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
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
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?
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
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."
All Your False PromisesYou say you love meAll Your False Promises2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet you call other girls cute.
You treat me second best
Like I'm not worth a damn.
You said you won't leave
And then you changed your mind.
I hope you regret things
When I'll find someone else.
If I hadn't known better
I'd say you liked to use me
To simply make you feel better
That your ex dumped you first.
Your promises were bullshit,
You never cared about me.
If you thought I was special
Then why did you walk out?
If youIf you were the sun, I want to be your skyIf you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you were the moon, I want to be the stars
If you were a performer, I want to be your stage
If I was the moon, youd be the sun
If I was a leaf, you would be the gentle breeze that blows me away
If I was lost, would you look for me?
If love was the opening act, wed be the main event
If there was a painting, wed be the colors
If you loved me, my world would be all light.
Fallen (Like This?)Being frozen, the breath you once released is now held between your lipsFallen (Like This?)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
time stops, the only thing that moves is my beating heart
drowning, puffed out cheeks and stretched out arms
Mountain tops tall as the sun, I fall.
continuously as time and flow slows around me
I get a glimpse of the things I once ignored
Was I now what we called reborn
feels like it?
Like This I feel happy
Like this fallen, just fallen
the edge of the world seems so easy to get to
time speeds back
normal wind whips through my face
my cheeks glossy red from the cold air
I close my eyes
falling at a speed
only God can know
like a bird at flight
when it learns how to fly I spread my arms
just in seconds
I breath again
light like a feather I drop into the arms of a Diamond
strong but beautiful he had it all.
Pluck my feathers till they are all gone
one by one they release a new girl
new to th
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
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
GhostThe dream shatters around meGhost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a broken mirror.
Looking at the wreckage,
My reflection unrecognizable.
A broken image.
A broken heart.
I'm cut by the shards
As I try to piece it back together.
My blood sprinkles the surface
Like a red rain.
The mirror is whole again.
What's left of the dream.
I look at my reflection,
And tears finally begin to fall.
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
The Bride of AtlasShe met him when the world was new;The Bride of Atlas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulders
the weight of the world eternal.
A punishment made more severe
by lack of warmth from her mortal heart.
He carried his punishment made unending
as Earth's coarsened face gouged his back.
The insects and beasts stung and mauled
and the humans warred and burned his flesh.
Still he held the world atop his shoulders
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.
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.
Arachnid LoveTraveling over sticks and stonesArachnid Love2 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.
You Are Not AloneYou are not aloneYou Are Not Alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you struggling,
You have no motivation, you are fading,
You feel like you're surrounded by lies,
But I know otherwise,
I need you to think,
Let all your feelings out with ink,
I can really help you,
If you just give me the chance to,
I'm here for you and I shall always be,
You can trust me,
You can't keep on doing this to yourself,
I can't even bare the thought of being by myself,
You are beautiful, you are you,
And I love you,
So please, please don't feel bad,
You're only making me sad,
You are my friend,
And you will be until the very end,
Please feel better,
I'll be here forever.
Wake up loveHush now,Wake up love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
and you can't let them down.
VictimMenacing eyes,Victim2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of them aimed directly at me.
I roam the corridors all alone,
Dragging my head towards the tiled floor,
Not daring to lift my head up,
In fear that I may be mocked once again.
Why am I doing this to myself?
I look in mirror with disgust,
Wondering why I was created this way,
I can't keep lying to myself,
Can't keep saying I love my life when I don't.
Count on MeYou can count on me, at any timeCount on Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
regardless the place or day.
I am here for you
(even though I don't know what to say).
I'll help you
as you have ever helped me.
Together, you know, we're stronger
and we will always be.
I beg you, please, let me know
if there's anything I can do for you.
You can trust me (as I trust you),
you know it's true.
Falling Short Of The PrizeKeep on saying things are fine whenFalling Short Of The Prize2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Realistically the truth is stretched.
Ironically the betrayed becomes the betrayer;
Meddling with hot wires and devices;
Slowly a very strong heart ceases to beat.
Once she trembles and quivers with silent rage
Negativity pours rapidly from every outlet;
Falling fast, she misses the safety mat.
Undeserving of obtaining her pleading hand,
Readily your acute attention wavers to the
Young kid, deeming her as your favourite girl.
AtticI went through the attic todayAttic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to see the memories that lie.
Inside a box there was nothing
but cobwebs and fickle dust.
Yet in a corner of the room
there is the most beautiful memory,
photo albums of love
and presents from trips long ago.
I do not have to read the letters of love
for their words have long since been memorized.
A little stuffed lion
won at the circus,
shall sit in my lap
and remember along with me.
Never stitched in love this lion was,
but love was what it was meant to feel.
So as I sit and look,
from albums of old,
and presents from trips,
and letters of love,
and my lion in my lap,
I cry happy tears
at the memories that have passed.
'Darling, come downstairs!'
I can almost hear your voice shout below.
'Dear! You are never going to believe
the memories that I just unearthed.
Let's look together, and relive the old
and maybe then my tears for memories past
can become tears for something new.'