Mind of Flesh, PainedBlood begun to seep again.
Pain setting greedy hands upon my head.
Chocolate seeing skewed blurry things;
brighter then they out to appear.
The 'wondrous' Light is so very cruel;
'blessed' Darkness far too deep –
it's coiling seductive spell.
Gentle hands of Shadows lay
easing down my racing mind
Repose – my darling elusive lover;
twines himself around my flesh.
Warmth sinks into ice-crystal bones,
and calms my weary soul
Eyes fall open,
bare feet tickle the air.
Iron-copper waters flow –
ants over uneven earth
Every drum beat pulse sends cool sharp waves
of agony rippling over still aching muscle.
The insistent nature of thought.
Razor-blades in eyes, needles in the brain.
Even being numb is starting to hurt
So I writhe, within my mind,
hide from judging eyes.
Life is not the Fate's decree.
Only choices that are made
can shape anything.
The choice though,
is not always ours
Time Does Not Touch Us Here 2Time Does Not Touch Us Here 24 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Time does not touch us here
But nothing in this world can be considered truly fair
Curiosity of many and the cruelty of millions
Life's foul mockery of a child's mirth
Saving hope can strike the killing blow
Cautious despair can save your life
Whisper in the dark
Silence in the light
Time does not touch us here
But days do pass
In this world where beauty is nowhere near
Rose Ver. 1Rose Ver. 14 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
A rose in full bloom is a beautiful sight
But be mindful of the thorns
Because a rose may be a beautiful sight it is deadly to touch
So once more heed my words
A rose is a rose
A truly beautiful sight
A thorn is a thorn
A truly deadly thing
A rose in full bloom is a beautiful thing,
But be mindful of the thorns
For they are a deadly thing
A deadly thing indeed
Where are you Love?Over trees and over buildingsWhere are you Love?3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Clouds form and rain is wielding
See the flying crow
Feel the shadow grow
How fondly we do cherish
Things that grow and then perish
Memory clinging in every leaf
Powerful loyalty and dazzling grief
Mate in aguish
Screams fill the air
She cries but you don't care
How her love does tare her apart
Her strength, no greater than her heart
Though she dies each day inside
She continues, not needing a guide
Mea Phobia. My FearMy own thoughtsMea Phobia. My Fear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My own mind
I can't escape
I cannot run
Caught forever in the storm
Nightmares stalk my every night
There is no peace to be found
When what I fear is my own mind
Through mirrored glass
Looking back at me
I see my nightmare
That can't be true
It cannot be
A blood-soaked mockery of me
Her hollow eyes
And smile, wide and mad
I fear to peer through mirrored glass
To see her there
LonelyDo I mean so little to you?Lonely4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Am I so insignificant?
Maybe someday you'll look up an mummer to the gods, "isn't something missing?"
I know that I'm just a sacrifice but I would die to know you love me
And if I bleed now, I'll bleed knowing you don't care
And if I sleep now just to dream of you; I'll wake without you there
Isn't someone missing me
Its strange that even the wrong words seem to rhyme and even the best fail sometimes
And I find that I always die a little more each and every time
How many times have I told myself to let go?
As many times, as I've told myself I can't.
Oh my solitude, forever here forever cold
Oh sweet solitude; you stand with me, I turn to you
I'm not even really here
I smile even though I don't believe, it's all that's left from the yesterdays
My wounds cry for the grave, my soul for deliverance
The end of all that's left in me is near
All I've ever known is gone long ago
How can I care, when all that is left is a broken stone heart beyond steal wall
Darkest TemptationDarkest TemptationDarkest Temptation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My love for her is a sin or so they say. They preach about the heart they know nothing about hearts. This heart, my heart beating with love for my Darkest temptation with love for my angel.
Her eyes blind me to the world. Her scent binds me to her skin. May my love for her never die. May her dark essence never leave me as my heart would stop beating prolonged suffering would ensue.
Their taunts enrage me so. Their eyes hold nothing but hatred for our light. The assassin’s knife, the hellish nightmare of betrayal shears the soul destroying all. The oblivion that is separation stretches forever on ward.
Death threats bring laughter, cruel words every word spoke to me is cruel, the maliciousness isn’t new, demons pathetic but when their sights rest on her they’ve brought me to heel.
Her eyes that once blinded me have dulled. Her binding scent torments me with black and blue on once pale perfection. Her captivating essence is dying. So to am I. M
UneditedGod?Unedited3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey, are you listening?
I'm never sure, because you rarely seem to answer anymore.
Do you believe what they say?
That hell is home for me, because I'm gay?
I can think of several other reasons why.
If You made me perfect,
like they told me every day in catholic school,
then why would you order a hard and fast rule,
about who should be loved by who?
God, I've been a good girl, gone to church every week,
but still I feel so low, I can hardly keep,
my head up anymore.
I have lots of friends, tons of support,
and plenty of places to be,
but that's not enough for me,
I'm too stubborn and too tough, to ask for help.
I can't do it anymore,
God, that's why I'm sitting here with empty bottles on the floor,
I could really use someone right now.
God, what if I die right now? What if nobody shows up before these things take effect?
What if my mum comes in here and finds me seemingly asleep,
sees the bottles and realizes it's something more?
Who would clean it up?
Would you leave my parents to
Lost Child of The EarthLost Child of The Earth2 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Gracious Host, can you explain?
Why the wind is the saxophone, horn, and flute?
Why every footstep and rain drop is echoing
like every piano key?
Benevolent Host, can you explain?
Why it's music and not sounds that run around my head?
Why heartbeats sing and voices fly away?
Why blood dances and bodies still?
As though Medusa has unleashed her gaze.
Gracious Host, can you explain?
Why, when all I want is silence there is
an overwhelming surge of sound?
Beautiful silk scarves of music.
change.things have changed as we've moved alongchange.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i'm still thinking, "where did we go wrong?"
what used to be is now gone for good
if i could change things, trust me, i would
i barely know you, we hardly speak now
i wish things were good again, somehow
but they never will be, and that makes it tough
at times i still think, "when did life get so rough?"
but i'm learning from this, so i don't regret
i'll always forgive, but never forget
If You Don't...If your eyes are closed,If You Don't...4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
How do you see the cliff in front of you?
If you cover your ears,
How do you hear the train roar?
If your mouth is shut,
How do you call for help?
If you don't speak, no one can hear your call
If you don't listen, no one can help you
If you don't look, death can sneak up on you and take you away
If you don't no one will even know your there to know if you're gone
Insomniatic NarcolepsySometimes sleep is an enemy.Insomniatic Narcolepsy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The hunted one who escapes
my grasping hands. Exhaustion,
a mystery, but also a dear friend.
In the garden, furious and counterfeit,
my body trembles with memory.
And in insomniatic dreams, I dream of sleep.
But sometimes this is untrue.
I sleep peacefully? , but do not dream.
Nightmares that are forgotten in waking,
the heavy weight of sleep to settle.
On my back and on my eyelids,
blissful sleep interrupted by moments
Of horrible wakefulness.
I yearn for a cold warm darkness.
Narcolepsy is just as damming as Insomnia.
But I find I like it more.
To sleep away this life of
mine and be unknowing of reality.
My cells told me what to do- they always do.
I have to try again, they say.
So I'll lay down my head.
To stare out, unseeing, but distracted by everything.
Or to sleep and dream sweetly for a moment.
I am unaware.
4:07:13The real depressed people aren't the ones who lock themselves in their house all day,4:07:134 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's those who keep themselves busy 24/7 because they can't bear to be home alone
The silence vibrating from the microwave kills me
The radiance shining from your eyes blinds me
Staring up at the ceiling four in the afternoon,
Nothing changed from its place since four in the morning
I seem to be lying in this shadow forever
The furniture is too quiet, too solemn
and I can't walk two steps to open the lights
[even if I did it would only look so artificial and hurt my eyes and kill my cells I'd take out my blindfold]
I'm wondering if my clock is broken because the last time I looked it was the exact same time as just now, 4:07 in the afternoon
Clocks can be frozen and so could my ambitions
But my heart is thawing and d r i p p i n g with cold
Heartbeats are ticking out
It means nothing to me when it strikes midnight because I broke every clock in the house and took out their needle hands and
The Last GoodByeIt will soon be snowing on your graveThe Last GoodBye4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A gentle blizzard taking form
My tears are burning a trail down my face as the wind steals my warmth
My heart is heavy and beats loudly in the silence
Everyone is gone and I'm alone now
Me and all I stood for
Darkness has fallen and the torches flicker wildly
A rueful smile splits my lips
A mirthless laugh rolls off my tongue
And as the torch fires die, I walk away
Calling my farewell into the wind
"Good Bye My Only Friend"
PoisonFlowing through my veins,Poison4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your most painful poison,
tasted so delicious,
it broke my heart.
Your blue eyes,
you trapped me,
down in your blue eyes,
Love is painful,
Love is fulfilling,
Love is amazing,
Love is... love.
This awaits you Satan!Isaiah 14:9-17This awaits you Satan!2 years ago in Personal More Like This
New Living Translation (NLT)
9 "In the place of the dead[a] there is excitement
over your arrival.
The spirits of world leaders and mighty kings long dead
stand up to see you.
10 With one voice they all cry out,
'Now you are as weak as we are!
11 Your might and power were buried with you.[b]
The sound of the harp in your palace has ceased.
Now maggots are your sheet,
and worms your blanket.'
12 "How you are fallen from heaven,
O shining star, son of the morning!
You have been thrown down to the earth,
you who destroyed the nations of the world.
13 For you said to yourself,
Corpses DreamThe dead can shed no tearsCorpses Dream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though oft they wish they could.
The living shed those precious drops
Though oft they wish to steam them.
How is it I live?
Heart pumping fast and strong
Hot blood surging through my veins
And breath drawn into my lungs
Yet my heart is so very cold
And I feel not a thing
Perhaps I am truly dead,
Nothing but a corpses dream.
For life is but a dream to them,
And they the fear of most that live
Yet I cannot feel that fear,
No warmth, nor cold;
No love, nor hate;
No joy, nor pain.
Perhaps I am a co