You Never Loved MeI gave you everything I had,You Never Loved Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought we were happy.
I thought we had it all.
Now I sit here,
in a flood of my salty tears,
caused by you.
Everything was a lie.
Every word you said.
All the photos of us,
torn from their frames,
So many lies,
and I saw only what I wanted to.
So blinded by my love for you,
I couldn't see through the beautiful lie,
which now taints every memory,
tarnishes each gift you ever gave,
simply because you never
gave me the one gift
that meant anything at all,
I've come to the sad realization,
no matter how much I do,
no matter how much I give,
none of it matters, because...
You never loved me...
Silently Crying Out LoudDear God can you hear meSilently Crying Out Loud4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm silently crying out loud
My wounds scream for comfort as these tears I cry drip drop to the ground
All alone in a room filled with solid walls housing empty space
I fall to the floor begging for this pain to end
Do you hear me now that I scream aloud
Do you hear my wounds cry for your help
Can you hear my anguished cries when once again never ending day turns to infinite night
Dear God can you hear me
I'm silently crying out loud
TrivialJe la regarde.Trivial2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Comme toujours en réalité.
Elle a toujours été à mes côtés, à moins que ce ne soit moi qui l'ai suivie durant tout ce temps.
J'ai l'impression d'être avec elle depuis sa naissance.
Ses cheveux bruns, ses yeux verts, son physique disgracieux...
Tout cela, je le connais par cœur.
Dire que, malgré tout le temps passé ensemble, elle ne m'accorde que rarement un regard.
Parfois, son regard s'égare, et glisse vers moi. Mais ce regard pensif ne me vois pas, perdu dans les méandre de ce cerveau torturé et tortueux.
Je me demande... Non c'est stupide de penser cela...
Mais la question mérite d'être posée... Sait-elle au moins que je suis vivante ? Sait-elle que je suis dotée de pensée malgré mon mutisme forcé ?
Je suis condamnée à n'être qu'une présence passive à ses côtés, condamnée à la regarder et à l'admirer, elle qui est dans la lumière.
Elle me paraît si douée, je tente de l'imiter depuis bien des années, mais ma noirceur gâche tout
Funeral Hymns Are For MonstersMonsters crawl underneath bruised skinFuneral Hymns Are For Monsters1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and under your gaze, the walls grew thin -
Now I mourn for me who gave in
No dove-white lace, only a
flowing veil of soot
But funeral hymns
were meant for
NoblesseComment dire ce lieu, ses rayons sans fenêtreNoblesse9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Où l'homme sur son pas, une pièce dans la main
Esquive le nocher, ourdit ses lendemains
En conjuguant l'avoir à tous les temps de l'être.
J'errais dans ses allées aux âmes dépourvues
De mensonges alanguis en suaves trahisons
Cet océan d'objets chavirait ma raison
Quand prêt à me noyer, soudain, tu es venue.
Est-ce ton regard cristal, qui dissipa ma nuit ?
La noblesse en ton cœur, que tes yeux ont trahi ?
Rien n'aurait su taire ton onde vénitienne
Mais seul je te voyais à l'ombre de ta peine.
Tu regardais au loin, nettoyant la faïence,
De ce grand magasin, hurlant cette évidence
De tous ces nobles gens, qui ne te savaient pas
Dans leur palais de biens, la Reine, c'était toi.
song for frozen fingers1.song for frozen fingers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
wires left in the winter
have a tendency to break. this is not
what i had planned
to say -
leave the planning to the real
because we're all cons here.
but that's not it, either.
are you listening?
maybe you're not. maybe half of your face is a frozen
mesh of veins
calm against a german shepherd storm.
snow sprayed so evenly over the regime-built warehouses
housing stamped geraniums and sometimes
the sun is electrified
fiction is just fire fodder,
as it should be
because compassion is not
as all-encompassing a doctrine
as you'd like to believe.
if only you knew
there will be bodies that you'll need
the gruel you fed them
dribbling through their lips
not every mouth in the world
deserves to be saved
under the bridge.
and if you ever find me
slobbering and writhing,
leave me be.
leave me be,
i believe in justice
for the love of the Queenpure glory and powderfor the love of the Queen5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sheer essence of regality imbued
into curvacious burgundy and emerald
the voice of a goddess
the words of furious passion
the eye of horus
we are at length unworthy
but at width enlightened
she speaks with charm
and boiling adulation
it makes us giddy
unsettling it seems
as all souls are hardened to blows
but her wounds glimmer
without marring her perfection
Schizophrenic NightmareCan you hear the voicesSchizophrenic Nightmare4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That are screaming in my head?
They taunt me with hateful words
And never cease for a rest
I am not able to sleep
For they won't shut up
I can barely think
With this massive headache they've caused
My heart is breaking
From all the torment it has given me
My entire body
Has come to its weakest point
I need someone to save me
And get rid of these demon possessed voices
Cast them into a pit of fire
So they will do no more harm
Sometimes they seem loud enough
To be considered real
But when I look around
Nobody is even there
People don't understand
They think I am making things up
They call me a psychopath on route to destruction
And lately I've begun to believe them
III1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Plier mon cœur
A vos désirs ;
Mettre à genoux mon âme
Aux pieds de vos atours glacés ;
Abandonner mon intime
A votre perfection...
Cela n'a pas suffi.
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The Art Of Self Inflicted PainThe Art Of Self Inflicted Pain11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's metal against skin,
In skin, in blood, in flesh.
It's pain against pleasure,
It's pain, its satisfaction, its bliss.
It's apathy against emotion,
It's love, its pain, it's numbness inside nothing.
Razor against skin,
In soul, in me.
3.When you asked me to strip,3.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we both had a different understanding
of what you meant.
See, I thought
you wanted me to peel away
the layers of who I was
so you could see what
As you watched,
I shed the confidence
that clung to me like a second
skin and showed you the insecurity
that was underneath.
I cut away my determination,
leaving in its place the self-doubt
that ate away at me everyday.
I ripped off the laughter
that covered my soul
in an effort to hide the
uncertainty of who I was.
I shrugged out of my ambition,
displaying for you the meekness
that was carved inside.
I stood in front of you then,
baring my soul and shivering
in my vulnerability.
I wasn't expecting you to love me--
no, I never wanted you to do that;
Instead, I only wanted you to hold me
and then show me who you really were inside.
But what did you do?
You turned around and walked away without
a second thought--or a glance back.
And here is where I still stand,
mounted on the asph
NympheasSoustrait au regard diurne, obscures dévotions,Nympheas2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On dit ces lieux bannis, sans âme ni errance,
Qu’aucun esprit malin ne voit sans l’espérance,
D’en quitter à jamais les mornes intentions.
Pourtant tu as marché dans l’antre du démon,
Des rêves plein tes yeux, armés de bienveillance,
Et des marais souillés ta voix en délivrance,
Recouvra de candeur leur endroit moribond.
J’ai vu cet arbre creux sous l’onde de tes doigts,
Se vêtir d’un feuillage, aux dires d’autrefois,
Le sylvestre logis des Elfes de grand age.
J’ai vu la boue glacée, abdiquer sur ta peau
Ses visqueux apparats, et se changer en eau,
A réchauffer nos corps de ses caresses sages.
J’ai vu tant de splendeurs, qu’un sonnet maladroit,
Ne peut sans les trahir, l’évoqu
The Way We Are NowPlants grew out ofThe Way We Are Now1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the dirt in our bruised lungs and
up through our fractured rib cages -
their unfurling leaves
peered out into the sunlight
And those thick roots sucked up all
the nutrients that were left,
leaving only soot
that ran through our fingers
at the first sign of
(That's why we've become
the way we are now,
But sometimes I
like to think that
our rib cages are made of weeds-
dandelions entangled together, or
tendrils wrapped around bones
and resilient when crushed,
they'll scream, "Don't you
dare give up now.
We will protect
01Shall I compare thee to a rose's thorn,013 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Both equal in elegance and violence?
Thou hath stuck hard my heart and left it torn,
Yet still I reply with perseverance.
Is this what is referred to as madness
Though insanity might be more suited?
My reflection, a stranger I repress,
Bears flesh of which love's cruelty is branded,
And though it's unseen, remains eternal.
If born anew, would my love be pardoned?
Love blinded my sight, left me hateful,
And my poor heart blackened, disheartened.
I'm rid of you, once more solitary,
Still missing the love that cleaved through my veins.
Tanka 8 - ConstellationsConstellationsTanka 8 - Constellations4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Eclats de lumière
Pétillant de mille feux
Sur la toile obscure.
Nous ne serions, sans les autres,
Rien qu'une étoile essoufflée.
GorgeousInside her there's a galaxyGorgeous4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of endorphins and dopamine.
We glow, the sheen of us
so bright, it melts us together.
Next to her there's an ocean
of oxytocin and comfort.
so safe, we dream deep.
Away from her is a blizzard
of blinding snow and ice
so cold I forget how to breathe.
Pearly WhitesOnce upon a time there was a mouth. In this mouth there were two teeth.Pearly Whites5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
These teeth were madly in love, but there was one problem.
They lived on opposite sides of the mouth.
They were both third from the back on the bottom. Anita lived in the left, Clarance on the right.
They met through their mutual friend (and really everyone's mutual friend) Earl, who was sometimes (insensitively) referred to as "the tongue".
Anita and Clarance talked to each other through Earl. He carried their messages from one to another.
Clarance would say "Earl! Earl! Come here a moment! I need to tell Anita something!"
"What is it?" Earl would ask. "It is this:
If i could rearrange the mouth, I'd put us right next to each other. The two teeth right in front. We could intertwine our roots and gaze in to the wonders of the outside world as though it were made just for us."
"Wow, that's beautiful. I'll tell her straight away!" Earl would say.
keep me in today--our time is measured in stolen glances and breathless smiles, in laughter that lasts a beat too long and silence that means more than words. we count days by the touch of our shoulders and seconds by the feel of our skin exploding on contact. our minutes are measured by questions that surface in the bottomless chocolate brown of your eyes and exclamations that dance in the wild hazel of mine.keep me in today--5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
we aren't a blazing, beyond-control wildfire. we smolder and simmer until i can see the sparks flying from your breath to meet the answering heat of mine.
make me a metaphor [my heart telling yours]
and i'll sing you a simile (your heart promising mine)
our words mean less than the silences that puncture them. the words we manage to speak float between us, empty and free as the scraps of paper i tear from brand new notepads and toss under the bed. our quiet communication hangs heavy in the air, something so new and beautiful that i can almost reach out and swirl the silent paint arou
Champagne in Place of Suicide. Throw me s w e e t b r i a r lovelies,Champagne in Place of Suicide.6 years ago in Other More Like This
and gently lay me down to bed.
Rest your head u p o n my hand,
sip softly at my loving breath.
I'll give you ardour mirrors,
and my own c o m a t o s e love.
We're lost in the fever,
drowning in the smoke.
Taking a will-o'-the-wisp kiss,
and p l a y i n g the cord softly,