A Technicolor LifeA Technicolor Life6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swirls of hue like memories
Taint the purity of the once white rose
Innocently prevailing a imagery
A image of the known
These rainbowish flurries of color
Paint a ignorant mindset once again
Covering over the corruption
With their technicolor ways
How my dreams fade
Dwelling beneath that rose of life
When they will ever bud again
I shall not be aware
A colorful life in a hand
That can be crushed by a simple grasp
Has a value of far more then such
Therefore resist the urge to touch
The technicolor rose of life.
DeathDeath7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears drip from my face
salt stains my skin
my anger grows
with the drip drop of salty tears.
I always ask myself
"Why do I always have to be abused?"
I am not alone,
but I am the lone victim
of a long lasting vendetta,
a hatred that I have long since had.
The mirror, I see, to my soul grows darker
anger fills my veins
as I hold up a knife.
A voice screams "KILL!"
and another speaks calmly, "don't be rash"
As I drop the knife
I fall to my knees,
and sob silently.
All the people I hold dear
are to far away.
I have nobody,
not a person near,
that can help me.
help me stay safe.
Keepers of My Hearti.Keepers of My Heart6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are in love with being in love
like you're caught on the train tracks,
tied down by want, waiting for that
insistent collision to
steal you away into the land
of concussions and self-medication
and hearts that barely heal
and stories confessing the notches
in your bedpost, the lines in
your smile. the sour note in your
liberally dissonant melody.
you did not want tangibility
cotton trees cascading and butterfly
innards, serenading clouds and
(until the sky came crashing down
and you reoriented the earth)
you did not want me
I am solid and as notable as
the ghosts sleeping in y
Deserving of NothingDeserving of Nothing7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My endless imperfections
shout to the very core of my soul,
Beating away at my humility,
To bare reminder
that I do not deserve you
in the slightest...
Grace is your very essence,
as you embody that which is perfection.
Whereas my rush
to find the flaws of my name,
You tell it tales true,
of the feelings you hold.
Abnormal is my persona,
and infinite apologies are due,
Many thanks, just as much,
are in order...
To God, to you....
Beauty be what has enraptured my heart
for the eternal hour at hand,
You and only you are the whom
that I most desire,But never deserve.
DFC Day 9: Culminationsjaundiced hands will notDFC Day 9: Culminations6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
resuscitate. steadfast nights
have no home (but timely graves)
her eyes dimmed rosy.
discontinued pallid echoes,
bone cages "we're never free"
embeddeda sunset blister[pops] overhead, drippingembedded6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
security. she kisses her lover and leaves
with splinters in lips. there are moments
when she swears she can hear a breath
rattling somewhere within his
she swears in vain
and sometimes it's like they recycled
an old day, it fits the same and that
is an alarming halt to progression-
she says, we have to move on
but she doesn't ever leave, feet buried
under years of promises and plans and
anxieties. she's had a bird cage by her bed
since she was a little girl (begging wounded
blue jays to escape)
the day won't break, he watches
her sleep uneasily, respiring
Ashes to Asheswhen they peel back her skin theyAshes to Ashes6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
find a feeble layer of stringent
exigency saved up for the people who
would lend her a light on her path
to gossamer fabrications, she's
lost herself in fairytales like
the crumbs that don't lead home
and the girl who needs to sleep off
a few decades before things can
fall into place-
she dug her own grave but
it turned out to be a rabbit hole,
she's sea sick- she lulls
a little disarming when the waves reflect
your mirrored malignance and the
only way out is
(her siren song sounds like
a martyr's last motive)
she sighs and p
The Forward MovementThe Forward Movement6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my
How are you?"Hey! How are you?"How are you?5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frozen to the core,
Ready to cry some more,
Life is just rushed...
In so much pain,
Life has no gain,
Not good enough,
Life is just so rough,
No one could care less,
Sorry for complaining so much,
Sorry for being selfish and such,
"I'm fine, thanks for asking! And how are you?"
NosebleedTruth:Nosebleed1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your nosebleed is making me feel nauseated. It's a bone-deep kind of nausea, too. Drip, drip, drip, into the marrow.
I am going to watch you cough and then bleed out of your left nostril (a souvenir of a fight you caused under street lights) and pretend the drops you're making on my clean linoleum and on my white shirt are beautiful.
I think your eyes are turning yellow again. It's the colour of buttercups, surnrises, jaundice.
You know you have bloodshot, spidery eyes, but I'm going to smile sweetly and tell you they're blue so you'll feel a little better about staying awake all night looking at green contact l
Skeletal Foundationsit's the city that makes you,Skeletal Foundations6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she says when her industrialized eyes
start to flicker. her heart rushes
like a subway falling late and
the patterns in her skin remind you of
striated architecture (reminds you of how
everything's human in its own way)
we're precarious concrete skeletons
crafted by men praying we won't fall,
and we yearn- you know- we ache
for a sense of vitality and being to
enter us and make us more than a
pale ghost of an engineer's dreams and
maybe we have our own shadowy corners,
commotion exists betwixt her ears and
she's a destination, a place to rest and
catch your breath but not to settle
Nostalgiashe fell in love with the sound ofNostalgia7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
dying storms, and lost herself in
the blind spots accompanying her
every furtive glance
her downturned spine labeled her:
and her relentless divulging to
overcast skies defined her as
needy; but still she offered the
seeds of her pomegranate heart
to anyone willing to settle down
inside the breeze
and she was abandoned, long ago,
(once upon a time, no one cried)
by wolves with insipid fangs
and human eyes (her glittery irises
never quite belonged)
they discarded her when she asked if
self-delusions were a state of mind
she is poorly veiled, so see-through under
softenedthe sky whispers,softened1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
black as night and
just as hopeful.
and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.
I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
The WarA young girl.The War7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broken and torn.
On the verge of tears.
Keeping it all inside.
She's laughing and smiling.
So you assume she's all right.
But deep down she isn't.
The war rages on.
The battles are fierce.
But no tears are shed.
No matter what happens.
Everything she tries.
She loses every battle.
And the war continues on.
For YouFor YouFor You6 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Facing my enemies,
all on my own.
Facing our enemies,
now im not alone.
I have my friends,
and my family.
I believe we'll win this,
we can, cant we?
Blood is shed,
people are killed.
I'll keep on going,
for i am willed.
My loved ones fall,
into the dirt.
Not all are dead,
just badly hurt.
If this boy dies,
this would have been useless.
So I'll protect him,
even if our side loses.
I'll try my hardest,
put my life on the line.
It'll be worth it,
but I've run out of time.
I've lost my life,
others have too.
But remember Naruto,
we did it for you.
The Dust of the PastThe Dust of the Past6 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Dust of the Past
is going through
Some tough times
I can relate to that
Hope he's doing ok
He's not dust
Not a heartless
I know life
has some difficult parts in life
Some people will relate
to the same pain
I was in that spotlight
of the awful thing
His wounds will heal
The darkness is in him
surrounds the light away
Just like sasuke
His pain is hurting him
I can see it
Thats where i was
crying in the dark alone
no one there
not caring of me
avoiding my pain
It's so sad