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All Freedom Is LostWhy don't you take a look around?All Freedom Is Lost10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
See that silence is a lonely sound,
That haunts the echoes of an empty heart.
Is it all falling apart before your blue eyes,
Dismayed at all the damnation you will find?
Why don't you take a look around?
Hear that howl of a manic hound,
That breaks the voices in a vacant mind.
Is it all crumbling down below white skies,
Horrified at all the hate there is in your art?
Why don't you take a look around?
Feel that fear I've so eagerly found,
That steals the lies from a liar's face.
Is it all fading away under your vermillion sighs,
Mortified at all the money you will bleed?
Contest: FrustrationVerse IContest: Frustration10 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hear me screaming as I'm bleeding,
Seeping crimson from the corners of a white ceiling.
There's no skin or substance to my bones,
When here I lie with tears falling all alone,
But you just stand by with a stare of stone.
Chorus
I don't want to see you no more,
I don't want you around anymore,
I don't want to look at you no longer.
Just to see you once more this time,
Only makes my hatred for you stronger.
Verse II
See me writhing as I'm dying,
Leaking scarlet from the sounds of a black sighing.
There's no meat or meaning to my nerves,
When here I cry with eyes drowning in love,
But you just vandalise me with a voice o
The Lost GenerationIs this existence of time worth my life?The Lost Generation1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To struggle through each day's heartache,
With all this stress and strife?
Nobody can answer this fundamental question,
How can we save the lost generation?
Is there meaning of conscious left for me?
To hurtle through every night's sickness,
Without any faith to be free?
Nobody will deny this radical emotion,
Where can we find the lost generation?
Is that suffocation of will ready to die?
To tussle through early morning's hunger,
Without the courage to cry?
Nobody shall crave this political flirtation,
Why can't we rescue the lost generation?
Sick MachineIf you could cut deep into my bearable blood,Sick Machine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you see it as a circuitry of veins,
Madly manifesting itself across blackened bones?
But I won't forget when it rains all the pain,
Salivating from scarlet sides of that knife of wood.
If you could slash hard into my subtle skin,
Would you know it to be a mimicry of silicon,
Insanely invigorating itself over mildewed muscles?
But I won't forget when it snows all the blows,
Impacting from emerald edges of that dagger of sin.
If you could claw slowly into my pitiable plastic,
Would you find it more than a secrecy of nerves,
Wildly wasting itself under obliterated organs?
But I won
Caffeine AddictI adore that addictive aromatic aroma,Caffeine Addict10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which wakes my senses in a senseless morning,
When my eyes are bound in an eternity of sleeping.
I drink it like the intoxicating ambrosia of angels,
And then I spend the rest of time in a caffeine coma.
I enjoy that enriching essential essence,
Which calms my anger in an anarchic day,
When my mind is lost in a mania of delay.
I thirst for it's poisonous nectar like some necrophiliac,
And then I dream the rest of time in a caffeine conscience.
I love that potently positive poison,
Which lights my mood in a mournful night,
When my soul is dead in a suffering of might.
I desire that drink as b
Black-HeartOh look at her with ivory eyes,Black-Heart1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Striking the velvet veil of starless skies.
Is she a draconian demon ready to bring ruin,
Upon those that ripped her life apart,
With every pulsating beat of her black-heart?
Oh look at her with crimson claws,
Maiming the satin skin of monstrous maws.
Is she a bedlam beast desiring to grant devastation,
Upon those who mocked her for a start,
With all the wild begging of her black-heart?
Oh look at her with ebony breath,
Purging the flaxen flesh of devilish death.
Is she a cruel creature who wields her earthly wrath
Upon all who took to hurt with such art,
With the aching echoes of her black-heart?
ImperfectionIt's amazing the tricks our minds would playImperfection1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In order to maintain an illusion.
We can lie to ourselves so easily
And never even suspect deception.
Exactly when will we accept the truth
And stop deceiving ourselves day by day?
Will we ever accept reality,
And stop trying to convince ourselves that
The world is perfect just the way it is?
Ready To IgniteMy chest feels like a furnace,Ready To Ignite1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my lungs are on fire.
Death is my mind's only desire;
But I will carry on with bitter grace,
Knowing my ashes may leave no trace.
My chest feels like a grenade,
And my heart is about to explode.
Shall I continue down this road?
But now I stop because I am afraid,
That the life I lead may never be saved.
My chest feels like an anvil,
And my ribs feel like lead.
In my palms is black blood that bled,
But I am scared so much my stare is still,
With bleak eyes I accept misery for good or ill.
Souls Of SilenceSilence echoes in that shade I call a soul,Souls Of Silence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Festering on a feast of sin with lips so foul.
Tears drop as snowflakes spiral and sparkle all around,
While lightning licks the canvas of the celestial,
And thunder roars against that tide of sound.
Serene corruption of my spirit I know as sanity,
Choking on a madness of belief in eyes of calamity.
Voices die as winds bellow and blast the skies,
While mists shroud the dais of the divine,
And air breathes out their forgotten mortal cries.
Dear Mr. RealityDear Mr. Reality,Dear Mr. Reality1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What have you done to me?
I am alone and everyone has died,
Was it more than words of weary woe,
Or silence that made them leave?
Dear Mr. Reality,
Where are you right now?
I am scared and everything has gone,
Was it only little things in turbulent times,
Or a catastrophe I did not know?
Dear Mr. Reality,
Why couldn't you just be dead?
I am upset and everywhere has vanished,
Was it just me screwing up social salutations,
Or mere fantasy of realism instead?
The JokerUnchained by the umbilical cord of cordial chaos,The Joker11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Comes a man dressed like a clown,
Who deals in mysterious methods of madness.
He revels in the reverberations of buildings blown,
Explosions shatter glass around his gleeful grin.
Loosened by the leash of impatient insanity,
Comes a man acting like a lunatic,
Who favours only acerbic actions of anarchy.
He partakes in the pandemonium of a terrible trick,
Flames devour breath around his sordid sin.
Released by the rope of murderous mania,
Comes a man talking like a joker,
Who speaks of wry words of wickedness.
He disguises in the dementia of a boisterous broker,
Death strikes air
Free WillFree Will.Free Will11 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Is free will a devout gift or a curse?
Was it free will that granted a desperate man to steal an old lady's purse?
Was it free will that resulted in multiple bodies carried in a hearse?
Was it free will that justified a police officer to shoot the accused first?
Was it free will that allowed a family man's mentality to be so perverse?
Could this world of ours get any worse?
Free will gives us the chance for all of us to be distinctive.
But as a consequence people can act corruptive and vindictive.
But without this choice, our lives would be constrained and restrictive.
Undoubtedly these two differing perspectives are cont
The Fear of FuryI am a creature of the cold,The Fear of Fury2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Petrified of how far my rage,
Will take me: if I deem it bold,
To write this fear upon a page,
So rocky is my road on which I age.
I am a beast of the brawl,
Frightened by the depths my fury,
Will take me: yet this is never all,
To witness my perdition into penury,
So embarrassed is my ego that I crawl.
I am a monster of the moon,
Debilitated by the influence my power,
Will take me: but the end is soon,
Under the storm of a rainless shower,
My weakness so wild will blossom as a boon.
Something SimpleIs this real to you or me,Something Simple10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it as easy as saying something simple as:
1,2,3?
Where will we be on the edges of eternity,
What eager eyes will strike us down?
To call this cacophony of celebration,
A life worth living in inept ignorance;
What more could mortality need to thrive?
See those sands of the darkest dunes of devastation,
Where heralds of horror afflict acts of annihilation.
Is this real to you or me,
Is it as easy as saying something simple as:
A,b,c?
Where will we be in those lies of lucidity,
What loyal lips will raise us up?
To call this symphony of suffocation,
A death purely dying in insane idiocy;
What more co
Journey SolitaryLost he seems.Journey Solitary7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forsaken he feels.
Its back the world hath turned,
on this lonely soul.
In sight there is not a friend.
A helping hand no one to lend.
To accompany him just fear and dread,
on his long trek home.
World of SanityLove is the reason that I'm burningWorld of Sanity1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I thought that you would accept me
But I was oh so wrong
Your screams of how you hate me
Fill the nightmares that loads up in my mind
So why did I ever see anything in you?
When all you did was throw me away
And now I'm slipping away from the world of sanity
I wish that I could get what I need
For you to believe that my love for you is real
Tell me how I can believe in you
Get me instructions of how it will come true
Believe me I have already tried
Respond to my questions
Your screaming still flood up my mind
So why did I ever see anything in you?
When all you did was throw me away
And now
Hello SelfHello Self,Hello Self1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It seems we've come
To an impasse.
I have spent so long
Trying to orchestrate life,
But you insist on ruining it.
You open your mouth,
And every time,
You manage to produce
The exactly wrong words.
Those are opportunities lost!
I'm going to try this again,
But I'll need you
To think far more than twice
Before you say anything.
The FaeriesThe Faeries5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where have all the knights gone,
In their gleaming armour
And on their white steeds?
I look around
And all I seem to see
Are fast-talkers
And cheats that smell of tired whiskey.
They stumble into your arms,
Take you for what you are worth,
And then leave without even saying 'thanks'.
Where have all the gentlemen gone,
In their practical cars?
Always holding open doors and lending their jackets.
I look around
And all I seem to see
Are self-centred hypocrites
And wired workaholics.
They never have time to listen,
Take you at face value.
And only want the ones who are fast to follow through.
Tell me, where are the faeries?
The ones who stole
Missing YouMissing You6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss you.
And I refuse to believe,
That it is true.
It wasn't your turn!
They couldn't have even tried,
To save you, I miss you...
They don't understand!
As they speak professionally,
I wish they had understood...
I love you.
Loved you.
And I miss you.
So what do they want?
That I accept this...
This news?
Well, I cannot!
I cannot take this agony,
Any longer...
"I'm so sorry...
"I don't know how to tell you this...
"Your husband..."
...
A complication...
An item of complexity,
That should be of slight effect.
But this was wrong!
It had to have been wrong,
I cannot understand how...
You were right there,
This morning,
Before they t
The Road TakenThe Road Taken5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been driving down this road too long,
Trying to find my way.
I never wanted to be this far gone.
But you have nothing to say.
I've travelled all around the world,
Just trying to get home.
I've been everywhere I never wanted to go,
Where I'll never find you.
I've sent you postcards from every city,
Trying to show you that I still care,
But they were all returned to sender.
I guess that you weren't there.
I don't know what else I expected,
I'm always behind the wheel.
We knew it would be tricky,
But I guess I was hoping still.
You finally sent me a letter,
Saying you couldn't wait,
You had always deserved better,
And you needed someone
SunriseSunrise10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slow dawn
Sinking into my bones
Pulling me out of my stupor
Pulling me out of the darkness
Trapped in, behind my mind
Red coloured light
Stopping the confusion
Of what was real
What was exaggerated
And what was dreamt
In a corner
Of my drowsy mind
I weep
As you play
A D minor melody of melancholy
On my breaking heatstrings
I weep alone
I lie on my front
Trying to smile
At the beautiful sunrise
Thats growing power
Is overwheling to the dying blakness
And, although I try to smile
At this heartwrenching sunrise
I cannot
I simply cannot
ReasoningReasoning5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel that the love
That I had come to rely,
Has been sucked from your lips
As you leave me high and dry.
I'm in a state if confusion
As I try to understand
Your motive of selfless blame
You don't know who I am?
I'm at a loss of words
As you try to convince me of my wrong.
You really can't be serious!
Is it my fault we went so long?
Your heartache and your sadness,
The products of your own betrayal,
You want me to reassure you,
But not look beneath your veil?
You only tell me what I know
And never anything more.
And you still expect me to trust you,
After you broke the vows you swore?
Try to tell me that you love me
And seal it with you
The DreamThe Dream5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever had a dream
from which you never wanted to wake?
And although you can feel
the stray strands of sunlight
infiltrating your shut eyelids,
trying to compel you to give into the knowledge
that the night is gone,
you hold onto the semblance of darkness;
trying to grasp onto the fading dream
and vowing to never let it go...
but you let it go?
That happened to me.
I had never been much of a dreamer
mostly because they never came my way
so why bother hoping right?..
Now don't think of me as a pestimist
because I am simply a realist,
a determinist,
I figured my probability of dreaming,
and the probability isn't at all high.
I suppose
New AgeNew Age6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silence overtakes the land
In the wake of the end
When not one sound is heard
You know it was a success
Soon the wailing begins
From somewhere far away
As the smoke begins to fade
Nothing there remains
It was too loud to be heard
Too bright to be seen
Too fast to be found
Destruction is the only evidence
The explosion was instant
The devestation immence
The bomb was catastrophic
If one bomb worked that well
Then the second will undoubtedly be unconscionable
but will be fired anyway
as is the American way
And as the silence overtakes the land
In the wake of the second end
When not one sound is heard
You know it was a success
This great
Sta.sh
