mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world4 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
Things To Do When You're Bored1. Write about penguinsThings To Do When You're Bored4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
2. Sing about penguins
3. Draw a penguin
4. Now try not to think about penguins
5. Think of The Game
6. You lost
7. Play a board game
8. By yourself
9. Stand outside a convenience store and make an airlock door sound from Star Trek every time the door opens
10. Try this at home
12. Draw a picture with mountains, an ocean, snow, a rainbow, and a unicorn
13. Make random references when people talk
14. Try to make yourself laugh
15. Try not to laugh
16. Try speaking a foreign language that you don't actually know how to speak
17. Find different faces you can make with the computer symbols : )
18. Cyclops! OD
19. Write about a dream where you could fly
20. Attempt to fly
21. Read a book where the characters could fly
22. Write a book where the characters could fly, but the characters aren't totally pure awesome like Superman
23. Buy two composition notebooks, because you don't want to buy a real book
24. Try reading the notebooks
25. Write a letter to
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer4 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
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.
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence4 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
Slender Man ParodyWAKE UP IN THE MORNIN' FEELIN LIKE P. SLENDY,Slender Man Parody4 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
:I Miss You:I Miss You.:I Miss You:3 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.
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 Pretty4 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
Dante's Inferno Riddle ChallengeKnown not for name, but nothingness, my goal;Dante's Inferno Riddle Challenge2 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.
AddictionAddiction5 years ago in Other More Like This
I cant stop shooting you up.
I jam the needle of promise in quickly forcing your liquid words home.
I hold my breath for an instant letting your sticky verbs wash over me.
Its been too long since my last fix and I savor as much as I can before your power takes over.
Finally, your seeking terms dirty me up properly; my head teeters and my eyes roll back.
I can feel you.
Reality fades as you take control of my thoughts and my poetry.
Passion burns my flesh while ice gnaws at my gut.
My blood boils as my bones dance outside my body.
I taste sweat and pain.
I see blood and guts oozing as I offer a half hearted lust filled smile.
I think Im trembling but uncertain its from fear or enticement.
Perhaps an unhealthy mixture of each.
Not sure if I really care anyway.
A shaking pen writes of salty sugar and sweet horror.
Addicted to you, I can do anything.
With you inside, I can decorate the world.
TwistedTheTwisted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
think of the good times. You would have missed it.
Your SmileYour Smile4 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.
Nature.Nature is seclusion, nature is my home.Nature.4 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 Day3 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 Game4 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.
Why Not to get out of Bed.Depression.Why Not to get out of Bed.4 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?
:.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,Guillotine4 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.
LycanthropeLycanthrope6 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
"A Haunting memory""A Haunting memory"4 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,
when it all went awayin the dimwhen it all went away3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a beige, scratchy growth,
turned ripe and dark.
to wake alone in savage silence.
doors react differently
assumptions set upon opening
the first doorunexpecting.
trees wrapped with rust
a desperate haze of dust and rubber.
& a trench between:
yours & mine.
what is here: a woman,
(gazing at the place where
the red comes from.)
like me, but
with a kitchen towel
(with a duck
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange