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,
I longed for his touches, to escape my doom,
it's not your fault, it was love at first sight.
He was unreachable, you no longer my muse,
he a shiny new toy, when I knew just how you tick,
and I started building up my walls, brick by icy brick,
shutting you out, lighting a new love fuse.
Don't misunderstand, you did nothing wrong,
it was the wrong place, wron
Between You and Me.I never believed you,Between You and Me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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...
A letter to past loves.Dear Boy number 1,A letter to past loves.2 years 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 town,
out of sight, but you were never
out of my mind.
Your kisses were new and sloppy,
and your hands left bruises
on my chilled skin.
My friends said you were bad for me, but
I fell in love with your eyes of coal.
Dear Boy number 4,
you are just great. And that's the thing.
You are everything I could wish for, but
I want someone to
Throw It AwayStop!Throw It Away2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Put the blade down
Don't you think it's time for something new?
A new attitude, a new way of dealing with
The things they put you through
A new way to survive
A new way to pull you through
You may not see it now
But if you hold on
It always gets better somehow
So throw your self-destructive tool
Away and join the fight
We'll show those in pain
That there's always a light
And I know you think that no one's there
And I know you think that no one cares
But the things they said, they're not true
They're only trying to hurt you
If you go through with this
It'll only get worse
So just throw it away
So just throw the guilt away
All the anger, all the pain
All the fear and all the shame
Just throw it all away
On the edge
There's a girl stood looking down
And she's so far up
She can see the whole town
Little did she know
The very next day
They'd take back all the things they say
But now she'll never find out
Wait it out
Just wait and see
It will get better for b
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
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.
The Girl with the Glass HeartHe pitied the girl with the glass heartThe Girl with the Glass Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for she was not made of stone like him.
He thought, “her poor, battered heart must be so broken
that its shards cut her from within.
She must wish she was not so fragile,
that she was unbreakable like me.”
Then one day she said to him,
“my love, how I wish you were free.
I pity you and your marble heart,
carved of the hardest stone,
So unmovable by anything—
you must be so alone.”
Shocked, he argued, “but you must feel such pain
in that frail, little heart,
and I know nothing of sorrow
for I have remained apart.”
Eyes and voice soft, she persisted,
Stubborn and silent, he listened:
“I know your black, granite heart is beating,
but I realize you just survive;
a statue standing still so long
can’t know what it means to be alive.
You pity me for my
Distant Memories Of A Love Done Gone .They say it's difficult to love someoneDistant Memories Of A Love Done Gone .2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you can't even love yourself.
But I loved you nonetheless,
The problem was I didn't know when to stop.
You kept sending me mixed signs
Making me dizzy until I
Much less right
When our world started crumbling down and
T e a r i n g at the seams
It was so easy for you to let it fall apart.
But I, knowing no other kind of love,
desperately clung to the remaining bits,
Trying to put them back together.
Yet the pieces changed too much, too quickly,
They kept growing and
growing a p a r t,
until your world was only yours
and mine a hollow echo of its past.
Looking back now, it seems like it
All happened in a different life,
With some other you, some other me,
And the lips kissing my own were just a dream.
Love just for one nightBaby, I slowly whisperLove just for one night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My lover of this night
My body shivers
And I know exactly why
You drive me crazy
But it feels perfectly fine
Candles are burning
And so am I
I feel you closely
Easily losing my mind
You're moving so slowly
Making me go wild
Baby, I'm pleading
Gently kissing your lips
Whatever I'm feeling
I want more of this
I want you to be mine
Even if just for tonight
Naked desire of mine
Burning flesh of yours
Heart instead of mind
Gain instead of loss
It feels good to love
It feels right in the core
I might have just sold my soul
But it was worth it after all
alcohol fumes and broken hearts .Kids stumbling through the crowd,alcohol fumes and broken hearts .3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
their veins filled with so much wine
evaporating through their skin.
Sharing sloppy kisses,
searching for meaning in the embraces of strangers.
I light myself another cigarette -
the only thing I'm kissing tonight.
I've tried it all a million times
and I know that
no amount of drunken kisses
Cocaine heartI just rideCocaine heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly into the night
Wind in my hair
I'm driving nowhere
Mile after mile
I slowly ride
Enjoying my life
Life on the road
I keep dreaming on
No one to stop me
No one to say I live my life wrong
So I keep on driving
Searching for the parts of my soul
Day after day, night after night
I'm living it on the wild side
Perfectly balanced and matched
This cocaine heart of my life
One hundred percent pure
Loaded completely with fuel
Beating with rhythm of a psycho
Trembling like leaf under the wind
Who cares how fast I am driving
This crazy life belongs to me
No map to be followed
No goal to be reached
No today, no tomorrow
I'm just chasing my dream
My cocaine heart
My soul and my life
ComplicateToo often in our livesComplicate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We complicate things,
Cluttering our minds and hearts
With useless worries and fears.
Instead of drinking in the Summer sun
Or becoming mesmerized by your coffee,
You worry about getting sunburnt
And consuming too much caffeine.
We forget to take pleasure
In a simple hello and goodbye;
A smile shared, an "I love you",
A hug given for no reason.
We analyse every look and smile
Since each syllable means something;
Even a tiny thing such as an emoticon
Has a deeper meaning these days.
A simple "how are you" or "why"
Can be seen as offensive,
As too intrusive, as nosy,
Too demanding and suspicious.
Just talking to someone of the opposite gender
For more than a few minutes
Will have people automatically assuming
The two of you are in a relationship.
Instead of enjoying the music,
We criticize the lyrics, discuss the tune,
Making the song so technical,
Sucking it dry of any emotion.
Just sitting alone on your bed
Listening to "Florence and the Machine"
Is an effective
Only HumanHypocrite, selfishOnly Human2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Judgemental and pain
These words are similes
With your name
Greed and envy
Jealousy and a liar
Dancing on hot coals
And questioning the fire
Not even considering
The people in the picture
Forgetting what the purpose is
Ignoring the scripture
Preaching on poverty
Then blowing off your money
Yelling at the racist
But thinking t's funny
Crying at the people
To stop judging and assumin'
But we always fall again
We who are only human
Faded Memories of YouThink back to the days,Faded Memories of You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The days that we remained,
Tight in each other's arms.
"Together forever 'til we fall apart".
Back over the times,
The times that we stayed,
Under the blanket.
"Here with you, I will always be safe".
Through the moments,
The moments in which we kissed,
Like nobody else would love you more.
"I promise, only you I shall adore".
The secrets you told,
The love that we hold,
It all starts to crash down.
"Together forever 'til we fall apart".
I wander alone,
Setting myself to the danger,
Of this world.
"Here with you, I will always be safe".
Time to let go,
Leaving only memories to remain.
You and me, now alone.
"I promise, only you I shall adore".
Ink LanguidInk Languid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[ I watched ]
she tore sanity
from poetry scabs,
[ I wept ]
she chased words
beneath scarred vows
[ I broke ]
she hung and sang
from her tired seams:
“I finally feel alive.”
EmptyI am air to youEmpty2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
For nothing is worthy of
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp:fly.2 years 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?
Soul CollectorBloody murdererSoul Collector2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damned soul collector
Tell me, how could you extort the life out of those shiny, brown eyes?!
I'm vividly smiling as he slowly dies
Tell me, didn't you fell a thing while giving the poisonous kiss?
I feel every beating of his heart as we are immersing in the bliss
A soul collector, destroyer of the mind,
I'm about to extinguish his light, to leave him lost and blind
I'll encage his ripped soul,
Just after he'll lose the self-control
Don't drag another soul into your disgrace,
Just one more blanked face
Don't kill again with your breath-taking embrace,
I promise, just one more one more stolen core
You know you shouldn't, but your claws are digging already in his chest,
I'm spilling his blood, the flesh I wrest
Don't collect this soul, not this time,
I must capture his soul before he captures mine,
I promise, just
Me Against the WorldLost within a world of apathy;Me Against the World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Practically sitting on the edge of tragedy;
such a catastrophe.
My mentality is such a calamity;
the audacity of that analogy.
Elaborately I express my insanity;
with such brutality.
And yet, ever so casually,
I sit on the fence of normality;
the formality of my mortality.
Yet again, it's all in vanity.
My life is such a travesty;
but still, such a fantasy.
My life perhaps is a rhapsody;
and I will patently, so valiantly,
live my life with majasty;
amnesty, lazily and happily.
astrological.i. On some nights,astrological.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
street lights guide
this lonely heart
to her lonely bed.
ii. In this universe of twilight skin
& mismatched bones,
I wonder just how many poems sleep
beneath the inkwell of her eyes.
iii. My body is a house of stars,
and her palms are black holes
sucking ( me ) into their vortex of
iv. She says, "Please—my moon,
please—give these bones a reason
& I am whispering lovelies
into the sanctuary of her heartbeats.
v. "Goddess temple,
sunset eyes, &
my windowpane love-
Let us eat the stars
Days PassDays pass-Days Pass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life goes on.
And although you aren't present,
I'm still living.
And long afternoons.
I make it through,
Though sadness haunts my every thought.
I still wait for you.
Don't you still love me?
Am I okay?
I can't decide.
Where are you?
It's so cold...
I'm loosing grip-
And I'm sinking,
My heart broken.
I reach out,
My last loving breath.
And you never noticed,
So fixed on your grace,
Outshining my dull, washed-out soul.
And you live on.
Locket HeartShe murdered my love,Locket Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With my locket heart buried in her hand
She shattered the glass,
And the golden glaze rusted to rubbish,
In death, it still beats
She couldn't keep the promise
The one that I wanted to be kept forever,
And almost all of her words became vacant
And the words,"I love you,"
Become inane and blank
With a BANG!
and a CRASH!
She took the god-forsaken mallet
To crush the husk of my pathetic, fragile
To think I could love,
And to think I could smile,
To think it was something real,
And for it to end with a flash, glazing over my unprepared eyes
She portrays an innocence,
She could not kill a fly...
She tortures it, disects it,
And finds its kryptonite
I'm beaten and broken,
And blood still intrudes over the crevices,
The sheet is not sheer nor filmy,
It is coarse and viscous,
The smell permeates the nostrils of my nose
To resemble the bitter, metal scent of pennies
The weight of me and my downbeat presence,
Supermassive Black HoleStrings of starless strandsSupermassive Black Hole2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lasso my sanity,
as a Lyzzard's tongue
slays unawares a fly.
Distorted snarls melt
my glaciers in the dead of night;
vibrating in the frequency
in your wells of gravity,
you set my soul alight;
spinning towards the singularity.
A blink before the light,
the brims of Space
of satin waves
smile and unweave a word:
A Poem of PoetryPoetry is like a drawingA Poem of Poetry2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A drawing made of words
A drawing not to be shown
But to be heard
Poetry is like the wind
For it can be soft and warm
And come in a graceful form
Or it can be swift and cold
Emanating fear and nothing bold
Words are meant
To be shared unbent
Not twisted full of lies
And should be without
Any sorrow or sighs
Poetry is beautiful
It's a song without instruments
Poetry is wonderful
A colourful collage of imagination
Poems are lovely
A poem is a story
And if you have never heard one
I shall feel very sorry
Self-ImageIn the camera I'm prettySelf-Image2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But cameras depend
On the lighting
In the mirror I'm not perfect
But mirrors can lie
And magnify all
The blemishes we hide
In the shower I am talented
All the sadness and pain
Brought by the day
In the end I am human
While perfection I strive
Humans have faults
It's what makes our lives
Silence.When the silence comesSilence.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we will be called the contemplators,
originators but never innovators.
We will serenade ourselves at night
with the arabesque pinwheels
of the unquantifiable, and the inescapably
abstract pooling behind
Abstract and abstruse.
It's in our nature
we are the tawny wings
pasted on scrawny and thick
bodies, waiting for anyone to turn
on the lamp and suck us in.
We hope for heaven,
and only get burned.
But when it comes
we'll be waiting. We were never
not storytellers, because no one
ever wants our stories.
We're the ones left behind
but left intact. Nothingness
is a wholeness in itself.
It comes not as we were told
it was about time to get rid of fairy tales,
the sparkling suburbs of bliss.
No one cares about gold-paved streets
when the mundane is over-processed,
cheap, and impure.
It will arrive one day
and everything will return to
its beginning: the dead will
rise and fall again, Adam will
flow back into God