That it existed
That we've gained something,
Be it whatever it may be
The words that came to express it
Will burn into the brains who read it
So that they too,
Can share this moment
Were nothing else mattered
Never AgainNever Again3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
have you forgotten
needles in your arms
pupils dilated into black holes
sucking at my soul
like onyx glimmers from dead granite
blank eyes stare
your veins drip poison
while drool slips from your lips
I remember you said never again
you said it with conviction
my changed man
I knew what you knew
your demon, my bane
I drink my coffee
black as your eyes
watching to make sure
your chest will still rise
your heart still beats
even if it is not for me
I am no longer the fix you need
La Petite MortStill my beating heart once moreLa Petite Mort4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
rest 'til morning's light does break
withdraw from heaven's farthest shore
into the gently fading take
the ever distant leagues of time
are whispered with serene intent
the smallest glimpse of fair divine
lies deep within that sweet torment.fly my stilling spirit's splendor
leave this place where I once died
the Little death (each time remembered)
the little Death dwells deep inside.
sleep my love through dream undone
breathe in once, breathe out again
rise anew with Dawn's first sun
and feel the tender moments end.sing my fearsome quickened heart
to keep my tattered soul aloft
evermore inside the bliss
Evermore the death so soft.
I'll Admit..Only now do I realize..I'll Admit..3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everytime I wanted you,
is probably the same time you wanted me too..
Only now do I know..
How hard it is,
to just let go..
Only now can I say..
Mom, I'm growing up,
the right way..
I'm letting you loose..
Run away and don't ever look back..
Because I don't want to answer my door one day,
and find... You!
I don't want to re-live every moment of the past,
I'll lock it away for a while..
Until time has numbed away some of the pain..
Until I find someone that would love to take all my sadness away..
Until I find the man who'll hold my hand and parade me around..
A man who'll stand up for me,
up against ANYONE!
By then I'll have forgotten about you,
that thought makes me smile in content a bit, I admit..
Day Hundred And SomethingDear Diary,Day Hundred And Something3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Day hundred and something,
My heart still burns,
Though less frequently,
Memories float sometimes,
But are less paralyzing,
I think it's getting better,
Maybe soon a day will pass,
With no burning, no memories,
I wonder if I'll notice that,
I sure hope I will not,
I want it to just past by,
I'll notice it one day,
A day, probably, far away,
When it will matter no more.
Pretty Lost Birdiepretty, lost birdiePretty Lost Birdie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting on your
you are skin
just don't fit
of "why can't
but the only thing
that ever leaves
as you whither
The Porcelain GirlThe dust rises in smoky spirals from the ancient shelfThe Porcelain Girl2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And ten thousand books lie unused, shrouded in stealth
And the girl is sitting by herself.
She has no time for the novels or history books
Her phone is her paramour and she gives no looks
To those who gawk at her.
Heaven help me, she sits like porcelain, about to break
In the black of her hair and clothing, she pools lake-
Tranquil in the seat, absorbed in her own reflection.
The distant roar of the winding road
And the sad fly-whining of the violin player on the corner
Break the sultry silence of the library and goad
The happy man to be a mourner.
Aye. I've seen her before
In Maude Gonne, too distant to be a friend
And too pretty to be a whore.
So I swallow my pride and pass her by
And she does likewise the same to me.
Concerning You, Concerning MeI am medicated, too,Concerning You, Concerning Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just in a different way.
I wanted to know how the world
and 'round, and how I came
to be you (only slightly) and
how you came to be you
how we came to be separate,
but still fully fused at the spine.
I wanted to know
what it's like
to drown in hard liquor, self-pity,
and come out on the other side
(some may say unfortunately)
and what it's like to feel the burn
of chemical sorrow;
breathe in sweet resignation;
somehow snap back to me (to us),
(that you are still burning,
and it's not what you wanted
I wanted you, just a different make.
It's been years now (seventeen years and three hundred
since you were last a man,
and even longer since you were last
for being anything more than a regular
at the Motel 6;
a false celebration in more scotch than you
could handle, and enough opium
to powder the faces of all your ex-wives;
leave them breathless, gasping
A Letter to MeDear Me,A Letter to Me3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I know sometimes the days seem long and the nights even longer. I know there are times you would hide from the world. You feel the weight on your shoulders, and see the accusing glares.
I'm here to tell you that it does get better. The sun does shine through the worst of our depression. It's there when you're ready to reach out and grab onto the ribbon of laughter.
Don't worry about those flashbacks, honey. There was a time when you had to deal with it alone, but that isn't the case anymore. No matter where it takes you, when you come back, you'll always have a strong person who loves you for who you are...imperfections and all. He doesn't care that you check out for chunks of time and can't always explain or even know it happened. He loves you and will watch over you while you're gone.
Don't fret about the past. Don't fret about the future. You can keep on living. Everything is going to be okay now. Not everyone may understand, and hell, some may look down on you for it, but
Dedicate These LinesI am going to dedicate these lines to youDedicate These Lines3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the saying goes, you know who you are
Needless to say, it didn't end well at all
But we had some good times, and bad times
Seems to me like it began not so long ago
There were the good days, and the bad days
When it did end, it was surprisingly calm
Time didn't really stop, my life didn't end
I am going to dedicate this one to myself
As the saying goes, the last man standing
I'm a lover. Not a writer.A poet could say the things I only wish I could convey.I'm a lover. Not a writer.1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like they'd probably say your kind of love is like...
The burning light of day.
Warm and blinding...dangerous and great-
Those kinds of words are words you'd anticipate.
If I was a poet, I'd go on about your smile,
How your eyes sparkle,
And how I'd stare for more than just a while.
But I'm not. And poetry isn't my thing,
But if it was, I'd write you a song- a song for you I'd sing.
I would serenade you until you fall for me...
And ease you to sleep with words so splendid and deep.
If I was a writer, I would know how to go on...
To tell you I need you...
And how I miss you when you're gone.
I would say something like "I'm nothing without you"
And I'd fall down to your feet.
I would say that you're all I want.
I would say all that's pure and sweet.
I wish I was the one for you-
Your defender and, in word, a fighter,
But all I can say is "I love you"
Because I'm a lover...
Not a writer.
Stop To ThinkSometimes I stop to thinkStop To Think1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
About the times I tried too much
When I treated my heart like a guinea pig
Now we are on good terms me and it
I let my heart stay in one piece
And it let's me sleep at night
i got flowers oncei am lonely.i got flowers once1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i received flowers once
and i placed them
in a vase til
the petals all browned
and turned to dust
on the glass of my bureau.
i have never gotten flowers since.
i spend my days
with a boy
whom i love far beyond reason
and he holds me in his arms
and holds me together.
i bite my nails
and pull my hair
over the moment when he
feels the disenchantment
fall over his body,
all clean lines
and smooth shapes,
and realises that leaving
the worst thing
the best thing.
i am lonely
and even with a hand to hold,
and even with a cloak of security
bunching around my shoulders
and hiding my thighs,
i feel my fingers grasping at empty air
because i am too ungratefully
trapped in my head
to remember that my love
is holding my hand
and reminding me more often
than anyone should need to
that i am loved.
dulce pajaroYa mi pajarito azul..dulce pajaro2 years ago in Drama More Like This
mi dulce pajarito..
que quiero mucho
te necesito no llores mas
me partes la madre
mi pequeño pájaro azul
mi tierno emplumado
nunca serás remplazado por nadie
nunca serás menos
seras siempre mi unico
en todo los aspectos.
nunca serás olvidado mi amor
tu tienes mi corazón y yo el tuyo.
y lo sabes
eres mi gran anhelo, mi esperanza
mi luz en mis ojos
mi aliento para hablar.
Mi aire , mi vida
Mi gran amor de todos mis amores
Mi pilar mi balanza,
Recuerda que somos un espejo
somos uno mismo en cuerpos diferentes
si tu lloras yo lloro
si tu ríes yo por igual
seca esa lagrimas que también son mias
paremos de sufrir..
somos la alegrías
somos las peleas
somos la fuerza..
somos la debilidad en ambos.
Siempre recibias mi amor, mi cariño
Siempre te dire te amo todos los dias
Siempre te dire te necesito
Siempre te dire ven conmigo,
ConsumedMy bed is consuming meConsumed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A bite a night.
Holding me tight
In it's shiny white brights.
Teeth that gleam; the dream.
Teeth that bite through the night,
Layer by layer, minute by minute.
By the end of the month
I'll be swallowed whole.
By the deepest depressions
That munch down my soul.
I'll be there soon, no doubt.
And running will not help
You always fall,
in dream running's call.
But from the esophagus
Quivers a thought.
Tiny it is
But stuck and quite caught.
In that narrow path to the endless void.
Between up and down.
The place where one side delivers the goods
The blood and the neurons; the spinal delight.
And on the other side of the woods
You can spit it all out with endless sound,
Or choke it back down, with gluttony proud.
Everything wrong, everything horrid
That trembles, and stumbles, and pours
The fuel for all of literary thought.
Occur at the front of the body,
The back is left undecided, and unguided,
A twitch from my toes
At the o
InvisibleI'm invisible,Invisible5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone knows that.
I have not a presence,
I have not a voice,
I have not a reality,
I'm just not there.
It really isn't fun,
Because my emotions
My ideas, my thoughts,
My body, my being,
Is pushed around.
Maybe if I
Could open my mouth,
Could make myself talk,
Could make my
I would be seen.
But I cant,
So I'll disappear,
Go back to my world,
And not speak,
Not show emotion,
And be invisible
6. breakShe likes to break things:6. break1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
plates, cups, windows;
capillaries inside her body,
Chatter is the wind and warm
in the coldest way possible.
You are a teapot for her emotions.
She’ll hang you over flames until your
insides boil, then share you
among her friends with
scones and cream.
The grass will coo of how wonderful
the leaves look today –
green is a lovely colour –
and the stones will pale
in comparison to the flowers
that will wilt in a few days,
losing their former
One day you will fall off the table
and become just like her.