Tell me you love meTell me you love me5 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tell me you love me,
Tell me you care.
Tell that it doesn't matter,
That there's blood in my hair.
Tell me you don't hate,
When my ribs show through my skin.
Tell me please that,
You think I look thin.
Tell me that you don't see,
All my cuts and scars.
That you'll never be,
Behind the wheel of that car.
Tell me you care,
That my voice doesn't annoy you.
Tell me now please,
That my screams hurt you.
Listen to me cry,
Don't just shut the door.
Where are you going dear?
I'm laying on the floor.
My bottle is opened,
The pills had spilled out.
My eyes roll back,
I lost the ability to shout.
I want to scream,
I want to scre
Fly AgainI've fallen down,Fly Again1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have hit the ground
my wings are broken
my heart is forsaken
bleeding inside and out
help won't come about
I'm all on my own
left to wander alone
these faces turn away
they can't hear what I say
Shattered and scarred,
I hold up my guard
my hope is fading
and my heart is hurting.
But I will fly again,
and let go of the pain
my wings will mend
my heart will transcend
and these tears I cry
will someday soon dry
my wounds will heal
and my smile will reveal
light will shine my face
and restore my grace
dispair will be gone
I only have to hold on
if I can only believe
in anything I can achieve.
DepressionDepression is a deep, dark pit,Depression3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a faint, warm, golden light at the top.
You claw your way through the muck,
That's covering the walls of your pit.
Eventually, you feel the golden light on your face,
It warms your cold head and awakens something in your soul,
That hasn't been felt in ages.
You hang on to that spot, taking it all in,
Before you continue climbing.
You're almost at the top,
Your hands reach the lip of the hole you fell into,
But before you can pull yourself up,
Before you can make it out of your dark pit,
You lose footing.
Screaming bloody rage
Lady of the Lake poemLady of the LakeLady of the Lake poem4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her green hair glistens as it surfaces the water.
Her forever gloomy mood shows, as she's stuck forever.
Her aqua dress flows freely as it blends with the lake.
Her blanket of lily pads acting as things that
Her slimy frogs call their home.
Her shriveled fingertips are traced with water.
Her gentle waves caress anyone who wades in her.
Her skin is modeled after other's choices, either transparent, or murky.
Her body never moves, yet never stays still.
Her reflections are in her control, she helps people see who they are.
Her mist that surrounds her is a mask, to make her lake a hidden wonder.
Her welcoming presenc
To the spontaneous silence of freedomTo the spontaneous silence of freedom5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words that ring true like small nova stars
and light the dark sky
for the human flesh eye.
Words that are shapeless.
Bitter words .
Words spontaneous and alive .
Different sorts of words
from different sorts of reasons
for different sorts of reasons .
Human words of unexplained reason
of a shapeless silence.
Words of reason of an outcast heart.
Words of an early work of a small heart.
Fossil words of a great heart.
Words which echoe criticism.
Dust from the flight of the carriage of time
Thoughts!Thoughts...Thoughts!2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thoughts can surround you,
bombard and astound few
they start a new day,
and end in a way
that fill up our heads,
at night in our beds.
Thoughts can employ,
and often destroy
our hearts and our minds,
when they chose to rewind
the yesterday voices,
that were often unkind.
Thoughts can bring laughter,
to now and hereafter
or send us within,
in a giant tailspin
and dread coming out,
to a world full of doubt.
Thoughts can bring starts,
that can overflow hearts
when your love has survived,
amongst battles contrived
the one thought that stays,
Is that life's good, always!
BlacksmithThere is no thought of mercyBlacksmith3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I head for the blacksmith,
Clench my fist and my will,
And place my soul on the anvil
In my hand I raise the steel,
I may suffer, but I have to feel,
Setting my jaw I let out a gasp,
White-knuckled the heft I clasp,
The hammer comes down,
The dull clunks resound,
Sparks fly again and again
I hear the metal strains,
But I feel no pain, I feel no bliss,
Still I feel as if I do not exist.
Peaceful HorrorsGone foreverPeaceful Horrors3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gone for more
Gone be the days of sorrow
Gone be the seasons of harrow
Gone be the days, be that of marrow
Strike with the crimson struck blade,
Still could not I bring to strike away the marrow.
Inches from flesh, just above a tear
Inches from a piercing cut and yet all I had to bare
Like a lion, pinned to the floor.
I was left lying, begging for more.
Release in breaking, the stone so cold
Release in breaking bones so old.
The crimson struck blade raised against my hand,
Its icy cut, I'd soon understand
My misery shook my heart and again my hand,
Quick! Weakness! Begone! I implore you!
I thrust the bla
The PhoenixThe Phoenix3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today, I have been defeated
The battle went not too me
You've laid waste to all I was
Touched not what I shall be
Where once there was fire, now ashes
Blackened and cold, but not dead
Just for the time am I vanquished
Embers again will burn red
And though right now you're the victor
Much you have failed to see
You're wrong to think you've sent me off
To pay The Ferryman's fee
No weapon or word yet exists
To quench my eternal flame
All you did is incur my wrath
Leaving me hurting and lame
But at this moment I'm patient
For soon my ashes will warm
Then smoke will rise in curly wisps
Foreshadowing a storm
So take a moment
Dante of the InternetBan me if you must butDante of the Internet3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you'll do it now you must.
Here I shall triumphantly portray
Punishments ill posters shall one day pay.
Is this site a blessing?
Or a place for trolls to do their resting?
If you still hold your heart dear
Then the Internet's infernal circles you will hear.
First and foremost is the place
Where illiterates' lay in waste.
For their chat speak was so vile
They must now rest in bile.
Do not mourn for these lost souls
Worse punishments are to be foretold.
Second now is the ring of twitter
For those who made my life feel sicker.
In a chill river they shall ever wade
For my squandered time must be repaid
Will I?Will I?Will I?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to help
I really do
Will you let me?
If i help you...
Will you help me?
Do you think i need help?
Maybe i do...
But do i want it?
Ya, ...i do want help
I just don't know how to take it
Maybe you can help me with that to...
I sit there
Smiling, kicking my feet, messing with my hair
All the while thinking these thoughts
Will i say them out loud?
Do i have the courage?
I don't think i do
There's a pinch of a chance
At the BeginningWe were strangers, starting out on a journey,At the Beginning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Never dreaming, what we'd have to go through,
Now here we are, and I'm suddenly standing,
At the beginning with you,
It had only been about a day since Jacob and Sarah finished their last day of high school, but both were already beginning to think about the future. Where were they going to college? What would they do with their lives? But what stood out the most between the two of them was whether or not they could ever admit they loved each other. Both were best friends since seventh grade and loved doing everything together. Whether it was going to the movies or just simply talking with eac
.Xerostomy - As things pass byI feel the time.Xerostomy - As things pass by3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you just pass by
A couple of drinks
A couple of sprints
As you pass by me
As time passes by.
As you're just to wuss
to do what you should do...
but we just,
As you just feel like
not feeling like
you feels like
And as time passes by,
regret comes through.
As you go through
what you should
And just do.
Just do what you
would regret for not doing
or just think you feel like
or begin it.
That - you can bet -
is what really matters.
Happy 10th BirthdayHappy Birthday, Deviant Art.Happy 10th Birthday3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You are my home away from home, & I appreciate your large contribution to the World.
Is it love?Is it love?4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Is it love when you smile everytime you here them laugh?
Is it love when you get distracted when you hear their name?
Is it love when you can't help but tell them all of your secrets?
Is it love when you cry at the thought of losing them?
If love is filled with this much happiness and joy
then I'm willing to risk the heartache and pain.
EternalEternal4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
His voice slips through the air
A song that echoes in the silence of her tomb
Yearning to seep into the cracks of her coffin
Forever and a day for lovers
Clouded and forgotten dreams become living
As his gentle prayers bleed into the grains of the wood.
The waves that reach for his heart
Split by the rocks of pain's memory
Draining his veins as blood stains the shore.
Preserved and reserved for an Angel
A kiss laced with death as they touch through the flames
He screams as her seams burn to ash.
Where time's gaze is forever turned
Where Love dances safely through fire
And his voice
The ScientistThe ScientistThe Scientist4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am many things in my life.
A writer, a student.
A gamer, a friend.
But I love being a scientist most.
I dont tinker with chemicals.
I dont tamper with laws.
I dont concoct ideas.
I dont conduct experiments.
So, what scientist am I?
Call me a scientist of the soul.
I know the workings of man.
I use my knowledge to help.
If you are hurting, I will heal.
If you are lost, I will guide.
I have a gift for helping, so I do.
I put my brain to use for you.
It is who I am, as its meant.
Doing what I can for everyone.
Say what you want of me.
I am just the lone scientist.
BlockThis frenzied animation, is a messy sensation,Block3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
somewhat akin to creation,
and I've got this pen that scrawls.
This idea inside, with nothing in mind,
If I cry for a while, I just might find,
A word, a rhyme, for evey one that falls.
Frustration is my station, a sort of mind belation,
Filling every drab word till the last punctuation.
The DevilsThe Devils5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Try to take you
Away from me
They don't love you
They just want
To torture me
By taking you
They hate me
They hate you
They hate the world
They hate our friendship
...they hate us being together.
Like a ThreadWe all have wings in our pockets, stars in our sleeves and wind on our sides.Like a Thread7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We all have a blue lonesome beach underneath our soles and secret letters behind the ears.
We all have a song attached to the burning tail of the soul and a garden surrounded by beautiful thistles.
We all have a favourite square on the face of the Moon. We all try to follow the travelling waves.
We all try to save the traces of the wind and the flowers that frost makes. We all shiver when they are gone.
We sleep next to each other while the sand in the hourglass turns to silver.
The SinTHE SINThe Sin6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The crackling of dead dry leafs
The silent chirping of birds
The haunted sound of a melody
The drop, drop droplets of red, red blood
The tangy scent of a smoking gun
The willowing puff of a cigarette
The glass eyes staring for eternity at the dead dying sun
The sigh of a madman as he ponders what to do next
The heavy body of the one whose life he's made a wreck
The scraping of boots planted upon a shovel deep
The sound of the train way off in the steep
The time it takes to bury her and make his get away
The evident he left behind will catch up with him one day