A Queen Without Her Knowingshe walks the hallsA Queen Without Her Knowing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of aimless revelry
of aimless war
on small scales
a gentleman's stare
a cad's sly looks
she thinks she is hated
she feels different
in a negative way
she feels unloved
she hears the whispers
she doesn't hear the words:
goddess beauty sugar-cream
mystery enigma desired
god I want to know that girl
she is a queen
and doesn't know it
and one boy
he's a poet
and his locker covered
in words of devotion
he is in worship
in love slow-motion
and all she can think
is that he must not
like her that much
because he never speaks up
that's how it goes
find the words
all you boys and girls
profess your love
before the sun sets on youth
take your chances
wake the sleeping ones
so that everyone knows
they are kings and queens
BrokedYou are a broken love story. A black and white photograph that has seen too many rainstorms.Broked4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You are a quiet rainstorm. I've seen the puddles and the yellow, splashing galoshes in your eyes.
We held hands but you let go first. Leaves crunched beneath our shoes.
We held each other but the sound of one hundred pairs of black boots in step pushed through our tangled arms.
We laid out feasts of candy and beer and giggled like drunken children at the way the moon waddled above our rooftop.
L.L.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perguntam-me o teu nome, novidades;
partilham mesas, um corpo, garrafas vazias,
o café. Digo-lhes que há muito esqueci o teu nome,
a leveza na voz com que a tua boca repetia a minha boca,
e como os astros abrandavam no seu rumo
no anúncio da tua pele sobre a minha pele
sobre a nossa pele.
Por vezes nem o medo dilacera os gestos,
dizem. Por vezes é necessário mentir
para poder chegar a outras ruas e outros lugares.
Exausto, sento-me de frente para a monção,
sabendo que não vens. E ao dizê-lo,
convenço-me de que não tens de desaparecer,
como tantas outras vozes
já morderam a tua voz após os destroços,
evocando a cinza das nossas horas.
Crumbling.You aren't the same soul I remember way back whenCrumbling.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The stars burst into flames
And crumbled to our feet
And you kissed me soft and slow
My heart leapt towards yours
Waves crashing in the dark
They were our heartbeats
That made me deaf
And made you bold
That caused you to whisper inaudible things into my neck
My eyes got weary
And your eye got bruised
It wasn't meant to happen this way
Love's ArmageddonLove's ArmageddonLove's Armageddon4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Written by David Monid
When a loveless person finds love,
They place their hand on their heart and then they feel it beating.
But when the love is no more,
Their chest begins to throb so much, that their heart is breaking.
It's if you have been tortured, for no reason at all.
Just a cruel joke!
As if to teach you, that love is only just for fools.
So break the rules!
It's like I've just gone crazy.
Like my life's gone hazy.
This is the only just the start,
Of love's Armageddon.
The world is now just heartless.
Love is now just meaningless.
Nothing could prepare me or my heart for Armageddon now.
I have now become full of hate,
That I refuse to love anyone, my heart is aching.
I don't have any remorse at all,
Or forgiveness for what you have done, my heart is burning.
It's like I lost a battle and I refuse to go on,
Or keep trying.
What's the point in hoping, for a brand new light to shine?
So you'll be mine?
I feel like I have l
XX.um dia vou ter comigo e não volto.XX.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
O vento passa -
espécie de animal invertebrado
rasgando o verão por dentro -,
e os dias assumem a brevidade exacta
de ave ou gesto de passagem.
Caminhas sobre a hera,
os teus pés como árvores de fruto
diluindo a ciência liquefeita das casas,
breve aragem de outras ilhas.
Há muitas vidas atrás dir-te-ia
que quando te afastas as horas se alongam
e se afastam contigo, como se as embarcações
estivessem ancoradas no crepúsculo do teu rosto.
por mais que eu fuja e corra e me afogue,
a memória grita e estilhaça,
e morres dentro de mim
uma e outra vez
de um voo negado.
The Pain Inside The Pain InsideThe Pain Inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let my inner scars have meaning.
Let my external pain have a purpose.
Let the demons of my soul be tamed by the light of awareness.
Let others understand who I am and who I am not.
Let my past not to be judged by others.
Let me paint my own future
Let those commend my successes, but respect my pain.
Let me be me the whole me, heart, mind, body, and soul.
Let all know the whole me and not stigmatize parts of me.
Accept me learn with me share with me believe in me,
Then we will thrive to understand and together we shall reach a true awareness.
still alivei have dealt withstill alive4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
and self hate
and im sure
you have too
but the fact
you are reading
proves one thing
you have lived through it
the fact that you are alive
means the bad guys
are not winning
the fact you are alive
should put a smile
on your face
Suicide SurvivourI'll never be 100% fine, but I'll die trying.Suicide Survivour3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The people in my head want me to die.
There's so dark around, you can't see my eyes
So it's so easy for me to simply lie.
I'll fight 'till my death and there's no
Prize waiting for me at the end.
Just a thankful smile of my unborn child
And some stranger I accidentally saved.
I can't live for myself, so I'll live for everyone
To tell them that it's worth to fight
To be broken, but brave. To commit some mistakes
And to sent them this message:
'I have survived'.
Unhappy ChristmasAll that joy I felt about christmas when I was kid no longer exists.Unhappy Christmas3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel no pleasure in celebrating this date.
Not with all the suffering in the world
Not with all the pain in me.
No pills are capable to take this sadness away
Here I am listening to Cat Power because she's the one who shed tears for me
Since I cannot cry...
The most painful of it all is to put a smile on my face
To pretend everything is okay
Hiding from everyone how miserable I really am
I hope this christmas the sky gets grey and cloudy
And it rains a lot
So it would be just like how I feel on the inside
Grey Shines Brighter Than GoldForwards & backwards &Grey Shines Brighter Than Gold4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
forwards & backwards...
fold & regather...
Dissolve into the mind...
Dissolve into dawn...
Everything is and is not as it should be.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel,
and there is no tunnel.
There is balance.
There is necessity.
There are moments when all the pieces come together,
and when all the pieces scatter apart.
There are moments when we fall together
and fall apart,
and fall back into place again,
and glimpse the sun again,
and fall apart again,
and crawl out of the darkness again,
and feel our hearts love agan,
and feel our hearts break again,
and fail again,
and succeed again, and fail agan,
and succeed again, and
rise and grow and change and move onwards and upwards and forwards and backwards.
Just believe in the mystery, glory, & elusive logic of the universe.
When you are able to accept and embrace the unknown, unknowable, and inexplicable
with open arms,
all else will follow.
Black ForestShe was staring down into a piece of chocolate whipped cream cherry cake when I first saw her.Black Forest5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If I could describe the beauty of a miserable girl, I would. But I can't, so I won't even try. Suffice it to say that this chick intrigued me from the get-go. That's not saying too much, I know, since I'm intrigued by bitches and broads every second. But the real miracle when it comes to this brunette enigma is that she kept my intrigue the whole. damn. time.
And she hasn't let go.
All I have now are flashes of feelings and a sick sense of remembered dread.
Actually, that's not entirely true. I have the panties, too, but little good that will do me since I have no clue how I got them.
It went like this:
I saw her staring into a piece of cake without eating it. I followed her outside. I asked her what her name was but she wouldn't tell me. I asked her out to dinner, coffee, anything. She handed me a flyer with some underground club's name and address on it.
"Keep it super secret." Words like a
Only for you .Sitting here in bed crying againOnly for you .4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trying so hard to keep from going insane
Memories are flowing
With no sign of slowing
That line I’m now toeing
Makes the fear keep growing
I’m facing my demons with all that I have
Pushing through the fear with a quiet nervous laugh
See I’ve joined a few groups that hit me right to the heart
To help others like me just doing my part
But the fear that holds me that has destroyed my life
Is now at the surface cutting through like a knife
Breathing is so shallow eyes are filled with hot tears
From the violence and the R word I’ve experienced over the years
I know I can’t say it but the R word well I hope you know
I don’t have to shout it in this poem it shows
Well i think I have said way to much with this rhyme
Perhaps you will get it over some time
But I will keep at it helping the needing of others
Otherwise my life was a waste if I don’t try or bother
Got to make the suffering count towards something worthwhile
Fuck you "Ken"Im FatFuck you "Ken"7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I love the way you look. But Im Fat
I love your legs. But Im Fat
I love the shape of your butt. But Im Fat
I love your figure. But Im Fat
I love your waist. But Im Fat
I love your back. But Im Fat
I love the way your body looks. But Im Fat
I love the color of your eyes. But Im Fat
I love your lips. But Im Fat
The color of your skin. But Im Fat
you cant convince me that youre ugly, you use the word Fat like a four letter word. You see yourself as the world would want you to be. I see you through eyes you dont posses, you can borrow mine, but you refuse with distaste and harsh words. There is nothing I can say or do or show you that you are beautiful, Society is misinformed, inundated with the misconception that women must be Barbies, that you have to have the co
Nature.Nature.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nature is how I am named,
And with power I have came.
Hear me Shout,
And the ground shall Sprout.
Watch me as I shad Tears,
Until your precious cities shall fall in Fears.
Make me feel Sadness,
And I assure you that my storms will bring you Madness.
If I fall in Anger,
The world will burn in Fire.
Now at the End,
I showed you I do not Depend.
So please keep me Clean,
Because I like this planet Green.
Julguei ser..."Julguei ser o teu oráculoJulguei ser...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A dona do destino dos teus dias
E o templo do teu desejo vernáculo
Mas na realidade, sou rainha de terras vazias
Sem súbditos, cantares ou melodias
De exaltação espiritual.
Sou sim, a vagabunda imoral
A prostituta flagelada
De um bordel de porta lacrada.
Julguei ser anjo de prata sem asas
Ou mesmo a diva poética da escrita
Mas não passo de uma farsa maldita
Incoerente e desdita.
Julguei ter vestido a pele correcta
Da personagem que pensei ser.
Mas na verdade, vivo nua sem saber
Sem a mística discreta
E sem o néctar do prazer.
E hoje o que sou?
Uma alma que ninguém amou
Desprendida e indomável
Aos olhos do divino, a intocável
Que por tudo já chorou."
PersonaeI'm not who you think I am. Whatever you think of me, that's not who I am.Personae3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most people, when they meet me, assume that I'm a happy, carefree person.
They assume far too much.
Only the people who I really trust know me. And they don't even know all that much.
There's not a single human being, dead or alive, that knows everything about me.
Not even I know everything about me.
Honestly, I don't know who I am. I think that's why I have these personae.
To my family, I am a typical teenager.
Locked up in my room all day. Snapping at my mother.
Dead quiet most of the time. Moody. Typical.
But I am not typical. What am I?
To my average friend, I am relatively happy. Fearless.
Intelligent. Self-confident. Loud. Probably pretty obnoxious.
Honestly? Already, a contradiction in my personae.
I'm so quiet around my family. So loud around my friends.
What am I?
To my closest friends... they know me better than anyone else.
But they don't know everything.
Two of them know about the abuse. One of them
Poem To A Beautiful IslandA beautiful Caribbean paradisePoem To A Beautiful Island2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Home of my dreams
Where the bright sunrise
Emits warm beams
Desired by all
For the festivities never end
Even if it's small
It's the one place I recommend
Port of riches,indeed it was
Even if the gold,we can't get back
We don't really mind,becouse
Greedyness is what we lack
Puerto Rico is my Wonderland
The coqui thinks the same
No other place can be as beautiful
What other reason is there for it's name?
imperfect for each otheryou were really just another personimperfect for each other4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a lie for a lingering thought
and a haunt for a memoir.
i cradle you,
closely examing your every nuance
and the curvature of your spine,
tracing my fingers into the crevasses and dips,
running my hands down
the back that breaks
beneath the presence of beauty,
willfully unable to hold itself up.
in vain i try to keep your eyes on mine,
but you always find the soles of your shoes
to be less feared than staring at souls.
i am imposing upon your territory
just by being in your thoughts,
you once told me to back off but
i told you
i cannot help the way you love,
i cannot control the heart that beats.
Veterinary Clinic WomanVeterinary Clinic Woman3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
(Scene cuts to a red-haired woman in her twenties, wearing a Wonder Woman costume, posing a dramatic pose)
NARRATOR: This woman is no ordinary woman. This is Ms. Wonderbecca Superwilkins; to all appearances, no different from any other law-abiding citizen.
(Same scene shows several female citizens, all dressed like Wonder Woman, attending to their daily tasks)
NARRATOR: But Ms. Wonderbecca Superwilkins has a secret identity. When trouble strikes--at any time, at any place--she is ready to become... VETERINARY CLINIC WOMAN!
RANDOM FEMALE CITIZEN 1: Hey! There's a stray dog out on the street, who's lying on her side with a broken leg!
MS. WONDERBECCA SUPERWILKINS: (Thinking) Hmm... This looks like a job for Veterinary Clinic Woman! But how to change without revealing my secret identity...?
RANDOM FEMALE CITIZEN 2: If only Veterinary Clinic Woman was here!
RANDOM FEMALE CITIZE
Morbid HeartThese painful tears still fall downMorbid Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the suffering I never give in
Angel wings of mine covered in crimson
Had forgotten how to fly long time ago
This little piece of ice I hold in my hands
For it shows the coldness deep inside
These eyes now empty and merciless
No tears, no more tears I shed
In this forest of darkness I walk
As a deadly shadow of the night
I roam forevermore these paths
There is still lost beauty within
These morbid thoughts better hide
They have darkened innocent hearts
Once so warm, pure and loyal
Turned into the worst suffering
His vicious life
Ends as the dawn rises
This shattered heart of mine I give
... For freezing winter
For fallen leaves
For forsaken lands...