Letter To Alice In Wonderland Letter To Alice In Wonderland
Hey, I think I have some explaining to do,
I know it's been a long time - hell, it's been years -
since the last time you wanted to look upon my face,
before it changed and became so cruel.
Hey, maybe you don't know yet, but
for all the good it did me, I really did love you,
and not for a second doubt that none was true,
for proof, go count my every cut.
And that's the reason I had to get out,
you were bad for me, driving me blind,
as I was fighting two addictions entwined,
that's the main reason, it's the main shout.
When he came around, I saw a ray of sunlight,
but you always made me ooze with gloom,
Between You and Me.Between You and Me.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never believed you,
I only wanted to.
Lying back to back
I was counting your breaths
to make sure your lack of
didn't leave you
Like a ghost
the fading memories of your touch
what I was trying to forget.
Oh, why did I give it up to you?
I know it's my fault.
My expectations were greater than
what you were willing to offer,
and I got scared.
I tried shutting you out,
to gather myself together
behind a shield of apathy,
but only ended up in
Your kiss never tasted as
as the last time
I made love to you...
Mid-Life Crisis"Mid-Life Crisis"Mid-Life Crisis2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything I am is a testament to my mediocre life.
I never felt a sense of pride and achievement
Because I smashed the few trophies I earned for fourth place.
Mister average is what I call myself; just standard issue.
I'm not talented at much nor did I start young.
I'm nothing special; honorable mention at best.
I don't blame my parents, my friends, or people I love.
I blame myself for never trying
Never pursuing more; never trying to be better than what I am
Never getting out there more; never taking risks.
I have so much unfulfilled potential.
Potential that I'll never know what could have been.
Perhaps I was scared of f
What I See"What I See"What I See1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In all these city streets
Where people look the same
The only one I see
Is the one that has your face
And all these city sounds
Where echoes ring in pain
The only sound I hear
Is the calling of your name
And all the leaves that change
On all these sturdy trees
Can never mean a thing
Unless you're here with glee
And all the roses bloom
And blossom in the night
For you I'd pick out one
And hold it in the light
And all the doves that fly
In all these lonely times
Are completely unaware
How much I raise you high
And where they go I know
Doesn't matter when
They are in their flight
Together they stay friends
And all the ones that
A letter to past loves.Dear Boy number 1,A letter to past loves.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you turned my world upside down,
changed green into red and smiles to tears.
Who would've thought that
your teasing and your games would
plant a fear into my bones, so strong that
I still cannot shake it?
Dear Boy number 2,
I don't think about you anymore
but I don't think about you any less, either.
Your love consumed me and
pushed me to the edge of insanity.
We were fire one second, ice the next,
battle wounds were inflicted just to get a taste of blood.
We were right in all the wrong ways, but to you,
holding another was second nature.
Dear Boy number 3,
you only ever touched me
in the dark alleys of to
Learning To Fly“Learning To Fly”Learning To Fly1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deep within a forest's workings
Lay creatures of the night slowly lurking
And nestled within branches of the trees
Lies little birds grouped in threes
Though so young to their mothers' delight
They decided their birds are ready for flight
But not every bird is geared to leave the nest
In fact many of the birds cry in protest
Meanwhile gathered together on the ground below
Are vicious animals lurking to and fro
Ready to devour the ones who fail
To successfully take to the skies and sail
No sooner do the birds begin to fly
Do many of the birds' flights turn awry
Crashing into every obstacle on their route
This Old Soul"This Old Soul"This Old Soul2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This old soul is an empty canvas in need of color
It's pale infrastructure lacks confidence and code
The barren wasteland that's inside my body
Is no different than that lonely road
You know, the one that nobody takes
The one that's covered with potholes and snakes
The road that leads to nowhere fast
Is where I find myself currently at
This old soul is a dark, empty cavern
That is uncharted on every map
While trying to locate myself
I fell into my horrid trap
If you were to try to examine it still
I can't be responsible for what you find
Like the images of crashing cars
I'd lose my grip or lose my mind
This old soul is th
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about lifelines
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
Hold On"Hold On"Hold On2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come on, kid
Please don't disappear
We have a better place for you
That's far away from here
You have to get better
We always wanted a son
Let the medicine run it's course
This battle is not yet won
I know you're not breathing
The doctors told me why
They told me you're not leaving
And maybe you could die
There are plenty who love you
Waiting at our home
Mommy fixed your crib
This bed is not a throne
This is the third time I've been
In a hospital this year
The others didn't go well
I lost many who were dear
I ran away to find myself
Because I was once lost
I needed to see what was important
Paths were so criss-crossed
Collection of poetic nothings.We were opal Tuesdays,Collection of poetic nothings.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
tattooed into the
rose garden curve
of my vertebrae,
gliding me through this wild youth.
But, like Icarus—
I was a sky conqueror
& these silk wings
touched the sun.
My inhalations are heavy,
like the earth he bruises
beneath his fingertips
as I chase silence.
"You've got a tongue
made for words." He says
against the arrogant thorns
of my briar spine.
"Learn to love yourself."
How do I say I love you
without saying I love you?
"I want to replace my heart with you."
You are spider silk woven
into my harvest moon
limbs traveling this road map
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp:fly.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
these wildfires raging in our retinas
& the sins we wear like demonic similes
on our tongues- they are not enough.
& i am so fucking sorry of saying i'm sorry.
but, tell me,
what is a young poet(ess) to do
with veins made of kite strings?
Morning Light“Morning Light”Morning Light3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
These hills that I’ve traversed
Within each and every verse
Have led me to believe
In all the things I see
And where I am right now
I could never imagine how
I have gotten myself to stand
On my own two feet again
I thought I could never dream
Or at least in what I mean
Or maybe this is fake
And these thoughts I can not shake
So sad and unaware
Bad thoughts are always there
Floating in my head
Taunting me instead
I don’t want to be naļve
And believe in what I see
But this thing called pressure
Is more than I can measure
Anxiety never disappears
Even though the ones I fear
Have finally gone away
Clowns"Clowns"Clowns3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There was one time when I was a kid
I hid in the circus at the age of six
Because all I remember is him following me around
A creepy clown with an upside-down frown
To say the least; this clown was not funny
It's more amusing watching bees make honey
With his stupid flower; he squirted my eyes
He made a little boy sad; oh God why?
With his big shoes; he invaded my bubble
I swear this clown was nothing but trouble
He failed at making those animal balloons
He wrapped himself up; what a buffoon!
Watching him juggle was really a bore
He dropped all the balls right on the floor
Then on his unicycle he kept spinning around
Devil's Eyes"Devil's Eyes"Devil's Eyes2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With all the pleasures you seek
Like ivory skin and golden bones
Send the devil back to hell
We don't want him in our homes
All the things you take for granted
As he watches from across the plain
Tempting you to take advantage
Please make this feeling go away
There's passions we can not see
Lust, Greed, Desire, Hate
That slowly manifests in us
That are sometimes hard to shake
He could be sleeping in your bed
Whispering evil in your ear
Completely filling your head
With all the things you fear
And the more you let him enter
Your frail and fragile lives
The more he starts to mentor
And dictate as he hides
Deep within the ca
Hall Of Mirrors"Hall Of Mirrors"Hall Of Mirrors2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was once thrown into a hall of mirrors
Surrounding me on every side
I was forced to look deep into my soul
For I had not a place to hide
Every mirror reflected someone different
Some versions were fat or thin
Each version had different color eyes
But none revealed the person within
Some versions were short or tall
Some had me in a tie and suit
Some had me in a summertime shirt
But none revealed the person I knew
Every mirror showed different contrast
And different objects floating in space
Some reflections were lighter than others
But none helped reflect my own face
So finally down on hands and knees
I asked desperat
Curtain Call“Curtain Call”Curtain Call2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a corner of a block lies a theater with a stage
For twenty dollars audiences sit like mice in a cage
Watching actors personify characters they are not
Understanding metaphors and subtle nuisances in plots
Except for this play the actors have vanished
Craving an encore the audience is famished
The actors have taken leave; the director walked out the door
The orchestra section is empty for they will play no more
There is no phantom; there is no opera
The sopranos can not sing; the tenors concur
The scripts are ripped, the actors have no direction
The villains have quit for they lack motivation
Johnny Boy"Johnny Boy"Johnny Boy2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Little Johnny sits on his wooden doorstep everyday isolated
Never having a girlfriend nor any friends left him frustrated
Johnny was a proper person, but unfortunately mocked at school
For reasons kids can't comprehend because kids can be cruel
Little Johnny's now on his doorstep weeping alone; he has nobody
He takes a sip from his Kool Aid and cries to himself; he's so lonely
It's not his fault he wears glasses and acquires good grades
But he's never been to a sporting event nor ever stayed up late
This pattern happens everyday as the kids push him around
Some days are worse than others; like the time he kissed the ground
Rain, Rain Go Away"Rain, Rain Go Away"Rain, Rain Go Away1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sun set as she walked away that day
And it rained and rained for days to come
He became used to gazing at skies of grey
But man oh man he sure did miss that sun
Day by day his light began to fade
As he thought "Dear God, what have I done?"
His own tears would mix with the rain
Because God Almighty he missed that sun
Meanwhile water continued to shower
Throughout this lonesome phase
Even droopy were those flowers
From the bouquet he made last May
He tried to cover his wounds
By changing on random nights
But the answer he already knew
No intensity would ever match that light
Everywhere he went, clouds followed alon
Words for the Young BloodsWords for the Young Bloods:Words for the Young Bloods1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
To all my ninjas sittin' low on the street side,
I want you all to raise your head with pride.
Because I'm callin' out, for the youth to come together
And get those big wigs off the fuckin' power ladder.
You ready? Because we're going at it hard:
See I'm the kind of guy that they're all playin' with
A systematic crisis workin' in the way we live.
The big shots still sittin' and they growin' fat.
With young bloods starvin' just to get their life on track.
We take psychometric tests and make a passing grade,
But ain't no job cause the corporate head is gettin' paid.
And when they screwin' with the money, they ain
I am trying to be honest,but I write so fucking floweryI am trying to be honest,4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it makes me sick,
rose scented stars & love.
Her: helpless as a lamb,
I want raw, aching
bone against bone
exploring the exposed, naked
poetry of her universe-
( warm, celestial hands
forging sandcastle ribs. )
Southern earth beneath her feet,
wanderlust burned like Apollo's touch
into her spinal cord, please awaken
the empty space between her skin
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
Depression like lipstick stainsOn some days,Depression like lipstick stains6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are the angel dust
settled in my bones
keeping these December limbs
& Sunday-morning-coffee eyes
But, other days-
other days, I don't know
what to do
with your tornado kisses,
rage teeth that bite
& tear at my poetic insanity.
With these miles and miles
of bodies & hollow space
between our magnetic hearts-
How is it that these light-year pulses
still beat in sync?
Lost, Little Boy“Lost, Little Boy”Lost, Little Boy3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There exists a dazzling forest with glistening
Water flowing down the hill with listening
Ears as if to appear sound and protected
But I know the truth of which none have detected
These waterfalls are a collection of tears
That fall from the eyes over the years
And never dry out but always throughout
Sprinkle the flowers that strengthen and sprout
But this thick air has become too vague to see
Or to breathe or drive through these wounded trees
In which the bark in the dark without a doubt
Grows in arcs and sparks curiosity without
Any idea where to fathom or begin
To search for the missing child buried with
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover,5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just