Momma Said 'Stop Being Gay'Momma said "stop being gay,"Momma Said 'Stop Being Gay'4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As night, to morning, faded;
Its beauty was not made to stay,
But hoary grew, and jaded.
I watched as day, with fractured light,
My every fear, rekindled,
And passion fell away to plight,
And hope but further dwindled.
Momma said "stop being gay,"
With hatred, and distress:
My tender love where sin held sway...
"Impure, and meaningless."
Within my heart and soul, I lived,
For all else had bereft me,
And nothing more could be perceived
Than how her words had left me.
Momma said "stop being gay."
For years, I never fought her,
But silently, and hopeless, lay,
The Lord's forgotten daughter.
I've sacrificed a waking dream:
My truest love, to merit
A heaven, and, in death, to seem
Not evil, but imperfect.
You AreI am settled. My heartbeatYou Are4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is in my fingertips.
I take a deep breath,
the air is sweet, and
stifles the taste
Look at me again.
You are a closed
door, and I've tried every
key I could find.
How do you live like that?
I am trying to keep
within my eyes, but they
My NightmareMy Nightmare12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is half past twelve
And I'm tossing in bed
I think I hear you
But that is all in my head
This is the third night this week
I toss and wake to my screams
In my nightmares you live
When once you were part of my dreams
I grip my pillows tight
And cry out so many tears
But if I close my eyes again
The blackness returns me to my fears
In my dreams
I can see the pain
As death took you from me
I relive that dreadful hour
And this is what I see
There I am
Holding you in my arms
And giving you a tender kiss
When from behind
A monster with a knife
Stole my love and bliss
He stabbed you deep in the back
With a knife as dark as his eyes
And falling to your knees
My heart broke
And life lost all her ties
I try to comfort you
In my arms
Tell you everything will be okay
But that monster laughs
And kicks me in the face
Before running away
I crawl to crouch over your body
Holding you tight to my chest
You try to speak
But the blood trickles
Down your mouth
LongingI want the Renaissance of LoveLonging3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the Age of Aquarius promised us.
I want to understand humanity
and ask you to take my hand when needed.
I want your hand
when I may desire the same.
I want prejudice to die
on the Altar of Compassion
while we walk arm-in-arm
without inhibition or shame,
a Love-In of not just tolerance,
but real acceptance.
My deepest desire is the reawakening
I want to end my vanity
to see what really matters.
I want a mature mind
with a young outlook.
I want to awaken refreshed each day,
and rest reassured each night.
I want to find myself by looking inward
rather than search the world in vain.
I want to accept responsibility and blame
if that’s what it takes to live honestly.
I want a revival of Love
we have all awaited for so long.
I want justice
for its own sake.
I want elections that give
a choice of politicians who will
“reach across the isle,”
instead of ridicule and polarize.
I want America to find its backbone
to stand against brutality
To Never ReturnTo Never Return12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Never Return
He was my immortal love.
Eternal light fed his veins,
And he gave himself to my fangs.
For that he was a tortured angel.
Like a plague who has found it's prey,
My craving could not be quenched,
For I was a vampire captivated,
Undead, yet dying in his arms.
I drank deeply of his soul,
Devouring his flesh,
I drew him deeper into my abyss.
And with every bite, his light withered.
And with me, his wings delved deeper.
And the more I consumed,
The more we were torn asunder.
We were both lost.
I was to die.
He was to never return…
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Laws of Marching Band#1: What ever happens in Band camp, stays in band campLaws of Marching Band6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
#2: Water is your friend
#3: The sun is not your friend
#4: Drill charts are not sweat rags
#5: Tubas (and guard) have the right of way
#6: Watch out for falling objects
#7: GET IN THE PICTURE!
#8: Toes up!
#9: Never piss off a piccolo player who is holding a piccolo
#10: Don't piss off the people with the longest reach (poles are a whole lot cheaper than instruments)
#11: The band director is always right
#12: The drum majors are never wrong (Unless in conflict with rule #11)
#13: The trumpet is sacred. Fear the Trumpet
#14: If you can't understand the drum line, don't worry, not many people can.
#15: Ridiculous uniforms are always in fashion
#16: BIGGER IS BETTER!
#17: Don't feed the sousaphones
#18: Flip-flops are the enemy. Never associate with the enemy
#19: Don't be horny! Be saxy!
#20: It's our field! We just let the football team use it.
Nine years ago they asked us,Nine years ago they asked us;Nine years ago they asked us,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
oh how young we were back then.
They asked us where we saw ourselves
ten years from that day's end.
I paused and thought of who I was
and who I wanted to be
and while the others made grand plans
I thought "It'd be nice to be happy.."
To wake each morning smiling
at the rising of the sun
to never have to shed a tear
or see the pain of anyone.
I never thought I asked for much
until life dealt a crooked hand
years in the hourglass flew by
like grains of falling sand.
I tried to make
my world a better place
not just for me
but for all who saw my face.
I stretched myself
thin as I could
helping those I met
when none other would.
Until I sit
where I do today.
With all I know,
so far away.
nine years ago.
Nine winters worth
of fallen snow.
Nine years ago, they said to me
"we want to be rich, successful, free,
employed, in college, or a university"
Now I sit here
living their dreams
while my own tear
at my sanity's seams.
My wishes, hopes, are unful
Scary Monster aNd Nice Spirite EnglishScary Monster aNd Nice Spirite English3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scary Monster and Nice Spirite
We all at some time feel it … this feeling, this sensation, this adrenaline. When we are in danger it is when more it appears and is what it gives us the force to go out of difficulty, all … WE ALL in this world have it, some of them do not develop it, others if, others simply see it as a curse … as I pass to my 3 years ago …
SMn´NS chapter 0
I was in the habit of being a normal girl, any world was saying that it was like an angel … (A nice spirite), was happy nice, sweet, had very good qualifications. My only friend (with the one that had more confidence) to the one that was telling him everything he was Jeff a boy of the same stature blond hair gray eyes, I was a girl of medium stature, chestnut-colored too clear hair, eyes color white honey, teas, many people were saying that my eyes seemed of crystal, that they were so pure, that
CryingEverywhere I go I see her faceCrying3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never got to touch her soft skin
Tell me how can I mourn the ending
When we were yet to even begin
And please don't you tell me to move on
You really think that I'm not trying?
In truth all that I want right now
Is to get through a day without crying
Throbbing ScarThrobbing Scar12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kindred spirits kindle candle-lit moments caressing confessions of love
But battered fools beckon for better bestowals before falling…
Victims to vicarious vanities.
Yet my soul now suffers
Suspended in sacrificial soliloquy
Since your seductive serenades stopped.
Its been too long…
Now my mind is like a fettered web
With vanished thoughts wrapped in your empty bed…
And my body is a poisoned ocean
With bruised flesh spoiled by your toxic love potion.
See, for my heart is a throbbing scar
With bloody stitches torn by your probing fingers from afar.
My lips are parched black roses
With blistered thorns protruding like your treacherous horns…
And now my eyes are like shattered stars
With shards of pearl light lost in the fires of your callous words.
I confess I cannot go on
I carelessly collided into cupid's arrow
Now your cancerous love has corroded my copious world.
Could God but cut me gracefully that I may never see you again?
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
My dreams lay shattered, brokeMy dreams lay shattered, brokenMy dreams lay shattered, broke3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in pieces at my feet.
the world around me lifeless,
all joy lost in a flash
no place to go, no kindness
just silent, whirling ash.
My dreams have finally crumbled
the path before me bleak.
I kneel before death, humbled
hardly able to speak
he stands before me silent
an eyeless, breathless god.
he raises his scythe skyward
and plants it in the ground
I stare at him in wonder
he utters not a sound
his hollow hand extended
shrouds waving in the breeze
he gives me one last gift.
A chance at life, one final gasp
before an eternal sleep.
PhoenixPhoenix12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The phoenix is my symbol
It is my sign
For it is my strength
My souls twine
For I am the phoenix
I am the fire
Death and rebirth
In me is one pyre
In flame immortal
My soul consumes
The universal power
Through which life blooms
For I am a god
I am life
My glory be crowned
Naught rage I with strife
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
AloneAlone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sits alone, over there in the dark corner.
The walls painted black, the floor covered in blood.
Tears running down her cheek, her hair covers the deep wounds.
She aims the knife against her throat; "the one deeply wounded
shall not continue his journey in pain, but rather live forever in paradise".
How It All Ends UpThe girl you were once friends with left you.How It All Ends Up5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The nerd you grew up with became popular.
The guys that talked to you now talk to your former friend.
The bully that picks on you used to be a nerd you grew up with.
This girl who seemed unbreakable,
The guy who seemed strong,
The girl that always laughed,
The guy that never stopped trying,
Finally gave up.
You left the girl you were once friends with.
You were a nerd who became popular.
The guys that talked to your former friend now talk to you.
You pick on the nerd you grew up with.
And you broke. And crumbled. And cried. Always gave up on the impossible things.
The past became the present which became your future.
What happens in the past will affect your future and what happens in the future with affect your past.
This is how it all ends up.
How it all ended up for a simply nerdy, girl who lived in a quiet neighborhood with her friend.
A Voice In The WindA Voice In The Wind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Voice In The Wind
I can only think of how much I miss you
The fragments of my shell scatter
The smiling dreams of you rupture
On the inside, I know it's wrong
That I still cling onto you as I fail to carry on
I try and search for where my passion belongs
I can only remember how much I loved you
Tribulations welcome singularity
Upon the footholds of my diverse insecurities
I still whisper apologies to try and feel a difference
Because I can't take any more of this sleepless conscience
And I don't know which one of us is the one who is unforgiven
I will always be the arms of the storm
Trying to rebuild what was most dear to me
I don't even have the luxury to mourn
For the person that tried to hold me when I needed to be
Wincing at the random flashes of lightning
They temporarily distract me from our memories
This weakened state of mind isn't worth enduring
The harsh sting of freezing rain-
Sends staggering chills all over
The waves of r
Dear My Guardian AngelDear My Guardian Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear My Guardian Angel
I was born with an invisible noose, and as I got older it got tighter
I kept looking for the perfect opportunity to drop, it's either now or never
Dear Heaven / Dear Hell / I am my own executioner!
Every night, I lay awake, starring down a loaded barrel of a gun
Aimed at my tempting skull, and the trigger is ready to go off
Dear God / Dear Lucifer / I am not that promising child I once was!
I've always stood on the edge of my life with adrenaline-fueled anxiety
That corruption coursed through, and took over, it's too late already
Dear Paradise / Dear Purgatory / You need to wait a little longer, and wait patiently!
I'm such a cowardice fool; sick and hysterical; I can't decide anything for myself
I'm abandoned; I'm a cast away; I am the last forsaken, and I no longer have a way out
Dear Friends / Dear Enemies / I'm sorry, but neither of you can help!
I tried everything in my power to change, but t
You and MeYou came closer,You and Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eye to eye.
You held my face,
Flesh to flesh.
You pulled me near,
Heart to heart.
You kissed me,
Lips to lips.
You love me,
Me and you.
Define: LoveLove is a beautiful thingDefine: Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a painful thing
A happy thing
A sad thing
With the wrong person
It could even be a
Love is what keeps us together
Or what tears us apart
Or simply is just there
Part of our lives
What we think about
Before we go to bed
What we dream about
When we are asleep
What consumes us
When we are alone
Or when we are together
Good or bad
Happy or sad
Dreams or reality
It is part of our lives
It is love
I'm a PoetI'm a poet.I'm a Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.
Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters
I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent
I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist
I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due
I am an artist,
but I don't always get treated as such
Golden Ink and Going BackI thought I was in love with that four-year old red-haired boyGolden Ink and Going Back3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Shining in a silver knight costume with a black dragon sewn on
Because I was in the pink Sleeping Beauty Dress
I was a good Belle, too
(Back when I hadn't picked up a book
Except for the blue one with the golden pages
Brimming with witches and fairies and magic)
I wanted to be a princess, back then
They were the ones who always found love, at the end
I wanted to be Wendy, too
Because she wore a blue nightgown and learned to fly
Now, I'd rather be Peter Pan, honestly
Because he managed to swerve this whole ordeal of growing up
(And maybe a little because of the flying)
Now, I just want to go back
Back when the only kissing I thought about
Was in The Princess and the Frog
And the only houses I had to be weary of
Were houses made of candy
Back when the only disappointment
Was when my parents were too tired to read me a bedtime story
Or when I found out that the real Little Mermaid
Dies by Hans Christian Andersen's hand
My CrushWhere you just staring at me?My Crush8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just the thought makes me jittery.
Do you feel my heart beat,
when I hug you and our chests meet?
I've hugged you only once or twice,
but in your arms, it just felt so nice.
You're like a song forever stuck in my head,
when I should be thinking or other things you're there instead.
I can't stop reading you,
you're my favorite book.
I can't stand not to look.
At how you smile, and how you stand.
Someone pull me onto dry land.
Cause I'm swimming in my love for you.
we barely talk, this is true.
Since you live in your popular world,
with your tons of girls,
none of which are me.
It seems hopeless, but that doesn't stop me.
Maybe one day we'll end up together, then they will see.
I used to think you'd never like me, but I was surprised.
Every so often I look at you, and then I see your eyes.
looking at.. me.
It doesn't seem possible, more like a dream.
but maybe you liking me is more possible than it seems.
Whenever I'm around you,
I don't want to say anything