A Painting's DemiseShe stands before a museum
Empty and dark as if night.
She thinks to herself,
“If only this place had light.”
She strolls down the corridors
passing by her father’s art
She gazes upon a painting
and feels no remorse in her heart.
She is excited and anxious
to walk about
Until she sees the words on the wall
that says she cannot get out.
She hears some dripping
And some footsteps coming near
The poor girl’s pulse beat quicker
as her pretty blue eyes dilated in fear.
“Why are you doing this to me?!”
She screams out loud.
“Why can’t I be like them?
Why am I not allowed?!”
The words bleed blue
and chills her to the bone.
“Please don’t leave me,” it said.
“I don’t want to be alone.”
you’re scaring me
She thought, backing away.
I wish you were here to save me…
I don’t want to stay.
The museum grows dimmer
She frantically attempts and tries
In a last moment to f
The Painting's Weeping [the lost one's weeping IB]The Painting's WeepingThe Painting's Weeping [the lost one's weeping IB]2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A dagger made of nothing but his distrust
Burned my veins and turned my heart to dust
Weak friendship splatters, spurts onto the wall
Even my palette knife is a deadly weapon now
I am fiction
Blue is the color
I mostly adore
But that doesn't mean that red is what I hate
If I'm worrying about what that means
I feel my future will end up badly
This fake rose
For real now
I tricked them
The trust me
This life I will never live
I think why am I thinking
just sometimes - no always
that I'm so lonely
that I am crying?
Can you read the hint written on the wall today?
Can you read what's in that kid's imagination maybe?
I'm wondering who just turned my heart into grey
Who did that to me? Who did that to me!?
Can you even solve the question on this door - oh, not yet?
Can you even stop the rope hanging him by his neck?
Can I stay sane If I remain the same?
Hey, just tell me how
It's not like I care now
No matter how much time passes by
We're stuck in
Immortal TruthTorn between heartsImmortal Truth2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Difficult to find
What is in thought
to decipher human mind?
Show me the true meaning
Amidst the struggles and fears
Is it truly worth
to let out those tears?
“Why can’t you stop lying?!”
I shout and scream.
The truth is right there
when all seems to be a dream.
I was right here
When they started to dread.
If they don’t listen to me,
I might as well be dead.
the truth never dies.
BlackI always wear the colour blackBlack2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As it reflects my inner mood
Black is the absence of colour
Now I feel the absence of you
Black is my inert, withered heart
Immobilised since you’ve been gone
A vacuous hole of nothing
Lifeless, vapid and monochrome
Black is the frayed material
Of the grim reaper’s deathly cloak
So in the darkest evening sky
You would never see his approach
Black is the colour and the shade
Of the star speckled, moonlit sky
And the shadow which you once cast
In the early morning sunshine
Black is my weeping mascara
As down my face the tears will stream
From the little puddles of ink
My pupils nowhere to be seen
Black are those things I've gazed upon
With my sorrowful eyes shut tight
Even rainbows become polluted
Within the filth of my mind’s eye
Black is how I’m feeling today
But should I not be feeling blue
Like my blood before you cut it red
Like your blood before I cut you
Black is t
How To Write A Love LetterI never understood how to writeHow To Write A Love Letter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a love letter.
ballpoint touched the paper,
I'd be better off typing.
I hold the minute hand between my teeth
and think of a leap year.
The backspace button becomes my dearest foe.
My poetry hides.
Her black hair is long,
but she won't let me cut it.
I beg her to die,
and bleed ink.
I leave off my name.
In the end, I print a blank sheet of paper,
and draw a heart
in the corner.
BrokenGo ahead and drive the blade into my heart,Broken2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
go ahead and twist,
past the chipped paint,
past the dents and battle scars,
is my beating heart,
drive the blade in,
watch me fall,
better to be dead then to be broken,
am i just a toy to you too,
am i just a puppet to your strings,
when will i ever mean something,
when will i ever be good enough,
after all no one wants a broken toy
L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.
It’s an overwhelming feeling.
That is made to be appealing
And you can’t help revealing,
The doubts you are concealing.
It’s an undefined dimple
And a well known jingle.
But only when you are single
Does it all seem so simple.
It is one of life’s many gifts,
That empowers and uplifts
And can lead you adrift.
Should you miss your shift.
It is impossible to describe it.
It is impossible to fight it.
Because once it is ignited
And once you have tried it.
It will take your independence.
You will become used to its presence.
You will become addicted to its essence
And include it at the end of your every sentence.
It exists even in the hearts of its haters.
It is a taste even they will savour
And although its duration wavers.
There will never be a feeling that is greater.
Everything I have said and more.
I am merely repeating what you already know.
Tragic AuthorI’m looking forward to being a tragic authorTragic Author2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’ll sit on a cloud with no silver lining
And become the male equivalent of a spinster
With words as my spouse and books as my offspring
At least then it is I who will control the outcome
For the lives of my heroes and heroines
And since I’ll not be afforded a happy ending
The least I can do is to give one to them
The Lord said ‘no’ to my happily ever after
Perhaps to inspire my imagination
A hollowed out heart is an ideal home after all
For my mind’s perpetual inspiration
I’m looking forward to being a tragic author
I’m such a devoted, hopeless romantic
Devoted in the sense I should have been committed
And hopeless as I took our love for granted
I dare you to keep the anguish and torment coming
As it will serve to inspire my greatest work
Assuming my heart pumps love more efficiently than pain
And my mind can refrain from going berserk
Now I sit in frustration with my parchment paper
The ink o
Who am IWho am IWho am I2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But a pile of thoughts and
Feelings served on golden plates
Who am I
But the darkness that surrounds me
And the light that penetrates it
Who am I
But a figure ducked in corner
Enveloped by melting fingers
I cry and shout
But nobody can hear me
I try to move
But space curls around me
Who am I
Deep inside underneath the clothes
Underneath the skin and flesh
Who am I
The being that exists
For itself and by itself
I cry and shout
And smile upon the sounds
I try to move
And split myself to pieces
And there is no one
To stop my rapid fallout
As the drops of me
Soak into dried earth
You Shall Hear No More Of MeI write to you this letterYou Shall Hear No More Of Me2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To say that things will never, ever get better
Things aren't looking up for me
They're looking down like the stairway to all of someone's agony
And even just when I think I have had enough
You keep calling and calling to see if I've done something with my life
Yet you can't do anything with yours
You just sit on your tail and expect me to do the job for you
You don't understand
Just what I'm going through
You don't seem to realize
That I'll never be you
You don't understand
My pain, my suffering
So by the time I finish writing
You shall hear no more of me
I write to you this letter
And pray to God that things will get better
I don't know why I do this with my pen
Perhaps maybe because you can't drive far enough to come and see me
So how I live with myself
I'll be truthful with you, it's a mystery
To wonder how you'd forget everything I am
And go about your life by thinking that I never lived
I know that I would rather die
Than to see my kin desert me
I know t
Sonnet XXIWho can bemoan these barren, bitter daysSonnet XXI2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When he who loved once spoke and heard her vows
Which were but words upon which passion preys
Until the breast from a dream does arouse.
And tacit, tamed truth sends forth honest odds,
Still he uncovers that twinge trickle spring,
Still she does worship her twice fallen Gods
To find tonic herbs in winged Cupid's sting.
How trite, how vain my liege it is to keep
High pearls of eyes bereft the sheen of cheer
In dungeons deep, or thorny towers steep
On lambent clouds that rove the drifting sphere?
For rue remembers joys, charms, bonds of air
And forgets years of mirth once lay elsewhere.