How Did This Happen?How does happiness turn into loneliness?
The beautiful glow of her smile is lost,
bound in steel wire and tortured in the
same cold darkness that now hides her heart.
How does passion become apathy?
Once a kiss that stole from the lungs
and left the lips wet and wanting more;
now a kiss from a mouth dry and lips chapped,
breathing toxin - a kiss of death.
How does commitment fall silent?
The foundation always holds strong
through the trials of weather and time,
but housing fear and pain has
collapsed the walls that surrounded us.
Intersectionalitydrivers, don’t botherIntersectionality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to look out the side windows
when you get to the intersection
the police officer will direct you
press the pedal forward
to go in a straight line
the cop-compass knows all
Let your eyes follow his hands
because if you look away,
if you adjust your gaze,
start using your peripheral vision
you’ll realize that
these streets are not
one-way roads . . .
that your car has a secret magical power--
it can defy the compass
burn the lines of the map
because you can go
south to east
north to west
west to south
east to north
without earning a detention
and once you’ve seen that,
your eyes will wander more
you will see pedestrians walking
every one of them unique
but somehow all going
in small groups
in the same directions
playing follow the leader
in four teams
and if you look even harder
you will see
the unpaved portions of land
when the ground was free
not split into tarry factions
tricked into making war
with each other
Emo Poetry - DeathEmo Poetry - DeathEmo Poetry - Death8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cloak of death,
slowly appears in my line of vision.
Its long scythe dripping with blood,
the blood of those who wish to die.
But why has it come to find me?
I, who live in a world of violence and crime.
I, who have the innocence of a child.
somewhere out there in another realm,
I wish to die.
I could not take the disappointments of life any longer.
I contradict myself.
Myself, who lives in this dimension
says that there are things worth living for.
Myself, in a distant location
says that there is more to life than living.
I want to die.
I don't want to die.
I want to...
I don't want to...
I want to...I want to...die.
I lifted my head,
and stared into the eyes of my doom,
who was waiting...
waiting, all this time.
I have just realized it now.
That the answer was so simple.
If I can not find the answer I was seeking for
all these years,
why should I keep living to find out?
There is more to life than just living
Death to LonelinessDeath to Loneliness8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When youre gone I feel cold
Maybe its because Im used to you
Being close to me, next to me
I like walking with you
Our footsteps different from others
I am me, you are you
Lets celebrate some time
To the death of loneliness
And we will be close to each other
And loneliness will die
Sorrow will not sallow me
When you come home Im happy
I enjoy our time, lets not waste it
Together, not alone
No longer cold, Im just warm
My hand and yours, how it should be
How it should have been
Lets dance some time
To the death of loneliness
And we will hold each other close
100 Things to be Happy about100 Things to be happy about:100 Things to be Happy about10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
1) Having breakfast made for you
2) Watching a baby smile
3) Pulling clothes out of the drier on a cold day and putting them on
4) Hot chocolate with marshmallows
5) Playing in the snow and making snow angels
6) Warm fuzzy blankets that smell good
7) Fresh fruit served on a breezy summer afternoon
9) Friends who are always there for you
10) Vanilla scented air fresheners
12) Early morning fog while you're out for a run
13) Prisms that cast rainbows through your house
15) Relaxing on a Sunday afternoon
16) The Physio Ball
17) Good tasting protein shakes
18) White teeth
22) Brothers (if I had one)
23) Central Air Conditioning
24) Lemonade on a hot summer afternoon
26) Early morning dew on the grass
27) Pictures of family and friends
28) Milk and chocolate-chip cookies
29) Cookie dough
30) The Cookie Monster
31) Swimming pools
33) White sandy beaches
TearsTears are the windows to a soulTears11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Within them contain the emotions of one's being
Falling for the death of someone loved,
Streaming for brokeness
Rolling in laughter and happiness,
Tumbling in depression
Holding onto the light,
Clinging in fear of darkness
Windows to the hiding one afraid to be seen
The Abyss of Passing TimeI kick my feet offThe Abyss of Passing Time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rim of my unmoored dock
and slip on socks of black-soaked
stars I've never felt
more part of the cosmos
sets the work
before the work
can be done
(what is the value I
wonder of how I have spent my days)
were a constellation
would he offer solace
now hugging my wettening knees
we're not each of us islands true
but why not clouds
hung between eternity and its mirror
growing out of nothing
sometimes amassing massively but never
not burning into the abyss
of passing time
with talk to make our minds
a reasonable toil a stone
we ever attempt to tell our friends
across the mirror
and blur our sense
of place in the titanic
Love has killed poetryIt makes no senseLove has killed poetry10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that something so poetic
could render a person without a word left
and without a rhyme to hold depth
But let it be said that this is the truth
a rose is not an image enough
and pales in comparison to true beauty
silk is not an example of true softness and comfort
after having been in your arms
such a daft fabric knows no such warmth
Love in its true and deep entirety
has made poetry obsolete
and destroyed each and every metaphor
made every simile fail and fall
over a cliff of inefficiency and foolishness
Desire and passion are no "fire"
and "raging" is not what they do inside a person
this can not possible describe a feeling that goes so deep
and eats away at every ounce of one's being
when a passionately moaned "I want you" can not express
There is a level that words can not reach
and a state of mind where each one falls aside
and you dare not utilize such useless tools such as words
lest you belittle this feeling inside
Love has strangeled the muse with
The Death Within LifeRaging SeasThe Death Within Life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That is what life is.
No fairy godmothers
or knights in shining armor.
Only witches and cauldrons
recipes for disaster.
There are no three wishes
or steeds that fly.
No hero, no powers,
certainly no rewinds.
Life is but time
Spent by little moments
we call ours.
It is never enough,
they're left to remain.
Not even our mind, our knowledge
can prolong our hours.
To live them as they come
seconds remembered, never forgotten.
To let them pass
by our envy and our pride.
No wonder we are fools
both then and now.
Not one of us
Making us relish,
bathe in the honor
There was never a vow
of an easy way out.
Forever there will be work
never will it be clean.
Evil, never in absence
but nor will light and hope.
Perhaps all we can do
is to fight, to fall.
To live and die
Poetry of DeathAges past now and time without meaningPoetry of Death12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eternity and two thousand years have not mellowed the feeling
Life's greatest mystery carved in stone as strong
Blessing bestowed upon the world before so long
In all this earthly and celestial meld
Cult of one thing from the beginning still held
Hate's as proud, this foul creature
Plagued this Saint, the mainest feature
Great as such still has come to reap
Meant for peace our days to keep
Forever the sight of doom, the dream of breath
Truth now is – our love is Death
Sleeping ground, graves' reigning beauty
Worlds extinguished – life's ending duty
Dread it was and love's as hate
Upon these days of crying fate
Killer vicious, missing just
Yearning though to return to the dust
Jury decided guilty – comes the most cruel
None as horridly evil as this last rule
Quite the good received an Earth
Only evolution lacked a mirth
Screaming loud with all our wrath
Most precious gift though is the Poetry of Death
PoetryWords are nothingPoetry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until they're spoken
and still they do not last
until they're written down
These words are powerful
these words are eternal
these words create
they reveal and destroy
These words open gates
and illume the paths
to the innermost parts
of our somber souls
These words form bonds
intangible yet strong
and shape us into one
And we stop to observe
as our brothers and sisters
hang from the gallows
made of their own words
As they slowly suffocate
we hold their hands tight
and gleaming we whisper
"your gallows are beautiful"
Hopelessness is desired
now an admirable trait
Angel of DeathMy Angel of DeathAngel of Death9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I watch as you drown in the life you left behind:
(One foot forward, two steps back)
Always in the past, (Can't look towards the end)
Please; don't realize what you lack.
I watched as you turned away from everything
Thinking: 'It's now or be declined'
Your tourniquet can't last for ever.
Don't you realize that you're blind?
Standing in the doorway,
Looking at your restless form; hair in tides.
Your angel of death is here.
To be your suicide.
Smiling as you try to piece back the puzzle,
That used to be your life,
But you tore it all apart.
Let you hold weaken on that knife.
You know that's true.
Your heart can't handle all this pain.
Listen to my call. You know.you.have.to.
I stretch my hand forward,
Suddenly I'm visible to you.
Please just cast your gaze on mine.
I'm here; you knew.
I will take to a beautiful world of dreams.
Just close your eyes, clear your head.
I will take your soul away from reality;
Just always look ahead.
49magpies scream into the492 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
silverware and semicolons
where they suffer cancer,claiming
personalspirit/u/ality through grit teeth & crumbs,
and coffeestained punchlines
'this is the transcendentalism of your fuckedupmind
and not mine.'
- whispered the cobblestones
each night resisting drunks &
theories of individualrelativities
surfacetension and (fire)flies
children sown up with lies
punctured with topazbuttons
the river slows into the lake,fleshy and pallid,
PoetryChained to this present,Poetry6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The powerless poet dreams-
Of a future without identical lines,
No two people falling together in rhyme.
Gambling with death,
Each love drifting away by the hour.
Time is forged on shadowy grounds.
His brush teaching all that is true,
Reach to the precious verse written,
Her life and love will be poetry.
mirages.he's a beautiful boy dressed as a nightmare, and he manages to lull everyone into his eyes. tendrils of blood trail after his delicate fingers, and he says he can be taken higher than ever. he holds you as gently as possible, and his skin silently burns alongside yours. something about his kisses tastes not quite right, but when he presses his red, red lips harder against yours, you can't quite focus.mirages.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he paints mirages of broken legs and collapsed hearts, draws suns of forgotten dreams and fearsome pulsations. because somehow, he doesn't survive, doesn't live through storms of fire, doesn't end up seeing the light of day. he scratches at the smudges on his skin and he whispers to his art, your side has become cold, and sometimes i don't want to be with you anymore.
you were a love of art that was taken too far.