well, if I squint my eyes
like I used to
from the back of streetcars,
when I was three foot
Or like that show we watched
in my early summers
in your parent's bedroom
The season returns
and darling dahlias
And fragrant are
But you were
a paper rose
for an evening
I wonder where we
At times I think
it's a vain pursuit
stuff they sell
all over the place,
is out of stock.
Perhaps I'm wrong,
but you were right
Desserts are served
in the end
they're the best,
The veal, and venison
and lamb in vinegar,
are in the freezer
How quaint and sweet
it was to eat
my ice cream
on a wintry night.
HeartI left my heart's door open,Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But no one walked in.
I laughed but no one laughed with me.
All that's left is a symphony.
It's coming from the back of my heart.
I'm waiting for someone to hear it.
Will you listen?
CovalentThese milestones are getting closerCovalent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Markers of the end
I can't live with
Yet one I've created
I break everything there is
These bonds between people
Shattered by my existence
All these last pieces of you
Are falling from my grasp
Like you before them
I can't keep hold
The last time I held you
Is burned into my mind
A reminder of who I had
A reminder of who I love
A reminder of who I've lost
Friend Zone.Friend Zone.Friend Zone.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just can never seem to get it right.
How can she say that I am not her type?
After the constant phone calls and the facebook messages
And listening to you talk about all of your annoying relatives.
I thought that you and I could’ve been something.
I know now you think all guys are just after one thing.
Especially after the last guy and what he did to you
And I thought since I was the person you came running to.
That maybe, eventually there could be something between us
And you would believe me when I say I am not thinking of my penis.
When I say I long to hear your voice, even if it's only for a little while
And I love the way your delicate dimples develop whenever you smile.
I even love the way you chew your nails wildly whenever you’re nervous.
So when my suppressed feelings for you begin to pierce through the surface
And I confess all of the affection held captive in my chest.
You say that you love me but you can only see me as a best...
This where the mem
May Fair LadyMay Fair Lady LucyMay Fair Lady3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I caress her pale skin,
That flakes with every kiss.
My hands on her butt.
My fingers clasp her outline.
Her company is expensive.
I am one of many who crave for her.
She has multiple partners.
I can smell her stench everywhere.
Our relationship must end eventually.
Her kiss will erode my heart.
Claiming lives is her fetish.
Everyone warns me not be with her.
But I lust for unreliable presence.
She has a bewildering hold of me.
My addiction always takes control of me.
Without her I cannot breathe.
But with her I will stop breathing.
That's why she cannot leave.
Because I will be the one that ends up leaving.
ContradictionContradiction.Contradiction3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have the audacity to call me a hypocrite.
When you can also be classed as a syndicate.
It's easy to judge someone objectively.
When it comes to it you choose what to forget selectively.
I'd be lying if I said I this situation has not affected me.
Too hasty to label and condemn others.
When you sleep keeping the truth under the covers.
In the morning the lies emerges and everyone suffers.
I'm left lieing in a bed of illusions thinking your friends are my brothers.
My actions offend you and I apologise.
When your actions offend me, you refuse responsibility and colonise.
My eyes have been exposed and this truth has left me traumatized.
This injustice is displayed regularly but no one ever gets penalised.
Now what was once assumed has now forced me to think twice.
Double standards have revealed their identity.
Confused me to the point where I'm no longer sure of things are meant to be.
This virus has spread worldwide and no one can be bothered to find the remedy.
It Is (Depression)It is a shroud of black velvet.It Is (Depression)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is the violent ocean in the dead of night.
It is the monster in the shadows; the Vashta Nerada.
It is the final crash of symbols in Carmina Burana.
It is impossible to lift.
it is impossible to breathe.
It is impossible to see.
It is the only thing that can be heard.
It is why the stars disappear at night.
It is why every light drifts by without stopping.
It is why the gnawing starts and never ceases.
It is why nothing else matters in the end.
It is my disease.
It is my disability.
It is my misfortune.
It is my death sentence.
MoneyMoneyMoney3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say money talks
Yet they wonder why I'm silent.
They say money brings you happiness
Yet they wonder why I'm so negative.
They say money opens doors.
sultry liquid powerfulsplashedsultry liquid powerful2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dark red satin
draped on hourglass
in her steps
and I buy it
a glass of wine
My FavouriteShe is my favourite.My Favourite2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No siren song marks me deeper.
There is nowt but dust between us.
She is the herald of my thoughts,
The anthem of my days
She knows all my knowings well.
She is tense and bitter
when I must wear my Brave Face.
She weeps when I may not.
She pours her secrets, vermillion,
From ink to blotted page
So I may toss them aside, and breathe.
She is my favourite,
She who unmarvels me marvellously.
She who whispers in my tongue.
ConstellationShe is dream dust,Constellation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too bitter or wise
for her own good.
A timeless dragon's soul
somewhere inside a
scaled shell, burning
the silence in her bones
alive, honeysuckle sweet.
She collects fireflies only to
set them free at 3am,
crying to an uncaring moon.
& she's begging for the stars
to take her away,
make this house a home
rigged in the sky.
She is already naked fever
swimming through the cosmos
& I orbit her.
WinterlandWinterlandWinterland2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Winter Only World" Contest
On a planet more remote than X,
Almost unseen by our telescopes,
Where no manned raft would ever go,
Thereat no complex organism would survive
Upon a surface of frozen ice and snow_
Ice in columns and myriad shapes,
Snow in glaciers as on Earth
And air colder than an Earth winter wind.
Remoter from our Sun and all its warmth
Dark and still as surrounding space
Any man who sets his feet
Would freeze instantly and there remain
Happy New Year, loveSuddenly, the nights seem to end so much quicker and the days just keep dragging onto forever. Futility overcomes me as I continue being spread too thin and snap. I am caught in these moments where I finally forget all the rules, all that need not- cannot be spoken, and capsize under the bludgeoning weight of your smoldering stare. Don't you dare; my body is drenched in crude kerosene holding a matchbox in one hand and a single stick in the other, waiting on your signal to strike. 12 seconds are all I need to grab you by the shoulders, push you against a wall, unbuckle your calm and composure, wrinkle away your wry smile, place my hand upon your heart and press my lips unto your ear and whisper, "Happy New Year". Love is the only thing we lust for in all our ravenous rendezvous, our always close calls with death; we drown ourselves in all that we will never be. I want to kiss you like a song, like I'm a siren who'll soak up all of you till you're long gone. In my fondest memories you wHappy New Year, love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(Make) Love (To) Metrigger(Make) Love (To) Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fire me up
like a simple
fuel my burning
body to body
skin on skin,
make your final
make me forget
where i start
and where you end
like only you
(make) love (to) me.
The Miles.The miles twitch between us.The Miles.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No distance can be crossed with broken legs.
Much less with broken hearts.
Dandelion DaughterShe is my dandelion girl,Dandelion Daughter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a graceful, yellow weed
with puffs for hair.
She tells me she isn't
trying to be beautiful.
Her moonstone fingers
are braiding hopes and love
into the strands of her
hair as she idly chatters
of how the sun seems to
shine a little yellower
with you there.
She becomes something
exceptional, a garden
filled with starlight and
teacups. She will remind you
the sun is also a star and
that we often overlook
those closest to us.
Our Dead-End RomanceIt wasn’t a romantic setting.Our Dead-End Romance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We were crouched together in the alleyway behind McGregor’s pub
where smells of substandard alcohol and cigarette smoke stained the air
and the muffled song of drunks could be heard from inside, seeming to leak through the walls.
Only, those weren't things I noticed that night.
Instead, I noticed the smell of his cologne,
a smell I recognised only from chilly days on the beach.
Like sea salt blown through cold wind,
and I noticed the sound of his steadfast breaths:
hot and sharp, but reliable; comforting.
As I buried myself in the radiating folds of his shirt
he whispered that I was his world
and so, one day, he would give me the whole world in return.
I just shook my head
because I didn't want it.
Just him, always him.
ThrownBones heapedThrown2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like uncaught bonfires.
Crash lander, skyborn,
splintered like frostbitten stones,
like trees fallen deep
from the snow line.
Eulogy of a man that was,
and the name of his lover written
in femurs, vertebrae and ribs,
waiting for the thaw,
the salmon and the sea.
All memories carried by wolves
to their starving cubs.
Open skull for the rainfall
and the birds.
The landscape of skin
imprinted on the ground.
A fading map
with footstep borders
in the tide of time.
ArtArt.Art2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The world is your canvas.
Society is your paint brush.
The people are your choice of colours.
What kind of picture would you paint?
How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?
Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?
Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?
I ask because every portrait I create,
Is inspired by what is already in front of me.
So is it possible to even recreate,
Anything that the mind is not able to see.
The picture will always be the same
Because this life is all we know.
Where there is compassion there must be pain
Because it us who made it so.
To Be, To Be Carefree (Revised)Carefree, carefree I wish to be,To Be, To Be Carefree (Revised)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I long to be with her.
She'll teach my heart just how to see;
I'll be her perfect sir.
I'll learn of love in her embrace,
And then succumb to her sweet grace,
I'll learn of love,
I'll learn of love,
I'll see the love upon her face,
Carefree, carefree in her loving grace.
Carefree, carefree, I do foresee
A lifetime at her side.
And to her arms, I now must flee
And of my love, confide.
I'll fight no more for I am caught,
See me now, a Gordian knot,
I'll fight no more,
I'll fight no more,
What more have I to give to thought?
Carefree, carefree, my heart is a knot.
To be carefree, it is my dream,
And fight this war no more.
My sinning soul, her eyes redeem
My knees now hit the floor
I'll take my shield and rise above
For this woman I dream of,
I'll take my shield,
I'll take my shield,
And with my might, I'll guard my love,
Carefree, carefree, in heaven above!
Moors and MelancholyHeart aching,Moors and Melancholy2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She rails at her foreign prison walls.
He sacrificed his all to protect her.
But anger clouds her mind,
For only confusion can she find
In his words, undefined.
He'd told her to stay away
But her heart lurched in dismay,
Leaping to one word: betray.
Oh, but she doesn't know
That he's suffering so
From a sickness incurable… no.
The letter comes at last,
Tidings of grief oh so vast:
He's dead, of an illness unsurpassed.
She is numb at his absence.
He finally wrote her, confessing his love.
All that time spent restrained,
Loving, but nevertheless chained,
A love only thought-entertained.
For she was as an untamable bird,
And he a preacher of the Word:
A match ill-suited and absurd.
So he died and she endured,
Her grief and anguish uncured,
Her love unfulfilled and unsecured.
But from her sorrow came art,
And a fictional story got its start,
Touching many a reade
acousticyour soul is an acousticacoustic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
black and white picture
never yielding to release
giving shadows a new taste
of elegance, quiescent
the tranquil luminescence
that can trap a heart
in the photographic emulsion
or celluloid undertow
of slow motion
just as flammable
as a subtle combustion
kindling a rustic tongue
to move a languid expulsion
ladened with sorrows
carried like crystal shards
in a humble sun catcher
hung above a familiar window
prizing inconsequential matter
into flecks of golden dust
The Water DanceOh, my dearest cloud–The Water Dance2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
she unfurled herself at the
feet of the mountain.
Perfection is an IllusionPerfection is an illusionPerfection is an Illusion2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As heaven is to Earth,
A painted cloudy paradise
Inspired by human dearth.
Flawless is the pole star
Leading man to fabled land,
Still distant the Polaris
From man's conceited hand.
Yet perfection's only flaw
That it will never know,
Perfection appears resplendent
Draped in fault's shadow.
A Story To Tell introSome say there is no life after death. Some say there is a Heaven and a Hell. Well whatever there is, I didn't make it there. I'm stuck somewhere else, yet I'm stuck in life. Does that make sense? Haha, I suppose it doesn't, but it's the best way I can explain what has happened to me. Maybe I should start by telling you exactly what happened to me. Ah, the memory is still so clear. Like it was yesterday. Then again, I suppose a person will always remember their death like it was yesterday. After all, it is the last thing you experience.A Story To Tell intro3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was at a club with my friends. I loved to party, but no one was throwing one that weekend so I settled for the club. Anyways, I was working on getting drunk, like usual, making sure to put on a show for all the guys around me. It was fun to watch them drool over themselves. My friends envied me and I knew it. I had a perfect body. Perfect curves, a perfect complextion, perfect hair, perfect features, perfect everything. And I always got the