Broken ButterfliesI opened my mouth and coughed out the wings
Throwing up the colors,
From once beautiful things.
They crawl up my throat,
And pry through my teeth,
Revealing the darkness,
I've hid underneath.
Her words echo in my head,
I try to stand.
But fall instead.
They no longer had that fluttery feel.
I guess the love had lost its appeal.
I cough and clutch at the hole in my chest.
Is this just love at its best?
She said she hates the world.
But I know she loves it so,
I have seen her on the hill,
With the evening afterglow.
She feeds them with my beating heart
Like the sweetest tart.
While clutching at the hole in her chest,
Causing them to swarm in unrest.
Their wings are black and broken
Like words unspoken,
They flutter by silently
She stands atop the hill secluded.
While I watch her from the gate.
Next to the forgotten roads,
In the evening when it's late.
Passed where yellow flowers grow,
With all our secrets kept in the glow.
MarionetteThe strings dig deep into her veins.Marionette2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She moves with them,
To dull the pain.
A painted face,
With a printed smile,
Her emotions left unversitile.
She dances alone, secluded,
Forlorn and deluded.
And only for her twisted master.
A mental crafter,
A vile bastard.
but this is a show.
the people can see it
the people they know,
this is no secret.
their eyes glazed over
like shes no longer there
ignoring her existence,
she finds comfort in despair.
welcome to the show.
on stage, a girl
who you might as well know.
Only I can see the tears,
And only I know all her fears.
I flick my fingers to the right,
On my command she stands up right.
I flick my finger to the left.
She'd murder all the ones she left.
she dances with a smile.
that does not reach the eyes,
it looks so sick and vile
a soul that believes its lies.
Maybe its love,
i've heard it's supposed to ache.
Or maybe she's insane,
because even the strong can break.
I don't know the reasons,
Or why she's bound and cha
Untouched BooksDirty fingerprints crust the pagesUntouched Books2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Of the books of forgotten lore
That have laid here before all ages
Untouched from before-
Unconcerned with reason or rhyme,
Longing for those finger-shaped prints,
They have waited all this time,
To be imprinted with darkened tints
But all that meets them is the chilly air,
And the quiet whispers of phantoms past;
And still they wait with silent flair,
To be marked with fingers again at last
NaPoWriMo- Day 5She used to try and catch butterfliesNaPoWriMo- Day 52 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until she realized their beauty
rubbed off on her fingers;
but she will always be loving you
with those digits.
20 years from now
when even the love on her arms
Imaginary FriendI once had a friend.Imaginary Friend2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That was made of pretend,
Who's only friend was me.
We played all alone,
Just all on our own.
Down on the hills,
And the trees.
We ran through the woods,
Jumped in the hills,
And played in the dark,
Because we lived for the thrills.
We went on our journeys,
And time would stand still.
The world would change,
Because it bowed to our will.
Then came the days
My friend started to fade.
We no longer spoke,
We just sat in the shade.
And as we sat silent
We looked at the sky .
My friend left for the last time,
Without a goodbye.
I guess the fact is.
They were no longer shy.
I once had a friend,
I thought was made of pretend.
Who supposedly no one could see.
So I sit and I wait,
Pretending their late.
Alone with no guarantee.
Hoping and saying ,
Reality Verses The DreamReality Verses The Dream.Reality Verses The Dream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Above the confines of the earths atmosphere.
I am embraced by the luminous clouds.
With the stars in reaching distance.
Surrounded by the acoustics of the sea.
Accompanied by the alluring scents of nature.
Observing the planets that stand like monuments.
This is the place where my body wants to be.
These are the sights my eyes want to see.
This is place where my mind can be free.
This is the only place where I can truly be me.
Now back to reality.
And the self perpetuating insanity.
Constricted by the codes of a conscripted morality.
Living in a world that is drenched in disparity.
How will I ever be able to see any sort of clarity.
Below the discoloured and tarnished ceiling.
I am held captive by my dishevelled duvet.
With only material possessions at my grasp.
Surrounded by a hybrid of silence and vulgarity.
Accompanied by the foul scents of decay and pollution.
Observing a society that stand and act like naïve slaves.
This is the
I'll Be There When the Wind BlowsiI'll Be There When the Wind Blows2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one day I'll be nothing but a whisper
in the swollen sky, which ebbs and flows
whenever you choose to open your eyes
this voice will be lost in the onslaught,
and I'll fade into my greatest fears
my thoughts have been known to shatter
on occasion, into fine powder
that scatters in the face of execution
I always worried roots grown in unstable ground
and remembering the way my body was built
would free the catastrophes sighing within me
it's easier to succumb to future's inevitabilities
that welcome you with undefined arms
sometimes I release pieces of myself
because I don't like the story they tell
about the history written in my palms, unrelenting
I wait these weighted hours until darkness ascends
where night sings lullabies of lands
that I never quite belonged to
one day the moon will shine a little too bright,
and I will evaporate into nothing but
a faint whisper, not worth the strain needed to hear
I will be lost in the transmissions
of those who meant more than me.
The ThingI lay still in my bed,The Thing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mr. Ted by my side,
And listen hard for the thing
That crawls around outside.
He'll start with the scratching,
It's always the same,
His claws carving the face
Of the wooden door frame.
Then he'll move onto the blood
Seeping beneath my door,
Dripping from the walls,
Covering the floor.
The wardrobe will squeak,
Those green eyes appear,
Voices will whisper
Dark words in my ear.
Their dead hands will tug
At the edge of my sheets
And insects will crawl
All over my feet.
I lay and wait
For their games to begin.
But tonight will be different,
I whisper with a grin,
Tonight I will show
Those monsters a scare.
They can come back again,
IF they dare.
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldNaPoWriMo: Day 82 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to slice through the thickest
of scar tissue this evening.
Let all my inner demons
fall to the floor
& write them out
in my own black blood.
It’s not red anymore,
even though needles
& the bruises
laid out like war-lands
on my arms
I don’t think it ever was,
My mind is a mess
of free versed insecurities,
cat’s eye marbles,
& untamed forest fires-
I still don’t have the nerve
to slice open my skin
& bleed for her.
Sky FallIt’s always when it’s raining...Sky Fall2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She calls me on the phone.
Her voice worried and hysterical,
Compelling me to get home.
The sky is falling…
That everything’s coming down.
She can feel the whole world crying,
And she’s afraid she going to drown.
Hiding under an umbrella.
Isolated on her bed.
Maybe to keep the rain out,
Or the rumors that have spread.
Trying to ignore them,
Like the voices in her head.
She shuts her eyes to scream,
But silent raindrops fall
That one day,
The clouds might go away.
it leaves me stifled and choked,
When even on the sunny days,
it makes no sense,
that she's always soaked.
In the night.
She wakes to rain,
Hiding under an umbrella in fright.
Like the downfall causes her pain.
She tries to be brave,
Peeking up at the skies.
But she cant help herself,
So she just hides and cries.
and she says
I know i'm lost,
and I've almost lost it all.
Autumnal InsomniaIt's an Autumn night. The cold comes cuttingAutumnal Insomnia2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Across the seas and the Isle is in winter's for-pang.
I am still at my desk in sweats and fevers, pacing
Over long due essays and the morning's march.
The space on the wall is screaming at me
From where the picture hanged upon the arch
Above the study door. My phone has not rang
In days. In no way could you call me free.
Is it late or early or both? I cannot see
Past the window's blank abyss and I delve
Into another long since read book and look to find
The clock is already far past twelve.
The creaking grows with roaring zephyrs
Of night-breath, the gate creaks in torment
And the dark and twisted line of the tree
Seems horrifying to me.
I close the curtain and shut the door
And pick my book up from off of the floor.
I look and see the clock is now past three
And it matter not in the least to me
And I pray to the Man of Galilee.
Lead-lined eyes and a slurring soul
And the hours awake take their toll
And I fall asleep.
my colorsuse your blood as a delicate red to paint its pedals. Thrust deeper and deeper into your heart, steal your hearts most precious blood.my colors2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Go deep into the woods and find a green that will make me jealous of your beauty. Show me my fate with your green, so your lust can grow.
Hold my heart together with the white from our past pains.
With your white turn me pure and virgin.
To find my purple, kiss my face and say you love me.
My love, splatter your nobility on the walls, make me crazy if I dear to spin in your arms.
Fall into the shadows of your darkest nightmares, capture your feelings and shape it. In our love put holes of darkness to remind us of our elegant mistakes.
Use the pink from my skin to paint hearts, maybe if you do I wont be so hot when you pass me by. Paint these hearts full and not broken.
Run to the deepest ocean and take the blue. Drop this blue into my corpse made vase, make it the same color as my shameful lips.
Determine to lay me in those marig
Do You Remember?I burst into laughter,Do You Remember?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're begging me to let you go,
Do you really think this is a joke?
Now is time for you to bow.
Do you remember when you used to call me "freak"?
What made you believe that I'm so weak?
There's nothing bad in being different,
Now, I hope you know how pleased you should be,
To know the real me,
A mad psycho, that's what I am,
And with a bloody murder, that's how I'll end this game.
Do you remember how you used to break me down?
Everyday bit by bit, why you wanted to destroy my soul?
But I didn't let you see my tears,
I turned my back, pretending is not real,
I couldn't let you know my fears.
Now, I hope you won't mind,
If I tear you open wide,
Chop your heart,
Do you remember you did the same?
For your savage death you are the one to blame.
Why don't you laugh in my face once more?!
Do you believe now that the wheel can turn?
Well, your whole life is about to bend,
Take a look at my hand,
Is that your miserable life that I'm holding?
With your own blood,
Abandoned BooksBirds, paper wings, paper beaksAbandoned Books2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flying all around me.
Stories from the past, stories of the present,
Even some about the future,
All waiting for me to read,
Waiting for me to discover their secrets.
These birds, they want to be caught,
They want to feel a purpose again.
Every phase of my life,
Crazy or sane,
They've stood by me, they're represented.
Lying there, waiting
While I collected them one by one,
Waiting for me to want them again.
They keep each other company,
Snuggled together on the shelves.
When I walk in the door
I can hear them calling out to me
Desperate chirps begging me to care for them
Asking me to hold them in my hands again.
I love this collection;
I've spent a lot of time gathering it.
Their colors and stories just drew me to them;
I wanted to know it all.
My fingers trace their spines, their backs
Wishing I had the courage to open them up.
This collection of words, of books, of stories, is my whole life
Presented to you in black and white.
Come on in and see,
Stormingi. Summer rain fingersStorming3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
quietly trickle down cheek
bones and window panes.
ii. Eyes darken into
shadows until morning light;
the tempest remains.
ClownYou became a puppetClown2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing more than just a clown
Jumping from here to there
Smiling until your tears make you drown
And you get flashback of the past
That cold November night
When the winds shattered your hopes
It was forbidden to dream of light
You can't help it
You bleed your tears away
The owner of your soul is wanted
Your ship is so far from this bay
You've got nine lives
But you're left with one
Who will take it?
Its killer is unknown
You're a puppet
Nothing more than just a clown
When you cry,
You never leave a sound
Every time i look to you.Every time I look to youEvery time i look to you.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're charming yet another
But every time I glance once more
My heart quietly flutters
Your smile it melts
My hardest resolve
And my foolish hopes
Soften the harshest of blows
Your eyes draw me in
An inescapable pool of light
I'm too weak to move on
Ill put up no fight
I remember how it felt,
To be safe in your arms
I crave it once more
To be shielded from harm
That time was so perfect
How did it go so wrong?
We could've been so good together
And our romance was young
Then you went away
Acted like nothing had happened
We all knew it did
But the memory's been flattened
I didn't see you for weeks
But when I saw you again
It was like you didn't know me
As if I was to blame
It's clear you've moved on
And I just can't let go
How did I come so close
Just to hear 'no'?
I talked to your friends
They told me your thoughts
You liked my body, they said
But my personality fell short
Really I shouldn't stand for it
I thought I knew better
To let a guy treat me like this
ChokeI'm scrubbing my neck raw with a dry towelChoke2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I don't want your fingerprints
around my throat anymore.
(You were my autumn love,
now it's time for my winter heart ache.)
Was It All A Lie?The funny thing is,Was It All A Lie?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can walk past me
And totally ignore me
Acting like I don't exist
Without an inch of guilt in your black heart
After all the things we have been through
After all the times we have been there for each other
And you act like it never happened
The funny thing is,
You can look in the mirror
Thinking you're the best
Thinking you are too good for everyone
After all the things I have done for you
After all the things we have put each other through
Through thick and thin
And totally forget that I was once in your life
That you needed me
That you loved me
It's like you're a totally different person,
In a totally different universe,
You don't know me anymore,
You don't want to know me anymore,
You don't love me anymore,
So please tell me this,
Did you ever love me,
Or was that just another lie you told me?
Was it all a lie?
The TrenchWe stand here in our muddy trench,The Trench2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And raise a glass to all.
For those who are about to die,
And those who've gone before.
There is no glory to be found,
when hiding in these holes.
Clinging grimly onto life,
Praying for our souls.
The air is thick; the stench of fear,
We step through rotting dead,
Wishing we were miles away,
From horrors just ahead.
Its time to face the enemy,
And make the blighters pay.
So all stand by your ladders lads,
We're leaving here today.
The whistle blows, we're on the move,
The sound of firing starts,
The first man out is blasted back,
A bullet through his heart.
Fear has run its course for now,
All goes quiet and numb,
Each man says a final prayer,
His turn to die has come.
I reach the top, rush blindly out,
Run straight on through the blast,
Time slows with every second,
I have visions of the past.
A childhood filled with time to waste,
Endless days of fun.
Loving parents, playing games,
And laughter in the sun.
Leaving school and starting work,
A girl to
Short-LivedShort-Lived.Short-Lived2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.
For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.
Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.
We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.
Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.
Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.
So although you may think the worst is yet to come.
No matter the occasion whether it be
PeopleI went where I had never gone,People2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To heal my crooked mind,
But instead of love and healing,
Only darkness I could find,
I use to be only midly sick,
And my fear was only small,
Now the people haunt my dreams,
There the ones that make me fall,
When I was young and happy,
With the world a brighter place,
People were just people,
That eventually I'd face,
But now these eyes have seen the truth,
The reason that I cry,
The Monsters inside people,
Are the reason we must die.
The Gathering!Under cypress tree, when moon is highThe Gathering!2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spirits gather, hear collective sigh
Cemetery arisen, short hours of bliss
Dearly departed create ghostly mist.
Nebulous night walkers mean no harm
Our presence detected, they'll raise alarm
Collective reminder of what use to be
Distant past calls, no future they see.
World changed face, so many times
Mounting fear from grave they climb
What is this world? impossibly new
Lost their place how strange the view.
Underworld is now their domain
Time has come and gone, no pain
Dreams don't invade, no tears to weep
Spirits consoled, eternal sleep.
Thousands of ImmersionsCrestfallen, in the Rain of TearsThousands of Immersions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your thoughts will rest a million years.
Sun-stroke and in mighty pain,
For you, my son, love's not in vain!
And when the moonlight starts to cease
All the suns are to implode,
For then all human hearts shall freeze,
And all world's eyes are to explode.
Thousands of immersions weep
All along the trail of lies.
No more minds secrets to keep,
to keep as trophy and as prize.
In thousands of immersions, you,
In your almighty pain and grief
Manage to kill, destroy all blue
All for the sake of one belief
I'm here with you my little child
Crestfallen, in the Rain of Tears.
I feel your thoughts, random and wild,
And I'll battle all your fears.
Premonitions will affect spirits
And the adventurers shall die in their mindless raptures.
And then lines of free-verse power will control our own dimensions
For the sake of all that exists and that is to exist
This song will not be the last
No! Now that decay and insanity have gone away
NaPoWriMo: Day 10 Have you ever been so cold, Sweetheart,NaPoWriMo: Day 102 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your knees q u a k e d like that Jenga piece
that buckled just before your whole foundation
& no matter
how many times
I've restarted your heart,
one would think
I'd grow tired,
I'm still writing you in poetry
(in the most inappropriate of places.)
You forced yourself beneath my blades
& my fingertips,
Licking unstable knees,
you were death on my tongue:
angry apricot eyes, unforgivable sin
scaring my limbs &
haunting my dreams.
& I'd still try to save your fucking life.