The Stray I AmI have no place in this world.The Stray I Am1 year 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
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....
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
SorrowThrough sickness and health,Sorrow2 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.
Love"The love of someone....the thing that is the most strongest in the world...Love6 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..."
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.
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.
HaikuThe cold of winter.Haiku1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
We are together – you, me,
And all the candles.
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..
This is a message I sent.sorry to message but I don't want my parents finding out,of the status for the girl. Tell her if you even cut once even a little one,after you start you'll find out later you cant stop,one will turn to 20,which will sooner or later turn to 100's,you'll try to hide it the best you can,and that leads to lying during any part of the days,summer: I'm on my period. Or my mom said no,or I didn't bring a bathing suit. Stuff like that anything to cover up those cuts,you'll want to tell everyone,you'll sometimes cut and cry that you cut cause you WANT to stop,you NEED to stop because its feels like your losing yourself,you feel like everything around you is falling into a big black hole. Tell her no matter what even if she never cut to draw a butterfly. The butterfly project. Everyone cares for her,and loves her. She cant do this to herself. I did this to myself,two years ago...And I feel feel broken,and at the same time blessed knowing what I now know. That people care for me,people love me,IThis is a message I sent.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
To Be PoeticTo Be Poetic3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
To be poetic, I know of a place where dreams grow and soar high enough to scrape the sky and mix up clouds. I know of a place where fields of grass grow to be characters or stray thoughts, and every blade of grass is a detail that I've forgotten because it wasn't written down. I know a place where I'm happy, and nothing can bring me down. I also know the single weakness of that place what can destroy it. It turns the fields into dying, shriveling wisps, and the dreams are forced to shrink and are nailed in an X beneath the ribbons of pale pink shoes. They throb beneath the nails and beg to be let go, to be free. But there's a small part of them that makes them think they are the cause of their misery, and they accept the fact that they are enduring the punishment they deserve.
And, in the dark of the night when they're supposed to be asleep, they whisper to nobody in particular, "I'm so sorry."
.you broke.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that there was
The VowsThe Vows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We stood at the altar
In the fresh aesthetics of spring
You took my hand in yours
And slid on that fateful ring
I wore a fair dress
Clothed in a flurry of white
The poison smile
On my wedding, the only blight
So beautiful it was
My dress stained red
Our passion unbidden
I took off your head
We promised love
Till death do us part
And it shall
For your head, take my heart
My dear, my darling
Forget me not
Honor our righteous vows
And love me till I rot
We vowed forever
Let my love
Bury us together
a streetcar to nowherei.a streetcar to nowhere2 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."
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"
Midwestern Roadmapsi.Midwestern Roadmaps2 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.
untitledseducing the writeruntitled2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he'll seduce himself
if you're silent.
.sometimes.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my head
curl up in
the beat of
Are you happy now?Are you happy now lost love?Are you happy now?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you happy you did this?
Did it make you feel better?
How did you move on so well?
Do you realize that I loved you?
Do you know how much it hurt?
Do you even feel any guilt?
Are you even sorry for what you did?
One day you'll look back and
you will be sorry for what happened,
you will want me back and I'll
be so long gone and far from here.
You shot me down, and it won't
ever happen again to me by you.
You have pushed me to the edge,
and I've jumped and not coming back.
Give me a ChanceGive me a Chance2 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...