12. InsanityThis is crazy.12. Insanity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It sure seems hazy.
Why do I keep doing this?
Searching for elusive bliss.
I find myself ever chasing.
From one to the other, racing.
I know what will happen after.
And it sure ain't no laughter.
I can't stand how it makes one feel.
It takes a long time for me to heal.
But for some reason I still do it.
I know, stupid, I must admit.
I keep thinking this is the one.
After all this time, I've finally won.
So how come it never is?
And I just sit here with my frizz.
Why am I the one who always gets hurt?
And want to bury myself within the dirt?
Don't I deserve better?
What, no time for a letter?
Sometimes I think I might be messed up.
But then again who isn't?
My Blood, My VengeanceGranting you forgiveness, none,My Blood, My Vengeance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For what matters most is what you've done,
Don't take it too kindly,
Thinking you'll ever get away,
But alas, you are sadly mistaken,
If you think that even for a moment,
That you will ever get away,
I am patient, no more,
Crime that you committed,
Cannot be pardoned,
Your soul will not have peace,
I will hunt you down even as you plead,
I have no mercy,
I do not forgive,
I forget your crimes, not,
They are burned within my mind,
As I see the one I loved suffer,
From such an unspeakable sin,
How dare you even think,
That you could commit a crime,
Thinking it justified,
I say peace, not anymore,
I wage a war that destroys the world,
Hide, you coward, hide,
Run, you bastard, run,
Nothing on Earth,
Will restrain me,
Not even Death himself,
Your plea for mercy, denied,
I grant no forgiveness,
I grant no mercy,
I grant no relent,
For your crime is too great,
Such deed cannot be erased,
My rage cannot be replaced,
I murdered you,
For I don't forgive,
For I don
The KeyThere's a key that I've hidden away.The Key3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath the trinkets and lace.
I've kept it buried deep.
In hopes no one will find it's hiding place.
It holds treasure.
That's rarely been touched.
I've kept it hidden.
It's been shattered enough.
If by some unusual miracle.
You stumble by it's place of rest.
Hold it safely in your hands.
And never let it go.
CheersHere's to the mother who never caredCheers2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The brother and sister who wouldn't share
Here's to the teachers who never asked
The students and peers who always passed
Here's to the man who sat on the road
The homeless and weak who cracked the code
Here's to the animals who sat by my side
The big and small ones who held me as I cried
Here's to the father who wanted to know why
The nieces and nephews who waved goodbye
Here's to the counselors who wanted to hear
The faculty and staff who shed not a tear
Here's to the woman who grasped the hard truth
The doctor and nurse who labeled my papers “Ruth”
Here's to the teddy who grasped my hand
The lions and tigers who could understand
Here's to the bully who prayed for my death
The mean and cruel who still called me “Seth”
Here's to the people who prayed not for me
The good and evil whose 'morals' I couldn't see
Here's to the gates who opened their arms
The angels and guardians who meant no harm
Here's to the God who opened his
Regards sur un MondeRegards sur un tempsRegards sur un Monde2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tous se contrent sans converger,
Vers d'autres adjacents.
Ô pleurs de la mer
De voir cette Terre
Comme un cauchemar.
Visions de ce monde
Regards échangés, ressentis,
En voyageant sur l'onde.
ʆé Ƿandrere, Juillet 2013.
When Talking To DragonsWhen in the presence of a dragon...When Talking To Dragons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You must stay calm,
and let your fears wave away.
Like the gentle pull of the ocean.
They look down on you with slender eyes.
Judging your every breath.
As you shallowly take in your gasps,
like quick streams of water rushing down a steep hill.
When speaking to dragons...
You must be brave.
Act with confidence that your words speak well,
and go without vexation or indignation
For a wrong word could mean termination.
They will listen to what you have to say
with the ears of a thousand mocking birds.
Until of course you speak astray,
and the rest is left to their flaming breath
When listening to dragons...
You must behave.
Allow them their prudence and wisdom,
for dragons are the perfect beings.
And they know all.
Why do you wish, oh young one, to consult the dragons?
Is it because your lost is a world without paths?
A world so dark and without any maps?
Does the life you live serve you no happiness?
Is it your own kind to blame?
The ones w
for magdalenei think i’ve figured out the reason you’re sad all the time.for magdalene1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it has something to do with your mess of a tongue, bitten through
and scarred from the times you’ve tried to hold your words inside.
stop doing that. let them out,
they’re not worth the blood in your mouth.
neither is your parents. and i’m not going to try
and tell you that they’ll understand one day
because some moms and dads never will.
but you’re always gonna have a skyline, you’re
always gonna have something to look forward to.
believe me, the world never ends.
not even on the days you want it to.
not even on the days when you’re looking
for gods in the weirdest places, like the broken
spine of the book you’ve read thirty-four times,
the front seat of your brother’s truck, the gap growing
between your niece’s front teeth, and all the other things
you find holy.
the world doesn’t end; and for that matter, neither do you.
the only thing i learned
Agent of ChaosAgent of Chaos4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am an agent of chaos
because chaos is pure
it doest choose
it doesn't care
but in its apathy it is perfect
if a child dies so be it
if a mother cries so be it
when a bird flies so be it
its fair if its by chance
because in chance there is no choice
no choice no voice
birds will fly children die in circles Rosie we all fall down
Goodnight My LoveGoodnight My Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
goodnight my love
i no longer wish to wake
can not resist the urge to sleep
a deep death sleep
no more do i want the bright light of life
it burns my eyes
and every breath sears my throat
i choke on every inconsequential beat of my heart
goodnight my love
the dream was sweet
saccharine in its promises
but the reality sours on my tongue
it tastes of bitter anger and spoiled hope
and has become too foul to swallow
too sharp to touch
my hands bleed from holding it too tight
goodnight my love
it is not your fault
there was just too much pain
and now i will sleep it all away
hidden deep within from the bite of this cruel life
curled around what little of me is left
like a small vein of gold in a mountain
because i was golden once
When Your Lover is a MoonI love you, aware of my exile, your exileWhen Your Lover is a Moon4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Between us; clouds, wind, lightning,
thunder, ice and fire
Glad to tear myself apart
just for your eyes,
and sew you a cover from my skin
When love is big, and the lover is a moon,
do not tremble; one bird in winter nights
The tender sky touches all the scared wings
And cares for the wonderfully pale lilies
I walk on dry leaves, everyday
I create hope from that rainbow
I talk the language of trees
And I make a country from roses
Every day, I want to ride the sea,
every time they say no sailing allowed
Everyday, I build a home for our birds,
every time the floods take it away
I love you, until the day they put me out,
with eyes as wide as your skies
Until I disappear slowly, slowly
down the purple cliff
Until I feel you become some of me,
all of me
I love you
What are Books?They are carriages to another worldWhat are Books?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an escape from day to day life
Records of peoples hopes and dreams
relievers of any strife.
They can shield us from sadness
make us laugh and make us cry
They are the best friends one could ask for
they never hurt or lie.
They can tell us stories
they can teach us fact
You can travel to a whole new world
by of opening one the simple act.
Life Without SamsonLife without SamsonLife Without Samson4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I lie in front of the granite casing
Canonized by the sight of the one I love
Longing for his tender touch, to be in his reach again
I often smell the distinctive scent of his uniform
Surround myself with his garments
But only when he's not around
When he's around I must appear to be strong and stable
The constant questions of innocence and ignorance are impossible to answer
But he doesn't understand and I hope he never will
Life must continue and progress
I must now be his granite casing
To shield him from the bitterness and harshness of reality
But who will protect and support me?
Who is there to caress and look after me?
Who do I lean on and run to?
The granite casing can only do so much
But yet here I lie against it still
Even after all this time
Hoping to find strength
Did They KnowDid they know?Did They Know4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't think they realised.
Realised at one stage there words would be studied in great detail,
They just wrote
Shakespeare, Coleridge, Wordsworth, Sylvia Plath
None of them knew that some day there work would be worshipped and criticised.
They couldn't have known their words would become timeless and immortal.
Now each word has a new meaning;
A meaning which may not have been initially intended.
Its amazing how an impact of a comma can make a difference,
Metaphors explored in new ways,
Similes expanded on and questioned.
Imagery perceived through different eyes
Some try to understand the authors mindset,
Others apply there own meaning and sentiment.
Writing is personal but not necessarily biographical,
Alternate personas can be adopted.
The picture painted may not exist
No matter how much evidence we gather.
We look for things that aren't actually evident,
Things we would like to be true.
But in truth there just simply
arranged words on a page.
Hanging by a ThreadEyes stitched shutHanging by a Thread5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But sight is what I seek
Mouth closed tight
But I look for words to speak
Without a mind
My thoughts are seething
And without a pulse
I continue breathing
Skin cold as ice
For I have metal plates for bones
Cannot hear a thing
So I am left here alone
Cannot move now
So instead I lie
I am not dead
But I am not alive
Elysian FieldsElysian fieldsElysian Fields4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A brisk wind haunts the desolate temperamental sky.
One tree stands solitary against the turbulence.
They wander aimlessly among the white flowers.
Of course they avoided it, with its dark charcoal exterior,
And its multiple coarse rigid fingers.
All light seemed to gradually disintegrate the closer they got to it.
The shade of flowers change to a darker more sinister tone,
Sometimes changing to a ruby red colour.
They have no place, expressionless faces wince with frustration.
They are doomed to an eternity of bleakness,
Trapped they seek purpose, meaning.
But they almost made it
Feet stomp back and forth
'Were good enough to be up there'
Grey eyes fill with resentment.
A lifetime of nothingness is what they will have to endure.
A perpetual golden glow can be seen in the distance
And sometimes If they lean closer towards the ground.
The screams of the others can be heard along with the faint stench of burning.
An Ordinary WednesdayAn Ordinary WednesdayAn Ordinary Wednesday4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sleep is the only form of escapism,
When I awake its back to reality.
Sitting at the side of bed gazing in to a mirror.
A hairy short being stares back at me,
His hands on a keyboard typing some sort of nonsense.
Movement can be seen in the background,
A foot emerges from underneath the covers.
Her angelic frame graces my bed.
She arises randomly to kiss me and returns to her slumber.
My mind is a beehive of thoughts,
Failing is becoming an customary feeling.
Yet her kiss seems to distract me,
For a while
But I've been here before.
This time is different.
It has to be,
A broken heart is like lightning.
It never strikes twice.
The time reads 11:11,
There is work I should be completing.
But my mind is astronomically vacant,
The keys are in the ignition
But no one is driving.
George Elliot's 'Silas Marner' sits on the cabinet
Half read and not at all understood.
A love for a child can save a man's sanctity.
Or is it just love in general?
A Nintendo DS Lite is p
forever lightforever light5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
draw me into your pyramid of pain
built on the blocks of terrible torture
on a life time of loving poisoned women
have I become your new medium of melancholy
in my scarred horrific beauty and anguish
I taste familiar on your lips, like past delicacies
etch into me how they hurt you
and their mistakes I won't repeat
I will make my own mistakes of course
because I am woman in every sinful sense
sketch to me of hurt
of unending nights of pleasure
days of confusion
tell me I may be nothing
tell me I am your everything
say to me that my words pierce your heart
still your breath
kill your hopes
draw them back to me, slap me to my senses
make me see you
in the way I was never seen
in that forever light, in that future beam
no worshiping, ruling side by side
lion and lioness
king and queen
demon and temptress
bathe me in your forever lights and future beams
make me believe again
in possibilities and dreams
Last night,I broke every bone in my bodyLast night,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I could have a reason to drown
in the isolated ocean inside me.
when my dilapidated lungs finally caved in,
I swam ashore and crawled across the polluted sand.
Only glass-edged skin
and salt-licked eyelashes
can help me now.
lie to me, my lovelie to me, my love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lie to me, my love
lie because you know it's wrong
betray me, my heart
whisper false words into my soul
look at me and lie
watch the tears of deception, of love
fall endlessly from my eyes
i have broken
broken in a way that only i can fix
no more pretty perjuries
falling from your mouth
please no more
find no forgiveness in my heart
only acceptance as i now play my part
City of Burning Bridges"I've always liked the sunsetCity of Burning Bridges4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Much better than the sunrise,
But boy let me tell you, days like this,
Watching the horizon burning,
It's almost enough
To start my heart beating again."
So says, Pittsburgh
Inspired by the Greece in your eyes
I decided to anthropomorphize my deities.
Pittsburgh became a man.
Somewhere between svelte and scrawny,
Eyes some color beyond description.
But inexplicably loved.
He and I have a lot in common.
Pittsburgh became a man,
And he spoke to me through the sounds of traffic,
Until bored with his monologuing,
I talked back.
I told him,
"Looking at your skyline now,
It's okay that it will never be in a snowglobe."
I wanted to put my hand on his shoulder here,
If only I could find it.
I said "I even love the disembodied glowing logos
The floating corporate ghosts
That are all I can see through the haze.
The haze that is fog, not smog.
Pittsburgh, I understand your frustration
With that common misconception.
I know how it feels to
ApocalypticApocalyptic5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
razor blade wishes
whispered from narcoleptic lips
filled with radioactive kisses
products of apocalyptic love trips
shadows dance on walls
made from the ashes of flesh
burnt in a past memory recall
when two made one, enmeshed
back into two, split clean asunder
by nuclear reactions from love to lover
clashing anger explodes loud like thunder
showering broken tears on bodies uncovered
lonely desolate ignored new wasteland
cataclysmic conversion from desire to dust
detonated by fingers on a lover's hand
this awesomely painful weapon is the bond of trust