Paradise...Paradise...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walked lonely and lonely on a silent street
Saw empty benches where dear ones meet
Underneath were impressions of invisible feet
Tenderly touched by the cool breeze
Heartily greeted by nodding trees
Oh! I was like a guest to a land of love and peace
The daffodils in yellow
Looked up and said hello!
I was standing in a meadow
Basking in The heavenly glow
Eternal bliss as far as the mind could go
Like an enchanted audience in a cardist's show.
The leaves so mesmerizing like the spades of cards
My joy now equivalent to the thirteen hearts
Clear water falling like diamonds
I felt like the queen of my club ready to commence
I was in my world, my world of pleasure
Wanting to keep this safe, safe as a treasure
My mind was fresh and pleased
Wanting this tranquility never to cease
But, the silence didn't last for long
As it was broken by another dawn
This happiness and serenity in my world of fantasy
A paradox it is, in the world of reality.
StrongI have to smile.Strong3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have to scream.
I have to be in denial,
Cuz If i'm not,
I have to be strong,
For everybody else.
When I'm weak,
Everybody else will lose me.
They can be weak.
Cuz I will stay strong.
They don't need to be.
I want them to stay happy.
I want them to stay safe.
I want to protect them from the world,
With all of my strength.
But I don't want to always be strong,
So I lean into the music,
The other worlds,
Where others are strong for me.
Where I can cry,
Be free from the pent-up wounds
Where I can dream of anybody,
And they'll be strong.
I hate being strong.
Sometimes its overwhelming
When I wake up in the morning,
But I have to be strong for them.
But I have to be strong for myself.
Because sometimes, they're weak.
So I'm the only one
I can count on to be strong.
From Time To Time.From Time To Time.From Time To Time.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Want to know the value of ten years?
Why don’t you try asking a newly divorced couple?
And see if they have any wasted tears.
Want to know the value of three years?
Why don’t you try asking an exhausted graduate?
And see if they are ready to start their career.
Want to know the value of nine months?
Why don’t you try asking a distraught mum?
And see if she misses her baby bump.
Want to know the value of four weeks?
Why don’t try asking someone who has been fired?
And see if they like prospect of living on the streets.
Want to know the value of an hour?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed their alarm?
And see if they still had time to eat breakfast and shower.
Want to know the value of a minute?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed the last train?
And see if they will be momentarily pushed to their limits.
No matter the amount,
Every single moment counts.
Even when the first day becomes every day
And all the seconds a
UnsweetViolent words are unfitting of youUnsweet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They don't match you
Unnecessary violence that slices us open
I don't see them in you
But maybe I see you wrong
Never Give up.Never Give up.Never Give up.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Don't let your doubts make you give up.
God's Love for you is so Great!
Don't lie and say he hates!
God took upon himself every sin you've ever done, you're doing now, and ever will do! He gave his all for you!
Now multiply that by the countless people God has ever created and ever will create! It's too much to Fathom.
He gave his all for you!
His Love for you is like: if you were his only creation.
He hates the sins you do, but he Loves you!
Don't sit there denying this, but accept his offer for Salvation.
His will is for you to be saved, but you have to do your part before he works in you.
God is Faithful.
God is Able!
What are you waiting for?
Give your Life to Jesus today, or throw away the only chance you'll ever get to be saved by an all powerful, Loving, Compassionate, Caring God!
God bless you in the name of Jesus Christ!
Whosoever calls on his name will be saved
Am IAm I invisible?Am I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because you ignore me,
Am I that shadow on the ground?
Because you're walking over me.
Am I camouflaged?
Because you deliberately turn your back on me,
Am I alive?
Because you act as though I don't exist.
Am I dead?
Because you look at me as though I'm a spirit,
Am I just a colour?
Because you judge me as though I am.
Am I unwanted?
Because you make me feel that way.
Am I just a fish in the sea?
Because you caught me, but then you let go.
The colour of my skin doesn't defy the person inside,
Whether I'm Brown, Black, Yellow or White;
The words you use to hurt me,
Cannot take away my pride.
I ChangedTrying to cover the tears, trying not to show my fears.I Changed10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I keep it all inside? My pain getting harder to hide.
I used to be cheery, it used to be real.
But now it's different, and they're making some big deal.
Saying "Why are you so sad?" and "You look depressed."
Can't you just leave me alone, let it rest?
So maybe I've changed...what's that got to do with you?
Just because I've changed? Well maybe you have too.
time machineThe sun gives light to the moon but the moonlight is much more aspiring than the sun.time machine6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is a kind of sadness, which only knows of sad songs
and can only listen to the sound of rivers unweaving and
paper sailboats grasping for anchors.
Silver butterflies flutter their wings in the night sky
and the stars would shimmer in consent.
His house seem to always be right under the moonlight at night
Like a little toy house placed at one spot for every night, every show
There is always something that reminds me of outer space at this magical spot.
The sun's deep golden yellow fades into pale moon-white and the grass covering the lawn is deep black and brown.
He was sitting beside his old sailboat that was strung to a wooden pole.
His eyes were flowing with music notes, like a river unweaving, a soft piano in an obscured room.
I go over and sit beside him without a word because his mind can be in faraway places when he is sitting under the moonlight. right now, under the shine his skin is even p
No EscapeThere is no escape from yourselfNo Escape3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crossing a river you return the same
There is no alternative reality
Where you could exist
There is only now and here
And all else is a neural construct
There is no running away
Lost you could not loose yourself
And there is no mindlessness
As no mind could comprehend it
There is only natural movement
In a mind that is untouched
In a body that is liquid
Undefined by its shape
Unconstrained and wide open
The Past Of ManyThere is still the memory of you in my head and heart.The Past Of Many4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The empty space.
I don't love you anymore, yet the feeling is there.
I wonder if you think of me, daily, I know I do.
I wonder if your new girl knows, about me, about us.
The void between our hands is getting bigger and bigger.
When we meet,
What do you want me to say but inquire about your health?
Make polite conversation,
As she clings to your arm.
I've been slammed against a wall,
And it hurts so much.
I'm no longer the one.
No longer your everything.
I'm no one to you anymore.
Maybe I'm just no one to anyone.
half-priced whoremaybe in fifty years,half-priced whore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she will stop feeling his finger-shaped bruises
on her hips and arms.
stop hearing his words—you think you can stop me, little girl?—
in every passing "are you okay?".
stop feeling the wind like a ghost of his acid breath
on the back of her neck
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful little girl.
maybe fifty thousand dove soap bars later
and too many scalding showers
and dusty baby blankets and days spent lying in bed,
looking up at the water stained ceiling,
will be enough to leave the man
on the corner of anderson street and rosa parks avenue
right where she never wanted to find him.
just ask her, she knows first hand
that worlds don't end in bangs but
she knows what it's like to die with a fist
over your mouth and fear in your nostrils.
pretend she is made out of ashes and paper thin words—mourn
the loss of her innocence, her freedom, her control.
cast her out into the ocean to dissolve among the waves,
find her a god dirty enough
MemoriesMemories last forever.Memories3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every single kind.
The good, the bad, all of them.
Even if you think they have been forgotten.
But it's still there.
Just buried in the depth of your mind.
They can not be truly forgotten.
So look for them.
Activate them and re-watch those days.
Even if it is sad.
Go through those emotions and look ahead.
Remember the marks they left on you and move forward.
Unless you're Donna Noble.
red light, green lightIt was one of those cities where if you stoodred light, green light3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the middle of the intersection,
you could see
to the horizon;
where you could become
lost in your foundness,
if you stared hard enough.
She knew this.
She was one of those people
who never saw her feet walking down the sidewalk,
because she never looked,
because she knew there were more interesting
things than the past. No, she
watched the things she was passing—
not really stopping to smell the roses,
not really stopping at all, just aware of
her own movement.
I was one of those cautious drivers:
the kind that would stop in the road
for any bird, turtle, squirrel or deer.
The kind who would go beneath the speed limit,
ride on the white lines because
I could barely trust my life in my own hands,
let alone other people’s too.
We meet for a second, when I am stopped
By the red light, and she is given the green.
As she crosses the street with her dark coat
and her bright scarf and her pale hands,
her eyes, when they pass me, tel
she can't keep secrets, i can't keep friendsthe first time I see her in months,she can't keep secrets, i can't keep friends2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she still hugs me like i’m the only thing
keeping her world up.
i remember a time when this was true.
we do not talk about anything we used to—
those things have become taboo,
almost while our heads were turned away.
subjects are now landmines, with us tiptoeing around them,
me in my beat up converse and her in her sky-high stilettos.
we do not talk about how she did not say goodbye.
we do not talk about her old-new-old-old-gone boyfriend.
we don’t mention any new holes in my heart
or any new episodes of a now cancelled television show.
we do not talk about the new kid who looks like her
and we don’t talk about the school of new kids she looks at every morning.
i do not tell her that i have written seventeen poems about her
because she does not understand my way of letting go.
i do not tell her that it is close to October
and i have stopped marking off days on my calendar
and today i haven’t eaten any food
but i doubt sh
SmileShowing everyone that you're okaySmile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe not now, but someday
In time wounds heal, scars may remain
Laugh a little
Eventually it will be effortless
Upward you climb
Never lose sight
Till you reach the top
If you never stop
Life will soon be better
In the end, you'll be fine
Try to hold your head up and smile
Soon you will feel better
Remember the things that made you smile
Even laugh sometimes
A heavy heart just drags you down
Life will look nicer if we all learn to smile
Don't ForgetChildren screamingDon't Forget3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How, I ask,
Is such a thing done?
And all before lunch.
18 were children,
Children so small.
Please tell me how does humanity
So deeply fall?
No one was left
Unharmed that day.
They heard their friends dying
Over the PA.
Children so innocent
I don't understand
How he could steal that away
He was monster, not man.
Yet I weep for him too.
I guess that's just me.
I'd never wish Hell
On my worst enemy.
But seriously, CHILDREN?!
How dare that cruel beast!
Lord, God Almighty,
Bring those poor families peace.
I think of the presents
That'll never be unwrapped.
11 days before Christmas,
27 families have gaps.
I think of the parents
Who kissed their children goodbye
Then sent them to school
Not knowing it was the last time.
I think of each tragedy
That's happened before.
People tire of hearing it
And soon start to ignore.
But to the people affected,
The damage is fresh.
They're all that's spok
Hidden StoriesBeneath every smile there is a broken heart and a tear that is shed,Hidden Stories3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath every laugh there is a cry of pain,
In the midst of every shadow there is a ray of hope in the darkness,
Behind every "I'm fine," there's always a crying soul,
Inside every tear there's a little laughter,
Behind every poem there's an entire life story...
You AreYou are the center of my madness.You Are3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are the one who ends my sadness.
You are the first rose in early Spring.
You are the tune that my heart sings.
You are the one who holds my love.
You are the symbol of a dove.
You are the only girl for me.
You are the one who makes me see.
You are the mid-summer sun.
You are my true love, the one.
You are the wind beneath my wings.
You are the very breath I breathe.
You are what makes my entire soul
Completely and utterly whole.
This Is Why We Can't Be In LoveThe day we first met, she was naked. The empty gallery had turned the A/C off and she said, "it's hot, too hot for clothes," and she stripped down to skin. She was pink and raw from sunburn, shiny plasma peeking out of translucent cracks in her epidermis.This Is Why We Can't Be In Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"How many times have you done this today?" I asked her. "Also, hello."
I know I flushed pinker than her, fully clothed in my capris and navy fingerless gloves even though it was already July-- burning for her, because she didn't seem to notice her own skin.
She smiled, asked, "Am I beautiful?"
"I don't even know you."
"Okay," she said.
"I have to go," I said.
* * *
She was still naked, our second encounter. I was eating a blizzard in the Dairy Queen and she was sitting at the counter with the tall stools. I tried to avert my eyes, to focus on whatever was outside the window in the parking lot, but she caught my gaze in hers and trapped me. As I watched her, she grinned and twirled, bare feet on the linoleum floor,
White Pinewe speak in long blinksWhite Pine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and sleep apnea. i count fifteen whole seconds
before you breathe in. we find respirators in your apartment
and almost need them for catching our breath,
your weight still settling onto our chests
and off of your feet —
i don’t believe in heaven
but somewhere you’re standing
crooked, white pine.