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...
Just One MoreIt's always just a little bit,Just One More2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just a little bit more
But deep down you know the score
Because there'll always be
Just one more.
Tell yourself whatever you want
Whatever you wanna hear
But deep down you'll always fear
That dangerous idea of
Just one more.
Lie to everyone 'til they see
'Til they see you for you
But deep down they'll never see through
'Cause there's that precious
Just one more.
These empty promises...These empty promises are a noose wrapped round our necks.These empty promises...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im tired of these lies that are littered around the floor,
Each one a tiny mine.
I am just waiting for us to blow.
We are speeding off this cliff,
At a frightening rate,
When we hit the bottom will it be too late?
I hold a gun in my hand,
It’s pointed at our heads.
This love is all I have,
It is all that we have left.
You hold on to my hand still,
But there is no warmth left.
Hostile words and empty stares,
Fill the air between our lips,
That have not met for so long
Now I see them moving
Saying "give me the gun".
You grab it from my hand,
I push right up against you.
The blackness fills our minds,
And a quiet space replaces
The life that we once had.
I think I might regret this...
Please don't ever..Please don't ever think that I would leave,Please don't ever..2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
No one catches my attention like you.
How your voice cuts my attention,
Or how I get lost in your eyes each time I gaze into them.
No one will ever hold my heart the way you do,
It cracks a little each time you think I would ever leave.
You're the best thing in my life.
You are my sunshine
the destruction of destructioni leavethe destruction of destruction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
&empty watter bottles
on your floor
in case you decide to forget me.
this is just our dynamic
this is just how our relationship works.
i read you chapters of the
strangest book i know
&you have me create
voices for each character.
i am most comfortable as the narrator,
but you like my crazier caricatures best.
it reminds me of how you like
the stranger ways my mind works,
&how you will pry sharp things
from my clawed fingers
&show up late for work
just to make sure i eat;
the hateful frustration i feel
when my body yearns for its
only to be thwarted by something
it can't control;
it reminds me of how you love
the parts of me i most hate,
&the way we can fight
as we go to bed
but before i fall asleep,
i nestle myself into
the curve of your back
&i am safe.
Less Than LostI tried finding itLess Than Lost1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the hips of a
on the way to Buffalo.
I tried finding it
in the obscene
rows of houses
In the petal
hair of girls
who do not
in the eyes of a
older than I'll ever be.
In the feather rain
In fields of indian corn
purple, yellow, blue,
On the backs of
freight trains, in
drugs and drugs.
I searched for it
in the flat, coastal
forever of Florida;
I searched for it in the
and in the ridges
of my nails,
I'm sorryNo more words left to say here,I'm sorry3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel numb, guilty, unclear,
No one with me to ease the pain,
No end, no recovery to gain,
All my wishes, the darkest dream,
My whole mind is filled with steam.
Happiness is what they see,
It's darkness what's inside of me,
"I'm happy," is what they hear me tell,
"I'm sorry," is what I want to yell.
The Reason I Love YouThe reason I love you,The Reason I Love You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now let me see....
Shall I compare you to a tree?
Your awesome and lovely
And with everyone you blend in naturally
Or, maybe that's not right....
How about the color white?
Because your spirits just as light
That shines into my deep dark life
And keeps me away from that horrid knife
Or maybe you're more than the sea
Calming and sweet to me
You roll on endlessly
Your love expands as far as the eye can see
Or maybe it's the sun
Faithful, to the one who your heart has won
Keeping me happy, through all the sadness
Tearing away my agonizing madness
Or, maybe you're just you, that's good too
Because none of them are as perfect, as you
The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a godThe Face At The Door2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
MarrowI caught my reflection by herMarrow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
silk spun lips; She was
as beautiful as the slender
moon. She doesn't say
hello too often but this
time she lingered quite a bit longer
than usual - so it sounded by the
ticks on the old grandfather
clock down the hall.
What a delicate heart she holds.
How heavy it must be to carry - I
could see the weight in her
rain cloud eyes. She has never looked
so sweet, to me, even with those
hollow bruises underneath. Terse
or not, I found my marrow. And while
I could not keep hold for long; it was
something that had been lost for such
a long time. It is still there, I see -
I have seen. How
hastily I fell for her disastrous nature.
She's so afraid, you can tell, but her
baby cheeks hide these dimples that
hold every ounce of her innocence.
So swollen and youthful, I dare not
touch the dream that is her velvet
skin, for I may break the most
fragile thing to ever be
kissed by the northern lights.
The Life of Revolution is the Love of HumanityI could not fall in loveThe Life of Revolution is the Love of Humanity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a person who is flesh and fingers -
bones that would break as
the only shield
defending their beliefs.
I could not leave them quaking,
strung up by vibrato whispers,
the tendrils of a shivering heart;
there would not be enough fire
to pass for passion, and keep it
each time I left the house
for one woman.
This woman who
is known of by many,
had by few, and her livelihood sung
- we would have parties;
revolutionary parties with
declarations of freedom.
I can not fall in love
with a person who is flesh and fingers-
bones that keep their heart locked
away in a chest brought by media
and false democracy;
if we must buy love,
let it be bought by the words
of the many. Only the unheard few
shall be those who hide behind boxes,
pretending buildings are spoken for
by billboards, and that the right
to humanity is the money in your bank
(a national lie;
a national debt).
If you cannot buy your rights,
it is preached that you can work for them;
buy a house, h
A Dying BreedI am--A Dying Breed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not an artist.
A writer, a mediocre one at that.
Not an artist.
I don't know what to do.
I'm a writer.
On an artist website.
It took years to get my niche.
And that niche is still small.
I don't belong, do I?
Another day of second guessing myself.
Another day of not measuring up to standards.
Empty the gallery.
Empty my mind.
Keep what's recent.
It'll be trashed just the same.
Nothing measures up.
A waste of space.
No one reads anymore, anyway.
A dying practice.
A dying... art.
I'm a writer.
Not an artist.
I paint with words.
Not with a brush.
No one reads anymore.
They look at pretty things.
Let others craft their imagination for them.
I am a writer.
A dying breed.
NaPoWriMo: Day 10 Have you ever been so cold, Sweetheart,NaPoWriMo: Day 102 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your knees q u a k e d like that Jenga piece
that buckled just before your whole foundation
& no matter
how many times
I've restarted your heart,
one would think
I'd grow tired,
I'm still writing you in poetry
(in the most inappropriate of places.)
You forced yourself beneath my blades
& my fingertips,
Licking unstable knees,
you were death on my tongue:
angry apricot eyes, unforgivable sin
scaring my limbs &
haunting my dreams.
& I'd still try to save your fucking life.
Three Thousand CrowsThree Thousand Crows2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three thousand crows lit upon a copper beech tree
One stayed behind; he spent the summer
ravishing in the corn fields
waiting as the moon turned pale in the frost
And yearning for the summertide again
Three thousand crows returned to the copper beech tree
Below was a shuddering wisp of a bird
black no longer black but ashen blue
onyx eye no longer onyx but veined coal
No name rested on the beech-bough where he fell
Never leaves one of its own
We all stay
Or we all suffer
Zombie haikuZombies cannot thinkZombie haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
like you living people do,
after your coffee.
DustYou could say I’mDust2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as little as the stardust that floats in the sun’s glow
(through sheer curtains)
when you’ve got nowhere else to look.
And they’d call it
blush pink but I wish I was as
tall as my scarlet heart.
I could see hair lines with droopy lids instead of
straining my neck with
Remember the time words bruised my cheeks?
And before the sob could even
burst from the dry back of my throat and
before the tears even
left my ducts
You hooked me with able arms and
I was not forlorn. You had
between sun streaks and I wish I
was again buried between the braided threads
of your blue shirt with closed eyes
and fingers in my hair.
$A substitute$2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is the dollar
You can have a
Bigger house to
We have holes
In our souls-
Break or burn;
HomeAs the darkness soothes me,Home3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will cry, I will fall,
As the rain embraces me,
I will lie and I will crawl.
As the melodie inspires me,
all the sorrows left behind,
I will try for killing me,
take this step with no rewind.
And as I'm lying here, gone,
my insanity has become far too real,
I realize that I don't miss anyone,
but still I don't know how I feel.
In my darkest dreams I'd missed,
all that I've now left be gone,
once been loved and once been hissed,
and finally returned at home.
one scribbleSometimes she remembersone scribble2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
back when she was a
little girl and she used
to stare at her mom
-my's signature and won
-der if she could ever
write as pretty as that
today she looks at
her own signature and
sees mommy in the
backwards threes as e's and
the balloons of o's
that letter stuck in
that awkward phase between
a u or a v
all strung on a vio
-lin string and played a sym
-phony of notes with
no keys or scale or sheets
and she stares and she
wonders if someone will
ever look at her
signature and stare and
and marvel and try
to mimic it and car
-ry that little memo
-ry of her mommy
and have her ghost visit
all the places we
wished and dreamed we could have
RideInfinite. That’s not a feeling. You can’t feel infinite.Ride2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My heart had never been so high. It must’ve flown from the tip of my tongue when we sang together and landed somewhere in the volatile sky. I thought I saw it with wings but it could’ve been some exhausted illusion like when you see colored spots in your vision that float around and begin again when you blink.
I want to remember that drive more than I'm able to. All that I'm certain of now is that I didn’t have to be in your arms to feel your warmth in the passenger seat; I felt your love in the scent of your breath when it circulated the car, when it swirled in my head. I had never known you better than I did when morning caught in my throat and a melody emerged; and when you sang too it was a growing conversation. For someone so much louder than I, I never would've known you were so poetically pensive.
I was chilled with the air of winter right outside the windows
A world imagined?If I were to breathe...A world imagined?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the wisp of a dragon’s flame,
or the dust of a faerie,
my thoughts would drift away
from the place others so sought after.
I would fly on the wings of a phoenix
to a world where creatures thought imagined,
roamed the land, sky, sea and space.
Centaurs and Griffins, elementals and sprites.
All the beings that brought my childhood to life.
“You could rule,”
I would say,
to the Kings, Mother Nature,
and all that could lead
and all that would if they could .
“Not rule,” all would say.
“Not govern,” all would cry.
“Just live,” all would concur.
Nothing was set in stone
and nothing was never free.
broken dishesgod dammit.broken dishes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i woke up today
feeling just as sick
as i did when i went to bed
i woke up today
wanting to break
in my house
just so i wouldn't be
the only thing
WeWe walk between empty mirrors, gracing those who have foreseen our lives.We2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We slither alongside shadows, banishing newborns from their knives.
Forsaken, our prey shriek, their joyful souls are forevermore meek.
Though, within them lies fear, a fear that we wish to seek.
Their speechless eyes wander aimlessly through our coats of despair and doom, seeing all with blind transparency except a cloud of gloom.
Our knowledge exceeds their beings, their fear is given without a fee.
Thus, always and forever shall we strike them down with glee.
WhyI struggle to be real; it's something I have fought withWhy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a long time. I am always, always afraid
that my real thoughts, real opinions, real motivations
will be judged. I am always afraid. I live my life
in the shadow of doubts, some inherited, some self-
invented, and I juggle thoughts behind what some call
sparkling wit, and I refer to, cliché as it is, as a mask.
I have thoughts that are locked in my head; I never really
let them out, and not necessarily because I don't want to,
but because my words are clumsy. They trip from my lips,
stutter all conversation to a grinding halt, and so my thoughts
stay safely locked inside my head while they grind
against my skull and ache my head. I do not have the adequate
words to talk about things; I do not know how to
approach the subject of how I watched your face drowning
in kitchen linoleum tile while you waited for someone
[but not just anyone] to save you and acknowledge your pain – but you
were trapped with a little girl w