Three in Five MinutesDream one was a bright white flashThree in Five Minutes3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and sounds of things breaking
I opened my eyes and saw it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream two was my child yelling
"Where are you? Where are you?"
I opened my ears and heard it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream three was a sudden knocking
on the door in deepest dark.
I opened the door and saw nothing.
Now I think that it was me.
PikeHey, you. Would you throw me a line?Pike4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've been growing old down in this swimming hole ever since I saw my first tadpole. I keep getting fatter and what matters begins to change. I think I want to fully see those funny fractions that gleam in tiny ripples glimpsed while I wait under one dark rock first, then another. I know all the moss under these rocks and the toss of skipped pebbles. I know the sight of something to eat as a treat, but now I'm beat. I'd rather be someone else's feast.
Anybody up there? Throw me a line, would you?
A line I'll take by the hook without even much of a sinker. Just let me have one look. I hear your word-distortions laughed above me, about the oldest one never caught right here. I know you mean me. If you'd only throw the line now, it'll save me from so many years spent entirely wet. If you could, would you please give me time in full light for even a scant moment of a new life not met yet?
I no longer rule the worldSeems I no longer rule the world,I no longer rule the world3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
grains of life slipping through
the end of the time approaching
power, unable to suppress it.
When the world needed a ruler
they turned to me and shouted 'him!'
but there was no surcease of wars
and the famine stayed in place.
And during disease and death
the people turned and said
'he was meant to cure us!'
though king I never was true.
They strung me up
and gathered the tolls
dragged me through the nation
with screams of blood on their lips.
Though I begged
my crimes bared too much sin
for when it came to society
I didn't save the world.
The floor caved in,
the rope grew taught,
my struggles heard around
till the silence reigned down.
But then the pointed
and screamed 'he will lead'
at the man who took my life
and I was left on the gallows alone.
For I no longer rule the world
and the dirt eats up my soul
the grains of time and age
make for one grievous grave.
Stories Never ToldIn darkness whisper secrets,Stories Never Told2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of stories never told.
Share your hopes and share your dreams,
Until your blood runs cold.
In the light I’ll keep them,
In an illusion that is real.
I will mould the world around you,
To erase everything you feel.
Trust me or deceive me,
Either will be my due.
In the end I will be victorious,
In the end I’m you.
InsanityFrom the suffering I comeInsanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bleeding through the eyes,
The hope is now gone
Drowned in your cries.
A sudden scream, the agonys so loud,
You drop to your knees,
Pray to God to help you out,
But once again, He has let you down.
Not able to move,
Not able to speak,
Life is so cruel,
And always was, it seems.
Youve lost your will,
Youre getting weak,
Your body has collapsed
And so have your dreams.
Your mind gives up,
But you still want to fight,
Strength seeps out through your wrists
So you just fall down.
Then comes the peace,
So desired and calm.
Your head is now empty
And so is your heart.
Theres no more pain,
No memories, nor hopes.
Sweet and bright,
Settling down in your mind.
Your new I
AnxietyYou've killed my heart and soul.Anxiety4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now I have no home.
All I do is sit and cry
and my heart only wishes to die.
I lie awake shaking in fear,
No one will wipe away my tears.
I can't breath and I can't sleep.
Why isn't this the end for me?
Tea TimeTo meTea Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tea tastes timeless,
like lingering hope;
taste telling stories
of times long past,
forgotten memories brought back,
mirrored in black
English Breakfast Tea.
DisappearDisappear from the heart and memoryDisappear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Disappear, release me from You
Disappear, despite old desires
Let me forget about heaven
Disappear, despite I need You
Disappear- intelectual and emotional conflict
Disappear, despite I kiss You in dreams
Go away, but not for eternity
It hurts, when I'm close to You
It hurts, when I don't see You
I love You, I always will
I will, even though I hate You
Let the Lovers SleepLet the lovers sleep, my dear,Let the Lovers Sleep3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with tangled limbs exposed
lest they wake, and out of fear
fast don their heavy clothes
We were like them, and could be now,
it is not youth's sole domain
to feel those passions and wonder how
other souls feel not the same.
So let the dreamers sleep, my love
and fret not while they repose
'tis never a scandal to they above
to embrace your love while you doze.
MorphHe pinned the butterflyMorph3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the card,
the dry rot
of blue wings
in the warm room.
it seemed a stranger,
not the imago
unfolding in the jar
of the wet season,
but a legless pupa
Lonely CriesDon't look at meLonely Cries3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I fall apart
I don't want you
To hear my cries
I will always push away
The ones who say they care
It's just sorrow and shame
They care only about themselves
It's just their morality
That makes them pretend
They never look in my eyes
Too afraid of what they might see
Of the empty stare
That won't go away
Scared of the darkness
Of the soulless face
And the hint of a murder
That is always there
PoisonThere’s ice in my blood, in the blue veins,Poison3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and Pain whips its scorching-hot reigns,
yanking and tightening its cruel hold
until my whole body grows very cold…
Licking crimson fire and creeping cobalt ice –
they clasp my limp body in an iron vice
so steel-strong and diamond-hard
that the black cords leave me scarred…
The fire drags me into the deep black,
the ice shows me memories of way back.
Colors dance before my feverish eyes
and images roam with deafening cries…
Voices softly whisper and gently plead,
but I can’t hear that they and their words bleed.
They don’t realize that this mortal disease
isn’t visible, nor recognized with ease…
Painful? Certainly. Serious? Yes. Deadly? Aye.
But completely hidden from the human eye.
Outside I’m calm, composed, but fake,
the true illness lying buried but awake…
A toxic poison slowly spreading to its goal,
eating, chipping away at my blackening soul,
and my weak, fluttering
HeroHeroHero3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I promised to save you
Through thick and thin
I tried and I tried
Lord knows I tried
And to some degree
But not enough not enough
I knew it wasn't enough
Even if I refused to think about it
I knew it would end
And it was because I knew it would end
That I never said forever
I'm not a liar, you see
Though I never stopped trying
And how did our story end?
It hadn't been enough
As I knew and didn't know it would
So we parted
To save you
To protect you
But I'm just another guy
I'm no hero
The Clay King.Red paintThe Clay King.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a beige wall,
spices the air.
I run my fingers
the course grains
of crumbling stone,
in your presence.
NightmareShe smiled and passed by him, beautiful and distant,Nightmare4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a photo of an iceberg in the National Geographic
He shivered and woke up scared.
He felt old
and wanted to be young again
Wanted to be loved again by girls of twentysomething
who pass and smile.
his wife in bed beside him, as old as he is old, purred in sleep
Moving away the sheet , he admired her body,
so beautifully familiar with the passage of time.
He remembered how the promises of the girls in their twenties are fragile
and tightly hugging his wife, fell asleep again.
Can You Guess Who I Am?I have a little problemCan You Guess Who I Am?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My head is made of wood
My brain is non existent,
I’d change it if I could.
My body’s made of wood too,
It’s hard to move around,
But if I do, I kinda make
a nasty clomping sound.
I don’t seem to have hearing.
Or have eyes that can see,
And yet I do not wish,
To be anyone but me.
Yes, really I am quite content,
Though I know I am a freak,
Immobile and non-sensing,
Without the means to speak.
But now and then a higher hand,
Waves above my head,
And magically I come to life,
No longer am I dead.
Who am I you may well ask.
Does anybody know?
I really cannot lie to you,
For my nose will surely grow.
Lighthouse DoorsIt always starts with a lighthouse,Lighthouse Doors3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is always a man and there is always a city,
They are us,
But it isn’t you or me.
Lives, lived, will live
Dies, died, will die;
It is quite possible; it all depends upon your perspective
Which you are you?
Are you saved from sudden crash?
Swept to Rapturous depths
In the city that could not be anywhere else,
Would you kindly pull upon the great chain?
Or are you a circle unbroken,
Redemption promised in clouds which fail to fall,
Wipe your slate clean; reconcile with yourselves
To rescue Elizabeth or reclaim Anna?
All these things will happen,
Because it all starts with a lighthouse; illuminating the millions of doors.
HauntingHaunting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She felt no enchantment there
the bony parts of men
left to tangle in the air
For she will haunt you
in the worst way possible -
through skin and blood
and malformed dreams
through all the stories
from her mother's tongue,
She will hide and wait
for morning to come crawling
for August's harshest breath
left beating in your breast
She will be your crippled arms
your womb left
underneath her window
the heart she could eat
whole and beating on a plate
your protests a cold dinner
left waiting at her door.
Happy HollowLook:Happy Hollow5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I found him in Happy Hollow, the woods that's on the outskirts of the city. He was a little ways off the path me and my sister, Nahla, take to school, 'cept Nahla was sick that day so it was just me by myself. It's not the fastest way to get to school, but we can't go through Northampton or else the bullies that live there will throw dirt clods at us. After I found him I took him to this old shed out there. It's got a hole in the roof but I figured the little guy'd be safe there on account of it's a good ways away from the Northampton houses; plus you can't hardly see it through all the leaves and branches and stuff. His fur was real white and real soft, just like snow 'cept it wasn't cold. It was warm and fuzzy so it made you wanna squeeze him real tight. I liked playing with his ears cuz they was all floppy, 'cept when you made a weird noise, then they'd stick straight up and he'd tilt his head sideways and look at you funny. He had a long bushy tail and sharp little baby teeth