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 Key2 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.
Life Without SamsonLife without SamsonLife Without Samson3 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
Inside Out.Inside Out.Inside Out.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you love my insides?
You know the parts you can’t see.
The parts that constructively divide,
All the places where you can’t be.
Do you love my internals?
You know all my unexploited crevices.
All the words I leave out of my journal.
The soft tissue areas that offer no benefits.
Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know the boring and bloody parts.
The features that are not made for kissing.
The invisible strokes that add to this body of art.
You see it’s my exterior that attracts you
But it’s my interior that made this possible.
So when my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
Don’t be so swift to class me as distrusting and illogical.
I need to know and to understand.
That you truly love me for who I am.
Even the parts of me you cannot see
Because those are the places where I want you to be.
The ShowThe showThe Show3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perpetually putting on a show,
Even when cameras are not declared.
Dominating the stage with confidence.
Outshining others delivering-
A polished performance.
Invariably searching for reassurance.
Elongating ever lasting soliloquies.
Permanently in the background
Like a vampire avoiding the lime light.
A shadows confidant,
Nikon's sworn mortal enemy.
Presence is always present
But never acknowledged.
Outcast within a cast.
The omnipotent director.
Intentional but inadvertently -
Altering their plots.
Presence is felt but never seen,
Enacting what has already been.
His credentials are constantly, controversially challenged.
We all have the same script,
Our narratives are predisposed.
We just act in different ways.
Regardless whether were aware.
The camera is effectual and continually present.
The show must go on
TwistedTwisted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she twists and turns
but her soul still burns
and when contorted in this special way
he takes it all and will not stay
so she pretzels, so she twirls
but still can not fit this crazy world
this funny place of right or wrong
where up is up and down is long
where black and white are plain as day
and gray is lost to the winds of change
you see, she sees where it all went south
but still she closes her evil mouth
to open it is the cardinal sin
because from her mouth all lies begin
Dark and BrightWrite it downDark and Bright3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your deepest sorrow
The scars you have
The fear for tomorrow
Everybody has them
The memories so sweet
Turned dark and dull
No longer complete
A person missing
Still in your heart
But no where around
Maybe he left
Maybe she died
You wish they lied
Cry it out
Let it go
Write it down
Follow your flow
Feel the weight get lighter
It wont disappear
It'll be easier
But only if you dare
Put your darkest thoughts
On the brightest paper
Poem about The BeatlesMusically FreePoem about The Beatles5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking through the Strawberry fields,
Stop and listen to the music that yields.
The singer's voice attracts you near.
Beat of the drums; rhythm instantly clear.
Fragrance of strawberries drifting past,
English cologne put into contrast.
Liverpool lads all in black,
Jackets, pants and shoes out back.
Sudden serenity over comes you.
Releasing a feeling of peace anew.
"Love, love love" he sang, lighting your senses,
Experience this passion, lower your defences.
Taste a cup of fresh heart,
Listen as the notes from the bass depart.
Hear the drums and the rhythm collide.
Join in the music; grab your Ticket to Ride.
Watch as the memories grow.
Standing side by side, through the pleasant and woe.
Confusing or clear,
Rhyme or not.
Play with Ringo, laugh with John
Get wrapped around their innocence and hold on.
Toss the stones and release the dove.
Because when you're with The Beatles, all you need is love.
Wishing on a star tonightOh I'll be wishing on a star tonight,Wishing on a star tonight6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
holding myself close,
waiting for the day to come,
when all my dreams come true.
If I close my eyes tightly,
that's when I see your face,
you're smiling down on me,
just saying "hey"
I don't want this dream to ever end,
I want you by my side.
So I hold myself closely,
just waiting for that day.
I know that it is gunna be,
in the near future,
but until that day comes my way,
I'll hold my self close,
and close my eyes tight.
I AwokeI Awoke4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I awoke to silence
not a normal quiet
no, an utter lack of sound
like the absence of light
shivering in the stillness
a deafness so profound
that I choked on its' presence
the heavy air weighing me down
an engorged yet muted tormentor
that grasped me in its' bonds
my mouth was rotten with unreleased screams
body quaking in terror
the threat yet to be seen
now I know this nightmare
this suffocating pain
the cause of all my sorrows
love unending, ended
deafened, blind and dumb
to a world without him
Did They KnowDid they know?Did They Know3 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
for magdalenei think i’ve figured out the reason you’re sad all the time.for magdalene7 months 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
Sky Sky SkyFor you, angelically captivating skySky Sky Sky5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
who will always be up
even when the world has fallen down,
who will always be beyond our reach
no matter how far we stretch our hands,
though, not to say you don't love us,
you cry us tears in the rain,
you blow us kisses in the wind,
you show us your heart in rays of sunshine,
and you smile in topaz blue.
You hold the meaning of the earth,
and the love of Heaven.
You are truly perfection above.
I often lose myself in you,
and think about The One
that goes up higher than you,
somehow, just by doing that,
you're of infinite value to me.
Even when we're soaked with blood,
even when we couldn't not believe
in ourselves less,
you'll always be above,
and the power of your love will hold us up,
and put us where we belong.
If you look past your pain
and into the sky,
whether sunny or starry,
you'll see your path of destiny
in topaz blue.
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?6 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.
Ode To Aunt RoseShe was the most beautiful of rosesOde To Aunt Rose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the garden of flowers
As kind and gentle hearted
Like an angel from heaven above
She was sweet to all she met
Her smile would enlighten the heart
As she had a big heart
A light so bright no darkness can penetrate
She would always keep a secret
No matter how outrageous or simple it was
She was an angel on earth
Loved animals and people
There to help them
Whenever she could
She was my godmother
And I her niece
She would be there for me
Whenever I had a problem
She would listen and comfort me
She always knew how to cheer me up
Even when she tickled underneath my chin
For I was quite ticklish when tickled there
She was a sweet woman who I loved so dear
Every season we would make cookies
Decorate them with various sprinkles
Although sometimes I loved to help decorate
I sometimes eat the dough for it was sweet
My Aunt's cookies always came out perfect
Not burnt or not too light or gooey
They were just perfect
Even when eating one
It tasted heavenly
Fallen AngelFallen Angel6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lying on the floor
There is nothing more
To live for
Death calls to me
From the shadows
The darkness is warm
Comfort at last
The demons swarm
The thought is fast
Gone in a flash
But I know
He will wait
In the shadow
The ice recedes
My heart is free
From the black
I realize now
I will never go back
No one will ever understand
That when I reach
When I grasp his hand
I feel the peace
That otherwise abandons me
He is mostly good
Not all bad
Hes not evil
Hes just sad
We walk together
Our feet dangle
Over the edge
Hand in hand
With my fallen angel
133no tears1335 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no heartfelt pleas
no more forever light
no more future beams
now we both stand alone
on a battlefield where no battle took place
you and your castle turned prison
me and my future
i wonder why tears only stain my face
is it the loss of the dream
it is the fact that you refused to hear my screams
never stopped to wonder why my heart didn't beat
but it does now
and i am afraid
the sound is almost deafening
it pounds, shattering the bonds that kept me caged
chained to you
now i am free
listening to the hammering beat of a heart once silent
perhaps you too now are free
to be whoever it is you wanted to be
whoever that is i wish you all the best
let this mark the end
of life lesson number one-hundred and thirty-three