Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
Hollow Memory of a Distant ShoreYou are like a long passed season.Hollow Memory of a Distant Shore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As delicate as the footprints of sparrows in freshly fallen snow.
Intricate, yet so easily disturbed when care is not taken.
Somehow, you have managed to persist after all these years.
Residing in the same quiet place you carved into the woods so long ago..
Only a short ride from the sea.
When you cross my mind, you carry with you the scent of that shoreline.
Harsh and thick, yet somehow placating.
Though the weather was perpetually gray, misty, and cold.
Much like your heart had become..
Just before we painfully, and slowly, parted ways.
I recall with deep longing your fascination with foxes.
With the way they would trot up and down the beach in the early morning,
Their coats most often wet and muddy from crossing into the tide.
I could see the subtle enthrallment in your eyes as they dug for clams.
They would thrust their forepaws deep into the muck, throw it backward..
And at times, to my assuagement, you would smile.
Now, it feels more dist
ErrorsCold breath on my purple lips,Errors2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sensation touches my ears’ tips
Echoes of dead roses in a fierce-some gloom
My sorrow follows me as though it’s in full bloom
The open air levitates my still form
The coldness shocking me like a magnetic storm
I lay lifeless, colder, stiller, than my skin an icy blue
Spread out as to catch this morning’s dew
The mist is like a comforting blanket
My head, stripped of innocence, a blank planchet
Waiting to be stamped by my failures
Rather than face my sneering errors
Can’t I stay here, to be kissed by memories?
Ladled out from the stagnant pool of the centuries
Soothing fingers stroke my paled cheeks
Briefly fading out the hovering foggy weeks
Desensitizing me from my looming shadows
Their softness producing sensations like hanging at the gallows
Dried leaves fall silently covering the dead in their pressure
The drying blood glues them down and shuts you out forever
I Feel the Darkness Embrace Me"We'll always be close"I Feel the Darkness Embrace Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That's what we said
Even if Hell froze
And we were both dead
Through all this mess
And the thick and thin
I could never love you less
My perfect twin
I don't know if you can feel it
Or is it all in my mind
Between us, there's a little split
Or are you blind
It's awkward to hold you
Like I did before
I know we're through
But still, I swore
"Lovey-dovey as a couple"
"Lovey-dovey as friends"
But now there's this bubble
And no way for amends
I admit there's a wall
And it distorts my sight
I don't want to drop the ball
But I suddenly see no light
Maybe you were always more
And never "just a friend"
But that has gone out the door
There's nothing more to mend
Are you the one I knew back then
Or are you someone I don't
Do I have to start again
Take back the seeds sown
We talk easy, but it feels so wrong
It's like I wear a mask
Do I look so cool, so strong
So you'll never have to ask
I don't tell you the tears I shed
Nor sigh or moan
Or about this chaos in my head
The Art Of Falling ApartIf falling apartThe Art Of Falling Apart3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Was a type of art
You'd be the Picasso of all pain
Beats the finest tapestry
Woven from a raging flame
The tears that you cry
Outshine each star in the sky
And the blood that runs through your veins
More red than the most brilliant rose
It runs from your head to your toes
You have scars where your skin met the edge of a blade
But like words in a book
They need not be overlooked
They tell a story in a way of their own
All the blood that you shed
All the times you wished you were dead
They speak of despair and they speak of sorrow
So now you've mastered the art
Of falling apart
Now you're a canvas of black and blue
Using a blade for a brush
And for one final touch
I'll put a stroke of love in you
My Master's VoiceI screamed at him "I'm leaving!"My Master's Voice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiled and said "okay"
I said "no, for once I mean it
This time you wont make me stay"
But bags were never really packed
And that night in our bed I lay
The taste of blood on my lips
Still remained there the next day
I screamed at him "please stop this!
I am the Mother to your child
Baby, I know you have a temper
I know my ways make you so wild"
"But I promise I'll try harder
Not to push your buttons so much"
With that the beast resumed control
As I quiver at each stolen touch
They scream at me to leave him
To them it's such a simple choice
But it's been so long since I've heard
Anything but my master's voice
To the point that I no longer know
My own mind or my own heart
But today he said he's sorry again
And tomorrow will be a fresh start
FragileI know that you're broken,Fragile2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And all your pieces are scattered,
I know that you're bruised,
And your pale skin is battered.
I can see the scars,
That you're trying to hide,
And I can see the hurt,
Burried beneath your pride.
You're barely holding together,
Your tattered, fraying threads,
The harder you try to keep it in,
The more the hole spreads.
Stop trying to battle alone,
When I'm here with sword in hand,
I can help you pick up the pieces,
There'll be nothing we can't withstand.
Don't give up the fight,
My friend who is so fragile,
Take my hand and let me hold you,
Let me love you for a while.
You think that it's not worth it,
And just want to give in,
So you run the blade down your arm,
Breaking your heavenly skin.
I wish that I could show you,
How much you mean to me,
But you just push me away,
And wallow in your debris.
Why can't you see what I see?
I think that you're amazing,
I love your scars, and your wounds,
And your eyes that are always blazing.
I am giving you my all,
I know pain.I know pain.I know pain.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pain is my friend.
I don't bruise, don't scar.
At least not on the surface.
Oh, but I'm so tender.
It hurts so bad.
Even just a touch.
Just a nudge.
I cripple to the cold floor.
I know kisses.
Not on the lips.
Never on the lips.
On the neck.
On the cheek.
Even when you're gone.
They remind me of the pain.
Even when you're gone.
I feel the spaces between my fingers.
The ones that were filled by yours.
I feel the water in my lungs.
Your helping hand to comfort mine.
I see the faces.
People I once loved but no more.
I feel the darkness.
Where we hugged.
Where we closed our eyes.
Then the darkness within me.
And the light in your eyes.
Not in mine.
Never in mine.
Oh, the way our bones fit.
A puzzle finally complete.
Then you just leave.
My puzzle lacks the center piece.
Your reflecting eyes.
Mine dulled by pain.
The pain is my friend.
I know pain.
The Pain WithinLet go of your hate,The Pain Within3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your revenge can wait.
Whoever did you wrong,
Can never know the hurt,
That made you strong.
You know it's a part,
Of you're aching heart.
Whoever broke your smile,
Can never understand the pain,
That turned you vile.
Don't give up on love,
Though you'll feel rough.
Whoever killed your hope,
Can never believe the longing,
That more you cope.
SinkingRecently I've been sinkingSinking2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a stone into a pond
Having skimmed across the surface
Of life for far too long
Please may I have a new heart
Along with a new mind
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not this time
Recently I've been sinking
Into myself like quicksand
No one sees as it swallows me
Each grain a mislaid plan
Please may I crawl inside your love
Mingle hearts until the end
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not again
Recently I've been sinking
Such an overused metaphor
But one which is cathartic
When choosing to explore
That I could save you my love
And in time you could save me
As fear and loneliness will dissolve
Doused in our empathy
AphroditeRoses shall not narrate thy holy eyesAphrodite3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Undone by love, stars in disguise
Bejewled fair face, only thou fit
A blossom of hope that never wilts
Bound by spell only thee I think of
Angel thou I love by the name Above
Indeed crystalline thine ethereal face
Like a trinket shaped with Lord's grace
Or the falling benevolent winter snow
Valor wings thy hast heaven aglow
Enchanting thy lips take my sight
Young and tantalized thy beloved heart
One that shudders but never falls apart
Untying my hands Angel show me light.
BlackbirdA black winged bird sat atop a roof,Blackbird4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nonchalantly humming its caws and coos.
For there on the street down yonder it peered,
At the coming of jeers; the walking of fear.
It saluted its foe and hopped to and fro,
Unaware that behind the mask was a heart of gold.
But the blood stained cheeks and pale white hands
Reached out for the bird, thus it succumbed to their demands.
Feathers flew in the wind from the night time air,
A whirlwind of darkness only the night could compare;
The bird found a place where it could perch and respite,
On the shoulder of a corpse oh, what a delight!
A chuckle from a mouth that the heavens forbade,
Gave room for the next few words that were said:
"Blackbird, blackbird! Why have you come?
In this unruly hour the night will be undone!
The children on the street are marching one by one,
To innocent to know that a nightmare has begun."
He clasped his hands when he finished his speech,
His shoulders were shaking in delicious relief
The Tears Of The EarthWhat would you do if the world stopped,The Tears Of The Earth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spinning and swirling to a systematic halt?
Would you climb to a mountain majestically high,
Raise your eyes up to the finite electric universe,
And reflect on the redemption of a death so diverse.
Veins line the black with faults of blood,
And I can hear the crazed howls of horror,
Erupt up from the centre of an empty Earth.
Screams swell to scorch the skies above me,
Where sunlight fades to freeze the faces I see.
What would you do if the world finished,
Falling and frolicking to a fatalistic end?
Would you swim to a sea seductively low,
Embrace your demise in that endless dark space,
And regret on the reclamation of a pitiless place.
Bones cover the gray with scars of greed,
And I can hear the fazed sighs of sorrow,
Burst forth from the core of an eccentric Earth.
Calls condemn to curse the cries around me,
Where twilight dies to damn the dead I free.
Deep WithinI've taken what I've held withinDeep Within2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And shoved my hand real deep
And pulled out what was inside
What I held so deep within me
It's black and hollow
And nothing can be heard from it
Even though it's screaming
No one's ears will it ever reach
It was thrashing, turning and pulling
On everything that held me together
Making everything it touched negative
And making me hard to be around
It killed my heart
It burned my soul
And threw it down a well
Because no one needs a heart or friends
When you have loneliness
HappinessShe leaves me frequently, without warning-Happiness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this capricious lover of mine.
Without provocation, she deserts me;
without rhyme or reason she leaves me to
complete her madness in the dark.
I forget often that she is Master
and I mustn't question her actions
even though they leave me at a loss.
As I standby, and learn to dissect myself
like an insect speared on a peg,
or a corpse rotting in some grimy catacomb,
I must recite the mantra:
she is god. She is god.
Fragments of days pass by me
and I, in a haze of half-forgotten memory, cannot piece together
any singular moment in time
that could connect to anything else.
There is only her,
and her spindly hands upon my throat
before she finishes her rounds
and smugly skips away.
I try fruitlessly to pick up the
shattered remains of what was once a human life.
Her face is tattooed on my soul.
Her voice echoes in the lonely halls of my memory.
Her touch is a scar upon my existence.
I cannot salvage a thing.
And then, just like the tide,
ArtArt.Art2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The world is your canvas.
Society is your paint brush.
The people are your choice of colours.
What kind of picture would you paint?
How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?
Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?
Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?
I ask because every portrait I create,
Is inspired by what is already in front of me.
So is it possible to even recreate,
Anything that the mind is not able to see.
The picture will always be the same
Because this life is all we know.
Where there is compassion there must be pain
Because it us who made it so.
The DoveAnd through the glass so delicatelyThe Dove2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sat and watched with glee
Never before had I seen
A beauty such as thee
Autumn leaves of fire there
With raven sometimes though
Lavender upon thy hair
The piercing brown o'glow
And forever shall the poet wait
Watching as the raven sings
For the liberated dove of fate
Cascade of colors dance in spring
Liberation from the prison of
Cradle that comprehend naught
Cherry blossom stains line the dove
Delicately they line it's wings, sought
Release of echoed pain;
The flower of somniferum
Doth bring a blissful rain;
The clipped bird becomes numb
O'heaven's speckles of light
Shine and blessed thee;
So that the raven can taste delight
When that dove becomes free
The only man that tries.So i thought id write a poemThe only man that tries.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for everyone who feels alone
for everyone who feels unloved
for anyone who has no hope.
And so i thought id be that guy
who can make their dreams fly
who will be the one that tries
be the one that makes them smile
And i thought id be the one
to make the pain go undone
to make the memories die young
stop them from running from the sun
Oh how i want to be that guy
who sees the tears flow out their eyes
and make the pain cease when it tries
and make them feel like its alright
but when i try to be that guy
seems that my words are despised
and that flow of love goes dry
and I would be cast away like flies
But i Will be that guy
because i know that given time
that anyone that needs a friend
will look towards the only man that tries.
Lucifer's fallLucifer's fall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at yourself!!Look!
You're the brightest star of them all.
See,darling,you're the most beautiful one,
But still,you chose to fall.
Your wings shattered,
And your soul went black,
Did you ever regret it,my dear?
You keep it silent,there's no way back.
You left heaven behind you,
Do you miss it? I know I do,
I miss the innocence and the glitter,
The sweetness of the clouds and the truth.
I miss my wings,
Yes,honey,I lost them too.
See,when you fell,
I jumped. I fell with you.
I just wish you'd take me in your embrace,
Hold me tight and never let me go
Your sinful lips on mine,
Send me the wind and I'll know.
I can feel you all over,
My body is sinful,my soul is almost gone
I know the taste of your scent,love,
And I know your body is still warm.
And one day,I just felt the known heat;
I felt your lips on my neck,your arms around me
I looked at the mirror,how fucking good we are together.
And in that darkness,I knew,you'll never leave.