We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
Still Alivei am the moon,Still Alive3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a painting in the sky,
don't trust me,
see, sins make us who we are;
tangled fate 'n
ends up in flames,
a circuit board love
in cigarette city
SilentA woman walks across an empty room.Silent3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wrinkled and wan flowers upon paper race slowly away
from walls neither washed or noticed
since . . .
She sat by the open window
tasting rain with her soul,
thinking far away into another land,
seeing a proud face
barely wrinkled, fairly tanned
staring out from so deep,
all women who gazed,
fell even deeper.
Not the sort of man she would win,
yet there was something present,
frail needful child
like when . . .
Flash of lightning,
torrents upon her face,
riding to capture the wind
not to be abandoned,
thunderous hooves pounding hard
upon dirt, pavement, grass,
up and down
nothing between their spines
completely at whim of the beast's loyalty,
both masters and slaves
as . . .
she dreamt every muddy bend embraced
the prince toward whom she raced,
from whom she ran,
in whom she dwelt,
for whom she existed,
as much as everything mattered
and mattered more than life
he mattered more.
Toward the wind, her friend,
GlassI always laugh when you refer to me as glass.Glass1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not just because of the way you say it,
Or because I know it's a crack at my fragility.
Glass is pure.
I am like granite -
my body nullified from too many clashing traits.
Glass is transparent.
I am like clay -
illegible from all the plastered smiles.
Glass is unyielding.
I am like chalk -
easily broken and scuffed away by meagre things.
Glass is hung up on walls and in great cathedrals,
tinted for enhancement, but only ever painted on by fools.
I am hidden behind keypads and camera lenses,
coated in a thick paste of deceptiveness.
No, my love,
I was never glass. (Despite my fragility)
Call me granite or clay or chalk
and be done with me.
i swear-i am sad from wantingi swear-3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but not from wanting you.
the winters worn away
and with the snow melted the brokenness
we were and i am not sorry for it.
i've stopped cussing beneath my breath,
been wearing more black
and if you so much as
cross the threshold
of my house
this isn't about you.
this is about the way you still manage
to pull at my heartstrings strung
across countries and continents,
the length of the world,
my soul tangled
how your hand still manages
to wrap around mine and i hear your voice,
thick with culture,
the stereotype supreme of irish catholic,
murmuring in my ear that it's all
right while you move my fingers
into my throat-
this is about how-
no matter how far you move (away)-
you will keep your grasp tight on me
and crush me if you can
just so you don't
october poems and cigarette endsi. where are the metaphorical cigarettes when you need them, augustus?october poems and cigarette ends2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
ii. the poetry fell through the cracked riverbanks of my mind and slid off to elsewhere
iii. so still, i continued to breathe the lovely mindfulness, the unconventional endlessness of consciousness nothing’s.
let’s call them dreamers.
iv. the poetry written on my bones fading with all the sleep i drank (till the drunk of November mornings), the dreams melting off like the stars which ate away at my skin and left me bleeding—dying.
v. so, this is what writer’s block feels like
the eradication of sweeter thoughts and dreams
vi. (i think i finally understood why van houten drank so much.)
vii. “but i think the words you write are beautiful,” he says. “you’re beautiful.”
“i’m not beau—”
viii. still i write with an unsettled heart and
as blue as the eyes which fell upon them
the thoughts spilling out onto the pages it met
Monsters and DemonsI think I'm pretty,Monsters and Demons1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don’t even think that.
I think I'm thin,
But you’re actually fat.
I think my friends
No they don’t, they loathe you.
If fact, no one likes you!
Why are you so mean
I AM YOU!
I am the voice,
Inside your head,
That makes you scream.
I am the monster,
That crawls into your heart,
And gnaws on it,
Until you bleed.
Until you cut.
Until you swallow
The internals of your poisons,
Tiny pill by tiny pill.
Until you fall asleep,
But never wake up.
Then I am finally silent.
But yet you’ve ignore me.
Sometimes you have.
Some days you go on,
Like I am never the bit of fragment
Of the sick twisted imaginat
The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was goneThe Little Girl Blinked9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare
A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line
But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts
And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’
Though he never existed beyond her thoughts
He was as real as a chrysalis on a tree
The butterfly perhaps was her freedom
The caterpillar was her memories
But she still sees his face in the reflection
Of her brown eyes in the cracked mirror
Knowing that he is alive and well
And is always going to be with her
People never understand reality
We are just
BelovedBeloved:Beloved10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Seam StressThe heaviness settled in like an anvil being dropped on me. I couldn't take the fog inside my head and the lead inside my heart anymore, so I sat in the sun to melt it away. I wanted to sear every surface until I couldn't feel anymore. What kind of life is that, though, to never feel anything? To never feel the joy of love; the way it wraps its arms around your heart and traces its fingertips along your veins? Even the pain of looking back at love's scattered memories is necessary to understand how beautiful the feeling once was; how lucky you were to have ever felt its lips press to your cheek, its breath collect in the hollow of your neck. Love does these things, sews itself right up inside you to close the holes within.Seam Stress4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
You'll be told you'll find another. You'll be told to go, go and find happiness because all this is, is hurt, and nothing else. The problem is, your heart doesn't understand the complexities of bad timing or fear or settling for another because of low self-worth. You
A poem about loveLove consists out of painA poem about love10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love consists out of desire
Love is what I admire
Love always fights against my brain
Love is despising
Love is passion
Love is not a piece of fashion
Love is always surprising
None of these things are untrue
Love is enough to make one weep
That is love as it seems
Yet when I think of you
I simply can’t fall asleep
Since life is finally better, than in my own dreams
To Save Your LifeTo Save Your Life1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Save Your Life
Heroes are hard to come by
Especially in this day and age
Because of you- I am still alive
Hail, the vanquisher of pain
I fought as long as I could have
But I sank into the weakness below
And I felt my sorrow's wrath
The helplessness took over
My fists let go
Of the resistance
I fell from hope
The light faded in the distance
It was all a dream
A simple false belief
Hands dangled frantically / Tears dripped endlessly
I needed a hero to save me / I yearned to be set free
A hand reached out
I was finally found
I rose back to grace
And the darkness brightened
The savior I awaited
Lifted me up and triumphed
I prayed as much as I needed
Even when I was beyond drowning
I knew a kind soul would pay heed
Every mourning human deserves saving
When we are used to being alone
True kindness is difficult to find
But one day that hero will come
To save your life
free birdit’s a need to feel the suns golden fingersfree bird6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
teasing figure eights along my back,
& the wind on my cheeks.
i must have been
a bird in some past life,
a swallow or a hummingbird.
because, i swear on some nights
i can feel the growing pains of an atlas
ready to burst through my skin like wings.
i just want to be
no one listensthis is the part where you start listening.no one listens5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i'm not one to pour my words,
cheap wine no glass just red solo cup,
into an empty room.
i'm not one to talk when everyone
only pretends they're listening when really,
they're just hearing.
the part you start listening
comes at the part where i show you my skin.
i could show you my heart all i want
but you won't hear me.
i could tell you about every moment
i've spent basking, drowning
in whatever endless emotion
and you would nod sympathetically.
but you still wouldn't listen.
not til i show you my skin
screenprinted and scattered in scars,
hatchmarking of blended bends
and tall and stretched.
or if i told you how i've left my body
in shambles, and left it, broken
and rained on like cardboard boxes on city streets
five years after my destruction proved inadequate
until someone else
with fracturing fingers
ruined me worse.
my bones splintered under the thin
stretch of skin
covering them until i grew thick limbs,
a trunk like a tree.
I'm talking myself in circles,I screamed,I'm talking myself in circles,8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"There is nothing
wrong with me, not a damn
I wanted to believe
the big dipper on my arm
meant something more
than sun marks & kisses.
But, how can I trust words
that slip through my teeth
as easy as breathing
when this star
has only ever learned
how to f
Sick.life slouches against the doorSick.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
[i think i can hear it crying]
sickly grins lick my lips;
rub the undersides
of scream-sore throats
stained with the sweetest sort of bruise
screams all my own
swallowed in cotton lungs
pressure in my skull
fire in my veins
holding the skin i had
clinging tighter to fragility
and i just can't find
the strength to cry
the night stretches on for months
i shake like a leaf
The tenderness that's herWith every word written, with every word spokenThe tenderness that's her1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try my best to express myself, without it being broken
For what I feel is deep in my heart, is love that I want to be showing
Every day it develops, every day I feel more loving
Is the tenderness of passion, which I’ve never felt before
A feeling that I got from a girl who I truly adore
Beautiful as a rose and gentle as a peaceful dove
My heart gets filled with warmth, a feeling I describe as love
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, that’s as simple as I can be
So very cute and filled with joy, she’s the only girl who I want to see
Her adorable smile that always cheers me up, she’s the only one I need
She’s everything I ever wanted, I thank god that he gave her to me
MeanderingHardly a mountain, though on lowering days its head sits wreathedMeandering2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the mists of a passing front, aged and befogged as bygone elders
Doddering about before there were names for the malaise
That hazed their thinking
And from this modest crown there slouched and sloped
A long shoulder, meandering down to meadows below
Pausing now and again to coddle a pleasant hollow
Casting a sloping pitch enough to rush a torrent
After a sudden shower
Its glint and glimmer burble among the stones
To join a rill and plash and swirl and putter about a root
It's there I'm apt to wander
Not much of a path, hard passed and thorny
As twisted and narrow as the thoughts of bigoted men
Treading there finds stern resistance and stones to turn the foot
The clatter and crunch of brittle leaf acorns pop and skitter
A plenteous crop, beyond the appetite of wild things at forage
Leathery husks abound, pignut hickory the ebon stains of walnut
On taking pause the quiet lay, a
FrailtyI see it in her sinking eyes,Frailty11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the silence of their gaze--a child
batting at the final thread
of life, nine for nine. Darker days
pass with worry tumbling deep
in its high-walled pit. I see it:
something that says this is the last,
when I touch the curve of her back,
the rise of spine, the uneven quiet
of her response while winter bulks
and burns with its oppression of frost.
I see it in my brother, the care
of each hand as it arches over bone.
There is hunger, but she does not eat--
only laps at a small drinking bowl--
and I tell him this is it, it is now:
but he insists as love does--wandering
dove in the dark cave that is death--
says all he needs to do is feed her.
But I see it at work flashing up
with his number that same day, his voice
quivering as tongue-tapped water;
and I knew he would rescind
our agreement: a leap into the dark
without the interference of barbiturates,
a vet's cold table, two gloved hands
that are more steel than hands. I see
it there, to give in like that: to
the letter that never arrivedas if grief had never hollowed out my heart,the letter that never arrived5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
caverns echoing with the memory of a laugh,
as if despair had never stolen my voice
until love whispered in my ear
and I knew what mattered,
of knowing: there are things
you will decide to protect yourself from,
you must never relive,
and some you must live
and live again,
no matter the cost
Perfect on PaperWe cut heartsPerfect on Paper9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
into paper to make streams
That was my impression of it.
That you ripped
the pieces you didn't want
until you got something that was
It's no wonder
that I can't believe that someone
would think I was paper-perfect,
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
stolen suicideshe inhaled your love-stolen suicide4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
not because she loved you back,
but because you
were the only thing that didn't plague her-
the only human who didn't stain her bones.
and she recycled the poetry you used
to take her breath away
because she was never whole enough
to spit her own thoughts
and to breathe by her own words.
you told her that no human could be heartless
and she accused you of lying-
explaining that she's seen empty chest cavities
and she's seen blood sit still
but she's never seen death.
and one day she made you so angry
so fucking angry
because she wrote a letter
saying goodbye to her life
and she had stolen your words
but not given you any of the credit.
StarIt used to be so easyStar4 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When I was just my father’s son
When I could be whatever
I could pretend to be
And know that if I fell he would take care of me
But oh how time flies
Much faster than the speed of light it seems
Don’t know if I can catch up
Or swallow up my pride
But I suppose as much as any I deserve to try
Like a star that’s going to die
I feel the pressure swelling up
And I just don’t burn as bright
Though I may not love my life
There’s still a spark that’s left inside
That’s waiting patient to ignite
And it will bring me back alight
It used to be so easy
When I was just my momma’s boy
And I’d learn from her every day
What it means to give a damn
And if a girl should break my heart she’d comfort me
But oh how time flies
Much faster than the speed of light it seems
Feels like I’m barely keeping up
Got nothing left to hide
To be a better man I’ve got to give it time
Like a star that’s going to die