Just a Dream. Please.I feel...Just a Dream. Please.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that this is a dream.
None of it's real.
Nothing's what it seems.
But sometimes I wake
with a gasp and a start.
Like being thrown in a lake,
the cold waking my heart.
And I look up in fear
at what I've done.
It's bringing me to tear,
this monster I've become.
The things I've said,
the people I've hurt.
I wish I were dead,
Six feet in the dirt.
This can't be real.
I won't let it be.
I don't want to feel.
I don't want to be me.
So I slip back into dreams,
where everything's okay.
Nothing's as it seems,
but I get through the day.
I have nothing to writeI have nothing to write,I have nothing to write2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothing to share.
I am lost for inspiration,
and I don't even care.
So what if I don't write?
It's not like it's good.
So what if I don't draw?
It's not like I ever could.
I don't need to create.
It's all pointless in the end.
I thought I loved my pen and brush,
but they're just false friends.
Love of DeathThese aren't nightmares, they're worse than nightmares. They're these terrors. And it feels as if somebody was choking me.Love of Death2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
These aren't nightmares, they're worse than nightmares. They're these terrors. And it feels as if somebody was choking me.
These aren't nightmares, they're worse than nightmares. They're these terrors.
They're these terrors.
Sometimes you wake up in a cold sweat. Sometimes you see flames. You see people that you love dying, dying horrible, gruesome deaths. You see people that you hate outliving you. You can't sleep. For long, anyways.
Another night. Morning rose.
Smiles haunt you. Joy forgets you. Happiness skips you. Ghosts, they avoid you. At the end of the world, before falling, the last thing you see is the body of your most cherished one floating by. They are dead. And so are you.
Another night. After day.
You lie in wait for sleep to come. Sleep never comes. You have these terrors. They aren't nightmares, they'
Shallow BreathsShallow breaths in the darkShallow Breaths2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a sad summers night
Just a slow shooting star
Always trying to fly
Taking leaps into hope
That the future might change
To get caught by the ropes
That will rot into chains
Always thinking you're free
It's your life and your way
At the end of the lead
Being pulled on by fate
You're just playing along
To the game they all know
With a song that's been sung
And a seed that's been sown
NormalWhat is normality?Normal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For others to accept you?
To blend with the crowd?
To stay insignificant?
As you descend deeper into the cracks of tolerable society.
Will you feel the smallest ping of regret?
The softest voices shouting at you,
Blaming you for sending others to the same fate.
It was not you to blame.
It was the first.
The one who found all predetermined society at times beginning was a mistake.
And chose to stand against it.
As did others.
Before the world.
Is humanity existent anymore?
Will we still break free of the oppression?
Or have we become drones?
Destined to follow commands of the higher class with no retort.
The unorthodox, the defiant, the rebellious, the infidels, the stingless puppets.
Let them all be known.
Like broken piano keys, or snuffed flame.
We do not need them.
They are a fact of life.
That is until they interrupt the usual musicality accustomed,
Or create a resilient flame.
Only then do you acknowledge them.
Turning a spec into a menace.
As you ha
The End.Standing on the edge of reality and dreams,The End.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Letting the world pass by, over me, around me, through me.
Sliding off like water, like rain, like tears.
Grazing my skin, then falling off, leaving me alone, in emptiness and silence.
Little drops, cast off into oblivion, splattered on the ground, impossible to recover.
No regret for their demise. No desire to go back.
I let everything go.
I will cry myself empty, until nothing is left.
I will sleep past doomsday. I will not rise with the dead.
Not until everything has passed completely away.
Not until I can open my eyes and stare into nothingness.
Pure, peaceful, nothingness.
Not until I can walk forever in void.
Pure, empty void.
Then, finally, I can leave reality behind completely.
I can fall over the edge.
With one final scream, one final burst of violence,
One final explosion of being,
I will cast myself down and let myself break.
I will lie there, so still and so alone,
Until I fade into the void that surrounds me.
PoetryTrue meaning lies in wordPoetry2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As true strength lies in the pen
True meaning never falters
A strength rare among men
Muscle will not fix your errors
It will only delay their worth
But pen and the words it brings
Will warm you like a hearth
Words of true meaning will help
Problems soon to be fixed
Words we will always remember
An ever-burning wick
Saltwater Burnsmend your brittleSaltwater Burns1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
poet fingers &
nurse your static head
cherry lips &
blue, blue fingernails
[girls like you are
We are the broken ones.kiss my scars tonight,We are the broken ones.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will dream in your arms
of stars shining bright
Because the world is in flames around us
Flames as bright and blinding as the sun
The world is in storms around us
Those storms are deafening and loud while we run
Don't you believe me
Won't you believe me
Let us be brave and
Cry our tears away
These aren't lies,
They are battle cries,
We will make it through
I will see you through
The sadness, through the pain
We are the broken ones. We are the torn.
We are the homesick ones, we are the worn.
Tell me you'll love me when the sun turns blue,
Tell me you'll love me like the garden spruce,
We are the broken ones, we are the shattered
We are the warriors, bloody and battered
Tell me you'll love me when the oceans are dry
Tell me you'll love me when I can't even cry
We are the broken ones.
We will make it through.
Your Light, My FearThe walls are starting to cave.Your Light, My Fear2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I can't find the will to pretend.
I don't want to be your slave.
I just want this to end.
I can't take the fear,
the uncertainty of not knowing.
Can't you see, dear?
My strength is slowly going.
Are you there for me?
Will you catch me when I fall?
Because you don't seem to see.
You don't answer my call.
Am I a fool to believe?
Is this all just a lie?
Are you just waiting to leave?
Don't care if I die.
I wish I could run,
but i can't find the will.
I pick up the gun,
but find little urge to kill.
So I'll stay here,
no need to fight.
Ignore my fear,
focus on your light.
Litmus Paperwe areLitmus Paper1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
cobwebbed & sinking
between piano strings
you keep your skeletons
rotting in the backyard
instead of your closet--
You Made It All BetterI never knew what I wantedYou Made It All Better2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Until I found it with you
I spent half my life haunted
By the Worlds clouded views
As my grip became weaker
And what I saw slipped away
You came into the picture
And you altered and changed
You changed all that I saw
And you made it all bright
You made it all better
From their black and their white
You altered my living
And you made me okay
And you never stopped giving
Helping me through the haze
Never saw this all coming
Right in front of my face
Then you just let the sun in
And took me from that place
Because I'd gotten caught
And I'd gotten so low
In a town without thought
That was never my home
You changed all that I felt
And you made it all right
You made it all better
From their fear and their fright
You altered my living
And you made me okay
And you never stopped giving
Helping me through the haze
And now I hold your hand
And I feel it's all mine
As we walk through the sand
In the passing of time
You made it all better
You made it all bright
Wish For A Better LifeYou talk for hoursWish For A Better Life3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
About pointless droll
About someone's new boyfriend
And that new shopping mall
You think about books
You hold them with pride
You think about characters
Wishing you had their lives.
You listen to music
To drown out the sorrow
You sit there and wish
For a better tomorrow
You love to travel
But never find what you need
Not a place in the world
You feel you'd succeed
You'll never have roots
And you'll never know why
Until you finally know
You would never have a tie
You were hurt when you were young
You were hurt then real bad
And you don't know what's wrong
Don't know why you're mad
So you just keep moving
To place after palace
Keeping an arm's length
Between anyone's base
You don't think you want home
You don't think you want fame
You just want to be left
Left out in the rain
As We Slowly BurnI pull her close till our bodies entwine,As We Slowly Burn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a morbid prelude to our demise,
we dance until this world stops turning,
we waltz along the bridges we're responsible for burning,
hand in hand,
side by side,
we'll slide along the shattered souls that become our dance floor,
downtrodden and broken they lie before us,
and so we begin our final dance,
surrounded by the burning ash of the lives we led,
the lights of judgement begin to burn so bright,
they fall upon us casting twisted silhouettes of who we once were,
as fire begins to consume her dress,
i hold her ever more tightly as the flames tear apart our flesh,
it's here we suffer for our sins,
as we slowly dance our way to oblivion.....
I Am No FoolI am no foolI Am No Fool2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I do not follow blindly.
It is my moral rule
To reward uniquity kindly.
I am not a sheep
I have my own bad habits.
From the mainstream I leap
Like a little outcast rabbit.
But this rabbit is no fool
I like to think I'm an individual
I am a dull rock among jewels
But my quality to theirs is residual.
Silent BoyThere once was a child,Silent Boy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who never spoke a word.
He never changed his face,
Never cried when he got hurt.
Those dearest to him stood away,
They didn't know what to do.
And since they treated him in silence,
Silence became the only thing he knew.
As the years passed and he grew
He still remained the same,
Never speaking to anyone
And for that, no one ever came.
He was always picked on,
Someone always had something to say;
Either 'you are dead inside',
Or 'your life is wasted away'.
Through all the insults, the words,
The bruises, and the pain,
He tolerated it all, turned away,
He remained silent, he never changed.
His life kept getting worse.
He was no longer shown love,
He was just another silent boy
Who only deserved another shove.
No one ever showed sympathy.
No one saw that he was torn.
No one ever saw him as a person.
To them, he wasn't even born.
But he did learn how to feel,
The dormant feelings finally awoke.
The agony he felt towards their words,
The pain from the hits and words
House of MirrorsThey say I spinHouse of Mirrors2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a web of lies,
but webs are for spiders.
They catch their flies.
No, my lies are mirrors,
each a different reflection.
They fill up my house,
my sinful collection.
Sometimes I get lost.
There's so much confusion.
Which ones are real?
Which are illusions?
I try to back track,
but the mirrors turn me around.
I cry out for help,
but the mirrors block the sound.
I give up.
Hang another mirror.
In this one I'm cruel and cold
on the exterior.
How many reflections
will I become?
Which one is real?
Where have I gone?
Frameworkshe tried to realignFramework2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her spine with vinylbenzene
like she could be a plaster girl &
elegant & automated despite her
she fashioned butterfly wings
out of worn newspaper &
donned plastic tiaras,
bit her silvery split
fingernails & told you,
threadbare girls don't shatter, love,
(they just disentangle).
a coward.silly little girl.a coward.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she broke her own heart trying not to love him.
Saturday NightI don't know where I amSaturday Night2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the music is too loud
There are far too many strangers
In this drunk mess of a crowd
Anywhere I look
There is some strange guy giving strange looks
And my head is spinning round
As if it's nowhere to be found
But it's Saturday night and everyone's here
Drinking pints of foul tasting beer
Because we need this to have fun
Because right now we have no fear
So drink away the worries
And don't care about the money
Get it down, we're in a hurry
To lose control
We're far too intoxicated
To care what they think
So let's talk a bit more loudly
And go buy another drink
We say it's only for tonight
But we know that's a lie
But I won't tell if you won't
Let's pretend that we're alright
I see the classy girl from my year
Puking up her dignity
And the guy that everyone likes
All these people aren't so pretty
When the alcohol kicks in
So why do we let this happen?
What a strange world we live in
neptune gave him his eyes.You gave me all you had but i amneptune gave him his eyes.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
ten times more broken than ever before.
people will tell me to move on and get a life
but i don't know how to do that without
mother told me never to fall in love with a
boy with the eyes of neptune,
but i couldn't help but kiss the saltwater tears away from his
the fates wouldn't be cruel as to take you away
i think i was meant to love you forever [would they?]
remember, 9 years old my daddy died
And you held me in the pouring rain.
oh the battles we fought together [i took that knife for you]
and you ran, ran, never let me go
but then they took you away and left me with
butterflies of shadows erupting from my bloody chest that
used to hold your heartbeat
i wish i wish
gods do you remember
me staring at your broken body
and you staring at my broken heart
don't go don't go
but it's all over now.
i found a place to call home in the warmth of your arms,
in the happiness in your laugh
BrighterSing to the darkness of the night skyBrighter2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
in hopes that the stars
will shine brighter
of trees and poets.she is death and he is life but i, amof trees and poets.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
somewhere in between.
Mother says I have a poet's heart and Father tells me that I have a swimmer's physique
but I feel
that only poets understand poetry, swimmers were not meant to have a weight of
more than 111 pounds, and irony is bitterly
I had always thought that class clowns weren't meant to be poets,
but yesterday a boy said
That he loved the pages in the science books that smelled like
you told me that there is shelter under the youngest of redwood saplings,
beauty in he most rugged of olive trees,and
That there was a time when the world was blue and green
but maybe that was a lie. my beloved books have betrayed me for
factory smoke and lung cancer.
i used to believe that boys with the names of heroes were
worth more than bloody stubs
of what-used-to-be-wings and tailbones, but
maybe I just won't be your evergreen.
2. complicatedfrom copper wires2. complicated2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we are twisted pinkies and
empty passageways of
stained glass and weighed-down bricks
and spring glory and summer windows
we are deserts
bound by the gravity of your galaxy eyes
we are beautiful
we are silent
and laughter will be joyful when we
see our reflections blended in the pond with duckweed and clear blue blood
we are parted lips of salted ocean breezes
and treacherous as one
but nothing without the other