(nothing)Sitting on this bus,(nothing)2 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.Trust2 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.Paranoia2 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
MistakesIf every mistake I ever madeMistakes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
tainting once pure flesh.
Blunders of thoughts,
guilt as endless as the sky,
never ending weight of it.
are meant to be just that
Though they haunt my thoughts everyday
I can't help but hope that one day
they will be scars instead of thoughts
so everyone else will know
they thoughts that haunt me everyday.
Tomorrow won't be remembered.Some days I just want to write.Tomorrow won't be remembered.4 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.
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.
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
seven is lucky, eight is infinitysuddenly all the pizza grease songsseven is lucky, eight is infinity8 months 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
Isolation.You began walking,Isolation.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
expecting me to follow...
but I'm still hung up on the past.
Did you even realize I wasn't by your side?
Or maybe you just didn't care.
I'm still here -
I've not moved an inch.
Which one of us is lonely?
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
Wake up loveHush now,Wake up love2 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.
even then(exhausted by shame)even theneven then(exhausted by shame)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(exhausted by shame)
i felt the pull
(the undeniable grasp)
of my other self
following the rain through
narrow prison windows
to fill the ravine of my mind
with the color of your skin
lead my blood to my hands
(lead your name to my lips)
"if i am a criminal
(as all who live are)
remove my reflection
stain my skin grey as time
do all within the reach of justice
(lifeless words carved on stone)
to tear away my tongue
and murder my protestations
on the concrete floor
i still bleed red"
and behind the exhaustion of my eyes
my greener self
(beyond the mysterious, infinite
DDs: To select or not to selectHey wazaaaaaap!DDs: To select or not to select2 years ago in Art Features More Like This
In my last journal I talked about my stance on Daily Deviations. In this occasion I'll tell you some of the reasons that make me choose some artworks, and the reasons that make me not choose others. Hopefully it will be interesting for some, useful for others or simply a good reading if you're really boring.
What makes me choose a deviation to be featured?
Such a simple question with such an indefinite answer, and I apologize in advance for giving such a vague response but I'll put it simple: Sometimes not even I know!
There's not a secret formula I have to determine if a piece is going to be featured or not, sometimes I really have a hard time making a decision and it really is a case-by-case situation. The deviation needs to STAND OUT, be different, have that "wow" factor. Unfortunately this is very difficult to explain. However ther
Goodbye...I don't think I love you anymore.Goodbye...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have loved you for a year and 10 months and you never noticed.
I hope it isn't just because I haven't seen you in ages.
I really hope so.
Because if it is.
As soon as I see your face all of that love will come rushing back.
But with love comes pain.
I must be over you.
Because I've fallen for a man created in my brain.
Who cheers me up.
Who holds me when I cry.
Who talks to me when I'm alone.
Who helps me when I've hurt myself.
Who loves me for me.
Who understands me.
And I know he doesn't exist so he can't be you.
I don't think I've let you go though.
EmilieEmilie sits upon the shelfEmilie2 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
I Am AddictionI’m past it,I Am Addiction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t need it,
Don’t want it,
But what am I without it?
It’s still part of me,
Tattooed for all to see;
Little lines of pain,
Worming into my brain.
My only friend,
Will be my sweet end.
I need definition,
What makes me myself?
I want to be put on a shelf;
Just define me by my actions,
My scars, my abstractions.
Show me who I am,
Who you want me to be,
My old comfort,
My old joy,
Red itching scratch,
And the sentiment I attach,
Dragging me down
And making me fly;
Making me laugh
And making me cry.
Is it addiction?
Is it compulsion?
Is it wrong?
I know it’s not right,
But if I ended it tonight,
Would it really matter?
I’ll never be past it,
Always need it,
Always want it,
Because what am I without it?