Fantasy and RealityIt's such a fine line
yet such a hard one to traverse
fall too far into either and you are swallowed
nothing anyone says can reach you
tread carefully or you'll be pulled in
Reality can sting you sharply
but fantasy can push it all from your mind.
If you choose to loose yourself
behind it's rosy glow
it will fight back with wishes and hopes
and misbeggotten indulgences, best left as dreams.
But then, a fantasy can keep you sane
help you to believe in a new reality,
It can give you the courage you need
to face a world that's harsh and cruel
with the strength to change the way things are.
And reality with it's hard edges
can bring things into focus
and make you see what's real
it can show you just what matters
be that your dreams or something concrete.
Just because you can't see something
doesn't mean it's not there
and just because you can see something
doesn't mean it can't be changed.
Take the willpower of your dreams
and apply them to reality.
But don't get lost in eithe
He's Wearing EyeshadowHe's Wearing Eye ShadowHe's Wearing Eyeshadow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's got a pretty face, it's staring off into space
With his make up on, he can show the world who he is
But out on the street, the fear that he keeps
If anyone knew, he was a man
He's wearing eyeshadow, and it brightens his face
It gives him confidence, but takes it away
My Marriage, Not YoursHow does any marriage I may have, ruin the sanctity of yours?My Marriage, Not Yours3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So, I don't believe in God, you do, that's fine
I still believe in marriage, marriage is just love
So how would my marriage, ruin yours?
You can get married anywhere, after meeting a few hours ago, drunk.
You can get married whenever you want, wherever you want
You can get married to your perfect woman, or perfect man
Your marriage is just that, yours, I don't presume to be any part of it, it doesn't affect me
So why should any marriage I have, to someone I love, affect yours?
No DifferentI am not an abnormalityNo Different3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am diversity
I am an idiosyncrasy
Just like all of you
I am permanence
I am deliverance
It takes more than strength to pull through
I'm not ephemeral
I will be immeasurable
I am myself
I am not you
We are not so different
And I won't judge you
Just Because...Just because she seems so strong doesn't mean she didn't go to sleep crying, even if you see no problems, doesn't mean she's not hiding. You might think she's happy and honest; inside she's lying and broken. She knows it's the real world and things will fall apart, when the people you know become the people you knew, when you can walk right past someone like they were never the biggest part of your life, she knows that everything changes.Just Because...4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The sun will rise and set, and she needs to remember at times like this that even when it's below the horizon, the moon is shining and it is always there when the sun goes away, that it takes a lifetime to live and a second to die, and every moment should be treasured. We sleep until the next day, yet wake up to remember yesterday, we hold it all in our memory but sometimes it's good to forget and smile.
Sometimes she needs a hand to hold, and that's why there are spaces in between our fingers, so we can give that comf
A RoomI'd like a roomA Room3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where I could scream.
Where there was no one else.
For when I couldn't take it any more
And didn't know what to do.
I'd like a room where I could be me
And not have everyone watching my every move.
I want to be somewhere I feel completely safe
Even if it's in someone's arms.
Please, can't someone give me somewhere
To be me, depressed and crying, screaming and laughing
Hurting and bleeding
Can't someone find me somewhere in this world
I'd like a safe place, just a little room.
Falling Star In LoveIf you were a falling starFalling Star In Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd catch you and put you in my pocket
But I'm the one who's falling, falling in love
And you're not there to catch me
And keep me in your heart.
Two SidesI'm strongTwo Sides2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I break
but I fake
Just WordsBehind the wordsJust Words7 years ago in Open More Like This
Lies the emotion
Words and letters
A cursive disguise
Words, they flow like water
As the paint that runs down my face
The everlasting tears
Pain concealed within the ink
To be read by many
And yet felt by none
The emotion is real
But these are just words.
NotesA line, or twoNotes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Empty phrases or deeper meaning?
A teacher and a blackboard
And child and a crayon
Me with my keyboard, my pen, my phone
It's all just words
Just write it, essay it, make a note
Make the scratches have feeling
As if they were on your skin
Little notes, don't make you take notice
Phrases so complicated they don't make sense
When simplicity brings you right to the heart of it
A line, or two
Happiness in a word
Notes on life, or love, or smiles
Not Maths or English, sums and science
Make it come from the heart
not a classroom
of regimented desks and standard black ball points
heading towards exam papers.
A few little words, can make it all add up
Drop a line, put a sentence together
Don't let this world be just another indifferent room
Make them sit up, listen, laugh
Give your notes a voice, some room
Give your notes a voice, a life, your life,
write to dream true
A poet's broken words.Most people don't even knowA poet's broken words.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what a poet is nowadays.
It's not someone who writes poetry,
but someone with the ability
to create beautiful things
with pain and hate them.
I traded my soul for letters,
that I later transformed to words,
together they wrote out all my pain
but I'm starting to miss my soul.
All I have left is these broken w o r d s
and I wish I could call myself a poet
but to hate something beautiful,
before you have to create it.
How can you write when your words are broken
and your soul is missing?
Im biMom i told you somethingIm bi3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a long time ago
but you didnt believe me
except laugh in my face
I told you that i cut
I told you that i am bi
I love both girls and boys
but I had depression as well
why do you think of me as a different person?
Why dont you believe me when i said I am bi?
Why do you treat me differently than any other person?
It meant a lot to me
when i was open
but in the end
I was left with tears that fell
Mom do you understand me?
Dad do you know how I feel?
Why cant i be open to you
without getting hurt all the time?
It is true
I am bi
I love both boys and girls
I am attracted to both
I have been for a long time
but you guys dont believe me
You guys laughed in my face
and hurt me even more
I told you the truth
Yes i am different
I told you that i cut
I told you that Im bi
Why make fun of me?
I thought you guys cared
I thought you guys would love me
even if i am different?
So my question is
WarmYou are a warm embrace, that I could fall asleep inWarm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've never felt that safe before
I know I can be honest, tell you all the truth
And I miss that warm embrace tonight
but I know it will be back soon.
You melt any of the cold that had wrapped around my mind
negativity is an old dream, although insecurity is still with me
I know that it will go away, when I'm warm in your arms.
It's like the sun has touched my skin, and it lingers even when you're gone
I'm warm, in your arms.
My fluffy jumper smells like you, and I don't want it to fade
It's never been this easy to be so true
I'd tell you this with no hesitation; I'd hold you close too
Sometimes the simplest things are the most beautiful
It doesn't have to be all roses and romance,
Just warm and soft, and you.
Never Letting GoHe was always alone.Never Letting Go3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always putting on a pained smile,
Always twiddling his thumbs,
Always straying from the group.
He barely spoke,
He barely laughed,
Until she came along.
With her, he smiled,
She barely spoke,
She barely laughed,
She barely lived.
Without her, he smiled,
Without her, he began anew,
With her, he was happy,
Never Say I Love YouNever say 'I love you' because it's not something I want to hearNever Say I Love You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never say it to me, don't whisper it in my ear.
Please just tell me softly, that you're going to let go
Because it will be less painful in the end and it's the thing I'll believe the most.
Never say 'I love you', because I'll love you with my heart
And I know that you can't mean it, when it's me you're talking about
How much imperfection, can one person take?
Before they see the hell I am, and steal their love away.
So never say 'I love you' because it will kill me from inside
And I know that I'm not strong enough, to feel that and survive
Protect YouIf I could promise, with complete surety, I wouldProtect You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would promise you
I would give it all to keep you safe, if it would help
You don't need to be fixed, because the imperfections make you perfect
And I would never ask you to change
But I would ask you to let me protect you.
It's not something I'd usually feel, there are few who I'd give so much to
But I would do my best to be your angel, if you needed me
I would save you
You've trusted me with a secret, I can tell no one else on earth
But I know that you have told me and mean it with your heart
Though I know you've been broken, I will hold you together tonight
And now I know this secret, I would catch you if you fell
I would pick up all the pieces and mend your broken wings
I would promise you, with all the truth I had
To protect you, I would ask you to let me, please let me
protect you in my arms
I Don't CareI don't care if you're a guy,I Don't Care3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't care if you're a girl,
I don't care if you're a trans-gender,
I don't care if you don't even know what gender you are,
I'll still love you.
I don't care if you love blood and gore,
I don't care if you're goth,
I don't care if you're emo,
I don't care if you despise yourself,
I don't care if you think you shouldn't be alive,
I may disagree with you,
But I don't hate you.
I don't care about your religion,
I don't care if you don't have one,
I don't care if you are or aren't religious,
I don't care if your a anthiest or not,
It's not like your committing a crime.
I don't care if you're gay,
I don't care if you're bi,
I don't care if you're straight,
Why should your orientation bother me?
I don't care if you're sick,
I don't care if you have a mental illness,
I don't care if you have an anger issue or no self-control,
I'll be patient.
Homosexuality and HomophobiaHomosexuality and Homophobia2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Homosexuality:Love/Attraction to those of the same gender
Apparently against society
Homophobia: Irrational hate for someones natural state and ability to love someone of the same gender
Perfectly acceptable and tolerated or supported by much of society.
I Am Gay You Are Not-So What?I am gayI Am Gay You Are Not-So What?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a friend
I am a lover
I am gay
I am a human
I have a voice
You are not
You are a friend
You are a lover
You are not
You are a human
You have a voice
We are people
We have thoughts
And we have feelings
We are humans
We are equal
We have a voice
I'm Sorry, Darling...I'm sorry you're disappointedI'm Sorry, Darling...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But believe me I really try
To be your one and only
Please, darling, please don't cry
I'm sorry I can't be
One hundred percent perfect
But even if I was
Would I still even be worth it
I'm sorry there are things
That not even I can do
I can't get far on paper wings
But darling, we aren't through
I'm sorry I'm nothing more
Than a step above worthless
But even if I was
I still wouldn't have a purpose
I'm sorry there are times
When you feel like you're broken
I'll be there and you'll be fine
Darling, let's just be open
I'm sorry I didn't know
How much you were really hurting
I guess it goes to show
That I'm less than undeserving...
The Black RoseIn between such delicate fingertips;The Black Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She holds the blackest of roses,
And the dark petals brush her lips.
Her sombre shadow across her face,
Describes the bleakest of life's loses.
Such sweet scent floating in the air;
She breathes in the aroma of the black rose,
That scarlet stem entwines in her raven hair.
Her enchanting eyes are but a glaze,
Those wells of happiness have all but froze.
Thorns of iron dig into her soft skin;
She screams from the pain of that bloody rose,
With it's intoxication of simplistic sin.
Her haunting presence brings haste,
To a silence of a death nearing close.
Ephemera.Try turning a gun inside out. See what happens.Ephemera.5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Perhaps you will find love there, around the bullets,
or a story about love in a way you've never experienced,
but you somehow know exists.
Try turning a paper crane inside out, or a thousand.
See what happens. Reversed, they just make other animals,
butterflies that refuse to eat for an entire lifetime,
wounded elephants, and spiders that feast upon sunbeams.
Try turning your house inside out, like it has an eating disorder,
and purges your books and CDs and unwashed laundry onto your lawn,
the neighbor's lawn. See what happens when you try to talk it out of
destroying itself, tell it its windows are not too small, it's kitchen
not as big as it looks in that particular color.
Saw into your own skull and turn your brain inside out.
Is it dead-colored silly string beef?
Is it a litter of scattered Polaroids of your jumbled subconscious,
glowing brighter and brighter as they absorb daylight
Then by All Means...... Send me to hellThen by All Means...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If something as pure
As sweet, sweet, ever lasting love
Is a sin?
Then by all means, send me to hell
If the fact
That I am willing to DIE
For the one I love
If the fact
Isn't as good as yours
Then by all means, send me to hell
At least I know
That if I cannot spend a true eternity with her here
But I can there
Then by all means, send me to hell
I'll shield her from the engulfing flames of it
I'll fend off the devil himself
I'll keep her safe and happy
And if the only way I can do this is there
Then by all means, send me to hell
I do not fear
Nor loath it
My only fear
Is for you
Because what you do, too, is sin
Then by all means
I'll see you there too.
Not a writerToday I took my pencilNot a writer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And started to think
Now what should I write about?
I'm sick of it
Too boring to read
I'm done with it
I lie on the floor and start to sing
Something so sad and something so sweet
No need to write it down
But nothing about
Melody is quite simple
As it comes from the heart
You might think I'm tearful
But no, I am not
Too many reasons why I'm here
Too many questions unrelieved
So many people should just leave
Away, get vanished, disappear
I'm still holding pencil in my hand
Not writing, not trying to understand
But I'm singing to feel something new
Something weird, something so good
I'm not a writer and I don't know how to write
though all my life is one big poem, one big fight
But I'm still singing
This melody in me
And it sounds so perfectly
Forgive me please
Forgive me for this
But I'm not a writer
Just one big dreamer...
I would've been.I would've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,I would've been.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know why I tell you this, it's not like you care.
I would've been a legend if it wasn't for the time,
Age of heroes has come and gone, all I can do now is rhyme.
I would've made something of myself, if I'd had the motivation,
But now, I just lie in wait, awaiting even more degradation.
I could've been someone, or something, I know I could,
But right now, it's all talk, all "Could, should, would."
Then there's that "if" or that "but" getting in the way,
I could've been a masterpiece, but here I am, rotting away.
No one even gives me a second glance,
I'm not a famous one like Rembrandt's.
I could've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
If only the people looking after me had taken more care,
I could've been perfect, and remembered forever,
But now I am just a portrait, of the Forgotten Reaper.