Keep RunningSomething broken, or something deadKeep Running2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and everything that was ever said
Punches, bruises, sticks and stones
and everything that broke my bones
to words they said would never hurt,
to a shoe that kicked my face with dirt
Yes, these tears are made by you
but even tears don't make lies true
Tears that dampened my pillow case
tell a story that you could never chase
and I'll keep running until I die
Because you'll never catch me, I'll watch you try
A Writer's ApologyI'm sorryA Writer's Apology2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stayed up late
Last night again
I stayed up too long reading
Last night again
But how can you expect
For me to sleep with all these ideas
In my head
How can you expect
For me to rest with all these untold stories
In my head
I can't risk
Sleeping and losing
Because I can't risk
Becoming another face in the crowd, not following
So I guess I'm sorry
Just ban me from everything so I won't
One day I'll cause someone else to
InsanityFrom the suffering I comeInsanity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bleeding through the eyes,
The hope is now gone
Drowned in your cries.
A sudden scream, the agonys so loud,
You drop to your knees,
Pray to God to help you out,
But once again, He has let you down.
Not able to move,
Not able to speak,
Life is so cruel,
And always was, it seems.
Youve lost your will,
Youre getting weak,
Your body has collapsed
And so have your dreams.
Your mind gives up,
But you still want to fight,
Strength seeps out through your wrists
So you just fall down.
Then comes the peace,
So desired and calm.
Your head is now empty
And so is your heart.
Theres no more pain,
No memories, nor hopes.
Sweet and bright,
Settling down in your mind.
Your new I
The Story of Little DollThere once was a doll with a broken, heart face,The Story of Little Doll2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without a pretty smile, no one remembered her name.
She sat without friends amongst the cuddly toys,
And got picked up and threw about by some of the rowdier boys.
Her porcelain was chipped and she was missing a curl,
She looked more like a monster than a sweet little girl!
The shopkeeper couldn’t sell her so he kept her by the till.
‘Not for sale’- she never sat by the window sill.
It was a fear, in the shop, that she would scare customers away,
So little doll watched people pass, collecting dust every day.
And sometimes, perchance, when she caught sight of herself,
She thought about throwing her body from the edge of the shelf.
Outcast and unwanted by every child she’d ever seen,
As broken goods, she was worthless, she had come to believe.
Until one day a little girl with a burnt and scarred face
Asked the shopkeeper why little doll looked so out of place:
‘Ah young madam, I couldn’t sell you her -
Sincerest Hope (Poem)Sincerest Hope (Poem)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm not looking for sobs, I'm not looking for tears
I'm praying that you'd want to transform the rest of your years
That you'd make that decision that would deliver you from all of your fears
And that all the confusion in your mind would be finally cleared
It's been so long, but I'm still here
Praying and believing that you'll let God near
That one day I'd wake up to the sound of music in my ear
Hearing your voice worship, singing, how Jesus changed your life after so many years
I'd often ask my self Why is this so important?
Why not give up the hope and just ignore it?
Why feel discouraged when I hear you're still exploring?
Frustrated when I see your so close to exploding
I realized it's not because I'm still tied down to you
Not because I can't forget the time I spent with you
It's not because my heart still belongs to you
It's simply because I may have never found Him myself, if it weren't for you
You're beautiful, you're gorgeous, yes that's all true
But what does it matter, when
PleaseI want you to love mePlease3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little like I love you.
Like lovers kissing
For the first time that
It sets the world on fire.
And I plan to burn down
With it because I keep failing
To realize that I'm more than
Just a body for you to touch,
A body for you to hold.
You arms around my ribs
Makes me feel so fragile,
But so safe that I could not
Possibly break while you
And I can feel you hand slipping
From mine even though I beg
You to stay because I hate
The word goodbye and how
You look as you walk away.
I want you to remember me
When you arrive.
And I want you to remember me
When you leave me behind.
The quietest people have the most to sayHow is it that the quietest people have the most to say,The quietest people have the most to say1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Emotions, thoughts, words, all hidden away
A rebel inside who choses to quietly obey,
Someone with thoughs, feelings they never will convey,
Silently, I choose to step aside, give way,
Like tall grass in wind does sway,
I lie to you, tell you its okay,
For my bottled emotions I will pay,
I keep hold of them inside me, where they should not stay,
The words kept inside me, my soul they will decay,
And this is how they got away
Wasted Words.Wasted Words.Wasted Words.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We wait for the last possible moment.
Even when confronting our opponents.
How we truly feel.
We hide behind our counterfeit expressions.
Conceal and contain our countless confessions.
Failing to announce,
What our mouths long to pronounce.
We purposely squander opportunities.
Maintaining our positions within our communities.
Avoiding any disclosure,
Reducing the risk of exposure.
We use humour to dilute what we actually say.
Because the truth does not have to be revealed today.
We know there always is a tomorrow,
So today has not got to be filled with sorrow.
We wait and wait.
Stall and prolong.
Until it’s too late
And the moment has gone.
There is never a convenient time.
For us to say what is really on our minds.
It takes the sight of a death bed.
WORDLESS WORDSThe writer attempts to writeWORDLESS WORDS2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Describing the indescribable
Limiting the limitless
Naming the nameless
A thousand lines of ink
Written a thousand ways
Cannot describe love
The abstract emptiness
The beauty of colour
The sorrow of loneliness
Burn every book
Destroy every line
An alphabet of ashes
Meaningless is knowledge
Worthless are words
Reading what is written
In ignorance remain
The subtle reality
Beyond all language
Till death do us apartclose your eyes, hold onTill death do us apart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let go of the people
who drag you further down.
look at the ones you love
and never forger the ones
you lost along the way.
you have to carry on
time will push you further
don't waste any of it
I will take your hand
and together we will go
through the darkness
of this short life
till death do us apart
Do not discriminateI think people bipolar, schizophrenic, depressive, anxious, ectDo not discriminate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
needs a lot of understanding.
Do not discriminate.
They are not dangerous.
Not even have to avoid them.
They are people with a problem that requires medication
You have to feel compassion for the mentally ill
Nobody is to blame for being mentally ill
Of course we must not isolate them.
I love you for what you aren't.I said,I love you for what you aren't.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I want you to write a poem about me."
You were not a writer.
But you are beautiful enough when you hold me,
Just like a poem should be.
And when our fingers fit together,
They fit like words.
My bed sheet is the paper.
Our love: the ink.
A Note on LonelinessLoneliness is swirlingA Note on Loneliness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darkness in a million shades
Loneliness is silence
Pressing in from all sides
Loneliness is abandon
Friends you never thought would leave
Loneliness is waiting
For someone who never will arrive
Loneliness is crowds
Not hearing when you scream
Loneliness is now
And every moment in between.
Chains Of RealityDon’t you wish to just rewind the pastChains Of Reality2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And live a life from the start at last?
Wishes like that never come true
And there is nothing you can do.
You do not understand how the World looks.
You try to comprehend it through books,
Though reality sometimes is not what you desire
And you become the greatest liar!
You break chains with your pen,
And get out of the darkest den,
You discover a brand new place,
Where happiness and peace will us embrace.
Alas, it is all a dream, you are still trapped,
In cold metal you are wrapped.
You cannot face it, it is too sad,
And if you do, it will drive you mad.
I'm Really Not OkayI sit here, completely faking my smileI'm Really Not Okay2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you don't see through it.
Everyday I feign happiness
Somehow no one sees past my façade.
They all just think everything is fine
That I'm okay
But in all reality, I'm really not okay.
On the inside I'm screaming for help
Curled up in fetal position with tears streaming
No one looks into my eye and see the lack of spirit
The very thing that I feel.
My smile is my mask, something to hide behind.
While everyone believes that I'm happy
I know I'm really not okay.
I write for MEI don't write to please,I write for ME3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I write feel well
And be free
Let my thoughts land on paper for others to read
I don't want to keep them in
If they can help others
Let them read and see
If they ever felt the way I did.
DefilementOnce upon a moonlit night, in her bedchamber at this night,Defilement2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stood upon a maiden, clean, innocent, pure,
But then in darkest corners of all the corner bedpost stood a scoundrel,
Filth of all the filth, he took the purity and innocence of the maiden,
Took the purity of my lovely maiden,
In this act of horror, oh horrors abound to haunt,
Never leaving, always there, just like the scoundrel on whom I call a Beast,
This act of horror, never leaves the mind,
Filth of all the filth, can never wash away,
Can never dissever the act of filth,
I took upon a grinding of the stones and sharpening of blades,
A scythe I once coveted, under shadows, saw the moonlit night once again,
I sharpen its teeth, like the sharks of the ocean,
Filth of all the filth, now I take the mantle,
A duty, now a vengeance for my maiden.
Wish Upon A ScarWish Upon A Scar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wish Upon A Scar
Shades of words can strengthen...walls
But embodiments of lies can flaw the very same...cause
A droplet of water lasted me a thousand ages
For I have traveled inside my mind
I documented a thousand faces
That ended up turning blind eyes
The lifeblood of faith kept urging me to wait
While I became a statue deprived of light
and the life I once called mine
Numb sounds flow / Passions let go
Clinging onto footprints / A coward's instinct
Uncensored immunity is a curse
For tragedy teaches weakness
Nothing will be of any worth
As love and fear will be without consequences
Once upon a song / You were a flower
Your petals became undone / Gone now and forever
A taste of your grace got me through a thousand fates
I have not forgotten the abyss of your bliss
But it broke me over and over a thousand ways
I Live in a WorldI live in a worldI Live in a World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where thought is a dirty word
The mind is criminal, to read is to sin
When you show their ideas are thin
Out of hate, out of fear
They will ignore what is near
And refuse to see the stars
If they seem to far
I live in a world
Where love is a dirty word
They will hate you and beat you
They’ll say your words are untrue
They’ll do it in the name of justice
In the name of heaven, in the name of peace
But their God will sit silently
As in his name they speak
I live in a world
Where speech is a dirty word
They will silence you and take you away
If they don’t like the words that you say
They will do it in the name of freedom
In the name of liberty and right
And not a single man will listen
To your cause, to your plight
I live in a world
Where bloodshed is a virtue
We honour those who would kill
Until of blood they’ve had their fill
They bring their people to flame
Armies they send to fight
But the soldiers get blamed
While the leader is in the right
Nature BlessesNature BlessesNature Blesses3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through all of Nature's Dreams,
I see you among the rest,
A graceful tree amid the forest,
The best of the best.
A sweet personality within,
So Tender and True¬---
Which is why Nature blesses
Loves, holds, caresses---
And takes such good care of you.
Flight of IdeasFunny how ideas run through my headFlight of Ideas3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just when the batteries go dead
trying to find the perfect rhyme
losing, failing each time
This little thing called my brain
is gathering sticks and stones in the rain
picked up one
Chased the lightning's sound
fell boisterously on the ground
ran faster, went farther
When the race became captivating
played unfair and slammed the ending
I gave you my heart...I gave you my heart...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I gave you my love and you spit in my face.
I don't know why my love is so strong,
I don't know why I overlook all your flaws.
Why do you give me that look?
That look that gets me every time.
My heart is broken, shattered, ripped apart.
Yet when you walk through that door,
I fall apart.
I hate how you make me feel,
And I hate what you do.
But when you walk through that door,
I want to run to you....
Sea of my thoughtsI'm tired of carrying you at my back.Sea of my thoughts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keeping you well fed
To the point I starved myself.
Did you often wonder what I feel?
Have you ever thought of what I really want?
Have you ever seen me without my deep façade?
The difficulty I'm facing is well kept.
Time after time it wears me down.
To the point of exhaustion.
When can I stop and have a little break?
My mind is full and my heart is heavy.
These questions will remain lost in the sea of my thoughts.
Writer's BlockA writer's block is something nobody can bear,Writer's Block3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's the truth, that I swear.
We all have a specific goal that we write for,
Even if it sometimes start to feel like a chore.
When our minds are shrouded and we can't think clear,
That's perfectly normal have no fear.
We might not be able to write about the things we like,
Then sometimes the most brilliant inspiration will strike.
Until we get inspired we should practice writing more,
Even if it's just a simple story about how you went to a store.
We must broaden our horizons for new themes and such,
Maybe we find a subject for which we have a special touch.
So prepare for your inspiration to come,
Or else you cannot put it to words and that is no fun.