Decor Intus MaerorI feel as if I have knowledge of my fate,Decor Intus Maeror3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
entering realms so often sought by others,
mythical lands with torrents of magic,
streaming throughout the world, so sacred.
Forlornness is my only solitude in the world
in which I could never belong.
Moments of recognition bless or curse my
ageless days, splashing me with cold after
-tastes of what I believe was my own past.
Stuck in a limbo void of clueless journeys.
A human's life with clues to escapades,
but never the ability to follow one's heart,
soul and wisdom.
Queries of everlasting theories, yearnings
to find the answers of that in which would
save me, with the shrewish feeling that I
must save myself. This anguish I bring
upon me, just to reignite that unspeakable,
ache. One that reminds me of the significance
in emotions but also the need to be numb.
And each moment, each shuddering breath
taken, I realise that this is but a partial
memoir one so barely worthy of deliberation
but one in which knows and feels more than
I Am A TransmanI Am A Transman2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I tuck and I bind,
I pack and I grind,
But still somehow
I cannot find
The man inside
He wants out,
Let him free!
But he knows what you
Expect him to be
So I try to exceed
What you think of me
And make you change
How your thinking sees
Just a girl with small boobs
and a sock in her pants
But that's not me
You're just in a trance
Society's made you
Feel what they feel
And think what they think
Until it's not real
To hope that someday
You'll be who you need
Who you want
Who you feel
You really should be.
So I write this story
In hopes you'll find
That I'm still me
Whether I bind
Or hold my head high
Or look like a man
Because I look past it;
I know that I can.
Rugged SocietyRugged Society3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And who would know of her plangent strife,
glistening subjects arise avoidance rights,
But who could tell me all the more,
no stranger knows of this souls gore,
And who would wait till mornings light,
to break the faith of horrors night,
But waking taboos have starched it all,
and they will wait for every's fall,
Why stop now its just begin,
so give your pneumas and start the run,
Or fall behind to our embrace,
I promise you, we won't lose this race.
Your Hearts' CollapseYour Hearts' Collapse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drown in your sin
and watch it begin:
the collapse that will start,
the beggining of the end.
Carry on for now,
enjoy the trend,
and I'll watch you all...
as you just pretend..
as you decide to spend it...
and do away with your minds
and don't defend your hearts,
who've been ever so kind.
They Told UsThey Told Us:They Told Us2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,
Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.
But what they don't see are the words.
Words used ta give a picture context.
Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.
Who could understand an image, withou' a title?
If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?
I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the
Socially awkwardDo you know what it feels like?Socially awkward1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel so socially awkward
around people that you feel
uncomfortable in your own skin,
knowing that you don't fit in.
And, you walk away...
thinking that being alone
will be better for you -
but you're wrong.
You just feel even more alone;
even more rejected from society;
perhaps even sad, in some way.
What do you do while waiting for someone?
As you wait, and wait, and wait for them -
hoping they'll come soon
lest you seem like a loner
walking aimlessly around,
causing people to pity you.
And your face gets hot,
you start to sweat because
they know -
they know of how alone you are
and they feel sorry for you.
AbsintheThat sallow-cheeked girl told me that every nightAbsinthe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she hallucinated of sprites and pixies weaving between her eyes
and she giggled every time she did.
We shared an awkward silence before she dissolved into a fit
of laughter on my bedroom floor, but it's a harsh kind of laugh
and she strikes me as the type who knows she is not there
but strings pearl teeth and magenta lips onto a pole of her own
Meanwhile, there's a boy sipping absinthe out of champagne flutes,
spilling it from lips like colanders onto the waiting floor.
He talks to paintings on the wall like they'll console him.
He tells a portrait of a woman in wedding finery to
'have a good day' before he breaks down in
chartreuse tears, dripping into the puddles of spilled alcohol
beneath his earthbound feet.
That girl is in my mirror again, staring straight at me with a
torch's intensity with eyes that can't decide if they're yellow
or green. She's grinning as she puts on a sparkly masquerade mask,
spins on the s
An original poem by me...My mind is full of bitter thoughts,An original poem by me...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unshed tears in my eyes drop,
the shards of my heart pierce my lungs,
I cannot breath, and all thoughts and hopes for love pop.
I wish I could take back what I spoke,
as you walked away my heart broke,
wishing to call you back I feel dead,
wanting to speak the words left unsaid.
I drown in my tears of sorrow,
though I still hope to see you tomorrow.
Watching Over StrengthAgain, the pain inflicts your being,Watching Over Strength3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and too long it seems since you have been free,
never once comes the thought of fleeing,
as with them you think 'I can truly be me'.
But cherished friend that isn't all,
I can show what can happen after you fall.
Strength will arise, as your sorrow dements.
And faithfulness will follow in the shape of a friend.
Horrors will dissipate as moments grow profound,
And with the gracious time comes pictures so sound.
You will reach peace and serenity fair,
but as long as you remember we will always be near.
Time will grow and reap the vines,
and flowers and grapes will show you the fines.
your courage and hope will bless your path,
and procure a life so far from your past.
so many miracles arrive with more,
outweighing the lows and purifying you to the core.
Baby dear just be free
and leave the rest up to me. . . .
Underneath the Weeping WillowI want to sleep.Underneath the Weeping Willow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I am old and bruised and tired
and dead to the world around me
I will fly to Greece.
And when I am there
I'll start walking
I'll walk through cities and drag myself
until eventually I reach
somewhere for me
and nowhere for everybody else.
I'll sleep there so soundly,
day after day,
until the ground rots
and the mountains die.
I'll live in my own moment
and leave 'yesterday' behind me.
I wake and I'm happy again.
We Are...a luminous darkness.We Are...a luminous darkness.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
.It's now that you realise you'll never truly be okay
Not when the murky shadow of deception lurks
beneath the very skin - so thick,
you've just added to its protection.
It's not cold here despite the common thought
its warm and thats startling
- the place of darkness is not cold at all...
.It shouldn't be but it is...
It's straight from your soul
and yet its not innocent but its pure.
Pure passion of destruction.
A girl of light is so far embraced
by her dark night
and it is not of love
or any other human 'feeling'
- a connection of essences intwined
for the same is said for the boy of dark
enclasped with luminosity, we are
forever broken in our own delights.
we are a luminous darkness
- a deception of the complex kind,
and we are most eerily right
For the carnal part of our souls,
begs for realise and in answering we
cage the so often called 'beast' for
every person fears that savage we will
become but so soon are they to give
up on something we've ju
In my fears I am a...In my fears I am a bridge,In my fears I am a...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
broken and crumbling,
people walk all over me.
I must fill this gap,
between this land and that,
and still I am crumbling.
Soon it will all end,
and I journey into the dark waters,
secluded from everything.
But the two lands keep me steady,
keep me from falling to the deep end,
the dark waters disappear.
Happiness overcomes the fear.