thirstYou tell me to breathe inthirst11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the scent of my tea:
Apple Cinnamon Spice,
it is crisp and infusing
the aroma into my lips.
Honey coasts along my spoon,
apple biting into its
golden flavor. Cinnamon bursts
forth for a brief moment and I am
all the pretty stars shine for youyou built me a ladder madeall the pretty stars shine for you2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of moondust and said that it
went up to heaven but you lied;
heaven is a place on earth with
you, and you don't even know it
because despite what your ego
says, you think that you're nothing
(let me show you paradise)
you hate shallow girls,
carving their skin apart so that they
can tie them together to make a rope,
pulling them straight to the highest!
you said that they're cheaters, that
one told you that she'd take her
own life if you were to leave her;
she left you for someone else
despite all of her threats and
all of her fury,
i'm sorry that she took some
of the stars out of your eyes.
you said you would play songs
on the piano for me, on our
wedding anniversary far in the future;
i said i liked kings,
elvis and jim morrison and
you; king of the stars,
i would often romanticize;
you could've been my one and
only rock star,
the only one
and so when we climbed all
the way to the top, i had shown
you all of the scars
this one isn't a metaphori balance a cigarette between my teeth,this one isn't a metaphor5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she, a trapeze artist over a netless city.
my tar-lunged mistress caresses my skin
with smoky fingers. we are dancing across
the rooftops, spinning through a death
defying tango. she is fiery temptation
and i cannot resist burning with her.
Baptism I wish I lived by the sea.Baptism4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mainly because of its intimidating beauty and the tremendous fear it sparks inside of me. The sound of the crashing waves, smooth and powerful alike, eating away at the sandy shore, makes my stomach cringe. But I understand now, things that hurt us, that have the potential to crush us, to kill us, fascinate us. The wind here still carries whispers of those who've given in to its mystical lullaby. That's why they worshiped it, personified it. Called it a God by various names. But maybe it's just me.
Maybe I'm self-destructive.
And maybe I love the sea because it reminds me of your eyes during the cold winters. Dark grey, vibrating with veiny streaks of green like the murky water when thin, golden rays seep through the air and the heavy clouds split open revealing a belly of silvery needles.
Needles. Purple bruises and scars that make my arms ugly and alone.
The sea brings back memories from the deep and washes away the
she was arti wanna be that poem that you('d)she was art2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
hide underneath your bed and
never stop thinking about:
is it perfect?
do i need to edit it?
do i need to do
i wanna be the portrait
hanging in the louvre,
miss mona lisa,
get your pictures
i wanna be the one sketch
that an artist can't let
go of; it wasn't meant
to be framed, buried beneath
the other scribbles, but
it's so beautiful
i wanna be the book
that you can't judge
because it has no
cover, all there is
is raw text splattered
on pages of sand but
found it artistic.
i wanna be
that song that you
hear on the radio
and that everybody
wishes that they
had written and
i wanna get stuck
in everybody's head
and have everybody
sing my name so that
maybe days will get
a little less lonely
cluttered soulsit is so easy to become intoxicated in failure when everyone you love has become nothing more than a mound of bones.cluttered souls5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've a test tomorrow on adjectives in a language i appear to understand;
i'm beating myself over the head because i don't want to study,
though all i do is worry that i'm not going to pass.
everyone hates me because no matter how difficult the questions are, i always come out with a ninety percent.
i keep messaging you with internet hugs and showering you with gifts of sorts:
ranging from poetry to portraits;
did she steal your ipod too?
and i'm afraid of everything and anything,
even my own dreams-
his ears were severed and blood was pouring from the holes;
he was clenching a cleaver and he was coming for me, i swear;
he punched me and it felt like knives;
and when i woke up, i could still feel him.
i'm running out of good ideas to publish;
i'm worth three stars, no matter how much of others' s
It Will Be.When I was littleIt Will Be.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to think
My ice cream wouldn’t melt at night
Because it was colder,
So when it did,
I was surprised.
It took me a while to realize
That this was because
We humans are
(Our blood is made of liquid suns)
I never really understood why
We huddled in the cold in my first year of soccer
But maybe that was because I wasn’t close enough.
I never understood why the blankets couldn’t keep me warm,
But maybe that was because they weren’t
And now do I wonder why
Two lovers embrace each other in the night
And I wonder how they can endure the stifling heat
Of each other’s bodies,
Tangled in sheets
And pressed close;
Maybe it is because I don’t understand love.
But I understand you,
Or at least I think I do,
Because when our tears mix they must both be hot.
We are lovers of each other
But not in the popular way;
I love you like the sun wants the moon
To reflect her light,
And I love you
Like God wants the truth
To reflect from
quarenta e quatroi dreamt about you againquarenta e quatro3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you felt real and i
felt comforted and terrified
because i knew it was a dream
and you didn't and i knew that
if i told you you'd fade away.
i remember that you said
that you loved me and that
you wanted to stay near me
because you saw how that
guy in the grey and red hoodie
was glaring at me; like you
did in real life except
there was no red.
they ran out of chairs and
i ended up sitting on your
knee, jokingly complaining
about how uncomfortable it
was and how come i needed
you to hold me so i wouldn't
fall and cause a scene in
the middle of history/science/
you said you couldn't
sit next to my friend
for a "bullshit" excuse
but either way, i understood;
i woke up feeling empty and
wishing that everything that
i dreamt was real
Blank Spaces"I can't love you. You were born from a strand of starlight. My soul was carved out of the millions of miles in-between each one. We'll never reach each other. I'm just a blank space."Blank Spaces8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
"But my dear, we are both from the same night."
N00b~ A Free Verse/ Experimental PoemY do u shoot down n00bz?N00b~ A Free Verse/ Experimental Poem8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just A 14 yr 0ld giRl?
U were a n00b once 2
i will never learn if no1 teachz me
instead u judge me 4 my age
and pretend i am a nob0dy
Even if i Am smArt or taLented
U say I should get off the intErnet
and tHat i hav bad grammar
U say i'm too ignoraNT
2 talk aBoUt important thingz
U told me 2 die
B4 i even had the chANce
So why shoot down 14 year olds
Who might just change the world?
alcohol and words sometimes mixHe said good nightalcohol and words sometimes mix2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because he couldn’t say
It was one of those times
when his tongue was an anger,
his insides an outburst of words
and every particle of the universe
he has inside him.
He was fourteen
when he made the excuse
it was probably the overwhelm
of being anti-poetic and Shakespearean
at the same time
that robbed his voice box
of his voice.
He’s twenty-three now,
taller with his own share
of metaphoric broken bones
and drunken one-night stands
but none the wiser on the stars
he keeps wishing on.
There are two things you can have
when you’re afraid:
courage or more fear.
And he realised with a smirk
and a pitfall in his stomach,
that he’d been allowing himself
to ride more on the latter.
But yes, he loved her very much.
He just got too drunk
on the poesy
The hues of lifeLife begins as a blank canvas,The hues of life4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
until we start sketching our
moments of youth.
That is perhaps why we see all our memories
in black and white.
Life continues; it's richest,
most bittersweet and cringeworthy events
at a streak.
Adolescence, painted in colors of passion
and bright ardor.
Life, gradually summing up to its
final version of the painting.
We paint the new people we bring.
And sometimes, we run out of colors
to draw the people we lose.
Life, no more than a
color-coded series of events.
We're given everything to draw it to our preference.
And when in an artist's block,
you just have to look at the big picture.
A Tsundere poemRoses are redA Tsundere poem2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My face is too
... Why are you smiling?
I-I'm not blushing for you!
Mountain VineFelt the closeness of your formMountain Vine4 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I held against the bells
That chimed with voices spectral like
Like pennies down a well
Shivers in my bones and brain
A mask to our last gaze
Together as long as I can best
The payment for the space
A warm and placid teary eye
Look cross the dark and into mine
And said over the towering chaos rhythm
Let me go
Roots taste bloody open sky
As seeds scatter away
To flee their dying parent just
Before they farewell say
A world where generations fly
Too far for names to mean
A smile and dancing spending of
The monies that we keep
I stood against this storm of black
A void I tried to hold you back
But underneath my tears I heard your rhythm
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Penetrate a rocky heart
Wrapt the mountainside
With love like green and growing bonds
To colour what I find
The gap between us made me know
The you already let me go
But where I was was right to hear you rhythm
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Memories Of Rainy Mornings On days like today, I remember the grey skies and the heavy rain of the mornings I'd wake up from under my warm blankets and tip toe out of my room, making sure the door wouldn't creak, and stopping in front of my mother's. It was never fully closed, so I'd widen the gap and stick my head through it. It smelled like baby powder and milk. I could see my brother's small, darkened shape sleeping quietly next to her.Memories Of Rainy Mornings 8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wooden floor under my feet was cold and sticky. Blue light was seeping through the curtains. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, thumping loudly against my chest.
'Mama,' I'd call out, anxiously, in a low whisper she couldn't hear. 'Mama?'
I'd bite my lip and, with an unnerving feeling in my stomach, I'd step in the damp room and sneak to her side of the bed, stopping for a moment to look at her face before touching her soft hand until her eyes would slowly open, blond eyelashes fluttering. She'd look at me in a brief confusion, freshly ripped out of her deep
Sing, Laugh, DanceSing like there's no tomorrow.Sing, Laugh, Dance6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laugh like the world is whole.
Dance like your floating on air.
Love like you'll never see them again.
Kiss her like she's slipping away.
Hug him like you're unable to let go.
Make a promise like you intend to keep it.
Smile as if the sun was shining.
SongbirdShe was blind, but could seeSongbird3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything. Nothing held back
the girl with moonbeams for eyes,
feeling the gardens she walked,
through dozing dewdrop buds,
and stepping from tangerine
puddle to tangerine puddle,
rippling away rain clouds from
the sky at her feet, as she shook
constellations from her hair,
while birds sang from her throat.
elliptical infinityyou exhale artelliptical infinity3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
and inhale the air
that everybody else
breathes but somehow,
made you different;
heaven made you beautiful
like what the other poets
say about the people that
they say they could spend
(if you want me
to be boring, i'll
just say "i love
Autumn with you. As I stare in the distance,Autumn with you. 10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
hoping the gentle crackle of leaves
will signal your approach
and that the soft fall of gold
will be replaced by your touch,
I experience no such reprieve
Unawakened by your presence
the absence of sound haunts my heart.
It longs to hum to the tone of your voice,
but only the sound of crimson leaves
rustling through the wind,
fill the silence
The hues of red
dance across the ground
like your fingers once caressed my skin;
dotted across the cracks,
life appears where once
there was none
Untouched, the bare branches sway
to the rhythm of today.
No longer are they comforted
by the green of yesterday;
exposed to the morning dew
they long for you
My love, nature awaits your return;
it waits much like a child strays,
lost without you to guide the way.
Depleted and afraid,
it trembles in the stillness
until you strengthen it again
Now alone, I sit dazed
with a glimmer in
Black~Charcoal orbsBlack~1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of improbable wonder
That take in all
The world's marvelous mysteries.
The Eye of the Crow - OneWith the benefit of hindsight, I am forced to admit that the howling heart of a winter storm might not have been the most well-considered moment to run away from home. Of course, adolescents have never been renowned for their unerring wisdom, and I was no exception. All I knew then, the one thought running continuously through my mind as I belted on my dressing gown, stuffed my feet into layers upon layers of stockings and then into my brother’s over-sized boots, and threw a heavy woollen coat over all of it, was that I had to get out. It was all my fault, I had ruined everything, and the only thing left was to run.The Eye of the Crow - One3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And so I ran.
I had no plan – as I have said, this was not an intelligent decision. It was an impulse born of powerful emotion, fierce, chaotic, unpleasant, as thoroughly divorced from the guidance of intuition as it was from that of reason.
Divorced from self.
There was a bizarre sensation of separation. I felt I was barely in control of the hands that fumbled