A Queen Without Her Knowingshe walks the hallsA Queen Without Her Knowing4 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
Crumbling.You aren't the same soul I remember way back whenCrumbling.3 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
BrokedYou are a broken love story. A black and white photograph that has seen too many rainstorms.Broked3 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.
Can't Run From YourselfI haven't cried since you told meCan't Run From Yourself3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a two-part text message
and suddenly all I could see was the word
in blinding letters, bright black
the singular most terrifying time in your life
and then also in mine
and you don't know the rules any better than I do
I am an ocean, crashing against the shores
of my eyelids, my fingertips, my hips
I am so water-logged, like a drowned corpse
[don't mention that word]
I will splash to the floor and vanish into the carpet
I don't know how to bring the rain
which burns and scourges
which, even if nothing is better after
everything is always clearer
I'm left with mist and fog
an unending cloudy night
closing in so threatening
I only have nightmares when I sleep
spiraling spiraling spiraling
and your pale form is in there somewhere
[no no, pale like you always are, not because...]
I wake up dizzy
I wish we could both escape this.
voraznoutras verdadesvoraz2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
vestem o teu nome
como uma segunda pele
e nenhum deles sou eu
mas agora estás aqui
com o teu respirar leve
o teu passo impreciso
a tua boca desabando a medo
na minha boca
dizes o momento naufraga
para a possibilidade
de outros momentos
e eu não sei
em que recanto
achei a canção indomável
que faz de ti água e fogo
e berço de jasmim escoando nos rios
mas moras nos meus lábios
Nature.Nature.2 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.
How I Became an AtheistHow I became and AtheistHow I Became an Atheist2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In my life I've been asked many questions on how I became an Atheist. They were more or less the same. They asked "are you angry at God", "did something happen","have you read the Bible","how is it possible not to believe" and other similar to these. If you're an Atheist you know what I'm talking about. These are pretty common. Also, these questions remind me the same questions asked to the gay people when the gay rights movement first started. The people behind these questions? More or less the same. These questions will be asked by your average theist person that has no idea what an Atheist is and most possibly is scared to ask questions and doubt his own faith.
I was brought up in a Christian Greek Orthodox household but my parents didn't have strict control over my beliefs. That was step one. We were a family that liked to travel abroad a lot, specialy in Europe and because one of my aunts is married to a Turkish person (surprise!), I
Julguei ser..."Julguei ser o teu oráculoJulguei ser...4 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."
Desolatewithered leavesDesolate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
scattered on the porch --
wind now reigns this place
To whom it may concern...Drop into my vacant spaceTo whom it may concern...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the place where dreams are made
litter me with seeds to sprout
ones that never
to that secret place
inside of me
the place that wants you to
with every touch
of your fingers tips as they
layers of magic
upon the brokenness
of my heart so maybe
I dream of you
my someone I can't hold
with white knuckles
grasp with hands filled of
but dead air
I dream of
the idea of
still alivei have dealt withstill alive3 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
Don't Blame DepressionLike a predawn fog creeping on the groundDon't Blame Depression2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly sinking over horizon and the sun
Do my emotions cloud, obscured from sky,
No way to blow that dark away.
Uncertain if the sun shall soon emerge
Or if an angry storm will blot the day
With drowning rain; my hands reach up to air,
No way to drive downpours aside.
So often speakers dismiss the wind
And tell me push off all my hurts,
As though I'd Thor to man my sadness,
Lightning fighting crying.
No, blame not injury, blame not scabs,
When no control of healing's to be had;
Just let storms fade and stab wounds grow new
Unscarred skin - I've no control.
So if this autumn harvests fog,
And cold gray dominates the day,
A constant cloud of ash above my head -
Know I as well want it away.
Love's ArmageddonLove's ArmageddonLove's Armageddon3 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
Nature Is My Musemy ink has gone dry·Nature Is My Muse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by city lights
A love poemSearch meA love poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do your eyes see me?
look upon the one before you
see nothing but naked devotion
today as well as all the tomorrows we have.
Can you hear me?
press your ear upon my chest
the tattooing drumbeat will
forever be saying, I love you.
Will you touch me?
use your hands to know me
brush away the layers I show the world
reveal me as I am inside: simply yours.
I want you to taste me.
brush your lips to mine
be filled with passion sweeter than honey
scorching like the white hot flares of the sun.
Do you recognize my scent?
Let the fragrance of our love
and my essence surround you
winding through all that you are.
let your soul, the breath of life
recognize me and be content
in this sea of our
trust your body to mine
let darkness never hide who I am
know me even there
let your beautiful mind
all areas of intellect and reason
accept the fullness of my devotion
to the end of our age.
Broken HeartI can feel itBroken Heart3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
-this malfunction of my heart.
It is the queerest of feelings.
The beat of one's heart is so basic, common and essential
-but generally goes by unnoticed.
Until it is gone.
(A similar feeling happens with air, and the lack of it, I suppose.)
The beating is powerful and the lack is psyche shattering.
I hate when it stops, of course,
the world stops too.
Well, for me anyway.
(Probably not for you.)
But I wait,
every cell, nerve ending and memory
acknowledging the fact
But, so far
it begins again.
This time anyway.
I can only hope-that
next time it is the same.
So, this should explain me a bit.
The way I grab life by the shoulders
and kiss her full on the mouth.
(This is why I dance, read Neruda, play piano, seduce with words, pursue a perfect day, sacrifice much for my children, continue attempting to capture the beauty of nature with my Nikon, and eat not one, but two, Dark Chocolate cupcakes with homemade Strawberry Frosting.)
Unhappy ChristmasAll that joy I felt about christmas when I was kid no longer exists.Unhappy Christmas2 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