Redefine EmotionWould it be too obviousRedefine Emotion7 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,
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.
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."
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.2 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
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.)
HeartbeatI’ve twisted my skinHeartbeat7 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.
FriendlessThere's a little boy who walks to school,Friendless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody knows his name.
No matter what he tries to do,
It is always the same.
He keeps up with all the trends,
He knows them inside out.
Each one he pulls off perfectly,
Even that selfie-photo pout.
Each week he brings a box of muffins,
Though nobody knows why.
He used to try and hand them out,
Now he doesn't even try.
He shares the muffins with the crows
and eats them one by one.
For consuming that much sugar,
He sure looks miserable when he's done.
He looks down at the empty box
and you see a little smile.
The crows fly off and he lies down;
They'll all be full for quite a while.
The same routine, every week,
I think so that he can pretend,
That in the year that he's been here,
He's made at least one friend.
Misunderstood SorrowI'm sorry I'mMisunderstood Sorrow3 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.
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
Colorless DeathHer world is teeming with black and white shadesColorless Death2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Colors seeming to be absent
All emotion is void and locked away
The chains are callous with a texture that is metallic and iced
She has a vacant feeling in a hole within her chilled, dainty chest
Where this hollow hole is, should that be a heart?
The only indication of any emotion that hasn't been stowed away, is her tears,
She cries alone
She begs for her life to end
Or at least for a new beginning
Her tears run down her subtle face
They fall, dripping from her eyes to imitate minuscule waterfalls,
And they cascade into many streams
"Save me! This is a nightmare
I am alone
And I can't take it anymore!"
She pleas for an ending that may never come
She begs for a savior that may never care
For all that she knows...
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.”
Blank CanvassesPeople are born asBlank Canvasses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every person met adds
A little color to the masterpiece
That no amount of smearing
Or white paint can hide.
Everyone's dyes are arranged
In different patterns and pictures,
But in the end,
Everyone is still a blank canvass
Broken.Ah, mum. You do choose the most lovely moments to drop whatthefuckery bombshells. Huddled in a seat at London Euston, scoffing Motilium, and feeling like death, I hear her state simply:Broken.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"I don't think I love him any more."
Sure. I knew that. Didn't I? I knew. I know a lot of things about them. Sometimes I think I must see them more clearly than either of them see each other. But saying it out loud feels wrong. To make it more than a fleeting thought dismissed in passing... it's like dropping a heavy stone into a still lake and watching all the gunk and dirt rise to the rippling surface.
There's always been an unspoken belief for me. That even if we hated each other, raged and screamed and hurt each other, there was still love there underneath all the fire. I never had a doubt that if a gun was pointed at dad my mum would step in front of him without even thinking, and vise versa. Through all the painful bullshit they've always said they still love the other. Hate and love twist
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
mad houseyou are a moan thatmad house2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crawls like a tarantula
down the hall to my room.
papier-mâché girls dance
in the garden, wild women, burning
with their dreams of becoming
skeletons, and through their
parchment skin i can see their
wasted hearts struggling to beat.
a dead boy visits me at night.
i lie rigid in my bed, paralysed
while he stands by my window, white
as the underbelly of a fish,
still dripping with water
from the ocean that stole his life.
and i can still feel their hands
as cold and rotten as the hands
of a corpse,
the prick in my backside while
they fill me with their venom.
they rape me of my life
and i hear someone wail
in the darkness, as godforsaken
as the howl of a dog who has discovered
its owner dead.
i vomit and it comes out black
my heart is the ugliest part
of me, but no one will ever see...
and these walls,
oh sometimes these walls scream so loud.
Patchwork HumanI'll take a piece of you and youPatchwork Human2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will never see
the path that it will take.
I'll take a piece of him and he
will wonder where
I'll take a piece of her and she
will never know
I'm quick a piece of
Beautiful, in fact,
but where'd you get
I can't remember anymore
it was stolen from.
And who am I
to pick apart
the pieces I enjoy?
And who am I
to take the last
of you and you comply?
And who am I?
The memories of an entity,
once whole but now benign
are hidden in the patches
of the quilt
I call myself.
Stitches made of steel
shall never, ever
Forever doomed to falsehood,
I'm not the man
The Old WellMy destiny calls from the depths of the well,The Old Well2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sound of the water my own death knell.
Spirits pass upwards and through the stone,
Leaving behind pennies people have thrown.
The well is filled with the souls of others,
All of whom strayed from the same path.
Every fate as damned as another's,
Consumed by this ancient curse's wrath.
Mysteries surround this age-old dwelling,
I, a servant of this ancient foretelling.
My heart lies at its base,
My life removed without a trace.
AutumnIt would be your voiceAutumn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would think
Crisp and dark
Tumbling from the heavens
Yet it was only autumn leaves
Void of life
Crunching 'neath my feet
Dead as you are to me
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.
lower_casei have not read enough poetrylower_case2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i am not one to muse
or maybe think
but i do have
i am one student in a freshman course
why so many poets use only
is it artistic
is it sexy
to write as if
you do nothing but whisper
i want to be loud
the survivors of death
to remember me
i will not mutter
like a fetus
perhaps there is
nothing to this
but there is value
in knowing how to yell
and in absolute