Redefine EmotionWould it be too obviousRedefine Emotion9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I were to curl up in the corner,
And hide my red face
Whilst tears refuse
To be cried?
Or is it already obvious
Because of the smiles
I wore just hours ago?
Do people know,
And just reply with silence?
Or are people this oblivious,
And ignore this?
Is is too obvious
When the talkative
Is it too obvious
When the happiness
Is it obvious at all
Or is humanity not meant
To possess enough sympathy
To wonder about my being
Since I'm just as human as they
Do you want me to scream
An apology across the room
And claim I'm only moody,
When my brain
Is going haywire?
What do you want
When my depressed head
Is telling me to smile
In the glee of life?
How am I supposed to act
When I'm depressed and elated
All at once,
I Am SchizophreniaShh.I Am Schizophrenia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Are you okay?"
Turn off the light.
"What are you doing?"
You can't fight the shadows.
They'll kill you if you tell.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your eyes.
Cover them again.
Lock the door.
Now you're trapped.
Lock it again.
Don't take the medication.
Don't drink the water.
Don't eat your dinner.
"I don't know you anymore. Who have you become?"
I am a nobody.
I am Schizophrenia.
I am death
"... I don't know."
HeartbeatI’ve twisted my skinHeartbeat9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like clay, to match
‘cause I can’t lie and say
“I don’t want to fuck you.”
Lately, every night
I’ve been feeling
A different heatbeat.
But her heart beats with
A different rhythm
Every time she opens herself up.
And every time she’s around
It’s like light kissing my eyes.
And I realize that,
Even with a pounding headache
And bottles, now only filled with
Sorrow lying by the bedroom floor,
I want to make breakfast together,
I want to mark down days on the
Calendar, I want to…nevermind.
It was probably just the shitty wine.
Because I Love YouI feel like crying,Because I Love You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I have no tears
I need to cry
But I can't
I need you to
To love me,
Don't ever leave
Just stay by my side
And I'll stay by yours
'till your last
Just don't go I need
Because there's nothing
Else that's good
In this world
Just think of all
The tears that
Would stream down
My face if you
That would be the one thing
I could shed tears for;
Just don't go,
Don't leave me forever
Please stay for the rest
Of our lives
I want you to stay
Because I love you.
The Forward MovementThe Forward Movement2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my feet, the forward movement from where my future calls.
Once again I will shed my skin,
leaving behind the marks of where I've been.
Fallen HillsBroken heart,Fallen Hills4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stand with me,
We'll help each other through
Darkness surrounds me
summertime.i've realized i miss you most in the summer. when we were together, we belonged to the cold; trees would lose their leaves, winter winds would blow, but the summer was ours. it was a time when we could leave essays and exams behind and start dreaming. a time for stargazing and raindancing and treeclimbing. for the wild. for us.summertime.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i feel so out of place. in the light of a bonfire or the wind of a highway, i find myself thinking: you would have loved this. and i get lost in memories of running through a subway station, reaching for lights across the dark ocean or swinging by a lake and dangling our feet in the stars.
this has always been a season of early sunrises and fast-moving clouds. of picking strawberries and meeting strangers. i thought june would last forever.
but it's august. and back then, whenever i drove home at midnight or walked across the city at dawn, you were by my side. you feel far away from me, and listening to your music doesn't bring you any closer. i mi
Misunderstood SorrowI'm sorry I'mMisunderstood Sorrow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry I
I am so screwed
I'm sorry I
I'm not perfect
I'm sorry I'm
That mattered to you,
Now for sure
Now you wont
All the things
If you don't
If you walk
If you look
Down on me
If I end my
I hope you
ScreamIt rips through the air, peircingScream11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the still silence and with it
myself. Crushing the critical
criticism that there's nothing
there and all that we do to
prepare has left us nothing
but naked and bare and the pain
that it invokes causes nothing
but forelorn dispair till
there's nothing left and no
one to care. To be, or not
It kills me a little, slicing
through the hopes and the ropes
that suspend such thoughts and
ideals but they're gone with
the rest of the speal and is
it all really a great big deal
in all that has been deamed
realities real? And if it is
and this is all just a great
big joke from the bloke down
to his last gram of coke, then
what the fuck are we?!?!?!?
Pointless, precious, permiscuous
questions that have no answears
and bear no meaning but that
of those in the mind of a man
in the state of a start of a
damned, dementiated dream
though we all stand around
sardonic sadistic substantiated
buildings with the horror
rising up like a beam, we
stand aroudn with our
Color of BlueWe come, skin tinted the color of frost,Color of Blue2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Color of cold, color of blue.
They shout, carrying words with the wind, preaching,
"People are equal," but people are lost.
Little lies, the size of snowflakes drift,
Landing on hopes, landing on dreams.
Our hearts, with winter's tears touching it, freeze,
Numbing it until the blood turns blue.
For some, the cold beats them down,
Chilling their warmth, chilling their light.
Their blood, turning into blue ice shatters,
Finally cracking under the pressure.
We're told, with wide expecting eyes,
Reach for better, reach for perfection.
Blue blood, polluting our minds with every expectation,
Only beating for the lies we believe.
We travel, lost in a world of people,
Searching for worship, searching for praise.
The sun, blazing truth on our perma-frosted bodies,
Attempts to make blood the color of love once more.
Gataki mouGataki mou2 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was always sunny where he was. An occasional cloud would pass over the sun, but sandy winds would quickly protest and sent it away. The heat was nearly unbearable, even for those who had been born and raised in the forsaken desert.
Heracles knew what the people in the caravan thought of him. As a Greek boy, sold into Egypt along with his brother, they thought him of less worth. As a slave, they thought him a strange contradiction. He was often found sleeping and lazing about, but he never left a job undone. His broad shoulders carried dense muscles that held the capability to lift an ox right off of the sandy ground.
It was no mystery, the man was strange. But needed much y the large caravan. His exemplary way with the animals and strong back made him valuable. The same couldn't be said as much... for his older brother.
"Oi! There you are!" Sadiq's gruff and annoyed voice sounded in the Greek slaves' ear. Heracle's sleepy green eyes looked up to meet his brother's. "Playing with the
The Smooth Absence of ScarsPlease God,The Smooth Absence of Scars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make this just be a dream.
Tell me it's all just a nightmare
inside my head
and I'll wake up soon
to find myself in eighth grade again.
I want to go back to when life was simple;
back to when I ate without worrying,
dressed without caring,
and loved without doubting.
Back to when my sister
was only a doorknob away;
back to when I could tell my mom
and I enjoyed my father's company.
I remember I couldn't wait
to grow up and be a junior
now how I wish I could go back.
I miss the monotony of middle school,
the innocent crushes that never went farther
than holding hands;
I miss wanting my mom's arms around me,
and my crazy optimistic outlook on life.
I miss the boundless energy
that comes with adolescence,
the easy, natural ripple of bone
beneath my shirt,
the smooth absence of scars
and bleeding ribcages.
make this just be a twisted nightmare.
Tell me it'll all be better tomorrow
and I won't wake up
with an aching throat
and sore wris
Sorry Then SafeiSorry Then Safe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we like to play with fire.
as it eats away at our
insipid nature, and licks the
desolate consistency of our bones,
our inner cold is warmed.
you say that it reminds you
of my fevered eyes.
we make scarecrows into humans
into saviors, then tear them down again
for not cleansing out our wounds.
we forget they were only born
to keep the birds from
devouring us further.
and they watch, feebly, as we
fall face-first into our fate
you looked me dead in the eye
"we are all walking ghosts
waiting to die so we can live"
and your whitened hands became
a symbol of achievement
we write our epitaphs the day we're conceived,
like a taunt to something greater to come
and steal us away in the middle of the night
from the livelihood we were promised.
but it's less than that, we're erasing
all definitions of chance. we're
marking the path we never want to follow.
we drift in and out of self-awareness,
human consciousness, competing philosophies,
delusions of grandeur and deeper
This WorldI look around and I see these people, their faces are all the same, these mindless drones. They have no eyes for they do not wish to see. They have no ears for they do not wish to hear. They have no limbs, for they do not wish to do anything. But they have mouths. Their mouths are complaining and groaning in distress.This World3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why is it my life is so horrible?"
"Why do I have no future?"
"Why do I have no money?"
"Why does the world do nothing?"
And as I walk, I look around and see all these people are the same. They all have no eyes. They all have no ears. They all have no limbs. For they want none of that. But the more I walk; I realize they never cease to groan. The longer I listen; I realize that in their selfishness they wallow, unwilling to help others, gluttonous in their own selves. They feed off themselves in their blind, deaf worlds, unwilling to see or hear the one beside them, just out of reach of their useless bodies. They created this world they live in, believing if th
Path Of The 3 Younlings. Part2Path Of The 3 Younlings. Part24 years ago in Drama More Like This
The younglings drifted into space for hours. Not knowing where they were heading.
They were sat, in shock and in fear.
Makai: I thought the clones were good though? They are supposed to protect us.
Chase: Why would they attack Jedi?
Tai: Because they're clones! They don't think, they only follow orders. It's Palpatine! Only he controls them. He must have ordered them to kill us!
Makai: But why?
Tai: How am I supposed to know!
Chase: Anakin Skywalker is friends with Palpatine.
They all looked at each other. Although young, they were beginning to understand.
Makai: So was Master Anakin always evil?
Chase: Who knows? Why did he do that...How could he....
Chase started sobbing.
Tai: None of that! C'mon! We are Jedi!
Tai, although 10 years old, knew, as the oldest, he would have to take charge.
Tai stood up and started looking though the pod.
Tai: There must be an emergency power switch somewhere?
Tai saw a switch and flicked it.
The power came on but the lights kept dimming...
...I know what you're thinking....9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's obvious when I look at your face.
'He's a coward, he's immature, he's foolish'
And you're right...
I can't live up to your standards.
The pressure, the pace, the overload of information.
I can't take it.
I don't know what I'm doing!
And I don't understand...
I'm not you.
I don't know what it's like to feel normal...
But what I do know, is what's in front of me,
And to me, it's frightening!
I really want to change myself,
(Because I hate myself...)
But please, understand, it's not that easy,
It's never easy, when you don't understand.
When you go through each day feeling different.
Because I'm not you...
But if 'you' are what I have to be,
Then I'm afraid I would rather not be, at all!
GravityGravity,Gravity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Autumn wanted to learn
So, the galaxy of dead trees
coiling in your lungs
devoured her spine.
a lifeline wrapped around
her neck like a noose;
an orange and red
& you said "God bless your
heart." like some divine
higher power could forgive
her for loving you.
You Won't Control MeYou Won't Control Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You strangled me
As I snuggled into your hugs
I remember your joy
Toying with my lungs
I remember the excitement
The bruises you left
Told me to "look at the concept"
As you sneered at me, you never left
Oh I smiled as you burned my flesh
There I go thinking of the past, it's dead
Here I go feeling no peace, just dread
You'll never get to break me
Emotion's ran me deep
They had prevented me from sleep
I looked elsewhere ignoring them
And yet the emotions tried to brush my lips again
I want to tell you, my sweet emotions,
I used to be yours
The past is, the past
And little by little, I don't know you anymore
I remember how you buckled me
The ground felt so heavenly
Your needle pierced me deep
You held on tight
I waited on you; you never gave me the time
I remember the dead silence
The hard stop, as everything slipped
And suddenly all was balanced
The nothingness ringed
Your silence made me scream
There I go thinking of the past, it's a
After and BeforeAfter lifeAfter and Before3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After broken hearts
There was nothing
Before death, there was life that you lost
There was nothing
Before a broken heart
There was a pure, and whole heart
And all the while
No one cares anymore.
RepossessionYour words tore into my abdomen like vultures feeding onRepossession2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the raw emotion their filthy wings stirred up from the dust.
My ribs cracked from the blow.
But, I think sometimes
of how these were the ribs
that should have chased you away from me,
quietly wondering how you managed to
slither past this cage of bone and flesh
to engrave your fingerprints into my marrow.
You were sweat & spice & scars-
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.
(I want my insides back.)
I Love YouHave you ever trulyI Love You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you didn't
know how to say
"I Love You" to
Or you were hurt before
And didn't want to get hurt
And you love them so
Much you want to
Cry when you can't say
"I Love You"?
Or you just want to
Die 'cuz you
Want to stay with
And you're not sure
It will last?
Or you would die
For them but you
Don't wanna show
It 'cuz you
Know you shouldn't
Soul into him?
Have you ever felt that way?
Obituary Of A FriendshipAfter all this time we finally meet again.Obituary Of A Friendship2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm excited to hear how you've been, my friend.
But when you start to talk I start to abstain.
While I smile, secretly I wish for this to end.
We're thrown back into a time that ended long ago.
What we had in common does not matter anymore.
Again you want a shoulder so you can have a good cry.
I am diplomatic though I sense this friendship does die.
About all the tragedies that happend to you I shall know
While I cannot tell you why my smile becomes so sore.
I am really sorry that things have come to this.
We used to be good friends but we both have changed.
I treasure what we had, but you I won't miss,
Once we parted ways and the goodbyes are exchanged.
We've grown apart and the distance between us is vast.
You talk so much and more yet still nothing has been said.
The conversation runs dry, as it dies we start to brag
About what we achieved, but that's just hoisting the white flag.
There is no sense in trying to keep alive what's dead.