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 Farewell2 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 Knight (Non-)ErrantIn gleaming armour rode a knightThe Knight (Non-)Errant2 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
The Remnant ShellTurquoise and green with a tinge of brownThe Remnant Shell2 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.
WastelandQuestion marksWasteland2 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
Sweet SmellsSweet smells of pine trees,Sweet Smells2 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.
ScarsStanding in the showerScars2 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?
She's Already LeftI'm doneShe's Already Left2 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
hushi'm done wishinghush3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on shooting stars, and
i want to be done with you:
i'll let dust settle
on my telescope,
let dust settle in
my throat, my lungs.
twist your fingers through
my vocal cords,
press your palm to
my lips and tell me, hush
don't wish on things
falling too fast
to hear you
maybe i'll wish
they are quiet houses
for muted ghosts, though
more alive than you
have ever been.
i'll let you
pull me under,
paint my eyes
with salt, blind me
so you can murmur, shh
even dead things
can be beautiful
AutumnAutumn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Welcome to the golden road,
With amber and copper cold.
Carpet of warmth,
In the icy kiss of the wind.
Let the bronze towers rest,
Watch the topaz packages
For life's sigh.
The citadel above,
Ghost of summer,
Leaving an aura
Without the weight of sweat.
The dome turns grey,
And down comes the diamonds.
The sun sleeps,
As we watch alchemy turn gold
Cradles turn to pools,
Coffee prints melt to the road
And we are left with beauty.
Angel of ice, Angel of fire,
On the branch
RestlessThoughts on endless repeat,Restless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The orchestra self-composes
in its sleep, and in itself
finds too much to think.
Ideas are repeated,
Rehashed and rediscovered
so that the words themselves
might speak, and find they too
have breath within them,
to somehow be unique,
And like the rest of us
fall short and yet succeed.
They tumble from my mind
like rain onto my feet,
and I scramble to write them down,
Before I too fall from my waking mind,
and into sleep
The tenderness that's herWith every word written, with every word spokenThe tenderness that's her2 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
Hope is GoneMy world crumbles down.Hope is Gone2 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 Apart2 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
Suffocate MeJust hold tighterSuffocate Me2 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 Stranger2 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.'
Mother NatureTree ring eyesMother Nature2 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
Ebbing AwayThe wallsEbbing Away2 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.
InsomniaWaking in the dead of nightInsomnia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering about my life
All the things I've left undone
How did things go so wrong
I lay here drenched in sweat
Haunted by the old regrets
Trying to stay awake
Frightened by my dreamscape
Stay up until the dawn
Go to work with face drawn
I struggle on through the day
People curiously glance my way
I finally make my way home
Wait for the cycle to go on
Gilded cageFrom far away, the moonlight still manages to findGilded cage2 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?
Strength Within YouWhat doesn't kill you makes you stronger. *Strength Within You4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Life's not easy, it's not meant to be.
We need only to hold on longer
To what goodness we still can see.
Deep in even the blackest night,
There always remains a faint spark,
One small trace of still shining light,
We must find to see past the dark.
This hardship won't last, but more lies ahead.
With each trial we face, we must find,
Our thoughts of grim tides we despondently dread
Too often take over our minds.
People forget, fall away from the truth.
They assume hope prevails no more.
Once they see the light and, unswerving, persue,
They find so much to be thankful for.
Unchanging, it stays, a standard true.
It leads through adversity deep.
Be wise, seek for it, and it will find you.
Stay strong, and that light will you keep.
As misfortune o'er takes all you hold dear,
Find the good in each trial you face.
Seize it quick, hold fast, when the end feels near.
You'll make it and fears will erase.
Don't lose the light, keep it firm in your heart
Dreamers of the SeaDreamers of the seaDreamers of the Sea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gaze wonderingly at the vast
while wistfully hoping to be swept
away to the far side of the world,
and each waking hour will bring
a new discovery,
but they remain trapped
in life's frivolities,
and tiresome idle pleasures
that bring little joy,
but they do not give up
that some day
their tide will come in
and carry them
AcquiescentAAcquiescent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pact born of your apathetic scorn
And our grave-like silence.
You love me with my mouth closed,
But love was spoken with regret.
We will never speak of it.
My acquiescent, frostbitten tongue
Seems always to agree
With every word you do not say.
I cannot climb up the icy path
'round your treacherous cold shoulders,
It chills my weary, weakened bones.
I find myself passive and insignificant
As a blade of grass beneath your foot,
Crushed, but not rising in revolt.
I have already lost my heart to you.
Words not spoken are forgotten,
So we shall never speak of this.
Falling HardYou love me in the morningsFalling Hard2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and hate me in the evenings.
Some say the sauce
is like truth serum.
I suppose in a sense
like a catalyst
for a raging heart.
spiral out of control
and large problems
Needless to say,
I don't drink much these days.
Maybe it's because
I don't trust myself
I don't trust you.
In either case,
I feel I should keep a clear head.
Because our situation
tends to go south
in a hurry.
You see it's all about fair-weather these days.
It has to be
with so much is wrong,
but it's storming outside
are falling hard.
If Tears Left ScarsIf tears left scars,If Tears Left Scars2 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?