I'm counting my sins 1, 2I'm counting my sins2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm counting my sins,
I might enjoy it more if I was stabbed by pins,
I need help - I'm not me today,
I feel as if I'm literally starting to decay,
Higher and higher it seems to go,
How much more do I need to know?
Make it stop,
It's all your fault,
Perhaps its also mine,
You told me I'm the reason why you had to die,
Please, let the list be done,
This list has only just begun.
Evolve So many people are trying to understand,Evolve2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a different species,
A whole new breed.
My DNA has been modified many times over,
Pain and passion has turned my heart a lovely shade of gray,
Hard and stone cold,
Has anyone thought to check my brain?
I fear I've lost my mind and I cannot find it again..
But maybe it just wasn't meant to be.
Faded and worn it just fell right through.
Maybe I'm the reason why I'm afraid to fly,
Am I my own reason why I'm causing myself to die?
I'm a fish in water, who doesn't know how to swim,
And I'm choking,
And I'm dying,
I need to evolve.
I am a new species,
A whole other breed,
I'm what you get when you evolve,
When you evolve further into you
Monday Morning (I Know)It was mentioned casuallyMonday Morning (I Know)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the breakfast table:
“A boy from school
committed suicide last night.
Did you know him?”
I know the way
the night sky wrapped itself
around his shoulders
and ripped itself away,
and how to him, light-years
were a measure of time
and not of distance.
I know that darkness
was darker for him,
and that light was
always too bright.
I know that smiling was painful
in all seventeen muscles,
and that it was a relief
I know that he carried
the depression on his shoulders,
and that he spent half the day
hiding it away from everyone,
and the other half
wishing somebody would notice.
I know that he was the best actor,
and that everyone believed
that his eyes sparkled from happiness
and not from tears.
I know that he was so good,
he never had to lie and say
“I’m fine,” because
nobody ever asked.
I also know that today, the halls
will echo with silence
and the occasional small cry,
courtesy of the people
who never really knew hi
seven is lucky, eight is infinitysuddenly all the pizza grease songsseven is lucky, eight is infinity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
are about you. all
of my intrinsic, righteous habits
are a closed off vessel
of God’s deduction of you. seven
eighths of my day
are earned and spent by the
my imagination over your silence.
you have stumbled on to a path not
destined for you to take. you
are turning circular tables, never
changing, do you not
see the irony in that?
i imagine you walking
my unfamiliar, light-devoid
road of the void in my experience
as a human being. you see, i am still
suckling and giggling
half-God at the idiots in weed school
and mediocrity is my forte, i’ve
been told; i know only,
how to walk the earth lightly, how
never to hint at your dismissal
and existential uprooting.
i am a door creak so quiet you don’t even move in your body
high. her sighing wakes you up; in her arms
i imagine you feeling
thinner and so,
so naked, just like me shell-shocking you
with my acute, unbearded
you deserve a poem, you need
cloudhandedthey tell you that you're strong and youcloudhanded2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
imagine them handing atlas the skies
and whispering the same thing;
you only wanted to put everything down for a few moments:
it is not weak to need to breathe in again, it is
not weak if your lungs cannot hold down saltwater
it is not weak
it is not weak
it is not weak
Broken (After)Broken (After)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Words are left unspoken.
As deep inside his heart is broken.
The pain is reflected in his eyes,
but hidden even as he cries.
The truth is known,
but still he feels completely alone.
Everyday it constantly repeats,
he hides himself in the streets.
Feeding on only the smallest scraps,
as he tries to hide, ready to collapse.
He holds a face yelling, 'Fear me'
He prays for the day when someone will set him free.
Anger, hate, fear and pain
tied to the world by nothing more than a chain.
Knowing nothing more than loss,
he fights to find his way across.
Only knowing how to be a mourner
he sits alone in the corner.
A head of black,
reaching down to his back.
Eyes as blue as the sea,
only visible to the smallest flea.
Beauty shrouded in dark,
leaving the sharpest mark.
He sits alone,
ready to give up all he's known.
The sun shines so bright,
as he is welcomed to the light.
Ready to be set free,
he allows himself to no longer be.
Capgras delusionI read about people whoseCapgras delusion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
brains one day
decide a lover's eyes are
too right framed by a voice
and touch like soft fur in
your lap, on your face
and remembered you drinking
before you crawled
in on me, abuses soaking
and matting down around
your lap, above your face.
I remembered that first time
you had me just leave
it for you and I heard you
dunking your head in lukewarm,
filmy stranger. You sat beside
me later, dripping tears maybe to
your lap, from your face
and as the drain was pulled, there was me
still clipping nails, leaving them out
for you with milk and old hairs from
the pillow, your eyes' light straying often
to my lap, but not my face.
An Error In My DestinySometimes I feel that I was wrong,An Error In My Destiny2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That I have lived in a lie for so long,
Maybe we won’t even get along,
Maybe in my life you have sung your song.
I do not know if we are meant to be,
It could be another error in my destiny!
You still though live in my heart,
You are my muse; you are the spirit of my art!
When you were for me no one,
I thought, for sure, that I am done.
Suddenly you stroke me with your gaze,
I was blinded by the beauty of your face.
No human knows, if I have made a mistake,
I put everything I have at stake.
Even if I will drown in a bottomless lake,
No one can now you from me take!
Let your heart holdYou'll find be at the bottomLet your heart hold2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch at how my bones shake
Caged by the blazing bars of shame
Watch at how my heart awakes
Not to shatter under pressure
When your safety's on the line
And when your thoughts begin to fly
The way you act is how you're defined
I'm not the one to fight
When I'm at the head of the crusade
holding the beast that lay inside
with the worries that come cascade
I started to surender
when the light began to run
I was controlled by massacre
I had to chase the fading sun
When I'm on a faulter
Or on the end of dejection's blade
Walking a tightrope with one last thread
I still wont let my heart fade
I'm sent down onto my knees
Last words the last thing to shed
But yet when death is a charade
Backing down is the last thought in my head
Show me to the shipwreck
Watch at how my lungs collapse
Without a remedy or herb
Stay and watch my self-worth relapse
Ill never s
My madnessone day I tried to leave my madnessMy madness1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I left behind the rage and sadness
I became a simple man
locked my madness there and then
I lived for years,completely sane
almost brought my death and bane
and then I yelled:"That's it!"
and ran and jumped into the pit
and with the darkest scream of glee
my madness have returned to me
as it brought color to my world
and I laid back as it had whorled
me and my madness both agree
that together we are free
alone we suffer too much pain
and so insane I shall remain.
An (Un)ordinary Love SongI know I am broken deep inside,An (Un)ordinary Love Song2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Within my heart and within my mind.
Still you look at me like I’m a precious gem
And from it our love did stem.
How many nights have I wanted
To be with you, my thoughts daunted
By the fact of our society
And so I wished quietly.
“Tell me what it is like to love,”
I asked the stars from high above.
A twinkle was my answer
As I became infected with this cancer.
No amount of words can ever describe
The taste of the fruit of our love, so ripe.
There is no need for perfection
When you’ve already gained all of my affection.
And even when we grow old
And our love is only foretold.
No matter how we end,
I promise you will always be
In my memory.
As Death ApproachedAs death approached, the girl just smiled.As Death Approached2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You've kept me waiting for quite a while."
He wonders "Shouldn't death you fear?"
"I've always thought that death was near."
The girl turned away to sink what she said.
"I have always felt I was already dead.
I float through this world without a care.
It's almost like I'm not really there.
So, no I'm not afraid of no longer being.
You can see that I'm already nothing."
Death just nodded. What she said was true.
"Regardless it is time for me to take you."
The girl stood up, all ready to go.
An afterlife she thought, wasn't likely to show.
Death did his duty, and took her away.
The girl finally had her awaited day.
Wake Up In a ForestWake up in a forest.Wake Up In a Forest2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a look around.
Nothing in sight.
Not a path to be found.
I am alone.
Unsure what to do.
Everything is new
I'm so afraid.
I begin to cry.
I'm so lost.
Don't know why.
I need your strength.
Please help me.
Guide me though.
Give me eyes to see.
I'm still scared.
I wish I could hide.
At least I know.
You'll be at my side.
Love HaikuLove; breathe it, free it.Love Haiku5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let it take hold of your soul,
Live in its embrace.
Sonnet 2I saw your face today,Sonnet 22 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so I smiled and waved.
You looked down in dismay.
I can't believe how we both behaved.
My smile faded as I walked away,
you didn't give me a second glance.
I had nothing to say.
Should I have given you another chance?
I shouldn't be acting like this,
I am with someone new,
yet my thoughts still persist.
Do I still miss you?
As awful as we were to each other,
you will always be my first true lover.
PrologueDeath comes at a slow pace. Everyone is born with a time to die, and yet we still strive for those things we cannot have. Is it pleasure? Is it desire? What drives us forward in this never ending struggle of life? I have never understood this myself and yet I am a victim of the same fate. I cannot escape the fate that has doomed millions and even with all the power in the world I, like everyone else, am powerless to stop it.Prologue2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I watch people grow old every day, die, be born, and I smile a smile that is tinged with sadness. I know that they too will one day learn of this fate and perhaps they will try to change it. Like many others though, they will find this is one fate in stone. Everyone has a date, and even the strongest of men fall. Then they will join the ranks of the fallen and perhaps they may be lucky enough to remembered through the ages, but very few get such pleasure.
Is that it then?
Are we all striving for the desire to make our mark on the world? Perhaps we are, and morals a
Haiku: HorrorI wake in terrorHaiku: Horror3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To blackbirds screaming; they are
Las Vegas SyndromeLas Vegas Syndrome3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Las Vegas Syndrome
They named the pill Las Vegas, after the new city that never sleeps, despite originating from a Chinese replica developed in New Jersey. Aaron Knight’s grandfather, George Knight Senior, often spoke fondly of a time when LV’s were optional, when people would waste hours every day lying in bed doing nothing. Aaron considered him a Dozer, a pervert. We often excuse the elderly for their eccentricities but Aaron always found it difficult to understand and forgive his grandfather’s obsession with sleeping. George Knight Senior was the last of Aaron’s grandparents, only dying twelve years earlier, at the unusually old age of seventy-two. Aaron was born too late to meet the rest of his forebears, they were merely names rarely recounted in passing conversation however he retained fond memories of George Senior.
Aaron Knight lived in London, which was a drastically different city to the one George Senior recal
S.O.SDear,S.O.S2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It's been six months.
Please tell me, am I in luck?
A while, since my ship had sunk.
All my fault, and now i'm fucked.
It's been a while.
Great blue sea, for many miles.
Trapped alone, on deserted isle.
Poseidon, with who I had trifled.
It's been too long.
Uncharted beach, I don't belong.
Sailed you to sea, I did you wrong.
But kudos to you,
help has come along.
Help! I plead!
In the sea, I bob and weave.
I swam I tried.
Torn away, in riptide.
Is anyone out there? Left alive?
To-and-fro, I waddle and bobble.
Someone save, this lonely bottle!
Catching WishesYouCatching Wishes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
stars like they
know what you're saying,
but I think you've forgotten the
stars cannot hear--all your wishes get caught by the moon.
I'm still hereMy body is numbI'm still here2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But my mind is in agony
There's light all around
But my soul is a pit of darkness
The world is colorful
But my eyes see everything grey
I'm still alive
But I wish I was dead
Still, I'm here
Still, I struggle
Still, I offer you my hand
So we can escape this nightmare
state hospitalWhat it's like in a state mental hospital?state hospital1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Well I tell you. It sucks why cause I was their on a 72 hourhold and they doctor made me stay after the 72 hourhold cause of me puking up food cause I told her that I used to be bulimic. So she and the other staff throughout I was puking on purpose when really I was stress puking. When my anxiety gets to high I puke. Anyways she told me after my 72 hourhold was up she say you can sign yourself in or I can take you to court and you be here for 60 days. I sign myself in and started crying and she asked why you crying? I say cause and walked off. I had a scab and outed it off. I wrote FU on the walls in blood cause I was mad at the doctor. And plus the only friend I made left. Later that day I was still self harming and the nurse gave me two white pills without even telling me what they were or used for or anything. She just hand them to me. What if I had a allergic reaction or something. She might not even care. Then I walked off and now on
what we're not supposed to talk aboutI could make a story out ofwhat we're not supposed to talk about1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
this. The blackout epiphanies
blinding me like a total eclipse
of any sense of rationality I ever
stole out from my parents' blind spots
when they turned the other way. The
boy I fell half in love with and
my therapist's unassuming questions
about why he was different, the way I
was never beautiful to him but he
still looked me in my bokeh eyes,
betraying and quiet, so that was enough.
My vain addiction to anything
permanently damaging and
more or less glamorous. The dreams
I can’t swallow no matter what shade
of delusion they come in, about
the imminent death of stars named
after deader lovers, and places
where the air is intoxicated with
the promise of Ecstasy, or whatever
name heaven goes by after you begin to doubt
the reality of putting one foot in front
of the other will get you anywhere at all.
I could write novels about my path
to self-martyrification and the moments
I cried for no reason except that
I had no reason tor cry. I could write