RedecoratingMore persistent than
an irremovable black marker,
you engraved your words of love
into my practical stone heart.
You decorated that barren place inside of me
with flowers made of
your honest words,
your boyish smile,
your warm touch,
and the colour of your affection.
So gentle feelings began
to grow inside of me,
cracking open my stone heart,
forming a tiny gap,
just big enough for you to slip in.
Frozen Hive MindYou are the mass,Frozen Hive Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the lone creature of difference.
You think the single thought
of the hive mind.
Because your strength is unity,
conformity is what you seek.
I seek the aberrant thoughts of innovation.
and an open mind.
I am what you are not:
my own self made individual.
I pray for WindI pray for windI pray for Wind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to press air into my depressed lungs,
for a gust
to blow my mind,
removing the black clouds,
for a gale
to push me forward,
out of this airless,
lifeless state of mine.
nothing but a dried leaf,
crumpled on the ground.
Please god, breathe
your breath of live
into me (again).
Let me dance
on the invisible wings
of your power.
Burning HandsTheyBurning Hands2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
encourage me to keep my hands in the scorching fire
- just a little longer -
until I find a better, safer way to roast my food.
blisters on my hands
and pain in my mind
is not a reason to quit that job.
I should rather develop a proper resistance against fire,
How much longer
do you suggest I wait?
Would third-degree burns be sufficient?
Or do you want me to go right down to the fourth, bones turning to ash?
You know those can kill, don't you?
But you and they forgot:
the bones important here
are not those in my hands.
My backbone snaps back into place,
redrawing my hands.
There's more than enough food,
which I can digest
My mind, freed from pain, will find plenty.
And it will taste so much sweeter
without the bitter burned skin.
ScaredGod, god, oh god, I am so scared.Scared2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So so scared, to do what I yearn to do.
Scared, scared, oh so freaking scared,
to do what I need to do to live,
truly live – not just survive.
I am so shaking nervous
to let go of the tiny bird in my hand,
although I know holding on to it
won't do me nor it any good.
So, so, so afraid to fail
when hunting for the two in the bush,
ever evasive birds of peace of mind and freedom.
But I'll need both their wings
to finally fly.
All Together DifferentI'll be your armAll Together Different2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
please be my leg.
We can not have too many eyes,
as every viewpoint is different.
My weakness is your strength
and I'll catch you where you fall.
all together different,
adapted just as much,
as required to make room
Because you are
what we have been missing.
We appreciate all your skills
and all our talents
are at your disposal.
Let us eternally rediscover
your new true self.
You are invited:
Be unique, be You.
Be curious, be Us.
Be part of the group
made of individuals.
EarthEarth,Earth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I crawled to your surface again.
I had been tangled up in
passageways carved through
the soil of my mind.
I grew new roots
to find nutrient matter
buried deeply below
shallow hearts and shallow minds,
buried deeply within
distorted fragments of broken selfs.
I feel your support again.
You gave me back solid ground
below my searching, stumbling feet.
Embracing me with your weathered hands,
you give me what I lost and found:
A place, a whole planet, a home for my soul.
Don'tDon'tDon't2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Try to touch the heart
That only has itself to blame.
The one that longs to know the feeling
Of another flame.
Try to touch the heart
That no one seems to hear.
The one that's sitting empty
Of all its hopes and fears.
Try to touch that heart
That longs to disappear.
The depths of untouched feelings
Have been drowning it for years.
Try to touch that heart
That's been bleeding on the ground.
The beatings that it has taken
Still have another round.
Try to touch this heart
That no one cares about.
The one that's sitting pretty
Underneath that big storm cloud.
Try to touch this heart
That doesn't seem to care.
The one that's made of satin,
But it's tough to rip or tear.
Try to touch my heart,
It doesn't need the extra pain.
It's got enough to handle,
With only me to blame.
Try to touch the heart...
Try to touch that heart...
Try to touch this heart...
Try to touch
birdlike bonesit's like youbirdlike bones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrapped your fingers
around my throat
and then had
the nerve to ask me
BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boyBeauty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who whispered metaphors into his blankets
in the dead of the night. he pǝuɹnʇ them
over and twisted them and s t r e t c h e d them
searching for the melody that would define him.
what he didn't know is that his ears were traitors;
they rejected every rhyme without a trace of shame
and never allowed him to realize that his melodies
were real music, were beauty and love woven
into delicate threads; he only heard cacophony.
night after night he struggled and agonized
never satisfied with any combination of notes
always concluding that he was inferior to the world.
on the other side of the fence, close and far away
a girl with with stars in her eyes cried; her tears
were of the purest silver, the plainest pain.
she cried for verses lost to the valley of her strife
for missed opportunities and bro/ken hearts of iron.
their paths strayed along the leafy jungle of time
l i t t e r e
WaterWaterWater2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything you thought you were.
What will remain
when everything that is
-just a temporary shell-
is washed away?
Can you stand
to be so shellless
your raw, naked self
tossed through the currents?
Or will you rather collect
forming a new shell
to dress your self in?
Counting LightningA faint flush of blueCounting Lightning2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
crowded by angry coals;
the sky holds her breath.
kids are nothing.kids can be cruel.kids are nothing.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no, kids can be more than cruel.
they can be monsters with fourteen layers of teeth and
claws on the tips of their every word.
their words can be the burst of wind that pushes you over the edge of the cliff
they can sprinkle the letters in daggers dipped in poison.
they can have arsenals of lies, their only weapons.
and when you think that you can’t take any more,
they can pile on another 3,000 mile high mountain of stress and name calling.
creating battlefields with your dead hopes and dreams splayed out across the ground,
beaten and burned by cannon balls made of pointing fingers and crowds.
they can have no consideration to your weaknesses, no apathy when it come to
making life hell.
not a living hell, because the last thing you will want to think about is living
when you reach the end of their list of insults.
only, there is no end.
everyday they add and add until it stretches across the ocean three times over.
they can push you so hard for so long until th
To Be NumbI gaze through the glassTo Be Numb4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the last rays of light
And the long shadows cast
As dusk turns into night
Hands cling to the chain link
Still struggle to stand
I know what you may think
And I know what I am
A broken man
Still stealing these breaths
Because I can
I tried to hold on
If not but for your sake
But you walked away
Left my heart here to ache
Now it just
It's this feeling inside me
And my heart is its keep
It's a feeling that
Is known only to some
Not everyone knows
What it's like to be numb...
roadkillnotice how the truck will swerveroadkill2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to avoid the animal that is dying,
but not quite dead
Safety Instructions“Warning, weak and fragile!”Safety Instructions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you labelled me,
because I broke.
“Replace when damaged!”
is your brand of trouble shooting.
You never read half the manual
before (ab)using the product,
otherwise you couldn't have missed this:
Important Safety Instructions
Note: Every human is breakable
without proper care and maintenance.
Caution: Too much pressure can cause mental injury.
Caution: Abrasive words might damage god's product.
Warning! Failure to talk things through can cause electric shock to the heart.
Warning! Persistent ignorance kills!
You didn't even read the signs written all over my face:
Caution, valuable, handle with care!
Nature's WindowsLemonade sunriseNature's Windows2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
seen through the glass panels
of a dragonfly's wings.
How to find lost sheepIn case I seem strangely absent:How to find lost sheep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please go after me and ask me how I am.
Chances are I am awfully lost.
Might be I am just busy
- lucky you, lucky you -
but please be prepared for an ugly truth.
I am likely to
ChoiceWhen she thought about him, her recollection didn't fit the the person he once was, in her memory. So she had to go there, find him, and try and prove to herself that nothing had changed. Yet his face, you could see it in his eyes, was broken. The image he projected of himself was one that was violated and bruised. His eyes lit through his very soul but the colour wasn't right. They'd always been brown, but now they were grey, as if they were the very first part of him to give up living.Choice2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I want to die."
His strained words matched the pieces his broken body had splintered into and she gripped his wrist between icy cold fingers whilst trying to find the words that could convince him to change his mind. She wasn't shocked, but she was saddened, and she ran her thoughts through their best and most common memories to find something to convince him to breathe.
"When you die," she said calmly, "You don't get to feel the wind in your hair as you drive along an empty road with the windows roll
Empty GravePlease contact your most trusted necromancer.Empty Grave2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Beneath Your BloodI am writing this beneath your bloodBeneath Your Blood2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember when we both wore white?
Your aunt had given me to you
A soft blue notebook
To put all your dreams
My rooms where cold when you found me
Only white with blue lines
Ready for your thoughts
And to be warmed by your pen
Little love notes under the trees
(You should have sent them to her)
Your laughter racing among the meadows
(I miss the unicorns and ogres)
Innocent giggles and slumber parties
(Not your fault, my love)
Remember when we both wore black?
You weaved the ideas upon my sheets
My pages were your canvas
A mystery to be solved
A luxury we both enjoyed
As we faced the end of innocence together
The brave heart inside you
That refused to back down
You know who to love and know what love is
Secrets spill from your pen
(They had no right to read)
Collecting our dead roses
(No one can love it seems)
They hauled her away
(Girls cannot know their own minds)
And when she died -
(But we both know it wasn'
Mama today I killed a manMama, just killed a manMama today I killed a man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger
Now he's dead
Mama I didn't mean him any harm
He looked so sad
Like he was all torn up inside
But Mama now he's dead
And I have ended all his suffering
Mama please don't judge
I could have sworn I saw him smile
As I pulled the trigger
I'm sure he took my hand
And thanked me for the shot
Mama he said he didn't want to die
But sometimes wished he had never been born at all
Mama he said he couldn't carry on
So Mama I asked him what he wanted
And then I helped him make his choice
Mama, Mama I'm so sorry
I didn't mean to make you cry
I know I won't be back this time tomorrow
But Mama please just carry on
In the end nothing really matters
No nothing really matters to me
Mama today I killed a man
He looked at me and said
That he wasn't happy anymore
Mama, Mama he looked so sad
I just wanted all his pain to end
Mama, Mamma the man I killed was me
Urban JungleNeon fruit hangs from concrete boughs.Urban Jungle2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Invisible TiesInvisible ties.Invisible Ties2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
They're between the two of us.
They will never know. Or care.
But I will always love you.