AlwaysI stand hereAlways2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
basking in the cotton-candy wisps of clouds
as my gaze falls down
with the stars
cascading me in their light
and I ask when the snow will fall
I get the answer
with my face to the new moon
as my lungs fill
with what I once heard referred to
'the breath of the Earth'
and I ask the sky
how long will the wind blow?
Here I stand
face to face with my own heart
and I ask questions that I've known from the start
'how does blood flow'
'where are you'
'why do you thrum so fast'
the most important one
'did you know '
Spasibo Bolshoemy body catchesSpasibo Bolshoe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the wind
of my subtle femininity
(which is more
than you've ever done).
and the sun can
kiss my lips
any mortal mouth
(i love you,
i can only
speak in tongues
dedicated to the
earth and sky
(which is more
poetic than you
could ever be).
while the moon
welcomes me in
(at least i
don't need to
wait for her).
could it even
be that i'm
unable to compare
(not like you'd
be able to compete
because with them,
at least my
won't rot in vain
become a waste
of my time).
sweethearts always seem to leave you breathlessAnd I'll create a new world for myselfsweethearts always seem to leave you breathless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the grains of sand fall upward
so that I will never have to leave
the world will cease to darken
past our lamp-lighted room
and we'll draw glow-in-the-dark stars on the walls
and the storms will only be found outside
while we snuggle here safe and warm underneath the piles of blankets
taking us into a secret world lost within the other's eyes
So when I see you again and forget all my words
it is just because when i am with you
no words seem beautiful enough
FactionsBlack man hates White man, and Green man loathes Gray,Factions2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Gray man beats Red, for his deviant ways,
Red man and Scarlet have always been close,
And form an alliance against other folk.
Purple and Beige men are all quite convinced,
The world would be better without men of Pink,
And the heinous acts meted out by the Golds,
On the poor Pastel factions are best left untold.
The cultures of Yellow and Blue are now past,
As Green men subsumed them and wiped out their caste,
And Brown men have conquered what's left of the Tans,
All driven by fear of their fellow man.
From the midst of this chaos arises some hope,
The words of calm reason to love other folk,
And who is the prophet ending this plight,
It's the unshackled blind man who has the best sight.
MimeIt's hard to communicate whenMime3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're silenced by black and white paint.
Gloved white hands try to express,
But none understand the charade.
A face that carries a masked smile,
But eyes that shine emptily through.
Deep inside you know the truth.
They don't and won't understand you.
Dressed in stripes like a criminal,
You are locked up inside your act.
Your invisible brick walls
Ironically imprison you.
So take your invisible rope
Wrap it around your throat.
Knot, pull taut.
Is it still an act?
Cockroach on the FloorI saw a cockroach that reminded me of youCockroach on the Floor2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So I smashed you under a tennis shoe
Lifting the trainer, I saw you weren't quite dead
Despite having your guts leak out and missing your head
With the last of your life you crawled along the floor
I ate my bagel placidly as I scrutinized the gore
Your head was crushed, your legs were broke
All except for two with which you stroked
You were no more pathetic than you are now
And a small part of me pitied you, I avow
Despite all this, I hate you so
Taking the scissors, I bent down low
Off came one, then both the legs
I imagined your petty little begs
Alive and blind, unable to flee
I could have gone on a spree
Could have picked you up in tongs
And use the stove to brand your wrongs
Or simply killed you swift
With a simple shoe and a leg-lift
But no, I wanted you to suffer, it the most horrible of ways
So off went the light and I left you there until the passing of days
The clock hit midnight and I ventured out
The light flicked on and on the tile
The TrenchWe stand here in our muddy trench,The Trench2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And raise a glass to all.
For those who are about to die,
And those who've gone before.
There is no glory to be found,
when hiding in these holes.
Clinging grimly onto life,
Praying for our souls.
The air is thick; the stench of fear,
We step through rotting dead,
Wishing we were miles away,
From horrors just ahead.
Its time to face the enemy,
And make the blighters pay.
So all stand by your ladders lads,
We're leaving here today.
The whistle blows, we're on the move,
The sound of firing starts,
The first man out is blasted back,
A bullet through his heart.
Fear has run its course for now,
All goes quiet and numb,
Each man says a final prayer,
His turn to die has come.
I reach the top, rush blindly out,
Run straight on through the blast,
Time slows with every second,
I have visions of the past.
A childhood filled with time to waste,
Endless days of fun.
Loving parents, playing games,
And laughter in the sun.
Leaving school and starting work,
A girl to
The Glass of AgeI adore youThe Glass of Age3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But Im older
You are kind to me
I still like you too
I am many years older than you
I could be fairly bad for you
I cannot be for sure
To me, you are far too young
I love you but I'll let you go
Society would never accept you with me
Life would be difficult
When I was a child, you were born
I am many years younger
I think you are the best I have
I am definitely going to marry you
To me, you are the one
I love you so I will not give up
Who cares about societies reasons?
Life would be unbearable without you
I was born to be with you
I could not bear to not see you
But if it's for you, I'll blind myself
People will call me a pedophile
I don't want you to be my victim
Everybody knows that love is powerful
Is it enough to get through this?
Is it okay giving up your dreams for me?
I have to let go now
I could not bear to not see you
Please, do not stray from me
People may call me jail bait
It's fine as long as you're MY pedophile
Everybody knows that love
ShatteredI am the Twin Towers after the attack,Shattered2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I once stood tall, high above the clouds.
And the world has made it a goal to strike me down,
Crumbling to the ground.
Now, all you see is debris,
Shattered glass clinging onto the window frame.
I want you to restore my glass,
To when I was tall and when I had fame.
the poet's laboratorythe poet likesthe poet's laboratory3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to haunt his laboratory in
wearing white coats
with words of every color
and observing chemical reactions
here is his procedure:
1. measure 2.95g of quirky narrative
(may be substituted with inspiring or flawed
characters) and 100.0ml of emotional attachment
*note: such reactants may be acquired from places
such as the school-yard, your childhood home or
where you had your first kiss
2. combine in 250.0ml erlenmeyer flask; swirl
gently for maximum creativity. add three
drops of rhyming solution.
3. heat on hot plate until solution ionizes
into its basic components: metaphors and imagery.
4. dissolve 5.00g of loneliness in 100.0ml of
distilled ocean water in 100.0ml beaker.
5. quickly pour contents of flask into beaker. the
following precipitation reaction will occur:
Abortion -- Pro-Choice EssayThe following essay is separated into six parts, addressing concerns and opinions about the abortion debate.Abortion -- Pro-Choice Essay7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
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I. The important definitions of pro-life and pro-choice.
I feel this needs to be cleared up within the abortion debate. Misrepresentations of the pro-life and pro-choice positions is a root cause of abortion propaganda.
A general summation of a pro-lifer's views:
Life begins at conception. A fetus is a person. The unborn child is human. Abortion is not safe. Roe v. Wade should be overturned. The government should not fund abortions. Abortion should be made completely illegal as it is murder.
(A pro-lifer supports the life of the fetus.)
A general summation of a pro-choicer's views:
Life technically begins at conception, but the true debate should be over when personhood begins. A fetus or embryo is not a person. The unborn child is not a human. Abortion is safe. I support Roe v.