Embrace The FlamesSuicideEmbrace The Flames9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I have died
Blood is spent
On life's worthless rent
See these wounds
Not gonna be refused
Cut it fine
All in time
The blood it shines
Now death is mine
This world decays
Scars the same
Embrace the flames
Whatever Will Be, Will BePast phenomenon eternally incisedWhatever Will Be, Will Be1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Evading my disquieted noesis
So many saturnine times to reminisce
A multitude of warm smiles scantly impressing my fixated modality
To what end?
Memories diminish over time
Scars do not
They remain strong
Regardless of our yearning to be ridded of them
Reminding us all of the life we live
Life is life
Interpreted for centuries
And millennia to come
So think as you wander this enigma of existence
Reflecting back to repressed times
We all have lived
Therefore, we all have felt pain
Some more than others could imagine
Be mindful of your actions
Sometimes a smile is all it takes
To keep a person remaining in this world
Whatever this existence is
Life is life
So make the best of it my friends
Chillin in HellI know I'm wrongChillin in Hell1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Cause I'm chasing two rabbits
Before I lose them both,
I need to lose this habit
I'm in love with an angel
But flirting with the devil
One loves me back
The other is a rebel
I'd hate to lose them both
Whats one without the other
And I'm getting tired
I'm getting glares from my mother
I need to treat them right
I need to set them free
I need to give them llight
I need to let them see
Who I really am
The lies that i tell
But until that day
Guess I'll chill in hell
My past formed my future
It made me what I am
Afraid to be alone
Afraid to give a damn
So I live a life
Full of needless sin
I need to give it up
So that I can win
The heart of my true love
And more than just her body
I almost let her go
But i caught her in the lobby
I'd hate to see her leave
Can't let our love die
But this girl's a dove
She was meant to fly
How can i deny truth
How can I accept lies
I need to let her in
Let her see through my disguise
She's the one i want
She's the one i need
With her I
The Blame Game. The Blame GameThe Blame Game.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How about we play a game.
So we will know who is to blame.
We'll spin the dice and take a turn.
And hurt each other until it burns.
I can't believe what you have done.
Filled us with lies of Kingdom come.
You preached of a God oh so great.
Yet now it seems we are of different fates
There will be no hypocrites beyond His door.
Nor salvation for the wicked to their core.
No place for the deceitful with silver tongues
or those who have been lost since they were young.
For you who cant stand to see your mother.
Have only become a dreadful bother.
Spewing your hate from here to there.
You will one day face a life so bare.
You speak of a Kingdom and Father's love,
Yet when faced a problem; were the first to shove.
A coward hiding behind twisted lies.
Then questioned why we broke all ties.
Don't get me started on your transgressions.
Your problems you caused with pure aggression.
You fought, and screamed, and manipulated.
Your husbands left beaten and berated
wherever she goes, leave a rosewherever you are is wherever i'll bewherever she goes, leave a rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can't tell you everything because
if i do, you may not like what you hear
i can't show you everything because
you may not like what you find
but my shell is open, my soul is torn
love again, again to be born
and i'm letting forth the light in my chest
allowing your love to put me to rest
and though i hate to rhyme
when it's all about you
your love was old and once again new
The Black KnightI wake up in the morning and look around meThe Black Knight3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
We live under the puppet strings of many men
Our lives dictated by what we need to live by
But using the form of democracy to hide the lies
I wake up in the morning to find myself in the mirror
I'm one of those who wishes for hope in a world like this
But I cannot do it
Only another person can bring hope
I wake up in the morning
To find my reflection but as a different person
My reflection is the idea that I made
Remember I cannot do it as myself
I put on the mask and look at myself
Seeing what I have created instead
I cannot bring hope as myself
But I can do it as what I am now
I'm another person under the mask
I'm not weak and I'm willing to do what's right
I'm not another face where people just walk away from
I am something people want me to be
I do not think of myself as a hero
But only as an idea that is a part of my wishes
To help bring hope to myself and others
I just wish I could have done it as me
I've always wished that people could
Love Him Like YouHe's there for me.Love Him Like You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He cares so much.
Do anything to see me smile.
But I still don't love him like you.
I told him my secrets
And he told me his
And we both accepted each other.
But I still don't love him like you.
I hurt him bad
And he still stayed
And wiped away my tears.
But I still don't love him like you.
You hurt me so bad
And completely disappeared.
I have no reason to love you.
Why can't I love him like you?
Nature's GlassUndisturbed is the water below,Nature's Glass1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a shimmering mirror of liquid glass.
This pleasure as of yet unknown
now becomes something unsurpassed.
Beneath the surface lays a world,
a secret paradise with no bounds.
Beyond this looking glass a land soon unfurled,
wondrous sights all around.
Alas, that world stays locked with key and chain.
Each disturbance we could make means nothing,
not the sun, snow, or rain.
That land shows us no loving.
The Happy DaysDo you remember those happy days in our lives?The Happy Days3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When we lived in a time of imagination and happiness?
We had boxes of crayons and markers with sheets of paper under our feet
And we drew away what we saw in our young minds
Do you remember that time when you laughed with a golden smile?
We painted with our hands and drew our happy family
We didn't care about the world around us at that time
We were living in our land of make believe
Do you remember that time when you played with your toys?
Imagination made them seem real and they were our closet friends
Now they are just pieces of plastic and wool
They are no longer real to us anymore
Do you remember that time when we grew up?
The world finally came clear to us
The world we thought was a good place is now a prison
The sun doesn't shine anymore and we have inanimate friends
The drawings you made are pointless
The tribes you join are your family
Mommy and daddy get in constant fights about the green paper
The world finally came down and our
Poetry is AlivePoetry is just words on paper one may sayPoetry is Alive2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Poetry is like rap but without the beat
So many things that people say about poetry
But what if I said something different
What if I said that poetry is more than what people say?
What if I said that it's more than the stuff of life?
What if I said that a poet is inside the words of poetry?
What will happen to me if I said that?
Every poem that I made
I always made a mistake
Yet again I was told to fix it
But I never did
I came to realize something unique
Even though I say that a poem that I wrote may suck
I came to realize that why should a poem be perfect?
A person is not perfect, so why not a poem
Every poem that I wrote in the past
From my start to my present
I wrote it all with my emotions and with my thoughts
Now I realize that they are alive
Alive... I can hear every heart beat that it has to offer
My heartbeat can be heard in those poems
My voice are telling the people who I really am
Poetry is more than just words and more than just ab
My Friend The Soldier'I wish that it is a cold winter night, and it is snowing and I am waiting in the dark along with my forces to ambush the enemy. I like this more than my first day bride' Unknown.My Friend The Soldier2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They say being an enlisted officer is the most difficult of all occupations for they must carry the weight of their country's pride on their shoulders. It is sheer bliss that one feels when seeing their family gather together for a special meal all under one roof, but for a soldier, stationed thousands of miles away from home, positioned in a ditch holding their favorite rifle, and knowing their families are safe, is enough. These silent heroes deserve nothing but praise and admiration for selflessly laying down their lives, yet they are not. In this world filled with hatred and war and suffering, the brave heroes die silently while the tyrants rule with feigned audacity.
The sight of a folded flag in a mother's lap, the hushed cry of the lover as they send their beloved off to war, not kno
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
She Saw MeI remember tears streaming down your faceShe Saw Me2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I said, "I'll never let you go."
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone."
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight
I found him slumped beside his bed that night, trembling violently. In his left hand was a gun, but it wasn't much use since he couldn't hold his hand steady enough to get the bullet into his head.
"Nathan?" I whispered in horror, watching the young man I'd fallen in love with raise his head. The look in his sullen blue eyes was the look one would give you if they had been broken. It was the look one would give you if they truly had nothing left to live forwhen they couldn't go on living the way that they were. It was almost as if someone had shut the doors to his soul.
Tears welled suddenly within that shattered gaze, tumbled hastily over the edge of his lids and rolled in great masses down his cheeks. I knew then that he was well and truly gone, s
Sharp Objects I remember when it all beganSharp Objects1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said "Hello"
And took my hand
You said "How are you?"
As if you cared
You said "I can help you"
I was scared
You said "I'll show you"
And that you did
You said "I love you"
And that was it
You said "I hate you"
I wanted more
You said "I'll hurt you"
Still wasnt sure
You said "I will kill you"
I didnt care
TransgenderTransgender I always thought strange.Transgender1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is in a pronoun change?
Don't understand what gender means.
Just a label it would seem.
Sealing yourself in a different box,
Boarded up, covered in locks.
Why can't we just break free?
Won't anyone join in with me?
No longer define by a gender.
No meaning behind him or her.
These labels won't get you far.
Everyone should be who they are.
Stopped a StrangerI stopped a stranger today.Stopped a Stranger2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It might have been the bravest thing I've ever done. At a convenient store located just a few short blocks from my home, I stopped a stranger.
He held the door open for me as I departed with a pack of expensive cigarettes. It might have been the bravest thing I've ever done. The convenient store opened it's doors to many different colors of people. I stopped a stranger.
The man didn't seem any more harmless than the thugs living down the street from me. The kind covered in tattoos, wore used clothing from a cheap thrift store, and drove cars that lacked all respect for other drivers on the road. He held the door open for me as I departed with a pack of expensive cigarettes. I gripped them within my right hand, nervous at that very point in time when we met each other at the closed doors. His skin color was a pasty white, his hair black, his body wide but not large, and the tattoo on his forearm warned me of his nature. I stopped a stranger. It might have bee
World War IIIHave you looked out your window today?World War III3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Yes the sun does shine but the warmth is dying
The grass and trees is dying and it rains ashes today
Can you hear the birds chirping today?
You can't hear them?
That's because all the birds are really dead
The blue sky is blue but it's clouded by ash
It really happened today
It wasn't the Russians that we feared before
It wasn't the former Soviet Union
It happened with a country known as Iran
It all happened when the blockades came in
It all happened when the US lost a drone
It all happend when Iran started building something new
Iran started building nuclear power plants
Iran started researching nuclear bombs
It all happened so fast
It all happened and it had to come
It's like judgement day
The storm came in and houses were destroyed
Iran came in like a hurricane but the US came in like a tsumami
Lives were lost and houses were destroyed
We didn't want to believe this was happening
Can you hear the bells ringing?
The explosions a
What is color?"I wish to play with color,"What is color?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"what is color",
"Color is what I paint with, what I fill my drawings with."
"Is it something solid, is it something you can have?"
"Yes it is, my favorite color is red."
"Red? I have heard of red, and blue. Are they colors?"
"Yes they are. Here take some red"
"It smells like your hands, and its soft. Is that what red is?'
"No. Red is bight, and it's the color of strawberries."
"maybe it is something only you can play with...
I only have black as my color."
alivei want to be buried inalive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a grave made of water
because i write poetry
but don't understand it
because i know how to feel
but not how to cope
or how to tell you what
it feels like to die
my mother will cry and
her garden will still grow
but she will not take down
photos on the windowsill
she will age dutifully and
retire, travel the world and
i will only regret not being
able to see her finally happy
my brother grow up without
knowing how much i cared
but he will still think
of me on his wedding day
his eyes will be a window
not to his soul, but a world
of pain and loss and he will
wish that i could say sorry
and the boy who knows that
he was the only one i loved;
he will lose himself in the
thought that he had the chance
to save a life, but didn't;
he will read my poetry and
not understand why but know
that i loved him more than life
i will fade to dirt, and from
me will grow a peach tree, with
the type of leaves that children
will make boats out of, sail
across their puddle oceans
Selfless Lover-RepriseI had a dream, about me and youSelfless Lover-Reprise1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We had finally made it
and both said I do
you were as beautiful as I remember you in life
I was your husband and you were my wife
It was the happiest day for me and you
I had another dream, about me and you
I was alone, you were with another
but that was fine, we had said adieu
I still loved you, only as a friend
You were happy, all that mattered in the end
The dream has become real it would seem
I am not angry, how could I be?
I hope you find what you are looking for
Ignore my tears, don't worry about me
We were good, that's what I will remember
I hope you are happy and loved, even if it's with another
I am here, still the selfless lover
Conversation With A GodShe calls herself Poseidon. I call her “she”, but the statement is debatable, I suspect she is not truly anything, however for the time being, and to my eye, she appears female. Her hair is long and very dark blue, except at the tips where it is lit with flecks of seafoam green. Her skin shines like the polished face of a seashell, with as many colors swimming across it.Conversation With A God1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She walks beside me with her face raised to the sun, and as I glance back I see that her footsteps in the sand are filled with water.
‘Aren’t you afraid you’ll dry out?’ I as,k because it is the first thing that comes to my mind, and instantly I know I sound foolish.
‘I can not,’ she replies and her voice sounds like water running over stones. ‘I may walk a thousand years in the desert, and when I am done, it will be an ocean.’
She does not look at me as she speaks, she keeps her face to the sun which shines meekly through the wisps of clouds, still low over t
Untitled story: ProloguePrologueUntitled story: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Through the smoke and flames a tall proud figure loomed. I knew this figure well. He had his usual top hat and trench coat on. In his left hand, he held his flintlock pistol half cocked. In his right, his elegant saber was at the ready. Even if I possessed the strength to stand, I would not let him see me shaking from blood loss. Around us, the wreckage of the town was alive with screaming citizens. He now stood calmly in front of me, perhaps taking in this moment. He raised his left arm, and cocked his pistol fully. I closed my eyes, waiting for my brother to pull the trigger.
Last night,I broke every bone in my bodyLast night,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I could have a reason to drown
in the isolated ocean inside me.
when my dilapidated lungs finally caved in,
I swam ashore and crawled across the polluted sand.
Only glass-edged skin
and salt-licked eyelashes
can help me now.