Little childI stand in a field, as a child,Little child2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A simple flower, i hold in my palm,
A symbol of how easily something can be crushed or blown away,
Nurture this beauty and sigh away my pains,
A lotus, the soul of my love,
I hold in my hand.
As i contemplated these thoughts,
A Angel made itself known, walking in, with no halo or holy father,
Suddenly i felt insecure and stupid,
A boy in love with a flower.
It approached me and took my hands in its palms gently,
An angel maybe but a woman i was sure,
She possessed soft hands like small pieces of stroking silk,
Encasing my hands so they formed like fists.
A panic, i fell into fear as i began to crush my love, my flower,
Anxiety and pain, my heart began to cry and so did i,
She smiled and opened my hands palm up to show me,
The flower was still there and as perfect as uncrushed.
I awoke from this dream, a man,
I realized the flower was my love and my hands the rest of the world,
The hands are unable to crush what i love,
Love is something more, something u
ElegyShe ran to the yardElegy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And threw back her head
But there were no stars
And humans can't fly.
I am... I can get in your head without thinking.I am...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can make you cry without shedding a tear.
I will make you scream in horror, but I have no fear.
I can make you run without even moving.
I am the master while you are only the student.
I am the royalty on the throne while you bow down.
I am still deadly, without a heart.
I am the darkness that surrounds you, light.
I am lifeless, while you are lively.
I feed off of the anger and sorrow that escapes your grasp.
I am the one hiding in the night.
The shadows that follow you.
sucideI cut my wrist tonight,sucide8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to feel the pain.
I pressed the blade so deep,
the blood fell like rain
I watched it flowing fast,
down onto the floor.
My life started draining,
untill of me there was no more.
I awoke into darkness,
with pain inside my chest.
There sitting beside me
were those who failed the test.
What have I done for this!?
I cried out in shame.
whispering from beside me said
there was only me to blame.
now I am lost to the night,
of which I will never rise.
and whispers in my heart,
all the lost souls cries.
Between You and MeIf you really want to know,Between You and Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"what's the difference between you and I,"
It's the fact
that when asked that question,
"It's you and me, stupid!"
and think that's a sufficient answer.
EntropyBegging it to have it's way with me,Entropy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
teasing it, taunting it, tempting it,
It's going to have me anyway,
why not have it be on my terms?
I want to be reduced to my absolute value,
find out what lies beneath my layers of bullshit,
reduce me back to chaos,
and see what's birthed from the ashes.
R'lyehR'lyeh3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ancient R'lyeh rose to the top,
A city where Euclidian geometries stop.
A curve a, a loop, a swirly doo,
They twist and turn and corkscrew.
The star-spawn caper and chortle with glee
As the stars 'are right' at apogee
Father Dagon plays on his flute,
Retaining sanity; the point is moot.
Old Yog-Sothoth is bored and wasting time,
As feelers emerge from dimension one-seventy-nine.
The race of Yith is studying you,
All your knowledge they wish to accrue.
Far more pleasant than a deep one breeding pool.
The Fungi of Yuggoth are from afar
They'd like to borrow your brain in a jar.
The Elder Things shuffle along,
While Shoggoths whistle to their song.
And Pickman paints ghoulish throngs
Brown Jenkins twitters with glee,
Can you pay old Keziah's fee?
Hurry now, Kadath awaits,
What shall become of your fate?
Where the healing beginsWhere the healing begins5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was golden,
Like a drop of those rays.
Washing over me.
You said You love me.
And I believed it from the start.
I allowed doubt and pain
To rock my world.
Allowed it to shake my core,
And it started to shape me.
I built these walls so high,
Around this frail heart.
But I soon learned this wall
was made out of glass, and not stone.
So when You touched it,
It crashed to the ground.
These walls crumbled with Your love,
Freeing this caged heart
which You led out of the dark,
and into Your light.
That's when the healing begins.
poem: What Do You Wantpoem: What Do You Want4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
What do you want
Can't you leave me
What was paper
Is now steel
I don't want to hurt
I'm not coming back
Now I've left you
Roadmap burningThis is the easy way.Roadmap burning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every wall to break through is bribed,
every thorny rose cut by able hands.
The steps you can make are numbered, but certain.
Do not ask of the hard way,
for its walls are of stone
and the paths are painful,
every step leading backwards instead of ahead.
Did you think the world worked like a fairytale,
having you choose which way to take?
Did you think you'd just turn and say:
"I'll choose my own damn way",
proceeding to walk towards orange sunsets
or a meaningful death as a tragic hero?
I thought you were wiser than this.
See, every step of the way is lined out on a map
of hopes and precautions, the dreams you develop
are caught and observed and then nourished or crashed
by the guardians you're given and the ones you select.
I would love to say: "As for the correct way
to get out of this mess and live peacefully,"
and add anything truthful and useless to that,
but the truth is, I wouldn't believe it;
and neither would you, rarely wise one.
The voiceThe voice: It reaches into meThe voice5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sudden burst of sunlight.
I open my eyes
but never see.
The words: A fire in the forest
burning bright for revolution.
I close my eyes
but still can see.
The song: A wave of flesh and blood
a firework of what-would-be's.
I stare into your sunlight and
forget the man I'll be.
Conferring with the devilAce for ace and king for pawnConferring with the devil5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the deal is made, the pact is strong
I should, but haven't had the time
to think of all the years.
Drop by drop and piece by piece
the feeling slips, the feeling stirs
it slumbers, deep beneath his lips
too close to see, too far to touch.
At last I feel his final kiss,
where broken feathers never land
and through my newfound eyes I see
the world in black and white.
WaterproofA thousand poems in the rainWaterproof5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it seems plausible
that the words should rise where the water falls.
Did you make them waterproof?
A thousand poets in the rain
have lost their belief in impossibilities,
that their voice could be heard over myriads of raindrops.
They stare at the sky and hope to turn waterproof.
A thousand raindrops fall from the sky
and smile at the words they are passing,
at the voices that sing with their sound.
Who said that they need to be waterproof?
Words for the firesideTear down the walls and reclaim that feeling:Words for the fireside5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wind in your hair is the wings of your heart
is the flower of freedom at last.
It was the rooster I heard
at the crack of dawn,
but that is not what woke me.
That lonely spirit of the rebel
pulled my bones up and on
into the cold, cold morning.
And over the hills it drove me
over the grass, the green and the blue
I felt like going forever;
don't ask me the reason, don't ask me where to.
You'll never read this letter
because you'll never want to know
just what happened
and why it could have been your fault.
I like to imagine that in the smoke
rising from its ashes
you will feel just a hint of its contents -
a fleeting shadow
of your guilt.
Will your back bend with
the curve of the letters?
Will your heart drain of ink?
Or will you smile and forget
like the fool
that I know?
EntropyFading away, into the light of dayEntropy3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Morning is cold, lonely and gray
Can never let go, of this memory's glow
Happiness lost, sends me deeper into sorrow
Happy Birthday mama.Happy Birthday mama.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You gave me life,
And gave me faith.
Passing on this love for others.
Of all the years I've known you,
Since the beginning of my life.
You never thought of yourself,
You'd always care for the needs of everyone else.
Pushing your own aside,
Oh how it once worried me,
To see how selfless you were.
I'd watch you open your home to a stranger in need.
To give gumbo to that little child.
Oh mother, how I miss you so.
I pray one day I'll be just like you,
That your smiling down from Heaven,
Proud of the woman I've become.
Thanks to your love, your precious heart.
And though it's almost been a year since our -
- Father led you home, I still can't surpass this feeling.
Cause on this day, the day you were born,
It hurts the worse.
But mama, Happy birthday,
I'll see you again, Praising our Lord.
Nothing left to loseI opened up my eyes, he opened hisNothing left to lose5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and said to me: "Let's settle all of this.
I don't have any more to lose;
and never saw those ways to choose."
"I've been a devil, saint and all between
I sang for money, sang for love and gin
but now, as silence eats the man I know
I figure I can't lose what I can't show."
Then darkness filled the over-crowded room
and for a second, through the greyish fume
of cigarette ashes, painting us in cream,
all voices stopped and people seemed to dream.
"You say you've nothing left to lose" I spoke,
the words escaped my lips, like smoke,
"Well, if that's true you'd better try
to find some things before you die."
"Imagine meeting death at last
and, telling him about your past,
admitting that you felt no fear
and, even dying, cried no tear."
The silence of a beating drumOnce upon a time the silenceThe silence of a beating drum5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sounded like the voice of drums
echoing their stubborn sadness
out through names and walls.
Once upon a time, their sound
was louder than my voice
the silence of their stubborn beating
echoing through you, through me
The sadness within nothingness
the joy of being free
combined and floating through the names;
the walls of you and me.
An open letterI'd like to write about meAn open letter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the plainest words,
or, better yet, not utilize
a human tongue at all.
For words are seldom meaningful
and only sketch where they should strive
to care- and thoughtfully describe
the detailed truths and hidden lies.
Yet still I wish to write of me;
explain, in detailed sketches
things I do not understand
nor ever hope to have explained.
Consider this an open letter;
friend to friend,
from fool to fools,
a message to the wind:
Were I to tell you of myself,
in person, not in written word,
I'd joke, tell excerpts of my life
and never show the storm inside;
This storm, so meagrely described
by all I'll ever do or say
is source of what goes on in me
of motion, movement, peace and strife;
It leads me from without within me,
lets me dream the world outside
with waking eyes and fully conscious;
paints the ways in front of me.
In some ways I am good and righteous
or at least prefer to be
shown other situations you would surely
break your bonds and ties with
Afternoons togetherIn a future when I was sat on a bus,Afternoons together5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you were on the seat next to me,
But this time I could speak, finally.
I smiled and told you about the city,
About how lonely I wasn't without you,
But I still missed when it was us.
Those afternoons with me at our table,
And you'd arrive fresh with sweat,
We'd sit there for hours in silence,
With coffee and apples,
But nothing was wrong.
Nothing could ever be wrong,
When it was all golden and milk,
Chocolate in my eyes,
Summer bright in your smile.
We always knew that it wasn't heaven,
That this wasn't forever after all,
But I could never care.
Somehow you read my mind,
And I saw the future,
Even though I didn't want to.
So if I could go back now,
I would hear you sing once,
And I'd tell you how I felt,
Because you would understand.
We'd go to the movies on Valentine's Day,
And it would be our first and last date,
You'd go on to live in the sunlight,
Where you belong,
And because I would see you smile,
I would smile.
HeyHey, somewhere along the way I lost youHey5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my mind still follows those lines of orange sand
and wonders about peculiar lightings
and the smell of everyone around.
Why is melancholy so similar to happiness?
Why are the thoughts I have of you
the same I had
again and again.
And why are they different this time?
(I know, I know damn well.)
Hey, somehow I made it all across
just to notice I left someone on the way
I guess he was important
I think I knew him, did you?
Why don't I turn when you scream
and where is my nose, my face, my fucking
horse. I'd love to ride into the sunset
with my outlines clearly defined against the horizon
but you manage to fuck up the photograph
(blurry, blurry mess)
in the end it amounts to a mess of dangerous luck
and a pretty box of shit
and not all change is golden
but what really is.
Yeah, who really is.
Perspectives on tomorrowI will not be as I am nowPerspectives on tomorrow5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and as you are you will not stand
to see my colours change.
One day the ever-loving hand will sigh
and turn away for good.
Days won't feel as days feel now
the sun might even fall somehow
and words will rot away.
For every word a tree for every
every word a tree will grow.
But you won't turn your head and I
will close my eyes and wonder why
my breath runs heavy and the dust
has risen from my well of tears.
Doctor, DoctorOpen t-t-the door please,Doctor, Doctor5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I-I am c-c-coming.
F-f-feel free to f-friend me,
Let me take a peek.
I recommend complete rearrangements
burning your brothers and twisting your tongue;
don't catalogue your childhood, boy,
you better learn to walk.
I-I d-don't exactly-
Fasten your seatbelt and untie your thoughts
wear the good boots, the mud there is deep
and remember you're going to better places
the light-years to come will be gone with the pain.
Th-thank you, b-but
Turn around and go now, boy,
the clientele is large;
you're not the only soul with cracks
and plans to find some gold.