Why I WriteThe New Character
He smiles at me
This mysterious man of mine
He is saddened
He is lost, I imagine him in my mind
My heart skips a beat
As I write, between the pages
Crafting his look,
His thoughts, what he says
And as I continue writing
I see him smile as he
Turns around and brick walls
Disappear between us
He understands me and I understand him
We create this piece together
As I whisper in the words
I love you -- new character of mine
Creative InsanityWe spiral down, so foolishly,Creative Insanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Plunging further, even still.
Have any even once beheld
Her "gorgeous, luminescent face"?
We make, we think, we analyze,
Yet nothing makes us smile.
We keep on chasing, yet we all
Come home still empty-handed.
Perfection is so sly, so quick,
Teasing every time.
The roots take hold, the seeds long sown,
Her image all we see..
We're dragged into this horrible
Keep on DreamingThere are dreams in this worldKeep on Dreaming4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams of anything and everyone
Dreams are more than we believe
More than we actually dream
With a bit of faith
Dreams can become reality
Dream on, keep dreaming
You never know where those dreams may go.
Dreams change the world
Dreams can do anything
Dreams created the world
As everything that ever is, or was,
Began with a dream.
Keep on dreaming~
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
A Writer's Romance-"You're a writer, aren't you?"A Writer's Romance3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Those were the first words she spoke to me.
At the time, I was packing up, getting ready to leave the library.
I had another long day, spending the majority of my free time at the library, loitering around on my laptop,
Staring at my open wordpad as I contemplated about what to write about.
Just as I was readying to leave this girl, out of nowhere, asks me if I'm a writer.
-"I like to think I am."-
That's the only answer I could give her.
I had taken up writing as a hobby,
But no matter how hard I tried, all of my work felt underwhelming.
Could I get you to help me write a poem?
If that is too much trouble than anything else will do too."-
She starred at me with her big blue eyes,
Long golden hair,
Holding her hands together at her chest -
She was quite pretty at that,
Making me question why such a person would come up a complete stranger such as myself, and ask for something so absurd.
-"Why do you need something like that?"-
Where I am knownMy heart is at homeWhere I am known3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
in breezy points,
for it knows not warmth
to be comfortably smothered.
but my soul feels most safe
when hidden away,
for it fears the commitment
of being committed.
and what of me?
I feel most safe
inside phantoms of darkness,
where one cannnot know my craving…
for I crave the destructing
presence of company…
always aching, itching,
The KeyThere's a key that I've hidden away.The Key3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath the trinkets and lace.
I've kept it buried deep.
In hopes no one will find it's hiding place.
It holds treasure.
That's rarely been touched.
I've kept it hidden.
It's been shattered enough.
If by some unusual miracle.
You stumble by it's place of rest.
Hold it safely in your hands.
And never let it go.
Describe Your LifeDescribe Your Life.Describe Your Life4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
From your pre-destined slumber.
Life's lottery has selected your number.
Your way through this world.
These feelings can't be bought nor sold.
Through the hardships and pain.
These feelings have proven impossible to tame.
Every story must have an end.
Life is one process which is impossible to extend.
There are countless words to describe your life.
Living is something you cannot experience twice.
Make mistakes, learn from them and prosper.
We are all apart of an ever changing roster.
Enjoy the time that we have here.
Take no notice of the conclusion that draws near.
Death will be heard by the tolerant ear.
The Temple From My DreamsIn the centerThe Temple From My Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of the olive hued swamp,
Lies a temple made of stone,
Eroded away over the years.
Moss grows in the creases
Abandoned and left a mystery.
The temple calls me,
Tempting me to explore,
Even uncover what lies within.
Yet, everytime I get close,
Dead in my tracks.
And I turn away.
One time I watched a maiden,
Pale with long dark hair.
She stumbled out of the temple,
Failing to notice me.
She reached the edge of the swamp,
And just like that,
My dad has offered,
Even my peers have offered,
To travel into the temple with me.
But they can't.
They don't see the temple,
It doesn't call them.
Eventaully, I will have to be brave,
Risk everything I have.
I have to travel by myself.
The temple wants me,
Maybe as a sacrifice,
Maybe even to save me.
I can't stop in the swamp
Heart BeatHeart BeatHeart Beat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This Heart has been broken many times
Cracked and scared over and over again
So many made by one
It tries beating for others
But it just stops
It only beats for the one and only
But no beat is returned
Forever… it beats alone
Wide AwakeI'm wide awake.Wide Awake3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't believe that I
Let you control my life,
I didn't even fight.
I'm wide awake.
How could I have been so blind?
I'm wide awake.
And now I'm letting go.
Now I really know
I shouldn't be this low.
I'm wide awake.
I'm gonna really say good-bye.
I shouldn't have done
What I have done.
I have to accept you're finally gone.
I know that it hurts
And it's so bitter-sweet.
But you let me fall on the concrete.
You left me here die
But I'm now I'm letting you go .
Your love was just a lie.
Now I know what I know.
I'm saying my good-bye.
I just reaped what I sow.
And so this is this the end.
I'm gonna write again.
What of Beauty?Beauty, to us, is what comes in the nightWhat of Beauty?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What was abused, trampled over, corseted tight
But broke free to take once more flight
Beauty, to me, is what comes inner-out
What beast, whose talons have clutched it?
What jealousy or poetry lies under the gash?
Beauty is a tomb for the trembling, sweetest of hearts
So i shall speak words of fire,
and instill them in the pearly fabric of your back
You mustn't forget that beauty, terrible, trembling
Beauty never liked me,
... and never might
ForgetI want to,Forget11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forget about the good times,
Forget about the bad,
Forget about your face,
The memories we have,
But I cant.
Your face follows me,
Haunts my slumber in my dreams
Reflects in the pieces of my heart,
It's every where to me.
I hear your voice,
When no one is there,
The shadows seem to speak,
They call to me,
There is nothing that I want to keep,
I want you to take all your memories,
And the pain you left with me.
Ever Notice HowEver noticed how a minute can seem so long?Ever Notice How7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How it stands still when times are so wrong.
Ever noticed how a minute can go so fast?
In good times when you wish they would last.
Ever notice how dark the skies can really be?
On those nights when your feeling a little lonely.
Ever notice how bright the skies can seem?
When your not afraid to let yourself dream.
Ever notice how love can break your heart?
Moving in completely and ripping it apart.
Ever notice how love can also set you free?
Opening your eyes so you can see eternity.
Ever notice how time can stand still?
Haunting your mind and weakening your will.
Ever notice how time can pass right by?
Taking precious moments in a blink of an eye.
Ever notice how life can be so unfair?
Leaving pain and sorrows without even a care.
Ever notice how life can be so sweet?
Pieces coming together making us so complete.
Ever notice when you love someone to much?
Closer you try to get the further your out of touch.
Ever notice when you love someone
HeartlessHeartless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They call me heartless
And I know, it's true
For I had buried it on the same day
and in the same grave that consumed you
It's just that...
I found it returning to me
for that one moment, after eleven years
When I sat by you today
I LOVE YOU
AND I MISS YOU!
So, please take it back with you
For it was your parting gift
And I have no right to keep it
When I die--I don't wantWhen I die--4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the last thing I see
to be a fan, spinning
round and round,
or an off white ceiling.
The smell of clean death
Hospital beds. I want a kiss
to steal my last breath
Like they do in the movies.
For those who know me:
I want to die happy
with music from the
'Top 25' of my ipod
played at my funeral.
And I don't care
if they don't make sense.
Because that was me!
I was an old soul,
a mess of puzzle pieces
and confusing metaphors
all jumbled up into one package.
Don't moveDon't move.Don't move4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to remember you like this.
Your skin flush.
Mouth unable to speak.
You're mine now.
My helpless doll.
I've never wanted anyone so much.
You're better than the others.
A golden trophy among the silver.
I'll never let you fade.
I know it hurts.
The blood will stop soon.
A little pinch.
You smell so sweet.
I place my hand over your eyes to shield the light.
Your world will be dark soon.
It all will be.
Let go, my love.
How to Reap What Eludes YouTo whom I craveHow to Reap What Eludes You3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When all is sullen, melancholy and grave
Where are you now?
To the shed of blessed verse
When my earth is defiled, and shrouded in curse
Where are they now?
By day I pay homage to her fluctuating form
The vision I wield to brave every storm
Her elusive frame is my source of despair
A hefty burden I am honored to bear
To where do I embark
When the ghostly reveries emerge from the dark
How can i slay them?
To whom I adore
When life yields a lingering bore
How shall I maintain?
OverActive ImaginationLike verbal synesthesia,OverActive Imagination3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my head.
bang bang bang
and all I think are flashes.
Computer fans are white noise
and clicking keys a melody.
I sleep on piles of books
and tell myself bedtime stories
that never, ever end.
It's the same one, every night.
I edit, even in my head.
One color brings four hundred synonyms to mind
and the feeling of fabric is like a burst of light.
Looking at a photograph is often over whelming,
and all I want to do is know what
they were thinking,
not what I am.
It's a curse and a blessing,
on a wing and a prayer,
and a hundred other cliches
that will never go away.
Here's to the over active imagination
that won't stop finding the meaning in everything.
Spare Me PleaseTo the deepest parts of mySpare Me Please4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I call on you to feed from
the depths of this broken vessel.
Only take small portions to satisty
that never ending hunger
for I am only human
Please feel free to puncture
my life with your needs.
drive deep into thou heart and pull
the memories that have held me down
suck the venom from my soul
spare me of lifes judgement.
Could it be...Could it beCould it be...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That the clues I leave
Are really just holes
Just emptying my soul
Could it be
That no one can see
The pictures I draw
Of the things I saw
Could it be that
I write things people forget
And the things I say
Are forgotten within a day
Could it be that
Reading the things I write
And I just don't know it yet
Could it be
You can't understand me
And all my dreams
Aren't possible in this reality
Could it be
That I don't know myself
That I can't actually ever say
What I want to say
Could it be
That you are all deaf
And there is no reason left
To go on with me and continue talking
Could it be
That I just don't know
And I'll never know if I keep going
And that the taps of my feet just stopped
Could it be
That I can't go on
Can't move forward without my soul
And the words I can't seem to get across
Could it be
That I don't really want you to see
So I put up a veil of pretty words
So that you'll leave me be and forget I ever left you something to read?
Standing AloneStanding Alone.Standing Alone4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can't understand myself
Yet I can't stand myself
So I stand by myself
Because I can't be anyone else.
break routineRoutine has become too comfortable for comfort.break routine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My feet wear the same tracks into the dirt,
kicking up the same dust every day
but the worst part is that the dust cloud blinds me to other, newer paths.
The most appealing option is to run
c'est l'option la plus dangereuse,
but that's its allure.
My whole being screams for something different,
something borderline uncomfortable,
like the feeling of too much space I get from places with no trees,
but I limit myself.
My brain won't stretch to envelop the possibilities
that float just out of its reach
like it used to.
I'd like to blame it on public school, and I somewhat can, I think-
but in the end, I have control over what I do with my brain
and I didn't stretch it.
I am a brain neglecter,
a fear collector,
a cage erector
who locks herself in
then complains about her captivity.
I used to think I was special,
that right now didn't matter,
that ONE DAY I'd be something, do something speci