What liesWhat liesWhat lies5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
oh what lies
that which we must all tell
oh that which we must all tell
If only to cover our sorrow
if only to cover our pain
So as not to hurt those we love
So as not to face the hurt we know
The Heartbeat Through SmokeThe Heartbeat Through Smoke4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You inflict it each step of the way,
Your self-abstaining compromise
Is drawn to the gilled, and replaced by pain,
You fill the harbor,
The sanity of your mind with adrenaline
You slip through the rapture
As if nothing could be so calm among such grace.
Theres a sudden slip,
A cause to be alarmed,
A motionless blur
Surrounding irrational thoughts,
I cradled my heart by my side
As it pulsated life in and out of perception
You remember the stillness, you felt in rain
Brushing the altars of dust,
And ashes from lives no one could reach again.
The heartbeat throu
It's my LifeWhen life tries to bring you downIt's my Life1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
try to live it up and turn things around
because a smile gone into a frown
would turn the world like Topsy-turvy town.
As to a lot may have been strange
just like the meter on my car's gauge
I just want to let the people know
that life can't be dug by a hoe
and as human's, we have sins to atone.
A tall tale that's not yet said and done
is like a world that ran out of fun
wish that my friend's wouldn't run out of puns
and that guy weighed like a ton!
Heaven smiles upon the people who are positive
to those who think otherwise are negative
for their thoughts can either be diversive
or maybe it's
MonstersNovember stabs at my heartMonsters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ice cold fingers dig through me, searching and grabbing
stealing away my summer air
the demons of December eat what's left of me
digging through the scraps
snatching furiously at whatever's left
January comes and goes like a vulture
Scaring away the Holidays and taking what's left
I'm gasping for air, tears frozen on my face. Frostbite nipping at my nose, I hear
Desolation at my door
February, the ghost of winter
Haunting my corpse. Guarding what's left,
Cautiously scratching at the pieces
March is bipolar
Should I nibble what's left of this poor creature?
Or help her find her way?
March is bipolar. The lamb o
HeartbreakIt hurts.Heartbreak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How can you tell?
You feel that?
A soft happiness coming from the depths of your heart.
Suddenly, a bullet hits.
Shattering glass hearts.
Everything bleeds away.
Now you have nothing.
No life. No hope.
You are alone.
A cold, dark presence forms where the love once was.
Beautiful ContradictionOne of my favorite places to beBeautiful Contradiction2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Is also my worst fear
All the life I see
Is shadowed by the death here
The waves call me
Begging me forward
Into the sea
Only to drag me downward
What a beautiful contradiction
It's hard to tell the difference
Between death and life
Day and night
Sinking to the bottom
It was you, not them
Beauty turns to scars
Can't erase these marks
Save me from what I've done
Save me from the monster I've become
Swallowed by the ocean
I'm calm, I'm calm
My heart is broken
This is how I move on
It's better this way
I'm out of the picture
No longer causing you pain
Thinking of you now
A tear rises to t
Here We Go AgainShh, do you hear that,Here We Go Again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The voice in the back of my head?
You, do you see it,
The shadows at the foot of my bed?
Maybe I'm just different,
In a way that no one can see.
You just don't understand,
What it's like being me.
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.
Crumbling Conversations"It is something to know ~ that a penis in tow,Crumbling Conversations1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and an arm
are very, very different...
is the measure
of a master creator
a long waving stave of divinity.",
the matriarch said,
baring a strangle hold
on the wrangled mould
as she spoke to the Tiny Hiney Man.
Clearly a 'Ms. Under'... standing heeled and balanced in the cracks
Hiney Man looked on
as mustaches were hard to come by, and not every noble nose could afford one.
"And where there are pussies, there's milk, I assure
the kind that kittens with mittens adore...",
the matriarch finally felt fit to admit
as the crowd failed to roar
and the bulb never lit.
The Blue and The Brothered BraveAs a wretch ofThe Blue and The Brothered Brave1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The last stitch
You can rhyme my name
But my pain is the game of need
But never the bleed of truth
For I am hell on wheels
The force for the course
With a flex
Steering is a bitch
Whose name could be on any license
Plated and skating ice
Scorched and blackened by
A heavy hand
Spills the beans no rice
Could twice reheat
The cold stove of feeling
Was a hidden healing
Fuck all those
For the only wood worth revering
In the soul bravely bearing
BECAUSE OF YOUBECAUSE OF YOU!BECAUSE OF YOU1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanna dance, jump and sing
spend my whole time just dreaming
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I've got butterflies in my stomach,
and the sun in my heart
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I feel elated, joy drunken, pleased
Bubbling over with happiness anyway
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I wanna hug the whole world
kissing, caress lovingly, holding it in my arms
BECAUSE OF YOU!
Finally i can smile again,
feeling like doing thousand and one things
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I enjoy a new lease of life,
looking ahead, knowing everthing will get fine
BECAUSE OF YOU!
For the courage, the smiling,
the feeling like doing thousand things
the happiness, the fluttering
Here I am, for you.So wrapped up in yourselfHere I am, for you.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrap yoursellf around me,
you claim to be so alone
So why can't you see
Here I am, Here I am
I'm here for you.
I've been here waiting
I've been waiting all the while
and I'd give up everything
Just to see you smile
I'd give up everything
Just to see you smile
Why do I even care
Why do I care for you
SimplicitySometimes simplicity is the answer.Simplicity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To find the answer,
Don't look deep.
Look in front of you.
Don't listen to people who say,
'Never regret anything,'
Because chances are,
They regret a lot more than you know.
Listen to your own feelings.
Because if you don't,
You could lose all of your senses,
And your way.
SoulmatesSoulmatesSoulmates2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I see her face when my eyes are closed
She lives in my heart and I in hers
My dark-haired beauty, my soulmate
A lifetime of love; given, accepted
Cherished beyond measure
A love so deep it creates its own space
Where none other dare intrude
A love story for the ages
But some stories are never written
Never put to the pen
For others to marvel and sigh over
To shine through the future as beacons
Of the truth of love
She died before we met
These are the great love stories never written
Lives lived out in the sorrow of the soul
Do Not CryDo not stand at my grave and weep:Do Not Cry3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the softly fallen snow;
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the field of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the grateful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
So do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
Just An IdeaIt was an unfortunate fact of life: the Zombotsİ were everywhere. No one knew where they had come from or why. It was useless to speculate and dangerous to investigate. But here they were, having overrun the city to the point where its human population slunk about in cellars, forcing as much debris against any access point as they could to prevent intrusion.Just An Idea6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In one of those cellars a small group of what might have been called The Resistance if there were any reason to call them anything, huddled over such plans as they could muster. If there were any leader amongst them it would have been the old man known as Harry. If there were any spiritu
Alice, Again PT X There are in the world settlements so small that they do not show on the map. Sometimes they are so small that even those who live there disagree about what the place is called. Where several paths came together to meet the end of a barely extent dirt road and travel on towards the city was such a place. If it had a name at all it would have been "Los Caminos Perdidos". Here there were a few huts, some abandoned, a store that sold whatever it needed to, and the poorest excuse for a medical clinic in the known world.Alice, Again PT X9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was nearly noon. The heat was baking the settlement in a familiar way. Everyone was laying low in what shade could be foun
Alice, Again PT IX It would not be an easy walk back to the treeline, they knew. They had to avoid making too much noise, for one thing. A single unexpected trip and shout could mean their discovery. In the half-light of the moon they tried to get their bearings and work out a plan to make the trip as short and safe as possible. Having to communicate with gestures didn't make it any easier.Alice, Again PT IX9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Alice worried about Robert. Even in the semi-dark she could see his lips were bleeding and his skin was red. Too much time in too much heat and sun; an albino can not take it. Now he was very hot, week, and wobbling. Glances were exchanged; whether he liked it or not he w
MilkmoneyThere's a door that needs to be opened, out in the midst of a field of grass. The stars come out and dance about it, beneath the mad violet sky above. I keep waiting. I keep waiting. The closed door on the hill will be opened, and dreams will rush out while confused dreamers rush in. Smooth chaos. Things will be. I keep waiting. I've moved my bed onto the grassy hill to be closer, closer to when the door swings open and freedom flies out. I want to be there, then. I keep waiting.Milkmoney10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This