A Book and TeaI'm used to not meaning much to anyone.
I'm used to being alone -
And really, I can't complain.
My solitary lifestyle suits my personality,
Observing, watching the world pass by,
Curled around my book and cup of tea -
Maybe a little judgmental,
Maybe a little sad.
But you know, it gets lonely.
I'm my own best friend, it's true-
But sometimes I want to call someone
And watch a movie, or just sit around
And do nothing in particular-
Just sharing air and experiences.
Then again, who am I kidding.
I'm not good at the friend thing.
So I shall continue with my book
And my cup of tea with tinges of judgement
Watching the rain dripping down the windows
With a smile and a sigh.
SurvivalSurvival.Survival1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.
We are opportunists.
We are convincing and ruthless.
We are the modern day Judas.
A Bad PersonAm I a bad person,A Bad Person2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just because you don't like me?
I can't help the way I am,
Nor do I need this grievance you see,
Though the friendship can never be born.
Am I a bad person,
Just because you hate my smile?
It's not a statement of self,
Honestly I find myself to be vile,
But you don't need to send me into oblivion.
Am I bad person,
Just because I act the way I like?
I'm sorry if I'm such a git,
I didn't mean to generate this psych,
Yet your judgement has passed and you've won.
Escape From RealitySometimes when I close my eyes,Escape From Reality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dream of a calmer time when I didn't cry.
To slumber alone in those sunshine days,
Where I was at peace: away from the craze,
Yet I fear I'm wondering lost in their urban plague.
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I escape to a darker place where I can die.
To linger awhile in that luminous night,
Where I can be content: caught in the daze,
Yet I know I'm struggling now in this hopeless phase.
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I think of a serene dawn while I sigh.
To vacate away in that voidless space,
Where I shall be alive: independent of that maze,
Yet I wake I'm choking air in that distant place.
But I'm just silently screaming!
From all this dismal dreaming,
When all my tears are sorrowfully streaming!
From my horrid heart that's bleeding,
Can't you see how hard I'm pleading!
'You Like Him'You turn.'You Like Him'2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your hair is messy,
but it somehow
The air smells like
Simplicity at its finest.
My expression softens
at the sound of your voice.
It always does.
You being near
is a blanket
on a rainy day.
Don't walk away.
Our eyes lock once more.
And then my heart
So sudden -
it swoops back up.
I tell myself,
'You like him.'
Dammit. Not again.
The Darkness is LightOutside, in the pouring rainThe Darkness is Light6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A lone girl stands
Her soul attached to a chain
And she has shaken hands
Within the house behind her
She can hear them fight
Her mother and father creates a big stir
And frightens her away from their sight
The outside welcomes her with open arms
But yet she cannot travel further than the curb
And yes she knows all the harms
That can be described with every verb
Her explanation for this
Is simple yet misunderstood
One which someone who can dismiss
It as ignorance and stupidity
But she speaks it as understandingly as she could
“The darkness is light
The light is darkness
The darkness is so bright
The light has a powerful abrasiveness.”
Blood trickles down her nostril
Plummeting down like the rainfall
“The darkness is what I’m used to
I cannot walk out into a better life
Only if they truly knew
How difficult it is to tolerate this life
“The light is not welcoming enough
To convince me any further
I guess I’m just not that to
Long Distance LoveDarling,Long Distance Love8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
let me take a moment
to breathe you in.
To run my fingers
across your face
kiss my forehead
so tenderly I'll
feel its mark
Lets take a moment
for that dreadful goodbye.
let me remember
of your lips
instead of the miles
that tear us apart.
Lets take a moment
to wipe our eyes -
to stay strong.
let me take this
and treasure it
with all I am.
For in the blink
of an eye,
you'll be gone.
Finding the Beauty in SuicideI leaned in and whispered into the oceans earFinding the Beauty in Suicide10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quickly losing myself within
I inhale the bitter taste
My lungs burned raw
The waves were fierce
My figure synchronizing with them
It wraps its arms around me
Pulling me into a strong kiss
The final touch upon my lips
Delivered by Death herself
Soon I sink to the bottom
Lost with the sound of the thrashing sea
I am free, I am gone.
Under The Tequila SunriseIt’s warmUnder The Tequila Sunrise11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The laughter and cheers within the glass swell,
And rise to a crescendo
As the final drop passes
Between your moist wanton lips.
The wave comes over you,
Tickling the nerves behind your eyes-
So you shut them tight and wrinkle your nose,
Allowing a hidden happiness to seep through.
Closing yourself off to the weary stares-
The envious glances from the rest of the world
And welcome that calm California heat.
You welcome it to sleep,
Allowing it to coax you under the sway of a sun kissed palm tree
Only to wake up
slaughter of the red lambmy broken heartslaughter of the red lamb1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my broken screams
this broken silence
pain won't recede
the broken tiles
on the dirty walls
I weep in silence
as Death, he calls
My broken bones
these broken veins
blood trickles down
these window panes
this is not suicide
not an accident
hammers and nails
drills and screws
I leave you now
with only the truth
and broken veins
under midnight moon
I bid farewell
but 'tis too soon
A Day in December6 Adults goneA Day in December1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
20 Little Angels Dead
Sandy Hook Elementary School
December 14, 2012
TimelessI've lost the month, I've lost the date.Timeless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm drifting forward in a sullen state.
What's the year, what's the time?
I'm miles away from my own mind.
Don't know the day, don't know the number
Just move right on in a trance-like slumber
Time's not real, It's just a thought.
A fragile string, torn and taught.
Life's a marathon, stride by stride.
Here is me, sauntering on the side.
Stop and look, smell the flowers.
Wait a second, or wait an hour.
supernova brightit's raining outside. always a little colder when you are lonely. i just want to find myself. i keep running in and out of my mind, but i can't tell where i'm standing anymore. or if i'm lying down.supernova bright1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
last night i stood on my roof for hours. my arms outstretched, i let the rain fall over me. i have never been so cold. the edge was slippery and the distance to the ground below made me feel i was soaring.
in a way, i was.
i can't tell you what it's like because i don't know. i shed my body and floated between clouds, wisps and winds tearing at me, pulling me apart and piecing me together with raindrops, teardrops.
"the sky cries for me," i said.
she looked up; "the sky comes for me."
supernova bright, i want a shot of your light. i want a taste of the sun. i want to trace a history in notes, tell it the way only our music can.
i want to remember everything as it was. as it is. as it should be. but it's dark in here. it's cold in here.
give me a light
Counting MinutesI've never been one for numbers.Counting Minutes1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But lately I've been counting minutes and,
I've come to a conclusion:
Every minute that passes by
is another minute wasted.
Wasted only because it's one
when I'm not with you.
You call me your angel.
To which I'm not,
sometimes I wish I really
was an angel...
That way I could fly to where you are.
But the only thing that flies
is my heart
when I get a message notification.
It's the sound that I hear
when I'm not even online
because I'm so used to it's ringing
I hear it all the time.
It's my favorite sound.
Besides your voice, of course.
Although the only time I get
to hear it is when we video chat.
And when we do video chat,
it's late night whispers so
our families won't hear.
Nothing gets me more
than when you whistle.
And I try...
And I fail.
The closest we've gotten to touching
is making hearts with our hands,
sending words in sign language,
and hugging our pillows
when it's time to say goodnight.
... Or good morning.
I say it's morning,
435 Writing Prompts #5: Feather#5: Feather.435 Writing Prompts #5: Feather1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Birds of a feather often flock together." He shrugs.
She looks at him, studying him for a moment. They sit together on top of his old-old-Bonneville, which they finally agreed on naming "BoBo". The color of it is a dark pastel red, all in pristine condition (although the gas-guzzler part is sort of disappointing). "It's a nice night," he said. "Great for a drive."
So ensued a night full of candy, coffee, energy drinks, bare feet on the dashboard, "Walk 500 Miles" on an endless loop, and loud shouts to bad drivers.
Now it needs to end with a bang. So here they are, stuck in park on top of the hill leading to his house, lost in the country outside of their hometown, sitting on the roof of BoBo. They blow bubbles with their color and flavor-changing gum (which doesn't really work, but it's still fun to try), watching the city over the trees surrounding his house.
Peaceful, huh? Yes. Definitely. That's the reason why they sit in monotonous silence, knees to chests
In The AshesThere are nightsIn The Ashes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Filled with the most desolate and loathsome hours
In these times,
I see the world
Smoldering in the ashes
Of thought less hate,
Bringing me out of my nightmares
To awake to a world much more Cruel
Smoke collapsing my lungs,
Like a mine
Just to cover up the sorrow
That seems to find it's way
Under my skin,
Not a soul to hear me confess
The endless sins of this life
Only my shaking hands,
And the tainted imagery that haunts my memory
Like a ghost in the fog,
Those nights are never ending
Beginning in the middle,
Trapping me just at the end,
The phoenix I am not
Rising from the ashes
To start a new,
Agony will hit my throat tonight,
Realization will set in my chest,
As I flee these cracked portraits,
And fight for my end
But I can not die,
I can not rest
I am like a fish,
Dancing for a breath
Caught out of water,
Watching this world set ablaze.
Why can't I find youHeart?Why can't I find you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where does it lie?
Behind the cupboard?
Under the bed?
Is that where it lives?
Oh wait, that's right.
The home is just an empty shell.
Silent and cold.
So if not there.
Where has it gone?
My beating heart
If my home is no more.
Lets Make TomorrowThis poem is dedicated to the promise of tomorrow for my family, friends, and future.Lets Make Tomorrow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lets make a memory
One of light and shadows
Lets make a story
Of color and sound
Lets make a promise
Out of words and emotions
Lets make a picture
With faces and the sky
Lets make a future
From a warm quilt:
Made with the fabric of a memory,
Stuffed with the pages of a story,
Threaded with the bond of a promise,
and sewn with the honesty of a picture.
Falling In LoveCurl up behind you,Falling In Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling the heat of your body,
Closing my eyes wanting to fall asleep,
I wanted to ask you to lie down next to me.
I missed you five minutes after,
You walked out the door,
I wanted you to come back,
Snuggle up with me,
Wanted you to still be there,
When I opened my eyes.
I know you won't,
You don't want misunderstandings,
Mistakes like before,
You don't want me to hurt anymore.
I know this isn't anywhere near,
What you want or need now,
These feelings I get are taboo,
It screws with everything.
What am I supposed to do?
I can't hide,
You know me too well for that,
But I can't feel this either,
It messes with everything good we have.
I don't want you to know,
Don't want to feel this,
Because when you see,
Tell me again what you've said before,
That you don't feel the same,
I don't want your pity.
I didn't intend it to be like this,
I'm scared of what missing you means,
I'm alright with loving you,
In fact I want to,
But I dread the possibility,
Of falling in lov
LightnessYour hands reaching towards the sunLightness4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They’ve conned you into thinking its fun
Grabbing fistfuls of darkness
While longing the lightness
Feel it slipping through
Almost as elusive as finding remnants of you
Before happiness was a memory you could only dream of
And frozen snapshots of her face the girl you used to love
Reaching reaching reaching reach for a hand
Anything you can hold on to
Try to lighten up find someone new
So you let down your guard
And grab mine hard
As you trust me to lift your body
Higher up than anybody
Because you know I can
And I know you can
You strive toward the feeling of lightness
Like a ghost there but not really there
Watching in the background you used to stand
Now you find out you really can’t
As more falls to the ground
The lower you sink down
Going through the motions
Mind zombified you lost your emotions
Your vitality your control
You became so focused on your goal
When will you be satisfied
When will you realize
That too less is too much
Being Kind To WormsA puff of pollenBeing Kind To Worms6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
snuggled into my ear-
She blew in from
her cotton cloud father
from his cottenwood god-
and told me how to feel
She told me from now on,
She's only writing love poems
But ends up instead
writing a lot about
I sat in an alley
in between office buildings
and thought about jungles.
The ground pushed worms
out from their homes
to make room for the rain
like birthing daughters
of dirty water.
Be kind to them;
by this I mean
stuff them into a rotten apple
and put them in the freezer.
They'll go right to sleep.
I sat in a burning building
in between eternities
and thought about worms.
from its cumulus father
from the same god as me-
splattered into my ear canal
dissolving the cotton puff
and as she died,
she told me
from now on
Sometimes when I'm driving-
everything goes dark-
my car shrinks in on me-
I get very cold-
and everything around me-
Glass Children (prologue)An entire life was written on the walls of a fractured consciousness, colour introduced only by the brief spots of blood that she boasted on her white shirt. The entire room was a sterile white colour save for some grey pencil markings that she had aggressively carved into the tiles on the walls. Her expression was as blank as the room that she stood in and she could have easily been mistaken for a corpse, with her eyes obsessively stalking the light bulb that was swinging back and forth on the ceiling. She didn’t blink. She barely breathed. She just watched. A sudden crack of sound broke the silence of her sanctuary and her eyes moved towards the door that had just been opened. A man dressed in a dark, neatly pressed suit stood in the doorway, eyeing the girl with a sharp glare that could only be described as sinister. He slowly walked towards her holding a vial of liquid that emanated an unnaturally blue glow. She was scared, but the only way she could express this was by twitcGlass Children (prologue)10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What Water Tastes LikeI am a great actress.What Water Tastes Like1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have been hiding my pain
for years now.
Spiritual warfare isn't something
every teen girl goes through
He knows how much I've cried
behind my bathroom door,
can't take much more -
only to come out as if
nothing could ever damage me...
I listened to the enemy.
"Unworthy, unloved, unwanted."
"Put that blade to your body."
And I did.
I told myself I never would,
told myself I never could.
That's something that should
never even cross my mind.
But it did.
A girl as young as me
shouldn't be battling death,
but I have since third grade.
Jesus was my aid.
Nights he would serenade
me to sleep,
reassuring I am His to keep.
Morning came and He would shout,
"Child! Do not doubt.
There is so much to live for -
this is not what I have in store
But it wasn't easy.
Sometimes I couldn't hear
and out of anger and fear
I screamed at the Lord
doubting He'd appear.
But He always did.
And He will continue
to surprise me -
that's just who He is
pipedreamhomesick, he said,pipedream1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
words like fire as they
dripped out of his head
lovestruck, he cried,
words like ice when
he says them he sighs
deep, melancholy lullabies
dumbfounded, he wept,
words like the tender
broken heart that he kept
cuddled under his ribs
for a place that like
love, didn't exist,
but he tried
enough to find it.
as he tried to stop the
chatter running around in his head.
We Met on a White CouchWe Met on a White Couch1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We met on a white couch
In the death of June
Little did we know then
A love would be born anew.
We walked within woods
Where our souls touched
For the first time
Opening my eyes wide.
We spoke through wires
My feelings for you caught fire
Setting my mind ablaze
In a frenzy of you.
We waltzed in waters deep
Our bodies entwined
Our souls combined
As we became one.