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
Drink DeepWe are not yetDrink Deep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dead, but the
have you believe
that we are dying.
We have rehearsed
the methods of our
We make muses
from nature and
from each other.
We assume, like the
canyon's high-water mark,
that the floods
will not come.
Who am I
to say that
this is false,
that we have
that hold us apart-
(we are ever so slightly
levitating off the ground
and from each other.)
And the streets protest
by rehearsing the methods
of our end.
When our blood
turns to alcohol
and the first thing
they see of us
is the white
of our bones.
Broken PiecesIn an instantBroken Pieces3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pick up the pieces
Bond them with the glue of mistrust
Re-frame that perfect picture
That you hold so dear
Self-RighteousA smart man is oneSelf-Righteous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who doesn't falter
In the face of certain
He is a man, nay,
Let it be known,
'Cross the world
That this man
Is a man of
A true peon of humanity,
A beam of light
Amongst a sea of darkness.
Uncharted, may he carve
His deeds into the deepest
Recesses of history.
Black and WhiteSealing up memoriesBlack and White2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In cardboard boxes,
Hiding old injuries
Inside dusty closets.
Riding a beaten track
With busted brakes,
So I run right back
Into past mistakes.
Tried to know for sure
If this time was real,
‘Cuz there's no cure
For love's ordeal.
Life seemed so grand
When I was beside you,
When you held my hand
And said you loved me too.
Now I'm clutching at the place
Where my heart used to be,
A hopeless empty space
To which you held the key.
Maybe if I had known
About all of your lies,
And your heart of stone,
Your whole disguise--
Maybe I could have saved
Myself from this pain,
And not become enslaved
By a love we could not sustain.
The words left unspoken
Keep me up every night,
When your heart's been stolen
Life becomes black and white.
InsecureThese thoughtsInsecure2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are they really mine?
I feel 'em creeping
Up on me
Ready to pull a fast one
Knock me out swiftly,
Beat me down.
"Don't trust her,"
"They all deceive you."
Lies lies lies lies lies.
No matter the situation,
Conscience don't help,
Even if I run;
I'll always be caught.
So what if I hide?
If I'm always gettin' found?
Frozen HeartTo feel your heart patter like rain drops,Frozen Heart2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Against the tunnel of my ear,
Drowning out sounds, only listening to the beats,
Until it slows down and stops.
Then I let fall a tear.
I hold you tight as your life peacefully retreats.
The rain turns to snow and falls softly on the rusted tin roof.
How long I sat there, I wouldn't know.
I gaze out through the frosted panes,
Thinking about questions, wanting some proof.
I saw the icy glaze creep over the window,
Like that of your eyes your life force wanes.
Your skin turns cold, death walks away,
Taking you with him to another place.
Feeling helpless I don't know what to do,
I'll find a way to move on, no need to stay.
Yet I can't help feeling the empty space,
Where once my heart was whole is now split in two.
Fractured IllusionsYou scowl at the mirror.Fractured Illusions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't tear you away.
Look at me.
Look at me!
But you don't.
So many nasty words are directed at the girl in the reflection.
Can't you see her crying too?
She stares with fiery eyes, yelling, returning the angry words.
But no one hears her.
We only hear you.
Why do you call yourself this?
Your fingers grab at your reflection,
clawing at her face in disgust.
She copies your actions, but she is trapped;
stuck behind that silver wall.
She attempts to claw at the barrier that seperates her from you.
She just wants to get away.
You both cry at each other,
frustrated and confused.
Please look at me...
Look at me!
You stop and fall to the comfort of the ground,
away from the mirror.
Away from your reflection.
You hate yourself,
you think everyone hates the way you look.
But you are wrong.
I tell you that to me,
you couldn't be more perfect.
That you are important to
Atychiphobic SolutionAtychiphobic Solution2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Outcast and away from shore,
to the center of still waters,
where rest my tears.
A float, the setting sun
beats its dying light
against my coffin.
Where within lies
my mind in darkness,
afloat amongst the still
waters of my tears.
Confined to a rotting cage of wood,
Time is my mortician,
at the edge of my thought.
The haunting consistency overtakes me,
compromising the process of my existence.
God help me, as the wood
is surely rotting all around me
I shall hold my breath
Just this once and final time.
I have found the haunted wake
past the lens of my sight.
I am the mad man,
within the shell of me
fighting that battle
which I reluctantly wage.
I will wait with my patience,
which with me drowns...
I will await the oak of my coffin to rot,
so that I may break free,
and swim away from my demise beneath,
To the above of my fallen tears
to whatever light remains & awaits me,
in the new world that I will call my own.
FaithMany lack it.Faith2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Many hold it.
Many crave it.
Many ignore it.
In the end, how many appreciate it?
Through the looking glassIs this all real?Through the looking glass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is this sensation we feel?
Are we just reliving the life we once lived?
Did we die already and just get revived?
Who once decided what's left and right?
Who sees everything in black or white?
Is this whole world just a dream?
Is this all part of some scheme?
The answers to the questions were not written in ink
It always changes no matter how much you think
Because you're neither right nor wrong
People have been searching for answers for so long
Laws and rules,
Are just some of our tools
Tools to make this world seem more vast
If they are not believed in then they are just the past
Do we have some weird ideal?
Are we nothing yet real?
An answer is that ''we are'' therefore we exist
But that doesn't always mean we can coexist
Searching for answers can lead us to depression
But when we find the answer, do we remember what is the question?
A Shade in the FogA Shade in the Fog3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gazing onward with the wanting eyes,
in search of nostalgia and reminiscence
is the shell of me.
Repression of thus, my depression,
I recall little to nothing at all.
Find me within the fog of my thought,
Shade of my Lord,
for lost am I,
drowning in the murky waters
of my ever fleeting psyche.
fingernailsfingernails have stories. attachedfingernails3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the phalange. attached to palm.
thumbs mean good things
but the lonely index is like a toddler
[choose me. point. pick me. point
it was him. it was her. point. jab. kill]
caress with palm [bump. by bump. by crinkle]
scrape up the excess drippy-drop dead
constantly dragging over the cheeks.
such high. high cheeks. like a movie star
[sucked out. hollow. no-lunch-for-you dreamer]
she's really a model without the paint thinners.
[but she is kind of thin. paper stick lady]
fingers have bones
i love bones. chew on them whenever the
family meets for our unrequited love me.
love you fest
[do you really love medown to the limber
chew toy of my piece by piece puzzle anatomy?]
chicken parts get
DisillusionedBlack streets in the dawning lightDisillusioned3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we punch out dissonant tap dances
in high heels grinding out freedom
on the south side of suburbia
we remember the lost stars
and wonder if we're just faking,
or if our souls have curled up
in the night and relinquished
their heartbeats to the sound
of the storms of traffic.
Cultural obsessions hold bottles
of vodka, wishing they could feel
the bacterial cultures bunching
in their battered chests.
Hyper but flaccid
we slump behind screens
and pour out missives in broken english
pushing keys into our fingers
slip sliding into madness
and sadness, and when we die,
we do it for the lulz.
i am the bird with the broken wingAnd this is how the story goesi am the bird with the broken wing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is no high in these winter lows
The love that left me has faded away
My tears blur the night into day
For I am the bird with the broken wings
Who has fallen behind the flock,
Now I have fallen by the way side.
With no one to pick me up.
The love that left me died in my arms,
Now things are all messed up.
I am floating beneath the water,
But I cannot get back up.
The silence floats around me,
Where there used to be your voice.
I reach out in the dark,
Hoping for your touch.
All there is, is empty sheets,
A reminder of my loss.
I shudder at what my life has become,
Fragments of glass spread around the floor,
I cut myself trying to pick the pieces up.
But this is how my story goes,
There was no high in my winter lows.
The love I lost hurt too much,
Now there is no night, there is no day.
it's the little things that follow you to sleeplately, i’ve been wasting every minuteit's the little things that follow you to sleep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
choking on inevitabilities; wondering
how many times i’ll promise myself
this year i’ll be different until
i move on to something less
unattainable. truthfully, i’m just sorry
for the ones who still think
and i have been waiting an
ugly amount of years for my
prophetic completion-- a love like
i say you’re beautiful when really i mean
you make my heart stop, like
i was born to meet you or perhaps
i’m actually breaking some universal law
of equilibrium; loving something
i want a love like that:
napkin poems, handwritten
and tender and accidental collisions
igniting a thousand forest fires
beneath my skin; me,
blossoming like a wildflower
on a california highway, basking
in the sun and ignored definition
of earthly limitations. i want to believe
that somewhere, there’s a boy
built of summer sunsets and shooting stars
for every homesick girl who never
quite fit in, t
Sometimes, It's Okay To CrySometimes, it's okay to cry.Sometimes, It's Okay To Cry1 year 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.
TimepieceThis cohesion staggers Timepiece3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some form of mechanized calligraphy,
And all my words
About-face, and this body becomes
A factory, a virus.
Typing my tongue into these pages:
My pen in the ink cartridge
And my soul sterilized.
Without my heart,
I am two pulses away
From becoming a titanium clock.
The WriterHe lived through prophetic fever dreams.The Writer2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
::..you're worn out.this::..you're worn out.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ruby red reflection
breaks your knees
and propels you to the ground.
smiles crack and splinter;
broken bottles of sweet honey
cracks in concrete.
healing shan't begin
until you inhale the gusts of her winds
Morbid conversation.excuse me, is anybody there?Morbid conversation.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i need some help hanging this noose.
i've got a pocket ful of insecurities and a backpack full of doubt
(please don't love me just to pass the time).
i live off of a pile of weak ambition and a bath tub overflowing with hate
(what's the point of locked doors when you just smash through my window?).
loving you is so exhausting but i need to sleep somehow
(don't forget to forget me).
i'm so filled with bullshit that there's no longer any room for sensibility
(you're not what i want but you're exactly what i need).
i would like to return this skin, sir,
it's a thousand sizes too small.