Endless LakeDip your toes in the icy depths of poetry
let it sting with it's truth
start to comfort you with it's twisting metaphors
I have yet to leave this serene lake of words
Ripples turning into voices
spoken with enough force to push me under
make me gasp for breath as the lines finish
Poetry becomes us
becomes love and hate
souls holding on to anything that's left
My hands glide across the water
feeling it's pulse
the beat of a heart romanticizing and utilizing the words
we have learned to make
Fading into an ever-lasting tremor
the tremble you hear when emotion becomes too much
Waiting in the pause
silence before the question
that one question that you know will haunt you
Hold the air in your lungs
the waters grasp has slipped
from around your chest
Breathe while you can
before the grip of a poets tongue
can pull you under once again
Bitter FarewellBitter Farewell3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come winter, I will leave this place
And turn away your amber fire.
Forget my touch, forget my face.
Your empty words have made me tired.
Come winter, I will travel north.
Let snow kiss my feet in silence.
I've lost my love for green and earth.
I've lost the taste for love and violence.
Come winter, I shall want to freeze.
I have been cold, not yet unfeeling.
And I'll forget... don't mourn me, please.
It won't be me the one you're grieving.
Come winter, I'll forsake my name.
I want no home, no soul, no pity.
Let people burn for smiles and fame,
I have no heart left for this city.
Come winter, there's no looking back.
The ice will shield my heart from ardor.
The pure white snow marks my track.
I'm sick of trying to try harder.
Come winter, do not search for me.
You too, I want to leave behind.
I've made my mind on what to be
And wonder how I was so blind.
The Remnant ShellTurquoise and green with a tinge of brownThe Remnant Shell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath subtle, sculpted ripples
Like plants laying to rest on the sand,
Swaying passively as I run my fingers through the water,
Carving little blue waves over them.
Colours and ripples shaped into a gentle swirl,
A remnant of a past life.
The Knight (Non-)ErrantIn gleaming armour rode a knightThe Knight (Non-)Errant3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
great deeds to do, quests to fulfill,
in search of wicked things to fight,
boast monsterdeath and dragonkill.
He rode to town. "Good people, ho!
I am a knight of some renown,
know you of somewhere I could go
and kill a monster for this town?
Some evil I could rid you of?
Some warlock or a dragon cruel,
with fiery sneeze and sooty cough,
deserve to taste this cutting tool?"
And thus he drew his trusty sword
and thrust it, gleaming, at the sun.
The people, though, at every word,
were laughing at him, making fun.
"You," said one, "are such a ninny,
a knight you're not, that much is sure,
you are much too weak and skinny,
your armour is an oven door!
Your helmet's just a silly pot!
Your sword a poker, nothing more,
a blunt and useless iron rod!
You are a fool down to the core!
A dragon'd roast you in a flash,
just after a huge laughing fit,
and leave naught but a pile of ash,
and that, o knight, that would be it.
I would advise you to go home
before you hur
Sweet SmellsSweet smells of pine trees,Sweet Smells3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Comforting roughness of bark,
Hold me tenderly.
Sweet smells of nectar,
Cool raindrops against my tongue,
Calm embraces me.
She's Already LeftI'm doneShe's Already Left3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it hurts and I don't care
they tell me I have no depth
but they don't understand
I'm the little girl who watched the windows break
shattering bones and glass
I'm the one who watched as they took her away and I could hear screaming,
red and blue lights echoing through my eyes
The one with lonely nights spent breathing
my head waiting for my heart but nothing's clicking
I can't move forward
I can't go on when my feet are stuck to the floor
glue made of sweet blood has me reeling
it's on me
my hands are drenched in someone else's pain
She doesn't remember
all those times when I needed her
I can't hold on to something that's not there
she's not there
Not even a gasp escapes my lips at this sight
I feel like there is no surprise anymore
when all I see is slacked jawed mouth and closed eyes
I've had this nightmare too many times
But not as much as it should
if only her hand had not played a part in erasing
where the shock once stood
turning it into expectation
Mother NatureTree ring eyesMother Nature3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and quivering leaves
as his ax reopens wounds
Sap flows down her cracked face
sticky tears of age
slowly falling to earth
in a silent cry for help
WastelandQuestion marksWasteland3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In all of the faces
A blank expression
And faraway gazes
Heads full of nothing
No hands raised up high
My teeth are clenched
While the hour drags by
I just cannot listen
To one word they say
More minutes are passing
I'm dreaming away
My brain feels too big
For my head is to small
Those hammering noises
They crawl down the hall
A voice calls me back
Too harsh and too loud
It presses repeat
Til I throw my thoughts out
Then go back on standby
Til the final bell rings
When I shrug it all off
And pack up my things
Advice ColumnDon't live outside the linesAdvice Column3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they told her.
Drink all your milk,
wear sunscreen in the rain.
Obey the speed limit,
and every Sunday
make a joyful noise
where everyone can hear.
Don't cheat on your taxes
or second guesses -
never sleep till noon.
Let Katie Couric
do your thinking -
why the grass
is always greener
where no one else
Make casseroles to freeze;
learn to knit scarves
for the correct charity.
Take up racquetball
but do not sweat
the recommended dose.
Remember, one glass of wine
but green tea
keeps you regular.
not often -
the right man
a danger sign
and you can wear him
with your new espadrilles.
If Tears Left ScarsIf tears left scars,If Tears Left Scars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd be ugly.
If tears left scars,
I'd never want the attention I'd be given.
If tears left scars,
I'd be a monster.
If tears left scars,
You wouldn't come near me.
If tears left scars,
I'd hear the whispers of people when I'm around.
If you saw me,
with scars from the tears I cry,
What would you do?
Would you make those sad, burning tears
into warm tears of laughter and joy and
make those scars disapper?
Suffocate MeJust hold tighterSuffocate Me3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
hold me down
pin me to the ground
It's what I'm used to
after hours of being forced to listen
to the sound of my own crying
my own screams
screams tearing my throat
I can still feel the blood dripping
no matter how many times I scrub my skin
I still see hand prints
Close up the hole within me
smother it into oblivion
cover it with your own body
That's what I'm used to
hands clutching my throat like it's holding him to earth
if he let's go...
no, it doesn't matter he never let go
Feeling the flow of air
from his lungs to my face
breath on me
make me take in only your oxygen
that's what I'm used to
Used to forced entry
to grunts of pleasure
cries of lost hope
cries of pain
him calling names
Call me names
say I'm your ho, your slut,
say I'm only yours
no one else
show me how much I belong to you
That's what I'm used to
A Stranger'I would promise you until always ends, but I want to live forever.'A Stranger3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dripped off his thin lips.
something like saliva
and coughed-up calligraphy.
dancing to the surface:
a parody of laughter--
pallid and festering.
'you're a stranger, so why should i care.'
'you'll vanish today,'
to sticks of flesh and bone.
'not for the first time, i hear--or the last.'
a harsh white sky.
spume and spray
like a too-taunt sheet.
longing for dreams.
pulling me down.
shining and smooth:
like the last moments
of falling asleep.
'i want you to stay a stranger.'
The tenderness that's herWith every word written, with every word spokenThe tenderness that's her3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try my best to express myself, without it being broken
For what I feel is deep in my heart, is love that I want to be showing
Every day it develops, every day I feel more loving
Is the tenderness of passion, which I’ve never felt before
A feeling that I got from a girl who I truly adore
Beautiful as a rose and gentle as a peaceful dove
My heart gets filled with warmth, a feeling I describe as love
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, that’s as simple as I can be
So very cute and filled with joy, she’s the only girl who I want to see
Her adorable smile that always cheers me up, she’s the only one I need
She’s everything I ever wanted, I thank god that he gave her to me
Gilded cageFrom far away, the moonlight still manages to findGilded cage3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A trace of the girl all the world left behind.
The essence of her voice, the glow within her eyes,
She is the living paragon of all they despise
And once she found out, she was simply disgusted
Of all those empty words from the people she trusted.
But oh, little birdie, there's no need for rage,
You've been trapped all along inside this gilded cage.
The smiles you encountered, the love you received
Were by no means affectionate, you've been deceived.
Though life is unmerciful, you used to rejoice
So tell me, if given the chance what would be your choice?
Would you prefer this lie and indulge happily in your youth
Or live on begrudgingly knowing the truth?
Hope is GoneMy world crumbles down.Hope is Gone3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I gaze out the window,
All hope vanishes.
Tears dissolve vision
As Lament envelops me
In his icy hands.
Color turns to grey
As redness creeps over me.
I'm lost forever.
The Art Of Falling ApartIf falling apartThe Art Of Falling Apart3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Was a type of art
You'd be the Picasso of all pain
Beats the finest tapestry
Woven from a raging flame
The tears that you cry
Outshine each star in the sky
And the blood that runs through your veins
More red than the most brilliant rose
It runs from your head to your toes
You have scars where your skin met the edge of a blade
But like words in a book
They need not be overlooked
They tell a story in a way of their own
All the blood that you shed
All the times you wished you were dead
They speak of despair and they speak of sorrow
So now you've mastered the art
Of falling apart
Now you're a canvas of black and blue
Using a blade for a brush
And for one final touch
I'll put a stroke of love in you
One or the OtherIt's not one or the otherOne or the Other3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I must have more choices
a variety of different decisions
I refuse to be placed
put into a box
waiting to be check marked from the list
And once you place me there
I'm not allowed to leave
stuck in bold letters of common enemies
But there is in-between the lines
and gray areas
keeping us away
from limited options
Tell me I am different
I have my own categories
too unique to just "fit in"
I'm better than pre-created place holders
ignorant stereotypes given
by simple minded people
Am I not allowed to fall in between
be that gray area in your black and white painting
I can't deal with being one thing
Already picked out for me
I can never change
just the same everyday
Defined by what's in between my legs
or what hangs off my shoulders one day
but maybe not the next
how do you see me?
You can keep your
"one or the other"
because I am the god damn rainbow in your black and white photo
stay away from me with your minimal selection
and only options
I can be
Home is where the heart is.Where do I go whenHome is where the heart is.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
My heart is a blackened hole
A cave in my chest
A Sterile GraveOne hospital bedA Sterile Grave3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Filled with blank eyes, leaving marks
On pristine white walls
ScarsStanding in the showerScars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Skin turning redder
I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins
Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight
The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me
I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?
Love is ClicheLove is a generous cliché;Love is Cliche4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is but a thing people say
When hearts despair
They wish they could care
To change their darkness to day.
The point of love is to feel alone,
To know that the pain is set in stone,
To know that no joy will be condoned,
To know that the light the sun has shown
Is cold and forever alone.
And in the cold embrace of night,
Love is nothing but a grand fight,
A thing to behold,
A spectacle untold;
Love is truly a generous sight.
Ebbing AwayThe wallsEbbing Away3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They crumble around me
Not one, not two, nor three
But all of them.
For the first time
I don't feel numb;
For the first time
I feel something other than cold.
Pain, anguish, despair,
These emotions all claw at me.
Threaten to beat my heart out
Through my throat.
Emotion is burdensome today,
When I least need it.
When it's not required.
My mind throws blanks.
I fall down my own
Fiscal cliff, wary of the snags;
Not caring for anything
What's the point?
Uncertainty's the future
Chaos is the past
What's the present?
Far from calm, that's for sure.
We go to sleepI go to sleep to dream about youWe go to sleep3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I go to sleep to hide from the truth
I want to lock my pain out of my life
I lost myself between written lines
You go to sleep to forget about me
You go to sleep to hide from your fears
Inside of the cage you lost your own pulse
Inside of the dream you don't care about rules
We go to sleep to dream about us
We go to sleep to reach out for the stars
We go to sleep to never stop
We go to sleep just to wake up .
Everything I Want To BeI want to write something poignant and moving.Everything I Want To Be4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It will make you cry and make you laugh.
It will win awards and give me prestige.
It will change someone's life.
I want to write something hilarious and heart-wrenching.
It will make and break relationships because of realizations of truth.
It will make you think differently than before you cracked open the first page.
It will make you want to read it again and again and again.
I want to write something that means something.
It will be translated into language after language, copy after copy published.
It will be read in schools, but the kids will actually enjoy it. Even after the thing is analyzed to death.
It will make them stop to think.
I want to write something real.
But don't we all, I suppose?
Heart SongOff beatHeart Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out of rhythm
A cacophony of sound
Nothing but noise
This song no longer resonant
A broken record
Scratched and dented
The coda of a dying star
It plays but is not heard
Yet each repetition is drowning out
The heart's melodic truth
Change the tune
Rise above the din
Until the melody plays again
With careful measure
tone, and rhyme
line by line
Through the clatter, a
From first movement to
The universe sings
a Heart Song
That beckons souls to
Its echoes ripple far and wide
In waves of harmony