Never The Gold.I want my silver back,Never The Gold.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to melt it down and forge a new connection
With someone else.
I want all the precious bits of myself
that I so willingly quarried for you.
I want my silver back.
(creases in my ivory bones)you find(creases in my ivory bones)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my origami swanfolds
with eyes shut,
and i yours
DripDrip, drip, drip.Drip2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain pours on me,
Over my face.
Wash away my tears.
Wash away my sadness.
Wash away my emotions.
Wash away me.
I am the rain.
In that moment.
I am reborn.
On FateHope lies in chances that a thing might be changed,On Fate2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it's three A.M.and I've fallen apart.
Thinking that life is prearranged
I've decided that fate is hope's enemy at heart.
One is unchanging and cannot fall.
The other is needed to exist at all.
It's seven in the morningIt's seven in the morningIt's seven in the morning1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I wonder if you can feel it too
There's a weight on my chest
Like the anchor I dropped west
No doubt that you're up by now
Making busy in your world somehow
Once you said you would get me coffee to wake up to
But I'd rather wake up to you
The thirty-three is in a stand still
You bring the light of day
No buts or wait until's;
I will always swing your way
The thirty-four is mocking me now
The stand still was just one minute
And one minute it was
To tell you good morning
And another to say I love you;
This could never get boring
See, the anchor is still set
Deep in my sand
It's seven forty-one
And I know you'd bet
The rain's coming through my window this early
Good thing I'm already up
My room could be pouring
I wonder if it's cloudy
Where I'm mooring
You have the sun
But I brought the rain
And some other things
(replace with a p)
Now the forty-nine feels like a waste of time
I'm going back to sleep
TiredTrying to get myself up.Tired2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by dirty cups.
Really need some motivation.
Tired of this bored sensation.
Want to get up and clean.
Or go out and be seen.
Want to go out for a walk.
Or call a friend and talk.
Turn up the music and sing.
Just want to do something.
Hope that I don't get fired.
So tired of just being tired.
Empty MindIn your otherwise empty skullEmpty Mind2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are empty words that mean nothing,
And empty thoughts, both dumb and dull
Rule your mind like a broken king.
I can't tell whether you know me,
You're busy knowing your ideal.
But I know what you are: empty.
Now you'll understand what I feel.
Mortal CoilIt has been quite long, yet not so lastingMortal Coil2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I could still ravage Earth with my youth.
I need not look further, death is staring
And I have to face the plain mortal truth.
Where have they gone, my early days of yore?
Where have you gone my candied madeleine?
Time’s been so avid, I can live no more.
It has been decided, I’ll never win.
The apple has fallen and she’s not far
I can do nothing but wait at the bar.
The mortal coil is without limits
As Time keeps to itself all its chocolates.
SilenceSometimes it was my greatest weaponSilence8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They don't know I exist
Then I can hide away
Behind that thick mist
Sometimes it was my greatest mistake
They think I am disrespectful
Gives glares that pierces through
Makes me feel regretful
Sometimes it was my worst enemy
There's nothing to hear
The answers are not found
In the endless maze
I walk around and around
Sometimes it was my best friend
There's nothing to hear
All the stress disappear
The relaxation comes
No more things to worry
Now my mind feels clear
Sometimes it was my greatest courage
No sound to hear
Means no one complaining
I feel sure of myself
Then I can stay here remaining
Sometimes it was my greatest fear
No sound to hear
They had left me
Will believe I am abandoned
Cry as I fall to my knee
Sometimes it would betray me
Sometimes it is my buddy
What are you
ptsd (otherwise known as you)i. you.ptsd (otherwise known as you)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ii. the world bears down,
into my path and raining
ash like platitudes.
(none are as heavy as
this solid mass growing
beneath my gums
and setting my mouth alight:
an ulcer birthed in history.)
i begged Eirene
to no avail.
i still have faith:
the impurities that bind themselves
to my throat, and carve sorrow
into bones that were never hollow
cannot outlive love.
iv. today not even the Gods
can reduce the stain of you
i will breathe again.
The Box of the UnforgottenThe strip of photosThe Box of the Unforgotten2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sits in the steel box
Locked up and hidden
Where I will never open
Three photo strips
A bag of papers
A stack of drawings
And an old tape
That tape means the most
It was given to me
The day the thought entered
The thought that triggered EVERYTHING
EveShe wore a galaxy on her rib-cage,Eve2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
settled high upon her breast,
when I kissed her I could taste it;
the currency of her success.
The Birth of SightStill the dead lay moaningThe Birth of Sight7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while human voices wake us
A shadowless shadow that
finds a corpse
and with it goes.
We found the Shatterer of Worlds
The demon that cannot be himself.
Life... CutHow long is a piece of string?Life... Cut7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What horrors lie beneath the skin?
We question all to comprehend
And measure life from end to end,
We wrap our hurts with warmth and light,
We seize the day to flee the night.
We quicken breath to fend off time,
I take whats yours, you take whats mine,
We never pause to rest our feet,
We count the seconds, every beat.
For every puzzle that we solved,
For every crime that was absolved,
Another ten come to the fore,
We take from life, it offers more.
Yet it is not an endless source
To abuse without recourse;
Well turn to dust and fade away,
The rope of life will one day fray.
How long is a piece of string?
For how long will this be my skin?
Sam Brandon's RequiemHot tears on chilled skin,Sam Brandon's Requiem7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
nostalgia washing in.
Children with broken faces,
grief-stricken for loss of their own.
Eyes searching for answers,
tongues holding none.
Laughter mixes in with the pain,
because they don't know what to feel.
Cast out of their minds, maturity lies,
they can't handle this.
Inability to know puts us
out of control,
just like the car that had
sped 'round on the road.
Searching for some guidance,
they resort to looking above.
Hoping, for a fleeting instant,
he'd been shown God's love.
Crisis over, it's all burnt up-
still haven't found our release.
Though we might seek condolence
Stu-pot Are You ok?Stu-pot Are You ok?10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stu-pot, are you ok? By JTB
I see you sitting in the dark corner
Darkness swallowing all the light
Morning's gone and over forever
It's time for the icy dark cold night
I see your eyes are black and hollow
And sense you soul is lost and lonely
Your heart filled with sorrow, refuses to follow
Pain and ugly truth is what you show me
When I look into your eyes
You seem cold and dead
Like a zombie in the dark
Change from blue to red
When I ask you if you're alright
You shrug and hide your head
It's like nothing in this world
Could make you happy
Hansom face, blue spiky hair
Stuck in your world, like your not here
And you feel like, no one really cares
It's not like their reaching out to you anyways
Two front teeth missing, from a bad mission
You keep talking, but no one will ever listen
To your cry's, two blood shot eyes
Stuck unconscious, in dark starry sky's
When I look into your soul
There are things you dread
Like nightmares brought by demons
Into your very
RiddleSoft as the morning air,Riddle9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tickling my skin to bumps.
Down the mahagony slide,
Deep as a black hole.
Warm as the tea i drank
with honey stirred smoothly
Bitter as the stale bread
one eats upon his own prison
Choking and Sufficating
with lips of lust,
Daddy, Did It Hurt?Daddy, Did It Hurt?Daddy, Did It Hurt?5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Daddy, did I hurt you when I said
I was no longer your girlfriend?
That I wanted no more good night kisses
Or that I thought I was too old to play pretend?
Daddy, how'd it feel
When I didn't take you by the hand?
When I stopped telling you everything
When I was too big to play Superman?
Daddy, do you miss
Being my tooth fairy?
My Santa Claus, Tickles the Elf,
Or My Easter Bunny?
Daddy, do you wish you still
Told me stories of Pegasus?
Tickled me with "crazy hand"
Or made up tales where I was a princess?
I'm sure there must have been a time
I simply could not wait to grow up.
So Daddy I'm sorry if for you
That wait was not long enough.
But I promise you those moments
I always will remember.
Because of them, a part of me
Will stay a little girl forever.
shoot drugs and fall in lovehe bit my bottom lip as our kiss diminished and whispered, "there's something somewhat damaged about you."shoot drugs and fall in love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he could feel it
i knew he could
but instead of words rolling off of my tongue and tears spilling over
i kissed him
and kissed him
and stroked him
and unbuttoned ...
and he ...
and i ...
we laid on my mattress tangled up in each other
with our eyes glazed over and our chests heaving
high on you
i fucking can't get down)
but you did
if i went to rehab i wouldn't tell tales of water bongs and drinking games.
it'd be about how you would make patterns across my jawline and down my neck.
of how you smelled better than cannabis, and left a stronger after taste than rum.
if i went to rehab they would all be talking about the way they yearn to inhale chemicals down their throats and feel the warmth of the lighter on their cheeks.
i would dream of your fingers filling the spaces and have your voice whisper sweet lullabies like the way you used to tell me i made th
And the stars close their eyesThe air here is thick and heavy and I feel drunk but I am not. I am tired and lonely and drowning in the dark of another day I cannot force myself to handle. There are hands at my throat and, I swear, the promises I swallowed are making deals with the devil and drilling through my esophagus, escaping my body like the smoke in my lungs.And the stars close their eyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun sets, and somehow, I forget what I'm trying so hard for, anyway.
My bed does not like me anymore, and scoffs at my attempts to sleep, rejecting me in the early hours when the clock sighs 2:14 and the house greets me with familiar creaks. And the fading woman with shaking hands whispers lullabies through capsules and cracking walls, but I will forget what it means to sleep, to breathe, to smile without shaking and drawing blood from my tongue. I will forget what it means to have something to live for and just follow the years as the moon crosses the sky.
regret and other clichesshe did not die, she disintegrated.regret and other cliches1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
one moment spent standing by a doorway, embarking the pathway of a thousand simultaneous truths taught her mind to think: "i am not."
and so she was.
she did not erode, she was erased.
here in an instant and gone in the next, that one unnerving déjà vu you can't forget just shivering up and down your spine as if to say: "it is i who haunts you."
and so she does.
she did not exist, she exuded.
light and love and darkness and hate and beautiful things and foul things all came from one mind, and one heart. somewhere halfway 'round the world there may have lived a soul atop some lonely mountain or tucked into a low valley who understood and appreciated the precious delicacy of opposing forces, but it's also possible that none of this ever actually mattered.
"we all get sick of things sometimes."