The Smallest RippleNothing's sacred, Nothing's freeThe Smallest Ripple13 years ago in Open More Like This
Pay the price, Ignore the fee
Close your eyes and you will see
We're chained to fate, Mortality
Blackened wasteland, no more green
Soak the soul in gasoline
Light a match and burn it clean
Black where light had never shone
Weakened life, Killed the strong
Ruined world, Glory gone
But birds still sing their sacred song
Iron man and Neon girl
Forgotten future, Wasted world
No more diamonds, no more pearls
The truth will never be unfurled
My shipmates stand upon the sand
Of a dark and unknown land
The ship is now no longer manned
As it falls by Neptune\'s hand
My heart is now cast on the floor
My brain is dead, my soul is sore
Through flesh they eat, Through bone they gnaw
This pain I've never felt before
Sparks of hate fuel fiery life
Till once again sinks deep my knife
My brain was smart my heart was brave
My soul is now no more a slave
The message etched upon my grave
"The smallest ripple breaks a wave"
The Void in MeThese anguished screams still echo,The Void in Me12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the void in me flowing,
Unleashing pain you could not know,
And yet I still feel nothing...
This body died, its soul has fled,
Lifeless corpse all that remains.
After all the blood I've bled,
Life itself has left my veins.
Empty now I stand alone,
I have nothing left to give.
All that I had ever known,
Sacrificed that you might live.
I CAN SEEI can see you weeping,I CAN SEE13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't realize that I'm there.
Watching from the shadows
In an unblinking stare..
I can hear you shouting,
Though I do not know the words.
They're frightening and confusing,
I'd rather not have heard.
I can see your scars,
Though you've hidden them quite well.
I know they are a secret
I'm not supposed to tell.
I can hear the footsteps
Coming down the hall
I know that Daddy hurts you,
Mama, I've seen it all.
101514FAILED101514FAILED14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never turn back.
i've been here a
it's the way the paint is
chipped on the curb and
the way the sun shines through
the cold autumn trees
the mute sound of these
passing by. earphones:
volume ten, song seven
mindripped and flattened
i should be on the tall tower, i
should be falling,
far away from here
it's the way the lightning charges the sky
just short of the clouds
and some nights i'm there, as the
wind crawls up the cliffside
seventy miles an hour, gusting
and it would have held me
fifteen inches from the
very edge, so i stayed
and my skin was conductivity
she's present tense
about a millionmiles away, no less
she wouldn't have known, if not for
the tone in my voice; it betrays me
but she'll move on, and
i'll move on without her
such it is
:// © 2002 J. Michael Renaud
Dont CryDont Cry13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jenni was a little girl
Playing in the yard
When she slipped in the rain soaked grass
And fell, breaking her arm
The little three-year-old got up
With tears coming to her eyes
When her Mommy scooped her up
And quietly said Don't Cry
When she was four, watching TV
Daddy came home drunk one night
Daddy began to bicker with Mommy
And they began to fight
But Daddy got his gun
And shot Mommy in the head
Daddy cried for Mommy
But Jenni was confused; she thought Mommy was dead
Suddenly Daddy took the gun
And pushed it to the back of the throat
The last thing he heard as he pulled the trigger
Was No! Daddy No!
The police were horrified to find
When they opened the door
Jenni with her safety blanket
Scrubbing at the floor
Mommy and Daddy are messy
Jenni quietly said
Apparently oblivious to the fact
Her Mom and Dad were dead
But nothing was further from the truth
Jenni was torn up inside
But she remembered what Mommy said
She's a big girl; big girls don't cry
She went to stay with her
WishesWishes13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't pray no more. I wish. Daddy says I'm a sinner but I don't care.
Maybe I don't have to care about nothing no more. Even if I did, I don't have the energy.
I'm tired all the time now. And I have to be strong enough to make my wishes.
I throw pennies in the fountain in front of the children's hospital. Not the regular pennies though. Ones I find on the floor. Heads up. Cause that means all day long ill have good luck. That means my wishes might come true.
I say wishes, but I only wish for one thing, really.
I don't pray no more. Momma cries about that sometimes. she thinks I'm a heathen I suppose. Some people say it. Maybe I embarrass her. That's why she cries. When I asked her "If god was real why would he do what he's doin' to me? I always went to church. I was a good boy. What'd I ever do to god?" she cried more. I think it was cause I'm right. But I didn't smile or nothing I just went on over to her and hugged her around the shoulders.
That's what daddy does when she cries.
I waitI wait13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wait. I prepare for an arrival that will never occur.
You said you'd be here, but you've said that before,
Only to leave me standing here, foolishly holding
My heart in my hands, broken and silent.
You ask. I give. You beg. I give. You insist
That I stand still, not moving to the left or right,
While you roam freely and openly, leaving me
To follow you, and close my heart once more.
If I could say to you what's on my mind, I'd tell you I love you.
I'd tell you I want you. I'd tell you of the hurt and anger that
Simmer under my skin, but I keep silent because I know the cost.
I know that no matter what is said or done, I am wrong, as always.
I wish I could climb a tree, to the very top until there
Was nothing but sky between me and the stars.
I'd stretch out my hands to touch them, feel their energy
Thrilling through me. But I can't even get to the top of the tree.
I stay behind, head down, because I love y
single lens reflectssingle lens reflects14 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Face of fenestration, open-shut eyes
Snap me with idyllic lenses filtered
Blistered dedication from the blazing skies
Foggy in the mind of the bewildered
Blurring out of focus - my hidden flaws
You capture only what you want to see
Denying rule of thirds and other laws
And cropping out my failures, blemish free
Under-exposed and over developed
On your infinite fantasy film reel
Dream-like pictures color toned enveloped
To place in a stop-action ferris wheel
I am not perfect through infrared eyes
Just framed in a semi-matte glass disguise.
A Mask of MirrorsA Mask of Mirrors14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Mask of Mirrors
I never knew you till you were dead.
I didn't know what happened in your head.
I never knew your secrets or your many men.
I didn't know that's what you needed then.
Some faulty wiring started it,
So I took up the floor.
I found some papers in the pit
And then I found some more.
While some of them were letters,
Many more were sketches bold;
They would have shocked my betters
By revealing scandals old.
In this world little 's certain,
Of few things I was sure;
I lifted mystery's curtain
When I took up that floor.
Inside the secret hiding place
Was proof I had not known,
A single thing not in the face
Of one round whom I'd grown.
I'd heard things and I'd seen,
But I hadn't quite believed;
I'd known the truth they hadn't been,
But I had been deceived.
Oh, confidence in judgement mine
And what I'd known was true;
It fell to ash with every line
And every sketch she drew.
A face unknown looked back at me
From pictures in my hand
And letters told the tales that she
In dependant womanIn dependant woman13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In dependant women i find the brink of lost hope
A tilted ice skating rink
With a layer of soft soap.
A broken vase. Poker face. No joker, ace.
The hand shes dealt is knuckles
and a battery of bible belt buckles
She wears the make up so he wont lose face.
Fat slouch, soiled briefs, mouthful of tooth paste.
He's a relic from a past era.
She will never run faster than her mascara.
Scared...waiting for the second R to come
Scarred...no healing, beckon martyrdom.
Far from numb...but palsy ingrained
A flesh of mesh...and everything taken in vein.
Maiden turned maid
Laden with Jade
A once bright son, faded to shade.
Lost first, past second, now life is third nature.
Memory's mummery and mammary's milk
Now nothing but a trifle herd of stray blurs...
Eyes of overdue cataracts
Still life lies in matters of fact.
Her excuses are frail.
Each night she reads her bruises like Braille.
Problems With This GenerationProblems With This Generation13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Problem With This Generation
The problem with this generation,
Our generation that is, meaning anyone between 10 and 25
And lacking awareness enough to be thoughtful
To the level that society should expect but is unwilling to enforce,
Is that we've gone it doggy style with too many Ja's,
Too many Britney's and Christina's (Strap on notwithstanding),
Too many corn fed popstar's and media moguls
With Beamers and marital problems that we actually care about, unlike our own.
An abundance of too grouped with too many many's,
Makes too many teenie boppers too preoccupied
With Winona Ryder's fetish for grand theft clothing items
And not too many many's going towards those occupied with self
Enough to notice the projection of it that they ignore.
Da problem wit dis generation
Iz dat we tlak in slang, and cn't spell cuz were 2 damn lazy
To, like, lrn teh rulz of grammar, makeing mistakes so, like, horrendus…?
Tht Hemmingway shud damn well b doin barrel rolls in his grave