Cracked ChordsThe strings of my heartCracked Chords2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
play the tune you wish to hear.
with the song you sing.
a string has broken,
and in your desperation
to hear my heart's sweet melody
my sound has become wobbly.
My instrument cannot fulfill
the things you wish for.
Replacement is what it fears
as you become more irate
errupting from my twisted heartstrings.
I can but watch as you
from my grasp.
My heart becomes a knotted mess.
Please untie it
and I will gladly play your beautiful chords
Believe in LoveBelieve that every heartBelieve in Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every person, has the capacity,
Longing, wish, and desire to be
Every person has a heart, yet
Very few wish to show it
Even in front of the person they love.
I've seen it,
Nudged away, tucked away, hidden.
Love lies in the heart, so the heart is hidden.
Outer appearances, though, reveal it.
Vaunted though love is, in poetry and art,
Every person fears it.
VictimsWe find the victimsVictims2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are easy to spot
Among the crowd amiss
It is so backwards
Why have the weak
To suffer past the boundaries of a simple shrug
Transitioning to a cut
To dark thoughts
Lead to dark actions
To be resurrected
Before having it begin again
Why not target the stronger
Let them transition from the peak
To the middle
To the gravel
Leading to equivalent torment
To be shook in their core
Before rising once again
All because of a voice
Of a victim
To become a predator
Having become the enemy
Turning on his kin
Turning on the victims
The people who held him when he was at his darkest day
Who helped him cry
Not because of pain
But of joy
Because he knew others cared
We are all victims
Do not snuff it out like a fresh flame
And have our skin crackle in the fire
We will be wanted
All the victims are
Broken and scarred as we are
Black Sun RisingAlone, alone on a mountain for oneBlack Sun Rising5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Waiting for the rising sun
The voices murmur, soft as sunshine
Sounds of violence
Sounds of silence
Echo, echo in my mind
Calling, calling into space
Tears are leaving
Bloody tracks along my face
My final sunsets curtain call
Sounds of crying
Sounds of dying
Watch me, watch me as I fall
Dawn awakes the east horizon
I breathe a sigh
And close my eyes
In shadows of my black sun rising
The Show Must Go On.The Show Must Go On.The Show Must Go On.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You’re meant to be sad,
As long as the flowers last.
Well at least that’s what they say.
Then why do I still feel bad,
Even though time has passed.
I find myself thinking about you everyday.
After mourning and mourning,
On the dawning of the next morning.
Your unplanned departure will still be daunting.
How am I supposed to grasp your sudden disappearance?
When every time I close my eyes I can see your appearance.
How can I class your death as an untimely interference?
One that is destined to occur throughout my life time and time again.
These engraved names are the people I call my family, confidants and friends.
They say I should take each day as they come and try and pretend
As if you are still here amongst us, looking down from above.
As comforting as that thought is, it will never be enough.
You not being here is a reality I am forced to take.
Living a life without you was a decision I was forced to make.
Sometimes I can’t help but think that