(nothing)Sitting on this bus,(nothing)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that I am distinctly
I am the absence of this bus,
and the other passengers
There is some sort
of truth to this;
some sort of credence
that I can't
place my hands on.
(I am not the paper, only the folds
made by my fingers.
I am not the blankets,
only the indent left behind.
I am not the rain,
only the dry spots
marking the pavement.)
Even when I'm standing still,
I am not the air.
(I can only hold it in.)
TrustTrust.Trust3 years 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 the same
ParanoiaParanoia.Paranoia3 years 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.
There are only so many false promises I can make.
There are only so many times I can make that same mistake.
Until I foolishly recognize what is actually at stake.
How long will you have to accommodate my insecurities?
How long will it take for me to completely trust you?
Until you begin questioning my emotional maturity.
There are only so many times I can say "I a
I Was On A CloudI was the boy who remained silentI Was On A Cloud3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through those weeks, months and years
Watching the tide begin to rise
From all of your fallen tears
A tide of insecurity
That in time became so deep
It would set about draining you
Of all the secrets that you keep
I was the boy who remained mute
I watched your life unfold from above
As you were shattered with pain
And given false hope with love
So many times I was tempted
To come and heal my angels pain
But up above in the blue sky
For now at least I would remain
I was the boy who stayed silent
A hush so deafeningly loud
You were never alone though
Princess, I was on a cloud
I watched as all of these things
Came to pass down below
And why didn't I intervene?
I had faith that alone you would grow
Darling DaughterDarling Daughter3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I often wonder what she would've looked like
I know it was gonna be a girl
I've always wanted two girls and one boy
The boy being the youngest
Perhaps I'm being foolish
Dreaming about the future
But you already made this future happen
We made this future happen
You and me
She would have your eyes
Your magnificent green eyes
And strawberry blond hair
Her dimples would be faint
And her smile would be perfect
She would've been tall
Not too tall, but not too short either
Reading would've been her favourite hobby
She would've loved everything we love
She would've been just like us
There would've only been one difference
Our daughter would've had friends
Her open and friendly personality would've been cherished
Not just by us
But by everyone
Everyone would've loved our little girl
She would've loved everyone
She would never have a reason to feel sad
She would always be happy
Happy because we loved her
She was so excited to meet us
And I her
She would've been so beautiful
Tomorrow won't be remembered.Some days I just want to write.Tomorrow won't be remembered.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write but no words come out.
Those jumbled thoughts won't make it to words.
How am I supposed to explain myself
when all I can give is silence and stutters.
Other times I just want to scream.
Scream from the frustration of the words
stuck in my already cluttered head.
Sometimes it makes me want to fall.
Fall away to another world where only
made up dreams come alive and
those words are forever forgotten.
Or maybe even disappear
because sometimes invisible people
have lives to live too.
They say I'm crazy.
because these fucking words don't make sense.
and to me, that's okay.
I'll just dream away my life anyways.
Tomorrow will not be remembered.
We are only made up words stuck inside our heads.
Only sometimes do they come out.
ProfaneFlames running over my body,Profane3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
burning vividly my skin.
Your devilish hands and tongue
covering my whole being with sin.
In vain, I attempt some resistance...
How can your touch be so profane?
I surrender to your treacheries, and
like a prayer, repeat your name.
There's no longer any purity in me,
and corruption becomes my elation,
Still, every time we're close like this
is when I really believe in salvation.
seven is lucky, eight is infinitysuddenly all the pizza grease songsseven is lucky, eight is infinity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
are about you. all
of my intrinsic, righteous habits
are a closed off vessel
of God’s deduction of you. seven
eighths of my day
are earned and spent by the
my imagination over your silence.
you have stumbled on to a path not
destined for you to take. you
are turning circular tables, never
changing, do you not
see the irony in that?
i imagine you walking
my unfamiliar, light-devoid
road of the void in my experience
as a human being. you see, i am still
suckling and giggling
half-God at the idiots in weed school
and mediocrity is my forte, i’ve
been told; i know only,
how to walk the earth lightly, how
never to hint at your dismissal
and existential uprooting.
i am a door creak so quiet you don’t even move in your body
high. her sighing wakes you up; in her arms
i imagine you feeling
thinner and so,
so naked, just like me shell-shocking you
with my acute, unbearded
you deserve a poem, you need
It's Just Us and the Birdswe are as pious asIt's Just Us and the Birds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
screaming in cathedrals and witches' chimneys alike because
who's to tell us that they're not the same,
dear? we can only hope to be
innocent enough for the chimney sweeps;
for we aren't in the safety of the tree branches
our swift-beating hearts framed in
skeletal promises are fragile
as summer flowers after
caught up in
the embodiment of inconviction-
we will always be torn between
up and down
[yes and no
right or wrong?]
and forever try to
despite us being
two long stomachs for
eating and shitting,
we've still embraced ourselves
that's a miracle that can't be bought at any price
we're alive, but
whose bullet flies faster,
theirs or ours?
we just don't have the required muscle to survive in the cold
so find a way to make i
so i never went back.iso i never went back.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
lately, the curve of your shoulderblades
has been tattooed on the insides of my eyelids,
and the weight of your heart has settled alongside mine
in my chest, like it's found a home.
your eyes would fly if they could,
just grey enough to make you think pigeon
and just blue enough to make you think bluebird.
if my feet were lighter and i weren't weighed down by the chains
of sorrow and tiredness and scars,
i would follow you into the sky.
i made you a dreamcatcher with bluejay feathers on it.
a gold (not really, but it looks pretty) key charm hangs from it,
flanked by beads and feathers and fluttering ribbons.
its intricate design reminds me of you,
and now- funny thing-
i can't bear to let it go,
because i feel that to give it to you
would be to lose a piece of you.
in the four a.m. darkness,
i think i hear you whispering to me,
but that's impossible.
we are separated by miles and miles
and by people that will never understand us.
sort of like a modern-day r
Husband and Wife Supposed To For LifeIf there is a place where you know you will goHusband and Wife Supposed To For Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keep some seat for me
Like the flowers you bring home
Keep me a seat--
And don't let it go.
If God wants to grab you
Snatch you out of my life
I guess He can have you
He's more than your wife
But if you have any say
In the matter of dying
Please ask Him to leave you
And please keep on trying
If the doctor is guarding
Your heart beat and soul
Tell her to stay there
Don't let her let you go
And if you have any personal
Stake in staying with me
Please love, come give it
Let us just be
If something else snatches
You out of the dark
Rail hard against it
Like fire from a spark
Lover don't leave me
I can't take goodbye
From the person I cling to
On whose shoulder I cry
Make time, God make time
Don't take my love from me
Do whatever you do
To keep lovers safe
Safe, not apart
God, doctor, you
Don't tear us apart.
Husband and wife
Supposed to for life.
The Celestial Indigo Travelleri.The Celestial Indigo Traveller1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
he swore off vengeance,
instead seeking solace in the stars.
awash in a robe of fiery colour,
to the moon and back.
i convinced myself
that the orbits of Neptunus and
Uranus were yet aligned.
i don't believe in gravity,
it’s a conspiracy
to make us all believe
that we will stay grounded
when one day we will spiral
out of control.
i spoke to the waters
and sung with the sky.
he gave me cheese from
the moon and an elephant’s tusk.
i traded with the forest fairies
cheese from the moon for
a lock and 3-D glasses.
he gave me a key and
a cup of tea
spread your wings,
it’s time for you to stop holding
onto what cannot be fixed;
and fly with me to the moon.
what use is it to soar through
the skies, pretending a life of
great fantasy and pleasure?
what use is it to live with your
head on cloud ten?
he spoke to me with a bated
breath, mixing fumes of stardus
EmilieEmilie sits upon the shelfEmilie3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A pretty doll in a shop
She sits and waits for her time to come
Until her loneliness stops
She waits and waits, full of false hope
That someone will come take her home
But when all the other dolls have been bought
She wonders why she's still alone
She spends her time thinking about
Her imaginary faults
Assuming that she's ugly because
Why else has she not been sold?
And to this day, she's wanted to say
Why am I the only doll that's still here?
She's fed up of loneliness, fed up of waiting
For something she once had that disappeared
Emilie sits upon the shelf
A pretty doll in a shop
She sits and waits for her time to come
But her loneliness never stops
She's so fed up that she's stopped trying
To be the perfect one
Because deep down she already knows
Her perfect one has been and gone
drinkdrinkdrunkanabolic alcoholic, summerdrinkdrinkdrunk2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of watching you soar through
hammock seams and i had
almost found your reluctance
but then liquor dripped
and ran rather deep -
mounds of molehills
you drained with coke
vodka leaked jaws and i
told you the dreams;
the heights summer had
-ment etched in your
left cleft joints
so swallowing, wallowing
in catabolic ache
liquid froze at the
nape of your
neck and this white-red-pink wine
you love somehow
stole summer's dreams
and winds and thaw.
And Don't We All Go To Heaven?your laughter startles from your throat likeAnd Don't We All Go To Heaven?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a flock of wild swans- careening, laden
birds leaving behind heavy white feathers that
catch themselves in my trachea. my eyes are dark
with intentions, and your heavy lids are
propped open like doors; letting out the
summer air. your hand moves; a flower petal
opening into place. you've taken no notice,
but i watched your bones rotate under
the skin. they lie parallel, and i see the way
your ligament and muscle hug them; tendons
reaching out like spider legs, sinuous and
taught as cello strings. i heard the sound
that pulled away from them as you flexed
and relaxed; a slow sonorous melody. blue-glass
veins branch and curve under your wrist, cocooning
bundles of nerves. your skin wears beads and
threads like low cut tank tops and
they catch my eye like ravens hoarding bits
of broken glass and shine. my carnivorous laughter
follows after your
Wake up loveHush now,Wake up love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
and you can't let them down.
Milky Way is No Name for A GalaxyThere are more dreamsMilky Way is No Name for A Galaxy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in sea shores
than in sidewalks
My t-shirt wrinkles
under the sun,
a squeezed lemon
trying too hard to be sewn
I have 10,000 steps
for every day.
Took fifteen up the stairs
and five-hundred in the city.
I think I have enough left
for the star into
Too much hangs
in the crannies
of a pinky promise.
It’s better to count sheep
with paper planes.
I wonder what it would be like
to fall for a millennia;
bouncing from orbs
and pretending to be
My spine is a genie
Hiding the holes
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