Footprints on my HeartWhen I watched you walk away,Footprints on my Heart3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It was an overcast rainy day
Those footprints you left behind
Tread all over my heart, soul, and mind,
Leaving imprints nonesuch
Where I had let no one ever touch,
And I knew, from that day on,
That was the day my heart had gone
We Will Never BeI met you on August 18th of 2008.We Will Never Be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember how hot it was in the classroom
That day and how your eyes widened with confusion
As I sat down next to you.
I will never forget those eyes.
You loved Mondays and dreaded Fridays.
I thought you were crazy and you told
Me that the only reason was so you
Could see me in school.
I still thought you were crazy.
We would do our math assignments on the
Playground and talk about our lives.
We were so different, but you always
Insisted that we were absolutely perfect.
I wish I would have known how right you were.
I miss you so much that I can't sleep.
But I have to keep moving because you
Promised me that we would be again, remember?
You held my hand for a second too long and
Told me that you would see me tomorrow.
And I believed you because your eyes had that same
Warm look in them that you always got when
You would tell me something important.
I've seen you three times since then, and we
Have walked away from each other
Just the TruthYou found me a stranger,Just the Truth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A man no more familiar to you,
Than you to him.
Time eroded boundaries,
Pushing you closer,
Creating bonds everlasting.
Feelings grew from the start,
Uncertainty warping logic,
Allowing Fear to conquer.
With loneliness sprouted dedication,
A fire burning within,
Conquering foolish doubts.
New meetings presented opportunity,
The truth delivering itself immaculately,
Reaping the reward of your love.
Through the burdens of the past,
Through the uncertainties of the future,
I just need you to stay.
White RoseI'm searching for a white roseWhite Rose3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Among a sea of crimson red
That litter the field in countless throes
Looking for life among the dead
I see one withered black rose,
And one red with gleaming thorns,
But not a hint of white within the rows
Of both the old and the newborns
I stop and sit to take a rest,
Watching blue skies give into red,
Holding this hope within my breast
That I might find life among the dead
I have been searching all my life
As countless others did before me,
Searching for the truth among questions rife,
For a hint of white among a red sea
And forever I will search the field
Where the red roses thrive,
Hoping for the White Rose to yield
And help our souls to revive
Dark BetrayalI dare not make a soundDark Betrayal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dare not raise my voice
Peering into the dark
That lies in front of me
What will come out next,
To grab my cold bare ankle
And drag me into Hell?
A rustling noise-
And the lights turn back on
You stand there, arms open-
I run into them-
Your hands on my throat,
Your face twisted in a smile
And the darkness
claims another victim
DeafenWorld, why must you do this to me? Throw more sadness my way;Deafen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Make it harder to stand up without a helping hand.
World why must you do this to them? Make everyone go silent;
Make it sadder to see the world move on in Happiness.
World why take an Angel? Why take one of your Own back?
Why must you take the Angel of our friends?
Make them Deaf to Joy? Make them Hear the Sour Notes?
World, you don't win. We maybe Deaf but we do See.
We love our Angel, a true friend, a fun talker, a good occupier.
A Fighter. A Lover. An Angel.
World, I go Deaf by Will, not by your Sick power.
Even Deaf though, I Sing, I Listen. I Know.
I won't Forget. I will Always be Deaf.
But I will Never be Blind.
World, you've done enough, you've made the Tears fall, you've made the Minds ache.
But World; I never will Cry. You won't win.
Sadness and Cruelty cannot beat Happiness and Love.
You've Lost World, We've Won, and You started it all with an Angel.
I still miss Him, World... Why must you do this to Me? To Him? To
This is LifeA thousand milesThis is Life3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Filled with trials
A thousand lies
With a guise
Riddled with strife
This is life
UnlikelyBroken in spirit, broken in heart,Unlikely3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This shell of a man wanders alone.
Forgotten since birth,
Washed away in a modern waterfall.
Chasing an object of affection from the shadows,
Terrified of events unforeseen.
A mere pleb advancing on a heartbreaker,
Courters imagining his rejection.
Presenting love not with flashy gifts,
But with illustrious words from within.
Mended in spirit, mended in heart,
This man strides with purpose.
Noticed since he walked out his door,
Pulled up by the one 'out of his league.'
Chased by the object of his affections,
Thrilled by events past.
A worthy man approaching his affection,
Courters soured by their rejection.
Love presenting itself not with words,
But with a simple touch of the lips.
I love you....I love you....3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You make my heart sore,
You make my heart fly,
How I long to be by your side once more.
You make me laugh,
You make me cry,
I wait for you.
You are my bestfriend,
You are my lover,
Why is your heart so big?
To serve our country,is a big job.
But someone has to do it.
Come home safe...
I will always love you...
(I'm Ready)Armed with but my pride(I'm Ready)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(perhaps a bit too much)
And a pen and notebook
(black and college-ruled)
I'll take on the World
(large, scary-but manageable)
Head on, no fear, let's go
Hit me with your best shot
My chest is puffed
My shirt white and flawless
(except for that mustard stain)
I am done being shy, scared
So long have I spent
Living in the darkness
That the brightest of lights
And the darkest of nights
Cannot lay a finger on me
So, come on, World
What are you waiting for?
Do You Fear the Dark?Do you fear the dark?Do You Fear the Dark?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pressing in upon you
Like wolves upon a sheep
(separated from the flock-
alone- no help- must run-
find the shepherd-)
Their fangs sinking in,
Tasting your warm flesh,
-the rush of blood-
A desperate, lonely cry
Begging for a light
Off the LeashFlint sat in his cage, eyes closed, propped up on his knees, and a smile etched on his lips. He has spent nearly three years of being his master 'Pet' and he loved it. To him, his master was the only person who accept him for his psychopathic personalities. For that, in return of his acceptance, Flint gave his master everything and anything he wanted.Off the Leash3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His eyes flickered open at the sound of a heavy door opening and promptly being shut. Flint's smirk grew across his face at the sight of his master and was practically bouncing with excitement. "Ready to play?" His master chuckled watching his enthusiasm boil and began to unlatch the cage door. With his joy getting the best of him, Flint stormed out of the cage and past his master. Suddenly he was lurched back, falling hard to the cold ground. He had entirely forgotten about the metal collar at his neck with the chain leash firmly attached "Tsk, Tsk. I expected better from you. Don't you know it is impolite to run past your master
RecoveryI feel like I had to recover from you for far too long. I've curled up with this pan in a hospital bed trying not to spit out the bile that is empty as you are, and the bacteria manifests, as I cling to the saline, but the disease eats it all up and morphine only pushes you further in. I'm itching at the IV, but I know I depend on it too much. I'd stand if I could only avoid swaying like the ocean. The sheets are stiff and cold, and in here-the chirps and tweets are not from the birds outside. And I then discover.Recovery3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This is not recovery.
This is how I die.
(Note found on abandoned hospital bed. Patient missing.)
The FaderA whisperer of buried words;The Fader3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with parchment paper fingertips
she spins a tale of love in vain,
to remind her it isn't to remain.
She blends to the wall like a flower,
bends to it like bamboo.
Something lonely about the way,
she stills and waits to fade away.
(a downcast gaze)
They all play pretty charades,
while she sweeps her game of spades
(and to this day- still one she plays )
She paints portraits of Jays,
whispers that they know her name.
She says that one day they will be all that remains
as the little wallflower fades.
Never AgainAs the clock strikes 11:11 tonightNever Again3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I realize that I don't want to wish for you
At least not anymore
Wither thou goest...Wither thou goest...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wither thou goest
There goest I.
O'er sun, field
'Neath river, sky.
Taketh me to that land
Of the wishes, dreams
Hither to ruby rainbows
Thither to salient seams
Out yonder we'll romp
Through meadows true
Past mountains black
And rabbit burrows blue
I care not for the world
Not I for its banks!
Away with its wars
Its guns and tanks.
If stars be blessings
To each one we'll fly
For wither thou goest....
There goest I.
Je Suis La NuitThe night belongs to me, in all its whispering shadowsJe Suis La Nuit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the watcher, the seer, the stand-in-the-dark-and-knower
The darkness is the cloak around me, the rough ground my dance floor
I am the silence and the sudden laughter,
And the melancholy melody of the party you weren't invited to.
This is my kingdom, my house of evening adventures,
Full of the clink of wine glasses and the shouting of revellers
My manor, with its well of sorrow and alcohol
I see how the light slides from graffiti and love it,
I smell the smoke of the burning barbecue and smile,
In concrete ginels, behind green gardens.
The stars are my hair-jewels, the moon my fan
The fading reflections from office windows are my dresses
The lipstick I flaunt is the red of cars hurrying home,
My perfume, the river at the end of the day
I prowl without prey, in the shivering anticipation
At the wind-down, in the high before sleep
My spotlight is the amber moon, over bare branches and shingles
My people, my subjects,
Are the quie
The PoetIt's dauntingThe Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the curser blinks
The white blank page blaring
And you can't seem to speak
The words, you cannot form
The feeling inside
Lost in translation
And you cannot hide
Like the page
Your mind draws a blank
The harmony of words
You cannot make
Maybe if you brainstorm
Type and retype
The words may form
The Truth of InsideLook at me,The Truth of Inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me what you see
What you see with your eyes
What is deep in your mind?
I'll stay in my disguise
You're not looking at the real guy
The real guy is hiding inside
Talk to me and you'll regret all the lies
Stop judging from a distance
Come close so we can be friends
But truthfully, because hypocrisy will make us enemies
Then I'll start thinking you're a fiend
If we understand and accept each other
We can become closer, even like brothers
Until then, go to your good friends
Even though I'm the real friend you could have gained
The Love-Hate PoemThe Love-Hate Poem4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
You dumb jerk, I hate you, you make me sick!
Everything about you is stupid and retarded!
When I see you I want to beat your face in,
But at the same time, I want to be your friend.
You moron of mine, don't you see, I love you?
Even though I threw two bricks and a rock at you.
That's not the point you lover of mine,
I want to kiss the bruises and scars
I give you all the time. Maybe one day
I'll tell you the truth, that when I see you,
My heart misses a beat or two, I watch you go by,
I want to say "Hi", you're so good looking,
It makes me want to die. But, at the same time,
You're dumb! Just another stupid person, that I
Like to make fun of. So when I see you next time,
Inside I'll want to say "Hi", but instead I'll
Hit your ass over the head that will make you cry!
AdvertisementThere is a neonAdvertisement3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to my nature
Colors declare themselves
but the flaw of
This is TerrorYou can't breathe.This is Terror3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It is physically impossible and, for something that you don't normally even think about, you miss it terribly.
Perhaps it's the tightness that is stealing away your beloved breath.
Yes, now that you think about it, everything is uncomfortably tight; your chest, your lungs, your eyes tight-shut to offer you a slight reprieve from sight. It's quite a sacrifice though, sight for darkness. But that's okay; the darkness is gentle and all-consuming. Kind of like a blanket on a cold winter's night. Everything feels like less of a threat to you when it's hidden, sort of like when you were little and hid under the covers of your bed whenever you heard a scary noise. It's that kind of logic, just amplified to an infallible level.
But even that level of warped comfort given to you by the darkness does nothing to calm you now, does nothing to take away this tightness and lack of breath.
Your precious darkness, your oldest friend, has abandoned you to the claws of nothingness and
CharadeHow much longer must it go on?Charade3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This reality of make-believe,
Feels like a scene from a stage-play,
Where failure is long achieved.
What story is planned out now?
What plot is to be carried out?
Amusing how you're not tired,
Spewing out the same old lines.
Do you think we have an audience?
To render warm applause?
The seats are cold and empty,
Overlapping dust of folly.
We're but puppets to a string.
Made to move with no accord.
I see there is no puppeteer,
But this fantasy you dwell on.
How long will you remain asleep?
To the laughter of the sinister?
Or are you relieved somehow,
Of the meager joy you render?
Is the climax done I wonder?
Will the curtains ever be drawn?
Is this even tragedy or comedy?
Or just some tune to a sadist's song?
By all means rush to the finale,
Be one with the pointless jabberwocky.
Sing your threats with one voice less,
I knew I wasn't cut out for this.