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 onslaught of 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
Love AgainI wonder if I'll love again.Love Again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was so in love with you.
Love doesn't come easy.
It's not something I do.
I never loved my mom.
I never loved my dad.
There was never any love,
In any relationship I had.
I'm not alone in this.
There are other's like me.
I met a man who didn't love,
His wife or girl of three.
And so I'll find a man,
Who makes me smile.
I may be looking,
For a little while.
Happiness doesn't mean love.
My heart won't be his.
I don't just fall in love.
That's just the way it is.
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
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 ----
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
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
ExcusesExcuses4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mother beat me.
My mother stole,
my mother lied,
one day she stabbed me,
with a knife,
blood dripping on the floor,
I managed to call,
and they carried me,
out the door,
onto the walk,
took me away.
I woke up,
maybe the next day,
my mother beside me,
head in her hands,
I saw tears in her eyes,
but my heart was ice.
"Hi," I managed to say,
"what's your story today?"
Letter on the DoorstepI left a letter on your doorstep-Letter on the Doorstep4 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.
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
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."
The Raven to the RobinThe Raven to the RobinThe Raven to the Robin9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Jenica Ty AKA Vanillakittens
We both know the dark
We understand it all too well
Heaven may be out of reach
But without you I'm in hell
I'm screaming out for you
Alone, dark and scared
A prophesy that haunts me
You know I'm unprepared
I'm drowning in my past
And I can barely breathe
You always come to rescue me
You know just what I need
A raven and a robin
both with feathers, beaks and wings
Are love an eternal mystery
of complicated things
I was alone and frightened
You were lost and confused
So tired of the lives we lived
All battered and abused
Violet eyes meet stormy ones
We hold each others gaze
And that's all it takes for our spirits
To finally be raised
A hood to conceal my features
A mask to hide your face
But love will find us anyway
Through earth, time or space
We sit in silence together
Talking with unblinking eyes
There are no secrets between us
No deceit, tall tales or lies
Dive into the farthest corner
Of my twisted mind
You know me and love me
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
Their StoriesI've read so many stories,Their Stories3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
yet none appeal to me
I want the weak minded thought's,
I want to know their dreams
I'm sick of strong male characters,
and feisty female minds
I want someone who can't take it,
someone who's lost the fight
I want the truth behind the lies
Not the mask that hides the shy
I want their inner feelings,their core
I want to know their hearts, do they feel remorse?
I want to know their fears, their worries
I need to know who they are, their stories
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
Confession: The Other LoverMy heart is racing, my hands are shaking.Confession: The Other Lover1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forgive me for this letter, love.
My heart is breaking.
This affair has been heavy on my heart.
You deserve this confession,
It's tearing me apart.
It's not you, it's me.
Isn't that how it always goes?
Lover, I hope you understand my plea.
We met some time ago
And I fell so damned hard.
I just...I felt that you should know.
She's the drug in my veins,
I can't get enough, I'm mad with desire;
It's time to break these chains.
I came home last night,
but I never really left her place.
Please lover, understand my plight.
The pull has become impossible to resist -
I have to go back, I NEED to go back;
I've fallen for this terrible tryst.
I've had my chance to roam,
But shes calling my name baby;
Its time to go home.
I have a lover on the side...
Her name is War,
My combat bride.
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?
Forbidden Place.My loneliness is a cellForbidden Place.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's my imaginary hell
A fortress I built within
There are no doors
Just caged windows
Metal bars & self inflicted scars
I'm believing things that are not real
I gaze to what it is I long for
The entirety of what I'll never have
Envious of the air, pure, without care
See the nothing, and dream of me there
The veins of Insanity
Wrap like vines spiraling
Down and through-out my body
Tight at the neck
I turn blue, the color of serenity
If only you knew the force of this deception
The grasp of this torment draining my ghost
Thorns grow on every wound
My tongue galls at every vision
Hate provided me with a mirror
I'm left glaring, disgusted
I felt the impulse to murder
Only myself, only myself
I won't wake up
Unable to leave this prison
Locked from the inside out
As If Satan stole the key and swallowed it right in front of me
I feel acceptance among my decay here, rotting away
Slowly descending beneath the forbidden place
- Written by Sarah Ashleigh
Love is Only for the InsaneLove is not made of crimson lips,Love is Only for the Insane2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaving marks on chaste skin
It's a heavenly sin
Done only by the wickedly insane
It's not made of sugar, spice and everything nice,
It's only fear, sacrifice, and pain
Love is made of wilted roses,
Left on an abandoned doorstep
Love is a devil
Disguised as an angel
Only for the foolish, lamenting, and deranged
Love is not made of sweet words,
And crumpled bed sheets
It's only tear-streaked skin,
And broken hearts stitched together again
The Fire In Her EyesI had a dreamThe Fire In Her Eyes2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a woman of beauty supreme
With compassion without measure
and a heart more valuable than treasure
Her hair as black as the Night that covers us
and lips of innocence, unable to cuss
Her gilded eyes of fire
within them, no evil did conspire.
She had no hate in her heart
only love did she impart.
With her words she could heal
but could also bring men to kneel.
But in my dream she was nestled in a tree
locked in a cage, away from me.
In her eyes, pain I did see,
and how she longed to be free
Locked away, inside,
from her cage, she cried
Her tears fell like rain
oh, how I wished I could ease her pain.
Though she were caged
the fire in her eyes still blazed.
Though she were captured
in love she was enraptured
Her tears tried to drown her fire
but her flames would not tire,
because in her heart she could foresee
that someone would come along and set her free...
I hoped with all my heart that it would be me.
The Killing SeasonThe killing seasonThe Killing Season3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is upon us again -
our sons gone underground,
our trees become weapons
and the last bloom
of our youth
laid bare by carrion.
In town the men
all ask for cigarettes -
the nicotine on their breath
stalking new prey
as it mingles in the streets
and tries to look
The women wear handkerchiefs
wrapping their heads;
and from the buildings
stream white flags
warning the children
there are vacancies
below the surface.
do not recognize us -
we leave the doors open
while the windows look
and the gardens starve.
But we shall collect wounds
this harvest -
roots trapped in soil,
dry husks in crates
and barrels by the score
to haul to market,
the slender barter
of our dreams
a final afterthought
treading on our tongues.