Every Time With The Same BrushEvery time with the same brush
This girl paints so many strokes
Each one speaking of emotions
Louder than the words she wrote
So where does the magic lie,
Allowing this girl's mood to swing?
Is it in the paint or the colours,
The feeling of release it brings?
She lets go of those emotions
That are too painful to express
The open ear of a loved one
Now an empty white canvas
Cathartic is the process
With her dainty little strokes
Thick layers of paint will take us
To land's nobody else knows
Now she paints with love for us
And happiness in her heart
The trees, the flowers, the sunset
The smiles, the eyes, the stars
Every time with same brush
Just different colours and shades
As the white canvas disappears
Her negative thoughts begin to fade
Unsent letterI am humanUnsent letter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cant' you hear it?
My heart breaking from the words that you speak
I know you won't stand up for me
I know you won't fight
Because you do not care for what I do
For what I am
For what I feel
For what I go through
You just blame me
Saying: "It was your choice to be this way."
Yes I am gay
I have a heart
It breaks from your words
I wish that you would stand up for me
But you won't ..
From all of us,
MasksWith big smiles she greeted her friends,Masks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drowning in the crowd of people.
How many claimed to be her loved ones?
Hundreds? Thousands? She lost count long ago.
They welcomed her with jokes and laughter,
and she replied with hugs and kisses,
Pretending not to see the cracks in their masks
Or the lies in their voices.
She knew they were hiding something,
She heard the whispers behind her back,
Saw the greed behind their smiles,
And sensed their hatred long ago.
And every day she felt another part
Of her soul breaking away.
At night she tried to fix it,
Trying to reattach the broken pieces,
But as the time went by she realized
That the harder she tried, the faster she broke.
And so she continued what she had once started,
Acting cheerful, while breaking apart,
slowly creating her own mask
To hide her true self.
Until one day she met you,
The girl who refused to wear a disguise,
A big grin in your face,
And true kindness in your words.
Your left hand you had outstretched,
In your right you
Wings of DespairWings of Despair:Wings of Despair3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A momentary glance toward the birds in the sky;
Makes me feel like I am soaring; with a hope to fly.
But the chilling winds that wrap me, reflect the cold of this day
And the icy frost that batters me, chips me away...
It drains the very breath from me, as though the ice is locked within
I feel my hope is fading again; like a jar of captured wind...
Where once my will was strong and boundless; now it sits on broken wastes
I must admit this crushing despair, it feels as bad as it tastes....
From the moment that I acquired them, these were ugly tattered wings
They were made from my despair, and bound in bitter strings....
Like permanent fixtures, of sorrows and tears;
They are laced with poison, and embedded fears....
On the edge of my sanity, I hear the voices keening;
These are lives that are lost while the creature is breathing...
It's a snippet of darkness, a shard of me!
A hidden part that you will never se
love, in shortit's somethinglove, in short3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like an electrical fire
and my god,
it will hurt
and you will smile
because it hurt
and that means
it wasn't all a dream.
N o v ai.N o v a3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This distance between us
is devouring my lungs.
I'm left here gasping,
trying to suture back together
all the broken nights-
the cigarette burns in my bedsheets.
I'm tracing maps on my limbs,
and I'm painting black holes on my palms,
pressing them into letters
left on my nightstand
untouched and unread.
I keep telling myself
none of this is about you.
But I'm reaching for empty galaxies
as I try to remember what it felt like
to be one of a binary star.
Light-years away, and I'm here-
just another nova on your ceiling,
searching this vast universe for you.
beside me.I wish you were laying here beside me. . .beside me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here to feel your warmth, here to give that soft comforting touch that only you can calm me with.
To hear your gentle heart beat from under your soft skin, I couldn't think of anything more soothing.
I want to get captured by your bright loving eyes and get lost in the thought of this moment lasting forever.
As I crave you to be so close, I lay here alone.
On a bed that feels too big, under sheets that seem so cold, heated by nothing more than a shell of a lovesick boy wanting to reconnect all the pieces of our devided hearts.
I wonder if you think of me too.
If you miss me.
If you want me there with you.
Past the tall wicked trees and dark sidewalks,
through the veins of busy roads and under the dull amber street lights.
You're laying in bed sleeping soundly, peacefuly.
I think of you.
I Miss you.
I Want you here.
Though I'll be with you soon.
My eyes are getting heavy and my body is loosening.
Drifting into a sleep
You hated meYou laughed when I fellYou hated me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You watched me kill myself
You hated me silently
You loved me secretly
I slapped you when you laughed
I cried when you watched me die
I knew you were disgusted of me
I loved you loudly
When you cried
When you lied
When you died
I said horrible things to your mother
You pretended to love me
So I pretended to love you
Tonight when I sleep
You will come to me in my dreams
You will say you love me
But the truth is you have always hated me
The girl didn't get the guyShe asked me in class today why I was upset. Again. She didn't say it, but what she really meant was, 'why is there a loud, angry song blaring from your headphones and why are you giving off this creepy, vexed vibe?'The girl didn't get the guy3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
She need only look in a mirror to figure it out.
She told another story today about how she'd showed you a pair of sunglasses. You'd said they looked kind of dorky. As she spoke, she laughed. She unfolded the sunglasses and showed the rest of us. Then she folded them up and hooked them on her shirt, next to her heart.
I almost went insane.
Every time I sit here and listen to her go on about you I go insane. I'm not exaggerating, honestly. I feel my face get tight and rigid, and my eyes get empty, and my mouth pulls downward. But that's nothing compared to what happens to my insides. The other day, when she told us about how you'd looked at her oh, no I had to get up and leave class.
I took my time walking down the hall, past the French class, hands sha
The Suicide DreamThere's blood on the floor,The Suicide Dream4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cold hand still leaning on the closed door,
The echo of a painful shout still overcome,
Imprinted in the empty sight,
The image of a purpose that was too soon gone.
Tangled bloody hair,
Of a person that decided no more can bear,
Tears like crystals still resting on the dead face,
The soundtrack of a film,
The scream of lost innocence,
On a black and white screen.
Suppressed words that cleaved a heart,
Broken promises and lies,
One more soul tore apart,
A person drown in useless cries,
Bloody, bruised wrist,
The result of the decision - no more can go on like this.
A peaceful grin,
Of a person that in the ocean of despair couldn't anymore swim,
Is frozen and distorted,
A blade, a stain of blood,
Life away has faded.
Like in a dream,
I see the bruised, dead face,
I hear a scream,
On the floor I see a bloody trace,
Snippets of a jumble film.
Another person broke down,
Took away by the whirling waves of the suicide dream,
Another person decided this world is m
Our Word is SacredOur Word is Sacred:Our Word is Sacred3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have struggled against the chains of fate
We've lived our lives on the edge of hate.
Oppressed by the taunting of the foolish and blind;
It is time we stood and responded in kind.
No more can we sit here, content with our place;
Else by apathy alone we shall be erased!
Our work is like a candle, a small one at best;
It is quickly snuffed by a single breath...
For too long have we accepted, the concept of equality;
Whilst simply accepting the crumbs of poverty.
Our people go unheeded, as madmen and sloths;
The "cultured" eat like kings, while we are fed with broth...
To create these verses, it takes a lot of time;
Have you ever tried putting your thoughts in rhyme?
Have you dealt with the frustration, of grasping at words?
Trust me my friend, it is like hunting for birds...
To put this in a structure, to give poetry a form;
It can take some men from dusk till dawn...
Yet we slave away freely and we beg for a chance;
But all we have e
Who says I dont care?I don't care who you areWho says I dont care?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't care what you were
But if you are with me,
I will care about you
I don't care where you live
I don't care what you live in
But if you have no reason to live,
I will help you find your reason
I don't care what relationship you had
I don't care who they were with
But if they hurt you,
I will be there for you
I know I don't care about many things
I know I'm blunt and insensitive at times
Just know that
I am your friend and you are mine
I may not care at times, but right now I do
I'm not insensitive because I still care for you
False to TrueMy faith was shattered,False to True3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my hope was lost,
Was shown to be false.
My belief is restored.
My dreams are found new,
Because your love
Was proved to be true.
He thinks her a Goddess,and he whispers, "Little birdHe thinks her a Goddess,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your stardust arms are quaking,
allow me to hold up your universe."
Second ChanceShow me a little faith,Second Chance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please don't give up just yet.
There's no need to plea for redemption,
Because with me you are safe,
Away from that darkest devastation.
Show me a little hope,
Please don't turn me away now.
There's no meaning to deny your mortality,
Because with me you will cope,
Even in that colourless city.
Show me a little love,
Please don't close your eyes,
There's no reason to continue this worry,
Because with me you are a dove,
And I'm here to say sorry.
Poetry,She is stardust leaving sweet bonesPoetry,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in her wake. A trail of poetic destruction
conceived in verse--answering questions
with kisses. There is a hunger in her
freckled constellations, like spider webs
woven together with golden thread.
Like the wild roses she braids in her hair:
She walks backboned and head held high;
the strongest of letters on a page
left to rest in your mouth.
AuschwitzI saw you in the ghetto -Auschwitz3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with your yellow star,
and collecting shoes.
And then on the last train
(or maybe it was Belsen),
hunched in a boxcar
like cows to market,
our shadows old
as the wheels
broke us down to the floor.
We drank our urine
and told the children
the train was an adventure
that did not need
Survival is a funny thing-
not always for the fittest,
and conscience can be
a silent sniper.
Today, I cried.December 10th, 2012.Today, I cried.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today I cried.
I wasn't bullied today.
Neither was I bullied yesterday.
Nor am I going to be tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
And that was enough.
I succumbed to my emotions.
Today I cried.
I wasn't particularly weak today.
Neither was I weak yesterday.
Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
And I'm not ashamed.
I succumbed to my emotions.
But... I'm not ashamed.
Today I cried.
But that's just the way I am.
Once in a while, you just need a good cry.
To remind yourself of:
the little emotion you have left.
Love me?I'm lonely.Love me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My bed is empty.
My heart is broken.
My life is shattered.
My will is broken.
Pick me up?
I'm so lonely; please, love me?
Because I love you...
HeartbeatingI can see the inside of your heartHeartbeating3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where life becomes scary and breathing
is vitally tedious, day and day is crushing
the emptiness of it all
how you can be filled
up with emptiness
and so many people will touch you, all in one day,
until you can't breathe from the claustrophobia
the assault on your heart
I can see
the truth in your chest
keep going; they keep
going, like lengths of rope
or a walk down the traintracks
they keep going,
like the fall from the bridge;
there is never an end
to going on, and on,
and I will be there,
to see inside you,
hold you in the darkness, when you cry and
think I'm already asleep.
beat with your heart,
breathe with you, our vitality
Ravens and Writing Desks.Alice, darling, will you fetch me a penRavens and Writing Desks.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And some paper? For here is where our story begins.
This fluorescent blood, these spiderweb veins,
They're what make us twisted,
Come sit with me, love, at my writing desk
This is where dreams are created,
Feared and enjoyed.
Do not mind the ravens,
They sing for you, Alice;
Whilst words sing of beauty,
Their whispers like rain,
The ink cries sweet nothings,
They all sing for you, dearest
Sighing and screaming your name.
And then there is nothing.
their songs fade to silence
As technicolor tears stream down my face
As I cry for kindness,
For r a v e n s and w r i t i n g d e s k s
The Feelings That LingerThe Feelings That Linger:The Feelings That Linger3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sound of your voice still lingers here
Even though I know you're gone...
And my nights have turned to sleepless days;
They grow worse with every dawn...
You've probably heard this story though
At least a thousand times or more.
But the thing I remember best about her
Is the sound of that closing door...
It was like the end to everything;
A cloud inside my head.
When I came awake on that final night;
I reached for her in bed-
But an empty space was all I got;
There was no one to wipe these tears.
I could scream and cry for many hours;
But it wouldn't chase my fears.
I tried so hard to tell myself
That everything would be alright.
But instead I ended up reminsicing
About her ever-present light...
I'm just so tired of everything;
I wish I didn't have to think...
But maybe you'll hear me one last time;
If I put this down in ink:
We had a life that was beautiful
She Talks With MonstersThis girl never had a fear of monsters.She Talks With Monsters3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She allowed them to rest on the insides of her eyelids,
the crook of her neck, the empty spaces of her chest cavity.
She had no fear, there were much scarier things in this world
than darkness, clawing at her back. Living for the night
she etched her dreams upon the bars of her cage
whispering of centuries past because she truly missed the sun,
grass on her back. Frosty Decembers have her forgetting
what it feels like to love, but she knows who she is
she doesn't need the taste of cigarette ash
suffocating her inside her own flesh.
November skies tore open this night,
ripping a hole in her bedsheets.
It is in those dark spaces between
bone marrow and heartbeats that she finds herself-
tattered and breathless, whispering dark secrets
into a strangers ears. Her origami limbs folding
like patterned paper only to reach desperately
for the sun kissed frills of Apollo's robes.
Essence of DespairConcealed in a crown of azure flames,Essence of Despair3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lies fester in the presence of bitter'd honey
While salty torrents of sorrow resonate
With an ominous whisper of pure despair
A lantern pierces through the frigid shadows
With the light of a thousand strong,
But is quickly extinguished
By the tragedy of a thousand more.
The heavens are ablaze and forsaken
As the blood of angels soak the earth
While the mortals weep dry and desolate
For the collapse of their divine guardians.
The tales of old unravel before their eyes
As they succumb to their fears and follies,
Dyeing the streets in a wicked crimson
As the wind turns silent once more...