The Man without a FaceHe stares in a mirror through eyes clogging tears
a smirk persisting alongside; a dead, worthless sneer.
He stares hard yet recognizing not the man he sees
recognizing that man is a desperately elevated dream of his
He wonders if his deeds - reflected - are right
he betrayed his friends, he abandoned his wife
reasons always lurk in the pits of the mind
yet so dark? At times his cynical heart reclined.
He smiled on insults and laughed in disgrace
he knew not what he was so he altered his face
with each turn and bend, with each traffic light
his face twist and turned, losing remnants of sight.
A con you could say, no one pronounced his name
he beamed when spat at; he felt no shame
He would pose a victim, he would express pain
he then shall betray that companion, again and again
Yet if one ponders with reason, the fault is not his;
not knowing purpose of life created what he is
so he adapts like the crops that adapt to the rain
all he does is adapt to what shall bring him gain
A corpse no
NightmaresI don't want to fall asleepNightmares2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can't bare to close my eyes
I can't stand what's inside my head
Be it made of truth or lies
'Cause when I fall asleep
The nightmares take place
The worst things I can imagine
Scarier than any screaming face
In my dreams
I see you there
But you're hurting me on purpose
And you don't seem to care
I see you with other girls
And you look so happy
And I'm stood there screaming
Telling you it should be me
But you're not listening
You're too busy having fun
I can't get away from what I'm seeing
No matter how much I try to run
I'm seeing you with girlfriends
I've never even heard of
Telling them they're beautiful
As I start to sob
Then I wake up in the dark
And I'm lying here alone
With no one here to comfort me
Just me on my own
You may think the worst part is over
But it's only just begun
'Cause when I go back to sleep
I know I'll have another one
Nightmares that leave me crying
When I wake up in bed
Wishing every night
That they would stay out my head
But I kno
Promise off a million stars"A million..."Promise off a million stars2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yes a million stars... perhaps there are more. You know what they remind me of?"
"What of it...?"
"You know, I shall give you a million present-"
"Oh stop it!" She giggled "There is no way-"
"What if... I do?"
"Hmm... well I won't like that"
"Huh? Why not?"
"You see, if you give me a million presents together, there won't be anything to give on my next birthday. So give them slowly..."
"Hmm... just one big present every birthday?"
She giggled again and traced the ground with her little fingers while
Should Have Cared LessWhen did I turn from "the most amazing woman you have ever known" into something completely meaningless?Should Have Cared Less3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The later tonight gets, the less sleepy I become and the more my thoughts turn to memories that I want to cling to with every ounce of strength I possess so they do not slip away. I press my hand to my chest in the spot where my heart is aching and I sigh, then bite my lip and try to hold back the tears.
Your eyes, the bluest eyes I have ever found myself lost inside, I loved the way they always looked at me. You devoured every inch of my body with those eyes, and although I acted bashful, I adored your attention. There is nobody else I would rather have stood before naked and exposed, because I trusted that you saw the me beneath my flaws.
Now, you are letting go. Lately I have felt myself slipping away from you and back into the skin of the reckless girl I used to be. The girl who would build something beautiful ju
In SilenceIt's dark by eight now.In Silence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These days are not like our days before.
Do you think that if you stay silent,
I won't exist.
If so, I can stay silent too.
Sometimes I still check to see if you've called
or left a message or something, anything.
You haven't yet.
I know you won't.
You said you'd never hurt me
and when you left, I told Mom you hadn't,
not really,you wouldn't, not forever.
She smiled sadly.
She knew you would.
She knew you had.
Anachronistic DespairI am starving in the apertureAnachronistic Despair2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fed only a stray quantum
a glimpse of photons in slivers
served on plates of silvered copper
in dark rooms.
No, that’s not right.
These days, it’s more likely
And I am a daguerrotype still,
so very still.
The Black RoseIn between such delicate fingertips;The Black Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She holds the blackest of roses,
And the dark petals brush her lips.
Her sombre shadow across her face,
Describes the bleakest of life's loses.
Such sweet scent floating in the air;
She breathes in the aroma of the black rose,
That scarlet stem entwines in her raven hair.
Her enchanting eyes are but a glaze,
Those wells of happiness have all but froze.
Thorns of iron dig into her soft skin;
She screams from the pain of that bloody rose,
With it's intoxication of simplistic sin.
Her haunting presence brings haste,
To a silence of a death nearing close.
Painting ThunderstormsI will remember you in flowers, dead and never given.Painting Thunderstorms3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are broken promises and shattered glass.
In your traitorous arms,
I wish I'd never closed my eyes,
You are like all good headaches
in that, you will fade away,
In painkillers and flowers on a grave.
Forgotten RemainsThere once was a great nation a nation with a name.Forgotten Remains2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But now they are the
forgotten they remain.
The memories they hold,
the tears they contain,
are theirs' alone
only theirs to atone.
Whimpers gently rise;
tears flow again
for time cruelly denies
salvation from pain.
They seek sleep to happy lies
but such tries are in vain.
Dying but living on;
futile hope too moves on.
They're engraved deep in graves,
poor soulless souls enchained.
Confined and enslaved,
with no happiness saved.
They rot in a gorge
where only sorry reigns.
Theirs tales shriek through nights
their talks ignite fights
reminding of lost fame
of love, passion proclaimed.
Of days full of glory
such sad, mournful stories,
of children's laughs set ablaze
what cruel sadistic games.
Play on, it's your forte
laugh, sneer and gloat,
but Mother Nature, fools were they
hearts meant to go astray.
True, your love they betrayed
alas humans were they
When fairy tales end.It's ok to pull the coversWhen fairy tales end.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and put your dreams to rest.
To let go of fantasies discovered
and quit wishing for the best.
To seize wasting time on yesterday
and give up on whats a new.
To hold the shattered mirror
and at the scattered view.
It's alright to bleed out slowly
thats all that counts.
And let go of broken promises
that only brought you doubt.
To cry alone is useless
so dont shed another tear.
After all, the monsters,
wont be your greatest fear.
It's ok just close your eyes
and dont bother to defend.
Even fairy tales once beautiful
shall come to a simple end.
Caffe LatteThe paleness of the blackening day,Caffe Latte3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has left its mark upon my person once again.
An emptiness seeping from the bosom of painful reality,
Into the very fabric of a sheltered being,
A droplet of burning scarlet spreading upon white linen sheets,
Insatiable malignancy, forced upon by the subtly of viscous silence,
And the harshness of unwelcomed examination.
A gaze lifted once more from rotting lines,
Meets in final discourse with the monstrosity that sweeps through the air,
In hopes of quelling ravenous hunger with jagged fantasy.
Unnoticed by surroundings of a more refined nature,
It frolics through the ether of the day,
As if riding on the wings of the promises,
That tether lovers' hearts to each other,
To peer through the dusty window panes,
Of lives left hallowed and undressed,
Drowning now and again in the exotic flavors,
Of long lost lattes and split cigarettes,
Only to putrefy in the humidity accompanying the death of the day,
And the birth of abysmal night.
Sweeping once more bet
night.that night we sat watch,night.3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
guarding our minds from the beasts that wait in sleep. your room was a bomb shelter, a safe house from his reach. but maybe it was you that kept back the demons. the clock bled hours.
while thoughts curled in our minds and we sought to find the reason we continued to permit air in our lungs. my wrists had never looked more like bullseyes but i didn't want to tell you. when you set with the rising sun i set my veins free with the sharpened end of a bobbypin. (imsoryimsorryimsorry, its just that i'm ill).
your curtains were red like the nile turning the room shades of violence that i hid in the corners of my body and in your fists clenched in dreaming, my mind fell out of my head and i stopped counting the hours but the voices in my head wouldn't quiet. when sleep took my by the ankles and pulled me under i couldn't stop seeing his face. the smell of his body wrapped in mine took all my senses and crushed my mind, i woke shaking. i tried to re
monster.last night i found the seams to my sealskin flesh. i tore out the stitches and peeled it off. i left it to inhabit my bed like a snake's shed skin. it felt so right to leave it all behind.monster.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
[but when i looked down i saw the monster that had been hidden underneath].
i saw my soul the black i'd smeared it, and i saw the acid in my veins.
i saw hidden under whitewashed ribs a heart that looked like a hole, withered and decayed.
i saw my lungs polluted with emotion and watched as selfhate ran down my spine.
i wanted to rip it out, but my hands were useless.
i wanted to run, but i couldn't outrun the monster within.
[so i burned it all down].
and from the ashes, a phoenix was born.
then i awoke.
Endless Tears And Endless PainI'm lost and drowning,Endless Tears And Endless Pain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sinking and clawing
At the slippery rocks
Around me, missing.
I'm tired of fighting,
Fighting for my life.
There is no meaning
Anymore, it's gone.
Sobs wrack my body,
Tears run down my face,
Like rivers of pain.
Why won't they stop?
I'm trying to hang on
(Maybe just for you)
But hell, I can't keep
Holding on like this.
My mask is shattering
But no one sees it.
(Maybe they refuse to)
Will they notice the scars?
I thought I would
Be just fine
I thought everything
Would finally be okay.
It's all a lie.
I just want to die.
Reflection in the mirror PrologueReflection in the mirror3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There are regrets, moments one wishes to forget, times that invoke shame and pain to the bearer. But when one fails in confronting those deeds of the past, they gradually start devouring mind and the soul alike and one's once held utopia transcends into a self inflicted phobia. You feel congested, lonely and then the very aids in life turn against you for you were weak enough to break the shackles. In the end you remain nothing but a shell inviting darkness. Either face the mirror or let the phobia consume you eventually
I tense up as my eyes wander, my heart skips a beat.
For in front it stands facing me, its look so obsolete.
Its vision, its foresight; a truth I
BoleroWe can be nothing moreBolero2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please take the wheel
and let us coast along
in this fine
and silently pretend
we are anything,
He kissed her forehead
curls of uncertainties
behind her ears,
where she could not
see or hear them.
How he longed for
winter's glacier cloak
to crack the tension
and keep them close
as it had in '87
when skating on thin ice
had such innocent connotations.
They had danced to
flying high in life
- both dizzy on love.
This was not the grand finale
either had planned,
but their mirrored minds
continued to dance in
each leaning into
the other's teasing rhythm.
- It's hot,
with blades of beauty
on slow burn
ballet on ice...
FriendA person whom you can trust,Friend3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
who's faithful until both are dust
Sees through a set of similar eyes
Knows when you speak truth or lies
A shoulder, there to comfort you
A true voice, that knows what's best for you
A conspirator to make joy and have fun,
who knows what's right or when something shouldn't be done
An uplifting soul, who changes your mood,
makes you feel merry, when before, you brood
An ear to listen to every scheme,
to help determine reality or dream
A face that smiles and you know everywhere,
it shows their thoughts and when they care
A body that's warm and has its own beat,
one that's fun to see, and to meet
So, a friend is someone like you,
who's faithful, brave, honest and true
And no matter how many people I see
I will never see a better friend than you for me
Used to Dream of Time Machinesi stopped crying myself to sleep at night.Used to Dream of Time Machines3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't remember the moment it happened,
because it was somewhere between
a new heartbreak and a new me,
but last night i couldn't press
a wider smile into my pillow.
i didn't forget.
i'd like to meet the soul
who'd try and make me.
but i confess,
that i've stopped feeling guilt
every time hunger rises in my belly.
i'm sorry that i blamed you
for all the crumbling disarray,
for every time i couldn't turn the world over.
Carry OnI like sharp things;Carry On2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way they shine
The way they hurt
The way they leave a red line.
I like to bleed;
The way it's red
They way it hurts
The way it washes out what they said.
I like to live;
The way it's wrong
The way it hurts
The way it tells me that I am strong.
Waiting for her to come this wayThe breeze tousles through the night and his hair.Waiting for her to come this way2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He sits in expectance for her to come here;
waiting for her to come this way.
Like that first time; her footsteps echoed so loud.
In a night as such not even the moon could be proud.
An ethereal glow she emitted, an embodying light.
The wind ruffled her black locks like an angel in flight.
Her breath was a sanctifying whisper of life
and her dress; oh a woven fabric of natures device.
Her soft traces upon the earth would have grown
the fruit bearing brushwood, piercing through a stone.
The hair settled; the wings retreated, her eyes slowly set
on a young boy tending tulips. Their gaze just then met.
He stared; what else could he do; she stood a little away.
The moon too curtsied to her outlining her portrait.
He stood tranquil, the tulip yet held in his hand.
She smiled and approached like a being with command.
She took the tulip, sniffing in its fragrance, sighing so deep,
the earth purred in compliance underneath her feet.
Stories of feelings with no names i.Stories of feelings with no names2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The feeling you get the day after sending a letter, and you know there is no possible way that the recipient has received your message, let alone formulated time to write a reply. You still get just a little hopeful when you hear the mailman drive by. You rush out to the postbox a little too quickly and are disappointed by the pile of free coupons, bills, charity flyers, and a late Christmas card from Grandma Moses.
A sudden awareness that occurs during funerals that you are going to die. You are dying right now – your cells are shedding like snakeskin scales and your hair is turning silver and every moment is one less than before. You will never know which moment is the last one because you won’t be around to count the grains in your hourglass– and, somehow, this knowledge both sharpens and dulls the grief of saying goodbye, like a blade that loses all effectiveness once it’s already
And it was Beautifula beetle was quietly crawlingAnd it was Beautiful2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the little child
and the insect's last mutter
the woman resting
the light shedding its dying fur
on her skin
and he came
he shouldn't have been there
but he brought his favorite silver blade
and she was frightened
but her last words were
he was in a coma
his mind was resting somewhere
in a certain realm of latitude
they screamed his name
tears flinging in all directions
splattering the sheets of his bed
and it looked
and her grandfather was resting
she could see his eyes falling and falling
but she wasn't sure where he was
or if he was content.
or what it was like
but she knew