My Last BreathMy Last Breath10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Put me to sleep in your arms
Let me sleep as long as I need
Sway me gentle untill my eyes close
Sing for me
Sing me the lullaby of love
The lullaby you used to sing
Kiss me tender, like you once did all night long
Stroke my hair like you always did when I was down
Hold my hand like you´ve never held it before
Dance with me as if your feet were on fire
Hold me tight and don´t let go
Untill my eyes close
And I leave this world...
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.When Your Best is Not Good Enough2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
Nicolas de LenfentNicolas de Lenfent9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who made you go down?
When you said goodbye
You diminished into the flame
And when you left you took your flame
He took away your hands
Did he not understand?
You couldn't play your violin
You couldn't write
You felt the spite
The blood couldn't satisfy you anymore
I keep wishing in my head
That you didn't burn and none of these words were said
I know that I am in denial
For you are dead
And the worst part is
In death you can not speak
In death you can not eat
In death you can not see
In death you can not be who you are truly meant to be
In death you can not hear
And in death you will disappear
And you already have, you are gone
Nicky, are you where you belong
For many hearts have been broken
On the account of your suicide
(I know I can't hide)
Myself from the truth
You couldn't hide from your pain
Your choice was to let the rain
Fall down from the sky
No one will ever hear you play your violin again
I Hate That I Love YouI hate that you're my every thoughtI Hate That I Love You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I wake with you on my mind
And fall asleep
To images of your smile
I hate that I adore you so
With gorgeous eyes
And sweet lips
I long to taste
I hate the way you make me feel
Like I need you to survive
As if breathing without you
I hate that I yearn for you
I hunger for your touch
Of every day
I hate the way I love you
With every beat
Of my wretched heart
That loving you keeps me alive
Yet keeps me alone
Nanairo Achi - Seven Colored Arch English Lyricsi found the english translation to the japanese ending of BW Nanairo AchiNanairo Achi - Seven Colored Arch English Lyrics2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in english it's seven colored arch
the characters singing
ash - satoshi
iris - iris
cilan - dent
jessie - musashi (joins in at the end)
james - kojiro (joins in at the end)
characters pokemon signing
The eyes sparkling with the cleared-up blue sky
Come on, puff up your chest and take a big step forward. It's the beginning of a dream.
Turn your joys and sorrows into
The power for tomorrow
No matter how many times, no matter how many times
Just believe that we have the strength to flap up and fly
Let's sketch together the seven-colored arch
In that great sky
The scent of grass and earth after the wind-blown rain
Are singing "I am alive". Today is a new beginning.
The precious memories
Wherever you are, wherever you are
Look up to the continuously blue sky
Let's go forward, more dazzling than anyone
The seven-colored arch
Even if you have stumbled
Even when you are almost crushed
Porcelain DollPorcelain Doll10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Porcelain doll with tangled hair,
People pass or stop and stare,
Her cotton clothes are ripped and torn,
Her parents regret the day she was born,
Her plastic heart has melted down,
Her stunning smile, a perfect frown,
Her shining future, a blackened road,
Her flowing words, a fucked up code.
Once glowing eyes, now dark and dead,
And voices scream inside her head,
A falling rain of acid tears,
Mirrors reflecting all her fears,
A fire raging through her veins,
Drugs to reduce all her pains,
Her porcelain skin, now scarred and bruised,
Her staggering beauty, now gone and used.
A foreign beauty, now buried alone,
A cryptic place where light once shown,
Once graceful flight with song and dance,
A life of hope and true romance,
Now blundering falls and morbid display,
Where crystal tears fall every day,
A heartless place of death and disease,
Where evil comes and goes with ease.
Porcelain doll with tangled hair,
Shattered dreams and timeless despair,
A radiant star, now void black hole,
InsanityInsanity9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why must I continue to fight?
Why can't i just run away?
Why won't my legs let me run?
I want to be a coward, a coward....
I can't run away from my fears.
My destiny will not control me.
I musn't run away, I musn't run away.
I must stand, I must fight.
Charging onto the battlefield,
Dashing through the enemy,
A wave of destruction spreading in my wake.
I'll destroy all who stand in my way.
Yes, all will be destroyed.
I will destroy it all with my own hands.
Nothing will stop me now.
I shall wipe them all from existance.
What have I done?...
I've destroyed all I've hated.
But also all I've loved.
I have nothing left to lose.
I do not care anymore.
Hot blood flows through my body.
Millions of thoughts race in my mind.
I cannot make sense of it all.
There is no one there.
Everyones gone, all gone.
Have they left me, or have I left them.
Or were they ever even here at all?.....
If I were writtenIf I were written,If I were written9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
how would I taste?
I could be a dictionary
- bland -
yet a necessity.
It's possible I could have
the flavour of receipts,
spit me out,
get your money back –
it won't affect your
Perhaps I'd be
a top-shelf magazine –
an addictive tang kept as a treat.
Maybe you'd trace
as if I were the icing of a sonnet.
If I were written,
I wonder if you'd try me
Moving OnThe dead things keep you alive. You pile them up in your mind when the reality of them not being there sets in. And when you begin to rely on those dead things, those past memories, those past pictures, there is no turning back, no un-tasting of the sweet calamity you keep at ease. You feel it all the time, the past memories, you see them and at times you're afraid. But when you reminisce in those events you feel the lack of another deep down, though it is only subtle--emptiness. Yet the feelings you get aren't limited to fear and emptiness--there is always more. And one day, when the time comes, you'll overcome your past and either live or die.Moving On2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for riley i think i have forgotten how to dreamfor riley1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the last time it happened
i smiled and ran my palms through your hair
sifting out sand and fumbling at the
buried shards of sea glass
that bite at my calloused fingers.
your frothy eyes threaten to drown me
but instead i inhale dopamine and
carefully trace the thin boardwalks
that wrap around your skull
where the hair is missing.
you ask me if i cried
and i said that i
didn’t think i knew
once when i was young
i saw a baby cardinal
huddled and bleeding in the grass.
i watched the ants and the flies skim over the contours
of its closed eyelids
until i scooped it up and held
Seventeen CandlesSeventeen Candles3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Seventeen candles mark the day
Nine months since you've gone away
Quickly you came and quickly you went
All your days have been spent
There are no more tears and sad goodbyes
Only truths and fading lies
One stands out among the rest
One that surely is the best
We will miss you, this is true
For you, are the sparrow, the one who flew
S. NoteS. Note2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear mother, dear father
Dear brother, dear sister
Don't worry, you still have each other
And without me you're all so much stronger
Leave me behind and let me go, I promise the days will get brighter
Dear teachers, dear counselors
Dear therapists, dear doctors
You have my gratitude for what you all did
But I hit rock bottom too many times, and this last one was it
The end of the road again, as if no one could have kept me from a coffin
I was not fit to live life
I failed at everything, every time
I sincerely did my very best, I really tried
I just could no longer stand feeling so powerless inside
I lay wide awake every night
I prayed and prayed and asked "why?"
I was always silently drowning in the tears I cried
I am done with suffering, so this is where I draw the line
This is the end
One with a resentful beginning
It all came crashing down to nothing
It's what's only right, so I know what I'm doing
Dear friends, dear betrayers
Dear relatives, dear des
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Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”Two Years Later9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
Fallen AngelFallen Angel11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
My tender flesh removed
My shattered wings released
My inner light unsheathed… escapes.
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino