I Have WalkedI have walked through hell.I Have Walked2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have pushed through its fires.
I have walked over needles and daggers with flaming arrows being fired.
I have walked through blizzards.
I have walked through freezing rain.
I have walked across thin ice and seen the cracks as it gives way.
I have walked over mountains.
I have felt their sharp edges.
I have stumbled over loose rocks and clung to the ledges.
I have walked the smooth paved roads,
And slipped on the smaller gravel paths too.
And felt the thorns tug at me as I pressed through the world to make a new.
But I have danced through meadows.
I have felt the soft grass underfoot.
The tingling of the summer sun and frolicked through brooks.
I have walked in light flurries.
Watched my footprints imprint in the gentle snow.
And I knew I’d left my mark behind, that my presence might affect someone not even known.
And I have marched into the deep oceans
I have walked through the swirling seas.
Only to emerge once again, complete and having faced a cha
To Anonymous LoveI was but the lost artist, not even sure why I started this.To Anonymous Love2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My fates were misaligned after that dazzling first time, that words reached my ears of yours my dear.
To justify my life gone awry I had to see you just one more time.
Why wont they let me reach you?
Why won't they just let me talk and say "Who?"
Who are you? Ye who gave me this beautiful determination.
No more lacerations upon my nation of the size of my heart.
Thank you anonymous, for this love start....
The Stray I AmI have no place in this world.The Stray I Am2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just float from space to space.
Talking to this boy and that girl,
each time wearing a different face.
Coming from nowhere and having nothing,
I try to find some form of peace.
From place to place I keep on jumping,
occupying shelter without maintaining a lease.
I transform from this person to that person,
whoever I need to be for the occasion.
struggling through bouts of internal coercion,
losing myself more and more in these alterations.
Always on alert, preparing for the next move,
in a moments notice I can pick up and run.
React on impulse, jumping into new shoes.
Walking in the next life until its worn out and done.
Pick up a new life, leave the old behind,
And yes, its that easy. There's nothing to miss.
Take a look at my past, see what you find.
A stray who did what he had just to exist.
You won't finda life lived with integrity,
no great achievements that warrant any pride.
Just a rocky timeline of vague activity,
A small spot on the world just
Love"The love of someone....the thing that is the most strongest in the world...Love7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
it can break depression and cause happiness...it Can shape mountains and pave roads...
it can cause light in the darkest of times...the love of someone is a TRUE rareity indeed...
most ppl will find death before they find love....
most ppl will find anger before they find love...
most ppl will find rejection before they find love...
most ppl will find depression before they find love....
most ppl will find pain before they find love...
most ppl will find hopelessness before they find love...
LOVE...the true rareity and endangered emotion and feeling in the world...
if u find love lock it keep it in a safe place hold on to that special feeling for one another for as long as possible....
for if u dont and something happens.....u might not know when u will be able to expierence it again....so keep it safe..."
HaikuThe cold of winter.Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
We are together – you, me,
And all the candles.
I Found You BrokenI found you broken,I Found You Broken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crumbled, laying upon the steps of life.
I wanted nothing more than to help you back up.
You had fallen from so high so long before.
I'd give my soul to carry you back up.
But no matter how hard I try,
I can't budge or lift you up till you decide,
To stand by yourself,
And when you do, I swear I'll be back right here.
But do you mind,
Just sit and wait with you a while?
While we both have the time.
SorrowThrough sickness and health,Sorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
poorness and wealth,
real love is usually known.
But we, my dear,
share nothing but sorrow:
cry together, smile alone.
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"Six Second Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
Give me a ChanceGive me a Chance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Give me a Chance
Give me a chance to love and hope,
Please whisk my troubles away.
Give me a chance to be forgiven,
To stand at the edge of dawn and day.
Give me a chance to watch time pass by,
not letting my time slip through.
Give me a chance to fly through the wind,
Up to the Sky of Blue.
Give me a chance to reach the sparkling stars,
The heavens high above.
Give me a Chance to be myself,
And be myself to be loved...
Love is Happiness"Love is happiness to all who need it, breath it, certified to seize it!Love is Happiness2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The warmth it spreads to our heads is like a natural homestead.
Far be it from me to tell you to see what this emotion commotion is about!
Feel the plead of your heart sing as you gaze upon that love interest.
I must insist that you can do no wrong when that wonderous fleeting feeling is filling you,
With the happiness you so idly adore! This mind of yours descends to utter madness when it connects
That love is happiness"
a touch of lovehis fingers explorea touch of love2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
heart beating in a rush rush
nerve endings gone wild
every time he touches me
light showdiamond-studded viewlight show2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
breathtaking light show
Goodbyedo you remember?Goodbye1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you and me holding hands, so in love at the start..
you and me in the wind on a swing at the park..
on my knee with a ring, oh we hugged and we smiled..
life was good; now it's great, or was I just in denial?
'cause we fought, then we cried; and we broke, then we lied..
now you're gone and I'm lost feeling so weak inside..
so I ask: could we be — after all we have seen —
still in love, yet broke up; somewhere trapped in between?
I don't know, you're still gone; time has passed, nights are long..
here's to you — here's goodbye — as to you I gift this song..
a streetcar to nowherei.a streetcar to nowhere3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he must crack
when his hands are tulle:
rough and tearing,
bought by the yard
or cent-marked minute,
spin a skirt
that won't last a winter,
and snort ballerinas,
hope he's flexible
thin and shimmering,
don't stay another minute,
clear the aisles to say
so he must crack
when his hands are tulle:
by a craving spark
crisp and burning,
thin black ash
like your real name or
just something i can call you,
something that won't make me
feel like i'm talking down
to you. not because
i respect you, i never—
no i don't think i
respect you, but
something soft like i can
pretend i'm decent,
or normal maybe, don't
look at me, i didn't pay to—
where are you going after this?
and maybe i won't laugh."
Sedoka 29.12Will you stay with me,Sedoka 29.122 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
If only the stars remain?
Beauty of the silent night.
I will stay with you,
'less clouds and stars melt away.
Kindness like the endless sky.
Midwestern Roadmapsi.Midwestern Roadmaps3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are what brought us together;
with a stir of paint chips and skin,
we made clumsy love on the concrete
of a condemned factory,
moving in the shadows of machinery
that loomed like winter trees
or judgmental Gods
who still stopped to smell the alcohol
in our pores.
"will you pass me a cigarette
and along with that sign your lust
on the paper that will gray in a flicker,
bitter acrid and addictive
like the first high of tobacco—
a euphoric quiver
that lasted only a minute,
gone when you inhaled your second
seeking the same."
indiana is the land of crossroads,
where the wind blows
to find a better destination
and the tired rest in restless homes
with wheels that creak
beneath the hardened earth;
you said you were meant for something
better than a bible belt,
sought my eyes when you whispered
i paid for your bus tickets.
i wondered if love was letting go
or knowing that you never loved me
as more than a first.
Short fallthe leaves always fallShort fall2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in a blaze of golden wind
and rest peacefully
TearsMy tears are falling, like raindrops.Tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But they aren't as beautiful.
My tears are salty, like the ocean.
But they aren't as peaceful.
My tears are cold, like snow.
But they aren't as pure.
My tears hurt, like pain.
But they aren't as vivid.
Real Life StoryI remember playing fool thinking my life was easy.Real Life Story1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember walking down along the path laid before me.
But what do I do now when I know that the path has changed?
And all I'm left with is paper dreams; blood, sweat and tear-stained!
I regret being a foolish individual,
I never worked hard enough to be admissible,
Despite what my folks always did for me,
I always took it for granted like an idiot; thinking my life's free.
But now I've come to terms with the pain in front of me,
Even if I wish I was a better man, that's shit that I can't be.
But if you think I'm just going to sit here crying;
I won't be the last ragdoll that the lord left lying.
If all I have is my tongue, then that's what's left to work,
I'm scared about the future, those problems hurt.
But I know what I've got is what I'll put on this paper,
So I won't be putting away my tomorrow for later.
The Legacy of Flower BudsThere is a gardenia bushThe Legacy of Flower Buds1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
blooming by my front door and
the scent floods rain-heavy in
through the kitchen window.
Your voice is not here.
A bird chirps your off-key warble and
the cicadas hum for you,
I hear them distant as a memory.
They blend into a buzzing
beeping whir and
again I have to pull the curtains
to shield myself from
all that's left of you.
The gardenia bushes are blooming
and the unforgiving concrete
beneath my feet
reeks of them.
I am six years old again,
clutching chubby fistfuls
of sweet dark earth to my chest.
Trying to see my limbs like petals
thrusting milk-white out
greeting the sun.
My umbrella shudders
against the downpour
while the gardenias bob their heads
like eager children,
and I am in full bloom.
To teach and be taught
how flowers grow.
That is what we're here to do.
save me from this madnessi don't want to havesave me from this madness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all this pain inside of me
i just want to scream
i feel so broken
i just feel so worthless now
i wish i was gone
maybe i need that
maybe im not supposed to be
here on earth anymore
i cant stop crying
i cant tell anybody
i cant tell myself
my addiction takes
hold of me and pulls me down
theres no stopping it
i need to find help
but i do not want any
i cant help myself
i shouldnt be here
i shouldnt even have hope
ill be here tomorrow
i shouldnt think this
but i cant help it anymore
im breaking again
i cannot take it
i dont want to endure this
i want to give up
i dont deserve this
i dont deserve anything
i dont deserve love
nobody gets it
i dont know how to explain
but i want to tell
but at the same time
i cannot tell anyone
that would be the end
im supposed to be
brave beautiful innocent
but i dont feel it
i feel horrible
useless ugly not worth it
why do they say it
i cannot learn to
believe what good things they
about me now
because all i see
is some horrible person