HolesEach little lie, or hidden ambition
Hides in a hole, as is tradition
Riddled with dreams, and fearful obsessions
That once were loved, in someone's possession
All the broad smiles, each a facade
With monstrous trinkets: knit, torn, and odd
Still broken treasures can easily lie
To thoughts so forced they can't seem to cry
Though cloudy with tears, and false memories
Keeping a hope that fades to the breeze
As such locks can try, but still cannot
Forget what was already hastily forgot
By those that are troubled by labourous pasts
As thinkers attempt to help them at last
Claiming their tales and lies to be so
But what do imaginary people know?
Double Standard WorldWe tend to break it down to,Double Standard World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
minutes, days, years;
to lengthen the torture and
to slow our growing fears.
It’s hard not to notice; the
broken souls wandering alone,
smiles acting as masks, and
desperate bullies looking for home.
We seek for our belief in the wrong places;
in parties and nameless pills in bowls,
in greedy money and unfamiliar people,
when we should seek within our own soul.
We all give reasons and excuses but
when others splinter our hearts,
the forgiveness that we expect is lost,
and logic is quickly torn apart.
We live in a double standard world,
where what we expect of others
is not expected in ourselves and
we no longer act as sisters and brothers.
Perhaps we are all prisoner to our pain,
manacled and bound;
and if you look there’s insanity in it all,
everywhere to be found.
Guacamole"that color is ugly."Guacamole2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she would say
when I would dip my
pens and paint brushes
in a glass dish of guacamole.
"food is beautiful."
I stroke the avocado on the walls,
I let it live
I let it breathe
I let it absorb the colors,
I let it eat.
"that color is ugly."
she'll say again,
in her plaid bra
and bronze skin
and I'll hold back a sigh.
I dip the tip of the brush
into the heart of the
I spread the avocado tears
across my chest,
an equilateral line of green life.
I spread it across her collar bones,
a vertical line of organic structure.
"that color is ugly."
she'll say, taking her clothes off.
I'll hold back the tears.
"that color is you."
LonelyI'll look in the mirrorLonely2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the sun comes up
and I'll grimace at the straight rows of teeth,
like lies tied to the wires
that hang from the corners of my mouth
when it twists into a sly grin.
You don't get to ask for love,
and you know you've done something wrong.
You've woken up on the wrong side
of the sun,
where everything is black,
where the lace of her bra
lies dead on your mattress
and where new beginnings
dismantledyou're too bad, too mdismantled2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
h, using my heart as your
h. who knew human beings could
hurt each other by the softest t
h, so deeply
and so very, very
no one is ever going to want memaybe onceno one is ever going to want me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this would've been
but i'm crying &
my face is scrunched
like a red rag
in the sink
slumped beneath a leaky
my hands are shaking
maybe i could make
but what i have
you won't like
and do you want them too?
stealing & paying
pressing bottles and
pictures to my sternum
maybe it's the silence
the tumult of words down
the sink and
across the floor
the empty heads
i was pretty then
bird-legs and stilted poems
numbering stars and
crushing books between
but no not today
i'm a husk
waiting for everything
to destroy me
to prick a hole
start an earthquake
Smiling MaskLife is as fragile as a ball of glassSmiling Mask2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Fissure at any impacts
And finally break when it can take anymore
This is how I represent my life
Or is it still life?
Since it is now broken
Millions of pieces flying away
I am standing here without knowing what to do
Confused about what to feel
Yet I don’t dislike this feeling,
This feeling of not knowing
Scared of the word know ledges
Once aware of life warmth
I will wish to get it unconsciously
Even though the coldness of this now broken life
Is not as bad as one would though.
Yet in the end
My body will wither like any flowers
Forgotten for eternity
That I live for the brightness of the days
Or the coldness of tomorrow
The end will result the same
Yet people wish to make us learn how happiness can change our live
Yet I openly denied all of this without saying it out loud
As my word are like the murmurs of the wind
Silently molding something suit to the situation,
Making me wear this smiling mask
Making me able to talk without revealing w
I Hate YouThis is to youI Hate You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate you
I hate you so much
All you do is shout
All you do is scream
All you do is put me down
You've never sincerely told me I did well
You've never been proud of me
You've never smiled at me
You always think of me as a disgrace
You always think I'm some embarassment you can hide
You always assume I can't do this and that
I hate you, dad
I hate you and you should know it
I hate you because you just don't get it
I hate you because you just don't care
It's the way you always tell me I'm stupid
It's the way you always expect me to be perfect
It's the way you always yell at mom
It's the way you always put yourself above her
It's the way you critique every person I meet
It's the way you never let me have a life
I hate you, dad
And it's because you're unfair
It's because you're the police
It's because you're the judge too
And it's because you're also the prison
I'm stuck here, dad
And I hate it
I wake up
And I just want to crawl out of my skin
I just want to die and nev
VintageForce a strangerVintage2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to sit next to you on the bus.
Always take care of the women of society
and they will repay you with shaven legs
and strawberry smiles.
are the emblems of the past
(of the past)
Listen to the echoes
of voting rights
and look to the mountin tops for snipets
(of the future)
Think of how much time has passed
once you make it to the top
and once you get down,
realize that things have changed
back to the way they were,
the way they are,
and the way they always will be.
Knickknacks On BookshelvesI have a special loathingKnickknacks On Bookshelves2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the quaint ceramic birds
and heavy soapstone bookends
that tend to litter the bookshelves
of the people who don't read
And I find unbearable
the open spaces next to
pretty gold leaf collections
of books that won't be read
I'll admit that I go weak
for a beautifully bound tome
but the most attractive one
is the book whose binding's cracked
with worn out letters
and stained pages
from being read
B-Flat MinorThat intolerable silenceB-Flat Minor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like thick smog choking the room
Suffocating all with its horrid perfume
That empty pit and vacant space
Where vagabonds leave their unkempt trace
Silence, a stillness that rots nerves,
And torments those who are in it.
The world holds its breath
Only waiting for
That one sound, one word, one whisper, one sob
But the tape never plays
How the silence stays.
It’s as though somehow
A gag is stuffed down the throat,
All dingy and terribly soiled,
Cotton dipped in salt and motor oils
Is the taste of unspoken word and unshed tear.
So solemnly brimming over a wrenching quietness
Is a sound you think you will never hear.
Until the conductor upturns his brilliant baton
And those tears break loose one by one
The orchestra plays your triste largo
The low rumble of cellos is scarcely audible
Heaves and choking become quite volatile
The woodwinds sound trills of light whistles
While one by one each tear drizzles
The strings begin their tune
As the te
hungry ghostsswallowing the morning glow andhungry ghosts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fawn-eyed and rabbit-eared to
watch the warmth of limbo
going down down down
to where nothing alive
the palls of grey hanging
and i try to find a metaphor
1. (hide your eyes from
penny candy and laughter--
white caravans and
2. something less complex than nonsense;
simpler than art and noble habits
purging in the alleyways all the
virgin snow and eyelights
3. maybe it was meant to be this way:
the cold wakes the neighbors
as fate meets destiny to conspire
a way out
a murder that wasn't meant to complete
me or the manifestation
and the trees bend beneath
like there's a hurricane instead of snowflakes
A Gamer Girl's Love ConfessionYou could be my Mario,A Gamer Girl's Love Confession2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And I, your Princess Peach.
And just like in Pokemon,
We've much to learn and teach.
I could be your Zelda;
And you, my hero Link,
And like Tidas and Luna,
Our hearts will never sink.
You can be my Kairi;
I could be your Sora, too!
And in the kingdom of my heart,
There's only room for you.
I could be your Fera;
and, you my treasured prince.
Time won't stop us now;
It hasn't stopped us since.
Unlike Cloud or Aerith,
There's no sad endings here.
There's nothing left to fear.
Like Omar and his pikman,
We'll never separate.
Like Dominic and Maria,
We have intertwining fate.
I'll chase you forever more,
Like Amy chases Sonic.
Like a game, I'm addicted;
Your love's the only tonic.
Don't delete me, please,
Like GLaDOS done Caroline.
Give me a chance, my love,
and it'll turn out just fine.
Now, you know my feelings,
like Red and Pikachu.
And if its no, even so,
"Courage pulls us through".
I'll be sorrier than WHEATLEY,
In the dead of space.
feed the masses (starve the girl)'eatfeed the masses (starve the girl)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are starving
children in africa'
'so being fat will help
give the dog some bones
that's all she has
zero-zero and your
tasted like cold toast
(rather bitter, really)
she told her
to porcelin & water
(she keeps the
to drown out the noise)
stretch your fingers around
& the heater goes on
(the coats are good
no one can see the
but she's chilled to the
& everyone sees
'i'll never be beautiful'
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for me.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world for me...
There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
The Sadist Girl.I was against all girls who were beautifulThe Sadist Girl.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But now I have been going against that belief.
A sudden burst of intelligence
Makes all the matters in the word
Fly by with relief.
A beautiful girl has come into my life
With promises of the lovingly sharpened knife,
Masochistic love is what it's about,
Oh I wont feel the pain
I have no doubt.
Drink from my vein
You sadist girl
While your eyes look up like a polished pearl,
I bet it tastes so metallically sweet,
Ah, our love is a burning heat.
Love me sweet
Like nobody else,
I'll give you my life
Without a second thought,
I trust you more than anyone else
It's what I have always sought.
I love you so,
Please love me forever
And never let go,
This masochist couldn't handle that pain
But I can handle your drink, my vein.
FreckledHave you ever dashedFreckled2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sea salt in a puddle
of vanilla and watched
the white rocks tumble
in exactly the right space?
Well, I have,
and the result is your face;
The minerals stand out
like stars against darkness.
They mimic the way your
spangle across the bridge
of your nose
like diamonds caught
in smooth black oil.
with a million ways
to describe their
I've not yet seen
anything like them
and I don't think I ever will.
i'm too young to be running out of dreamsthe brave kidsi'm too young to be running out of dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tore them in half
& the pretty
but it was a secret for us
that the other
was really blue &
there was a note
in salt water & drowning
for the benefit of the
so we came with a solution:
tear the wings &
bleed them out
living in sinchurch is no place to discoverliving in sin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're a lesbian:
like a cat in heat
trapped under those pews
i shut my eyes
and realize the brakes are shot
and all that's left
is a sex chromosome
Sky to FreedomIs it possible to keep to the sky?Sky to Freedom2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You know, there is little to gain
In those dreams that make you fly.
So what's the point in your refrain
From simply watching the ways
Of the emerald, swaying trees
Or the rivers that flow for days?
Ah, you want to be free
Even though it comes with a price.
You want to spread black feathers
Only to let the white ones entice
Your chained soul altogether.
You're sure this is your choice?
I mean, we've been forever
Controlled by that voice!
Though our only endeavor
Was to be out of that cave.
With a single wish for freedom,
And yet, we are no longer slaves
To the place we came from.
Even though you are no longer caged
The call of the growing sky
Keeps us forever engaged
Though we may try to rise and fly.
Jar of NeptuneShe had lightning in her eyesJar of Neptune2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I knew she was the daughter
of the sea foam. I could see
that she wanted to get home,
back to the world of mists
in the sky,
but she had no wings on her back
only fins on her heart.
and so, I drew up my soul
and stretched it into a net.
I sailed across the air
capturing clouds that were pregnant
with the oceans child.
I wrapped up the ancient and new
perfume of rain that scented
my spirit with the cologne
of baptized pirate maps and
My skin grew cold,
but I did not stop until
the silver breath of Poseidon
was completely bundled in my soul
and I put it in a golden jar
made of my darkest secrets and
I set it on her door step.
She had the rains at her disposal,
and I loved it that way.
I wanted her to have this treasure
this marvelous collaboration between ocean and sky
so that when she was in her home away from home
she could twist the cap of the jar
and hear the melodic pitter-patter of rain,
smell the damp whispers of wind,
and feel the k
Don't Be Afraid, But I'm AsianI saw you starring at me for a while.Don't Be Afraid, But I'm Asian2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Allow me to answer the question you’ve wanted to ask during that period of time,
But didn’t have the courage to approach me with (I bet you’ve been hanging out with too many cats)
Yes I am Asian. But no I am not a math whiz.
No, I have not surgically put a computer chip in my brain.
(Though if that actually worked, it’d be awesome like… that’s fucking awesome awesome)
I have yet to try eating dog, I hear, however, it tastes like beef.
What a cow one must be to eat such a being!
I’ve always been one to question the beliefs of my race.
Many traditions are not quite to my taste.
Despite what you may think, I am not a communist, barely a socialist.
Though I am young still and do not completely comprehend politics, admitly.
Still stuck in th
The Desert RoseWith eyes the colour of the cloudless sky,The Desert Rose2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hair like mighty dunes of sand,
She moves elusively and yet with such grace;
It is a dangerous sort of beauty.
Her eyes snap sharply into mine,
Whenever my gaze lingers a second too long.
Her stare traps mine own in place and so
I stay there frozen with fear... or is it awe?
I would love to tell myself
That such a flower is not meant for me,
But I would only be lying to myself
Because I love the thrill of the game.
I truly do admire her spirit,
Like the Great Pyramids it stands tall,
Against all odds,
Never bending an inch...
A fascination overwhelms me even now.
Can I even hope to keep up,
Or has the game already been won
By the Desert Rose?
CapsizedNo one saw her goCapsized2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wailing a somber goodnight
Capsized,to the ocean's will
She did not flail
Not a shred of panic in her voice
As she inched to the depths
Clothed, only in acceptance
But i bore witness
As a nobody,
Helpless and weak
Offering my pristine words
Much to no avail
The murky waters gushed
Burrowing into her wounds
Claiming every inch of her worth
Until,she is kept and never again released