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.
Let Me Be MeSick and tired,Let Me Be Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All these voices.
All that noise,
All these choices.
My mind is racing,
My thoughts are loud.
Sitting in the open,
With a large crowd.
Why won't they leave?
Just leave me alone.
Just let me go,
I'll leave my throne.
I'll stay in a shell,
I'll keep quiet.
I won't be who I'm not,
I won't even try it.
People think I'm cool,
When I'm really not.
I'm that unstable guy,
With all the crazy thoughts.
Don't tell me who I am,
Don't tell me who to be.
I make my choices,
Let me be me.
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.
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.
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
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.
BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boyBeauty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who whispered metaphors into his blankets
in the dead of the night. he pǝuɹnʇ them
over and twisted them and s t r e t c h e d them
searching for the melody that would define him.
what he didn't know is that his ears were traitors;
they rejected every rhyme without a trace of shame
and never allowed him to realize that his melodies
were real music, were beauty and love woven
into delicate threads; he only heard cacophony.
night after night he struggled and agonized
never satisfied with any combination of notes
always concluding that he was inferior to the world.
on the other side of the fence, close and far away
a girl with with stars in her eyes cried; her tears
were of the purest silver, the plainest pain.
she cried for verses lost to the valley of her strife
for missed opportunities and bro/ken hearts of iron.
their paths strayed along the leafy jungle of time
l i t t e r e
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.
NeroInspired by Champlin's BookNero2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tasting this aether, grains and moss
I find ruptures building, then clots
Mantua, after Carthage? Burning
Though Philippi was born of water
Venom clings to trireme, veins
Have been struck by many a serpent
Not by their own accord, by symbolic
Obsessions; intuitive Cadmus met the abseiling
Of mussel, a prick of bone that coiled;
Raise hands ye Apollonian in pits that
Need entrails of practical art, like how
The Dead Sea needs some open cuts.
Mercury was not sent to soothe Ioves fervor
Panoptes with a hundred eyes could
Not match one King without;
The messenger brought the crestfallen note
“I know not where he went, for he
Entered into open ground that enclosed
Before me he absented, then I was told, he goes
With a clear head into exanimate oblivion;”
Come now mine Love, lay supine
‘Neath the pulsating beams; bite down
Upon the reveille before it passes,
Through incense, and the seven hills.
Then ye pluckest your muse of choice