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Written AnatomySkin like dehydrated parchmentWritten Anatomy6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood like deluged ink
Sink a blade into the seamed veins
And let the words of life all flow free
What Have I BecomeThey say just to let the emotions flow,What Have I Become5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is the secret of poetry,
The art within the writing of words,
Of placing the letters, carefully,
Not to be shy of filling the blanks,
Just defining what you know,
To use your feelings,
And to decorate the sheets,
But how can I write,
When all I feel,
Was ripped away,
By a force that I cannot describe?
When my core is a void,
And I cannot avoid,
Feeling nothing at all...
How am I supposed to choose,
The words that used to come,
By night, my quiet saviours,
Now lost within my soul,
Empty eyes,
Roaming the sky,
Searching for...
For this feeling of inspiration,
That I once cursed,
But was blessed with,
Now
Restless Ghosts and Sleeping LanternsHush my child, don't you fearRestless Ghosts and Sleeping Lanterns7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The monster's arms will comfort, dear
Lie inside the warm embrace
And dry the tears that track your face
Listen closely to the breeze
That whispers words between the trees
In the dark they'll gently comb
And call you swiftly, safely, home
Smile, darling, shut your eyes
And hear the witches' happy cries
Feel the kindness of their light
The fire licks the coming night
When you're shivering to the bone
Remember, sweet, you're not alone
In the cracks that cross the ground
The beast will keep you safe and sound
Shh my love, no need to weep
I'll sing to you until you sleep
Nothing's scary as it seems
I'm weaker than you.I'm weaker than you.I'm weaker than you.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're stronger than me.
So what?
That does not
Give you the right to laugh at me,
To beat me up and spit on me.
Where all I can oppose you with
Are the tears running through my hands,
disappearing in the ground.
But you are doing it nonetheless.
You succeeded.
Not much left of me.
So stop?
No, you don't.
You're enjoying your superiority.
For you it's just a game, a prank.
But you're turning me cold.
All I can do is collecting
those frozen tears of hate
But you continue nonetheless.
You'll never stop.
I can't do anything.
So wrong!
Even so
all your life you laughed at me,
Beat me up and spit on me
EarthMountainsEarth6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Crumble to dust;
Ocean waves part fiercely-
What an amazing world that we
Call home.
Because You Make Me HappyI write when I am happyBecause You Make Me Happy7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I write when I am sad
I write when I am angry
I write when I am glad
I write because I feel
And tonight I write for you
For you make me happier
Than any who have come before
The GiftThe GiftThe Gift9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I came to give you a gift I said as the night shift
As the wind blow the tree swift
You looked at me and did a little sniff
I looked back at you and started at the cliff
If and only if you knew what it was
I will treat you like heaven dose to a dove
This gift didn't cost me much
Just a few dollars no big bucks
Then you looked at me kind of strange
And you think I hope he didn't go to the dollar store and used a few change
I looked at you and handed the gift
And by your looks you looked stranded
I walked to quickly and explained the attire
You just threw it down and set it on fire
I looked at you and called you a liar
Forgotten DreamsI'm so tiredForgotten Dreams8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes nearly closed
soon to be sealed tightly for dreams to be exposed
Can you see it?
the way they drop like wilting flowers
the lids gently caressing
coaxing my mind into sleep
by cutting off the world
I want to sleep so badly
it is just out of reach
due to the constant thoughts running me in circles
through my head
What of tomorrow
or the next day
am I ready to face everything
Or will my non-existent world come crashing down
shattering into what used to be
Letting the cold seep into my bones
surrounding me with lost memories
and forgotten truths
But my eyes are still drooping
unable to heed the warnings of
LullabyThere's a lifetime in my eyes,Lullaby7 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But I'm not yet an adult,
Whispers and wonders and wounds,
Pour from my eyes in my tears,
Everything I held back,
As you hold me,
Is let out in bursts of emotion.
Tell me it's okay,
So I can cling tighter onto the hope you give me,
Tell me It's okay,
So I can hold on a little longer,
So I can let myself go.
Sing to me,
Lull me to sleep,
Whisper your song to me,
Take my heart with your words,
And hold me,
So I can sleep softly,
And dream peacefully.
Speak sweet lullabies to me,
So I can remain calm,
And be freed from my horrific passion,
Let me drown in my one true obsession.
Demons Within"Demons Within"Demons Within5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever felt like the walls are closing in
And that narrow passageway continues to grow thin?
I can feel these walls pushing, choking my veins
And squeezing out the life in me, leaving me deranged
I can make these walls crumble like an empire
That has been set ablaze through flare and fire
And every burn I make, I can see a demon
Fly out of my skin the more the burn is deepened
These four walls, four corners, and a floor
Captivate all I see and still furthermore
Within these walls I am my own enemy to my skin
When everything hurts; my horrors lay within
I can take myself and from the beginning
I could brea
Reason To Believe"Reason To Believe"Reason To Believe5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I long for hope that burns inside of me
Because there are so many things that I've never seen
So many places that I've never been
So much beauty that has yet to begin
This hope I long for that burns inside of me
Is the means and reason for me to believe
In all the things I've known and everything I have
For things can never really be that bad.
This hope I have is what pushes me forward
Slightly northward and around the corner
Its what gets me by each and every day
Because you never know what tomorrow may convey
You never really know what the future holds
Some days are bronze while others are gold
You never r
The Perfect Present"The Perfect Present"The Perfect Present6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
During the winter season on a night very cold
Where the frosty breeze sends shivers down your spine
I met a little boy on the road decades ago
Who looked at the time to be about eight or nine.
I saw him aimlessly wandering from afar
Dodging cars who simply passed him by.
Judging by his ripped clothes he had many scars
And a pair of the most pained blue eyes
Now normally I would have just continued driving.
Who the hell cares about this little ploy?
Its tough enough in this world surviving
Without striving to care about some little boy.
For I asked myself if I was in his shoes
Would he bother to stop his
Falling for AutumnI haven't seen you in monthsFalling for Autumn7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you're still just as beautiful as last time
your long hair flowing gently in the breeze
red, orange, and brown mixed to make a silky curtain of colors
It's been too long since I could sit and relax with you
hot apple cider flowing warmly down my throat
keeping away the slight chill you sometimes bring along
Your delicious earthy smell almost overwhelms my senses
with a calmness no one else can give me
I've missed your soft touch against my cheek
gentle hands pushing back my hair
The sound of your voice is a flurry of air
through leaves that have yet to fall
the crunch under foot while we walk hand
Your LightI feel the warmth of the lightYour Light5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Living in my heart
Only you could give off such heat.
Vowing to do all I can do
Every second of every day
Your happiness is what I desire.
On this night I ask one thing of you
Understand, my dear, I love you
The Lady of the WoodsHe sat up, suddenly alert. He was sure he'd heard something.The Lady of the Woods7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Looking around, he saw nothing but shadows, caused no doubt by the pale moonlight filtering through the branches of the trees. But he'd heard something, he was certain of it; albeit little more than a whisper. He attributed it to the rustling of the dead leaves coating the frozen earth, and went back to his book.
But the leaves lay stiff and immobile, as they had all night. There had been no breeze to make them whisper.
The rough bark of the tree dug into his back, and he struggled momentarily to reposition himself. As he did, the book fell from his grasp and tumbled to the grou
How Dare You?How Dare you suck out the strength in my limbs?How Dare You?8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How Dare you distract me in lectures with a look,
A flicker of interest?
How Dare you smile knowingly at me, as broadly
As the ocean?
How Dare you know I'd do anything for you?
How Dare you wring my heart in my chest ruthlessly,
And make my cheeks burn?
How Dare you call my name, your tongue tethering to it
As if it were your own?
How Dare you?
How Dare you entice my ears with your jokes, your laugh? "You get to hear my
Droning voce," you say as you glance my way.
How Dare you twist my emotions into a salad of anxiety
And anticipation?
How Dare you holster down that which is sava
My EndymionI was never a fond of love;My Endymion9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never invited it into my bed,
nor gave it my tears.
Not that it would ask.
And yet tears I do now give,
in sacrifice.
To a man who never asked nor incited such feelings.
Feelings that crowd my mind,
And weigh my chest down.
With uncontrolled emotions that spire into fires of passion.
Pretty words seeming so small to describe,
the obsolete moment of truth that banishes dreams for reality.
Oh how the light so gently touches you,
and that smile.
That gives me a smile of my own.
This is a tragedy of situation my friend.
Sorrow for joy;
my dear Endymion.
Poem: The World Looks Better With My Eyes ClosedThe World Looks Better With My Eyes ClosedPoem: The World Looks Better With My Eyes Closed6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know the dark underbelly of this place
I know the black underneath the sun
I've lived the horror of the nights
I know how this world works
And I know that it looks better
With my eyes closed
Starving children and homeless families
Are living among us and around us
The tragedies of this place will never go away
The hurricanes and tornadoes never cease
The crying eyes and broken hearts
Will never leave
I could think back
And remember all the lights
But I still know
The world looks better with my eyes closed
Ignorance is bliss, it's sad but true
To see the earth through a child's eye
The Painful LegacyThey are just...The Painful Legacy6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words.
Words that I type...
Type out and erase
Over and over
Again and again...
Sometimes they feel like my very life...
I feel like..
Maybe,
Just maybe...
I've poured my whole existence into those words.
Like maybe...
I couldn't make them any deeper...
Unless I carved them into my own flesh...
Like they are connected to me..
Deeper than blood...
They mean more than the blood I would lose...
Like I can't do anything more than to,
leave those words behind.
My legacy?
The only thing people would remember?
Could they feel what I felt then?
Through the words written in my own blood?
Own life and loss?
Maybe tears would mix
To Be Alive"To Be Alive"To Be Alive5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be forgotten; to be left alone
To have seen so many people come and go
To be unable to recognize his own home
To want to wander when there is nowhere to roam
To cherish every memory that he can
To have lost the race before it began
To have such a longing for the past
To wish that certain moments would always last
To never know what it feels like to be alive
To always leaving as soon as he arrives
To watch the streets change before his eyes
To never have gotten used to saying goodbye
To appreciate every puff of a cigar
To take in the beauty of waves crashing and strums of a guitar
To be quiet; to be humbled
Whistle+++Whistle6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am the wicked edge of ricochet,
the asphyxiation of dust
in a hummingbird's bones. skeleton,
i am silver, grass torn hollow
by a child's breath. corkscrewing,
my veins etch true reflections
on time's skin:
a cardigan crumpled
like a child. Blue
and torn in half.
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living and LivingThis year, I am going to live.living and Living4 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
That is my resolution; to simply be alive. For that is something that I have never truly been before. Sure, I’ve been breathing and functioning and doing everything that one would class as ‘living’ but I’ve never been alive. Not really.
But then again, have you?
I know what you’re thinking. Of course you have been alive; you’re sat here reading this right now so therefore you must be living. But, if that is indeed what you are thinking, then you have misunderstood my resolution. When I say that this year I am going to ‘live’, what I mean is that I am going to ma
What I long for...You laugh at the stories I read so carefully.What I long for...5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ones full of something you don't believe in.
The thing I want so badly that you have taken for granted.
The thing you seem to not feel inside for the ones who do.
You gave yourself away to anyone who asked for you.
Unlike I who is still waiting for this.
You are the popular one who is touched by all.
Unlike I who is unknown and touched by no one.
You ask me why I wait and think for myself.
I ask why you didn't and why you do not.
You ask me why I am not known by all.
I ask why you are.
I look at those who gaze at you and wonder,
'Are there any who gaze at me?'
I sometimes wish I
I refuse to let the world end.There is so much that has not yetI refuse to let the world end.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
seen sunshine--
so much of humanity
that we have not grown into;
the change in the world that
I haven't butterflied
into existence;
the words as yet
unwritten;
worlds I have left unmade
and the parts of me still
unbroken;
the friends to whom
I have not yet sworn
my loyalty and my love;
the love I have not yet taken
to be mine in white
under dove's wings and rose petals,
the story sung by stars
that forever echo
the brilliance
buried deep within our souls.
There is so much.
Sta.sh
