Dream CatcherDream Catcher7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I covet your nightmares.
I want to inch them apart,
wire bright and brittle
from under your skin,
split them down the middle
and crawl deep inside.
I want to wrap them
in yellow newspapers
and tatter your skin
right between your shoulder blades
with their bleak words.
I want to see them glisten
bone shard white and blistered,
the pucker of your flesh
stopping up my thoughts
in the lost vacuum of you.
I want to own them
and watch your mouth run dry
the buckle of your body
scraping up against the sky,
savoring the taste of cheap.
A Very Skyrim ChristmasT'was the night before Christmas, and all through Whiterun,A Very Skyrim Christmas3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a living thing was outside,
Except the guards, and Whiterun's local bum
Jarl Balgruuf was in bed, a bed fit for the Lord,
In hopes that St. Nick would bring him a Sword;
In the small house known as Breezehome, Lydia did slumber,
Wishing that for Christmas she would get a Sword of Thunder;
And Archer set out some milk and a sweet roll,
Preparing for the arrival of Santa, so he wouldn't get coal;
He had no idea what this man looked like,
But he hoped that he'd visit, possibly this night
He yawned tiredly, and then scratched his head,
Before going upstairs to sleep in his bed.
In the morning, he hoped, he would have some nice presents…
Well, after all, he'd been kind to the peasants,
When suddenly, in the living room, Archer did hear,
A large man was present… when did he appear?
With a focus, then a cast, Archer was see-through,
So he could sneak behind a chair, and see what the man would do.
He wore a large red
Suicide noteDear Mister,Suicide note3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I lay empty inside with many thoughts of suicide. Limbo is where I stand above the ground so high. The people below laugh at my failure that has tainted my empty heart. So Mister call my phone, talk to me, tell me why I was born when nobody wants me. Maybe tomorrow or maybe next year you will find my wrenched corpse in my bathtub. The cold water will run down my bloody wrists. Liquor stains my clothes because I drank to my death in a good humor. Dead lips so cold just a touch will break me. No longer will I be your victim of your love rape or abuse. The scars on my body are enough proof of your existence. Tonight I will leave my proof of living by dying. Everything that I hold dear is gone now, you stole my everything.
Someday you will wake and see my face in the mirror with soaked bloody tears that you had drawn. Paint my corpse with your lies of love. Whisper your secrets into mouth, tasting the
What is Love?What is Love?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It isn't the size of her breasts
Nor is it the way you dress
Love isn't your wealth
Love isn't the jerk
Love isn't sex
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is when you'll be there for him
Love is when you'll stay by his side
Love is when you'll spend eternity with him
Love is when you'll die for him
Love is to love
An Atlantic DivorceLies AdornedAn Atlantic Divorce9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A serrated sound
intruded our father - daughter
discussion, though my mind was far
from focused, manipulated
by comfort's trickery.
Your not-so-nimble fingers
fumbled with the flip-phone,
immediately wishing you hadn't;
"I love you.
My naive ideals were deceived
by the screen's pixels of white
and black - no shades of gray,
no room for doubt.
My mother's name is Michelle.
The pressure of adorned
lies rested upon my shoulders,
weighting my body below the surface.
With time the bubble ridden
water cooled, steam escaping
through the gaps from which my own
Ripples tamed, my comatosed
being unable to struggle.
Ice settled in place.
This bath-tub winter breezed
into summer: ice cracked and watered
just at the break of fall;
your lies faltered, and she knew.
A Spark In The DarkA Spark In The Dark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Spark In The Dark
After I had met you-
I found out that hope can be so wounding
And now I know what meaningful desires can do-
The pieces of my dreams are still crumbling
You made me fade in-and-out of your Heaven
Allowing me the taste of peace momentarily
And then right back to testing my withdrawing patience
While I plunge back into my same old Hell called: vulnerability
This feeling...is too raw
A tug of war between different kinds of torment
I'm missing you...so much
The rift between us seems to be infinite
Don't go...don't leave
Don't let go...of me
But when you left me for the last time-
I knew that the wrong kind of love can be so fucking addicting
I realized that you combined my truth with your lie-
You always made your words so fucking convincing
You forced me to despise what I will never have-
As you pretended to hand me m
Under the Willow TreeThe wind blows with gentle sorrow,Under the Willow Tree3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the weeping girl sits under the willow tree.
She cries all day with the deep pain of a broken heart;
A pain no one else seems to see.
The dark closes in around her;
Her cries echo to the emptiness.
There's nothing left of her soul.
She's meant to die in the cold.
She hollow out her heart;
Tears herself to bits.
She knew she was to broken;
A candle to never be lit.
She carved out her gentle soul,
And stone took its place.
She tossed it to the wind for it was only pain and greif.
She left it to wither under the willow tree.
she lived life under a plate of glass;
To clear to be stone,
But to hard to be smashed.
She grew old all alone.
She never married or had kids;
Only ever wanted to be on her own.
The doctor told her she'd die by the nights' end.
She treated her long needed death as an old friend;
Letting it take her hand and lead her out of bed,
But she had one thing she wanted to be said.
"I am happy that death will finally take me,
TES V: 'Sons of Skyrim' LyricsThe Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim - "Sons of Skyrim" Song LyricsTES V: 'Sons of Skyrim' Lyrics5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Naal ok zin, los vahriin,
Wah dien vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal,
Ahrk fin norok paal graan,
Fod nust hon zindro zaan,
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal.
Ahrk fin kel lost prodah,
Do ved viing ko fin krah,
Tol fod zyemah win kien meyz fundien
Alduin fyen do jun,
Kruziik vokun staadnau,
Voth aan bahlok wah diivon fin lien.
By his honor, is sworn,
To keep evil forever at bay,
And the fiercest foes rout,
When they hear triumph's shout,
Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray,
And the Scrolls have foretold,
Of black wings in the cold,
That when brothers wage war come unfurled,
Alduin bane of kings,
Ancient shadow unbound,
With a hunger to swallow the world.
StuckGliding upStuck3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out of bones.
As entities are
Through the Lenscapethe grass is verd ant wetThrough the Lenscape7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it krills through my toes
and slags under my feet
the sky is as you, blue
dotted with cloud sand sculptures
of heroic beasts
and villainous hands tandem
like a wilting glance
shifting from dawn to dusk
the tree czar, happy with birds
lush rich reaching deep, deep
within thearth and hearth
cradling bed s'oft children
falling as tigers shake the branches (Sanchez)
making real the nursery crimes
times with her wither
with him within the reaches and depths
of coiled coins and granular sky diving dances
gift given hand sanities are pressed like
kneaded brows needing comfort
come for the wine,
stave, or the kisses
but leave for the trees, happy with birds
songs long lasting deep, deep
into the sleepless night
bah, tin - my eyes
the grass is grey and jággedy
an djinns dænce to the dim din
but in my eyes
the sky is grey and operas sieve
through screaming curtains of clarity
blurred with clouds and sculptures
shifting from grey to grey to grey to grey too
This Weary Lifetouch my faceThis Weary Life6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with both your hands
hold me to your breast
wrap your arms around me
and tell me i'll be fine
i'm just a babe
my fruitless tears announce it
i'm just a child
my tantrums can't deny it
hold me in your arms
and carry me to bed
press your lips
to both my temples
sing me softly, sleep
Christians close-minded? Rly?"Wait. What did you just say?"Christians close-minded? Rly?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I agree with you?"
"No, before that."
"...I'm a Christian?"
"I don't like Christfags."
"You heard me."
"So you're hating on me because I'm a Christian?"
"You people are close-minded hypocrites. So, yes."
"How am I a close-minded hypocrite?"
"You bash gay people. And bash anyone who doesn't believe in your Sky Fairy."
"When have I ever bashed gay people? Or anyone who has a different belief than me?"
"You're a Christian. So you have. End of story."
"...and you call me close-minded."
The Thing About ClichesI.The Thing About Cliches7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If this were a cliché,
A poem, or both
It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex.
There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. Well throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity.
This is not a cliché anymore.
So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page.
If this were a romance,
A message in a bottle, or both
It would still be cliché, to capture electric fingers and longings locked away with skeleton keys, and drugs.
Wed find footprints in the sand and read angels into them. Wed collect rejected roses, tarnished rings, and hopeful held breaths where the tides washed them up, tie them up with ribbon, and cork it all away for someone else to worry about.
This is not a romance either.
So instead I baked coffee cake while it rained, and picked the wee
Ode to KeldeoOde to Keldeo3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sweet little pony: cream, chestnut and blue
Yearns to be strong and brave and true.
Learns from his teachers, their patience and trust,
Lessons in life that you cannot rush.
Ambitious young kelpie, with eyes of grey
Recklessly sure then, he ran away.
Brave little warrior, certain and steady
But he faced a dragon before he was ready.
Our hero was strong, the dragon was stronger
They fought till the pony could take it no longer.
Battered and broken, quaking in fear,
“Cream-coloured kelpie, away from here!”
So moon and candle, give me your light
Fire in the hearth, burn clear, burn bright.
Children, gather in the fire's warm glow
And I'll tell you the story of Keldeo.
Weak and stumbling, attempting to flee,
Saved by a travelling group of three
They saw he was hurt, they bandaged his wounds
But he knew the dragon would find him soon
For he hadn't finished what he had begun,
And his foe would not rest till the battle was won.
The pony was frightened: trembling, he said,
Ne'er a Dirgethe song of death is sweet like rotten riceNe'er a Dirge5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a haunting and intriguing aroma
until I reach its putrid and nauseating source
forge ahead, friend of mine.
let the song be only a song
and ne'er a dirge for you
for i wish to hear your voice on this long and lonely journey,
to learn of your story as it grows and culminates.
CrushI see the beauty within youCrush4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you see it in me?
You're a girl with a heart
A girl with an open mind
Do you feel what I do?
Do you feel the chemistry?
I didn't expect this to happen
It was the furthest thing from my mind
But that's how it goes, isn't it?
Infatuation and hope springs up
When least expected
When my guard is down
Are you willing to try?
Do you get excited when you hear my name?
Like I do with yours?
My heart jumps when I see you
I want to take the chance
But I don't want to scare you away
I want to show you what we could be
I want to see you every day
I tell you my secrets
And you tell me yours
I hope you feel this, too
Or is it all in my head?
You are..You're my inspiration;You are..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're my desire;
You're my world;
Now and ever after,
You have my heart,
You fixed my wounds,
You put a smile on my face;
I will always need you;
life is a race;
we will last until the end,
forever and a day,
until time fades away.
BrokenThere's a broken girl that walks down my streetBroken5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A broken girl I think everyone should meet
Her hair is a mess and her jeans are all torn
And the books that she carries are ragged and worn
She never really smiles cause she's ashamed of her teeth
And no one knows what she sounds like because she doesn't speak
She hides her plain brown eyes behind goggle looking glasses
But no one really cares or looks as she passes
She stays invisible until someone needs a laugh
Then she becomes the victim of every bodies wrath
They laugh til they cry and they all point her way
And smile and smirk for the rest of the day
Til she goes home at night to her drunken step dad
But at lest he's better then the last one she had
At night she reads love stories and writes a few poems
Wondering what it would be like to get out of that home
She dreams the same dream every night when she sleeps
That people will realize beauty isn't only skin deep
But until that day comes, she repeats the same thing
Staying off the ra
tonight is tinnituspitch is darknesstonight is tinnitus6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
pitch is tone
pitch is why I can't be alone
my thoughts are crowded
my thoughts are drowned
my thoughts are squelched by this awful sound
my heart is angry
my heart is bled
my heart's the only constant while I lie in bed
and if I think I can slide by
boy am I sorely mistaken
this noise between my ears
makes even my poetry start fakin'!
Buzz WordsYou’re tinnitus.Buzz Words6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wake up and you’re in my ears.
You’re ringing alarm through to my crackling nerve endings in my cracking skin.
You’re making it hard to focus;
I shake my head
you’re buzzing til my skin prickles under the vibration of it.
you’re humming in my heartbeat,beat,beat-buzz
I shake my head, what?
Wait - you’re tinnitus
I can’t concentrate, you never leave me enough space to think!
My heads full of half-dead flies, collecting on the roof
of my mouth and humming down my throat
Brush Stroke Discoveriesthe sunset is not complete without tomorrow,Brush Stroke Discoveries5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the flight of the bird is not complete without another flutter, and another;
a massage is not complete without enduring repeat strokes
the knots in your heart and the songbrush of your hands repeat and repeat:
a much deserved catharsis.
Decaythe heat surrounds and engulfs meDecay6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I am wont to explore my own skin
soon i shall only be bones
or worse: ashes in the wind
In My MindI like to talk to my best friendsIn My Mind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whenever i'm feeling down.
A precious lick of happiness
From their sweet and lovely sound.
I cry the tears of melancholy
Upon their reliable shoulders
A kiss among my scars
As the night grows colder.
A feeling of pure pulchritude
As our friendship does prove true
Yes, i confide in my best friend
If only you could hear them, too.