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InvocationSpeak through me, Muse, and sing me the taleInvocation1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of that girl unskilled in the ways of the world--
The intrepid wanderer,
Seeking truth for years on end,
Oblivious to the dynamics around her
As others talk with their eyes and dance with their words.
Many the nights she's lain awake,
Living the hurts of her friends, powerless to help.
Trying to save the world
When she can't even save herself.
She wrote dark storms of words
And ascertained the deceptive nature of journals.
She lied to others and she lied to herself.
She learned that sharp words leave scars,
Struggling each day to open her eyes
And walk toward the light;
Yet despite her best intentions, sometimes she strayed:
But hands were there to guide her back to the path,
And hearts were there to share her pain.
Growing and changing and coming to see
That she didn't have to understand humanity to be human--
She doesn't have to earn love to be loved,
And angels can hide in the oddest of places.
Of these trials and tribulatio
BipolarYour gentle gaze like razor bladesBipolar11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Both cut me to the core
The shadows hide the lines you've crossed
Yet still I'm craving more
You're never who you seem to be
I don't know who you are
One moment you're the one I know
The next so very far
This dream in which we used to live
Uncertain now and bleak
Breathtaking as the cloudbreak is
Still havoc storms do wreak
My wild nightmare never ends
I cannot seem to wake
I'm desperate to find escape
Before I finally break
It's not you it's me I say
As hollow as it rings
No longer can I weather this
High time to test my wings
The words fall like an icy rain
Chilling, sharp, but true
Yet though I try to end it here
I'm still falling for you
ApologySticks and stones may break my bones,Apology1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A lesson we're taught from the start;
The corollary widely known,
Words can hurt too, they'll break my heart.
I'm sorry for the sleepless nights,
The searing wounds of endless fights,
The unseen scars left by our words,
The painful years of silent hurts.
I'm sorry for the words I threw;
God knows how deeply I've hurt you.
I lie awake and cry at night
And wonder--are you sorry, too?
YouI search for you in every crowdYou11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I long to see your face
Your presence is the cornerstone
That grounds me to this place
You're dancing through my dreams at night
My first thought when I wake
The angel on my shoulder sings
With every step I take
You know my secrets and my fears
You trust me with your own
My world falls in, I run to you
Somehow you feel like home
No safer place than with you near
I miss you when you're gone
So close we do not need to talk
Already know what's wrong
Mimicrymildewed [ghosts]Mimicry4 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
haunt the c.r.a.c.k.s in the w do not
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Losing steamI am fifteenLosing steam1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but my body and
mutinous mind
are not mine.
I have scars on my arms
and memories of dark beauty--
bitter beads of blood
seeping shadows.
slide the knife
unzip my skin
and step outside--
who would I be
and how would I look?
perhaps I'm hollow?
what if--
underneath all this--
I'm not actually real?
maybe I was never here
just a dream
or was it a nightmare?
everybody wants me to
act my age
but I'm fifteen
so God only knows what that means.
not a child
not so innocent
not an adult
still too young.
I have to learn to talk to adults
and make phone calls to strangers
and manage my money
and drive a car.
I have to take care of the twins
teach them and protect them
and still be their friend.
I have to grow up soon
but i don't know if I'm ready...
Disengage[in some vague fashion]Disengage8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
she was aware of the i m p e n d i n g blow
but time seemed irrelevant [at the moment]:
struck by a strange--elegance?--
as his palm descended [with all the grace
of a tree felled by lightning];
the m.e.a.s.u.r.e.d, deliberate fall,
almost majestic in its resignation--
c u l m i n a t i n g with
a CRACK of thunder and
a bolt of pain.
Lucidall this time she's seemed so nearLucid9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her angel face you hold so dear
she'll find you in that darkest time
her eyes will speak sans reason, rhyme
in time you will remember things
of birds and bones and broken wings
of deadly secrets, shattered dreams
things left unsaid and silent screams
with open heart and open mind
stand in the rain and you will find
that healing lies in these things true
and to remember changes you
CathieSalt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow;Cathie6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
bone-thin arms resemble bed rails--
tears in my arms, the morphine drip in your vein.
My inner rage refutes your calm acceptance.
You ask if we are waiting for you to die: no.
We are waiting for a miracle,
we are waiting for you to heal--
We are waiting for something that will not happen.
We are stretching for something that is out of reach.
We are holding onto our obsolete hopes, the small fragments of our lives
so closely, we cannot see the bigger picture
of eternity.
In a paradox, God is calling you clearly,
but we can't seem to hear His voice--
only the silence ringing in our ears
as the monitor stops
your breathing ceases
your face un-creases--
and, for the first time in years,
you run Home.
Wake-up callwhen you're drowning in an ocean of sad thoughts,Wake-up call2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't trip out onto the beach:
sooner or later, the waves will sweep you off your feet
and you will be unprepared
when the waters close over your head.
instead, you take a deep breath
and say your prayers
and you dive in.
the quickest way to learn to swim
is to have no other choice.
spring 2011:idiot:disgusting:fat:dumb:imbecile:weak:child:bitch:freak:spring 20113 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
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1:30a.m. breathe.in.breathe.out. quietquietscratchypencilpaper [close your eyes]
don'tthinkaboutschooltomorrowtodayfivehours breathe.in &breathe.out.
strong strong strong strong strong strong strong strong strong strong
i will not be the person she told me i was not weak stronger than you
[just stay strong] have faith magic.words say them enough.times and i can fly
:idiot:disgusting:fat:dumb:imbecile:weak:child:bitch:freak:
that's right hidefromthevoices can't tell me it's not true
blood on my sleeve talking to yourselfmyselfsomeonenotquitehere [am i crazy?]
1 altoid + 1 stick sugarfree gum = 3 + 5 = 8 good girl good girl
good grief OCDmuch? no wonder theycantell? hate you
get out of here now
So this is making me cryI'm gonna pick up the piecesSo this is making me cry7 months ago in Personal More Like This
And build a lego house
When things go wrong we can knock it down
My three words have two meanings
There's one thing on my mind
It's all for you
And it's dark in a cold December
But I've got you to keep me warm
And if you're broke I'll mend you
And keep you sheltered from the storm
I'm gonna paint you by numbers
And color you in
If things go right we can frame it
And put you on a wall
And it's so hard to say it
But I've been been here before
And I'll surrender my heart
And swap it for yours
Don't hold me down
I think my braces are breaking
And it's more than I can take
I'm out of touch
I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
And out of all these things I've done
I think I love you better now
I'm out of sight
I'm out of mind
I'll do it all for you in time
And out of all these things I've done
I think I love you better now
Sea Glass and SandThe only day she could recall that they lived without fear, was a trip to the beach when the children were small. It was late September and an Autumnal breeze whipped skirts and peeled their long blonde hair back from their heads without mercy. Nobody complained though. They spread blankets on the fine sand and despite the chill the sun warmed them briefly - just enough to get by. That was all she ever would ask for. They drank hot chocolate from the cafe and didn't eat the grainy sandwiches that she had lovingly packed that morning. Instead they bought fish and chips and shared a carton of mushy peas, warm and sweet. The children swam in waves that gently caressed the shore. Whilst she pretended to read but really kept two well trained eyes on the bobbing heads, they hunted sea glass and sand dollars. When they finally heeded her calls to the beach they were shivering and salty, their hair knotted and woven with the ocean. She enveloped them in bright blue towels and instantly the smeSea Glass and Sand8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dreams and DrawingsI have dreamedDreams and Drawings1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
of hot sand
and of ancient times
I have dreamed
of castles
and of Medieval times
Sphinx's and Dragon's
magic and myth
Pharaoh's and kings
My dreams
as others
are drawn on paper
My canvas at the ready
I can create worlds
all within my own mind
The artistThe energy is his paintThe artist1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
His hands are his brush
And the air, his brush
Truly an artist
Are you happy up thereHere do I sit, aloneAre you happy up there3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my thoughts fly
to you
How is it up there,
do you like it there?
Regrettable that you'll never
be with us.
Permanently left you,
for ever
lost your lonely fight.
We couldn't help you,
though we would like to.
Now we stay behind with the same question:
"Are you happy, up there",
I want to believe it so badly...
QEDMenstruation is proof of God's masculinity.QED5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm sitting on the couchI'm sitting on the couch in the park,I'm sitting on the couch6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see people jogging.
For so many people,
so normal.
For me,
always a confrontation.
I'll always stay the one who's
watching the joggers.
Sitting on that couch in the park...
Why...Why...Why...6 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why now? Not tomorrow
Why you? Not another
We can't believe you're gone
Why did you have to go so unexpected,
We knew you were sick
but the news came still as a shock
We didn't even had the time to visit and see you
for the last time...
For the girlsyou cannot give up hope yet or the battle has been lostFor the girls7 months ago in Scraps More Like This
bigger things are at the stake than losing sleep tonight
when every day is hard you have to work to pay the cost
but you are so much stronger now and you can win this fight
you are more than your mistakes and all your past is dead and gone
your scars are maps of history not where you'll go from here
the night is often darkest just before the coming dawn
need you a hand to stand your ground i promise I'll be near
we fight with others and ourselves do things we know are wrong
but through it all girls share the common strength of staying strong
Crimson ProvocationThere's a peaceful can in the ground,Crimson Provocation10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody wants to touch with their hands,
It's red junk from human animal,
In the time for action, they all vanish!
White name on red metal,
Glue in mind while you look at the mirror.
Bottled cocaine in the past,
Now, a drink found everywhere!
O holy green leaf!
Now, do you see a nymph?
Where is the love?
Just was left the heat!
Apathy in the body,
Anesthesia in the mind...
Do you need a dose of endorphin?
A lidocaine injection,
What will you do with the girl?
She has cavities in her teeth...
Right now, what do you feel?
A evil got bogged down in the mud,
Coca, cocaine, pop corn, bubble
Some NoiseThe magician returned,Some Noise10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
This was not inevitable,
But it has become irreversible,
After the last curve.
I don't even want anything more,
Just make some noise
Before the end...
And if I have reached the end,
It's because I learned something
At the beginning of it all.
Sta.sh
