See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No EvilClose your eyes
and count to three
If you can't see it
it's not there
Floating in a space that does not exist in your world
watch the black on back of your eyelids
as it paints a perfect childhood
there are no bruises to be seen
when your eyes are closed
Cover your ears
scream at the top of your lungs
if you cannot hear it
there couldn't have been a sound
Sound waves canceled out
sent back to where they came
bouncing off the back of your hands
swallowed up by your gaping mouth
Yelling in the kitchen ceases to exist
smashing beer bottles and cries to stop
are only things of the imagination
If you don't talk about it
it never happened
broken ribs and black eyes
Suppressed memories can make the silence deafening
after watching her bleed out on the floor
there is nothing left to say
Maybe I see broken glass scattered around her
maybe I hear him disappear
maybe I say goodbye
Before he left me to clean up his mess
he taught me how to cope
If you can't see it, it's not the
A cupboard full of dreamsA cupboard full of dreamsA cupboard full of dreams6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is all thats left in my kitchen.
You took sugar, salt and spice
and left me monsters, castles and knights
to cook our meals with.
Cant you see this isnt enough?
You say youll be paid some day,
and till then, well survive, somehow.
But the cupboard is empty to all but us,
and to me, its contents are fading.
You built good dreams
they lasted longer than all the others.
What kind of preservatives did you use?
I bet it was sugar and lemon and love.
You knew that this way, Id never get enough.
One or the OtherIt's not one or the otherOne or the Other3 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
Suffocate MeJust hold tighterSuffocate Me3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
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
Home is where the heart is.Where do I go whenHome is where the heart is.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
My heart is a blackened hole
A cave in my chest
My HeartSeparated by distanceMy Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Longing to be with you.
In my thoughts when I sleep
And when I awake I find you there
You find your way into my mind.
To everything else I am blind.
No matter what I think of you.
Remembering you smile, your face.
No one will ever have another place in my heart.
Mother NatureTree ring eyesMother Nature3 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
Stereotype MeYou try to make me fit into your stupid thoughtsStereotype Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as one thing
I am only a thing to you
something you can fit into a category
I am a cheerleader
that must mean I'm stupid or popular
Just because I wear black clothes
and eyeliner I am goth
And every day I read books
Which makes me automatically a nerd
I don't have tons of friends to hang out with
so now I am a loner
To you I am an object
that you can place
where you see fit
I am much more than that
in every way
I am a cheerleader
and so much more than that
I am me
so just try
to stereotype me
DaddyDaddy,Daddy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
aren't you proud of me?
Haven't I done enough Daddy?
Am I not your little girl?
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
but can you please come back?
I promise I'll do better.
I promise I can be perfect.
Don't you love me?
Look I drew you a picture,
will you come home now?
Where did you go?
Please come back.
Mommy says you don't care anymore
but I know it's not true.
It can't be true.
You don't even call anymore.
You said you loved me
and that I was your princess,
then why aren't you here?
Please come home.
I want my Daddy back.
lemon cakethis house isn't made out oflemon cake7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a mess. this house is
made out of:
a sinking bathroom floor
because she sighs and i
lose count. shower curtains
you need to water and rust
that doesn't wash out
of the tiles.
it is made out of:
a telephone made for hanging
up because she doesn't
want to talk to her sister.
and mirrors to remind you
you are a beautiful
it is made out of:
sorry notes and scribbles and
a windy day. it sits next to
the other houses made of
secrets and sorrow and stories
and rooftops and bathroom
it is made out of:
kitchen tiles, too. they are
black and white and white and
an under the bed, where we used
to kiss and dust and more dust
that keeps coming back
when you clean it.
it is made out of:
coffee stains and peeling wallpaper
and a cracking ceiling where i
hang my stars.
it is made out of:
why did you forget to call your
why did you forget to hang the
it is made
WifeI see you there.Wife3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing eyes and dancing hair.
Your soul is deep. Your rules are steep,
and still I put up with you.
Your beauty sparkles in the day.
I hope you never go away.
Dear Parents:Strike the soft skin of your children; leave marks.Dear Parents:1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go on: show them how hard they must become
to be like you.
Mold them to be mindless: coach them to react
with fists; make them believe that words have
Shape them into an almighty monster: modern man.
Destroy their purity and imagination by damning them
with absurd words of a god who previous men
Teach children to follow a leader, and to not ever
break the circle they belong to, so society never
Above all: train them to question love, even your own.
She's Already LeftI'm doneShe's Already Left3 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
A Sterile GraveOne hospital bedA Sterile Grave3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Filled with blank eyes, leaving marks
On pristine white walls
Cutting AwayWeirdCutting Away3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or do I just seem uninhibited
making myself into this
Polite, friendly on top
quiet and a little off underneath
most of my time spent thinking
But I can never come to a conclusion
where do I lie?
on the other side maybe
then again I could still be here
Hanging on by threads
slowly being cut away by society
how cliche that sounds
No, it's not society
but even I didn't expect who really held the knife
chopping the ropes I clung to
Hopes for a mistake
a glitch in the process of thought
leading me to this undenyingly painful ending
that has hurt me in ways I have yet to understand
I wait in the clouds
becoming quieter, more distant
trying to find another solution to the maze
a weed hacker perhaps
Cutting away everything as if it doesn't matter
ripping down his face
I am lost
lines blurred by my incessant...trimming
my labyrinth has become endless circles
going around each other
An exit has to be made
so now I will dig
going down and down
deeper into my own mind
Abortion - Dead Before BornToday, I will face my indelible deathAbortion - Dead Before Born6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My life will be silenced, though I am still unborn
My Mommas eyes, stained with sorrow
As she wipes away the tears, her cheeks have worn
But she promises to herself, that she wont mourn
For I am a product of her illegitimate mistake
A consequence of a love, forbidden and torn
And eradicating me is her only route of escape
Though there is no glimpse of light where I am hidden
I know the world beyond this womb is filled with colour
That there is transcendental beauty my eyes will never see
And a life I will never have the chance to savour
Defenselessly I will descend to ashes
By a remorseless choice made from shame
My loveless existence will be aborted
And my fathomless dreams, buried in a grave
Never will I consume my first breath of air
Or experience the effervescence of laughter
Never will I know the meaning of love
Or envision my future from hereafter
If only at this moment, I was given a voice
To speak to Momma and comfort her woes
Maggots in the MorgueIs it the spark or the twinkle in the eyeMaggots in the Morgue3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I eat?
dreams and hopes now faded
being devoured by my minuscule mouth
all metaphorically of course
I eat the actual eye
dull and glassy
marbles polished with a gray layering of dust
in a now vacant mind
I start at the pupil
a small black hole waiting to swallow me up
maybe I will eat some of the iris too
but not to much
as not to overindulge
considering that is the best part
Brown, green, blue
a mix of all or none
but always different
unique, some may call it
but it all tastes the same in the end
After that I start going straight through
never mind the glossy white surroundings
the soft squishiness on the inside is so much better
As I lay there
chewing on the tender veins and juices
I think about how this place is supposed to be like the holder of emotions
the place where you can see anger, sadness, or happiness on the rare occasion
That's what you think you may see
when the eye was still blinking
But now it is lifeless
Not AbuseSome days,Not Abuse9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She just wishes he would hit her;
She just wishes he would beat her;
She just wishes,
He'd abuse her.
As do cuts,
But nothing shows,
Who gives a fuck?
It's not abuse if you don't have a cut.
Forgotten DreamsI'm so tiredForgotten Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes nearly closed
soon to be sealed tightly for dreams to be exposed
Can you see it?
the way they drop like wilting flowers
the lids gently caressing
coaxing my mind into sleep
by cutting off the world
I want to sleep so badly
it is just out of reach
due to the constant thoughts running me in circles
through my head
What of tomorrow
or the next day
am I ready to face everything
Or will my non-existent world come crashing down
shattering into what used to be
Letting the cold seep into my bones
surrounding me with lost memories
and forgotten truths
But my eyes are still drooping
unable to heed the warnings of my rescuer
I can't seem to care about myself any longer
I have to care about so many others
even if they are unaware of my worried half-lidded gaze
Maybe if dreams turn to nightmares
I can wake up still blissfully ignorant
the memory of it faded to blackness
with my now conscious mind
So now I will allow the sleep to fight off the cold
in hopes for some more forgotten
PoetryThere is something about poetryPoetry11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that loosens the soul
it evokes strong feelings
it never gets old
it is pure emotion
feelings that do not waver
bottled up inside
waiting for the right paper
bright and cheerful
gloomy and sad
loving and tender
hateful and mad
it doesnt matter
whatever the mood
a poem can be found
that will fit the groove
that you cannot see
when reading greatness
that thing called poetry
.throw my bones.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the fire just
to warm up your
there and wonder
why you're always
AideenAideen wasn’t anything like me. Stubborn as ever, she’d insistAideen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
saying something about an inferno in her flesh,
a savage electricity sparking in her skeleton.
For weeks she’d persist, sprawling across the kitchen floor in hysterics.
She kept muttering about bullets, something about gunpowder lungs
and inevitable ignition.
And all I could do was sit and soothe her, attempt to expunge these imagined notions from her mind. But stubborn little Aideen rejected my words as folly, retching out words like shrapnel and shellshock.
“Gasoline. Unpredictability tensed between my tissues.
Napalm slithers through my ventricles; hissing, itching to escape.”
A supernova shriek singing through her teeth,
She softens then she pauses
to notice ashes at her feet
"The useless remains of what used to be alive."
You and MeI want someone who can hold me tight,You and Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And help me go to sleep at night.
I want someone to keep me warm,
And hold me through the summer storm.
A friendly face, a happy place for us to go.
Down by the lake we won't quake even when it's cold.
Because we're together now and forever
You and Me together.
secrets1.secrets7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you secretly want her faults so
you can have something to say
you were like her, you have
something of hers. only
i think her faults skipped you
and went straight to me. i
like to collect things i'll
never touch again, collect thoughts
and collect pasts only to
stash them in the cupboard
so i dont open the doors.
its the silences in between
that makes me think of her. and
i think of her everyday
i do i do. i even started
wearing her pocket watch
again because it makes me
feel like im doing something
i know you deserved
half of me
remember the days i was
lonely and i was terrible and
i was mean and i was.
i was not your
i was not i was not and im
sorry, so so sorry.
you dont need to shout for
me to listen. i'll listen
even if you
whisper. even if you
say nothing at all.
i like to keep secrets and i
guess im like my grandma, li
Lonely CliffI stand atop this lonely cliff,Lonely Cliff3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my hand with yours,
your lips my lips.
We look along the ocean line.
The waters blue your heart is mine.
I see the grass and all the sun.
I look at you, your hair blows far.
You shine in life just like a star.
This lonely cliff these pretty rocks.
Remind me of your curly locks.