MarionetteThe strings dig deep into her veins.
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
Broken ButterfliesI opened my mouth and coughed out the wingsBroken Butterflies3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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.
Imaginary FriendI once had a friend.Imaginary Friend3 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 ,
I am afraid of myselfthe loneliness is a bleeding woundI am afraid of myself3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mutilated my body
tortured my mind
with dark ideas has become a habit
I am afraid of myself
I do not like reality
I hide in my nightmares
order to escape from life
Snow White SyndromeI seem to have forgotten the sound of my own heartbeatSnow White Syndrome3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Splitting apart my limbs I've found the source of my insanity
Coiled around veins and arteries
Star dust and a lazy man’s drug
Has put me to sleep under fictitious pretenses
Of forbidden apples and two faced prince charming’s
The ThingI lay still in my bed,The Thing4 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.
Marie"In her tomb by the sounding sea"Marie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Marie remembers longingly,
of her days of love and happiness
and flowered fields and soft green dress.
The breeze would chill and she'd spread her arms
and open to its fairy charms.
Most loved by her was the ocean's grace
with its tender spray upon her face.
She wonders whether she is missed,
how many times her love had kissed
her stone and whispered gentle thoughts
of their tales together others forgot.
Marie knows well the strength of love
and settles for the world above,
so sure she's safe and with heart and mind,
earthly remains she leaves behind.
In her tomb by the sounding sea
sounds her precious memory
of love and happiness and flowing song,
the sea resounding soft and strong.
You're a CageYou're a Cage, motherYou're a Cage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I love you
but I can't handle it,
because every time you tell me you want to die
a part of me dies as well.
Don't you see how it makes me feel?
Of course you don't
because I smile.
I act apathetic.
You're sad enough for the both of us
and I have to be strong because you're not.
I'm not strong either, but I have to be.
Inside, I'm suffering too.
You're a cage, mother.
A cage with a simple lock.
I have the key
but I won't use it.
because you can't live without me
and I love you
even though being around you sometimes
makes me wonder what I'm living for.
You're a cage
that locks away my independence.
I dream of flying, but I can't leave my nest
Your cage is all I've ever known.
Could I even survive on my own?
I love you
but you want to die.
I tiptoe around your sensitivities.
What about me?
What about my life?
I love you, but I just want out of this jail
Within me, is the spirit of a bird
soaring above humans and all their traps and cages,
all their entra
Autumnal InsomniaIt's an Autumn night. The cold comes cuttingAutumnal Insomnia3 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.
Sky FallIt’s always when it’s raining...Sky Fall3 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.
Abandoned BooksBirds, paper wings, paper beaksAbandoned Books3 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,
8.10.12he unsnapped her bra8.10.123 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
along with her backbone,
caressing her shoulder blades,
holding her up by her collar bones.
she slid down his boxers
and stripped off his skin,
soothing his nerve endings,
laying him down by his veins.
but they couldn't love properly;
he was selfish in one eye.
The door of hellthe door is openedThe door of hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see the claws of the monster
he approaches the bed
his red eyes shine in the dark
this was not a legend
this story for frighten children was real
the monster is before me
I cry, I afraid
he catches my legs
I slip under the bed
the door of darkness opens slowly
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
InfernoAlone she stands in twisted fire,Inferno2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Below the crimson flames.
A tangled mess of tortured turmoil
With a bitter taste of blame.
Hug her and she'll warm your heart,
Before she burns it all apart.
A lonely soul on a path of grey
You can tell she's been,
Where the ashes all lay.
Dressed in rags of ash and fire
Atop her thrown of stone.
A lonely child screams on fire,
But they left her all alone.
she hates the world
She'll make them pay,
And burn it to the ground someday.
So I leave her there,
And there she'll stay.
I hope the hurt may go away.
A girl who played with fire.
A flame without a friend
She gave into desire,
It got her in the end.
B e a u t i f u l.Tears roll down her cheeksB e a u t i f u l.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he kisses them away lovingly;
she flinches warily from his touch.
He takes her chin between his fingers,
turning her face up to his own.
Don't look at me.
Her beautiful blue eyes swim.
He is confused.
Why not, darling?
A sob wracks her body,
along with a fresh wave of tears.
His eyes fill with loving concern.
You're not ugly.
He leans closer -
a soft gasp escapes her -
their faces inches apart.
You're beautiful, baby.
He kisses her soft lips,
and for the first time in her life
she feels utterly beautiful.
GaspThere was noGasp4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she pressed her
lips to his
Monologue To The HollowThese rusty chains of your memory are not wrapped around my hands anymore. These bent, corroded, nails are not implanted in my ill heart from now. With a clash, the poisoned metal that stole so many days, months years? of my life fell down.Monologue To The Hollow4 years ago in Letters More Like This
"The one that stays,
The one that never gains,
The one that's all alone,
She will never move on "
These were the words that a little voice whispered every night in my ear. She was supposed to be me but somewhere, somehow, I managed to change the future. She was supposed to be just a shadow, a ghost, but somewhere, somehow, the feelings started to vanish. Just like you.
"I'm empty inside; you took away my core,
I'm just a reflection of what I've been before."
I used to stare at the night's sky because insomnia was torturing me. I couldn't close my eyes because you were invading my every dream and turn it into a nightmare.
"From the story of your life you tore away a page,
You wiped away such a deplorable stage,
Or maybe it was just
Every time i look to you.Every time I look to youEvery time i look to you.4 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
David Dreams of PaintHe told me he could build me in paint.David Dreams of Paint3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He dreamed of the colours he'd mix for my hair,
the exact tinge of rose for my skin.
He'd splatter me into existence if he could.
"I dream of paintbrushes"
His eyes looked endless in the late afternoon sunlight,
" I dream of paintbrushes and the smell of paint,
The tang of it, metallic and chemical."
His hands move, craving a brush
pale birds stuck without wings.
" The tang of it, metallic and chemical,
and the colours,
all the colours"
He is strokes of paint,
The golden light encasing him in chiaroscuro dreams.
His hair, daubed thickly on his head,
skin, a thousand different hues.
Mouth cut in a harsh line.
"I dream of colours"
He whispers and wishes for paint.
I'll Be There When the Wind BlowsiI'll Be There When the Wind Blows3 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.
Let me be your poem.Let me melt the cold pain from your skin, transform into the sun and heat your hurt––so it evaporates into white clouds of hope that inspires the trees to sway.Let me be your poem.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let me touch you like the first story I've ever read in brail, after deciding to go deaf before letting another sound replace your voice.
Let me shatter every tiny ounce of doubt from your being, using the weight of my love for you–– to demolish it's once relevant place in your thoughts.
Let me carve holes in to the night sky, so you can see how my universe revolves solely around you, making the moon shine bright with jealousy.
Let me fly you to the nearest nebula, so we can finally be as high as this love makes me feel.
Let me drive you crazy like a mirage in a desolate desert, making you crave it so much you imagine it in front of you, dying for a taste.
Let me be the sun to warm you and you can be the rain to cool us down, and we can make the sky blush a million different colours.
Let me be the baseli
SkinI watch,Skin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I understand.
I taste stress in your sweat,
tension stretched on the surface,
in the landscape of your
knots in your muscles,
like pearls under
I'll untie the ropes
and kiss the blank
of your broad brow
and I'll write
on my chest,
things like silver lies
and soft secrets,
and wires of frigid truth
because the truth is
so kiss me back,
strike a pose,
be a body
and let our bodies
juxtapose like slow jazz
and your fragile ears.
take a deep breath
of me and
as you tell your
that I miss it too
the girl with love in her bonesHer lips are a smoky colorthe type of chapped things with paled, cracked edges and words hanging off, clothed by the least incessant whines and the most liberating cries. They're somewhat extended and exemplified through the cigarette in her moutha thin figure held between the sticks of her fingers with filtered lips of its own, ashing edge, a paled body, and a slow burning with every breath. The grayed portions fall off in a dirty, snow rubble on the sidewalk, burning into it, leaving small holes by her feet.the girl with love in her bones4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I don't understand," I say.
She sighs, breath coming out white, warm in the icy air. "It's a human thing." Her eyes are red, raw around the skin, and her corneas glint blue above the thick smoke, like a cat'sexcept it wasn't darkness, but the exhaust of flameclouds before morning rain, the lights of a city blaring through the smog of night.
"I still don't understand."
"It's liberating," she says, and I can see her eyes on mine. Her nose is flushed red lik