TheftThe more I get to know youTheft2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The more I tell you about me,
The more it seems like I'm losing myself,
because you're stealing my identity.
Locked and LoadedI am broken. I’m a waste.Locked and Loaded2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me something I don’t know
Say it to my face
You think you know me better
‘Cause of things you don’t remember
You’re trying to make me hurt
My self-esteem’s in the dirt
Pick out all my flaws and laugh at every one
I’m just a stubborn kid with a loaded gun
In the middle of the desert
Taking shots at the sun
But my body is the M16
My mouth is the trigger
My lungs; the magazine
And if you can’t already see
I’m about ready
To go on a killing spree
If you can’t shut up long enough
To hear what I have to say
Then I’m locked and loaded
Have a nice day.
Broken HeartI need a place to goBroken Heart2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't know where to start
I need to find the pieces
Of your broken heart
They could be anywhere
As in your desperation
You had to hide then deeper
To avoid more separation
When they came apart
Which hiding place was best?
But now they'll come together
And fit within your chest
I know that I will find them
However much it hurts
For I no longer matter
I'm too deep in the works
This heartbreak is my fault
Now I must stop the tears
I now need to forget
Of my many fears
I'm more than a mistake
I want to fix your heart
I want us to be happy
Together or apart
IllusionYou were just an illusionIllusion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my mind.
You were never actually there.
My mind had played a trick on me,
And told me you were here.
But I longed for you,
I needed you.
How could you not be real?
My mind had made up a fake person.
Someone who would never exist,
Someone who I could not have.
The fact that I cannot have you
Makes me wish you were real.
Maybe longing for something
That I cannot have,
Is what my heart desires.
By: Veronica Allen
Poets And Artists.I am self-destructive.Poets And Artists.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the affected.
I’m a thought that’s still in motion.
You’re an idea perfected.
I’m a sacrifice without you.
But with your life, I’m injected.
I’m a thousand puzzle pieces.
You’re the way to connect it.
Where I'm FromWhere I'm FromWhere I'm From3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am from piggyback rides
And the fluffy stuffed animals that covered my bedroom floor.
I am from the messy sandcastles and slippery slides at Mason Park, Where I jumped from rock to rock.
I'm from that distasteful lake odor,
Where I tossed small pieces of bread into the water for the birds to eat.
I'm from the young, soft tabby cat
That once sat in my warm lap.
I am from the artistic hands,
That were passed down to me from my Great Grandpa Frank.
I'm from the completed books that I tossed in my opposite direction.
I am from the woody, aging trees
Whose branches I used to hang on.
I'm from the screaming,
The horrifying threats that awaited me at home
From my intimidating mother.
I am from the green Toyota,
That was sold for money to pay the bills.
I'm from covering my ears,
From closing my eyes,
Wishing this was all a dream.
I am from those moments
All the cherished memories fading away
Blown away in the fall wind.
The Color of Your EyesThe Color of Your Eyes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I remember the day we met, a chilly one but fair.
Your hand eased gently into mine, birdsong was in the air.
We walked for what seemed like miles, you whispered to me your name.
I really loved the way you laughed; life was to you, a game.
We spoke intellectually about life, hope, and love.
I wondered if you were an angel, sent down from above.
The sun was brightly shining, with puffy white clouds on high.
But what really got to me that day, was the color of your eyes.
Decades now have passed us by, good times as well as bad.
Many of those days were happy, some of the nights were sad.
Children have come and gone for good, empty nesters we are.
Since then we've spent many a night, naming all the stars.
One thing, though, has never changed, and of this you can be sure.
I wouldn't trade a single day, my love's complete and pure.
And though I've witnessed many laughs, as well as many cries,
Those gentle orbs still get to me, yes... the color of your eyes!
My First Last KissMy Last First KissMy First Last Kiss4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An awkward moment.
Bodies perspire exponentially
Her lips are potent.
I could love her potentially,
Eye contact initiated
Our hands connected
Each others company appreciated
Minds fully erected
I real her towards me
Arms around her waist
This was meant to be
There is no time to waste.
Her hands run down my spine,
The first of many to come
An instance of sublime gratification
I have no choice but to succumb
To her enthralling sophistication.
Ascetic PerceptionAscetic Perception3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I met a man today...
his eyes were tired,
and he seemed lost.
How I wanted to help him,
How his eyes stared off into space,
How his affliction shouted to me...
He spoke out, and the words tore at me,
and as he spoke, so we began,
repeating his words, of the why & how.
Our eyes met, and silence became us.
my heart pounded, as he breathed heavily,
tears fell...out of anger...out of fear...
I met a man today,
his voice was low and solemn...
this man in the mirror.
Hate?Hate?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what is hate
but a twist of fate
we all should just love,
we should live and accept,
that no one is the same
we are all adept
uniqueness is ours
and it makes us who we are
every quirk, every twitch,
every smile, and every scar
we shouldn't hate others
for being who they are
we should accept them
haters are going to hate
something that's sadly true
we need to accept them
and pity them for not finding joy like the rest of us do
The PossessionAt night I lie awake living in my nightmare,The Possession3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With his hideous face with eyes cold and cruel,
Sitting inside the darkness he dares to call my dreams.
He just looks at me with his sinister stare,
And I can define his smirk devouring silent screams.
At night I cry asleep dying in my nightmare,
With his insidious voice with fangs sharp and surreal,
Waiting inside the blackness he bids to stall my breath.
He just smiles at me with his grimacing glare,
And I can touch his desire torturing daylight's death.
At night I die alone haunting in my nightmare,
With his riotous visage with ears bold and brutal,
Listening inside the stillness he stops to maul my soul.
He just laughs at me with his salacious snare,
But I cannot breach his reason breaking risk's rule.
Voice...Im always thereVoice...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the dark waiting
Silently waiting for the right moment to strike
Your mind belongs to me
You think you can escape
No, no one ever does
I just don't go away
You cant kill me...
Because Im you...
And you are me
Im the demon inside
That scary little voice you hate yet fear
Just let go...
Let me control
It wont hurt...
Since I am...already you...