GirlsThis poem is for the girls.Girls7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For the girls whose favourite colour growing up was green,
For elementary school princesses still dreaming of being royalty
For the cheerleaders and the songwriters
The girls who loved fairy tales, who love romantic comedies,
For the girls who will not let you blame their anger or sadness on PMS
Regardless of what time of the month it is.
This is for Hillary Rodham Clinton:
Too emotional to hold the presidency in an emotionally absent democracy
For Angela Carter, letting loose her lions,
For Britney Spears, once sixteen, once Mousekateer turned Catholic School pedophile bait,
Begging in costume for sex or
This is for New York, the woman
For Rock of Love Charm School and Bridezillas
For Carrie Bradshaw
For Paris and her new BFF,
Successfully helping a gender regress
This is for the runaways
For the girls fainting down runways
For the girls who played their Barbie dolls into doctors and teachers
Made them something more
NiggerNigger, the name given to my peopleNigger9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Nigger, the word that separates us from them
Nigger, the title used to degrade and distinguish
Nigger, a title of great anguish.
A nigger is a slave, a nigger is worthless
And a nigger shouldn't have a say
A nigger is good for nothing but hard labour,
And a nigger bitch is good for fucking
A nigger doesn't deserve to live,
Unless the white man sees it fit.
A nigger was born to work,
And niggers were born to be controlled,
A nigger can't complain of these things,
Because it's the natural order,
Some say it's the way things should be.
So after hearing these things can somebody tell me,
Why the hell WE refer to ourselves as niggers?
I'm a young black male and I'm goddamn proud,
Of what we came from to where we are now
You may want to be a nigger, but that choice is up to you
See I'm no slave, and I know my worth
So don't fucking call me a nigger!
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,Dethroned1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it was made of promises, and angels
That were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.
You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.
Which you were probably
They didn't glimmer and shine
like the diamonds decorating your rings.
They were the hopes of a man
So madly in love, but you poured poison into his heart
And so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
*CreepyPasta*: How Jeff Killed ChristmasWell, hello there,*CreepyPasta*: How Jeff Killed Christmas3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Readers young and old,
You're in for quite a treat,
A true tale to behold.
As you can see,
With a title such as this,
I will tell you the tale,
Of how Jeff killed Christmas.
It all started late,
On a silent Christmas Eve,
And our favorite killer, Jeff,
Had something up his sleeve.
Seeing that it was Christmas,
Jeff wanted to do something new,
Something extra special,
But, what was he to do?
Just then, he heard something,
His feet made him pause,
He slowly turned to see,
A fake, drunken Santa Clause.
The wheels started turning,
Jeff had a plan,
He clutched the knife in his pocket,
And that's when it began.
Old Saint Nick saw Jeff,
Heading strait his way,
Maybe he could get a dollar,
From Mr. Jeff today.
"Hey, buddy, wanna help me out?
Now, don't go bein' cheap."
Jeff lunged at the man saying,
"Go to sleep."
He slit Santas throat,
While he squirmed and thrashed,
But there was no escaping,
Being cut and being slashed.
The drunk fell to the ground,
With a noticeable thud
My Creature of DarknessOh, my beautiful companion,My Creature of Darkness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
How you sit at my window and stare in at me.
Your endlessly blackened eyes fill my mind
As you keep watch and wait for my clock to strike.
At times you become so impatient,
But you refuse to ever leave me.
I am drawn to you with a deeply wicked longing.
My little beast,
Your glossed feathers grow a sickly sheen in the fading light.
You see every inch of my soul
And every dark thought that dares cross my mind.
You feed on them.
Everyone else fears you,
But I am fascinated by your will.
Intrigued by your creativity and dangerous wit.
I long to fly with you
And I will,
But you keep me waiting.
Your starless midnight appearance
Flits around in my dreams just out of my reach.
I have a sickened need to dance with you.
I can already hear the music and it swells.
The pulse matching the beat of your dark wings.
Your shrill call beckons me away from here
And I can feel the familiar taste of poison burning upon my lips.
Your powerful presence fills me with such a desir
CupidCupidCupid4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Cupid why have you gone and abandoned me?
What I have done to make you hate me?
Why have you cursed me with bad luck?
And what can I do to break it?
Occasionally you have shown up
To match me with another
But after a certain amount of time
You decide to end your magic
Am I just a test subject?
For you to practice on
I've seen you match other people
While turning your back on me
You haven't been on my side in awhile
I'm starting to wonder why
Will I be alone forever?
Or do you have something special planned?
Through the countless pain and heart aches
I can feel myself become cynical
Casting away my feelings
I think I'm becoming a robot
I have lost my faith in love
And I don't know how to get it back
I'm asking you to save me cupid
Since you put me through this pain
it's after midnightraindropsit's after midnight8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
trickle down my back,
the curvature of
my spine like two
lovers chasing after their
the wind is whipping
the trees back and forth
as if they’re living metronomes
rocking in time
to the frantic fluttering
of the heart swinging
I look up into the
cracking sky watching
its imperfections flash
before my starry eyes as
its icy fingers reach
down to stroke my
his touch was as
soft as yours.
Jeff the KillerHush now, hush nowJeff the Killer2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Not another peep
It's time for you to
GO TO SLEEP
They say that I'm mad
I'm not right in the head
But I'm just helping folks
Go to bed
They don't understand
But my smile is there
I love blood on my fingers
And death in the air
I'll see it forever
With unblinking eyes
Those ugly fake smiles
Those pathetic lies
Now they smile forever
And will no longer weep
They have me to thank
As I sent them to sleep
To Loved Ones Who Outlive Me When I dieTo Loved Ones Who Outlive Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The last thing I want is for you to cry.
I want you to remember that when I laughed too hard,
I coughed and got sick,
that I ate too much candy
and that I was a gluttonous mess at the dinner table.
I want you to remember the times
we called each other names
and sometimes intentionally hurt one another
BeautifulBeautiful, it's what you are.Beautiful1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though you deny it,
seeing only a tangle of thorns.
But does a rose ever
see its petals in full bloom?
Sweet Insanity"Limp blond hair and hazel eyes. Do you see her?"Sweet Insanity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"The one in the corner. With the scars."
"Haha. What's wrong with her?"
She sits alone, hair she desperately wants to be darker covering her eyes. Her pain is just hilarious isn't it? She hurts all for your entertainment doesn't she?
Your cruelty wont let her smile and your words won't let her eat.
"Why wont she eat?"
Maybe she thinks she can shrink so little that you won't be able to see her imperfections anymore.
Eggshell foundation plasters over her scars and smears as she cries.
I'm fine, she says but no one asks. Hands shaking and reaching out. She's screaming but why isn't there a sound? Or maybe it's just the voices and the demons. They are only whispers but they are loud enough.
"Are you okay."
She says she's fine.
Are you believing her lies?
" why won't you sleep?"
Her pale skin bruised. So pale from no sugar. She can't sleep because the demons will catch
"She's okay, she still smile
Fear Not The past an untrustworthy afterthought,Fear Not1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
rerun just for the disaster wrought.
The future an imaginary circumstance,
a menagerie of irksome chance.
In this pure moment, now is all we're made of.
Tell me then my dear, what are you afraid of?
pigshrunken bones tangled in pinkpig1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a day or two and there's
not much blood to prove
the practice of moderation
as mud makes a home
in our veins—
pithing in groups
curiouser and curiouserseventeen years &curiouser and curiouser2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
still chasing white rabbits,
it's no wonder i've never
been in love.
we're all mad here;
no one can find the road to
(i don't know
where to go)
let's fall down a hole.
(i'm just a chrysalis
with no butterfly wings)
off with my head when it
can only imagine nonsense
& clockwork hearts.
give me a cheshire's smile-
i want to know
what it feels like
to be in wonderland.
Flipping the SwitchThat's all it took,Flipping the Switch1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
An arm draped across my shoulder
And diagonally down my back
Resting at my waist.
Just that momentary squeeze
With my arms around his waist
Nestling my head against his chest
And I was happy.
He told me later he had butterflies
But for me, it had never felt so right.
Definition of a Writerwrit•erDefinition of a Writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery
They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish
A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own
They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone around
And make this journey an unforgettable experience
Writers are masters of inspiration
And will set aside whatever may ruin the ecstasy of their writing
Which they will forever embrace
And will fight to claim the title author
In their world of words
Their stories are set free
Some are killed to b
Alone In The CrowdHelp me shed this cloak of confusionAlone In The Crowd3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And take me back to my home,
I'm tired of this seclusion
Slamming lies into all I've known.
I'm counting eternal hours
Numbers in nocturnal sleep.
The glass in which we shower
Can't hold back what you keep.
I want you to help me dream
And show me how to act.
From a river, into a stream;
What is it that I lack?
The gleam of your necklace
Reflects all of my want.
Is it because I was reckless?
Is it me that they haunt?
Ushered into an unwanted grave
Bound in chains, drowned in steel.
I was made into a social slave
And died as if I were not real.
Harmonious InterdependenceHarmonious InterdependenceHarmonious Interdependence4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'God created the lamb but he also made the tyger'
As the light longs for the dark,
And the motorway is situated parallel to a park.
We discover these two entities are reliant on one another.
Just as a murder needs a victim
And total anarchy needs a codified system.
We recognize these two forces are sister and brother.
Stereotypically the same way fire is obliged to water,
An innocent lamb must go to the slaughter.
We unravel that opposites that are self-reliant is just a mere cover.
At the place where vengeance encounters compassion,
And were verbal phrasing combines with action.
We identify that winter co-exists with summer.
Just as hostile enemies needs commendable friends,
And the beginning of a story must always have an eventual end.
We accept the fact that every offspring is a prerequisite of a mother.
Everyone and everything must have a polarised partner.
There can be no tranquillity without the occurrence of disaster.
We discover these two entities are
Sacrificing Love (Collaboration)The night we met, you told me stories about gypsy moths. "They only live about a week," you murmured as the barkeep called for one last round. I remember feeling sad, thinking of feathered antennae and flightless, wing-heavy mothers who laid their eggs and left to die. I vowed, that night as I kissed your cheek with vodka-stained lips, to never take a new sunrise for granted again.Sacrificing Love (Collaboration)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
This night, there is nothing but chilly silence and memories that cling, just like the drunken aura I emitted. I still remember that night we met, me in your embrace whispering feverishly, "Life would be nothing without you". Yet your warmth long extinguished in my heart, the flame that left me as ashes. Perhaps you never noticed the tiny shard of my heart glowing dimly at a corner, or never actually cared when your words made me the phoenix I am today. But I don't need you to anticipate a sunrise of the finest lights.
The second night, you filled my head with Tsetse flies. "They kill
Lest we forgetLest we forget3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In Flanders' fields, the poppies blow,
and we who walk among them know
that here men fought, and bravely died
with equal courage, side by side;
the lark has overcome the crow.
We touch the Dead in memory –
embrace them through the century.
The earth enshrines their valiant hearts
in Flanders' fields.
The torch has guttered years ago;
the enemy has been laid low.
And though your names should slowly fade,
your blood a better world has made.
Rest you now where the poppies grow
in Flanders' fields.
I miss you, goodbye.I miss you,I miss you, goodbye.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I said I didn't I would be lying.
You say you miss me too.
I miss being held in your arms
As we kissed.
I miss the way you looked at me
When you knew
I was afraid
I miss the way your hand
Felt against mine
As we walked in the rain
I miss your laugh
And warm smile
As you looked down at me
I miss feeling safe around you
Knowing that you betrayed my trust
And my love.
I wish we could try again
I know I won't give you another chance
My friends are more loyal than you.
I still miss you
And every good thing about us
But the bad outweighs the good.
SurrealisticCyclones of cobwebs-Surrealistic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
drown archaic veils.
Tireless moons revolve-
with hourly indexes.
encase taciturn rusts.
Floral moors bleed upon-