Why I hate politicsToday I walked from my house a short mile to Walmart
On the way there I saw an entire family
A man, a wife, and 2 small children
Asking for any change could be spared
Both had lost their jobs last year
I gave them half the money in my pocket
I saw a man no older than 25
Sitting in front of the Inn 'n' Out
Whatever left over table scraps you can spare
My brother gave him half the change in his pocket.
I almost got back home to find 2 men
Begging for any change for a funeral for a young boy
We gave them what we had left.
Then I get home to hear
The economy is getting better
Now that we're over the fiscal cliff
Jenga Is a Dangerous GameJenga Is a Dangerous Game3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, please don't use words like "forever" and "always".
I get a little dizzy when you say them,
And my careful, precarious stack of hopes could fall down at any minute.
Though I don't and do wish you wouldn't,
You build it up, nourish it, make it grow
Each time you are kind to me.
Add a block for every smile.
Cause my heart to fly, my soul to sing;
Make me want to dance with you until the music ends...
But please, don't use words like "forever".
My tower is too tall, and I can't afford
To let it collapse on me, too.
WordsmithsHow long did you thinkWordsmiths4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we could pound our vocabulary with hammers
before it fell flat?
I no longer rule the worldSeems I no longer rule the world,I no longer rule the world3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
grains of life slipping through
the end of the time approaching
power, unable to suppress it.
When the world needed a ruler
they turned to me and shouted 'him!'
but there was no surcease of wars
and the famine stayed in place.
And during disease and death
the people turned and said
'he was meant to cure us!'
though king I never was true.
They strung me up
and gathered the tolls
dragged me through the nation
with screams of blood on their lips.
Though I begged
my crimes bared too much sin
for when it came to society
I didn't save the world.
The floor caved in,
the rope grew taught,
my struggles heard around
till the silence reigned down.
But then the pointed
and screamed 'he will lead'
at the man who took my life
and I was left on the gallows alone.
For I no longer rule the world
and the dirt eats up my soul
the grains of time and age
make for one grievous grave.
Good Bye FriendGood ByeGood Bye Friend4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Bags packed hastily on an un made bed.
Inactive blue tack firmly attached to the walls.
Earthly possessions compiled regrettably.
Unfortunate circumstances have been confirmed.
Your chariot has arrived to take you away.
The hardest part is yet to come.
I know our connection will weaken.
No matter how hard we try to cling on.
Change is something we cannot avoid.
Memories are all we have to hold on to.
Realities rewind button has been disabled.
This game can never be won.
Humour temporarily dilutes the situation.
Silence is the only language spoken.
Eyes exchange compromising glances.
Half hearted commitments announced.
Things will never be the same.
This equations amounts to a complicated sum.
As you stand In the door way about to exit.
Life's bank has withdrawn all the quality time we invested.
Hopeful plans for the future proclaimed.
Of which a fixed date can never be named.
I will miss you more than you ever know.
I've finally accepted the fact that you must go.
Always Striving For Perfection....(my words are confined by the doubts in my mind because nothing i do is ever good enough)Always Striving For Perfection....3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reassuring PrideReassuring Pride.Reassuring Pride4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can do this on my own.
I don't require your assistance.
I'm not questioning whether your capable.
Why the hostility and the unsighted resistance?
Why cant you just leave me alone?
I don't admire or warrant your persistence.
CensorshipCross out the words that are screaming the mostCensorship3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything that you need so badly, you deprive yourself of
Please do (and please don't)
I can't keep all these thoughts inside
(Let it be, you say.)
Sometimes I just want to explode
Flooding the world with these ideas,
these wild dreams
I don't care what you think.
I just need to let somebody know how I feel
You may pick yourself out of the rubble
when it's all said and done,
But as for me, I'll be dusting off my hands
putting them on my hips
Looking unashamed at everything
"Censor that, publishers."
Doyle's CuriosityDoyle had never seen or touched a dollar bill.Doyle's Curiosity4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Of course, he had heard about what was called now as physical moneybut it was only in the context of "It's a good thing that we all got rid of physical money a long time ago. It's really less hassle!"
Doyle was used to the concept of EC. After all, it was all he had known, and he had possessed an EC card since he was eight years old. That was the age the government gave children EC cards, and parents were required to place an allowance (however meager they wished) into the card.
EC, or electronic currency for short, was adopted by the United States and most European countries before Doyle was born, and even before his parent's time. The switch to EC had been done rather quickly, by an exective order by the president of the day, so he had heard. There had been government sponsored bonfires of paper money, and most coinage was seized by federal officials and melted into ore. That was all Doyle had heard about the transfer to EC. Most p
ily2i wrote a poem for you becauseily23 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you make me believe in happily ever afters,
romantic suicides and the fact that one day
i might not break everything i touch.
i don’t know what i’m going to do in four years
because i can’t comprehend a life without you.
and i hate you for it.
you’re just so—
you adjust my skirt and give me a pair of jeans
and say, “don’t let society make you .”
you stay up late with me to watch the sun set
only to wake me up early to see it rise.
you guide me out of the way of
already-broken leaves and
piggy-back me straight into puddles and snowdrifts.
you steal pieces from every one of my jigsaw
puzzles and call it a metaphor.
you’re beautiful and amazing and
if anyone ever tries to tell you differently,
it’s because they’ve never seen you
laugh at two o’clock in the morning
or spend days trying to figure out how to knit
a scarf for your step-sister’s birthday.
they’ve never seen you ba
historicalYou’ve always wanted timeless cobblestone and blood-swept streets and hearty cries of protestation, but it never wanted you and sometimes when you’re alone in your room playing with lighters you ask yourself why. You’ve never been particularly fond of gravel and suburbia but time wrapped you in silvery industrialization despite your protests, so you fester in lucidity and acidic pavements and wonder why time is such a stone-cold bitch.historical3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They made you beg and plead for revolt and freedom and tricolors, made you grovel on your knees and scream for a revolution that would never entirely be yours except for those few times when you would find it in smudges of black across yellow and your heart would soar out of your chest and propel it’s way to your throat. Their hourglass lips would shout at you to continue and your knuckles would peel and your skin would char but you kept up your fight because you knew that if you didn’t have a radical by your side soon you
18183 years ago in Letters More Like This
Happy birthday, sis.
We're the same age again. Yep, for the next 23 days.
We're both adults now! Can you believe that? It doesn't feel like we're that old... But we are!
I'm sorry I couldn't visit you this year. And I'm sorry I couldn't see you on your heavenly birthday either. My folks are worried about me since my incident... I don't blame you, and I don't think they do either. Still, they don't wanna lose me. Especially my dad. I don't think he could handle losing another daughter.
And even if after everything, you don't feel like that's what you are (I understand if you don't), I wanna tell you that you are his daughter. Just like me and my sisters. My dad thinks so too.
I used to get so tired of him telling me that I needed to be more like a teenage girl, like you. He'd always use you as an example of what I should be like. On top of that, you were drop dead gorgeous. I know you didn't think so, but you were. And I'll be damned if that didn't make me even more jealous.
You're different - be strongYou may be short but I am tallYou're different - be strong3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your face is big but mine is small
You may hate me, I say "so long"
For I am different, I am strong
They are dumb but you are smart
They blend in, you're not the part
But even if you don't belong
Say you're different, say you're strong
They hate us but we don't care
Because we will stand out everywhere
So if you're 'normal', don't get me wrong
We will be different, we will be strong
Burning DreamsI stood alone on that massive ship,Burning Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by all my dreams-
As we drifted to the middle of the sea
I took out a tiny match
And let it drop onto the deck;
"If my dreams must burn," said I,
"So must I."
And the whole ship was set ablaze,
Flames shooting towards the sky-
I perished amongst my dreams,
Surrounded by what I could not achieve
Reading Why do you like it?Reading4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's such a simple question, yet she finds it hard to answer.
Does she like reading because it's in some way forbidden? She must read fashion magazines, yes, but real books? Of course not!
Does she like it because it's somehow an escape? Is it the fact that she lets her tea go cold because she's a million miles away, chasing a world that does not exist? The fact that, when she has to tear herself away, she's afraid that the story will continue on without her?
Does she like the fact that it's a distraction? How trivial do mere bruises seem when soldiers are being struck down in battle? What are a few harsh words, when she's learning of women who were beaten down so hard and yet still managed to stand and fight?
Does she like it?
How she hates the way her mind has faded, provided with so many glossy images that she's been left unable to conjure any of her own. She can go about her day without acknowledging this horrible thought, but only by leaving the
Fri-end-ship.Fri-end-ship.Fri-end-ship.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I talk, you don’t listen.
You’re just waiting for your turn to speak.
You view every conversation as a competition.
All I can see is the unstoppable movement of your cheeks.
The flow of communication is always re directed back to you.
Almost as if everyone must hear what you have to say.
I’m not denying that half of what you say could actually be true.
But how can so much happen to a person in just one mere day.
What makes it worse is that your stories get recycled and repeated.
I zone in and out of your speeches and know exactly what happens next.
My place in the conversation is to respond and nod when needed.
If you can’t tell me in person, you incessantly try to call me or even text.
I can feel my tolerance and patience gradually wearing thin.
I am not even sure how much longer I can hold it in.
I want to tell you the truth but I don’t know how to phrase it.
Because I know once it is delivered, it is impossible to erase it.
So I have
RhythmbreakerOn the first day of school I rode the bus with all the other children from my townRhythmbreaker3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a rhythm on that bus. The driver would drive to the next neighborhood and stop near a kid's house. The student would then say goodbye to her friends and calmly walk home. It was a constant rhythm. Drive, stop, walk. Drive, stop, walk.
There was a little boy on that bus, no older than nine, who would always break that rhythm. The bus would stop, and he would leave without saying a word to anyone. The moment his feet touched the pavement though, he would run as if the devil himself were on his heels.
Every day as the bus pulled out, I would watch the boy run. One day, I caught a glimpse of his face. He didn't have the gleeful face of a child caught up in the vision of how he would spend his next hours of freedom, as I expected. Instead, he set his jaw in determination and anger and maybe even a little bit of fear. He didn't run like most children; he ran with mission.
As the months went by, the l
In independenceYou are thereIn independence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through it all
From the fall
You tell yourself
To bear the pain
To stand up
Cause they're all fake
They smile at you
You smile at them
Waiting for the thank you
That never came
Cause in this world
There are those like you
Diligent yet oppressed
Abused yet strong
But young girl
Stop your hating
They will all pay
For the debt unpaid
Your revenge awaits
For they will suffer
For the crimes they made
Your freedom awaits
And you will find joy
Heiress1.Heiress4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now; we know there are certain
truths: That immortality is as rarely
found in dreaming as beauty is in presence. That
light is never extinguished. That water is very
rarely clean. These are the laws.
Laws are only the habits
of old and stately things.
All laws were ideals
in youth, as were we.
When the earth sleeps
her veins are sluggish and her pulse is
undetectable. This is why they
no longer sedate her. She sleeps anyway.
They know her medicines, but no longer
her name. Physics is the only thing that
keeps the seeping silver circulating. They say this,
smiling, but they mean money.
Her breath is fat but cold,
her metabolism lacksadasical
but still ferocious.
In summer one eye flicks
lazily opened, toad-like
and squinting at day or night.
Come winter she stares wide eyed
at both. She doesn't see, but they lift
the medicinal green sheets, sift
cool air through light, give her clarity.
She smiles as she listens. When eternity
is reaffirmed, they leave.
StandardsAccording to the world I'm not a girl. I don't fit the tendencies a girl should have. I've never heard of this rule book before, but I suppose a lot of people have. I mean, there must be certain standards a girl should have that I am expected to live up to.Standards4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
According to the world girls my age should wear their hair long, girls should gossip, girls should be neat and like shopping and giggling. Girls should talk about boys all the time, and what they did on the weekend. Looking pretty should always be a girls main concern, never mind things like sports or running around, that's what boys do.
According to the world girls my age shouldn't be angry, girls shouldn't swear or curse or, god-forbid get dirty. Girls should never be aggressive towards others, they can never be rowdy or reckless or untidy.
I am a girl but I am like a boy. According to the world that is not right, their stereotypes make me an outcast.
Maybe, just ma
Miss Cut-OutOnce upon a time in the Land of Magic there was a Paper Kingdom. Everything there – tall trees, narrow, winding paths, tiny streams, and even the sky and the sun – was made of paper. Only one person lived in the Paper Kingdom, a young and beautiful girl. She had lean paper legs, nimble paper arms so eager to reach out and embrace anything that was wonderful, charming little paper face with wide paper eyes, shapely paper nose and paper lips, which remained closed most of the time because she was very calm and quiet person. She wore a paper dress, reaching to her knees and pretty paper shoes, and she always put her paper hair into two braids. The girl's name was Miss Cut-Out.Miss Cut-Out3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Despite the fact that she was the only inhabitant of the Paper Kingdom, Miss Cut-Out felt happy. In the morning she used to sit at the shore of the paper brook and admire the paper lilies. At noon she liked to stroll on the paper meadow, enjoying the feeling of paper daisies caressing her shins. In the a
A chess PieceIt feels like I been locked in those wallsA chess Piece3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Chained up so much that I can't move
And it seem that I am used to it
And it feel like I been here for years.
18 years shut inside
More that I can count
Is tormenting my soul
Like it was the way it should be,
The life feels like a game of cards
I always pick up the joker first
And it show me the color of my insides
If I continue like this I will die.
I feel like a chess piece
A knight to be specific
But it seem I don't know how,
It feels like black ball
On this billiard table
If you get me first
You're wasting your time.
Sometime I look at my hands
Pressing on my chest
Wondering when the storms outside will end,
Sometimes I try to go outside
But it easily sickening me
Wishing that everything should stop.
Death is always at my neck
Holding his knife near
Ready to slice it off anything,
Life is always at my heart
Pressing it strongly
Ready to suffocate me.
So many year that I can't count
I feel like an invisible piece
That the owner f
A Letter from a Girl you won't RememberDear Haters,A Letter from a Girl you won't Remember4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the boy who teased me about my acne,
my skin's cleared up now.
I hope you never have to deal with what I did,
and that you always love yourself and how you look.
To the girl who called me a freak who I thought was my friend,
I have wonderful friends now.
I hope you do too,
and I hope you respect them and that they respect you too.
To the kids who teased my friends when I wasn't there to defend them,
I'm always there for my friends now.
I hope you are too,
and I hope that your friends are always there for you.
To the boy who drew on my artwork,
I got picked for a program for talented young artists.
I hope that you find your dreams,
and that you appreciate opportunities as they come to you.
To the friend who ditched me for the popular group,
I have friends who stick by me all the time now.
I hope your new friends love and respect you as much as I did,
and that you always look out for them.
To the boy who whispered behind my back,
I never listened to you.