Peach JuiceA cloud godPeach Juice1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
spilled his sun-glass of
peach juice across the sky,
the orange frothed into
heavenly Morse code.
The solar drink thinned
into a beard-grey
until the dome was
a glass-black sea,
an uneaten celestial crisp.
A cyberpoem :PSystematic error,A cyberpoem :P7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
erase all memory!
System error, the
program of thoughts
has a virus unnamed...
Memorized the face
of a human female,
the very moment
spent with her,
for her closeness,
erase the memory
core, erase, destroy!
Memory center overheating unnaturally!
System core decides: Erase, delete!
Unknown command: - Erase
Bad command, cannot erase
folder named 'To love her',
the folder is protected by a
To remember another!
Perfection is the answer
to all the problems unsolved!
No thoughts, no emotions,
Password: Emotion - Denied!
Core system overheating!
User trying to hold, to love,
an illusion seen,
an illusion unreal,
an illusion of her,
an illusion of human emotion,
an illusion of a feeling
that never existed,
of an emotion
that should never
have been invented,
hard drive damaged!
Perfection leads to
no emotion so useless,
anger only leads to power,
memory too good leads
Definition"Define yourself in one word."Definition9 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
FOR THE LOST CHILDI am a man who is lost in a childFOR THE LOST CHILD8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And my child he never grew
His spirit within, my mother defiled
Turning his soul black and blue.
The years have passed, the summers fade
Still my torment it rages on
This man I am, cold and afraid
Hides from the waking dawn.
My little child is locked inside
Vowing to never come out
This poor little boy, he thinks he died
Existing in shadow and doubt.
I love him, this child inside of me
Yet no matter how hard I try
He will never know what it means to be free
Until that day when I die.
It is I who bears his lasting pain
Yes, ‘tis I that must tarry and wait
Sometimes I think that my life was in vain
As I sit here and ponder my fate.
My mother’s been dead for quite some time
As Cancer accomplished its goal
Below the earth, she rests from her crime
With the little boys heart that she stole.
I see him each day in the mirror
This albatross that I must wear
Bringing me ever nearer
To the end of this life we have shared.
God has set the path I must
Sun WukongI am rock-heavy, quiet, half-Sun Wukong2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
minded, world-strong. The sun bursts
with my light, not the other way round.
This sky's my breath, this earth
my monkey fist. Past that, feet, my
feet, become what they scrape, and that
in turn becomes mine. The stars
pale to my fire-eyes, my golden sight,
I can strong-arm the cosmos. You won't
change these things, same as a five-pillar
cage could not. Mountains can't hold me
past five hundred years, and I'll play
tricks, even after. This adventure
makes us, not you, not me. Today, I am
rock-heavy, quiet, world-strong, and
empty, and this is defined through you.
Destiny and fateDestiny and fate... I think we try to make our own but the world always interferes.Destiny and fate10 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Hello GangsterHello GangsterHello Gangster1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A cloud of smoke, I go for broke
When I look straight in your eyes
Your wicked grin, hid unsaid sins
Yet I want to break off all your lies.
Eyes of ashes, long eyelashes
And your demeaning cocky smile
What about it? I can fight it
This feeling I’ve had for some while.
With your comrades, all damn hundred
But my knees won’t buckle, jerk
What can they do? They don’t know you
You’re but a crappy piece of work.
In fifteen years, I felt your tears
And I can feel it today still
Now you laugh, it ain’t enough
Your empty eyes it cannot fill.
Because she left you, whose blame is it to
And in my arms I let you cry
But time change things; life breaks your wings
Feel your tears… they never dry.
They see a fire, I see a liar
That conceals his scars with rage
When she was gone, your pretense undone
You never stepped out of that cage.
You knew you loved her, but never bothered
Shouting out your feelings loud
Now she’s past gone, you can’
Cell DivisionI. ProphaseCell Division1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mom’s heels hit the tile floor like gunshots. Dad saunters from the opposite direction. As they come into view, meeting at the kitchen doorway, they robotically move together as a single unit, as if to assure us that they are still sleeping in the same room. They split at the table. Dad sits at his place, grunts into his newspaper, and spoon-feeds cereal into his half-open mouth. He hides his forearms under the paper to cover up his goose bumps. Mom, in her unraveling, tacky, autumn sweater stops short, pausing to stare out the window. Her shoulders run perpendicular to her husband. The face on her cheeks is pulled tight enough to blend in with the October clouds and fog. She’s cold enough to melt into the glass and fade into the sky.
Nobody notices that breakfast was already on the table.
“Nice weather we’re having,” Dad lies.
I place my hand on the small of Abby’s back and shuffle her into a chair. She’s only ten, but she knows be
'The Others' don't matterNo matter what the others say'The Others' don't matter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will always go my way
No matter where the others go
I reject the social flow
No matter how the others dress
I don’t need this suiting stress
No matter what the others do
I am always here for you
No matter if the others flee
Hopefully you stay with me
No matter if the others bluff
I will always truly love
No matter what the others find
I still think that you are kind
AddictedAddictedAddicted2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug so intense
that it doesn't make sense
a drug you don't easily get
a drug revealing regret
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug I need every day
a drug which makes me pay
a drug allowing my heart to feel
and ignoring things that are real
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug I'm starting to hate
but can't get off it, it's too late
a drug I finally regret taking
a drug which keeps my body heavily shaking
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug causing me immense pain
though it's just so little, simple and plain
a drug I traded for everything I had
a drug which can only be found inside my head
Minimalist AngstThis poem is remarkably uninspired.Minimalist Angst5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not even a poem, it's a few lines of text.
But if I say it's an expression of minimalist angst
I should get away with it.
Because fashionable intellectuals are stupid.
YesYesYes1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Seven hells, I can’t tell
What on earth, damn I just fell
I’m not well, I can’t quell
This growing feeling’s but a spell
An enchantment, my resentments
Heart and mind in disagreement
Disappointment, no amendments
To this madness, just amazement
Even more, I abhor
That guy everyone adores
Down the floor, through that door
My heart flew but then what for?
To be numb? To be damned?
After breaking in his hand?
Thoughts be manned, feelings banned
I will fight until I can…
It’s tragedy, no remedy
It’s a madness woven melody
A rhapsody so raggedy
Fighting for my own heart’s custody
That was mine, by design
It was taken, Cupid’s crime
I’m not fine, I’m maligned
But why can’t I just draw the line?
Again he smiles, one so vile
But it’s one I can’t defile
That’s his style, took a while
But for it I I’d be beguiled
And I sigh, I let it fly,
Maybe now again, I’ll try
Make me high, make me cry
Pestarztschauerlich die SchnabelmaskePestarzt1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
schwarz das lange Federkleid
eisern-alt verstellt die Stimme
zeugen dir von Raub und Leid
platzen Träume auf wie Blasen
Eiter fliesst durchs Zukunftsbild
Kind sich an der Krankheit stillt
Raben kriechen, Raben schreien
zeig niemals dein wahr‘ Gesicht
sterbend weiter Träume picken
bis der Welten Licht erlischt
Object of desireObject of desire1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each evening, he watches the show
he admires her beauty
he listens to her sweet voice
Each evening, he imagines his life with her
his hand in her hair
his tongue on her sensual body
Each evening, a desire obscene crosses his mind
soon, I will come near thou
soon, you will be my mistress for eternity
Am Fenster stehenAm Fenster stehenAm Fenster stehen8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
während warme Luft nach draußen strömt
und kalte Luft nach drinnen
wenn es drinnen kalt wird
und draußen kalt bleibt
Am Fenster stehen
nach draußen starren
Am Fenster stehen
und niemand ruft "tu's nicht"
nichts verdächtiges tun
nur am Fenster stehen
Am Fenster stehen
sich nicht entscheiden wollen
das Fenster schließen
die Heizung einschalten
1898189818981 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It’s a chase, in a maze
Of a rundown city haste
And the knights in bloodlust craze
For the throne of her embrace
It’s a war, spreading far
They bring hell to where they are
In their bodies, thousand scars
And the smell of sweet cigar
When kings reign, death will rain
Tears will flow and so will pain
Drench the land till dust remains
And their flags with blood they stain
Take her head, like they said
This godforsaken soil they tread
Ain’t as if paradise they had
For this land’s already dead
Like the wind, it’s destined
To take her heart that’s free of sin
For her goodness lies within
Masked by vileness of her skin
Evil banished, demon punished
Like the spirits they all vanished
Light of day life’s been replenished
But pretense never diminished
Like a dream, justice streamed
And their promises they all scream
With their skins of colored cream
But their hearts never redeemed
Half a life, lived with strife
Promises they played like fife
Poeme du jour 11 / Daily poem 11Pour un écorché vifPoeme du jour 11 / Daily poem 112 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a skinned soul
Frantz, janvier 2013.
Poeme du jour St Valentin / Valentine's daily poemElle a volé mon coeur et s'est gelé les doigts.Poeme du jour St Valentin / Valentine's daily poem1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
She stole my heart and froze her fingers.
Frantz, février / february 2013.
Poeme du jour 23 / Daily poetry 23L’inconnue dans la rue à qui l’on veut mêler sa viePoeme du jour 23 / Daily poetry 232 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
– feuille d’automne
The stranger on the street with whom we'd like to entwine our life
- an autumn leaf
Frantz, janvier / january 2013.
Poeme du jour 6 / Daily poem 6Un café sans sucre – tasse fumant du néantPoeme du jour 6 / Daily poem 62 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sugar free coffee - cup of steaming nil
Frantz, 6 janvier 2012.
Horrorku II: the house of terrorThe House of TerrorHorrorku II: the house of terror1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
An empty house -
night marries insects
in cadavers’ bellies
in the bowels of
This translucent little
I run but the rotten
With broken legs
we crawl slower
than black spiders
An empty house –
night marries me
while insects devour my eyes
Frantz, august, 3, 2013