ComaI've fallen into an endless pit of fury and despair,
I stumbled- I'm sorry, do you hear me- I stumbled and fell in,
Head first, arms tightly tied behind my back,
wrists held together by the ropes of confusion and burning hatred
of all that I wished never to have done.
I am mindless, a slave to you all,
nothing but a spirit restlessly lurking in a world, unloved and alone,
had wished for nothing but another to walk along my path, the both of us, hand-in-hand,
as we watch the sun take its cache behind the world.
The breath of life slowly flows through my arms, then seeps out of my fingertips as I struggle
to take another breath, just for another glimpse of your flawless face.
Wishing to never have been born, never to have lived to see another day,
because all is lost, my world has been drained of color,
and is slowly collapsing underneath the weight of my own agony.
This suffering- I deserve,
all the more as you deserve your peace and love,
and though I'd do anything to release myself of
I Love YouI love you more than anythingI Love You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
more than anyone,
I'll miss you more than I miss anything,
even the bliss that I had lost
I want you more than my hidden desires
that tug at my aching heart
But it seems that you have ran off,
out of my arms,
and out of sight
And I'm sorry
for saying all the wrong words,
and being all the wrong things.
I love you
so even if you don't come back,
my love will forever be for no one but you.
You and ILingering through my dreams,You and I1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grasping my hand,
in a gentle dance,
across the field of swaying flowers.
Holding you close,
embracing against the shine of the sun,
soothed by the touch of the wind.
And laying in the rain,
just you and I,
hoping to be yours till the end of time.
I close my eyes,
till the beating of the rain
I don't careI no longer careI don't care1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just a mere wound,
just another drop of blood,
and just a little sob.
It becomes routine,
part of the coldness of your hearts.
Please tell me why God has chosen me
to live on this planet.
Somberly, along this oppressive path.
I wanted nothing.
And you got everything.
WaitI have to take a second look,Wait1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
delve into the past that has shaped the sufferings of my mind,
I stepped on the shards of the mirror,
my blood covers the floor.
I realize that I am barefoot, that I am not breathing.
Who is this?
A scar sits upon my chest, from where I attempted
to pierce my lungs,
but the few tears I cried
were those of happiness.
What have I become?
I am confused,
all the papers have been scattered, and I search
for the one that bears the truth,
as soon as the building is set to flames.
I inhale the smoke.
Too familiar of a feeling.
To Whom it Doesn't ConcernHello.To Whom it Doesn't Concern1 year ago in Letters More Like This
I've truly realized how none of you care.
You act as if you do, but in the end, you are concerned with no one but yourselves.
I had never asked for much. A simple kindness was worth too much to give, it seems, but I understand.
I wasn't the person you were looking to give it to.
I learned that I've never wanted to be.
Never wanted to breathe, never wanted to live.
Mostly because, there is nothing worth living for, not even myself.
Why must I suffer? Why do I let myself face this agony and this pain?
You say that this is selfish, because it'll only inflict pain upon others, but there'll be none.
Because you don't care.
It is selfish of you to degrade me for wanting release, for letting me crumble and wither away.
But you don't care.
You're just like everyone else. And hopefully you will suffer just as much as I have to.
It's unbearable. It's indescribable.
It's consumed me.
I've turned into this monster.
And it's time that I rid the world of it.
Phantomsdriving to schoolPhantoms3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
still half in my dreams
the road seems way too bright
have you figured out yet?
I am nonsense
so my borders shake and veer
my heart almost beats a rhythm
to and from your door
why am I
to these phantoms
small enough?Am Ismall enough?4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Small enough to fit
inside your heart
like the pain you hold so near?
small enough to fit inside
that bottle you caress within five shaking
that can't stop what they've started.
Small enough to hide inside
the bruises and cuts that
you can't forget
and still think you deserve
Small enough to be the one you put into your back pocket
like the cents you ask to borrow to get on a one way train
and you don't want to go where it's taking you.
small enough to add to your collection
of people who didn't leave you
small enough to fit in the tear that falls when you
reach inside of your heart
to find the razor blade has taken the place
of the words you had but are now gone
because it's over
am I small enough
to not cause you more than a pin-prick of pain
when I make a mistake
because I may be small
but I love you
more than the space I don't want to
The Time Has ComeThe time has come.The Time Has Come1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that
my choices are limited.
Don't stop me, your efforts are futile
This is how the story ends.
HazinessHaziness of the lights, blurred visionHaziness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
breath shortened to weak rasps,
hands frail, the weapon is dropped,
and into the room the rest run.
Faces looming above, they stare you down,
eyes filled with fight, tears falling,
echoing in the chambers of my mind.
Cloth to neck,
panic and fury,
our eyes meet.
Slight smile, clothing is colored bright.
Final sight of your lips, and darkness floods,
as faint sirens screech
in the distance.
Coolingmy plans broke apartCooling3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like hard packed snow
beneath your heel
like soft charred wood
in a cooling flame
like fragile glass wings
in a child's fist
I broke apart
like ten thousand hearts
when I stopped loving you
where I come fromMaybe tomorrowwhere I come from2 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Maybe next month or someday
I will be able to stand up
and tell you where I come from.
Until then, my words are my
they are my bravery and courage
hope and life. They are me.
I would say
that I come from
two lungs buried far beneath musky dirt
two hands wrapping around faith and fear
two intestines; one big enough to devour
your every thought
and the other small enough to cradle
what you say is love.
But I realized that you cannot make
homes out of humans
and I should've known this was not acceptable.
I come from
two small windows peaking out over
an empty lot
two small eyes staring out at me
from the night
two small street lights to light my way HOME.
I come from a little white box
just big enough for my sister's eyes,
my mother's hands
her lovers smoke
and my words.
In this place
I am who I want to be
and I can tell you I am strong
lie and say I have my thoughts
because I come from a place of make-believe.
I come from a speck of l
time is a tornado.time is a tornadotime is a tornado.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that brings destruction and demolition
as all tornadoes do
they rip holes in brick walls
carefully sealed together
by the calloused hands of man
once it was a simple breeze
that breathed upon the sunshine rays
of my fresh apple childhood
before it was ridden with worms
that rotted its thick skin
slowly, slowly, the wind
and began to swirl
stealing away my held breath
so time is a tornado
and it's all