Suffocate MeJust hold tighter
hold me down
pin me to the ground
It's what I'm used to
after hours of being forced to listen
to the sound of my own crying
my own screams
screams tearing my throat
I can still feel the blood dripping
no matter how many times I scrub my skin
I still see hand prints
Close up the hole within me
smother it into oblivion
cover it with your own body
That's what I'm used to
hands clutching my throat like it's holding him to earth
if he let's go...
no, it doesn't matter he never let go
Feeling the flow of air
from his lungs to my face
breath on me
make me take in only your oxygen
that's what I'm used to
Used to forced entry
to grunts of pleasure
cries of lost hope
cries of pain
him calling names
Call me names
say I'm your ho, your slut,
say I'm only yours
no one else
show me how much I belong to you
That's what I'm used to
One or the OtherIt's not one or the otherOne or the Other2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I must have more choices
a variety of different decisions
I refuse to be placed
put into a box
waiting to be check marked from the list
And once you place me there
I'm not allowed to leave
stuck in bold letters of common enemies
But there is in-between the lines
and gray areas
keeping us away
from limited options
Tell me I am different
I have my own categories
too unique to just "fit in"
I'm better than pre-created place holders
ignorant stereotypes given
by simple minded people
Am I not allowed to fall in between
be that gray area in your black and white painting
I can't deal with being one thing
Already picked out for me
I can never change
just the same everyday
Defined by what's in between my legs
or what hangs off my shoulders one day
but maybe not the next
how do you see me?
You can keep your
"one or the other"
because I am the god damn rainbow in your black and white photo
stay away from me with your minimal selection
and only options
I can be
Home is where the heart is.Where do I go whenHome is where the heart is.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
My heart is a blackened hole
A cave in my chest
A Sterile GraveOne hospital bedA Sterile Grave2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Filled with blank eyes, leaving marks
On pristine white walls
Mother NatureTree ring eyesMother Nature2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and quivering leaves
as his ax reopens wounds
Sap flows down her cracked face
sticky tears of age
slowly falling to earth
in a silent cry for help
Caramel Tongue and Candy Apple CheeksThe words are sticky in my mouthCaramel Tongue and Candy Apple Cheeks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Caramel flavored hopes that are soon to be swallowed
pulling at my teeth
clogging my throat
You come closer
your scent is overwhelming
melting the stickiness until it is flowing warmly over the back of my throat
but my lips are still stuck together
My mind is working overtime
as to not to spit out these embarrassing chewed up thoughts
I am still trying to swallow
but they are coming back up
Oh god you're getting closer
brown orbs filled to the brim with dark chocolate
my eyes are now glued to yours
like they are the last thing left to hold on to
as I fall off this cliff
And in to your lips I suppose
considering they are now on mine
maybe my brain is still working on overload because I'm just standing here
unsure and about to pass out
because I just realized
Your lips are on mine
And now it's just bliss
our eyes are closed and I need something to hold on to
I grab on to your shoulders
but then it's over
you're pulling away and I am chewing on cara
The tenderness that's herWith every word written, with every word spokenThe tenderness that's her2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try my best to express myself, without it being broken
For what I feel is deep in my heart, is love that I want to be showing
Every day it develops, every day I feel more loving
Is the tenderness of passion, which I’ve never felt before
A feeling that I got from a girl who I truly adore
Beautiful as a rose and gentle as a peaceful dove
My heart gets filled with warmth, a feeling I describe as love
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, that’s as simple as I can be
So very cute and filled with joy, she’s the only girl who I want to see
Her adorable smile that always cheers me up, she’s the only one I need
She’s everything I ever wanted, I thank god that he gave her to me
Candle Bones and Wax FleshShe spoke of the fire in her bones, a savage electricity sparking in her skeleton.Candle Bones and Wax Flesh2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Insults hurled like bullets between them,
resentment igniting like gunpowder.
Her heart beats blue beneath her ribs; a raw, pulsing meat.
Her lips quiver, furious and trembling.
She struggles to reply but
there's fire on her tongue and lead anchors in her lungs.
She screams, flames rupturing from her esophagus,
heat seething from her bones.
She shrieks scorched flesh from between her teeth,
pausing to acknowledge ashes at her feet.
"The useless remains of what used to be alive."
Gilded cageFrom far away, the moonlight still manages to findGilded cage2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A trace of the girl all the world left behind.
The essence of her voice, the glow within her eyes,
She is the living paragon of all they despise
And once she found out, she was simply disgusted
Of all those empty words from the people she trusted.
But oh, little birdie, there's no need for rage,
You've been trapped all along inside this gilded cage.
The smiles you encountered, the love you received
Were by no means affectionate, you've been deceived.
Though life is unmerciful, you used to rejoice
So tell me, if given the chance what would be your choice?
Would you prefer this lie and indulge happily in your youth
Or live on begrudgingly knowing the truth?
A Stranger'I would promise you until always ends, but I want to live forever.'A Stranger2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dripped off his thin lips.
something like saliva
and coughed-up calligraphy.
dancing to the surface:
a parody of laughter--
pallid and festering.
'you're a stranger, so why should i care.'
'you'll vanish today,'
to sticks of flesh and bone.
'not for the first time, i hear--or the last.'
a harsh white sky.
spume and spray
like a too-taunt sheet.
longing for dreams.
pulling me down.
shining and smooth:
like the last moments
of falling asleep.
'i want you to stay a stranger.'
The Art Of Falling ApartIf falling apartThe Art Of Falling Apart2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Was a type of art
You'd be the Picasso of all pain
Beats the finest tapestry
Woven from a raging flame
The tears that you cry
Outshine each star in the sky
And the blood that runs through your veins
More red than the most brilliant rose
It runs from your head to your toes
You have scars where your skin met the edge of a blade
But like words in a book
They need not be overlooked
They tell a story in a way of their own
All the blood that you shed
All the times you wished you were dead
They speak of despair and they speak of sorrow
So now you've mastered the art
Of falling apart
Now you're a canvas of black and blue
Using a blade for a brush
And for one final touch
I'll put a stroke of love in you
hushi'm done wishinghush3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on shooting stars, and
i want to be done with you:
i'll let dust settle
on my telescope,
let dust settle in
my throat, my lungs.
twist your fingers through
my vocal cords,
press your palm to
my lips and tell me, hush
don't wish on things
falling too fast
to hear you
maybe i'll wish
they are quiet houses
for muted ghosts, though
more alive than you
have ever been.
i'll let you
pull me under,
paint my eyes
with salt, blind me
so you can murmur, shh
even dead things
can be beautiful
She's Already LeftI'm doneShe's Already Left2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it hurts and I don't care
they tell me I have no depth
but they don't understand
I'm the little girl who watched the windows break
shattering bones and glass
I'm the one who watched as they took her away and I could hear screaming,
red and blue lights echoing through my eyes
The one with lonely nights spent breathing
my head waiting for my heart but nothing's clicking
I can't move forward
I can't go on when my feet are stuck to the floor
glue made of sweet blood has me reeling
it's on me
my hands are drenched in someone else's pain
She doesn't remember
all those times when I needed her
I can't hold on to something that's not there
she's not there
Not even a gasp escapes my lips at this sight
I feel like there is no surprise anymore
when all I see is slacked jawed mouth and closed eyes
I've had this nightmare too many times
But not as much as it should
if only her hand had not played a part in erasing
where the shock once stood
turning it into expectation
Endless LakeDip your toes in the icy depths of poetryEndless Lake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let it sting with it's truth
start to comfort you with it's twisting metaphors
I have yet to leave this serene lake of words
Ripples turning into voices
spoken with enough force to push me under
make me gasp for breath as the lines finish
Poetry becomes us
becomes love and hate
souls holding on to anything that's left
My hands glide across the water
feeling it's pulse
the beat of a heart romanticizing and utilizing the words
we have learned to make
Fading into an ever-lasting tremor
the tremble you hear when emotion becomes too much
Waiting in the pause
silence before the question
that one question that you know will haunt you
Hold the air in your lungs
the waters grasp has slipped
from around your chest
Breathe while you can
before the grip of a poets tongue
can pull you under once again
AcquiescentAAcquiescent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pact born of your apathetic scorn
And our grave-like silence.
You love me with my mouth closed,
But love was spoken with regret.
We will never speak of it.
My acquiescent, frostbitten tongue
Seems always to agree
With every word you do not say.
I cannot climb up the icy path
'round your treacherous cold shoulders,
It chills my weary, weakened bones.
I find myself passive and insignificant
As a blade of grass beneath your foot,
Crushed, but not rising in revolt.
I have already lost my heart to you.
Words not spoken are forgotten,
So we shall never speak of this.
Falling HardYou love me in the morningsFalling Hard2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and hate me in the evenings.
Some say the sauce
is like truth serum.
I suppose in a sense
like a catalyst
for a raging heart.
spiral out of control
and large problems
Needless to say,
I don't drink much these days.
Maybe it's because
I don't trust myself
I don't trust you.
In either case,
I feel I should keep a clear head.
Because our situation
tends to go south
in a hurry.
You see it's all about fair-weather these days.
It has to be
with so much is wrong,
but it's storming outside
are falling hard.
If Tears Left ScarsIf tears left scars,If Tears Left Scars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd be ugly.
If tears left scars,
I'd never want the attention I'd be given.
If tears left scars,
I'd be a monster.
If tears left scars,
You wouldn't come near me.
If tears left scars,
I'd hear the whispers of people when I'm around.
If you saw me,
with scars from the tears I cry,
What would you do?
Would you make those sad, burning tears
into warm tears of laughter and joy and
make those scars disapper?
I'll be...revisedI'll be your lover,I'll be...revised2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one who can make you smile just by looking at you.
The one who will cuddle with you and keep you warm at night.
The one who will love you for who you are.
The one who will go the distance to be there for you.
The one who would do any thing to make you happy.
Yeah, I'll be your lover.
I'll be your crying shoulder,
The one who you can call when you need a friend.
The one who won't judge you.
The one who will try to raise your spirits when you're feeling blue.
The one who you can tell everything, I won't tell a soul.
The one who's shoulder you can cry on when you need to let it all out.
Yeah, I'll be your crying shoulder.
I'll be your doubt,
The one who will always make you weigh your options.
The one who will teach you not to judge.
The one who will disagree with you for the sake of disagreeing.
The one who will make you question yourself.
The one who will try to broaden your horizons.
Yeah, I'll be your doubt.
I'll be your demon,
The one who will push
HellHell:Hell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Interlocking with a passionate kiss.
Latten within a fear to show desire:
A mimic, a glare, a lusty fire.
Who needs love?
Who needs a reason to be the Devil?
You're a bastard to hope
That the switch will be flipped.
But I see your love
Just all the same.
Love is ClicheLove is a generous cliché;Love is Cliche3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is but a thing people say
When hearts despair
They wish they could care
To change their darkness to day.
The point of love is to feel alone,
To know that the pain is set in stone,
To know that no joy will be condoned,
To know that the light the sun has shown
Is cold and forever alone.
And in the cold embrace of night,
Love is nothing but a grand fight,
A thing to behold,
A spectacle untold;
Love is truly a generous sight.
We go to sleepI go to sleep to dream about youWe go to sleep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I go to sleep to hide from the truth
I want to lock my pain out of my life
I lost myself between written lines
You go to sleep to forget about me
You go to sleep to hide from your fears
Inside of the cage you lost your own pulse
Inside of the dream you don't care about rules
We go to sleep to dream about us
We go to sleep to reach out for the stars
We go to sleep to never stop
We go to sleep just to wake up .
Arachnid LoveTraveling over sticks and stonesArachnid Love3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A wayward lover is coming home
The wind whistles and harshly blows
But even that can't drown out the sound
Never to emerge again
A spider entered his lady's den
Thoraces were hanging everywhere
Her abdomen loomed--white and bare
Afraid, he took the thread to seek, and
Nature told him what to speak
Awed eyes sparkled in recognition, and she
Embraced him in a quick decision
Languid love followed repetition
Evening came and the moon looked down
At arachnid lovers together bound
Glared at he who lay so still
Leered at she who made the kill...But his dead
Eyes stared back, happy and filled
Traveling over sticks and stones
The wayward lover has come on home
The wind whistles and harshly blows
But even that can't drown out the sound...of arachnid love.
KitesI watch your kite disappearing -Kites2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
slowly slipping through your fingers
like a defiant act of love.
The laurel wreaths I crowned you with -
sweet Adonis to a maid,
shivering on your cool, wet skin.
I said that I could set you free
but you never would believe me.
Self-ActualizationI often forget to breatheSelf-Actualization3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Maybe because I focus too much on my body
Like tonight I spent half an hour to watch myself in the mirror
I saw a reproduction of what other people see
I never look at myself
How Can I?
My eyes Sticks firmly to my face
What I am able to see is a copy
An ordinary girl
She has a little more on the legs than most
But I can see that it does not bother her
The girl I see is wearing black rimmed glasses
They make her seem wise
But they hide her beautiful eyes
Hides the way to read her emotions
It is as if no one has seen through them yet
Seen through who she is
But the problem is not the glasses
There are no problems
I look again into mirror
She has wild indomitable red hair
It is mailbox red and certainly fake
It is like her hair tells a story
Gives a clue about what she is about
But what do I know?
Maybe I am just forming a stereotype
But there truly is something with that hair
Something about that girl I see
It is like something has happen