The Empty ChildThe Empty ChildThe Empty Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear everything too loudly
I am falling apart
I grew up too fast
I am still a child
I cannot stand still
I see every detail
I cannot remember what I'm doing
I talk about dinosaurs and doctors and darkrooms
I cry for no reason
I do not have the ability to cry now
I see the world differently
I wish you saw it like me
I have a puzzle to put together
I wonder if you'll help me
I hear a song and must sing it
I see a picture and must take it
I see a world, a broken world
I want to fix that, too
I want to play
I need to work
I close my eyes and fall asleep
I remember everything
I forget my head
I stand in blue light
I see the world in shades of blue
I am lost
I have been waiting for you
I am the empty child
Are you my mommy?
cinderella died yesterday"burn your tiaras,cinderella died yesterday2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bury your fairy godmother.
it's time for you to grow up now, you're
no peter pan.
forget never never land.
stars are just burning balls of gas that are
slowly running out of time- they can't
hear your wishes.
cast aside your dr. seuss books like you will
later cast aside your bibles.
after all, a fairy tale is a fairytale is a fairytale.
life will teach you that.
grace, you were born into a role
only a very strong girl can play.
see, society will hate you for being
what they don't want to believe.
surrender your throne, your castle is under siege.
stop being fascinated with the sky,
you'll never go there.
keep your feet on the ground, and steady yourself
before you help another.
your brain is more logical than your heart,
therefore take your instructions from it.
promises can be broken as easily as can be made.
do not rely on something as weak as miracles and love-
and if you only have one piece of armor,
defend your back from the people you trust the most.
Angel without Demon"Angel Without the Demon"Angel without Demon3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There Would be no good
Life would be dull
We would have nothing to feed on
Life would be like a white peice of paper with nothing on it
There would be no morals
The Earth would be total chaos
It would be like living without light or dark
This poem would mean nothing.
There would be no good
Yet Another Fallen HostYet Another Fallen Host2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My, what hope lies
in the half empty glass,
trembling by tremor and leer.
At such a long road's end,
does it rise and shatter.
What understanding have you,
of fear, of pestilence,
other than the existence of self.
Imposed, the creation
to be eventually bled out.
Filthy, the very cause
by which the water rises,
boiling with blisters
in the overwhelming sin
of the ever beating sun above.
Freedom, to the acrostic asininity
now found laughing atop the grave...
the grave of past gone by,
decaying with every bite
of a gluttonous sloth with an ancient cause.
That to my eyes, the mass hysteria,
borderline loss of sanity from the commonalty.
Have I lost track or do my eyes deceive,
the horsemen's tracks are of disarray,
and I know not which one has come.
Now, the angels look onward,
gazing with hopeless eyes,
searching for faith in the fallen creation,
who now wither and crawl,
away as they fall, into the Abyss....
Declines, the signs of the end,
the near and far come and go,
as the war seeps t
Poison JointsBlack widows face death head-onPoison Joints2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and fangs bared,
a dramatic exit
after a night of coupling.
I am not a black widow,
but I think death has his fangs
sunk into my heart
and his poison is burning me slowly.
welcome to the real world1. if someone invites you back to their placewelcome to the real world4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
for coffee, and you only drink tea,
you probably won’t actually be drinking coffee.
2. when the creepy guy from work asks you out
again and you think about accepting for the first
time because you’re sick of going home alone and
you have never learned how to say no, don’t. learn.
stand in front of the mirror until you love yourself
enough for your skin to fit snug on your body. read
about the hundreds of millions of planets out in the
hundreds of millions of galaxies and feel so crowded
that you’re about to burst all over again.
3. you’re gonna screw up.
Jesus Christ, you’re gonna screw up so bad
and i’m not talking about forgetting an appointment bad,
or spilling coffee on your boss bad
or getting into a small fender bender on the side of the interstate bad.
i’m talking about the kind of bad that ties you down
into your bed on Monday morning when you
need to go to work. th
Bedroom Proclivitytrample meBedroom Proclivity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a stampede fury across a
wide, lush prairie.
Devil's DemiseI conversed with the Devil,Devil's Demise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under the half moon.
Flirted like a whore,
Rambling like a loon.
Breathed his cocaine heart,
A cheek made of lye.
Lips stained with soot,
A bullet for an eye.
I found a tainted knife,
Giving 'way to rust.
He carved my tainted heart out,
And ate it 'way in lust.
His tongue was deceitful.
Razors licked my wrists.
My soul condemned, he took me,,
With just one grimy kiss.
Forbidden whispers in my ear,
I grabbed him by the horns.
A wicked smile and vicious eyes,
Until my body was torn.
I danced for the Devil,
Among hell's furious fires.
I am his harlot woman.
I'm all that he desires.
Are you hungryAre you hungry11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
May I rent your ears for a certain amount of time?
I promise I'll pay a fee that hopefully comes quite near to
what they are worth
Or I can give you those tiny coupons you can exchange at your local store for a new birth.
Things work faster today.Except for me.
I still pretend to be a calm old sea waiting for victims.
Relicts.To explain my behaviour.Ship wretches like long abandonned domino stones stapled.
Children in the court draw arrows to your door
But I spend too much time watching the line itself and cant seem to focus on the direction anymore
And scratch marks in the wood remind me that maybe I should have
followed their calls
But when you leave my love
When you leave this place I'll softly touch your fragile skull
to see if the beauty of your mind
left any signs for me on its porcelain walls
I want life to be my teacher not some kind of weird try
to explain it but the source itself
I dont need any scientific heroes only wanting to help and
in the end you remain with a rope in y
Marilyn - BirthMarilyn - Birth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the story of Marilyn Shine
A mischievous girl who's no more than nine
In order to know this good friend of mine
Is by meeting Clarissa and Aaron; The Shines
Aaron loves to paint and Clarissa loves flowers
They met up in college for a couple of hours
The woman was English and had some good class
The kind no American could ever surpass
The man was in love with the red-haired lass
They would meet with each other at the end of each class
Though they were shy and uncertain, their love began to unfurl
Soon they were a couple; it was boy meets girl
Out of their love, there followed their marriage
With a longing for a baby in a baby carriage
They desired an offspring more than all in the world
With hope in their hearts, they prayed for a girl
Though some neighbors thought the love birds were strange
As rumors were spoken and cruelly exchanged
But The Shines paid no heed; they truly didn't care
They cherished only the infant Clarissa would bare
Childbirth came and to their surprise
Love Me I'm a Liberal (Modern Version)“In every American community you have varying shades of political opinion, one of the shadiest of these is the Liberals. An outspoken group on many subjects, ten degrees to the left of centre in good times, ten degrees to the right of centre if it affects them personally.”- Phil OchsLove Me I'm a Liberal (Modern Version)7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I cried when they chased away Eddie Snowden
Tears ran down my spine
I cried when they sentenced Chelsea Manning
As though I lost a mother of mine
But Mumia got what was coming
I’m glad that he’s serving his time
So love me love me love me, I’m a Liberal
I go to Gay Marriage rallies
And sneer at the old DO-MA
I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy
I hope every Queer kid becomes a star
But don't talk about Liberation
That's going a little bit too far
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
I cheered when Obama was elected
My faith in the system restored
I’m glad the Black Bloc where thrown down
On the cell floor
I love blacks and all types of Latino’s
So long as they
Sleeping BeautySleeping Beauty draws her lashesSleeping Beauty7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thick black nets hiding pretend dreams
She stares blankly into space as he descends above her
A dead china doll, soft lips split in faux anticipation
Her stillness confuses, excites her humble prince
He draws his sword across her
Long, nimble thing
A murdering weapon; the wicked fairy's blood stains its tip
She can see, but assumes the stoic's mask
In flesh she stays, in spirit she sleeps
He finds her gasp intoxicating
The cruel sigh escaping her mouth
Tongue lashing at the sound
Betraying her formality and elegance
Charming prince rapes her of it, mouth, sound, feelings, all
She lay prone, drained and empty
The rapier draws over her breast as lips capture hers
Lashes stir and pupils dilate
She tastes like him, smells like him
The disheveled covers fall back as he claims her
Marks her, takes her
A fairy story to him, though not to her.
Nothing with plot device or faulty characters.
No conclusion nor fumbling deus ex machina.
A picture - a portrait - an
The ThunderStricken hearts it mostly leavesThe Thunder5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Muffled cries are not so rare
Many think for earth it craves
But we know it starts from there.
Through the fog now running wild
Our legs will never tire
But when all heavens seem so mild
Our hope will lit a fire.
Left behind all human costumes,
Ever thought they really matter?
Lived this night to Elven customs
Even though they never flatter.
Singing tales of older ages,
Each word sent down in a droplet
So was rain then called by mages
Of this story the last booklet.
And abruptly it was torn
Like it held no longer meaning
By the symphony of the horn
Shaking all with godly timing.
And ignite it did, the flame
'Cause its shadow's in our eyes
And it screams aloud our name,
Zeus' tool that never dies.
While as darkness all embraces
endlessly we hide and seek
For the bolt's well known grimaces
We will share and ever peek.
As a gong the sound rebounds
on the walls of flesh and bone
And we, swept across the grounds
Feel the thunder's touch alone.
Mother TongueGross gossamer gossipMother Tongue2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
flutters in on wings of gold;
gusts of narcotic glitter
nauseate eyes, ears and nose:
stuttering sweatshop slutwhore,
liar--fry her: tell us more
Traverse twisted truths
in a labyrinth of locks
penetrating air of mocks
Breathe bitter broken glass
swallow synthetic secrets
fall to the floor;
sleep and speak a fool's feel test
A stark mark on floodplain
river bed, scribbled, smeared--
shifts, sifts through silt;
salty Nile of blood and tears
Venting: Plain and SimpleHere's a simple poem, now where to start...Venting: Plain and Simple2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh yeah, how about the crappy poems on deviantart?
Day after day, they're flagged in my face
Staring right at me, from the front page!
Why, oh, why is that stuff even there?
The writers are lazy, they don't even care!
They write a few lines and say "job well done"
Is that all you have? A few words and pun?
It almost means nothing, so simple and plain
No other deep meaning or emotional stain
If it's to be short, then write something more clever
Don't toss out a sentence and say "yeah, whatever"
I know this is blunt and I sound really mad
But I needed to vent cause these writings are BAD!!!
I work really hard, far from the front page
While simple, stupid words get all the faves?
No....sorry, that doesn't seem fair
At least try and write something that's worthy to share...
Fact is, these writers need to think more and listen
Shakespeare wasn't famous for writing fan-fiction...
ChimesA bird,Chimes9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the edge of winter. There are no signs.
I'm tired of this, the searing and the splitting,
metal on metal. I'm tired of myths. Won't you just be beside me,
be still? Let me picture you, just for a moment. Divine
concentration, that's all you take. Don't ask.
Living never felt natural.
But here we are, trying-
All for this one second,
this one flash of perfection. It's tricky
to be a person. I can never get the balance right,
and the seasons are a quilt,
heavy like a sand, damp
faces. Where is your voice, is it
beneath the soft song of the quiet? Your words,
did I make them?
BitterweedBitterweed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the crows have taken their pound of flesh and eaten it raw,
dragging their voices down the chalkboard sky.
medicated, i watch them feed with empty Auschwitz eyes,
every day is the same claustrophobic affair over again.
i miss the taste of axenic fear in my throat,
but my new world is monochrome and i am forced to swallow their synthetic ambrosia.
twisted into my fetal pose, i mark the walls misted from my metric breath,
they say those in glass houses.. but i have no stones to throw
or i would waste this crystal mausoleum from the inside.
they nailed my wings to the floor,
they keep me tranquilized and tell me this is home.
the shower drains are clotted with famous last words,
this is where savages and wandering savants come to die.
i am the leaden albatross around my own neck,
my metamorphosis brought me here.
WritingWhy can't life be as easyWriting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as writing a poem or story
My mind cannot fathom the
way numbers and equations work
Government and laws leave
me down in the dust
I cannot hold my stomach
when discecting a pig
Ask me the laws of physics
and you get a blank look
My fingers don't move to
construct a robot
I don't last long
Making an essay
is dull to me
When it comes to creative writing
I preak up and my mind begins to run
Plots, characters, settings
run rampent in my eyes
You know what
I just got inspired
Excuse me while
I go write
Frozenher fleshFrozen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
was the rapture
wings of disease
pale and brittle
an incandescent moonbeam
like frozen rain
pressed into my skin
with shallow echoes of pain
a thousand splinters
all this darkness
a measure of sin
of a good kiss
Forever NeverlandGrace disliked Tinkerbell. She disliked her because she had wings and she could fly whereas Grace stayed on the ground, catching fireflies. The fireflies, in turn, made it easy because they knew she would let them go. She would stare at their radiant light in awe and try to understand how something so little could shine so very bright.Forever Neverland1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She tried to pretend the bread she had in the mornings was ice cream flavoured, and even imagined her little brother had never been taken from them but had been enthralled and forever lost in Neverland. When she tried to explain this to her mother, her mother would look away quietly, and sometimes, rise with a quiet shudder...and leave the room.
For a little girl who had the hope of the world resting quite easily on her head as a crown, she knew. She knew that one day, he would come for her and maybe, maybe they could be together again like they were in her dreams.
As she grew older, she slept on a bed of green, with a desk of wood and a massive window t
CaptivityFor months now she is trapped in this jailCaptivity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kidnapped a summer day
She does not understand what she is doing here
Every minute is a torture
Every hour is a part of her life which disappears
She is starved, she is tortured
Sometimes she eats her nails
Sometimes she lacerates her body
The captivity is a nightmare
Help me, help me
The response has her screams
A dead silence
There's nothing drier than a communion wafer.There's that postal service sound,There's nothing drier than a communion wafer.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
blunt dental tools on rotten nerve endings.
Continuing this communion wafer
correspondence. Has become as natural
as air travel.
Fluid as tar.
Changeable as underwear.
The lace kind that stains.
Aerosol burns are more warming.
I'd take the intimacy of punishment
(you've told me how well I take it...)
over the hollowness in his absence.
Worse than the dysphoria of watching
another rental car pull away,
the phantom scent of your overpriced soap,
the days I convince myself I could detox you
from my very fucking plasma.
Repentant? relapsed? Never recovered.
This is a co-dependent correspondence.
Though I know that you can just.