this is our burdenmy soul song is the
tea kettles whistle
it expells steam like spirits
and we all wish
we could banish our demons
these walls are held up
by kind ghosts and curious ghosts
they make a house a home
if you let them
why do you think
the sight of a newly vacant lot
is more sorrowful than
the childrens vacant eyes?
we all carry water vapor inside us,
things that tie us down
to this concrete ground
but we are not tea kettles
and my lips
cannot form the whistle-notes
to expel ghosts
so i carry them
we carry them
I, ApostropheLabel me the apostrophe.I, Apostrophe2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Providing union prophecies
and communion plays
to quench your exotic fixations
Coaxing your child-caliber -
through coated girth and doubt.
Naming off syllables of sitcoms
till re-runs act as lungs -
breathing mediocrity as genius
and sewing smiles securely to your lips.
Undoubtedly, the quill tip sips
the prayers you pray for me
because no man's sonnet reeks or bleeds
such as this nomad's need.
Ignorantly, my bliss poises your beauty
and admits that I -
am your sole apostrophe.
The CrowBirthed before the white flames of snow, is a crow of intellect with a darkened glow.The Crow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A glow from the shadows, deathly and grey, it dwells within souls of the crow's mindless prey.
Such blood-filled specimens without a clue or a light, they wander the deep oceans without knowledge of fright.
Dimensions of fear drown their pitiful eyes, the crow only watches them from above the black skies.
It scavenges their bodies and devours their hearts, nevermore seeing humanity as it ignores and departs.
CryDon’t cry anymoreCry2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
For the fighting is over
Except within us
Inside Out.Inside Out.Inside Out.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you love my insides?
You know the parts you can’t see.
The parts that constructively divide,
All the places where you can’t be.
Do you love my internals?
You know all my unexploited crevices.
All the words I leave out of my journal.
The soft tissue areas that offer no benefits.
Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know the boring and bloody parts.
The features that are not made for kissing.
The invisible strokes that add to this body of art.
You see it’s my exterior that attracts you
But it’s my interior that made this possible.
So when my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
Don’t be so swift to class me as distrusting and illogical.
I need to know and to understand.
That you truly love me for who I am.
Even the parts of me you cannot see
Because those are the places where I want you to be.
Anxious HesitationAfraid I'll mess up,Anxious Hesitation2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But even more afraid that
I already have.
My DearestPainfully enslaved before the Shadows Lord, my dearest lost her ebony sword.My Dearest2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her mind trapped soullessly beneath his eyes, it was given up prior to her demise.
Chained mercilessly to doubts and oblivion's mind, her being ceased to care if it ever became blind.
Turmoil and voices forever ran through her mind, they spoke of the sword and where it had been twined.
Twined of stitched ligaments, and never seen hearts, my darling ran from the dungeon to uncover their parts.
But alas during her journey she was brutally slain, her blood boiled in her eyes, and never found was her brain.
Messsage in a bottleSometimes people cry out for help,Messsage in a bottle2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I think we all have witnessed it,
We watch them break,
We watch their tears,
And we see something in their eyes,
The last piece of hope,
The hope that as well could be a message in a bottle.
Who will ever know if someone noticed that tiny little bottle in the ocean,
Or if they did,
Did they pick it up?
I have seen a lot of bottles in my time,
And most of the time I pick them up,
But I notice quite a few times I don´t,
It is like they become invisible,
Even if they scream loudly right in front of you,
I think something is wrong,
Why do we leave the bottle in the ocean?
I clearly can see they need help,
And I see it,
I really do,
How can you pretend not to?
HopeSometimes we will break apart,Hope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like pieces of shatterd glass
scatter across the floor,
to fast for one to grasp.
We'll fall to desolation,
and be hunted by our foes,
surrounded by sorrow and darkness
as all windows seem to close.
Be left wanton and abandoned,
in silence, scared and alone
a shadow of old greatness,
with a new king at OUR throne
Yet we will rise from own ashes,
and grab life by its horns.
Understand the beauty of the world
beyond the bloody thorns.
Correct our own delusions,
and right our own mistakes.
Begin the journey of miles,
with every small step we take.
Look toward a new beginning,
as we heal and learn to cope.
Start fresh on a new chapter
for we always will have hope.
UsCursed upon our tattered souls, is a melting bell that never tolls.Us2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thrust forth into the streets of madness, our mothers deceived us, for they gambled with sadness.
Such purity that once was has morphed into dust; betrayed, deformed, and abandoned trust.
Unseen by clear eyes our beings fought by, preventing the restless from entering the sky.
Alas, here we lie under stones of dead souls, with our books in our hands as the melting bell tolls.
EnoughI'm so very tired of your brainless children, writhing in their own spit and dirt, clogging the blind from attempting to see, attempting to see the meaning of "hurt."Enough2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As if serenity left the home of elegance; such turmoil has fallen upon me.
Unseen within the fog of elimination, your soul has ceased within thee.
Protected, nay, thou is not, from the deathly whispers and your everlasting naught.
For I am darkness without a rhyme, without forgiveness and sparing of time.
Blood Stained VanityAlone,Blood Stained Vanity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shaking calmly in a cold sweat,
Cross legged on bed, head in hands,
A stuttered breath:
Nails begin scraping flesh and bone,
Hair tearing to get at the thoughts,
Biting lip to bear the pain, and stop the tears,
Yet a part wants it to continue,
Wants it to grow,
Until there’s nothing left.
In the dark sat in utter loathe,
Blood stained vanity and silent screams,
Tearing mind from inside out,
Until it shows upon flesh.
Breaking words only to self,
No desire to burden others,
Facing it alone,
Or at least,
Apologies to all of caring heart,
Inner conflict never a quick war,
Peace though found in your comfort,
Great peace, and happiness,
A resolution only found in self,
And until it is and mind settled,
Nights of terror and pain will sadly occur.
OuvertYou were the one who showed me how to breatheOuvert2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How to open my mind and my eyes;
to the emptiness and vast
beauty (see also: suffering)
of the world around us; to touch
(and feel the sunshine on our backs)
and when my eyes opened
and with it came the slam of a door
you were afraid of what you saw
(left naked in the streets)
the abstract ebbs and flows of your
I was jealous at how miraculous it was
(without the necessity to go with gears and symmetrical lines)
you exiled yourself
closed the world away and turned to a darker corner where you could be alone with your thoughts
(Oh how I know those corners as well)
with the idea that you were not exiling yourself
you were banished (mais la verité te libérera)
you almost turned around completely
your back facing my front,
and I saw in your eyes:
The watery image of an old person,
weary with age
and in your irises (deeper to your retinas)
Thou Shall BurnClench my soul, go right ahead; ignite your flesh and I shall deem you dead.Thou Shall Burn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dance with fire and thou shalt be burned, scorched to deformity with your soul never returned.
Exceed your limits, turn away your falls, shall the trials begin beneath the walls?
Oh yes, they shall, my dearest thing, for your fate will rest within this ebony ring.
Such glory was enthralled into my soul, how you plead for its power, its superiority, its toll.
Though alas you've proven not worthy of it all, hence your death shall be remarkable, forever now you shall fall.
Sunset SilhouetteI lay the rose on your grave.Sunset Silhouette2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Today I stop being brave.
The time taken to grieve.
Given as a small reprieve.
The tears I let fall are trapped in midnight.
Brought on by the still twilight.
My eyes scan the horizon-
As night takes the forgiven.
The stars capture my eyes-
While the dark takes the sky.
I hope that you can see me-
That I might just make it yet.
As I stare into the sun-
My eyes capture your Sunset Silhouette
My hands shake-
As the world quakes.
A small release of pent-up rage-
Tears of ink upon a page.
My words can’t bring you home.
Until they can I’ll roam alone.
Within the sun I see your ghost-
But it’s your presence I miss the most.
Though I know you’re still watching-
I’ll always be left wanting.
To make you proud-
And see your face within a crowd.
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.Living a Lie.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.
When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.
As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.
You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.
But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool
Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than twice?
Despite my preaching I can never take my own advice.
I've realised that this aggression is a part of you
And because I can never dare to part from you.
I have to believe the love you have for me is true.
Sometimes you have to take a lie not for what it is
But for the truth and reality it suspends.
Withdraw your vengeful tongue and revert it into a kiss.
StoriesSomewhere between your dusty pagesStories2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lost myself for what seemed like ages
Somewhere between those little black words
I found myself another world
And along the lines you've given me
I finally set myself free
I'm not me anymore
I'm a Hobbit, a fairy. I'm Superman, I'm Thor
I'm a dwarf, I'm an elf, and I'm even a mermaid
I'm a tin man, a dragon. I'm Rapunzel with a braid
I'm what you think I am and all that you never will
I'm an ocean, I'm a desert. I'm a mountain and a hill
I'm the hero that will save you, or the villain that won't
I'm everything you want to happen or something that you don't
And when I shut your leather binds
I'll hide you where nobody finds
And dream about you in my sleep
I'll count your pages instead of sheep
And when I wake up I will write
All the memories in your light
A poem that will set you free
A secret just for you and me
I can never sayI picked it up, all the pieces of my broken heart.I can never say2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The heart he took advantage of and tore it all apart.
And now here you are standing so true,
Asking if my heart could belong to you.
I don't want to hurt you.
I don't want to make you hate me.
I don't know what to do
Because you ask what can never be.
I'm sorry but you can never have my heart.
I'm sorry but I don't want to get torn apart.
I'm sorry if I'm still caught up in yesterday.
I'm sorry I had to come and take your heart away.
I didn't want things to end the way they did
And if I still believed in love
You are the one I'd spend my life with.
But I can't never say it to you.
No, I can never say that I love you too.
Friend Zone.Friend Zone.Friend Zone.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just can never seem to get it right.
How can she say that I am not her type?
After the constant phone calls and the facebook messages
And listening to you talk about all of your annoying relatives.
I thought that you and I could’ve been something.
I know now you think all guys are just after one thing.
Especially after the last guy and what he did to you
And I thought since I was the person you came running to.
That maybe, eventually there could be something between us
And you would believe me when I say I am not thinking of my penis.
When I say I long to hear your voice, even if it's only for a little while
And I love the way your delicate dimples develop whenever you smile.
I even love the way you chew your nails wildly whenever you’re nervous.
So when my suppressed feelings for you begin to pierce through the surface
And I confess all of the affection held captive in my chest.
You say that you love me but you can only see me as a best...
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Frozen StarlightSolid starlight beam,Frozen Starlight2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Photon Congo line.
Each born of fusion,
To squirm through desolate space,
Die in my retina.
ScarsI’ve spent far too many yearsScars2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
painting on my skin.
In shades of red and silver;
I can’t find where it begins.
My medium takes too long to dry
and the mistakes will never fade;
placed upon me in white lines
that can never be unmade.
It’s hard to leave pain behind
when it is written on your wrists—
art I could never understand,
and couldn’t quite resist.
A permanent reminder
of things that I have been;
Sorrow lasts forever
when it is cut into your skin.
HospitalsThe doctors are running, tearing down the hallsHospitals2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The nurses are franticly racing through all doors
Mothers are crying and digging nails into their skin
While the fathers are too shocked to let anything get in
Heartbeats are zigzagging across monitor screens
While IV therapy swings as if caught in a breeze
Rooms are all darkened with shadows ready to leap
Cleaning products so strong that your soul wants to weep
The white walls are fading to a dull painful red
Changing the sad hospital into a place full of dread
The noise starts to fall away to pitch perfect silence
As I look around and witness acts of pure violence
All the yelling and screaming is now a dull roar
The tears are all washed up inside my cold core
Buzzes and beeps are finally mixing together
Until all that’s left is the darkness that’s forever
Natural and unnaturalAs my sixth written piece i decided to write about concerns over natural and unnatural views:Natural and unnatural2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
After reading a section on the R&D on a way to make meat from single cells thus creating meat without the need for breeding and slaughter of animals, I asked the question : "If we can eat meat without the need to slaughter animals, who's going to complain?"
The only rejection to this idea that I have found is that it's natural to kill and eat animals, while I was quick to admit this, lets think about this clearly.
We no longer would need stupid amounts of land for cattle, which is one of the main reasons poor countries are being torn apart and forests removed, which is a fundamental problem adding to the destruction of the environment and ozone layer.
We are humans, we are becoming better and better daily. Soon enough it will be us who says what is natural because guess what? We got here through progression and our natural abilities. It's not a question of what is natural.