Honor Your FallenOne for the man who answered the call.
One for the brother taken too soon.
One for the man who gave his all.
One for hearts made heavy and sad.
One for families torn apart
One for a boy now without his dad.
One for the endless tears,
One for the new struggles.
One for so many lost years.
One for the mother's only son,
One for the memories;
One more, one more until this war is won.
One for the brother coming home under his Nation's flag,
One for the ultimate sacrifice,
One for the man in the body bag.
One for the love of the fight,
One for family born not of blood.
One for that final flight.
One for the free.
One for you
Until it's just me.
A final salute for those who no longer hurt,
For the boys who paid the ultimate price;
Twenty one guns for my family in the dirt.
PTSD Awareness Day"I was a monster. The littlest of things would set me off. I was screaming, looking for a fight. There was so much rage inside of me. In the end, I guess I was mad at myself...for surviving."PTSD Awareness Day3 years ago in Personal More Like This
"I still hear the screams, I still smell the blood. I can still taste the dust on my lips. Every time I close my eyes, my heart leaps into my throat when I see that missing wall, the dust billowing out. I still feel my throat going raw as I scream for the two that we knew were underneath the rubble. I still feel his swollen, bloody hand in mine as he fights to live...."
Sometimes I hurt the ones that I love the most, even though they're the ones that I need the most...because there's so much pain and anger and hurt going on inside of my head and my heart that I just don't know what to do with it. I feel like there's no way to say that I'm sorry enough.
He tells me that I've s
I will remember you II will remember you3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I will wait for
you. I will wish
SomeoneI need someone who feels this way about meSomeone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone who will love me and won't leave
The man you were two years ago
The one I fell for
Might have been that guy
But he doesn't exist anymore
I've accepted the fact that I love someone who is not coming back
It's like loving a ghost
We used to know each other better than anyone else
Now we're strangers
Maybe this is the real you
Maybe you have no idea who you are
This could be the real me
And I'm okay with that
I don't feel crazy anymore
Honestly, I'm probably better off without you
I'm still working on believing that
I still miss you everyday
And I know that you don't miss me
I need someone who will stick with me
Through all the difficult moments
Who has seen me at my worst
And still decides to stay
I need someone to save me
TrappedI feel like I'm trappedTrapped3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a hole of depression
And I can't get out
In a pit of despair
The only way out..
In this place people can't see
Faking a smile
All of these things don't come naturally anymore
I want out of this hole
But the more I dig, the more it caves in
Just like my life
I just take one step forward
And two steps back
Falling further and further down this hole
I try to explain it to people
They don't understand
SafeA beautiful girl cries in the nightSafe3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
She's sick and tired of hearing her parents fight
They hit her and tell her it's all her fault
She wipes away her tears and tastes the familiar salt
She packs her things and sends a text
The text says "help me, I can't take it" so the boy knows whats next
He takes her to his house, where she sits and cries
He hugs her tight and she says "I wish I could die"
She starts to shake, so he holds her tight
He kisses her forehead and tells her it'll be alright
She tells him what happened, and he wipes away her tears
He soothes her and tells her there's nothing to fear
"We'll find a place where you're safe and sound
We'll move somewhere nice, away from this town"
The girl smiles and falls asleep
Safe in his arms, she no longer weeps
He whispers to her "I love you so much"
She snuggles up to him and their feet gently touch
The boy can finally sleep peacefully
Knowing his girl is safe and can live worry-free.
Field of HerosI walk among the crossesField of Heros3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking a the names, but not seeing them
I walk down the rows, and slowly those around me disapear
I see those I've known,
and those I've lost
I watch the battles play out
I watch the shipmates I've come to know
I see young men and women
Standing solomly behind their names,
A crisp salute from each, and a tear strolling down their face
I see their families pass by
And not even acknowledge them
The sorrow grows deeper the longer I walk
I wonder who these people could have been
And what they would say
If they could see the country they had died for
They arent remembered by most
Just another name on the list,
on this national bbq day.
It hits me harder then most I suppose
On this Memorial day
Sometimes A Smile Isn't EnoughOn the outside, she's confident and strongSometimes A Smile Isn't Enough3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She's so smart and she loves to prove you wrong
She loves the small things and always tries her best
She never puts you down or puts friendships to the test
She'll do almost anything, she always loves the truth
She's more comfortable in sweatpants, but she'll wear nice clothes, too
She's always smiling, coming up with a joke
She always makes you promise you won't drink, do drugs, or smoke
She always acts like nothing's wrong
She really good at playing along
On the inside she's not okay
She faces challenges every day
Her friend is dying, she's failing a class
She's sick of hiding behind a mask
She keeps all her secrets and hides all her fears
She's still being abused after all these years
Her parents call her worthless, they yell at her each night
She doesn't know how much longer she can keep up the fight
Even though on the outside she seems so strong
On the inside, you couldn't be more wrong
Maybe someday someone will see her bluffs
Letter on the DoorstepI left a letter on your doorstep-Letter on the Doorstep3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So many words on so few pages;
Years of so many emotions
Freed from their cages.
You left this heart so broken,
So this pen became my voice,
Asking questions before unspoken.
I struggled for so long,
Fought so many demons to get here;
Yet still you say I'm wrong.
I left a letter on your doorstep-
So many things I couldn't say
Stuck in your glamour,
You got what you wanted, you always do.
I'm done with these games.
I'm through with you.
I've proven you wrong.
You weren't there as he grew,
A nonexistent figure in his life.
We can do this without you.
You never showed interest, you moved too slow.
I left a picture with the letter
Of a boy you'll never know.
I left a letter on your doorstep.
This is goodbye.
FlawsMake up stains running down her face.Flaws3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That youthful light is gone.
She feels so out of place.
When all she sees is flaws.
I play with Words like you play with Hearts .you are a brittle little thing butI play with Words like you play with Hearts .3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your bite makes me restl-ess--
ays could be written about your
eyes, shimmering in the star-light--
headed is what you make me--
ddling into my heartst[r]ings until I am
in need of med-icine--
ss melting away at your heated t-ouch!
and yes, I want you inside me
and all around me
and never leaving my si[ght]de--
votion and affection surging th--
rough our beings playing, moving as
you're a slippery ro-ad--
diction hard to sha--
ke-en-edged and dange-rous--
ing my heart to bea-ting--
ling in my skin--
ned knees when f
Her Musethese words are not poetryHer Muse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
swimming liquid fire through ashes
of dead phoenix veins.
no, they are rough and callused
with over use, their own faithless artists
spewing black tar from their lungs
in the hopes to one day breathe again.
nothing moves her.
she would rather scribble her heart out
on physical manifestations of her own reality-
on skin and bones she worships like a temple.
"Write of me," he says, "right here."-
planting sun-stricken kisses
along the hollow of her burning throat.
"I want to be where your heart sleeps."
Intersex.glass eyesIntersex.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she feels good
i think, i think
it could be gone
in a blink
he wants me
back row seats
it could be mine
in the dark with no scenery
'you' is such a strong word
'me' is all i'm here for
really, really, you knew that
a dog drools for a treat
and i just want a small
for the stars to drift away,
but its so much clearer
with a girl there to talk
and a boy on my ----
Violet Lightning1.Violet Lightning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violet lightning pulsed
between the clouds.
I wondered how much
electricity was trapped
within my ribcage.
Thunder roars with
pride and it
starts to rain.
I have never seen a
soaked umbrella look so
shapely before. All black coat,
bright hazel eyes that scream
so softly under dripping mascara.
Our first date is traditional,
which is odd because I'll soon
find that neither of us are that
type. The dinner was too cheap
and the movie: too expensive.
We held hands the whole time;
she kissed my cheek in the cinema's
private artistic darkness.
When she finally took me home,
the only things I noticed were:
modern art stuck to the wall with thumbtacks,
classic rock on a neighbor's stereo,
We just talked in her bed, I
didn't even use the condom lost
in the far back of my wallet.
It was wonderful.
I'm wearing a tux with a
She looks perfect in her white dress and
We haven't decided on
Marines Corps StoryMarines Corps Story3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Every now and then, in the middle of the constant barrage of crap that's just pissing us all off these days, we come across a story, a feat, an event that just makes us stop in our tracks. This was one for me.
Cody Green was a 12-year kid in Indiana who was diagnosed with leukemia at 22 months old. He loved the Marines, and his parents said he drew strength and courage from the Marine Corps. As he bravely fought the battle into remission three times. Although he was cancer-free at the time, the chemotherapy had lowered his immune system and he developed a fungus infection that attacked his brain.
Two weeks ago, as he struggled to fend off that infection in the hospital, the Marines wanted to show how much they respected his will to live, his strength, honor and courage. They presented Cody with Marine navigator wings and named him an honorary member of the United States Marine Corps. For one Marine, that wasn't enough...
So that night, before Cody Green passed away, he took it upon him
To the Silver Moon[To The Silver Moon]To the Silver Moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shining brightly silver moon
From a crescent to full bloom
Up above the Earth so high
Like a lonely seeing eye
There was a dream all men shared
To stand on you and look back here
All through the ages that we dreamt
Till *god took us, so we went
Wars and battles you saw all
Life and death with no recall
But still you shine on with hope
The kind that we do not deserve
All the things from up there
And what we disregard down here
Sea of blue and brown patches
Filled with the mess of progress
Stepping off-world was a dream
Uniting the divided
Scars left by meteorites
Now joined by rubber soled prints
Sky's the limit wasn't true
A portal to the stars
The legacy left on the Earth
Can be continued from afar
Kirsten Z. Jacob
DisenchantedDisenchantedDisenchanted5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let's stumble barefoot til we find the stars
and extinguish those winking orbs
with the smoke of our murky breath.
let's drown our dreams
in vodka shots laced with disillusion
and hours later
vomit veracity to the pavement.
stagger through this acid trip of writhing flesh
in pursuit of that beautiful boy
who wants you
but never remembers your name.
swivel those sequin-studded hips a little, baby;
maybe he'll fuck you in the backseat,
licking alcoholic perfume from your lips,
his fingers destroying you piece by piece.
love is so overrated.
we're only young once,
so let's make a red plastic toast
to tylenol suicides
we are such fucking clichés.
the stars are just airplane-lights, really.
what more were you expecting?
EyesRemember when you caught meEyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bleeding in my bed
Hands and face the deepest shade of red
And I was floating
Through those stars that you call eyes
That are brighter than the sunrise and
Warmer than the fires that give them life
But that wasn't enough to stop me from
Bleeding in my bed with
Thoughts of you swimming through my head
And I was drowning
In those oceans that you call eyes
That are deeper than my lies and
Darker than my moods when we fight
And now I feel nothing
Nothing but the loving caress of
Steel on skin
The clash of hot and cold again
Enough to send sparks flying through my body
Welding together the pieces of my heart
And rebuilding the castle walls
Defending from those cannon balls that are your words
Ringing in my ears
Like those secret silent fears everyone hides
But are always aware of
Mine is being alone
And now I am alone
I've lost one of the most important things in my life
So here I am a final time
No one left to catch me
Bleeding in my bed
Regretting all those
From The Same Shattered GlassFold the fabric that dictates youFrom The Same Shattered Glass3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your colors are dull and dreary.
Every corner is a camera waiting for your nonexistent smile
Every hand is a courtier waiting to touch
Every whisper is a word waiting to see if rumor is true.
Scream and none of them will notice
The voices you stir in your head.
You have fears
Just like mine.
Your thoughts are decayed
Moth eaten and raw.
You're covered in sores, I see lifeless
Globes of pale glass bore deep in the identical abscesses
On each side of your profile.
Come, slit finger tips to caress your shattered soul.
Chains force you to stand
Keys make you smile
Though you'll never see what they unlock
Your eyes are blessed and blue
To miss the innards of Pandora's box.
You seem so unwritten
Your voice is reached by no one.
I hear you.
I write you.
Soon your story can be read in your skin.
You can live in a glass casket
So all can see.
I know you'll love it there.
It never gets cold at night.
A Night of CrowsSoul dark her eyes bleed obsidian, like a fever of liquid-shadows,A Night of Crows2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seeking her lover damned…
And a myriad of talons will seed the sky — a primeval calling
of necromancy and lust untamed
Upon her breath, I whispered softly in winged-caress:
"cast thy nightscapes unto the ache of gossamer streams"
So she closed her eyes and her demon lover hungered long..
— Forever the Crow — shimmering in her darkest dreams
— Arthur Crow © 2012
truths.i started sleeping in the cartruths.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because it had doors that locked.
i got so used to lying
that the excuses slipped off my tongue like silver spoons.
my body started looking
more like a stranger than a home, and i'm really not sure where my soul fits any longer.
and the clock has become a timebomb,
just ticking off the daysminutesseconds until he walks the 27 steps to my door.
my feet are raw from boarding streets barefoot
and my fingers are bandaged from climbing citytop roofs just to wave goodbye to the setting sun.
we've gotten so good at acting
that sometimes I can believe we're both alright.
and we've perfected the art of avoiding each other
like planets on different orbits-
Except when we don't.
like the way you derail the train
and we hit like a supernova but there isn't anything beautiful about the collateral damage, no.
No, its more like the space of breathe b e f o r e an explosion
like the space between two ribs.
like the dips drawn across the
loving a poet is hardthe small things will catch my eyeloving a poet is hard3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'll fix them with a stare.
they will become beautiful,
possibly the most beautiful things
i've ever seen. more often than not
i will look at you that way too.
your skin and hair and eyes and bones
are more fascinating than all the sciences.
i might ask you to take me
around an entire city and all
i'll do is stare out the window
and watch the people on the sidewalks,
making up their life stories b(i)ased
only on how they dress and walk.
"you see that girl? that girl is sad,
she shuffles her feet as she walks
and she is nothing more than mediocre.
her hair is untended to and she stopped
wearing makeup weeks ago. sometimes
she feels like she's about to give up.
she is a bit like me."
no matter when and where we are
together, i will not want to go home
and you just might have to make me.
when i'm with you i'll be my happiest
but may still go home to write sad, shitty poems
and not know why i did and why
i still feel stuck in an undertow.