I Just Want To Be SupportedWhy can't you see?I Just Want To Be Supported3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm just being me.
Do you want me to flee?
So you can finally be free?
Of this nuisance called me.
So you can be proud of another?
Maybe my brother.
How can I please you mother?
Do you want me to say,
I'm not gay?
You tell me I'm a stray.
And that you'll pray.
But you don't understand.
This was unplanned.
I'll take you by hand.
And show you where I stand.
DistanceWhat is distance between two lovers?Distance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is just a number,
An obsticle to be overcome.
So why the big deal?
Why all the fear?
On a map
It does not look like much
There you see the truth:
Distance is not much.
Just a drive
Just a plane.
What are a few miles,
A few dollars
To gaze upon
The one you love.
It is a miniscule sacrifice
To look into eachothers eyes.
A small price for
a long-awaited embrace.
A worth-while wait
To kiss that beautiful, porcilen face.
Wave The Red CloakYou try to steer me with your red cloakWave The Red Cloak2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I'm not here to entertain.
You lock me in your dungeon
but I'll break free from my chains.
You lash and crack your whip
but the beast cannot be tamed.
You withdraw food and water
but on vengeance, I'm sustained.
My withered body rises up
like a corpse from its grave.
I fling your whip into the sea
and watch it float away.
Liberated in every sense
I boast of my escape
by waving your scarlet cloak
in your bloodied, beaten face.
.i dream of drowning in.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lakes, belly up, a petal
shaped bruise of your thumb
on either wrist
i dream that what lays
in my bed is so much
more terrifying than what
lurks underneath it
Memories from the MoonlightMemories from the Moonlight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
--------Memories from the Moonlight---------
☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ❤ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽
Dancing underneath the moon,
Its shining touch,
Remembrance of life and love,
All to be forgotten,
In the blink of an eye,
as long as the wind whispers on my back,
The howls of the night whispering softly in my ear,
The memories of time gently fading,
The black and white photo dusty and broken,
Slowly aging as time trickles by,
How many minutes go by?
How many seconds have left the serenity?
Will everything be forgotten?
Only Time may tell...
Will hearts still be true?
And the wind still guiding me?
As one sits...
As one waits...
As one dances underneath the moon...
In hopes to find its lost memories of time.
MirrorsAvoid like the PlagueMirrors3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They show what I truely am.
What i dislike most.
What I feel I am
What I truly want to be
It does not show it.
If only I could
Show the world what's inside me
All would be amazed.
One day it'll happen
Then I can look in mirror
I will see myself.
PropagandaPropaganda2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is true
You can make the Society you want
by being the mouthpiece of it
and complain about everything you don’t like that the other 313.9 million
are doing that you don’t like
you alone are our savior
your mouthpiece will change them all
to as you want
so get your mouth ready
and prepare to
TransitBound to the rail. Is that why this train cries sparks as it offers to take me away? Because it knows it can only run that rail? Or does it know it is not a train segregated from its rail? Can you be a train unbound from a rail?Transit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She tries, but no words yet.
So I have become? To riddle as the sweltering mad moon, who leans his chin on glass skin spires and winks atop their crowns?
But still questions, even in the light?
Now that I have kissed his Absurd mien as my own, who will believe me? Will the unknown hear me? Are they too much what he was?
Still 'neath streets tasting homeless vinegar and velvet pools blazing byzantine and citrine with tears of unborn flame.
Streetlamps parade their honeysuckle dresses.
Void stipples its sable neck with icy atoms.
Wait in bureaucratic cues phone, water, power, imagination.
Arterials bleed, metro bowls teem toward homes.
Once GhettoCuando canta el tecoloteOnce Ghetto3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
un indio muer.
No es cierto,
When a raving ambulance circles the wrong block six times;
When a pitbull slips its chain to snip at the absent Man;
When an open window hushes the folks through the low-income walls;
When late practice runs past nine and the Audi won't start;
When the one a.m. metro trundles lit past a stop;
When a hot gust rips the screen door open for the rest of the night;
My brother dies.
None of this is true
but it happens.
I grew up near downtown. It was the suburbs,
but the metro buses kept the city heart close.
First I lived on the east side of 35th avenue.
That road defined you,
cut us all with property values.
Etched it into us as we played in the yard,
the deadliest stoplight in town
staunching the fluid traffic like timed plaque damming cells.
Stopping hearts that tried to cross.
When my grandmother got Alzheimer's
Perfect DollYou're molding me into your perfect dollPerfect Doll3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just like you changed them all
You really have no shame, do you?
But it's easy for you this time
Because the last one was just like I
Maybe even more similar too
First we get the haircuts
Then we get the other looks
Next we have the personality too
Well I'll tell you one thing
You may think that you're changing me
But you certainly have another thing coming
I'm always going to be myself
Cherish that and nobody else
Because if you say you love me, be true
But go on with this little charade
And I will laugh it off one day
In the end you'll have all the misery
And I will be pleased.
A small cut...My small hope runs dryA small cut...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The blade opens red rivers
The pain, for now, hides.
The Final PieceThe final piece is loadedThe Final Piece4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The final piece is covered
The final piece is full
Of the souls who died
The final piece is moving
The final piece is talking
The final piece is telling
Of the day of tears
September the 11th 2001
The day the planes crashed
Into the buildings two.
The day of death and tears
The final piece is left
A single reminder of death
The lives taken away
The lives left behind
The dead would tell us
Of what they felt and saw
As the seconds passed forever
We are now left to carry on
The final piece is gone
People are still dying
A hole remains in the ground
And in the living
Killing only begets more killing
The final piece is the memories
The memories of that day
The day the two made tears fall
Replaceable.Replaceable.Replaceable.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They wanted a no hoper.
Someone they could fold and mould to their liking
And with him being a self perpetuating loner.
The situation seemed too compellingly inviting.
They took advantage of his good nature.
They kept adding to his already overflowing plate
And they were not the type to ever return the favour.
He saw this transaction as a contraction of them becoming mates.
They would lie to his face and talk behind his back.
Setting him tedious tasks that were initially refused by others.
This then artfully allowed them to dart off track and slack.
Why is it that the insecure and pure are the ones that suffer?
And when he was no longer able to endure.
He was ripped out and shipped out immediately.
By a surplus of others who are willing to take up his chores.
This is a practice that is predestined to be replayed repeatedly.
Is this really the way this ruptured world is structured?
Do the absolutes prey and on the vulnerable and feeble?
Who is the person responsible for thi
...Dear...Dear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a confession. You are some salty living creatures made from the natural bodies of humans. You have the capability to illustrate the strong, dignified and dynamic nature of one's mental state. You are mankind's frienemy. We hate you and yet we love you; such a condescending relationship we share with each other, don't we?
Joy, love and empathy,
Happiness, pride and sympathy,
You come in different flavors.
Loneliness, heartbreak and depression,
Freedom, irritation and frustration,
You have your favorites.
A confusing mystery,
A challenging soul,
You are a puzzle;
But so important
Your presence makes a difference and yet your absence even more,
Without you, one's heart is a bore.
Love and LiesLove and Lies2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
As I sit in my corner and think about your lies
I have nothing else to do but break down and cry
You knew it would end
You knew it would die
You knew one day we’d have to say goodbye
You told me you loved me
You told me you cared
But the rage inside had slowly flared
The moments we shared replay in my head
Along with all the sweet lies you said
You thought it was a game
You thought you’d win
But in the end you felt nothing within
Deep down inside there was a big empty space
That I now realize you couldn’t replace
Something about you helped me see
That without love I’m finally free
Free from pain
Free from lies
Free from having tear filled eyes
Without your love I finally see
All the horrid things you’ve come to be
In tribute to Chun LiIn any country she will fightIn tribute to Chun Li3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For reasons always right
In her traditional dress of blue
She will stand by what is true
Any evil that arises can easily be fixed
By one graceful barrage of kicks
Adorable and charming but never squeamish
She will not start a fight but be its finish
This is a force no criminal can beat
Only Chun Li can be so strong and sweet
If I kiss youWhat if I kiss you?If I kiss you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I pull you close?
And whisper you the truth
Will you say “I love you”?
Because you shine light into this dark room
I wish I could turn the whole world to slow-mo
Just so I could see this beautiful flower bloom
Maybe then you’d see how much you mean to me
I go on my days with my heartfelt thoughts
Warmth is what you’ve brought into my feather heart
And all of this just feels like the start
I know that one day, we will never be set apart
Blues Singer in a Dingy PubBeneath the rain and burnt-black doorBlues Singer in a Dingy Pub2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Golden letters rim the entrance to the bar
Bronze flickers within, glints on the scars
Across the windows, carved by the rain
And the curved rows of saxophones inside
Humming voices deep as velvet clouds
Drenched in honey and angel tears
Mourning what we cannot understand
Unfurl wings of gossamer and flit like amber
Shadows of whiskey, shadows of brandy
Shadows of a woman on a hardboiled stool
A christmas candy in her hair, furs across
Slender shoulders, evening dress a glimmer
Of violet pinned with pearls, emeralds
Frozen absinthe crying from her ears
She parts lips so blue that all colors
Collide against it blindly and mirror
That open-mouthed terror; shark skin
In tropical water in the dead of night
Blue. Until the veins beneath sunset wilt
From red to blue in ghoulish delight
And candle flames melt into grey bubbles
Floating from that Blue that is drifting
From her lips and binding each coiling tune
Drifting from the saxophones, until they
Little MonsterChange into a human,Little Monster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one will notice what you used to be.
Slip under their noses and pretend,
You're not who you used to be.
Hear the words until you believe them,
Listen to what you tell yourself until you turn the lies into a truth.
Now you're free of everything,
You can be what you wanted to be.
No longer a craving for innocents blood.
No longer a desire for the death of another.
Free of this curse you are,
Fall in love.
Do what you wish.
Nothing felt better than a soft,
Know not of what you don't see,
Lose track of the way you breathe.
Cross out your heart and hope to die,
Throw the blackened thing aside.
Cure the pain and hide.
You never have to share the secrets inside,
It rushes back,
You can't stop it.
You can't hide.
It wasn't enough.
You can't be human Little monster.
You aren't good.
You never were.
You can't keep running.
This is who you are.
You can't be human.
Body Speak, Mouth Don't."I need a favour. You got a minute?"Body Speak, Mouth Don't.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No. No I don't.
My heart feels ripped out of my chest and trampled on too often.
My ears open to screams in the morning.
My eyes close crying every night.
My mind always turns dreams into nightmares.
My lungs contract too soon for me to catch my breath.
My worries far outweigh my years.
My brain feels overworked, overwrought, so tired.
My stomach cramps every night and I curl up in pain.
My knees weaken often but I'm still standing.
My mouth goes dry and I can't speak.
My hands dampen because I have too much to think about.
My bones feel weaker than they ever have before.
But I don't think it's anything to be worried about, really.
"Sure. How can I help you?"
ASYLUMAsylum:ASYLUM3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I scrape my hands upon the ground,
Staring at my cell.
I wonder why I'm trapped inside,
This vivid living hell.
I've heard the voices calling out,
Maybe they're in my head...
I wonder where my cell-mates are,
Maybe they are dead...
Time has no meaning in this place,
Nor does the word of day and night,
The food is simply human flesh,
It will give you quite a fright...
Upon a chair they strap me down,
They open my eyes and make me shiver,
They pull out a scalpel and many knives,
The sight alone, it makes me quiver.
They inject me with a strange chemical,
The world does fade to black.
I wake up in my cell again,
And hear the sound clink-clack!
Lo, they left the door unlocked,
Unhinged it's time for freedom.
Release me from this horrid prison,
It is a place devoid of reason!
Demons chase me in the halls,
A laughing chef with a chainsaw calls.
It splutters and thirsts for my blood of life,
But I'd rather die by the kitchen knife!
"I wonder if I ever said goodbye to my
KissKnees bend, hands shake,Kiss3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lips part, hearts break,
Blood pumps, thoughts fly,
Bodies melt, worries die,
Heads swim, fingers touch,
Tongues rub, clothes bunch.
Testosterone and estrogen,
We fit like a glove, so...
Kiss me again, love?