Mimicrymildewed [ghosts]Mimicry1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
haunt the c.r.a.c.k.s in the w do not
l their voices
HumanI believeHuman1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That you never have to be alone
And I believe
That you don't have to blend in.
By all the ways that you've grown
And I'm relieved
By all the ways that you've sinned.
You're only human
And I never expected any more
Nothing but human
With only one skin to have worn.
UntamedThe scream tore its way from my lips,Untamed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Threw my head back,
And heaved my chest to the sky.
It cracked my breastbone,
Shattered my ribs,
And shoved my lungs aside,
All in search of my heart,
Which it clawed at desperately
Before ripping from my chest,
And whispering away to the wind.
SnapIf I don't existSnap1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Surely it won't hurt you
If I shatter the bones in your face
And if I'm just a lie
Surely you won't notice
If I put you back down in your place
And if I'm just a myth
Surely it won't scare you
That you don't even know I'm around
And if I'm just pretend
Surely it won't harm you
If I put you away in the ground
And if I'm none of these things
And I'm something quite different
A person, just like one of you
Does that scare you so much
That you'd maim us and kill us
For proving your worldview untrue?
namelessYou know that kidnameless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That sits behind you?
You remember him, don't you?
You made fun of him
Because his clothes were funny
You don't know
His family is poor
You imitated him
Because he has a lisp
You don't care
He can't help it
You laughed at him
Because he can't read
You don't wonder
Why no one cared to teach him
You glared at him
When he tried to talk to you
Because you were embarrassed
That it hurt him
You saw him
Sitting alone at lunch
You stayed with your friends
Ignoring his existence
While he ate in silence
You saw the other boys
Pushing him around
You kept on walking
Pretending not to hear
While he suffered
He didn't come to school today
But deep down you know
Do you know what he was like?
What he liked to do?
What he wanted to be
When he grew up?
You learn his name
By reading the announcement
For his visitation
InkveinsWhen ink started flowing through my veinsInkveins11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I became truly happy.
When ink started flowing through my veins
I couldn't be sad.
Because death is peace.
Peace is happiness.
And ink instead of blood will kill you.
A Day in the Life of a Cancer Patient: Chpt. 2A Day in the Life of a Cancer Patient: Chpt. 21 year ago in Profiles More Like This
"A Day in the Life of a Cancer Patient"
Chpt. 2- You
If you fall, stumble down
I'll pick you up off the ground
if you lose faith in you
I'll give you strength to pull through
Tell me you won't give up cause I'll be waiting if you fall
you know I'll be there for you
It wasn't always this way. Me… being where I am now.
Because I was different then as I am now. But back then, I had everything that I ever wanted.
Where am I? Oh…
Well… not in the sense of being buried six-feet under. But technically I've been dead since the day I was born.
How is this possible? Well, I was born with a… lets call it a "condition". A "condition" that only a handful of people in the world has. There's that 50-50 chance that I'll never wake up tomorrow, or I'll live a long, healthy life.
Not many people know about me, but it's time that someone did.
You know about me. You're reading this aren't you?
NightmaresThere is an unrelenting plague upon my fragile mind; a fear of the dark and the obscure secrets it conceals. The consuming shadows whisper empty promises, beckoning to my weary consciousness with their malignant tongues. I challenge the coercing temptations of my damnable hallucinations, keeping them at bay with pure inhuman will. Their words are enticing, laced with venomous needles to prick my subconscious thoughts; awaiting the moment that I succumb to their luring poison. With deliberate purpose, they attack my tender psyche and leave behind the toxic sting of their ruthless attacks. I am at the mercy of their double-edged swords; lost within the battle for my suppressed memories, I can no longer sustain my defenses against them. They attack with the remnants of my battered past; those tortuous experiences are their entry into my fragile mind. I am no match to their overwhelming numbers; the swarm of demons who know my every weakness.Nightmares10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Their swift penetration silences my murderous s
Trapped.At 13-Trapped.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't know anything.
I didn't cut my skin,
And the sky didn't hold a broken wish.
My dreams didn't scar my arms,
And a makeup mask wasn't irritating my face.
Excitment came when friends called,
Happiness seeped through the dark secret in my soul.
Daddy said he loved me-
Fought when I wanted makeup,
Broke the counter when I wanted to do my own hair.
I thought I was sad.
I put a pen in my hand,
And wrote down my unspoken feelings.
I cried a little bit,
Feeling this sensation-
The pain is real,
Daddy was hurting me-
In the night,
His skin touching mine.
The words try to let go,
Try to find a place,
Try to understand what they mean.
I had told on daddy.
Sat in a room full of mirrors and a social worker.
I moved in with mommy,
A Day in the Life of a Cancer Patient: Chpt. 1A Day in the Life of a Cancer Patient: Chpt. 12 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"A Day in the Life of a Cancer Patient"
Chpt. 1- Welcome to My Life
Where should I start?
How about I start way back when. Before Unknown-Artwork... Before I lost everything... Let me take you back to August 17, 1995. The day when everything started... the day my life began to fall apart.
It was that day that I was brought into this world. The happy baby that would never lose her smile. Even at a young age when things were bad, that smile would still shine.
But it wasn't until two years later that things took a turn for the worst. I was the biggest child out of all my sibilings (at this time i only had my older sister). The doctors told my mother (and my biological father, who I will refer to as HIM) that I had Gigantism. Even today we still believe I have it, even though most of the symptoms disappeared. But it was that day that I had my first surgery. You would think that it wouldn't be serious. If that was your guess... than you were wrong. This was the start of
Framed[ I met him at the county fair.Framed1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It wasn't like the songs predicted;
I had mud up my shins and he
had grass in his hair. What a mess. ]
[ I kissed him at my grandma's house.
He swallowed me and digested me;
I became a part of his simmering self.
We fused together, and I died. ]
[ I married him in a triangular church,
When I turned up in white he grinned
and whispered "what, no muddy knees?".
I put a leaf from my bouquet in his hair. ]
[ He kissed her at my grandma's house.
She had left it to us when she passed.
In the house where I'd learned about love
he taught me all I know about betrayal. ]
[ He left me at the train station.
I'd helped him with his leather suitcase,
struggling to get a grip of the situation
I gave a habitual kiss goodbye. Awkward. ]
[ He met another girl in group therapy.
They had a mad, passionate affair for a year
then, it expired. Shortly after, she did too.
He came to me, life turning to sand. ]
[ I forgave him at my birthday party
surrounded by friends wh
dealing with griefIt's a game of sorts. The answer is neverdealing with grief7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the truth. You pray for a yes, for that object
on the side of the freeway to be a chunk
of carpet and not a dead dog. A universal
thing, segments of carpet lying on the roadside,
as if they fell out of a passing VW bus
in the 1960s and just stayed there. It is
rarely carpet. Even more rarely, something
other than dog. You pretend it is carpet
as you scrutinize from the side-view mirror,
pretend you can't see it when you know
it isn't carpet, pretend that traffic is moving
fast enough that you will never know
when you crawl another fifteen feet away.
Ten miles pass, and you're sure it was
carpet, it was carpet from the beginning,
you saw it was carpet the day before,
but every radio station is playing some ad
or another and even talk of auto insurance
has you on the verge of tears. You are
grieving for that carpet square ten miles behind
because you can no longer see it to know, and that
is grief itself, still close enough to feel
the hole in th
Six Word Stories - Life, LoveNaturalSix Word Stories - Life, Love1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The rainbow dripped colours of happiness
The newspaper read, folded away, gone
The suitcase packed to the brim
Her hair tore out in bits
Dances slowly across the spiders web
Nowhere to go, a lonely road
Cold snow, dry ice, black curve
Love, Happiness, Sorrow, Peace, Education, Change
The Camping Man
He had never seen the internet
On her death
He reached for a strand hair
Sign a death certificate for two
My head is on backwards, happily
Sound sweet -- to those in love
Lost love Songs
My heart bleeds, turn it off
Sent shivers down my inner soul
Held hands, as she faded away
My dogs death
I felt her soul, disappear away
Being busy -- puts off the agony
Lost love questions
Asking people, who have no answers
The Brady Bunch Magic
Lied to us, it wasn't true
The Children Who Touched the Sky I would tell you what I am, if it mattered. What we are doesn't matter. We're all just flesh, bone, muscle, and whatever drives us to keep going. For some, their diesel is ignorance. Others find that happiness is the best oil for them. But in the end, the same remains inevitable- it will all run out.The Children Who Touched the Sky1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
My story is nothing. It is but the same as yours, no doubt. It is one of simplicity and no bounds or limits to my lifestyle. It is a chemical one, an artificial one, yet it is the only one I have come to know. Should I be grateful? How could I be? There are far too many others who cannot sustain themselves with the panacea pumped through my veins day by day. Am I to sit back and enjoy watching their backs breaking as they try to climb the ranks to that of us, the "supremes"?
But what do we own? A bit of land, enough to make it through while still being content through disappointment. Give them willpower and they have the same. But no, willpower is not for the insignificant. Wha
Abandon MeAbandon me.Abandon Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leave me cold and in the dark,
leave me to wither and shrivel and become small,
leave me to starve and suffer with hunger,
because I am starving for understanding.
If I could feel pain so deeply that it would change me,
maybe I could understand what it means to truly
So, abandon me.
Leave me cold and in the dark.
I long for pain.
I long for humanity.
Poetry is:Poetry is:Poetry is:1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the adhesive to
a fragmented soul;
broken wings that still dream of
F L Y I N G
how snapdragons breathe stardust
and orchids perform ensembles.
when 'imagination' and 'reality' at last discover a
c r o s s r o a d s,
and rush to embrace one another with fervent limbs.
why gravity seems to f
l, taking the world with it.
what flows through the veins of every pair of [shipwrecked; star-crossed] lovers.
who I am; who I was; and who I want to be.
Six word StoriesMy Mr Whippy VanSix word Stories1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smiles, happiness, chocolate -
flake on top
She fell, head first into flowers
My last fantasy job
Serving her majesty, not all fun
Prelude to death
Angels saying "You're not ready yet"
Standing on the rim, time backwards
Wonderland, its normal to taste sounds
Angel in the Emergency Room
With a number saying "times up"
She ran across the field, naked
Held hands, as she faded away
I've heard them
Dogs speak, if you listen enough
Hell's the deep end, come visit
The Fading Sunlight
The dogs barked, as hell walked
Capgras delusionI read about people whoseCapgras delusion7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
brains one day
decide a lover's eyes are
too right framed by a voice
and touch like soft fur in
your lap, on your face
and remembered you drinking
before you crawled
in on me, abuses soaking
and matting down around
your lap, above your face.
I remembered that first time
you had me just leave
it for you and I heard you
dunking your head in lukewarm,
filmy stranger. You sat beside
me later, dripping tears maybe to
your lap, from your face
and as the drain was pulled, there was me
still clipping nails, leaving them out
for you with milk and old hairs from
the pillow, your eyes' light straying often
to my lap, but not my face.