Burn the BibleBurn the Bible11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burn the Bible
Curse the Koran
Fuck the Flag
All flags, All these
Fuck your 'ism, schisms, and the horse you rode in on
Fuck the homophobe Pope,
and the shadow of the Constantine's cult
A merchant in Mecca hates his wife,
Gets divine revolutions from heat stroke divination
For the god given grace to keep his women at bay
Practices polygamy, kills the pagans for heresy
And now they're strapping bombs to their cocks
For heaven's whore house
The Bastard of Bethlehem
Burden by being a son of a women
Makes the myth his own
and teaches us all to hurt no one
burning witches, Jews and Gnostics at stake
are proof we never got the message straight
Have no presidency
Have no government
Yes, be an army of one, a nation of one, one in communion with all humanity
Collide Mars and Venus
Close generation gap
Include a right-armed albino lesbian Eskimo
into the left-armed albino lesbian Eskimo club
for the sake of nothing sacred
WhirlpoolTo be in place is not to be in time.Whirlpool8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some things are not for the leaving.
Like one more breath in an airless room, breathing,
It ceases to be an option.
Emotional survival, hope extant. And you would talk of
Smoke, in smoke filled rooms, drinks and things,
This and that,
Chat and ask people more about themselves,
Then pull one long sleeve across your mouth, wet.
And laugh, amused
Ending in nothing.
To be in time, in the vein of things, is to be amused.
To make the world distant. The binding refrain.
At distance, laughter is impenetrable. Undecipherable. Arcane.
It's cold outside.
Frozen to death or shaken to pieces?
You choose, your choice.
Inside, or the rain?
So we walked.
Where would you rather be?
Under a hill.
At the bottom of the sea, crushed in the black.
A few months ago, wrapped in your arms.
Sick, and cold, and shivering,
Do you remember nothing?
Are these things worth noth
... Refugio... Refugio9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vou inventar um espaço sem dimensões
onde caiba todo o vazio que encontro
no meu coração.
Com os pensamentos colados em adesivo
já gasto pelo tempo de ser feliz
fecho-o e saio,
sem saber para onde vou... mas saio,
mesmo sentindo que já não consigo entrar.
Mostrou-se no tempo a verdade que temia
e que não queria aceitar.
É confuso ainda...
Ter de o fazer e não conseguir abrir as mãos
para que possas ir...
porque terei de ir também,
mesmo tendo de ficar...
E no vazio desse espaço que invento
pensando no tudo agora nada,
beijo Tua boca fechada
e tombo sem um lamento.
Egoistic MonologueEgoistic Monologue13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Smile my dear,move the corners of your mouth a bit
I will try to keep you alive.I will help you survive as your body
floats down the river on this tire that was hit out of our car as we
tried to reach the moon
I will loosen the wire that
hangs around your neck.
It was all just because the sun had left this country
carrying two leather suitcases and a few paper bags
in which it took our eyelight away.
There was no reason for us to stay and count the cracks in the ground
Analize the fading of the buzzing sound as there were
clouds dissolving over our heads.
So instead we are here and you must agree that it has something lovely as I see your skin colour floating away in the water.
Left behind by our movement.
Are we moving or is it the world drifting by?
The same names come again,the same faces
the same never visited places come to my mind.And I give perfect descriptions of them.
But as soon as the last words finished I forget them again.
You said you were the man we had cal
StudniaStudniaStudnia8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
W mojej rodzinnej wiosce, nieopodal mego domu była stara, całkiem zwyczajna studnia. Studnia o wodzie dającej szczęście. Ilekroć ktoś się jej napił, na jego twarzy gościł szeroki uśmiech, a jego troski pierzchły we wszystkie strony.
Tak też było i ze mną.
Gdy dorosłam, wody było znacznie mniej.
Istotnie nie starczyło jej na długo.
Ludzie zaczęli się niepokoić.
A ja zrozumiałam.
Napełniłam studnię wodą ze zwykłego źródła i skłamałam, że to cud.
Ze smutkiem patrzyłam na resztę ludzi, którzy radowali się pijąc właśnie tę wodę. Zwykłą wodę, taką, którą kupisz za parę groszy w sklepie.
Pomyślałam i doszłam do wniosku, że ludzie są naprawdę głupi.
AntecamaraAntecamara9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vem... vem de mansinho, sem acordar
os sonhos que ainda dormem...
Não deixes saber que não há estrelas
no céu que inventámos
quando nos entregámos
ao tempo de acreditar
não haver dores que consomem
mesmo sem poder vê-las;
Vem... como se nunca tivesses deixado
de estar a meu lado...
Porque se o coração forte bate
na Tua lembrança que vive,
não haverá morte que mate
a vida falta de viver
num passado sem esquecer
que contigo sempre estive.
Vem... vem mesmo sem avisar
porque estás, mesmo sem estar...
To gramma Αγαπημένε μου,To gramma9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Και η σημερινή μέρα με βρήκε μέσα σε απόκοσμες, μακρόσυρτες σιωπές. Ξέρεις, είναι φορές που γίνονται βασανιστικά εκκωφαντικές. Και τότε εγώ τις σπάω με ένα παρανοϊκά βεβιασμένο γέ
O FimO Fim10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Acordo todas as noites para fumar um cigarro apagado
No aquário, morre pela boca, o pequeno peixe dourado
Ligo o candeeiro, deito-me sobre a fotografia rasgada
No peito vazio, morre o pequeno coração, pela calada
No início era o sorriso, o olhar, o abraço e o carinho
Graciosamente levados por alguém que desconheço
Agora a pomba branca recolhe rapidamente ao ninho
E eu mergulho na dor que o mundo pensa que mereço
Acordo todas as noites os meus lábios cheios de sede
Iluminados pela luz de uma lua prateada outrora cheia
Estico bem a língua para beber a tua sombra da parede
Reconfortada num calor artificial da enorme plateia
Que insiste em chamar-me para uma cruel realidade
Onde o tempo não me deixa cicatrizar com calma
Tento esconder as feias feridas inadequadas à idade
Agarro num sol esquecido e esfaqueio a minha alma
Acordo todas as noites de um sonho sempre repetido
Alimento-me da saliva, da carne e do que é permitido
Entranto dentro do teu corpo como alma reencarnada
Sou empurrada par
untitled with ways to liveThis cigarette burns as if time has stopped,untitled with ways to live9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you threw your last piece of my heart-
out the window.
100 miles an hour and i've become your cement,
poured and plasted;
these tears run thick.
Pryed away with the rusted spade,
you got your full house;
I've become the all in hand,
Ghosts On the WaterGhosts On the Water11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My darker days seem to be
The only things that stay with me
And his burden that I carry alone is the only thing
That some people know about me
I am slow to rise from my sleep
Because when I wake all I see are past mistakes
Manifested in front of me
I cannot push these things away
Because they make me who I am today
So when I sleep I am truly free
To be who and where I need to be
But this waking slumber I have entered
Is nearly all I can muster in strength
And the ghosts of things that could have been and can still be
With the things that once were and can't be anymore
Still dance across the mist ridden water in front of me
Now all I can feel is the river of conscious
Pulling me under, and drowning me
Waverly Hills: LoraineThe body of Loraine Thompson carted it's way down the dark tunnel. The palest of faces stared blankly at the endless celing, not that it mattered. She saw nothing. Nothing at all.Waverly Hills: Loraine10 years ago in Historical More Like This
If only they'd seen her two weeks ago. They'd made her look fancy. It was dress up time for Loraine two weeks ago. Loraine got to look pretty. Nurse Stacey said she looked real beautiful, if that wasn't out of her bounds to say. Loraine smiled into that mirror with her teeth that time. She said, "No worries, Stacey. It means a lot."
It meant a whole lot to look real pretty. For the last time, she'd look real pretty. It used to be often that she'd look pretty, with that tan skin of hers and that blonde head of hers. Those long fingers of hers would often dance across the keys, and a serenade would often pour from that piano of hers, when she wasn't outside playing with that little brother of hers. They'd love to hear that serenade. People from two doors down would come and listen to her. Watch those long finge
My ResistanceΣτην ανηφόρα προς το όμορφο θανάτωμαMy Resistance9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
το χώμα έλαμπε σα νεογέννητο ηλίου.
Φυτείες γαλήνης απλώνονταν σε κύκλους
που τις εργάζονταν
- αόρατες στ' α
an every day love affairlovean every day love affair8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
despite the knowledge
that our hearts
were never built
we continue to
place them at
the front line
love with a
if it werent
for the fact it
equally as idiotic.
laying on the grass
next to golden brown.
sitting on the couch watching
taking a picture
as the sunset
cause I've got a
and so do
a matter of
and judging by
and taking into account
how history adores
good boysBoys all over the citygood boys9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spreading toes and smiling
With their cigarettes flicking
And thumb holes in sweatshirts
Some girl's bruises on their neck
And teeth marks on their skull
Where are the pretty boys
The good boys
Pocketing rat bones
Tying knots with their drugs
And criss-crossing veins
Stretching the skin tighter
Inheriting an addiction
Saving all the cracks in the sidewalk
To break their mother's back
Pollinated and full
Eyes stitched shut
And sighing so heavily
Where are the good boys
The pretty boys
APATHYAPATHY11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't wake me up, I'm blind, can't see the colour blue
What do you want, I gave you the world, it's all for you
My name is inside your skin, I don't belong to the past
You can try opening the window, but I won't feel the blast
It doesn't matter if you stay or go, there's no emotion
All that is left, belongs to a basic twisted mind distortion
No one can help me, and you know I can't possibly care
I was thrown away, left behind to be vanishing on air
Hey you, I'm not afraid, just let me sink in my own apathy
I don't want to be wasting time begging for your sympathy
In my state of numbness I will dare to fall into your oblivion
So you can set me free of all love, pain and contradiction
Neglect my screaming soul lying in your bathroom floor
I'm digging my way out of this world so close the old door
Don't take me away, close my eyes so I can no longer be
Don't say a word, let me be in this perfect silent harmony
You know they'll die someday, trying to command my life
I couldn't be more tire
Girls like herPieces of my mirror crash to the floorGirls like her9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I throw it against my bedroom door
I'm sick of seeing what I see
I know that other girl just can't be me
She looks so ugly I'm not surprised
To see the loneliness swimming in her eyes
That girl just doesn't know when to quit
And quite frankly I'm getting sick of it
From head to toe she's just a mess
To lock her away would be for the best
I really don't think anyone would care
If she went to her room and just stayed in there
For girls like her there is no hope
Just trying to find different ways to cope
Girls like her don't get the cute guy
No matter how hard they try and try
Girls like her grow old and alone
Never will there be a child in her home
She'll die one day but no one will care
They'll just put her in the ground and leave her there
No one to bury her in a proper grave
Just think of all the money that they'll save
With a nameless headstone and a coffin made of wood
Won't even use nails though they know they should
Girls like her have no