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The Memory of WingsMy wings were of gossamer feathers,The Memory of Wings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like ivory tipped with gold,
Carrying me to the many places
My young eyes wished to behold.
I could fly anywhere I wanted,
The sunlight on my back,
Glinting off my feathers
Until the sky turned black.
I freed all of the innocents
And fought the evils of the world:
There was nothing I couldn’t vanquish
When my wings were unfurled.
There were never any boundaries,
No limit to where I would go,
From vivid forests to the ocean blue,
I soared above the sand, the ice, the snow.
I ran with wolves in the night-time
And was a queen by the day;
Gracing new worlds with my heart
Until my wings carried me away.
I didn’t ever realize it,
Until it was too late:
My wings gradually began to shed
And to slowly fade away.
I suppose I stopped dreaming,
Somehow favouring the ground,
Forgetting the undiscovered places
And the answers I never found.
Each ivory plume faded
Until they were each a sickly grey;
I was left with shadows on my back
And I could no long
write what hurtsi'm here to tell youwrite what hurts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about fire and living
& how both burn even if you ignore them
it's not about what feels good
it's about what doesn't
cornering what hurts
and exposing it
really displaying it
pedestal on high
for what it is
and not what it pretends to be
you are not living
until you hurt
you can't be alive
if all you know is comfort
comfort is only a sign
that you are doing what you know
it is admittance of limitation
because you are human
and only know so much
and it's agonising to think
that you can be comfortable with that
and not want to reach out
and touch every thing you find
and read every book you see
and hear every sound you can
because enough is never enough
is never enough is always
This is My RageLet it fall,This is My Rage2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let it crash down around me.
I don't care anymore.
Let it burn,
Let me suffer.
It's all I do anymore.
This is my rage
This is my anger.
I've finally given up.
Let it hurt,
Let it die.
You can't save me,
So don't try.
WalkTogether we walked with skin that metWalk7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not yet one body, but two that had joined
We smiled and said things we truly meant
And happiness had gotten into us
Sometimes we would step and our feet would be in time
We'd hop over the cracks in the sidewalk's stone
And sometimes we'd miss a step and you'd fall behind
I'd take your hand again and then we'd be fine
You put inches between us
In the spaces between our ribs
I closed the spaces with melted rubber
And you let it slide again
Our appendages disentangled
We untied our knots but we walked together
And for almost a week you kept your mouth shut
You let me inhale the sound of our steps
The two of us walked side-by-side
On concrete streets by passing cars
You told me you didn't know what to feel
So I'll feel and you won't have to again
And maybe someday when we're walking together
Our hands will not touch
And a stranger will turn to their neighbor and say
I wonder what's gotten into them?
The ArtistThere is a crack in the door,The Artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A fissure in the musty wall,
A break in the monotonous white.
The eyes of the night stare in,
Dilated pupils stretched into slits,
Looking for a soul to collect.
I am the artist,
A tangle of hair tied into a knot,
Bent over an old desk.
There is a light in the corner,
A broken spectrum,
Blanketed by matted spider webs.
They watch me as my hand moves,
Painting the world in word,
Cracked lips deprived of moisture.
My eyes have become the night,
Opening and closing to the world,
Only seeing a story.
It is unfolding,
Building like the new highway upstate,
Unfurling like a new blossom.
I am learning how to become,
Learning how to fly with the masses,
Learning how to use these broken wings.
They fold behind me and haunt me,
Follow me as I scrawl a story,
Never leading, just submissive to my movement.
I wish the night was blind,
Destroyed lenses like the camera,
Cracking to pieces in my white hands.
It sees me as I begin to fall into the world,
The beautiful drea
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.Missing Pieces.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
perpetuation of a speciesi feel like sexperpetuation of a species3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
warm and sticky
and close and sometimes
a little dark with shame
but that doesn't make me
that just makes me normal
and not just human
it makes me universal
and no one can look at me
with true displeasure
because the one who did
would be the one who
was never here.
Hope Dies At LastMoths;Hope Dies At Last1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of dreams long gone
dead and passed –
They ache for the love
but their blind groping
for the truth
In the end,
all moths die
as Icarus –
as infantile projections
of our innocence
as hope too, dies at last.
I TriedI did my damnedest to forgetI Tried4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about the way he made me feel.
That, uh-holy amalgamation of
sickness and happiness
I had come to call
I tried so hard,
so hard to get over
that remarkable beauty.
Those compassionate eyes,
that trim physique,
have stayed with me.
Against my will,
to love him.
VanishVanish4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sometimes I wish that I could just disappear
I wish that I could vanish
Go somewhere where there is complete silence
So there is nothing to hear
I could cry all I wanted to
And no one would ever know
I could scream in pain as loud as I would like
And there would be nothing anyone could do
Questioning my very own existence
Comparing my myself to others
And look out onto the distance
At times I feel depressed, sad and lonely
For no apparent reason
Like I have some form of hypophrenia
I should learn how to take life slow
And just go with the seasons
Why does it seem like my life is harder than everyone elses?
Why does God put me through this?
It seems kind of selfish
No one else besides me knows this
But when I look in the mirror, I feel disgusted
I can't help but see the one thing I lucked out on
And those simple times th
Morning haikuA burning sunriseMorning haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The eyes catch fire
Wash my face in the pond
BewusstseinUnd weil ich dich habe,Bewusstsein2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lasse ich los,
lasse mich fallen
in deinen Schoß,
Bin ich und nichts,
fühle mich durch dich,
dadurch die Musik,
es ist alles so klar,
es ist bewusst.
find ich mich,
verlier ich mich,
und werde wieder eins.
Not Your TomorrowI am not your tomorrow,Not Your Tomorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not your crashing ocean waves,
Not your ruby sunset or sapphire swells.
I am not your envy,
Not your cold reflection,
Not your jagged knife or darkened shroud.
I am not your music,
Not your sifted melody,
Not your ivory keys or silver harp strings.
I am not your south,
Not your north,
Not your aging map or glass compass.
I am not your wings,
Not your escape,
Not your trickling hourglass or locked journal.
Find MeI hear youFind Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the chilled
In the clear
staring at me
with the hint
on my eyelashes
My soul wishes
to be consumed
Can you see me?
from the flowers
in shop windows.
through the cracks
in the sidewalk.
Can you hear?
Every wind chime
my love songs.
I can feel
pour through me
like a hot spring.
I'm a vapour
in the air
that you breathe.
I will fall
with the rain
if it means
that I might
in my eyes,
on my lips.
In the evenings,
I fall asleep
"I love you."
by now the bathroom tiles are stainedand i'm sitting hereby now the bathroom tiles are stained2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slathered in water droplets and
a bright light about to
meet my skull.
ground breaking into
fourteen hundred hundred pieces.
the rain isn't rain anymore because
it’s stopping two inches
hits the ground
and my ankles are dry but
the rest of me isn't because my mom
always told me never to get
my feet wet so i don’t catch
and i'm only fourteen
episodes in and my
shoulders are too bony and
my fingers never touch
the broken bones scattered across the
bathroom tiles. i let a
broken machine control
my life and every single goddamn
day it disappoints me. numbers
can’t be low enough but
they only go lower and
lower. i’ve been
searching and waiting for the right words
to be written on the page
but all that comes out is scribbles.
my life a lie and i’m the one telling it.
PetlaW szalonym ogniu gaśnie światPetla2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
co go utkałam z włókien śnienia
i jeszcze tylko echo gra
ostatnie strzępy uwielbienia.
Coś wysypało się z mych rąk
coś co trzymałam dotąd mocno
historia znów zatoczy krąg
znów będę zbierać marę nocną
znów będę błagać o ten chleb
co mi go cień podaje z rzadka
i znów z osieroconych nieb
wybiorę gwiazdy do ostatka.
Usypię w dole szary piach
posieję wiatr by go rozwiewał
ułożę w stos z odwagą strach
a tam urodzi się nadzieja.
I pęknie ziarno w zimny świt
i zakiełkuje nowym czasem
a potem będzie mi się śnić
to co się stanie z moim światem
wybuchną wojny przyjdzie śmierć
z której kiełkuje blade życie
a ty me słońce w mękach świeć
by byt mógł stawać się w niebycie
aż przyjdzie znowu taki
One Direction poemthe British-Irish lads i knewOne Direction poem3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
from the bottom of my heart
the perfect men in the world
i could never tear them apart.
The five guys show you the way
to a delicate world
you got something to say to them
you're their favorite girl
every time i touch the sky
it could see the clouds
i spread my wings and fly
i could be allowed
the five guys that had the section
beyond every erection
i could be in 5 selections
yes they're One Direction
MarriageMarriage4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
marriage is a flower, that blooms on any day
when emotions begin to tower, and hate is left to stray
it blooms on a wintry dawn, or maybe a summer night
leaving envious to fawn, until the break of light
nurtured by love, the fauna stands tall
pure as a white dove, cool as the autumn fall
love I loathe
You I hate
You I love
prince coming late
blood stained dove
A More Vulpine ExplanationHeartbreak is often lamented in cage-bird songs,A More Vulpine Explanation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mockingbirds, nightingales, mourning doves—
soothing cries for loveless nests and hopeless romantics
waking up the morning after or stumbling into the lonely afternoon.
Little feathered hearts bring up memories tucked away in shoe boxes,
regrets heaped in laundry baskets or shoved under beds,
and catchy little tunes with forgettable lyrics to match the faces of
the ones who answered to “Baby.”
Consider, however, the vixen at four in the morning:
a more relatable beast, red and screaming passion over a mate
that could take her or leave her while everyone else is trying to sleep—
all this in the dead of winter when everyone has cold feet.
She, beautifully feral, won’t serenade mirrors or
empty wallpapered rooms, but instead curses
the wind and rye for the possibility of one more night
with him—that is, until the birds start singing again.
force-love ratioi'm fairly certainforce-love ratio2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if i held on any tighter
to the piece of coal in my hand,
it would turn into a diamond.
though if you take a pearl
and divide it by the weather,
what you’re left with
and the remainder; the feeling
that you just damaged something small
we are crumbling like talc
Winter HeartFrozen solid, her heart will not beat,Winter Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Summer over, arctic winds won’t retreat,
All warmth and light has fled,
And you won’t last long there,
Her heart it’s a tundra in winter,
A winter heart, all dead.
The snow falling your love a breeze,
You won’t last long, you'll just freeze
Icicles from the past have froze her core,
Only warm hearts will change the season
Her heart it’s a tundra in winter
A winter heart, you've fallen for
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -Beyond Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?