Real Men Write Poetry-Slam PoemHello, my name is Anna,
or "Blue" if you please.
I am a poet and so is,
Zach, Corbin, Harrison, and Kenji.
We have a passion,
a will to write,
and I don't think you have the right to stop us.
You say that we were just kids who searched for misery,
and you say that boys aren't fit to write poetry.
But those four men I just introduced,
are in my eyes so much stronger than you.
Yes I am a girl,
so call me a hypocrite,
but I'm finding it ironic,
that you think these men,
would have a problem with you.
Maybe you're the little boy inside,
look we get it, wont you just apologize?
Do you know how much effort,
that they put into their work?
I promise you,
that to me they're lifesavers,
They're believers, they're creators,
and all around life changers.
They take me away from this reality,
and pull me into their wonderful poetry.
I can't help but fall in love with their words on the paper,
losing myself in their iambic pentameter.
No matter what words you use or say,
you will never take th
A Cure For HeartacheIn circles.A Cure For Heartache3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love, pain, love, pain
over and over and over and over.
Vicious cycle of hope and defeat,
endlessly spinning, dizzying.
You were there.
Open arms broke my descent.
Unbreakable and breathtaking,
right where I needed you to be.
Those precious moments you let me cry,
or made me laugh, or held my hand,
extinguished the pain.
Silent tears no longer fall.
Fire On Canvas-For maximQuirkTongues of fire,Fire On Canvas-For maximQuirk3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
vermilion in fading daylight,
singeing your skin.
Patterns in the burn marks,
ashes of the past,
stirring into characters,
of languages long forgotten.
Painting words across your body,
the fire reveals,
constellations in your eyes.
A reality beyond all worldly cares,
hallucinations in another's trip.
Asphyxiated by the smoke,
and the smell of burning flesh.
Your palms outstretched,
fingers of crimson tracing every line,
as you embrace the flames.
So Many Moments Lost In TimeA moment cannot be held,So Many Moments Lost In Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nor captured in a camera's lens.
But it can be locked away,
in an ancient store room,
far within the antediluvian
walls of the mind.
Hidden beneath boxes,
filled to the brim with soundtracks,
and Polaroids, and tapes saved from decades ago,
dusty and long forgotten.
With all the old files,
and shoe-box dioramas that occupy this room,
the staff gave up centuries ago.
Because no matter how many window washers,
dusters and organizers that came to see this room,
the mind kept changing.
"Put it in alphabetical, no, chronological,
actually, from best to worst...or worst to best,
oh just forget it, everything is lost in here."
Thus, another door was locked,
secured with silver chains and abandoned.
But sometimes a little light flickers on,
in the deepest darkest corner,
and a glimpse of what used to be,
comes filtering into the decomposing hall.
It heats up the grandfather clock,
illuminating its face,
until the clock strikes 4 a.m.
marking the hour with its warm bari
Watercolour WordsDrops of sea foam blue and sunflower yellow,Watercolour Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
swirl, touch, combine in water,
reflected in your eyes
where words fell
like raindrops on a summer's day
into pools of the deepest green,
tainting emerald puddles
with veins of granite.
I'd Rather Stay in the DarkLife starts and ends the same way; with a bright light.I'd Rather Stay in the Dark2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A. Bright. Blinding. Light.
Like sandpaper grating against my eyes,
and pushing against my face,
pinning me to the ground under its weight.
Until I forget how to....to...
And everything is good again,
that moment where darkness ensues and then,
and I feel familiar shadows draw near.
Until I remember my eyes are meant to...to...
Fumbling through the actions of the day,
before my mind is set ablaze,
with fires that sibilate then holler out,
catching onto my clothing, forming hot coals upon my mouth.
With blistered lips, and scorching eyes, I realize I'm meant to...to...
And then peace, there it was again,
Leading me through a promenade,
we do the Charleston, and sway.
Then the revelation...Am I truly meant to...to...
Life starts and ends with a bright light, but I'd rather stay in the dark.
Driftwood DreamerAt sea, adrift, half-drowned and dead, I washed up on your shoreDriftwood Dreamer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Supine, sodden, sopping wet, and weary to the core
Kick me or kiss me, carry me home, unconscious through your door
My hair, my eyes, my clothes, my heart, all waterlogged and cold
Even with a soul so young, the sea had made me old
Abed, asleep, half-dry and drained, wet clothes upon the floor
Growing slowly warmer, wrapped in blankets from your store
Afraid that when the morning came, I'd shiver even more
I woke up warm, to fire, and food, a friend with hands to hold
No more desire to sail the sea: on land lies buried gold
The Monster InsidePulsating in it's encasement,The Monster Inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
incubating within the warmth of my heart's shell.
It lies awake, contemplating,
fixated on escape.
Flexing its claws,
it lashes out with new found strength,
leaving lacerations in its wake.
Before it disembarks,
changes its form,
a venomous snake,
constricting my heart.
A blow to the Aorta,
as it sinks its fangs in,
coursing poison through my veins.
It rips through the skin,
pushing organs out of its path,
a gaping hole in my chest,
my heart torn apart, then sewn back together,
taken from my body,
leaving a hollow where it used to be.
Skeletons in The ClosetUnspoken words hang,Skeletons in The Closet3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
like skeletons in closets,
of childhood homes.
IrrationalizingA chemical reaction,Irrationalizing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pertaining to my emotions,
A jolt, a puncture to the heart,
pushing, pulling, tearing you apart.
You're in too deep my good fellow,
yet drowning in that which is shallow.
more initials impressed,
upon a pumping organ,
ever so reluctant.
between all the neurons,
even more amusing.
A strong affection,
a personal attachment.
Philia, agape, eros,
how do I really know?
A magnet, your attraction,
just another silly emotion.
It's that burning fire,
that's probably just desire.
could it be more fallacies?
A game of charades,
the acting always fades.
feelings of elation,
ostentatious, unbeknownst of what to do,
that feeling when you want to say "I love you."
Distance between distanceThe sensation of your breath, tricklingDistance between distance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
along the hairs on my neck. How come
we're not more than five centimeters
apart yet the distance in between flows
down to a far stretch, wider than the
journey between stars and waves.
How you lay your head on top of me
and remain still and quiet. How you
look upon me and wander beyond my
eyes. The night and the grass have a poem
to tell. A tale of how the sun and moon
endure an eternity of chasing each other.
I see, the distance isn't the travelled gap of your
breath, but rather the world behind me, of when
I turn around to walk away from this and you.
Bus Ride WritingsThe poet writes,Bus Ride Writings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a pen running out of ink, in neat cursive writing,
which is very hard to do when you're looking over her shoulder.
Porcelain DollYou hold her close,Porcelain Doll3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her skin pale, smooth, delicate,
carefully you let your arms wrap around her,
holding her together.
But sometimes you hold her too close,
so close that her face begins to crack,
shattered pieces on the floor,
between you and her.
Frantically you sweep them up,
gluing tiny pieces together,
you don't want to lose her.
But every time your arms leave her,
her limbs go limp,
her face grows lifeless,
and you can't feel her presence anymore.
Her eyes are glassy,
her skin cold to the touch.
Her complexion fades slowly,
the pink in her face peels away.
you reach out a hand,
caress her face,
warming to the touch,
pushing porcelain skin back in place,
she gazes at you,
her face forming a Mona Lisa smile,
as you whisper,
I'll never leave you, My little porcelain doll.
Simply For ZachAn innocent reverie,Simply For Zach3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an adrenaline rush,
remembered as you speak with me,
through the world's hush.
A childhood fantasy,
of faeries, elves and gryphons,
just another ecstasy,
a memory I have hidden.
An elegant vagary,
a masquerade of truth,
written in your poetry,
discovered within you.
A foolish transparency,
of careless inspiration,
just another lucid dream,
the drug is motivation.
An elicit epiphany,
another way to feel,
your words are a symphony,
an idea that's become real.
A new amphetamine,
of a wayward world,
just another mockery,
I'm but a shell of a girl.
An exact epitome,
of our lives in a day.
Firewalking-For Phira115The flames flicker,Firewalking-For Phira1153 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
casting perpetual light,
upon the ever-changing shadows.
Where the darkness clings to the wall,
and embraces the shade,
which draws closer with every step,
clawing at your feet.
Embers nibble at your toes,
as they waltz from coal to coal,
intertwining as they caress your soles,
sending shivers through your body,
mingling with twinges of isolation.
Each time a foot lands,
disrupting correlated movements,
an imprint is created,
in a burning heart of fire.
Where the flames eternally dance,
in a pillar of exhaust and refuse,
into the early morning,
where they're extinguished
as the sun and moon collide.
Hesitant SeasonsHark! The sound of the morning larkHesitant Seasons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
echoes off the empty hazelnut shells
stirring creatures into wakefulness.
Iridescence emulating from Dawn's
Alas! The winds of foreign lands
test the strength of bending boughs.
Interlocking with each gust
of wind from far south of here,
narrating the song of the breeze.
Woe! Woe to the Summer's birds,
intruding on Autumn's doorstep,
letting rain nip at their talons as they
listen to falling leaves,
bereft of their homes.
Enter! The familiar scent, petrichor,
twisting through the air,
holding onto the last moments of its
existence as the leaves start to
Exeunt! The light sprinkling of Mother Nature's tears,
allowing the cold to creep in.
Tendrils of white,
hindering the flow
of water in Winter's rivers.
Flaura surrounds you,
making days shorter and
existence enticingly beautiful.
You Are Strong-For FlynnSee that gentleman over there?You Are Strong-For Flynn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one with pain scratched into his face,
Reminders of who he is and what he must stand up to.
Oh, this man, he thinks that he is delicate,
Nothing more than a shell of a body,
Glued together by some strange force.
Although, this man, I think he must be blind,
Though he has his vision, he cannot see.
His heart is stronger than stone,
Even and unbroken,
A proof that there is more to him.
Regardless of how he's feeling,
There are telltale signs, that give him away.
Forgiveness of a martyr,
Lies of a saint,
Years of mockery, testing his faith.
No, he does not see this,
Nor notice it at all.
But this man? He's indestructible.
Atlas ShruggedAtlas shruggedAtlas Shrugged2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you caught the Earth.
In the pause between breaths,
labored and pained,
you tried explaining
concepts of strength
while your bones creaked
and betrayed your bravado.
I will shoulder the world,
if you'd let me.
I've borne smaller globes
and understand the ache;
it's not to be carried alone.
And if I carry this with you,
perhaps we'd fall in step,
and roll this planet from your back
Of Love and Lighthouses-For IvorymaidYour light encases me,Of Love and Lighthouses-For Ivorymaid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a warm embrace.
As ancient sands blow across the sea,
leaving hourglasses filled with better pasts.
My ship capsized,
I'm adrift in the sea,
tangled in sorrow,
caught in a broken memory.
Jagged truths catch at my clothes,
ripping, tearing straight through me.
Time stands still,
as we dream of love and lighthouses,
filling our sleepless nights,
in the depths below.
With pressure as our blankets,
and sand banks as our pillows,
we sink into the seaweed,
with nowhere else to go.
But your light reaches so far,
so far beneath the surface.
I can't help but be awaken,
stretching out my arms,
letting the sea creatures open
the waters and let me through,
so I can breathe in the air so long forgotten,
as you hold me,
making my existence feel less futile,
as if somehow you could reach through all of my denial,
and with that beacon,
that lighthouse love,
that's seen from underneath,
I let you find me.
A Sky of SmogI.A Sky of Smog3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"what if every star out there, twinkling
is every dream that's ever come true?"
she asked me
"but what about the stars that burn out?"
I replied. She didn't respond.
she was too busy searching the night sky
hoping to catch a dream
"what do you want in a guy?"
I asked one day
when our heads were empty,
but our mouths were full of words
we didn't quite know
"I want someone who can understand me"
and she sighed as though it were only a wish.
"Oh," I said
"I just want to fall in love
so all these stories I write
won't be lies"
and we laughed as though it were only a joke
when she first fell in love,
she flew so high she could no longer see the ground.
I warned her, "what if he breaks you?"
she said "that's the beauty of it.
we give everyone we love pieces of ourselves
until we become murals of everything we care about."
I just shook my head.
if you're giving away pieces,
aren't you already broken?
he wrecked her heart, as he was destined to.
"isn't it weird how our b
Silence RisesSeductive, the surreptitious silence,Silence Rises2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
induced as the needle pushes through skin,
leaving cluttered skies behind
in favour of sunsets layered with oil pastel.
Elusive as a child's eyes as they deceive,
never quite escaping mother's disappointment,
criminal thoughts caught
within her ever steady vision become
HarrisonI.Harrison5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I shrug into Harry's shirt
underneath my autumn scarf--
cologne on the cuffs bringing
color as I close my eyes,
the brown of his hair,
laughter, pine green.
Fingers on marbled buttons
smooth as the cream
he puts in his chai.
I think of him like rain on a Sunday,
a slow breath uttered in calm,
eyes shut to listen,
he is peace,
stability in grayer moments.
He is the space in my empty bed
I ache for him the way
I crave prayer and
the feel of a rosary.
Solace of the RainIt's raining,Solace of the Rain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that kind of misty rain
that kisses your skin,
then fades away with the night.
The weather is always so fickle,
it leaves without a sound,
leaving only trails
of its petrichor behind.
Yet it leaves a screen,
of dew grass and fish-pond puddles,
filled with echoes of the sunset,
the kind that flood my mind.
So I'll wander through memories,
stumbling through, my torchlight burnt out,
'til the rain comes again,
and I surrender myself without fright.
Old FeelingsOld feelings I see in youOld Feelings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You never really got over them properly
I just rush in to stop the process of that
I hopped in too quickly
I should have let you recover
But if I did what would have happened?
Would you had love me? Would you had love another person?
Would you ever love again?
These questions ran through my mind
And now you are in this mood
A mood of you don't know what to do anymore
You feel trap, wanting to escape
I'm here to help but you wanted to throw it away
Which makes me feel useless, alone, unwanted
That's why I was sighing a lot lately
You made me feel lost, making me not knowing where to go
You say I have a bright future, but I don't know what to do with it
Having a decent income, a family it's there but the question is, would you be in it?
I want you to be in it, I want you to happy again
But it seems you are just confused and frustrated
I try to turn that around but you are not wanting it
You want to try on your own, trying to find yourself
People always want to f
As Insubstantial As Cigarette Smokei.As Insubstantial As Cigarette Smoke3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they wrapped me through with police tape
before i was born;
yellow silk fetters entwined among
the arches of my ribs
and along the hollow bumps of my spine
like a warning
binding back what leviathan lay
in the dusk
i've searchedandsearched and never found it,
but they promise me,
(oh promise me it's there).
i've tried to call down the sun from up high
because i didn't like the way it made everything
i prefer the darkness.
(they've told me that's
where i belong,
hidden away for what
better purpose i have yet to
i'm drowning in shadows vague and empty,
and all the wrong words
i never gathered the courage to
because with each whisper
another remnant of what sky i used to know
comes crumbling down,
and i always bloody my hands
when i pick up the shards.
i tried to tell them
that everything falls to pieces.
they shook their heads
with jaded smiles
and told me not to worry.
but they are reflective, i say