Valentine's Day? UGHA blood-colored box in the shape of a heartValentine's Day? UGH2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What an ironic way to express a poisonous dart
Well perhaps that might be the best way
To also show how love doth decay
So here I stand with my little red box
Crimped firmly shut with bleeding locks
Digging a grave with a blackened spoon
I bury this trinket under the glow of the moon
No love for me, not for even one day
So to all I whisper: screw Valentine's Day.
UntrueOur love has become a long, pallid interstice,Untrue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An extra audacious lie.
We were rhythms of elusively canonized hope-
Hope, of the future.
You and I both fell sharply
To its wicked incantations,
Excited by those obtuse visions;
Now they are but paltry.
Our few words
Are now manifolds of acerbity.
Yes, the kisses and the hugs were savory;
Just pulling of puppet strings, controlled by hormones
Our paths have split at the fork
Separating this feigned love-
This lust obscured, haggard love.
I bid you farewell with a wind carried kiss.
Love StinksWhen you are feeling sadLove Stinks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what's the sense in romantic songs?
Love is good, they say...
Did I learn it all wrong?
Heart is an attention whore,
love is a vanity game,
romantic stories are just lies -
Now cover your face, and hide the shame.
Forget the trifles and common sense,
remember this one thing:
No one cares about your feelings,
love is rotten and it stinks.
Like Tears in the RainAll those times we've shared,Like Tears in the Rain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All those moments, good and bad,
Even these very words,
Will eventually be lost in time,
Like tears in the rain.
Power of ChoiceChoice is Will. Will is Power.Power of Choice1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A choice can change everything in a second of an hour.
Your choices are your own to make.
They are the fruits of soul and spirit.
A choice must be thought of wisely
Other lives may be entwined in it.
Never EndingIt's always winterNever Ending2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where I am from.
The snowy white piles
Never leave sight.
Brings us such plight
Constant winter, constant ice.
We long for summer
To shine it's light.
Heat up our lives
No silent nights.
But it never comes.
We live alone.
The snow will fall.
An endless winter.
What Lovers DoWhen I was lost you found meWhat Lovers Do2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So now you’re lost let me find you
Fall into my arms sweetheart
No questions, it’s what lovers do
Cradled in my arms tonight
Till the morning after ensues
Maybe then you can see things
From a different point of view
We can sit here all night babe
I’m no saint to offer guidance
Just some whispered words of love
I’ll be here when you break your silence
There is no doctrine of life
But only second hand wisdom
Each person is their own jailor
And inmate begging for freedom
Some of those are there by choice
Others will just misplace the key
You are indeed the latter
But please know you can rely on me
May this torrid time tick away
This is no requiem to our love
As I refuse to mourn the end
Of you, of me and of us
ConnectionsConnectionsConnections2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The consciousness defragmented
Webs of feelings
Reality mixed with dreams
The primal behaviours obtained
Sink into brain matter
Growing, rotting deep inside
I let them come
To wash my trembling body
The silent cries
The glimpses of stupidity
Get lost and change their shapes
Deprived neurons fire madly
Out of control
Out of this plane of existence
That link the good and bad
I let them come
To wash away my body
I stand a pylon
Made of metal and of glass
The pieces of me consumed
Digested and reinvented
By links without a reason
I let them come
And stop trying to make sense
Their origins forever lost
clef(t)any violinistclef(t)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
could be a neurosurgeon
both possess a certain
dexterity of hand,
a delicacy with
(and love for) their
a joy in manipulating them
to create form
both can calm nerves,
with a swift and decided
twitch of a finger.
IdentityDrunkenly stumbling, never fully awake.Identity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wash. Rinse. Repeating these old audiotapes.
You build corners out of souvenirs
To stand in after the rain. You
Would like to stay dry, but the roof is
I enjoy B-movies with enemies
While two-faced friends poison my bubbly.
Superstitions are instinct, and you wear
Crosses to keep the vampires away, only
Praying in secret when you fear Hell's
alienthe flagrant impossibility,alien2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the undeniable otherness of you
(ineluctable and raw
as a cracked egg,
glints in every turn of your eyes.
you are a universe
a system of Heavenly bodies
heavy with influence:
planets whir at your fingertips,
I wonder how you see me:
as a dispassionate judge of the cosmos,
my actions a blur in a sea of
equal and opposite?
or—do I excite you?
do you ponder the
composition of my atmosphere,
the molten heat at my core?
do you ever,
for a single, measured moment,
forget your station
and allow yourself to be pulled
into my gravity,
playing electron to my
barely there, nearly
jumping energy levels,
if this is true,
I also know
that when you remember yourself,
pulling the threads of myriad orbits
tighter about you,
there is an electric sort of magic in your gaze
whenever it meets mine.
bargainif you wanted me to,bargain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could be your muse:
paint your prose purple, prick
your metaphor ‘til it sang,
lure your ideas
into lurid, tragic urgency
and watch them take flight.
I could inspire
with the best of them,
spill words like oil
into your open mouth, empty
head: I could
make my poetry