Written in BloodThis is my pain, written in blood,
How deep it runs, its ceaseless flood,
Droplets of scarlet splash onto white,
My deep red sorrow, crimson and bright,
Blood-drops of agony splah onto the floor,
Searing pain bleeding through all of my pores,
This is my pain, spelled out for you,
Pooled on the ground in visible view,
It's written on the walls for all to see,
And yet nobody seems to connect it to me,
This is my pain,
It's driving me insane,
This is my pain,
Written in blood but all in vain.
A SmileI'm waiting terrified for the last decision,A Smile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gently touch the knife,
My heart is pounding, waiting for the lethal incision,
I almost see the blade shedding the liquid of life,
I hear myself choking with my own blood,
The sound of the knife rending my flesh - a deafening thud.
But your hand goes further; over the axe it leans,
Shining ruthless under your fingers,
I'm about to die, by all means,
A sick suspense lingers,
I almost hear the sound of my breaking bones,
The gushing blood, the moans,
But no; your hand, well, further it goes.
"A gun? "
With it easily it will be done,
Infix the cold metal and let me bleed to death,
"Will it be fun? "
Just imagine the blood outflow until the last breath,
"Or a hammer? "
My body you could simply mash,
But you'll need to endure the blood splash,
That will stain your hands and face.
But instead that, your fingers, they retrace.
"The most lethal weapon isn't any of these",
You say stepping back, as my heart is starting to appease,
"It would be to
LifeLife.Life3 years ago in Letters More Like This
What does exactly life mean?
Let me crawl out of my dark corner and spit out my own definition. Let me shed these words before it becomes illegal. Let me crawl out for a moment; after I finish you can toss me and my ripped soul back in my gap. You can laugh at me and my foolish words. You can spit on my face and step on my heart.
And I know you will.
Life is built of silly, great, sweet, glorious, uplifting, cheerful, colored lies that we are used to call dreams. You can claim that I'm insane but try to analyze your dreams for a moment. Try to grab those sweet words you whisper to yourself every night. You can try but it will never become true, just like your dreams. Sure, five people out of twenty-five will see their dreams turning into reality, but for how long? Seeing your dreams turning into reality involves seeing them shatter down to pieces.
You may say that I'm negativist. You may give me examples of people that built up their dreams and lived happily ever after. You
SorryTo the future children of this world, I'm sorry.Sorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry that life is so tough.
And that not everyone is going to like you no matter how spectacular you truly are.
I'm sorry, this world is filled with hate and prejudice.
That everyday innocent people are killed either by themselves or others.
That because you're different you might have to run just a little harder than everyone else.
I'm sorry for the fact that true friends are so hard to come by.
And that one day they will still hurt you.
What sets people apart is whether they're worth hurting for or not.
I'm sorry that one night (or many a night) you will end up lying in the darkness crying all alone.
And that you might never know the reason why.
And I'm sorry that you're not given a choice to be born and the only thing you can do is make the best of it.
That sometimes hard work just won't cut it.
I'm sorry that sometimes you might be alone in a place you never wished to be in; with not a soul in the world to watch over you.
A Bottle Of AlcoholOnce again, laying on the floor,A Bottle Of Alcohol4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can barely move,
But I'm still holding on,
I keep it tight in my hand-
A bottle of alcohol
My sight is blurred,
A strange beat I hear in my head,
I think I'm feeling great,
Because in fact I can't feel nothing at all,
I've let myself fall,
Drown my thoughts in a bottle of alcohol
I thought it will help me,
Maybe it will set me free,
Erase my mind, get a new start,
Delete the memory of you from my heart,
Help me move on-
A bottle of alcohol
I pull out the phone,
I'll make a try one more,
But all I hear is the robotic, impersonal voice,
" .please try again later", she said, just as before.
All is in vain, the "later" turned to never.
So I'll take another shot,
It can't harm me anymore now,
You already burned me on the inside,
Maybe soon I'll die,
My indifference about that is something I can't hide,
You already killed my soul,
But maybe will take its place-
A bottle of alcohol.
Long ago I gave up the fight,
Because I've lost you,
The Waltz Of DeathThe white vintage dress I'm wearing this time,The Waltz Of Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The alluring, blood stained sickle is this night my partner to crime.
Performing a gentle pirouette upon the rotten copses,
I embrace the dried bouquet of roses,
I lose myself in this deadly symphony,
Start the waltz of death,
I just sold my jaded soul for this sick melody.
My heart has been corrupted by this wild twinkle,
By the mellow whisper of the sickle,
With one more step I hear another breaking skull,
They are screaming blood, but to me is null,
The waltz of death revenge will bring,
It just broke the last sanity's string.
Smiling, my signature I carve on their torn faces,
I look satisfied at this massacre,
The floor is covered with whacked corpses,
The walls with blood and guts are painted,
The evidence of the laceration they abided.
In the front of my mangled audience,
The waltz of death I'm performing,
Discontinued by an innocent reverence.
The dress is soaked in bitter tears and blood,
The sickle in a chopped
The Hope That Kept Me AliveI thought you were here,The Hope That Kept Me Alive4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought you would stay by my side,
But It wasn't real,
Now I know I can't hide,
It was just an illusion I've created,
My own happy world, far away from the dark.
When the truth was right in front of me,
I lied to myself telling "this can't be".
I closed my eyes and wished for better,
I wiped my tears realizing this will come true somewhere near to never
But at the end of the dark tunnel, I've seen a light,
It was a drop of hope,
The hope that kept me alive.
Hanging by the thread of hope,
I've figured out that you're so gone.
Were you even there?
All this time I've been alone,
Holding on by a shadow,
Feeding with memories,
In a world of hollow.
I am just a fool, I keep the memory of you alive,
Hiding from the crowd, they'll never understand,
But in the end I think I'll survive,
Or is this another illusion?
The hope that kept me alive
Less than PerfectHis best features?Less than Perfect4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His beautiful flaws.
XayllerA shout, a corpse,Xayller4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the midnight,
Xayller is spilling again blood,
Delighted by the fear,
The cries, the screams,
Is what he loves to hear.
A beast at the night,
Knocking on the door,
He'll tell you everything will be alright,
But then your whole world will fall,
Xayller is trying to get your core,
Because he's empty on the inside,
Xayller got no soul.
The flesh is torn apart, the ribs are smashed,
But this night Xayller is not the same,
He screams for help,
Knowing he's the one to blame.
She told him, "You own my heart",
At the night, in the backyard,
Staring at the moonlight,
Xayller layed her on the ground,
She didn't know what's coming,
She didn't know her chest will be opening.
His bloodshot eyes,
She saw in then a wild highlight,
His claws touching her ribs,
Xayller thought that her heart can be his,
She starts to scream, to beg him not,
But Xayller is looking for a heart,
So he won't stop.
With the claws he's digging in the flesh,
Her ribs he'll smash,
While the blood is runni
Do You Remember?I burst into laughter,Do You Remember?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're begging me to let you go,
Do you really think this is a joke?
Now is time for you to bow.
Do you remember when you used to call me "freak"?
What made you believe that I'm so weak?
There's nothing bad in being different,
Now, I hope you know how pleased you should be,
To know the real me,
A mad psycho, that's what I am,
And with a bloody murder, that's how I'll end this game.
Do you remember how you used to break me down?
Everyday bit by bit, why you wanted to destroy my soul?
But I didn't let you see my tears,
I turned my back, pretending is not real,
I couldn't let you know my fears.
Now, I hope you won't mind,
If I tear you open wide,
Chop your heart,
Do you remember you did the same?
For your savage death you are the one to blame.
Why don't you laugh in my face once more?!
Do you believe now that the wheel can turn?
Well, your whole life is about to bend,
Take a look at my hand,
Is that your miserable life that I'm holding?
With your own blood,
Between Human And BeastThe beast tried to run away but now is squatted on the ground,Between Human And Beast3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Desperate it tries to howl but what comes out is just blood,
With fangs and claws they are ripping off its skin,
They are displaying satisfied a sardonic grin.
While wresting its flesh, humans they claim to be,
Killing the beast, they say is setting the world free,
Bound in chains it lies dreaming to the last breath,
But they won't listen to its despairing cries for a sudden death,
Because the beast is accused of defiance,
Being different - maybe was made with the Devil a compliance.
Lacerating its bruised skin with their crooked teeth,
The beast is wailing, blood gushing from underneath,
Its body turning to a mass of broken bones and slaughtered flesh,
The painful cry extinguish willing to shape a start afresh,
But the poor soul hangs by a thread,
Its eyes are dry, the blood had been shed.
A fact between human and beast,
For which the death of the innocent is a reason to feast,
Someone really owns the power over oth
The Room 259Sardonic laughers, sick lullabies,The Room 2594 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We'll make you pay for all your sins,
With hatred, madness in our eyes.
Welcome to the room 259,
We'll enjoy to see you dyin',
In a comfy, bloody bed,
Well, darling, that's the price for lyin' !
"I just want to see what you've got inside,
You're so pretty on the outside,
I promise you,
Your stomach will be sew,
It will look like new."
In that corner,
A pretty girl is crying,
Fallen on her knees,
To God she's praying,
Screaming out her lungs,
For forgiveness she's begging.
Nobody can't save her now, even God
We have no mercy, we'll love to spill her blood,
We'll rip off her skin to see,
Now how beautiful she can be,
How many hearts she will break again?
We've got nothing to gain,
But it doesn't matter,
We like to make them suffer,
And forever we'll stay alive,
To punish them, to make justice,
Their heads to cleave,
The revenge for the betrayed ones we will bring.
A dying men is crawling on the floor,
He's screaming blood,
While is trying to get to the
Is This The Way I Chose To Be?Look into my eyes,Is This The Way I Chose To Be?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you think I'm made of stone?
I'm just exhausted of those useless cries,
I'm sick of feeling alone.
Behind that sick mischievous grin,
The full of hatred tone,
I do have my own dream,
I do have a soul.
Why don't you look into my eyes?
Behind my own stone wall,
That I've built to defend myself from the lies,
That's the way I've chose to be,
Why can't you see the real me?
They say is not true,
The person I'm trying to prove to you.
Maybe they are right,
Is there a real me that I'm trying to hide?
Maybe in time I just turned into a monster,
I destroyed everything was nice from me,
Is this the way I chose to be?
I stare at my own reflection,
An empty sight, pale skin,
The good has been burn,
I think I can't recognize myself,
There's no way to turn.
Destruction became my new passion,
Hurting others is a hobby,
Is this the real me?
Is this the way I chose to be?
I will never believe,
I'm not a monster, not a ghost,
Maybe a dark shadow,
My own dreams I stopped to follow.
Arms Of A StrangerThe view is painted today in such blazing colors,Arms Of A Stranger3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But at least are dimmed all the errors.
The vapid grey of his eyes turned into cyan,
While the blonde hair had rapt the shine of the sun,
Bodies without faces are swallowed by the mist one by one.
The distorted sound seems stunning,
But at least is indecipherable every word coming.
My sight is blurred but I think his face reminds me of another "him",
In these whirling waves I can barely continue to swim,
So I hang on this stranger's face,
Catch him in a breath-taking embrace.
The words I said came out so twisted,
But my tongue is knotting,
The phrase was almost spitted
His lips are stretching into a smile of understanding,
A whisper that is supposed to reach me floats away,
But I purport this was okay,
Sure, except the moment when I've almost lost self-control,
A sudden contact of our lips imbued with alcohol.
I Was Once LovedI was once a child. I had two parents whoI Was Once Loved4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cared for me. Every day they would wrap their
arms around me and tell me how much they
Life was perfect. Maybe not what others
Would consider sweet bliss, but I was happy.
Nothing in the world could ever touch me
But life isn't perfect, and neither are
people. For this reason, I cannot help
but say goodbye to everything I know.
Goodbye, Miss Evans, the little old lady from next door
Goodbye, Police officer, who greets me every morning.
Goodbye, little blue-jay, sitting on the branch just outside my window.
Goodbye, Charlie, the little tabby cat that lives under the house.
Goodbye, Mother, who after you lost your love, you became an alcoholic.
Goodbye, Father, who left a desperate mother and me to the deadly grips of debt.
I was once a child
Who would demand a beautiful song to
be played from my music box as I rested
my head to fall asleep along with a
I was once loved
Soul CollectorBloody murdererSoul Collector3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damned soul collector
Tell me, how could you extort the life out of those shiny, brown eyes?!
I'm vividly smiling as he slowly dies
Tell me, didn't you fell a thing while giving the poisonous kiss?
I feel every beating of his heart as we are immersing in the bliss
A soul collector, destroyer of the mind,
I'm about to extinguish his light, to leave him lost and blind
I'll encage his ripped soul,
Just after he'll lose the self-control
Don't drag another soul into your disgrace,
Just one more blanked face
Don't kill again with your breath-taking embrace,
I promise, just one more one more stolen core
You know you shouldn't, but your claws are digging already in his chest,
I'm spilling his blood, the flesh I wrest
Don't collect this soul, not this time,
I must capture his soul before he captures mine,
I promise, just
I Think I'm Ready For The EndThe sky is bright, but it's turning into red,I Think I'm Ready For The End4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun is coming closer,
It seems like the whole world is about to bend.
The earth is shaking, is about of breaking,
Smiling, I look up ahead,
Maybe tomorrow is something we'll not get,
But as long I've got you, I think I'm ready for the end.
They're screaming, running,
Trying to get out alive.
I don't care,
I can see we're about of dying,
This may be the ending,
But I'm sure will come a new start.
There's no use in crying,
So I'll take your hand,
And as long I've got you, I think I'm ready for the end.
The earth is opening, releasing the creatures of the deep,
Flying above us, trying to devour us alive,
But I don't worry, I keep saying "this will be just another trip",
On our shoulders they'll land,
To tore out our eyes,
To cleave our head,
But as long I've got you, I think I'm ready for the end.
The flames of hell seems to come out,
Wanting to quench its blood hunger,
They are desperately running,
From death they think are hiding,
Given UpGiven UpGiven Up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This paper has never been whiter.
This pencil has never been sharper.
This pen has never been so functional.
This garbage bin has never been emptier.
This garbage bin is as empty as my head.
But sure, I'll still try, right?
I've tried writing.
A thousand times I've tried!
And for what?
I'm done with the dissapointment,
My hopes, trashed.
My dreams, dead.
I give up.
I can't do this anymore,
Trying to write when I clearly can't.
I can't do this.
Counting To TenPlease, take a seat and play with me,Counting To Ten3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until I count to ten you need to wait for the final decree,
Will this be the so waited sick revenge?
Yes, I say, your dripping, tacky blood my heart will assuage,
Will this be the time to extirpate the vermin?
Yes, I say, I will rip off your viscous skin,
When your heart still beats I will eviscerate your body,
if you know what I mean,
This scenery, just imagine, so bloody,
And there will be me holding your beating heart in the middle of this scene,
if you know what I mean,
After the life had been shed,
There is a corpse lost in a sea of red,
yes, my dear, you are dead.
Look how it glistens under the touch of your warm blood,
Look how it reveals the underneath, the ruby flood,
Perfect sharpen blade, like a smile under the light,
The fear in your eyes such a delight,
Yes, you should scream your lungs out because this will be your last sound,
sure, except the spatter of the blood,
Yes, I'm caught in this sweet ma
Life Is A ShowAnother day, another show,Life Is A Show4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Put on the mask, do another bow,
Fake a smile and wipe your tears,
Is time to play again the role.
When it comes to an end,
You are gonna find out it was just pretend,
No, it wasn't how they said,
They never really cared.
It was all your fault,
They've been just following the script,
You've been too involved,
Opened wide your heart,
Let them see what you've got inside.
But they tore it apart, they stabbed it,
Left you bleeding close to death.
Try to get up, try to erase your mind, breathe deep inside,
You say you'll start it all over, change youself forever,
But somewhere, the real you,
Hides far away from here,
Waiting to come back, for a new start.
Are you really inside cold as ice?
Are you really sick of these lies?
But take a look around, you do the same,
Now you are the one to blame,
Pretending to be something that you've never been
This life is a show,
For you, for me, even for them all,
You can never know what are they hiding,
Like you do,
Let me WriteI paint pictures with words,Let me Write4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can twist and bend them until
They fly high like a sky full of birds.
When darkness falls, my words twist.
I can only hope for a reaction
Of emotional mist.
My pencil knows no bounds
No softness, no darkness is discriminated
Against what words, what sounds, what grounds .
Close your eyes and let me sing
A story of pride, lustful sin, and greed.
Offering no gift but words to bring.
Let me write, let me write.
I'll gain the upper hand someday
For my progress knows no might.
A Cyan SightIn front of broken promises and lies,A Cyan Sight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I choose to look away and close my eyes,
I'm an intruder in my own dreams,
In the end proved to be wrong-all of my beliefs.
In the dark,
I've seen a light,
A bright warm smile,
A cyan sight,
I thought I've found my savior,
But when I tried to take its hand,
It turned into dust,
"- or was it just out of reach"
In a shadow I've put again my trust?
Falling into hollow,
I've lost my soul,
I got no more a light to follow.
Screaming out my lungs for help,
But there's nobody around to hear,
There's nobody to feel my fear,
Just a cyan sight,
That keeps shining in the dark.
But it's too far away,
While I tried to reach it,
Everything around me turned to grey.
My dreams keeps shattering in front of my eyes,
A fake life, expectations, sick tries,
All that I cared about simply dies,
Will this cyan lighter survive?
Survive to keep me alive.
A bright warm smile,
A cyan sight,
Maybe will lead me to the light,
Does it even shine for me?
I'm the one it ha
Of CourseSo we've reached the point againOf Course3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the sky's so thick and red
It may as well be made of blood
Spilling from the space volcano,
When no matter how we work at it
Nobody shuts up
And the doors to every fire escape are broken
We're supposed to feel the dew between our toes
And hot rain on our backs,
Taste the earth and paint it on our faces
Like a tribe of fools.
My fault for reading fantasies;
Forgot to read the smallprint
Where the author tells the truth.
My shoes are ripped to pieces
So the rain gets in
And I crashed into the text books only one lesson in.
No-one keeps your secrets
(even if you kiss 'em for it)
You can think that you're in love,
Until the beer kicks in,
And you are.
But you still danced with him.
No more metaphors to blame.
Monologue To The HollowThese rusty chains of your memory are not wrapped around my hands anymore. These bent, corroded, nails are not implanted in my ill heart from now. With a clash, the poisoned metal that stole so many days, months years? of my life fell down.Monologue To The Hollow3 years ago in Letters More Like This
"The one that stays,
The one that never gains,
The one that's all alone,
She will never move on "
These were the words that a little voice whispered every night in my ear. She was supposed to be me but somewhere, somehow, I managed to change the future. She was supposed to be just a shadow, a ghost, but somewhere, somehow, the feelings started to vanish. Just like you.
"I'm empty inside; you took away my core,
I'm just a reflection of what I've been before."
I used to stare at the night's sky because insomnia was torturing me. I couldn't close my eyes because you were invading my every dream and turn it into a nightmare.
"From the story of your life you tore away a page,
You wiped away such a deplorable stage,
Or maybe it was just
Were you really there?Everything is long gone,Were you really there?4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As you're passing by ,
I'm still walking on this road, all alone,
I'm still trying to move on.
An intruder in my mind,the ghost of the old times,
Is reminding me about how you used to say,
That you really care.
All this time were you really there?