Ignorance is Fear
What knowing have you
of what you speak?
The rotten fruit from which
you've bitten and consumed,
has truly brought to you
the seeds of idiocy.
What have you done,
to comprehend such words as provocative?
As pure and professional
are the letters that I form to art.
Doubt I that you
know a significant thing.
The ignorance you so proclaim,
is the fear from which you flee.
You dread whatever is misunderstood,
and without reason do you lash outward
with teeth and claw,
like some rabid beast, tormented by disease.
In the end, the clarity has marked
that yours is the feeble mind.
Yours is the debate of madness,
and the indecency of your own nature.
In the end, you know nothing,
because you are nothing.
from inside my veins.i want to sing out of tune,from inside my veins.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
become undone, fly a giant
marshmallow to the moon;
i want to jump on a sponge
three miles long and a mile wide.
i want to speak in bubbles,
just to pop all the words i wish
i hadn't said.
because i'm allergic to the sound
of wind-chimes, sea-food, and the
coasts of france.
i'm dying to become someone, but i don't
think i have a chance.
so i will throw my beer caps away,
i'll light the warehouse all ablaze.
and maybe i could lay down in the grass,
maybe i could sleep beneath
the constellations, dream about
Achilles' heels, take a breath
and breathe out sunflowers.
oh, it could happen,
one of these days.
i could be sitting at the bus stop,
and suddenly a millionaire
could be tripping, and i could catch him,
charm him, maybe. who knows?
and then i'd have sixty million pennies,
lined up in my saving's account.
and i could buy a beach house
on the coast of maine, i could
live to breathe a hundred years.
maybe i could be someone,
maybe i could.
after all, fate is
Sometimes, It's Okay To CrySometimes, it's okay to cry.Sometimes, It's Okay To Cry10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's okay to let the world see your tears.
Sometimes, it's okay to be angry.
But the hardest is to be angry at the right time, for the right reason.
Sometimes, it's okay to let your emotions show.
Because you've been strong for too long.
Sometimes, things can shatter you permanently
But you've got to pick up the pieces and mend them back together again.
You can't stay broken forever.
Just because it's okay to cry,
Doesn't mean that you should live your life in tears.
It doesn't mean that you have to be weak.
The hardest part is telling people that you're 'not okay'.
The hardest part is telling people that you 'need help'.
Because sometimes, it's okay to not be strong.
Stay AlivePlease.Stay Alive11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Talk to me.
Tell me what shattered your heart inside.
Your heart is beating, yet, you're not alive.
You're hearing, yet, you're not listening.
You've become a black shadow.
I can see the demons in your eyes.
Your eyes have glazed over.
Your life is coming to an end.
But yet, you're still healthy, still alive.
You smile to hide your pain.
But you're slowly dying inside.
You keep saying 'I'm fine', when I know you're not.
You tell me 'it's just a phase. Don't worry'
But I've never worried so much before.
You're like a leaf
Your beauty slowly withering away, unbeknownst to everyone around you.
Soon, you're going to fall from the tree, and hit the ground.
People will walk over you, ignoring how much pain they've caused your heart.
But hold on.
It gets better, I promise.
Your heart will beat once again.
I'm hoping for a sign of life.
I'm watching for those eyes to fill with joy, like they used to be.
I beg you with all my heart.
Such a ContradictionI'm just that fat kidSuch a Contradiction2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Starved of hope.
I'm just that cutter
Reaching for rope.
I'm just that dumb blonde
Reading all night.
I'm just that coward
Bleeding for a fright.
I'm just that child
I'm just that girl
With messy hair.
I'm just that burner
Wanting to be cool.
I'm just that geek
Scared of school.
I'm just that emo
Smiling with glee.
You're just another drone
But you'll never be me.
Hear the silence.One of the most important things is to know when to listen, not only to others, but to the Earth, to the Universe. We're all constantly communicating, via our actions, our thoughts, our dreams, our energy.–– it's pulsating around us like a constant breeze and it deserves the silence we constantly murder, with our ever so blatant need to be heard.Hear the silence.1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
The moon has seen billions of years, and it's still lost every morning.
The audacity of wanting to know it all, when the sun still questions itself at night.
The arrogance of coming to "factual" conclusions, when the stars engulf themselves with doubt.
One of the most important things, is to know how little you know, to be humbled by the extraordinary realm in which we live, and acknowledge we'll never understand it all, to surrender to it's will. All we can control–– is how we react to life, and the best way to react, is not to.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
All That Must End.The price Alice paid for dreamingAll That Must End.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
was to wake up.
Monsters Under My BedMonsters.Monsters Under My Bed11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters are under my bed.
I would try and get help.
But people would laugh at me.
'There's no such thing as monsters!' They would tell me.
They didn't know how wrong they were.
The monsters were horrible.
They taunted me, raking their ethereal claws across my face, leaving invisible scars.
People wondered why I was so 'different'.
It was the mental scars that changed me, making me into a whole new person.
Go ahead, tell me that monsters don't exist.
I dare you.
But one day, you'll be their next victim.
And you're going to regret every single word that slipped past your lips.
One night, the monsters crawled out of their hiding.
They took my life in my sleep.
But still, no one believed in their existence.
They'll be coming for you next.
IgnoranceIf I lied, would that make you feel better?Ignorance3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What would hurt worse having to know the truth or living with the lies forever?
Either way, it'll still be hard to get sleep at night.
Either way, it'll never leave your mind.
But what if I had said nothing at all?
You'd know neither the truth or have to live with the lies.
After all this, you should come to realize that your ignorance is kind.
KidsWe're just kids, that grew up too fast.Kids1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Due to expectations and isolations.
Adaptations, illustrations, separations.
It's not how it used to be.
I wonder will it last?
One words replies,
Now it's lies, cries, guys and skinny thighs.
Oh I despise, but I'll advise,
Do not trust a soul.
Blasting music in our ears,
Hiding from the sneers and leers,
They're picking on the queers.
Aren't they our peers?
Alone, and other feelings I've never known.
Upgrade your phone.
Dye your hair a darker tone.
Wear cologne and dig the drone.
Welcome to the cool zone.
Break and clatter.
"I'm fine." or "it doesn't matter."
Am I flatter or fatter?
Definitely the latter.
Watch my heart shatter,
And the pieces scatter.
Cause we're just kids, who grew up too fast.
Due to expirations and deprivations.
Situations, innovations, realizations.
It's not like it used to be.
Now we're an outcast.
Eyes ,windows to our soulI saw her at the Carnival ,Eyes ,windows to our soul1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
her eyes tell the truth;
they tell stories of her unfulfilled sadness.
Lost FreedomThey say freedom is a beautiful word, a beautiful thing. When you dream without fear and live without oppression, all you need now is for your life to embrace it. Isn't it easy though, just to think the concept that dwells in the West and disintegrates in the East could be as powerful, as life-changing, as the word "love" itself?Lost Freedom5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I beg to disagree, but then again, circumstances have dealt me a different hand.
I'm not saying that humans don't deserve to be free. I hate any repression to freedom. Human trafficking, for instance, makes me sick to the bone at the cruelty that humans can be so capable of. Being denied freedom of speech silences the hopes of future generations and reveals the cowardice ingrained in human psyche. But freedom, like love, has many different facets to it.
Freedom for me is the lightening of the soul, the inner peace within myself and with life, and the joy of knowing that burdens do not make me a shadow in the light. But for me, there is no freedom. There is onl
Near Life ExperienceI've been thinking People ask if you ever had a near death experience How come people never ask if you ever had a near life experience?Near Life Experience4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There's so much to be seen, done and experienced in this world but the ways of our society and our time has us locked up, as though we are prisoners within the walls of our very own homes, work spaces, schools We are so swamped with tasks that we don't really have much time for anything else.
How many moments did you have that made you really feel alive? How many moments were you able to smile and feel happy? How many moments made you thank God or whatever you may believe in, for the life you that you have? If right now you're thinking, ''not many'', then perhaps it's time to make a change.
You only live once. So seize every opportunity and make the most of your life. Do what makes you happy. Because I've got news for you, something your teachers, principals or bosses are not telling you. Whether you pass an exam or fail i
Life is a battle...A battle from your very first to your last breath.Life is a battle1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You shall not surrender to your persistent bullies,
Draw your sharp blade against these unremitting demons
Fight till they learn you're worth living on this inhospitable Earth.
The diamond armor of your personnality to protect against their noisy scythes.
On this muddy battlefield where darkness swallow the most quiet souls
Never give up until the bleeding moon crushes on your cowardly foes.
Once you'll climb this tough and lonely phase of a living
You'll hear the distant victorious warbling,
And ultimately affirm you can finally live as a human being.
Some Words Hold HeartsThere are some wordsSome Words Hold Hearts1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Many words ,in fact,
That aren't meant to be read
By an audience.
That aren't meant to be condemned
For their validity and originality.
There are some words
Who's only point is to exist.
To give existence
To show someone their pain is real
That its important.
Their anger is real
That its just.
Their love is real
That's its true.
Their hearts are real
That they 're whole...
Even if no one else sees them that way
Even if no else knows them that way
Even if no one understands
Or reads those words.
Those words hold our hearts
And that's all their meant to do.
Wander to nowhereA ghostly walk on the autumnal pavementWander to nowhere1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even my own shadow is gleaming more
Than the empty shell of my body.
As I keep wandering, on this endless pit
Picky starving crows are looking down on me
The leftovers of my thoughts order me to die out.
This path of glory I've kept away from, it might be gone.
My dignity and pride, where have you fled?
I'm searching for the graveyard of redemption
Where my promises are all buried
Shot down by my deceit's gun.
Will you ever forgive me?
As I'm standing there, the icy silence blows ;
As time goes by, the ruthless mutism of yours
Reckons that time for forgiveness hasn't come yet.
Freedom(Open-mindedness is not a power.)Freedom4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Hold up your hand.
Straighten it and make a fist. That arm is a solid structure, a column of cells, a staff.
It's simply a cylinder, and that is all.
(Open mindedness is not a force.)
Go up to a trashcan, place your hands on its side, and shove as hard as you can.
Try it. Watch the trashcan fly, its lid clanging open and its guts spilling over the pavement.
You did that. Notice the veins bulging from your arms.
Do you feel at peace?
(Open-mindedness is not a form of knowledge.)
These I know to be true: the sky is blue, blood is red, and the Earth is round.
"Do you deny sunsets, then? Do you expect only oxygen, and disregard calculus?"
i dont want to be wrong, its embarrassing
Now go outside.
Imagine yourself immersed in sky, wrapped in the great blue blanket.
There are thousands of clouds above you, some heavy with rain and others bursting with sunshine, and seagulls dip and dive around yo
Once Upon A TimeOnce upon a time there was a girlOnce Upon A Time6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And she lived.
What You WantMaybe you want them to noticeWhat You Want2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maybe you want them to see
Maybe you want them to care about
How you’re lost and lonely me.
Maybe you want them to ask
Maybe you want them to know
Maybe you want them to care about
How your happiness is a show.
Maybe you want them to quiet
Maybe you want them to listen
Maybe you want them to care about
How your blood does glisten.
Maybe you want them to leave you
Maybe you want them to die
Maybe you want them to care about
How your life’s just a lie.
The CrowOnce upon a timeThe Crow1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I knew how to fly;
with the wings of purity
I took the giant leap
over the dark blue sky
and the ocean beneath
I never thought
I could fall down
My wings were made of steel;
they shone the shades of silver
and my heart was made of gold;
or that was what I thought.
The air under my wings:
purity and honesty.
I breathed my principles
I reached my goals.
I found the new land.
But now I'm one of the crows
without an ability to fly again
InfinityI once knew a girl, who wrote with mascara,Infinity11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because, she could find no other use for it.
And I once knew a girl who kept her canvas blank,
Not by choice, but by default.
And I once knew a girl, who was built with a thousand colours,
The shades clashing, what was right, and what was wrong.
And I once knew a girl who wanted to die laughing,
Choking on the endless ocean of her blood.
And I once knew a girl who would walk behind her friends as they passed the mental hospital at the night's darkest hour,
And she'd say, "I'll be killed first, I'll die protecting you."
And I once knew a girl who was fearless of common fears,
She'd walk on, through the dark.
And I once knew a girl, who wanted everything,
Everything that had nothing in common with the last,
And I knew a girl who got tired of answering the same questions,
Reciting the answer as if it was 0+0= infinity.
After A BattleAfter a battle.After A Battle10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Women weep for the lost lives of their husbands.
It was something nobody wanted to partake in.
But someone had to do it.
Blood was spilt on the battlefield.
Unmoving bodies littered the ground.
After the ear-shattering screams of dying men, and the sounds of rifles firing,
The silence seemed almost unbearable.
Why can't we all just get along?