An English Majors HeadFingernails tear at the flesh,
The flesh tears black and yellow.
Tired of being your Caliban, why
Can't I be Othello? Falsely
Portrayed and poorly played
My hour upon the stage, so stick
your fingers in my script and
Turn the bleeding page.
Without a doubt I too am mad, bad,
And dangerous to know. Maybe because
The goblin market is a place I like
To go. And yes I know, a good man is
Hard to find, but maybe it's because
"Good" is so truly hard to define.
I have been lost in books a while
And stuck in my imagination, this
Poem is a kind of Shellyesque corpse
Amalgamation of dead literary thoughts
Revived with the monkeys paw. I'm
Mentally paddling through an ocean
Of words I've read and Images I saw.
I have walked through fields with
Wordsworth, and been socially concerned
With Blake, Died young with Keats,
And explored many things with Yeats.
You may at this point wonder why my
Rhyme is inconsistent, or you might
Have stopped reading already because
I seem so distant. Feel free to pick
COMMENT AND I WILL1. Tell you how did I discovered youCOMMENT AND I WILL1 year ago in Personal More Like This
2. Tell you what reminds you XD
3. Tell you if I see you XD
4. Tell you what do I think of you
5. I will guess how old are you
6. Watch or fav
7. I will guess what is your height
No Way OutNo Way OutNo Way Out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are closing in around me.
Slowly but surely
Closing me off from the world.
No one can interpret
My subtle clues.
They can't decipher
My complicated mind.
It'll just spin you
Round and round
Until you lose your footing,
And hit the ground.
I just can't do it.
I can't put you in my shoes.
You don't deserve to suffer.
Even if you did cause my pain.
I can't break down this wall.
I can't get around this roadblock.
I can't climb up this mountain.
I can't say what I feel.
Everywhere I look,
It's there again.
Never leaving my side.
Never letting me forget.
Forcing me to run and hide
In the recesses of my mind.
Now I can't see the light.
Now I can't be heard.
Now I can't get out.
There's no way out.
LoveLoveLove2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is that cutey
Who's in your science class.
Love is how you blush
When they look your way.
Love is the tingle
You get when they say "Hi."
Love is how your heart pounds
When you're close to them.
Love is the joy
You feel as a couple.
Love is the rush
You get when you kiss.
Love is the excitement
You have when they say "I do."
Love is the care
You two show for your children.
Love is the fear
You feel when the hospital calls.
Love is the dread
You feel as you make your way there.
Love is the sorrow
You feel when they're gone.
Love is the memories
You have of that cutey.