VaseA broken heart can be excavated.Vase2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damaged tissue can be scrupulously removed
and the cracks can be sealed
with the molten trails of gold solidified.
The upturned cavity,
once proofed against further damage,
can become a pulsing vase for tulips,
because even though your heart has been broken
it is still valuable beyond comparison.
Show me what the stars look like tonight.I’ve fallen in love with wars & darkness.Show me what the stars look like tonight.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
The Beautiful PeopleI try to meet up.The Beautiful People3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try so so hard.
Lotions and potions.
Creams and cuts.
Brushes and dabbing.
But it's never enough.
I feel below them.
But I want to be with them.
I hate them with all my love.
How I want to be like them.
They get all the attention.
They get all the love.
People throw it at them
And they beg for it like starving children.
I hate their faces.
But I want one like it.
But I am of some sorts glad...
I am not one of them.
For their souls are rotted like spoiled fruit.
They hide behind the pretty mask
That I wish resembled me.
But I Still.
I just wish I was stronger than them
I Met MeToday I met a girl,I Met Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and she asked, "How are you?"
"Just fine," I replied.
She said, "No, tell me what's true."
Perplexed, I stopped and stared.
She was young, no older than eight.
Her eyes were still innocent.
They knew no hate.
"What did you say?"
I asked in confusion.
"You know what I mean," she said.
This girl was in a delusion.
Trying to be kind,I replied,
"No I do not."
She frowned and replied,
"You lie quite a lot."
Now I was agitated.
What does this girl know?
Acting like she's so intelligent.
I'll just tell her to go.
"Let me explain!"
She exclaimed in haste.
"I know you're not alright.
I know you feel misplaced."
How in the world?
Who is this little girl?
"But I'm here to say you'll be alright.
Though your friends will leave,
leave you feeling alone and cold,
you'll find a reprieve."
"So just stay strong
because I know you can do it."
How? Who are you?
I wished she would quit.
Suddenly it was silent,
and I turned to see,
but there was no one there at al
My Own HellI think of waysMy Own Hell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To waste away
With this time left unpaid
I sit and reflect
On the breath in my chest
And the words left unsaid
I rot and writhe in darkness
My heart helpless and a mess
Filled with this sick unrest
I look up and see nothing
I look inside and see worse than nothing
I watch the lies and hear the sighs
The lonely breaths of emptiness
Into an empty world only I know
The one I created for myself
You may breach the castle walls
But the stone will never crumble
And the fortress will never fall
Who hears the cries of a helpless child
Who hears the cracking of a broken heart
Who hears the death of a dying smile
Watch the words twist in agony
Writhing upon the cold hard ground
Burning to ash like paper set to flame
A dead world unknown to others
Wrapped in words of hurt
And fires that burn forever
The plains of Hell never looked so heavenly
Bipolar DisorderLook over your shoulder. They're watching you.Bipolar Disorder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tighten your stomach muscles.
Bounce your leg up and down.
"Are you okay?"
Don't say anything.
Feel it, feel the thoughts melting from your mind.
"What are you doing?"
They're behind you.
Kill them before they kill you.
Please save me.
Crazy. You're crazy.
No one wants you.
Pull the trigger.
"Please tell me what's wrong."
You wouldn't understand.
"Who are you? I don't know you anymore."
I'm a nobody.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
... "I don't know."
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
DisappearWishing to disappearDisappear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never to existed in their mind
no reason to cheer
this is why I was designed
there's a cloud over me and its raining knives
all smiles are faked
no one hears his cry's
as he sits there shivers and shakes
doesn't even try to reach out because there's nothing there
only my own numb stare
no desire to fight the devils wrenches
would anyone notice if I could disappear
because Im starting to feel warm in these trenches
would they even shed a tear?
Sick of the acting
let me compost with the dirt
live????..... ill think Ill be passing
lets make sure this hurts
still wishing to disappear
lets seal this coffin with a drop of blood and a tear
I Have WalkedI have walked through hell.I Have Walked2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have pushed through its fires.
I have walked over needles and daggers with flaming arrows being fired.
I have walked through blizzards.
I have walked through freezing rain.
I have walked across thin ice and seen the cracks as it gives way.
I have walked over mountains.
I have felt their sharp edges.
I have stumbled over loose rocks and clung to the ledges.
I have walked the smooth paved roads,
And slipped on the smaller gravel paths too.
And felt the thorns tug at me as I pressed through the world to make a new.
But I have danced through meadows.
I have felt the soft grass underfoot.
The tingling of the summer sun and frolicked through brooks.
I have walked in light flurries.
Watched my footprints imprint in the gentle snow.
And I knew I’d left my mark behind, that my presence might affect someone not even known.
And I have marched into the deep oceans
I have walked through the swirling seas.
Only to emerge once again, complete and having faced a cha
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesSo much time, so little to do2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
Wonder.Do you fear your own death?Wonder.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.
Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.
Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.
But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.
It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...
I'm afraid of how I'll
Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?Mind, oh Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So much to be sad about, so much that could be
Going wrong for everyone, going wrong for you.
Smiley face, smiley face, don't you feel it too?
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever tell?
So much could be going great, going oh so well
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever see?
Life is spend much better when your thinking thoughts of glee.
Mind, oh mind, why can't you agree?
Thinking everything at once is slowly killing me...
The Clock StruckThe Clock Struck3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clock struck nine
The illusion of a beautiful woman
What madness can this be?
She is calling out to me
My name my name on her lustful lips
And now my hands pressed on her hips
Oh! Her smile! Her caress!
That croon which must be blessed!
The clock struck ten
The temptations of a temptress
This woman, so beautiful in every way,
With my heart, she does recklessly play
Her eyes so dark, yet brightly glowing
Her hair so soft and gently flowing
Her skin so silky cannot be soiled
But to the touch, is so deathly cold
The clock struck eleven
The prayer without the belief
What this gorgeous being is, I don't bother
Yet hold silent prayer to our heavenly father
But now's not the time to worry with such strife
For tonight may be the rest of my ungodly life
My heart beats profoundly in my chest
"I love you" my words solemnly confessed
The clock struck twelve
The love of a man unloved
"Of course you do" my love left unreturned
But with her so near, I was unco
Ribcagesi know i said i don'tRibcages2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
believe in love, but
there are cavernous sighs
and echoes and calls
from deep within the dark
and from somewhere in the night,
welling up in my ribcage,
"it enthralls me, and i want it."
The Puppet MasterDon't feel likeThe Puppet Master4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I belong anymore.
I wasn't positive earlier,
but now I am sure.
or running away.
I wish I could escape
to the better days.
Haunting from the past,
Wishing, for a single moment,
I could be happy.
Rollercoaster of emotions,
sinking low in life.
Wish I could end it
with a pointed, sneering knife.
I'm lying to all of you.
It isn't what has happened,
it's always what you do.
Who cares of the past;
put it behind you now.
Don't let was had happened
drag you deep and down.
Thing are never as bad
as you think they are.
Even in the darkness
there are a thousand stars.
You are a single star,
so vast and alone.
But there are others around you,
that add to your glow.
Don't torture yourself,
it's simply not fair.
Don't live in the past
and let the scars tear.
Look back once,
then move ahead.
The past won't make you a person;
it'll make you a puppet instead.
Apocalpyse ChildStanding alone amongst ruins of rubbleApocalpyse Child3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waits a little angel with eyes expressing fear.
She wears a dress of shining so light and clear
And in her palm she holds her teddy so tight;
Whilst scarlet skies turn black to herald trouble.
Flames fly high over her raven crown without care;
Scorching grim ground beneath her feet,
But this is no angel that any army can defeat.
She'll break bullets with breath of a terrified sound
And she'll tame those who torment with her stare.
Standing alone amongst wreckage of war;
Sings a little angel with hands howling pain.
She walks in boots of mourning so brash and vain
And in her gaze she wields her hate so harsh;
Whilst grey graves turn red to blind disaster.
Explosions erupt low under her toes pale by pity;
Burning stagnant skin revealing her mystery,
But this is no angel that anarchy will have victory.
She'll crack courage with cries of a mortified sin
And she'll humble those who hurt with her ferocity.
Standing alone amongst concrete of carnage,
You'd think twiceYou'd think twice,You'd think twice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you would.
If you knew the truth
of what I've done.
I've hurt myself,
and I can't promise
I won't do it again.
I'm broken down,
and not very pretty
in the first place
so if you knew everything else
you would think twice
I know almost certainly.
For why have someone that is
broken and insecure
when you can have
someone with less problems?
why go after me,
when there's someone better?
who has no scars,
who has not hurt their family.
someone that is not damaged.
yes I'm pretty sure
you would think twice
about liking me
if you knew the whole truth.
because why have me
when there's someone
that isn't broken
SchizophreniaSmile.Schizophrenia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What are you doing?"
Trying to escape.
Look behind you.
Are they there?
You'll never understand it.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your ears.
They want you to die.
They're out for you.
Shut the door.
Lock it again.
"Are you okay?"
You'll never make it.
Fall to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you going through?"
"What's wrong with you?"
... "I don't know."
Lost in ThoughtI feel my lips move,Lost in Thought2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Yet no noise is heard,
This silence does prove,
My vision becomes blurred,
The light dims from my eyes,
No more can I see the skies,
The pain I no longer feel,
How shall I distinguish what is real,
Left alone to my own mind,
And the insanity I will find
Suffering of PuppetsTug one string, whip him roundSuffering of Puppets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Contort him in malevolent ways
"Oh dear," ― a ripping sound ―
"Poor thing's seen too many plays."
Pull him this'a way
― An' that'a way ―
And back again,
Until his time's done.
Suddenly, up goes his head ―
But without a tug of the thread.
He whispers, nigh-silently, his plight,
defiantly: "What gives you the right?"
He wraps loose string about his arms,
Pulls, and his master he disarms.
Indignantly: "You'll curse the day
That you denied us any say
As to the workings of these foul plays."
Breaking the strings that bind him;
He's breaking the rules,
― And all reservation inside him.
"We're tired of being taken for fools!"
The puppet turns, and speaks to me:
Throw off the chains of oppression;
It's as easy as breaking the strings!
Forget profit, that capitalist obsession
And the puppets will, with you, sing
"No more gods,
No more masters!
No more slaves,
Nor economic disasters."
We'll go our sepa
DmuchawceRysują się wysoko na niebieDmuchawce3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blade, swobodne i lekkie
Pędzą na ramionach wietrzyków
Cichutkie, spokojne i miękkie
Słodkie, drobne, tycie marzenia
Śnieżne sny, bliskie i mgliste
Te opływają nasze serca
Śnieżne łzy, niewinne i czyste
Chaotic MasterThe chaos you bringChaotic Master2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I can see it in your eyes
You are the one who will lead
The world to its demise
Your apparent identity
Is a manifestation of chaos
A request for sympathy
To show all that you have lost
A contract of loyalty to you
I am just a stepping stone
Something to take advantage of
While you are left alone
This chaotic painting
Such a gruesome work of art
A beautiful catastrophe
To tear your hopes apart
Still, I cannot breathe
Whatever shall I do?
I cannot even lift my arms
To bring them close to you
I could have foreseen this
These shadows from above
Howling at the tyranny
That took away my love
F.O.R.G.I.V.E.F is for Feelings,F.O.R.G.I.V.E.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pain, anger, guilt.
O is for Outrage,
mountains from molehills built.
R is for Reasoning,
let common sense in.
G is for Genuine,
let healing begin.
I is for Ignore,
those screaming for vengeance.
V is for Validity,
give mercy a chance.
E is for Empathy,
support and don't revile.
Forgiveness is stronger,
than revenge or defile.
the one that lets it reside.
Forgiveness the one thing
that we all have inside.
The betrayal and anger,
that's felt can be so stark.
Often, I'll admit, it leaves
some emotional mark.
Forgiveness can strengthen,
if you just allow.
Forgiveness can build a bridge,
it's a start, anyhow.
LullabyLullaby3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strawberry gambols in parachute vibes
parade through an echoing hall.
Spurning advances of adjacent wires
stretched cross mahogany bow.
The battering hum of the violet decent
made clear a path through my head.
A road trimmed with rhythm and harmonized jewels
lulls us to sleep in our beds.
We dream through the sequence
Til dawn shakes us wide.
Our butterfly eyelashes calm
the creases which rounded the vase of our eyes;
They ached from the light's gentle palm.