I'm the type...to try and smile when they're gunning me down andI'm the type...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I won't tell you until I'm full of empty shells that
the world wasn't built on land but on
a lack of better term for human desire for satisfaction that does not exist.
To be optimistic when one's soul is a realist but
it doesn't matter how many petals you count because
the last draw will always end with a dead end that
takes you to a new beginning where at first you feel..
this is it. And I'm going to make this my
home.. If not for the eyes that prey on your identity while perched on
trees that take root on ground made of greed and
Is happiness a paradoxical conspiracy that finds salvation in the dreaming minds of those awake. Or perhaps just
something I have only caressed but never tasted to
Is suffering that which is beyond the first dream that
we all awaken to after sleeping that first sleep when
we break free of Innocence.
Or are my words not but images that you have unconsciously
"The Monster without a Name"There once was a Monster who had not a name"The Monster without a Name"4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who wanted one badly, so he could be tame
He split into two, one went East, one went west
To look, in the world, for a name that was best.
The one that went West journeyed far over land
To look for a name in the world wide and grand
He wandered and walked until finally he found
A little old hut on a small grassy mound.
The old hut was Otto's, blacksmith of the town
A large working man with his hands big and brown
The Monster approached him, and bid him "Good day!
Have you sir a name I can have, if I may?"
"My name is Otto, by that name I live,"
The blacksmith replied. "My name I cannot give!"
"If you give me your name, and if I can be you
I'll make you the strongest and best blacksmith, too!"
Big Otto considered this offer quite well.
"If you make me strong, to you my name I'll sell!"
The Monster jumped into his stomach, became
Big Otto the Smith. Finally he had a name!
And Otto the Smith was admired by all
For he was the strongest, the bigge
False HopeIf we feel strong when we protectFalse Hope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is it we are protecting?
Is it ourselves?
Is it our beliefs?
Is it our aspirations?
It is none of these.
For we are tiny, pitiful creatures once again deceived by hope.
The Questioning Of RealityIf it’s beautyThe Questioning Of Reality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If it’s strength
If it’s love
If it’s power
If it’s happiness
If it’s destruction
But if it’s the ability to detect whether we live in reality or not
You’ll never win
the trans-, the pan- and the asexual. i.the trans-, the pan- and the asexual.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He couldn't feel like a boy
And a girl
At the same time.
So he grew his hair long
With colorful dreadlocks
And wore eyeliner
But kept his name.
They told her that
She could either love boys
So she fell in love
With the boy who
Was born as a girl.
He didn't feel love
For the girl with the large chest.
Or the boy with the sparkling eyes.
But that didn't mean
He didn't love them
In his own way.
If that boy's way of loving is
And the boy with the long hair and eyeliner's way of loving is
And the girl who had a taste for personality, not gender's way of loving is
Then aren't we all just
[45.] PhantasmsShe kissed the ghost in the moonlight[45.] Phantasms3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because she knew he'd be gone by daylight
Their fingers touched sometimes
When is a door not a door, a door, a door?
Locking up hearts from afar
If you spoke the words, why didn't your lips move?
And what is the truth supposed to prove?
And she sees right through
No EvilNo Evil2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A window standing without a wall
To see through
To see truth
To see all
Cherished Witness be certain without the fault
A melody playing without an instrument
To hear songbird
To hear heartache
To hear lament
Precious Child be understanding without the argument
A voice ringing without a tongue
To speak loud
To speak mind
To speak unsung
Beloved Soul be right without the wrong
See no evil
Hear no evil
Speak no evil
just another ride home.One headlight's outjust another ride home.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On this car I'm driving
It's getting dark
And my other will go out soon
Need to find shelter
From this storm coming so fast
The sky darkens
As I pull over to the side of the road
Rain comes first
In showers then torrents
I can see my breath inside my car
My heaters dying
All I want
Is to be safe and warm
With you by my side
My car is dying by the cold
And I'm the only one on the road
Any second now it'll snow
My cell phone doesn't have service
And there are no other lights on the road
I guess you knew that my car would die
Because you were there within five minutes
Asking if I needed a ride home
With that sarcastic little tone
And a smile I couldn't resist
Blue Idiots Child.That dark corner.Blue Idiots Child.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sat the 'Blue Idiots Child'
No-one cared about them.
They just sat there.
Cutting there wrists.
'nothing good will happen, I am hated'
'the blue idiots child'
how did they become like this?
blue idiots child.
Now they cry blood.
it pours from there mouth.
from there eyes.
from there soul.
no-one can help the blue idiots child.
One way from homeOne way from home11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So far gone, yet still walking in the rain.
On the dead end street, with the one way lane.
Tears and rain drops, leave the same stain.
No-one need know, if I'm silent in my pain.
Wilted RoseWilted Rose3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She wraps herself in somber lies
Step out of the rain, don't drown my dear.
Consumed by grief and doubt, she cries
She has but nothing left to fear.
She squanders love as it comes her way
Step into the light, don't hide my dear.
With a wistful plea, she begs him to stay
But does her frail heart prove sincere?
She regrets letting him slip though her fingers
Step out of the cold, don't shiver my dear.
On the tip of her tongue, her lost love lingers
The sorrow foretold that they wouldn't cohere.
Streams of scarlet run down her shoulder
Step into the darkness, don't wither my dear.
All she needs is for someone to hold her
Someone to listen as she sheds a tear.
Silence becomes her, as still as the night
Step into the warmth, don't freeze my dear.
To take that plunge off a bridge, she might
Only to bring forth the end that is near.
She carries on her tenuous life
Step away from it all, don't weep my dear.
Cutting her deep like the sharpest knife
This state of apprehension won't disappear.
Suffrage of the ReaperSuffrage of the Reaper4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
An untitled work of crescendos
Lining our future, lining our past
The Reaper's scythe digs into the ground
And there it lays without a sound
Agony spreading across our land
Created by those
They lurk behind doors
And hide behind masks
Their cannibalism utters nothing
Bitter irony to those they betray
The sins that pillage the earth in their wake
Blood & limbs of those with vengeance
Will never feel the same
When it disappears
Prey remove their veneers
And frolic, trapped in falsity
Blinded of the bars that surround them
Blinded of the plague that has never ceased to spread
Nails digging into flesh
They pray to the Gods with their
Surveyed by the shadows
of Satan's reign
A grin, a smirk, to all their pain
A chuckle at discord, a clap for disdain
And the Reaper stands by
Without a say
Not a word for hate
Or a choice for disarray
Oh the Reaper
Exhausted as be
He can never sleep
He must never sleep.
FaithI love your belief in God.Faith3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedAll Ends2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
Queen of InsanityQueen of Insanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Queen of Insanity
These invisible walls
Hold me inside.
Stuck in a never-ending maze,
Comfort, I can't find.
Like scars on my heart,
I'm hurt but it's not seen.
My sanity's tearing apart,
And it will make me queen.
Queen of Insanity,
Queen of the Insane,
As wrong as death itself,
Like the ideas I have slain.
The ideas are a whirlpool
Of sorrow and fear.
I say I've thrown them away
But in my heart, they are here.
Queen of Insanity,
Queen of the Insane,
My laws are Hell itself.
My laws will burst your veins.
3-1-12 Julia Ngo
Every Person is UniqueEvery Person is Unique3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
People are amazing things,
They don't have fins or even wings.
But what makes them amazing is that each one is unique,
And even though good looks are what some seek,
I go by the person, not whether they are chic.
Every person is different and has a personality,
That comes with their own special mentality.
Whether they are short or tall,
To-die-for handsome or ugly as a wall,
Just remember this one life technique;
Every person is unique.
Seeing him againSeeing him again3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What should I do if I see him again? If our path crossed once again.
Should I be happy?
Should I be sad?
Should I cry a litre of tears?
Should I laugh for falling for him?
Should I be mad at myself?
Will my chest hurt again?
Will the time stop once more if I look in his eyes?
I tried to forget about him after all these years, I really did!
I tried loving someone else but it felt like it wasn't right.
My mind forgot about him but a piece of myself and my heart wasn't able to move on.
I thought it was a merely obsession but it wasn't!
What should I do? Tell me!
Now that he is standing a feet away from me, why is he wearing a surprised look on his face filled with mixed emotions?
Why is my feet rooted in this spot while he is walking towards me?
Why can't my eyes leave his?
Will he still remember me after all these years even if it's only my name?
Should I forgive him for befriending me and suddenly disappearing?
No! Don't come any closer! But my voice won't come out.
He called my name. I