A pencilA pencil3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pencil is a small thing
Irrelevant to most
But it can create anything
It can create images of a beautiful coast
It creates images that can change your life
It creates images that will withstand time
It creates words that make you feel alive
It creates words that can describe a crime
It tells a story of the past
While looking forward to the future
A pencil shows you a world which is quite vast
It can create images that are quite obscure
A pencil can defeat a sword
But it can also create a sword
So if you're ever down
And you are sitting in your room with a frown
Pick up a pencil
And let it guide you to a world
Beyond your wildest dreams
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. The voices of the people around you started to sound like a cassette tape in fast forward. You couldn't understand why they were talking that way.
ii. When you saw your reflection in the looking glass, you began to see someone else.
You couldn't recognize the face in the mirror. you reached out to touch who you thought you were, and your hand slipped through the surface like a hand submerging into water. And that was the last you saw of your face (or at least, what you thought was your face)
iii. So now, you became a faceless creature. You saw without eyes, hearing only static and white noise. You walked on abandoned sidewalks, tripping over broken glass and getting tangled up in withered weeds. It is there where you completely lost yourself. And no one saw you slip through the cracks into the crevices of shattered dreams and empty promises. No one saw you fall through p
.Abuse.Broken hearts hurt way too much,.Abuse.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heart starts dying, tears and such.
I don't know why this hurts like hell,
I hate it when you scream and yell.
Through my eyes, it was all so dark,
I tried to hide those scars, that mark.
Get away from me, I want to be alone,
Especially when you hit me, and even break a bone.
You push me back, as I fall to my knees,
I don't know what to do, how to please.
My friends were all right about you,
But I was lovestruck and had no clue.
It's over now, but I lie 6 feet under,
During the rain, during the thunder.
He sets flowers on my grave, full of regret,
Something like this is hard to forget..
BondageBondage...Bondage11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the fiend of pleasure,
the drive of pain...
the addiction forever;
that drives me insane.
The desire that makes me,
the cloud that has change..
a new founded sex type;
that makes me feel the same.
My weakness is a pin point,
i surrender to the mood;
i feel your breath on me..
like a whip in the herd.
I scream with excitement,
i shrill with glee..
i moan so spontaneous,
I experience the climax,
i endure the rush,
those cuffs hold me down..
when i feel i've had too much.
I amI'm not your babyI am5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not your pearl
I'm not your lady
I'm not your girl
I am your shelter
I am your den
I am your hunter
I am your man
Nature.Nature is seclusion, nature is my home.Nature.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A peaceful home, away from the city sounds, far away from the dc politics and freak-show harlots.
Is nature death? What is death? Is it bad? evil? No. It's a long dark sleep, it's blind and deaf and mystery surrounds it. So is nature death? Possibly.
Peace, peace is the ultimately reason for death, it's also the reason to be around complete nature. But why death? Because death is dark, when I think of nature I think of dark green, I think of being alone.
Darkness surrounds me, all alone I wait for my reincarnation. I observe life creation within nature, I feel the life creation within death.
It is not sad or agnsty, it is what it is... And I love it. Death is not to be feared, but you must also remain wary of it. Same with nature, nature should not be feared but in nature lurks evil.
Color me green, all these things unforeseen. Follow me free, can't see, what I'll never be. Just be, just me, just free.
Valentines DayDuring Valentines day,Valentines Day4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit home alone
My moods change
Happy to sad
Happy not to be tied down,
to be independent, strong
Sad to not have the companionship
That I really do crave
But it's nothing new
I'm always alone
On Valentines day
That hasn't changed.
Love is a GameLove is the name,Love is a Game5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pain is the game.
Watch out for lies,
And steer clear of good byes.
Don't fall so fast,
Don't think this will ever last.
The lesson learned,
Is remembered in the past,
Just for a moment.
There are rules to something so easy,
Youre in love theres no doubt,
And theres no way out.
Once they're out that door,
The waiting game begins.
If they come back they always loved you
If not, they never loved you at all.
Or so they say in this hideous game we all play.
My ray of sunshine,Socks.My ray of sunshine,Socks.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His name was socks
His feet were as soft as rocks.
Because his nails would always
dig into my knees.
Especially when I didn't pay attention when he pleased.
He got so good along with the dogs
We started calling him the catdog.
One day he started to cough.
But I just thought well maybe
his throat was clogged.
He finally stopped coughing
on the fourth day.
I guess it was a coughing spell
but I really couldn't tell.
On the seventh day he started to not go in his litter box
but instead all over the place.
It was odd because he stopped eating
and he sleeping more than the usual.
My mom and I got even more worried and we took him to the vet.
I told myself it just couldn't be his time yet.
My mom insisted that it was true
that he wouldn't be around much due
to old age.
He was around thirteen and I was sixteen.
I held him tigher
because for some reason my heart felt lighter
as I thought this couldn't be true
But I was wrong
because when we reached the place
I dreaded t
RemembranceStay the breezeRemembrance3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and freeze the mist;
don't let it fade away.
Keep the days
in place, persist;
in memory, let me stay.
How To Save A Life1. ListenHow To Save A Life9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
2. Hold Still
3. Let it go
4. Dont Be
6. Talk To Someone
12. Im Not Good Enough
15. Have Faith
17. Release the fear
19. Open Up
21. Say Goodbye
Trololo Lyrics - EnjoyAhhhhhhhhhTrololo Lyrics - Enjoy4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ya ya yaaaah
Ya ya yaaah
Yaaah ya yah
Oh ya yaaah
Ya ya yaaah
Yaaah ya yah
Nah nah nah nah
Nuh nuh nuh
Nuh nuh nuh
Nuh nuh nuh
Nuh nuh nah!
Nah nah nah nah nun
Nah nah nah nah nah!
Nah nah nah nah Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Dah dah daaaaaaaaaah...
La la laaah
La la laaaah!
Innocent SexThe innocence that remains when I talkInnocent Sex3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Even under such depressing lights it stays
The chuckle you can't avoid when you hear my laugh
Makes me smile and cry, such a human trait
Things that we'll never understand
We know the past
Make it count
And when the plans go south
We'll go west to die under the long nights of unpredictable weather
Watch the tides come in and the sun rise
they'll kiss beneath the heat as they begin to bake
Remember in those last moments the nights they shared so close yet so far apart
And dispel the paradox in the innocent sex
Love for love's sake
We can't stand to be alone
the teddy bear makes your heart ache
and drags you alone through cold nights
fake friends and dreams forgotten
move forward with life without that pressure
without the nightmares of retaliation
that drag you awake through the cold sweat
love for love's sake
you're not dead yet
'A Haunting memory''A Haunting memory'5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For a brief moment, I was a monster
How could've I nearly hurt
The one who looks up to me?
Another sinister being tried to use me,
Not myself, yet I was still there.
She refused to leave and almost caused her harm,
But her will brought me back.
Seeing the fear in her eyes concerned me,
Why did she fear me?
One of the strongest of our team showed
Apprehension whenever she had to work with me.
I still wonder if the brief moment I was a monster
Has taken a toll on her.
I can only hope to know in time.
The brief moment he was a monster,
I had to stay strong despite my fear.
The residing fear lingers on my heart as
I continued walking through the dark.
How I want to tell what happened,
But I didn't know how.
Our leader seems to be noticing my fear
Yet everytime he asks what's wrong,
I force it away and carry on as if it was nothing.
Despite my efforts, my guilt and shame
Haunts me every night while with my team.
For showing love that left me vulnerable,
LycanthropeLycanthrope7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The lust for flesh
My skin, ripping and tearing
As new life breaks forth
It takes control
I lose myself to the wolf
The carcus of a dead creature
I gorge myself on it organs
The taste of blood
It fills my mouth
I finish feasting
Hearing screams of horror
Instincts have their way
It takes my flesh
Devours my soul
The moon in full
I've lost control
The wolf within me
Begs for more meat
I call out
With a deafening howl
Who shares my curse
Between Heaven and HellEveryone has a story to tellBetween Heaven and Hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The time and place the falls from grace.
We all walk at our own pace
forever attempting to win the illusionary race.
So I took the time, to sit and rewind....
granted pause to the cause, reflections of the mind.
Years upon years slowly drifted on by...
Journeys left behind slumbering alongside the road of unknown,
collecting dirt and debris, anxiously awaiting to be set free,
but could not flee...no one to save me and turn the key.
Everything has a time and a place within the enchanted space.
A story to tell of heaven and hell...
Realise this upon states of bliss,
In the beginning we all fell--in the end we all shall fall.
Can no longer ignore the ancient call.
Wyrmling Ghostwritenew millennium toothacheWyrmling Ghostwrite4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
w feeder hand, aluminum
bubblegum knuckle muncher bumpin' phoenix plumage...
& I rock the Rings, now!
supernova falcon flipper -
was-a-real-boy chicken shitter -
fist-fuck photon vision sifter -
soullost, anon forgetter -
so lost, rewind protector -
dead princess bone collector -
hopelessly tethered to the Ghosts, remember?
Nah, man, I don't know any of the Ghosts by name
but I've been following the will'o'wisps
chasin' knowledge, speed & blame
tryin' to play that Martyr's game
Inhale, exhale, cause & effect
momentum, inertia, stardust & breath
Sleep becomes Death...
I can only fathom three modes of the Dream:
get fucked; feign sleep; & cheat Doctor King -
the triumvirate stains Red, White, and Green,
all for Tide bleach and Amerik
Submerged in Swan LakeSubmerged in Swan Lake3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swans and wings are floating by
on a breeze imbued with jasmine and
willows outstretching their arms in welcome.
Through deep breaths he arrives
plunged in murky, pungent water.
A quiet whisper, and he prays -
"Please... may I linger here?"
Willows lower their arms
and jasmine falls to the Earth
where the wind dies and finally rests.
The crows are cawing hymns,
begging to be swans.
But only the duck submerged in Swan Lake
has delved the desired shore.
Its waters dangerous and plagued
by monsters baring their teeth;
most ghastly and putrid they are
that no crow may ripple its surface
nor any songbird seeking beauty fair.
The Swan Maidens bare their chests
and open their wings in veneration -
for the duck has sought beauty through courage
and earned his guise of grace and virtue.
Why Am I Here?Why Am I Here?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today you asked me;
"Why are you here?"
What could it be?
My answer must endear.
But nothing came,
Not one word.
What a shame,
Not to be heard.
I just smiled,
Reached for your hand.
I was like a child
Who had been banned.
You left me alone,
Looking like a fool.
My tears not shown.
You where so cruel.
But then I thought,
More and more,
I found what I sought,
Its you I adore.
I went to get you,
I told you who I love!
Your smile bright and anew,
Now a love to speak of.
Totoro TherapyTotoro Therapy3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
moon daisies sway
in the breeze
the Newfoundland's paws
one after another
in the falcon's wake
between the barrow stones
- mating rabbits
along the ridgeway
buzzards rise -
the scent of rain
Martyr:It's Never Too LateMartyr:It's Never Too Late3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Martyr:It's Never Too Late
You don't have to believe me, but I know
All the different kinds of pain, and processes of sorrow
What it feels like not wanting to wake up to see another tomorrow
I had every attempt planned out
I slammed the tear-stained pen down
I screamed in my head it's either never or now
And I slowly walked out onto the road
Trying to not turn back, because there's no more hope
I left it behind mixed on the paper, the last goodbye letter that I wrote
Give me your hate / Hand me your pain
Toss me your blame / Force out your bane
I've broken all of my blood oaths
Stacked on top of all the unread notes
The words written down always dragged me into the undertow
I secretly despised my own existence, I'm nothing but a coward
Every second I spent alone I always backed myself into another corner
I want to leave nothing to be remembered by, I don't want my death to matter
All I can say is don't make the same mistakes I have, don't die on the i