Across A Crowded RoomAcross A Crowded Room10 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Across A Crowded Room
I watched him. Every Saturday night, he came in. Every Saturday night, I came in. And every Saturday night, we left separately. He to his house or apartment, and I to mine. Yet, I continued to come to Gay Parry with the hopes of meeting him. He came in at 9pm on the dot. He'd dance on the dance floor alone, and whenever any man advanced, he'd simply maneuver away. It only made him more desirable to everyone, especially me. He came in the same time and would always be dressed to kill. His garb read Abercrombie and Fitch, his blond hair flowing whenever he swirled and bumped in time with the rhythm and my heart
I waitI wait10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wait. I prepare for an arrival that will never occur.
You said you'd be here, but you've said that before,
Only to leave me standing here, foolishly holding
My heart in my hands, broken and silent.
You ask. I give. You beg. I give. You insist
That I stand still, not moving to the left or right,
While you roam freely and openly, leaving me
To follow you, and close my heart once more.
If I could say to you what's on my mind, I'd tell you I love you.
I'd tell you I want you. I'd tell you of the hurt and anger that
Simmer under my skin, but I keep silent because I know the cost.
I know that no matter what is said or done, I
thots.remember. remember this. remember the good.thots.9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
remember playing with brandy when she was a puppy, all fuzz and snuggles.
remember the exhileration of writing the First Poem [back when i was twelve, about rape and suicide].
remember the first kiss that meant something.
remember the first time sex meant something too, wasn't tedious and drug-numbed, wasn't rushed and so emotionless.
remember being happy when he and i were dating, staying at his house hundreds of miles away for weeks at a time just so i could be with him, sitting there in his garage with four other men, knowing they all desired me [that was before the hits slaps pain forced
t.t.9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"you're still beautiful."
"hey, thanks man."
why should i be afraid it's not the first time i've tasted pain
walking, indeed moving my foot at all causes the wound to sting and burn and throb with pain. i now wish i hadn't done it at all, hadn't kept the razor blades after all these years. should have taken his advice to throw them away after i had "stopped" doing it.
he said we would do it together: stand on the beach at sunset, the warmwarmwam california waves swirling at our bare feet, threatening to pull us in an undertow out to drown...and throw our blades into the water. we'd go swimming then, no more hiding our bodies under
dear you:dear you:9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Living the fast life, the crazy life, shooting straight down through the water into rock bottom there is no sand just gravel and stone solid. Die faster die quickly faster faster faster GO. Digging the holes, doing the drugs, losing the motive, slashing the wrists, starving the body and don't you fucking tell me to stop ohh it's too late for that now. Come back when I'm in the hospital; sneer and say "didn't I tell you so" and I will look at you so calmly [sosadly] and say that everything failed because really, I shouldn't be sitting here wired to security bars and IV drips of anti-self destruction, it went wrong so so wrong because the lull
Millennium Goal 2: PoetryMillennium Goal 2: Poetry7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Original Poem by Sli Esaie, 9 years from Cameroon in French
Femme a la peau noire
Pleine de beaute
Serviable et amoureuse des enfants
Ecoute la voix de ta fille
Qui crie crie crie
Ma mère je veux aller a l'école
Woman with black skin
Full of beauty
Helpful and in love with children
Listen to your daughter's voice
Who shouts shouts and shouts
My mother, I want to go to the school
Begging for an EncoreBegging for an Encore10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your gravestone looks different in the moonlight
fallen leaves lie dying on your name
while I live....dying as I trace it with my fingers
The autumn wind gusts in sync with my sobs
as if we had choreographed this midnight lament
a "Spectacular-Spectacular" fit for the Moulin Rouge
though the crowd is dead tonight....
No applause for my tears
though the oak gives me a silent, standing ovation
and one of the Baldwin brothers two rows over
tosses a single rose at my feet, begging for an encore
I never wanted to play the part of a motherless child....
My heart just isn't into this role
What is Hell?You said that Hell was a mentality...What is Hell?10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a state of mental torment and unrest.
Think of it like you're mind is a city
and your thoughts are the rats that infest it.
In order to live, you must stop thinking
stop thinking and forget your memories
They're dead weight...your mental ship is sinking.
you have to escape your mind to be free.
What happens if you leave and can't get back?
you're finally free from yourself, so smile.
In a world full of theories and no facts,
you're just another question in a file.
Admit to yourself, you're stuck in Hell.
I found my way out and I wish you well.
YouYou drift along unfeeling, like a ghost,You10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
swept gently around by reality.
You pass through life without noticing most,
people are just a triviality.
You see everything, yet notice nothing,
like a photo, you stare blindly ahead.
You ignore the attention you're craving,
quite aware of the life you could have led.
You claim to be the happiest, alone,
not needing anyone--just you--no other.
You retreat from life, staying mostly home,
safe in bed, hiding under the cover.
You ask how I know this all to be true?
my answer is quite simple, I am you.
Black and WhiteBlack and White9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sees in black and white
Even though her world
She memorizes pages
From books that
She gets around
Without any lights.
She never tried
To be perfect,
She just got this way.
She sees in black and white
And she doesn't know
She sees in black and white
But she's just
A Pessimist RantListen to all of thisA Pessimist Rant10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listen to all of these
Dumb blinded cattle
Listen to words
That have long since lost meaning
Listen to justifications
For self abuse
Listen to all of it
Listen until you\'re mad like me
Are you as sick of this hypocrisy?
Are you as sick of the ignorance so rampant?
Smile and conform, graze like fucking sheep
Kill yourself to remind you that you\'re still alive
Take the gun and put it to your temple
Cry for your pains and drown in your sorrow
Had it ever occurred to you to pull your shit together
And try to put aside the affirmities you\'ve chosen
When you take them all away you\'ve
On Again, Off AgainIs it good or bad,On Again, Off Again4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That I live in the past?
Smiles and teardrops,
How long will this last?
My love for you,
Is both true and unreal.
Dull yet confusing,
Not sure how to feel.
No racing heartbeat,
Not one single pound.
No nervous butterflies,
Not making a sound.
Sometimes I want to,
And sometimes I don't.
Maybe this will work out,
Maybe it won't.
I'd rather have you near me,
Than lose you for forever.
Even if that means,
That we'll never be together.
Not sure if these feelings,
Will last me much longer.
So come on now darling,
Let's make this heartbeat stronger.
Kiss Of DeathRed lips on black,Kiss Of Death4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Poison through the mouth.
Driven to insanity.
Swirling tongue of the girl you hate,
Simply a mild dysfunction.
What was simply a game,
Cost you your life,
She's still not satisfied.
Forever GoodbyeThis was our parting, you were so blue.Forever Goodbye1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was sad, but we both knew it was true.
Forever goodbye, one last kiss.
I'm made for something better than this.
PicturesHumans are very fragile creatures. We break easily, like the little porcelian doll with blue eyes and dark hair when she is dropped on the floor. Trust is lost, bonds are broken, and memories are created. Most often, the ones we want to forget are the ones that we most often remember. They're the storeis that we don't share with anyone-the things we keep close to our souls and dare not tell another one. It could be about the lowest point in our lives, a bad experience, or the horror that has shaped us into the fucked up people that we all become. Maybe we share these stories eventually, or maybe we take them to our graves. But in this disgustPictures1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dear Paper IIDear Paper,Dear Paper II1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I may have been wrong. I've discovered that there are some things I'm afraid to tell even you.
PortraitsThe sweet scent of your hair,Portraits1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Keeps me captivated.
Your smile draws me in.
I swore I would always love you,
But your flair is fading.
Take me to sort it out.
We can run away,
Before I crumble in your arms.
I get lost in your eyes already.
You push your hand into mine,
In reassurance that things will be ok.
Now, I'm just waiting for this whisper.
Letter For A Lost FriendDear Friend,Letter For A Lost Friend1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I haven't talked to you in two years. It's not my fault. Your phone has been disconnected. Sometimes, I still call it, in hopes that one day, you will pick up on the other end.
If I had known that we were never going to talk again, there would've been a few things I told you.
For one, you're the most kindhearted teenage male I've ever met. I've never met another guy who would just let a girl, whome he had met a meer 24 hours earlier, talk about her past and why she's as messed up as she is. I probably told you some things I've never told anyone else. It was really nice that you just let me rant on and on, story after story, an
Band Rehearsal"C'mon guys, we have to get this song together," Raq said, "we only have to come up with something for the bridge, then put it all together."Band Rehearsal1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Plus, it's not like we have anything else to do. It's pouring rain outside," Cass added. She picked up the notebook, flattening out a crinkled page of lyrics.
"If we ever wanna make it big, we have to put a shit ton of work and effort into this. Now, try it one more time," Abby instructed. Beck groaned, and Zeph took off his guitar and threw himself on the floor like a little bitch, clearly for laughs.
This was a typical band rehearsal for Fall Poisonous. They hadn't been a band for long, so they, e
Mother, The Weaving MasterMy life began as a simple entity within your body. Slowly but surely, I begin to take my form as a true human being. You stuck with me for nine months, and I was in your way on many things, like: giving you cramps, making you feel sick, making you feel constantly hungry. Mommy, I am grateful that I was weaved in your image.Mother, The Weaving Master1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh how life isn't as simple as "One, Two, Three," because of how we were created wasn't simple at all. It was complex, beautiful, and undeniably mysterious. Mother, you are so strong and I envy it, for we all wish to have your strength. Mommy, I am grateful that I was weaved in your image.
To say "I love you," is an unde
MemoriesWind blowing through the trees,Memories1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swaying dancing in the breeze.
As I lay looking up at the evergreens
With you-creating memories.
MagicI have a dog named Magic,Magic1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A great big fluff of hair.
I don't know where he came from.
One day he was just there.
Now whats so mystifying,
About this dog so black?
Today he had nine puppies.
Now how did he do that?
AcceptIt begins when a teacher tells us where to sit and when to speak.Accept1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then, as teenagers, we are defined by others; identified by clique or class.
We find work and regimentation; our time is not our own, nor is our mind.
Taxes come from our toil; governments weigh on our shoulders but they care not.
They see and hear us all; to them everything must be known.
Freedom shrinks; commandments from white towers for every thought and deed.
The chains are not heavy once one has worn them for years; slavery of the mind worse than of the body.
Conditioned to obey, y
ApologiesI don't believe in fairytale endingsApologies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
without a little magic involved.
I don't believe in happily ever afters
unless they happen in another world.
As a prince you are no first choice,
and yet it seems I've chosen you.
Because we've both moved on, the way we act
says it isn't true. I
that I allow it. I should mind that I cannot resist.
But every time I decide to rewind and pretend
the past doesn't exist.
And I mind that you apologized.
that it can't be true,
because it if was, then that means love
was that foolish thing I felt towards you.
Family or friends or more
more to you than m