MistakesIf every mistake I ever made
was a scar on my body
there would be no pure skin.
Every inch would host a jagged line
where my so called 'selfish pride'
managed to get the better of me.
Idiot mistakes of my youth,
and moronic declarations
of what I thought was insignificant.
Mistakes, errors of judgment,
a complete lapse in sense,
that litter my skin with memories of pain.
For a moment
I thought I was important
not someone to be overlooked.
My selfish pride betwixt me
for everything was little
compared to the pride I raised.
A fall to Earth
waking on concrete
no one besides me.
My mistakes are scars
littering my skin
RevisionBeauty comesRevision7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
three times over.
Once from the soul,
second from the heart,
third from the mind,
and this we call revision.
Silence.When the silence comesSilence.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
we will be called the contemplators,
originators but never innovators.
We will serenade ourselves at night
with the arabesque pinwheels
of the unquantifiable, and the inescapably
abstract pooling behind
Abstract and abstruse.
It's in our nature
we are the tawny wings
pasted on scrawny and thick
bodies, waiting for anyone to turn
on the lamp and suck us in.
We hope for heaven,
and only get burned.
But when it comes
we'll be waiting. We were never
not storytellers, because no one
ever wants our stories.
We're the ones left behind
but left intact
Mind, Body, and SoulHereMind, Body, and Soul8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mind, body and soul
All there but just barely
everything still fits
but it's like puzzle pieces
I'm not sure where they're all supposed to go
Mind and body
soul left when everything went spiraling out of control
not being able to keep up with the new twist and turns
so leaving me was the only option
mind was getting exhausted
with soul gone there wasn't anything left to care about
hopes were only plexiglass windows
you can see what could be but just can't reach it
now I'm walking aimlessly from place to place
body couldn't make it
too many pieces of this puzzle were missing
with no soul to
A Carnival DelightTwo people, sewn togetherA Carnival Delight7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
more stitches bringing them together
than they ever were of conjoined twins.
A scream of horror elicited,
brought by the 'person' before her.
A thump sounded as she fainted.
Next on stage,
blood red eyes and pale skin
people cowered and hid
shielding away from his 'devils syndrome'.
Just when the audience
seemed it couldn't take anymore,
more acts joined the other on stage.
A man so small
he should have been a boy
and without a match
lit a fire like a dragon.
A girl in a cage
with eyes of panic,
contorted her body,
popping limbs and snapping bones
no one saw the tears of pain.
A man who more
BlindBlindBlind8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The colors themselves though they may try to disguise,
form a beautiful picture from the rainbow inside.
Although the colors confuse and the shades run and hide,
I'll show you each shade and I'll stay your guide.
It sounds like a melody the pen on paper,
I'll be quick to step in should your hands ever waver.
At times it's a whisper gently coaching each color,
but together were something each color a wonder.
Color, tastes like skittles,
it's not the shade outside,
but the flavor in the middle
The shades feel like petals between calloused fingers,
Soft and velvety as rough hands guide their shapes.
Tiny drops of paint are
Dark AngelLands that pass before our eyesDark Angel7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mysterious in our distant distant gaze
Welcome us with new found grace
And settle as discovery made
Oh lady of darkness waits
Veiled by some known charm
Plays angel to thy darkest realm
Once untold is now where angels dream
Angel of light these days
Manifests my heart
Tempests gather in the waiting night
Show their magic charm
Brushed aside all those unwelcome stares
Allowed with eyes denied I see
That substance hidden deep inside
Belies what lies outside
Abuduction.Abduction.Abuduction.8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.
Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.
Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.
Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.
With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.
How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?
No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.
No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.
Winter HeartFrozen solid, her heart will not beat,Winter Heart6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Summer over, arctic winds won’t retreat,
All warmth and light has fled,
And you won’t last long there,
Her heart it’s a tundra in winter,
A winter heart, all dead.
The snow falling your love a breeze,
You won’t last long, you'll just freeze
Icicles from the past have froze her core,
Only warm hearts will change the season
Her heart it’s a tundra in winter
A winter heart, you've fallen for
The Face LiftYou changed your name but couldn't change your faceThe Face Lift7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A man afraid to step outside his door
Distraught with what you met in your old place
Hidden beneath the old cracked wooden floor
A feeling of safety keeping you down
Holding your knees close to your chest for sleep
The sun shining through cracks making you frown
Giving you no respite except to weep
Content on staying in your darkened hole
Playing with the rats and your newfound name
Observing what you found and what you stole
tearing at flesh with nails sharpened and aimed
Deranged and crazed searching for your new grace,
Bloodied and smiling while finding your face.
TrustTrust.Trust8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Hard to gain.
But easily lost.
The effects will always remain.
Unless we pay the cost.
Instead of abiding by t
I Might Need YouI think I might need you,I Might Need You5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But here's the thing:
I'm spinning out of control
And careening off the side of the road.
I pretend to hold on to the wheel,
But we both know I'll crash.
It wasn't a fair fight.
If you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would hear me whispering
"I want you."
"I need you."
And if you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would know that
We are horribly wrong
For each other,
And that my words mean nothing.
But what's to stop us from
Sharing our sheets anyway?
We sleep folded together
Like slips of origami paper
Pressed so tightly that
We could not possi
SilenceThey say speaking is silver and silence is gold,Silence8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In some cases it might be true.
But there is also a truth that goes untold,
Even if it might be quite blue.
Silence is sometimes bad,
Not always so don't get upset.
Some things that are evil can make us go mad,
Some things that are even a threat.
Even if your enemies will make your blood boil,
The silence of your friends will be what hurts you more.
Words might hurt us, but silence can torment us.
Lovely AnneI once met a girl named AnneLovely Anne10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and what a lovely girl was she.
She sat in corners and talked
and talked when no one listened.
While lovely Anne was so lovely
no one went near lovely Anne
and her never-ending talking.
Lovely Anne with black hair
and dark skin. Never listened
to the voice of society.
Lovely Anne talked of a world
so unlike our own.
No one went near her,
but everyone listened
to the thoughts of a wonderful world.
Lovely Anne lived in a world
where the clocks struck thirteen
where everyone loved
where everyone smiled
and tears were never shed.
The walls and floors
objects and papers
that she talked to day
Soul CollectorBloody murdererSoul Collector8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damned soul collector
Tell me, how could you extort the life out of those shiny, brown eyes?!
I'm vividly smiling as he slowly dies
Tell me, didn't you fell a thing while giving the poisonous kiss?
I feel every beating of his heart as we are immersing in the bliss
A soul collector, destroyer of the mind,
I'm about to extinguish his light, to leave him lost and blind
I'll encage his ripped soul,
Just after he'll lose the self-control
Don't drag another soul into your disgrace,
Just one more blanked face
Don't kill again with your breath-taking embrace,
ParanoiaParanoia.Paranoia8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I don't want to be this way.
But I can't help but feel this way.
No matter what you do
Or what comforting words you say.
My over active mind will not allow me to believe it.
My weary blood shot eyes will not allow me to see it.
Even though my attentive heart is able to receive it.
My thoughts and my imagination will corrupt and deceive it.
And that's why no matter how much I love you.
For some reason I will always feel cheated.
So please don't blame yourself because you have done more than enough.
You have proven yourself and have provided me with so much love.
There are only so many false accusations you can take.
Life Life.Life8 months ago in Letters More Like This
What does exactly life mean?
Let me crawl out of my dark corner and spit out my own definition. Let me shed these words before it becomes illegal. Let me crawl out for a moment; after I finish you can toss me and my ripped soul back in my gap. You can laugh at me and my foolish words. You can spit on my face and step on my heart.
And I know you will.
Life is built of silly, great, sweet, glorious, uplifting, cheerful, colored lies that we are used to call dreams. You can claim that I'm insane but try to analyze your dreams for a moment. Try to grab those sweet words you whisper to yourself every night. You can try but it w
HopeHope is just the liesHope7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tell myself
Hope tells me tomorrow
Will be better then today
So I don't cry myself to sleep
Hope whispers that next time
I'll do things right
When I only make it worse
Hope says that everything will be alright
When I know it won't be
Hope promises that there is a perfect
Person for me and that one day
I'll find that person
Hope shouts that one day
I'll do great things
And will always be rememebered
So that I'll never truely die
Hope sings of a better place
When there isn't one
Hope mocks that it could be worse
But most of the time
I'd do anything to not be me
Hope is merely a lie
But that's oka
LiesI can never avoid,Lies10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Being upset when she talks to me.
In my head,
She corners me.
I shut down,
I want nothing more,
Than to curl in the dark.
To be forgotten.
The more I think about,
Am I really as strong as I portray?
I doubt these qualities I'm proud of.
Have I spent so many years,
Lying to myself?
Hiding in the dark.
Have I banished these things that,
Make others crumble?
Or have I already been turned into dust?
Crumbled into nothing already,
So it feels like I have the strength?
I wonder if I have lied to myself.
Sleeping MemoryTo sleep is to fade..Sleeping Memory10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unknowing what could possibly,
Await you this evening.
Do they invade your dreams?
Diminishing it into a nightmare.
Or does he find you?
The sweet scent,
You knew so well.
Vivid to your unconscious mind.
From calloused hands,
Smooth against flesh.
Is a joy yet a terrible
He haunts you.
Taunts you with his laugh.
He broke you,
Shattered you became.
Who are you to escape?
He coaxes you every time...
Temptation always wins.
The delicious apple,
That Eve took in hand.
He's the downfall of something
He was everything.
InnocenceRose petals drifted and landed mutely on the ink stained pond.Innocence8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A willow tree stood tall overhead,
casting a large black shadow over the already dark lake.
A swan sashays quickly,
evading the sound of a laughing pair dancing along the water's edge,
bare feet making a trail in the earth below them.
Hand in hand,
they eventually end up in the sand,
laying down with their legs in the water,
an aura of ripples pulsing around their legs.
The breeze stole a red rose,
picking it from a dozen,
eventually tossing it into the water
of which the previous white petals already called home.
The red eventually faded into the weep
UntitledMy hands were tremblingUntitled8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
as if an earthquake took over my veins.
I watched your shadow fade
into the mist of yesterday.
Tears came down like a bubbling brook
to fill a pool inside cupped hands
dripping down to caress my knuckles.
The wind was whispering your name,
and the drumbeat of my heart
echoed in my ears.
80 StoriesI told you 80 stories.80 Stories9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't remember the 67 lies that were told.
All I remember is the 13 true stories that I willingly spilled to you.
First, I was LONELY.
And that LEAD me to tell you I was depressed.
Then I said there was no way TO save me,
That my only way out was through CUTTING.
WHICHsoon after I said I would slit my wrist.
But that on LEAD me to wanting to go deeper...
After you told me not TO, I said I just had to.
I said I felt insane, talking to mySELF, having anxiety attacks... contemplating suicide.
Then you became nervous when I said I was engulfed in HATRED.
But THAT didn't stop me from telling you how much I hate
Bitter sweetThe feeling that you can never dieBitter sweet4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That nothing bad can never happen to any of you
Is nothing but a convenient lie
To defend yourself from the impact of truth
But the truth is and open hearted gentleman
He doesn't like to deceive anyone, you're not an exception
The truth is that there is only a thing to gain
It is the way towards the end of an action
The mind is blind, it ignores and fools
Even the facts essential to know
It defends itself from the pain of the words
And blocks the heart, which becomes cold as a snow
The words that we don't hear, those important ones
Stay within our beings, no matter how fast we run
Those silent whispers