LifelikeCan butterflies sing?
Can ladybugs cry?
If snow falls down,
do leaves have to die?
Until too much brightness can burn your eyes,
maybe to stay inside is a good advice?
Maybe all the truth should be hidden in the maze,
Until one of us has found its place?
Is it possible you can sing?
Is it possible you can cry?
Will you fall down?
Or will you just die?
Life's NatureRunning water,Life's Nature7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And salty seas,
What it is,
That keeps me going.
Its what I sow.
New in turn,
It starts to burn.
Trees on fire,
Ill never know,
Where I am,
Where Ill go.
A scary thing,
And Birds sing.
And salty seas,
The scene in life I wish to find,
Hoping it wont take much time.
October 18, 2008
minister'good morning,' the reverend bellowsminister3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'what a lovely collection of idols
we have gathered today'
they're a spectacle of a scatter plot on the pews
the bronzed hypocrisy of saved men sitting still,
saints on the neutral ground of benches
is an inconsistency i'll struggle
to reconcile with the jacob's ladders of rough-hewn grace
swooping in on souls or spirits
which have proven to be untouchable
not for sale in even the blackest of markets
speak, preacher. preach. i've always listened piously
and i'm not yet thinking of sunday dinner:
will the chicken be hot will the apple crisp burn
i mimic transcendence of the physical
i, being the gatherer, have bypassed the stone age
for lyres and flutes and lips; our white robes-
i suppose they suit me.
i imagine my forehead set in the grave constitution
of a saint who worries not about the anticlimactic
pressure of dry, even lips
contrasting my graphic fire-fantasies,
devil's work unfit for a faithful child
preacher, name your text.
i'm not a salem
Happy Songs on the RadioI don't write about happy things.Happy Songs on the Radio3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't listen to songs about romance.
I can't feel what the artist is singing so passionately about.
The longing to know what it's like makes me want to scream and shout.
The way people write and lace words together,
About how happy and perfect they see the world.
Has always been a stranger to me.
I wish I could see,
The way you did.
I really do.
I wish I could feel the same way as you.
To be able to hear the lyrics,
'I love you'
And picture someone to match those three words.
I wish I could hear these songs,
About how everything is perfect.
Absolutely nothing is wrong.
But I can't.
I hear those songs and I feel empty.
Because I can't feel what they're saying.
And I keep listening,
But I am just wasting my time
Trying but failing to relate.
When I hear the songs on the radio.
They make me squirm in my seat.
I feel happy but sad.
Something so bitter sweet.
Because part of me feels so happy for the person.
Who sings so happily.
But another, darker half.
Words Are Powerful ThingsYou’re so angryWords Are Powerful Things3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You let words swarm up inside.
Screaming to get out.
They yell and shout.
They sit there,
Turning into horrid things that should never be even whispered,
In the softest tone.
You get so angry
Cause you’re so afraid.
Like so many other people
You let your fear burst into rage.
The monstrous words inside of you
Refuse to remain in their cages.
You let those words escape your lips,
All of the sudden you feel like your words have killed someone.
As you see their face.
Words are suddenly bullets.
They’ve pierced your victim’s heart.
Fragments of a once pretty, friendship scatter on the floor.
The pieces so broken, I doubt you could find all of the shards to make it whole again.
There’s a slamming of a door.
Whether that be real,
Or just a metaphor.
To say you’ve been locked out,
From this once dear friend of yours.
I hope one day.
You’ll find better words
To form a key.
So you can find your way back to them.
PleaseI eagerlyPlease2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As She Gathers Herself,
Golden, Honey Drip
Down Her Back And I
My Face In Her In An
High and shiver with
Bliss and Drop To My
Blinking Blue Droplets of
She Just Powders Her
And Pushes Me
So I Begin To
Then I Feel My
Begin To Beat
To A Beautiful Woman's
She Winks And I
For The One And Only
She Names Me
At Those Who Go
Her And She Says That
AutisticYes I said it, I'm autisticAutistic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not more then you and not less
I think the same as you, sometimes a bit simplistic
I even slightly like, that I must confess
Sometimes people say I'm retarded
I let them do it, I don't care
I might be the person who is disregarded
When I get insulted I only stare
I know the truth
I'm no different from anybody else
Though I might have had a different youth
I will never change
That's something I know for sure
I think that it would be quite strange
I will stick to who I am
We can change what we stand for, but not who we are
Frightful MeetingShe ran into the woods aloneFrightful Meeting2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Until she reached an ancient stone
A forgotten giant's ashen bone
Overgrown by moss and firs
Where there was the love of hers
But not joy guided her today
Not happiness showed her the way
As rain fell from a sky led gray
Saltwater ran down her face
When she reached their meeting place
Adorned with a ruby red stain
A body awaited her slain
Causing such unbearable pain
Whom she'd given her heart to
Now had his own cut in two
Jelousy, the bitter passion
This cruel scenery did fashion
Where he ended up as ashen
and cold as the stone and sky
Made the loved girl want to die
Every Person is UniqueEvery Person is Unique2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
People are amazing things,
They don't have fins or even wings.
But what makes them amazing is that each one is unique,
And even though good looks are what some seek,
I go by the person, not whether they are chic.
Every person is different and has a personality,
That comes with their own special mentality.
Whether they are short or tall,
To-die-for handsome or ugly as a wall,
Just remember this one life technique;
Every person is unique.
the last poem i write about my depressioni want you to know that it took me yearsthe last poem i write about my depression3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to figure out the worst part. cause, sure, there’s
so many bad parts, there’s so many moments
when dragging air through your mouth feels
like letting in all the water. your body becomes
your own battlefield, your mind—the most
ruthless enemy. it does not cut corners.
it will not spare you. it will leave
no summer-tinted memory untouched.
every exit sign looks like a suggestion.
if you ask someone if they are happy they will say yes
but they will not look you in the eyes.
you will never learn how to feel permanent.
you will drink grape juice and try to remember how it felt
to be holy. you will not think of yourself as wholly,
you are not complete. something vital is missing.
some dark monster has been feasting on you
when you lay down for sleep.
these are bad moments. these are scars that mar your skin
like tattoos that have too much meaning, like a map
of all the dirt roads you’ve walked down.
some days i can
MessEverywhere I goMess2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every single place
The troubles seem to grow
Every smiling face
Eventually frowns with woe
Why can't I do
I just screw
Up everything despite
The happiness I try to spew
Is it me
Am I the source of this ache
Does the pain flow free
Is this what I make
Should I go away and hide
Never to see others
Or the outside
But would I stop another's
Pain and be the only one that ever cried
What is a life with no grey
When everyone is sad
I'd give it all away
It wouldn't be that bad
I would finally be able to say
I saved a life
ReincarnationCould you ever love me twice?Reincarnation3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
ImagesI had a dream that I was dead.Images2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most of the faces I did not recognize.
There was a room; and a voice.
I felt like I shouldn't have been there.
There were so many people, and I was scared.
There was a familiar face in the endless crowd;
Someone from long ago.
They were smiling.
And then the room was gone.
I was stood in a park, in the rain.
It was so sad, but beautiful too.
The ground was covered in dead leaves,
and I could hear trees rustling in bitter wind.
There was thunder, but I wasn't scared.
I wanted to stay there forever, in the rain.
I had a dream that I was alive.
Falling in love with the idea of loveSometimes we dream of a loveFalling in love with the idea of love9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that we think we deserve.
We meet someone and pin
all our hopes on this
particular someone -
they begin to fill our world,
for our eyes are focused
only on their movements.
Sometimes we dream of a love
that appears only in movies.
There is no common sense,
no logic whatsoever.
It's not that you have poor memory,
just that you only remember
things about that certain someone.
Sometimes we dream of a love...
so much that we make a terrible mistake -
we fall in love with the idea of love,
instead of falling in love
with this certain someone.
And after all this time
thinking that you loved
this certain someone -
you realise that...
maybe you've never actually loved.
there's something fatal about coughing up verse.i got written up for writing poetry on the desksthere's something fatal about coughing up verse.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't think they liked the language i used
when i wrote how my heart was beating
like headboards against the walls of people fucking
at 3 am to the sounds of joy division
whenever you read me paintings at dawn.
they were going to send me to the counselor,
but i said my therapist probably wouldn't like that,
so they just let me go.
but this saturday, when i'm cleaning lives off of every desk in school,
i'll just be thinking how much i'd rather be sitting on your roof
and laughing when we argue about rimbaud
and sighing as we start to die.