HealI spend my days in thinking, andHeal2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My nights in whimpered pain
I rise to work, but Lord, it hurts
To live this day again
I soothe my wounds with Empathy
Their faces make me feel
That somewhere in this brutal world
There is a chance to heal
I never was the strongest one
My words were never bold
But when the crowd had cast them out
My arms were theirs to hold
My heart was theirs to whisper to
And love, each time you cry
I'm here to wipe each fragile tear
And taste each wounded sigh
I spend my days in waking up
To pain that never fades
But there are lessons to be learned
And words to soothe my days
I feel I've never given much
But now I see the truth
The one thing that I cherished was
The love I gave to you
... Somewhere in this world
There is a chance to heal
I love you all
Mysterious Grimace.Oil-paintings, pastels, pigments,Mysterious Grimace.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a memory captured in still-life.
Looking at dire expression
what i saw would last me a lifetime,
as beneath the black-lines my spirit would stir,
startling all those who would stare too deep.
So eerie was the blood bruised exterior
many could not move nor speak,
Paralyzed by fear
as in the distance there was a distant shriek.
Grotesque. Those who knew it
drew no breath.
Just from a single glance, a grimace,
felt like-the direst wrong.
I felt petrified,
as my own death, is what i had witnessed all along.
The Truth to DenialIs there a chance for us? I see us fading fast.The Truth to Denial3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Our conversations are becoming less and our pictures are disappearing into dust.
If this is the last night tell me it isn't so...
Tell me it's not true
'Cause i won't get over you (I can't get over you)
I can feel the air becoming cold and
I know we may not make it through the night
But without you I'd be so alone
So come on and let's give this one more try
And make it through the night
I kiss your lips and you kiss me back
But your eyes are empty and I feel you're holding in
The truth neither of us can say
This is over and there's nothing we can do
But there is a chance no matter how small
And maybe if we wish hard enough...
We'll make it I swear on me and you (I swear)
Maybe if we hold on tight
Our bars are almost empty but we will survive
I won't let this fall away
You mean way too much to me
We may be different but baby I'd change it all for you
I mean it... I mean it... there's too much here for us
Under the surface but damn it's so
Society.Society is the cruelest of people.Society.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She praises those who are familiar with her sisters, wealth and fame.
But she puts down those who are close to her brothers, Shame and poverty.
She makes the brave and strong into the poor and lame with her silver tongue.
Her laugh hurts the souls of what she calls "Lower class." as she laughs with her favored "Upper class".
Her smile startles the lower class, they ask "Why must you look at me so?" And she sarcastically replies "No reason."
She is a tyrant in a easily manipulated world, who can only be stopped by her elders, war and death.
I Want To LiveAll the tubes and doctorsI Want To Live3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Needles in my arms
I always knew, I suppose:
There is something in me that's not quite right
And there was a part of me
How this life would
I thought they couldn't take anything else
But I was wrong
I want to live
I want to live
The ChoiceHow can something that I know to be wrongThe Choice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Be able to feel so right?
I know I should flee when you weave your song
But your words can halt my flight.
I want to stay with you for so long
That we kiss goodbye to the night
In my heart I know I should be strong
But I've given up the fight.
Wherever you go, I will follow on
Won't let you out of my sight
So please don't tell me this is wrong
Because you're my guiding light.
Life's Like An Hourglass......glued to the table.Life's Like An Hourglass...3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was tired. He was always tired these days; between the chemo, the meds, the fucking fighting for his life, he was exhausted.
And it never seemed to end.
Life was hard, getting the best of him these days. Most of it was spent alone in a quiet apartment he shared with no one. Most of the things that had been important to him had stepped back - not gone entirely, but just far enough away that their faces seemed blurred, unrecognizable.
Looking back on it, it made sense and the more he'd learned over the years, he understood why it had happened this way.
He would never have imagined him thinking it then, in his youth, but women dealt with shit in a way totally different than men. They tended to stiffen their upper lip and face life head on, for better and for worse.
He remember all too well, her leaning against the bright red monstrosity that was her car outside of the hospital: him out of his first bout of chemo and feelin
SmileSmile and forget your worriesSmile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Smile; let them see you're happy
Smile and hide behind this mask
Smile; submit to the façade
Smile and think that you're happy
Smile; think that you're safe
Smile and start dying inside
Smile; become emotionless
Smile and become nothing
Truth IsPeople only seeTruth Is2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A fraction of my oddity
Because they only see
The person they want me to be
So they never truly see me
But rather, something they wish I'd be
Yet all think that they mostly
Understand every piece of me
When, in all actuality
They don't see reality
Because they only want conformity
Though, I refuse this formality
Since I enjoy my own insanity
Because it doesn't require vanity
It is simply
All encompassing idea that is me
Truth is, all I have is my insanity
I have never condoned plain sanity
I find it to be all too sanitary
I see no need to be cleanly
Since chaos comes so naturally
And so, I find myself, thusly
Confined, in my own mind, by society
Because it refuses to accept thoroughly
All of my mind, due to it's abnormality
StitchesI lost my voiceStitches3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the day you died.
I sealed it up in a jar,
just freshly plucked from
my cherry red lips;
it sits forgotten in
the dust, right next
to the skeletons
in my closet.
I can still feel
your fingers clutching
at my adam’s apple,
playing the delicate strings
of my larynx
like a broken harp.
you were the words
that left my
mouth as pretty
but the ink no
longer flows through
these calloused bones.
I can’t help it as my
over the stitches
that line my throat,
single file x’s that remind
me of the day
I forgot how to breathe—
at least you can’t hear
me cry anymore.
All the World's a Stageyou never smile forAll the World's a Stage2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unable to fake happiness, to
call it to the surface at will
default expression: dazed
smashed up with bits of lost
you don't participate in the act,
and if there are cameras
you haven't noticed
I envy you
the rest of us live for the audience
caught up in a frenzy of ravenous calculations
figured on an abacus of rat-raced majority
carefully guarded sentence structures
impeccably timed smiles
grimaces shoved to the background
leaving our exteriors shining brighter than
AngelA sweet person, always thereAngel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always knows what to say
They may be in Heaven
Or right next to you
Your own angel, just right for you
Knows how to care
You may not seem them
Or hear them, but they're there
They know what you're going through
They do care, more than anything
They're your angels, and you are their charges.
They're sent to help you, to listen
So talk with them. It will help.
This Body is BrokenThis body is broken.This Body is Broken2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Unfeeling, it does not respond.
It lays there,
Coldness emits from its hazel orbs,
All drive, gone.
Its flesh is tired.
Its flesh is dead.
The loving touch, cannot be felt.
The warmth, cannot be shared.
The excitement is not there...
It does not speak.
Moans and cries tremble past its lips,
Barely audible through gridded teeth.
Ripping from within,
The tears become deeper.
The fears, reality.
It waits for pain to subside,
And the paralysis to take over once more.
It engulfs the being like a wave.
Trickling down the tops of its toes,
Down its feet, and slithering further up its body,
Downing it in numbness yet again.
Submerged, it lays beneath the cool sea of insensitivity,
longing to reach the surface and feel...
FearStay away from me,Fear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel you following me.
Down my empty street;
to my forgotten home where I sit all alone.
I can see you stare at me,
You seem to think I do not know.
Now I'm all alone waiting in the dark.
You cannot have me black heart.
Your footsteps echo in this dark alleyway.
Don't follow me I am armed.
Don't come close for I am scared.
The dark haunts me.
Can anyone save me from this madness?
Can anyone help me from returning to the grave?
This darkness frightens me.
This cold, this hate, this burning.
Just leave me be.
Walk away and take all this pain.
I can see you following me.
I can see my grave.
whateverpeople are hypocriteswhatever7 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
even the sweetest people are
because they try to comfort you when you feel gross and ugly
but they cant even look at themselves in the mirror without feeling shame, disgust, and anguish
Friends On The Way To The AnswerDay by day, time passes, but I still remain in this spot. Nothing changes, nothing progresses. And yet, there is hope - the hope that the answer will come.Friends On The Way To The Answer3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
As I see my friends and strangers move forth with little or no fear, I become disheartened. Why don't I move? Why is there no incentive? Can I really find my place in the world? The answer is locked away in some gray area of my mind, and wracks my heart's stability. But, even as I struggle, there are those who walk with me - not ahead or behind me, but beside me. Those many friends...people of all sorts to take my hand.
The friends I hold dear...so many kinds: my real-life friends, whom I've known for so long, the friends who are far away, the friends oppressed for not being straight, the friends whose cultures differ from mine, and the friends I may yet make in the future, near or distant. If not for them, I would be lost - left behin
Pull Me ClosePull me closePull Me Close2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hold me tight;
Till morning light.
Tell me how
You love me dear,
And how losing me
Would bring you fear.
Tell me that
I am the only one
That brings you light,
I am your sun.
Tell me how
I'm your soul mate,
And that our love
Was our only fate.
Pull me close
And hold me tight,
Since you will be gone
By mornings light.
Little Black BookA black bookLittle Black Book4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With all of her day-to-day musings
Clenched between the covers
Much like his own little 'die-ary'
A book that he now reads
His curiosity had gotten the better of him
He couldn't resist taking a little peek into her life
What he didn't realize was that he was trespassing into her soul
Something that should not have been gazed upon in mild curiosity
Not by the likes of him
A pure soul that caused agony in his poor, malnourished heart
A soul exposed to the rough element of Purity
Or rather a rough soul exposed to the gentleness of something so open and honest
Something he never sees in the world he's been placed in
Is this a creature from beyond his looking-glass?
Is she from the place where there are people he would actually like?
If she walked through his mirror, could he follow her?
Would he be allowed to?
*No,* he thinks as he closes the little black book
*The likes of me would not be welcome there*
So, discreetly, he returns the diary to her
With her never knowing it was
Whimsical PaintingI will paint you a scene,Whimsical Painting4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Using the pigments of ground wildflowers and fruit,
I will use a lime for my green, a lemon for my yellow,
Roses for my red, and violets for the same of its name,
Blue, wouldn't blueberries be befitting for such a tone?
For my richest tones of maroon and dark blue,
I will use raspberries and blackberries,
For purple I will use the skin of plums and grapes,
For white I will use the inside of bananas and apples,
For though the peel is yellow or red, is not the inside white?
For brown, why not use chocolate cosmosis flowers?
For black I will use the skins of dark olives,
With these pigments, I will paint you a scene.
I will paint you a scene,
My brush is a large cattail from the edge of a pond,
The stem is smooth and easy to grip, sturdy,
The brush is fluffy and soft, oblong, brown,
The water I use to dilute my pigments is fresh,
Right from the burbling spring by my side,
My canvas is made of the golden wheat and
Long white rice from the patties of Asia,
LiesYou asked meLies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I replied with I like you a little
That was a lie
I said in a scale of 1 to 10
I'm falling for you
My heart won't listen to my head
I know i might get hurt in the end
Heart doesn't care
Heart has its own Ideas
They are always in battle
Mind over matter
Another lie in life
My heart is winning
I can't stop it
I want to
Mind is correct
Heart is wrong
Mind is losing
Heart is winning...
And I can't stop it...
leviathanit draws dragnet swathleviathan2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across cool midnight's
locked and small
in obligatory sickle-
and bearing no surprise
that morning brings a puddle
brings a deluge
built to put
the world on stilts
and then slowly watch it spill
slowly watch it fill
eroded pits with all the rubble
deformed and soft
bakes naked in the mud
Screaming ThoughtHumanity is a lost refrainScreaming Thought2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of a sad, sad song in my broken down brain
And it calls out afraid in attempt to flee
For I shall not let it be free.
My body and my mind are fraught
With hundreds of thousands of poisonous thoughts
Screaming at me to forsake the world
Demanding that I have it unfurled.
Every man has an evil core
And all of them serve a selfish chore
Yet each possess a loving heart
And most blow it away before we start.
I am afraid of what I am
And yes I am ashamed and deserve to be dammed.
For I have broken dozens of birds
And I have ended this pack and ended this herd.