RelapseHere we go again.Relapse6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another panic attack,
Just when I thought I was done.
Well, ain’t it fun,
To be a nervous wreck?
Only I’m a big kid now.
To be the resident
When you’re not beautiful.
God, I sound emo.
And so maybe I am
(by definition, at least)
But I feel like a sham –
What am I to you?
Would you care
If I lived out my dark little fantasies?
Got swallowed by the dark seas,
Of my soul?
Would you care
If I went back to the blade
That you forbade
Me to seek solace in?
If you knew what went on in my head,
A million different ways
To make me dead,
Would you tell me to just
‘Not feel down’ anymore?
If I could stop feeling this way,
Stop thinking like this?
AngeliqueLuminous are the eyes that gazeAngelique6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from beneath that cascade of hair,
Never was a maiden purer, more fair
than she to whom the world must look
for salvation. When first I saw that light
from within her fragile form take flight
and caress, surround, enfold that darkness
that had threatened to consume all hope
I knew then my life was hers to lead;
The Queen by whom we would be freed.
The EagleYou can never cage the eagle.The Eagle1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The eagle, it longs to be free.
You will never cage the eagle.
And neither will you cage me.
For the eagle it has no master.
No master to hold the key.
And as the eagle rides upon the wind,
It feels every breath of air.
And when it sores above the clouds,
No one can touch it there.
It flies over mountains and valleys.
It flies over oceans and seas.
The eagle, it only lives to be free.
It dwells upon a mountain.
Beneath an opaque sky.
For the eagle follows it's heart.
It needs no reason why.
No, you can never cage an eagle.
The eagle will always stay free.
No one will ever cage the eagle.
Just as no one will ever cage me.
The Night Before Mass Effect 3The Night Before Mass Effect 3The Night Before Mass Effect 33 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
by Kyle Evora
'Twas the night before the reapers came, and all through the land,
the people wanted Shepard back in command.
The rifles were strapped to their holsters with care,
while thinking of gunshots flying through the air.
The husks were skewered all snug on their spikes,
with visions of devouring cute human tykes.
Garrus in his turtle shell, and Joker in his cap,
Had hustled poor James in poker, the poor noobie sap.
When down on Earth there arose such a clatter,
Shepard leapt into action to put an end to the matter.
Down to the Normandy he ran oh so very fast,
and thought of the decisions he had made in the past.
The moon was one of the first places to go,
and the civilians could do little but cry "where'd it go?"
When, what do my wondering eyes should appear,
but a big badass Krogan drinking a couple of beers.
With a giant shotgun, so powerful yet quick,
I knew in a moment Wrex had asses to kick.
More rapid than the Ascension the Normandy came,
Twenty: I'm afraid I'm growing oldi.Twenty: I'm afraid I'm growing old2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coupons and sales magazines
have become more than just junk mail
and the holes in my pants
seem more patchable
and I wonder just how much
my sparse jewelry would fetch
if I said I saw the face of Jesus
in the glimmer of my pearls.
I am beginning to miss the sea I grew up on
so much that I will read bad poetry
just for the mention of a salty ocean breeze.
I feel landlocked and sometimes I'm afraid
that I will never see the world
until I have retired from it.
Faith says her life is full of asking.
I wish mine were full of answers,
but I too have many questions
and only Time will answer them for me.
My mother just turned sixty
and her eyes when she looks at herself
in pictures from the '70s
makes me realize
that my time, however long,
My Affair With The UmbrellaCold metal pressed against the fleshMy Affair With The Umbrella6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So sensitive, so gentle, the stars kissed my head
Push up the protector of my fragile mind
Dear Umbrella, will you be mine?
The nights precious, precocious, nightlight
From the sun as bright to the stem full of spite
Star, I was alone the entire evening.
Thrown from the blanket covering us
Were teardrops of silver, gas, and dust particles
Corrosive truths dripping with my blissful deceit
You Can Let Go Now, Daddy...You Can Let Go Now, Daddy...You Can Let Go Now, Daddy...2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(This is a short piece done in Kiara Shepard's point of view, using the lyrics of the song "You Can Let Go Now" by Crystal Shawanda. Hope you enjoy!)
Growing up on a farm on Mindoir was never easy. We knew how to work hard and had good work ethics. I remember my family as if they were still here beside me. My mom, dad, my five brothers and one sister. All of them. I remember my brothers riding their bikes around the farm. I wished I could ride with them. I felt that longing what seemed to be forever. One christmas, my daddy bought me a bike. He was going to teach me to ride, just like he taught my brothers.
Wind blowin' on my face,
Sidewalk flyin' beneath my bike.
A five year-old's first taste,
Of what freedom's really like.
He was runnin' right beside me,
His hand holdin' on the seat.
I took a deep breath and hollered,
As I headed for the street.
"You can let go now, daddy!" I remember telling him. Soon, the bike was free from his gras
RememberedI have been rememberedRemembered5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
probably when he was not around
and some words have been written,
their meaning quite profound.
But they're written without knowledge
of how's or where's or why's
and you lack this knowledge
because you won't listen to my cries.
I don't care anymore
'cause you stopped my beating heart.
I don't talk anymore
'cause my love was pointless from the start.
I respond so you know,
too avoid a future fight,
if you write about me again
please make sure you're right.
A War From WithinA War From WithinA War From Within1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I mean, look at her."
Words that echo inside my now empty mind. I look at the images, all the pictures that betray me and everything I believed in. Where did this begin and where will it end? I look at her and begin to compare her to me. All the things she has that I don't, everything she is that I am not, what she believes in that I don't.
"Thank you for being such a good friend."
I remember her saying this to me. The words that feed through my mind, the burning in my heart, the aching in my back. I look back to see if this is really the same person, it is. Every stare, every expression, every pose, the person who once called me friend, now an enemy.
This isn't the first time. This is a repeated deja vu. A nightmare that follows my every step. Will I finally turn a corner where it can't? Will I finally lead where it cannot follow? Will I finally enter a room where I can close the door in it's face?
Trust is so easily taken advantage of, so easily br
Walk AloneI see the lightWalk Alone6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
others refuse to see.
"I'm not good enough"
is what they say too me.
It seems to be a pattern
that gives meaning to my life
to see the beauty in the women
that cause me so much strife.
No matter what they say,
no matter how I feel,
I love no less
no matter how much has to heal.
I wander lonely roads,
flitting from love to love
and every one I meet,
I'll feel they are enough.
It's my curse to walk alone
except for brief moments in time
where I find the "perfect" woman
and painful happiness is mine.
FreelancersHer name was Allison, a long time ago,Freelancers3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But now she's Tex and her reputation grows.
She's a little blond girl who's cute as a button,
And a killer at heart, hard rock gets her struttin'.
Carolina's a true sky blue soldier,
Who'll never ask you if you will hold her.
She's a hard rockin' woman with a head of red,
And she's not the only one that wants Texas dead.
CT's got a secret, a hidden desire,
She's messed up a bunch but now she'll light 'em on fire.
Dark brown hair and deep brown eyes,
And Washington thinks she's an Insurrectionist spy.
Speaking of Wash, Recovery One,
He'll find anything, he'll get it done.
Big bad Maine was his very best friend,
Until Meta turned, and caused their friendship to end.
South's upset, she'll never do good,
But she's good at trickin others, she always could.
Standing in the shadow of her brother North,
Until she killed him, just to try to move forth.
Wyoming's a true gent, least how he talks,
Apologizes to much, and he loves his knock-knocks.
Sun and MoonSun and MoonSun and Moon2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Everyone else saw just your pale, pale skin
But I saw the love that burned within.
They only knew the spirit of cold
But I found someone that's more precious than gold.
If you only knew how the tides had changed
If you only willed to stay a little more
I could show you the bright side of the Moon.
They have no idea
How safe I feel in your arms.
They will never understand.
Thane Krios's final momentsHe breathes in sharplyThane Krios's final moments3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A warm hand grasps his
He looks up to see his son
A pair of black eyes stare back
Full of fear
He nods to his son and swallows
An indication that he will be fine
He pulls the bed sheets up more
His son retreats
Back to the small uncomfortable chair
The doors slide open
The doctors lead a woman in
She motions for them to leave
She turns back and looks at him
Then his son
His son stands and makes his way to the bed
She does the same
She looks at him with comfort
But it is difficult
For the pain tries to creep to her face
And his son pulls out a book
She kisses him on the forehead
His son reads a prayer
And the tingling starts
He feels his lungs
Gasp for air
He hears the beep
Of his heart fading
He sees the hurt on their faces
She strokes his head
While his son holds his hand
He watches as the doctors rush in
They all turn to black figures
As he doesn't have to struggle to breath again
Tali'Zorah vas NormandyTali'Zorah vas Normandy8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I found you,
I found me
I was no longer alone
It's how it should be.
I was put together
With you here
Nothing could replace,
What I hold dear.
I see past the purple haze
I see the face confined
I know this isn't a phase,
I need to feel your skin on mine
We are the perfect puzzle
Time to be together
To make final amends,
"Now and forever."
Before the final battle
I hope you will agree,
When I say "I love you,
Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy."
I BelieveYou were the one who said you cared about me.I Believe5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I thought you were the one to set me free.
I believed my lies and thought you would take me in,
And I thought you could be the one to make me look
To see beyond my mask of a face!
And find my faith!
That is still behind those walls in lock down
And for me to figure out,
But I have found it that it was stolen
By you . The person I put my trust into
I just can't seem to turn the page
To read on and find out why you said those statements you made!
So now you better hold your breath,
Because I'm about to say what you never would expect!
Right now I'm not thinking like I usually do!
You think I care about you now?
You lied to me!
Why should I keep trying when all you did was lie?
Lies aren't in style...
At least with me their not!
So you better rethink what you thought about me!
I'm not the same person I was then now!
I'm not like everyone else!
I believe that if you really care
BrokenI stand here broken hearted,Broken6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
numbness replaces feelings departed.
I was fooled by emotions
we both claimed to have.
I understand space
but still miss our "love".
I always said I wouldn't get hung up,
not on a woman, not on you.
Looks like I've failed but still
hanging's the last thing I'll do.
Yes it hurts
but life goes on.
I hope we get back
together as one
but if thats unlikely
I'll try to have fun.
It won't be straight away,
it might even take months.
All I can promise is that
your friendship can be enough.
What Poetry should be in MEPoetry should be everythingWhat Poetry should be in ME6 years ago in Other More Like This
Poetry should be about daydreaming
Fearing, loving and Hating.
Poetry should have rhythm
Just like our very own National Anthem
That explains our very own freedom.
Poetry should be Fearsome
Along with Handsome.
Poetry should show your emotions,
Just for the feeling of lifes motion
Poetry should not be from the head
Because then it just hits a... Dead End.
AfterthoughtIt's eating meAfterthought6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from inside to out.
Why can't I tell you
about how much I doubt?
I truely love you
in every single way
but I'm struggling to believe
you find it that easy to say.
Before it made you nervous,
struck deep with worry and fear.
Now everytime you say it
I fight to hide my tears.
There's something there between you
that much is plain to see.
The fact you acted on it
makes things unclear to me.
I don't want to give you up
and I'd never throw you away
because you're all I think about
each minute of the day.
Give me an honest answer
when I ask you what you want.
Spare me the empty phrases
if I'm just an afterthought.
Roadkill ChristmasRoadkill ChristmasRoadkill Christmas6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(originally written by Brian Haner)
Got my dog and a 6-pack inside my truck
My wife rides in the back because she won't shut up
There's a deer in the headlights, and though it might be a sin
I gunned the motor and run over him
Cause they freeze when the lights hit their eyes
She loaded him into the back of the truck
I was drivin' us home, that's when he done woke up
I couldn't believe what I saw in my rear-view mirror
My wife was a wrasslin' with a mad deer
She had 50 pounds over him
It was no time till she had him pinned
By the time we got home, he was her pet
That night, he slept on my side of the bed
I had to spend the night out in my truck
But I had some beer, so I didn't give a...daarrrn
A couple days later I made him a deal
If he worked for me, then he wouldn't be my next meal
I covered his antlers with foil, and then
FreeThe darkness rushes at meFree3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try to run but it engulfs me
Forces its way down my throat. Up my nose. Blinding me
It seems hopeless to fight, I do it anyway
The darkness retreats, I am winning
I force my eyes open
I am free
Price Of LoveWhat is the pricePrice Of Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of this emotion we call love?
So far this phantom
has cost me my speech,
my freedom of expression,
The spectre of tales soon forgot
has misplaced my anger,
causes me to hate everything else,
I shied away from that
I had before
because she wanted more than I would give.
Now I find it reversed
and I want to give
more than she'll recieve.
He offered what she wanted,
Consequences to betray my defences.
Like the walls of Jericho
my heart fell,
but like the horn of destruction,
I find myself entranced by the sound of my pain
from those sweet lips.
The soul crushing delights
that accompany the "I love you's" from your mouth.
So I lay myself defenceless
at your searing love.
I give you the tatters of my soul
to burn inside my chest.
This Feeling I Hold OntoI swear I've been changedThis Feeling I Hold Onto6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by this person who is now my world
my heart's been rearranged
From stone, to a rose unfurled
like a spotlight shining
the world seems so bright
nothing is hidden with this feeling
now everything feels right in my life
her voice guides my every move
Shes the one with the key to my soul
she has nothing left for her to prove
because this feeling fills my hearts gaping whole
This feeling I hold onto...
It was brought to me by my angel from above
This thing I hold onto...
Is called Love.
Love is what keeps me going now
I love her unlike I have ever loved anyone
So now I vow
To Love her for as long as god allows...