In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
:I Miss You:I Miss You.:I Miss You:4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I Miss You -
Three simple words
On one little page
But so is the feeling that can't be tamed.
I Miss You -
One small breath
Can utter this phrase
But it will never be said in hate.
I Miss You -
There are only three,
Three syllables that haunt.
Pathetic? Of course.
But if I didn't say them I'd rot.
I Miss You -
The one thing to say,
And that is all.
Is that I Miss You,
But I'll let you fly for me to fall.
Dante's Inferno Riddle ChallengeKnown not for name, but nothingness, my goal;Dante's Inferno Riddle Challenge3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A man, not many, made my moniker.
Cold was I called for leaving that call,
My heavenly name never heard again.
The first, earthen name foretold what I left.
Pilgrim, guess my name if you're to persevere.
UnrequitedHer beautyUnrequited9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to passing glance,
of her eyes,
of the smile
not casually given.
Words silently spoken:
of her countenance
the complete mess
this poet is.
All that spills out
my facades undone
by slightest curve
of her lips.
can never be.
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
TwistedTheTwisted5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
think of the good times. You would have missed it.
Rain.As I wait for the dayRain.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wait for my lovely Ms. Drain.
A boy softly sings,
Sings songs about the soothing rain.
Love this feeling of rain,
Hate these feelings of pain.
Will you allow me to say?
That we've got these feelings of trust,
Open to our feelings of lust,
A promise of love is a must.
Rained down today,
Can't go out and play;
Such a beautiful day,
Can't wait for the 1st of May.
Rained down today,
Should have went out and played;
Hate to see such a beautiful day,
Fade away this coming Monday.
Slender Man ParodyWAKE UP IN THE MORNIN' FEELIN LIKE P. SLENDY,Slender Man Parody5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
GOT MY SUIT, I'M OUT THE DOOR, I'M GONNA STALK THE CITY!
'FORE I LEAVE, GRAB MY CAM, AND A MASK THAT'S FREAKY,
'CAUSE I'M JUST TELLIN' ALEX HE OWES ME A TWENTY.
STANDIN' ON CREEPY ROADS (ROADS)
STARIN' INTO YOUR HOMES (HOMES)
TEXTIN' YOU ON YOUR PHONE (PHONE)
YOU SEE ME
STARING INTO YOU WIN(DOW)
CREEPIN' ON YOUR FILM (SHOW)
IN MY TOWER WITH PEEP (HOLES)
IN YOUR ROOM
YOU FORGET WHAT YOU DO
WHILE YOU FIGHT
TRY'N TO ESCAPE MY SIGHT
WHILE YOU SLEEP
AND YOU KNOW IM A CREEP, YO
fallingI keep falling,falling5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when will I find someone to
DecisionsThough I love the freedom,Decisions5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate the responsibility.
Leave me alone.
ContinuityContinuity4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To continue moving even when you fall.
When you can't walk or run you will crawl.
Through the pain and suffering you will endure it all.
Once you regain your strength you will again stand tall.
Now you can walk again and not once did you stall.
From walking you begin to run; showing everyone you're in this for the long haul.
DarknessI'm a dark creatureDarkness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cringe away from the light
I've never strived for it
The darkness is comforting
The darkness surrounds you in a blanket
it hides you from the world
in the dark you can be whatever you wish
in the light your true self shines
My true self would break the light
It would blacken the sun itself
Or perhaps I'd freeze the warmth
My vices succeed my virtues
I am as two-faced as the next
or perhaps I have more
Moulding myself to be
the person that the one I'm with wants to see
The darkness does not hold me captive
I choose to hide in its open arms
Why Not to get out of Bed.Depression.Why Not to get out of Bed.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Withering me down.
Down to even less than I think I am.
So why try?
Why not just give up before hand?
No one needs me.
So I'll stay here.
I'll stay here and hate more.
More than I first did,
For lying in bed.
Which shall keep me longer.
So I surrender all of my day,
To the only solution to my sadness.
Sleep the guilt, the hate away.
Sleep the worthlessness down.
I'd rather just pray and sleep.
Pray that I can sleep,
And hope that tomorrow,
Will be a better day.
But if I'm only going to fall,
Why get up?
fidelic whore-- this is appropriationfidelic whore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my sweet synchronicity ,
i have downed your appetite
in a bed of front teeth
(it is morning in perth
midnight in dublin, and the noon
sun has been lost behind
a dress of mothy curtains)
do i taste of
of love making;
do i reek of
the weeds that
the posture of your spine?
you bend over
my lap a curve of guilt
and weep all night.
i collect each knob of your body
like a gift. press it to my mouth.
Your SmileYour Smile5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The smile on your face
Filled with beauty and grace,
In the night sky, like a star shower
I can not resist it's power.
At times, I picture your smile
In my mind, remaining for a while,
Your smile brightens up my day
And all my troubles fade away.
That smile, if you couldn't show
Would make me feel down and low,
There is a sadness that blankets my life
But your smile cuts through it like a knife.
Let your smile remain on your face
For it belongs in that place,
To flourish, to cheer up all that see
It means so very much to me.
Let nothing make your smile retreat
In the hopes that one day we meet,
And in your eyes I deeply stare
And in my kiss, my love I share.
For on that day, your smile will show
Like a gift wrapped in a bow,
Each time I see that smile you possess
My love for you grows in excess.
:.Heart.::.Heart.:5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Írta: Szabó Enikõ
Olyan büszke vagyok rá, pedig hét éve még azt sem tudták megmondani, valaha ki tudja e nyitni a szemét. Az ágyhoz lett kötve hosszú hónapokra, mi mellé, hallgatva a gépek monoton és rémisztõ hangját. Az elsõ hetekben még nem tudtam megkülönböztetni a kintrõl beszûrödõ esõcseppek táncát édesanyám csendes zokogásától. Összefolytak, mintha a városra zúduló áradat az égbõl mind anyutól eredne, és amíg õ nem hagyja abba, addig az esõ is képtelen rá.
Az én hibám volt. Az enyém, hogy a világ legártatlanabb angyala élettelenül, csövek és gépek közzé lett számûzve. A baleset óta nem szólt hozzám senki, mintha levegõ
GuillotineYou wonder how long it will take,Guillotine5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before you give in to the fear.
How much more before you brake,
Fall and beg them to spare you here.
Seems unfair to face it alone.
To be the only one burden by this fate
Forced to sit anxiously and moan.
Forced to expect it and just wait.
Submissively expecting your punishment.
Dignity allows you not a tear to shed.
They say your intentions were hell bent,
And for that they must have your head.
The blade falls, you're without hope.
Too late now, he cut the rope.
Broken GirlBROKEN GIRLBroken Girl6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring me right in the face, a face I never wanted to see.
The face of a young girl, who was not so different form me.
Her cursed features were unpleasant in every physical way.
And she was growing nearer to insanity every living day.
She would gaze at the wall, while her makeup dripped down her cheek.
I 'd just shake my head, wondering how she got to be so weak.
In her eyes I saw a soul that could never mend.
With every tick of the clock, she was a little closer to the end.
Even behind the glass that kept our worlds apart,
It wasn't hard for me to see her lonely, icy, heart.
Pathetic, annoying, stupid, and ugly.
Just never quite as good as she really could be.
I could see all her flaws, all the horrible things she was apart of.
Her lonely heart cracking from abuse, where there should be love.
Day after day she would claw herself, and then break down.
I 'd simply watch, reading her wary eyes and her sewed on frown.
She knew who she was, she knew everyone hated her,
Where You'd Go?Where you'd go and did I do wrong?Where You'd Go?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thought crosses my mind
I never wanted to end this way...
It was a night as this
Look outside your window
You see darkness, don't you?
That's same as my heart.
Cold as the winter's night.
Midnight glow of moon
A hope of us to last
But it would not
The winter chill blows through
Slowly creeps up
Reminding of what was once there
A shadowing image
The image of you
Free-spirit like a burning flame
But as for me
I am like an icicle hanging on a cave wall
Ready to drop and shatter
Like my heart
Shatter, when you step out that door
Yet felt neglected whenever around you
When we talk it was always short
Never last more than an hour long
I guess it was for the best
You wanted to follow your dreams
But my dream was crushed
Because you are the dream
But now you are here no more