Without the IndividualWithout the IndividualWithout the Individual1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you imagine a world, directed by a single mind?
A collective conscious, a living hive.
Each time we are born, we receive a part of it
And when we return, we share in the pool.
There would be no fear of death;
No fear of the unknown…
For a thousand souls would bolster our hearts.
We could live—truly LIVE—to the fullest extent of our capabilities.
And when we succeed?
That success returns to the hive…
That success can be shared across the next generation.
We would become an ever-evolving organism.
One with a thousand faces, but a single driving purpose.
Can you even imagine how that would feel?
But…I suppose that you can’t.
For you, as with all humans, share in a single flaw:
The nature of the individual, the ego of the singular man.
Existing in a void of his own thoughts—he has no point of reference.
He is alone, even if surrounded by other humans,
For he shall never share in their minds…
AngerVicious anger,Anger9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tearing me up inside
I can't let it out though
For fear of harming someone I love
I wish to be free from this anger
Can you help me?
Save my soul
From this burning fury
Sometimes it's too much too handle…
And I need to let it out
Help me be able to love
So I might learn to let go
For I fear this rage might consume me
Help before it takes over
One word is all I need from you, one word is all it takes
One word of reassurance
Just to know you'll be there
When I need you
I'll try not to hurt you
With this anger of mine
It's unpredictable, I can't control it
But if you help me, I can try…
He isn't you.He isn't wishful paper cranes,He isn't you.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or Paris dreams during cold
Autumn nights. He isn't You.
But, he's trying so hard to
make me forget [ you you you ]
like pressed flowers hidden
between the bindings of
unfinished books, placed
at the top of dusty shelves.
His eyes are supernovas,
dead and lonely.
They don't sparkle like
your blue ocean irises.
But He loves me.
I can feel it through
shy smiles and the way
he touches me with
gentle artist fingers.
[ He makes
me want to write
p o e t r y. ]
A Life Of Shame?What gives you the right to judge?A Life Of Shame?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What gives you the right to stare?
What gives you the right to hate us?
What gives you that damn right?
She's my wife
She's my love forever
I just want to hold her hand
I just want to kiss her
Without the staring
Call us names
Give it all you got
But this is not my life of shame
This is my life filled with joy
Filled with tyhe love of my life
Filled with everything I ever wanted
So this is NOT my life of shame
I will not be ashamed of m wife
So you can judge all you want
But I won't be ashamed for my feelings
Because I like who I am today
So tell me
Who are you to judge what's right?
To judge us in general
Or are you just afraid of something you don't know
Or perhaps even jealous of something you miss?
This is not my life of shame
Lesbians are also human
And we will not be ashamed of our feelings
So who are you to judge us?
Missing BonesWe spent our nights star gazingMissing Bones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the top of that local bar on 5th street.
You said you loved me by night,
that no star or moon in any given universe
could compare to me; that we were lost warriors
searching for a home within the roots of one another.
I believed myself a wandering ghost among the living,
searching for missing bones and the warmth of another's grave.
You shook me then,
kissing me where it hurt most-
just to test a theory.
"Like dead birds,
you are not faceless;
your rib cage has a meaning."
And I believed I loved you then
underneath the moon and stars
tipsy on your smile and your words
and your warmth.
Your hands must be the thieves
who stole these thin bones of mine-
because, I never wanted you more.
She Talks With MonstersThis girl never had a fear of monsters.She Talks With Monsters3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She allowed them to rest on the insides of her eyelids,
the crook of her neck, the empty spaces of her chest cavity.
She had no fear, there were much scarier things in this world
than darkness, clawing at her back. Living for the night
she etched her dreams upon the bars of her cage
whispering of centuries past because she truly missed the sun,
grass on her back. Frosty Decembers have her forgetting
what it feels like to love, but she knows who she is
she doesn't need the taste of cigarette ash
suffocating her inside her own flesh.
November skies tore open this night,
ripping a hole in her bedsheets.
It is in those dark spaces between
bone marrow and heartbeats that she finds herself-
tattered and breathless, whispering dark secrets
into a strangers ears. Her origami limbs folding
like patterned paper only to reach desperately
for the sun kissed frills of Apollo's robes.
You should never attack a poet,we are the best at exploiting weakness.You should never attack a poet,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
i think of shy moons
and i don’t eat for three days.
you only liked me
when this poetic tongue
space shrapnel aside-
you’re too far down now
for even the stars
to graph you into their maps.
Sweet SerenityI have searched the very depths of my being,Sweet Serenity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeking the essence of the void...
To understand its nature,
To become a part of nothing...
For where else can we be free of turmoil,
Where else can a beaten soul go to rest?
If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion?
Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears.
Away from the many voices that drill into my mind.
For these are not the whispers of psychosis,
Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche.
Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us;
The whispers of the every-man.
He who desires the body of another.
He who desires the fat of his wallet.
He who cares only for self-satisfaction
And He who wishes to stand above all.
Voices, voices, noisy voices...
Eternally spitting their foul words into me.
Even in the realm of fantasy I can no longer escape!
For they are here, and I read their words scrawled across th
DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.Desperation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
VampiresIce cold stare,Vampires11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet flaming eyes,
Soul of darkness,
In Devil's shoes.
Faith no more,
Life a void.
Nights are endless,
The thirst grows,
Life is pointless,
Craving for gore.
The search begins,
The taste of flesh,
Life in shadows,
Senses are keen.
Love is a tale,
Dreams don't exist,
Hope is a fable.
Death in its mind,
Nothing to gain,
Nothing to lose.
Future a blur,
Time will tell,
Eternity on earth,
Forever in hell.
BigDamnTable 59 - FoodBigDamnTable 59 - Food2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Character(s): Ikki, Esmeralda
His body ached everywhere – no, aching was too tame a word. Around him, everything was dark. No need for light, eh?
,Curse you, Mitsumasa… curse you, Guilty…‘
The faces of the two men flashed up before his eyes. Mitsumasa Kido, who had sent him here. Or rather, his little brother would have been sent here. He had managed to switch places; as the older and stronger brother, he had the most chance of surviving.
A man hiding behind his accursed mask, reveling in violence, brutality and hatred.
Suddenly, the door creaked open. Light fell into the gloom. A figure stood in the door. A small, rather frail figure… He only could see it shadowed against the light behind it.
„Ikki?“ A female voice. A voice he knew !
She hurried down the stairs to his cell. It was indeed Esmeralda, the girl who l