Speak to Me Speak to me in roars and booms like thunder,
To inspire wild visions in wonder.
Or whisper like the softest breeze in spring
Of a scholar who overthrew the king.
Debate in Fauvist colours, shamelessly bright
And dare to make sunshine in the dead of night.
Shout and scream, hoarse as the Bedlam inmate
On the dagger-sharp edges of cruel fate.
Lie to me in dull dreams like a trickster god,
Tell tales where I can spark like a lightning rod.
Murmur in tones from falsetto to baritone
And make the planets rumble with a song of their own.
Sing to me more skillfully than an opera star,
Like an angel but holier by far.
Laugh like Balder before the arrow struck;
Confident, easy and just out of luck.
But don't stay silent.
We're LiarsMy lungs are burning,We're Liars2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I cannot breathe,
Held beneath the surface
By the lies they weave.
And here in the still
My emotions seethe.
I see my reflection
In their words and grieve.
Backwards I'm the girl that dancedBackwards2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And now look at me.
A year, three thousand miles,
And I'm still not free.
I'm the girl that imagined,
But nothing came true.
And now there isn't much left
Except a poem or two.
Thousandth whisperOn the thousandth whisper of the thousandth wordThousandth whisper2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A thousand things have gone unheard
And thoughts and emotions, undeterred
Sink from the consciousness of this one caged bird.
UnforgettableI know a truth that I'll never forget,Unforgettable2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A secret thing that I'll always regret.
Like a trespass one can't take back once said
But that lives on in the speaker's head.
I wish I could tell the truth that I know,
Give up freely, and let it go.
Share with someone the sad secret
That I will never forget.
InnocenceInnocence torn apartInnocence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All wonder forgotten
In search of a meaning
Innocence bled out
Actions and emotions
In packs of five
A child sacrificed
To praise false gods
Wilderness on its knees
Mind too consumed by
The prison it created
Lasting Impressions.It crossed my mindLasting Impressions.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And lingered there
Like footprints in concrete
It invaded my heart
Made it home
Like a bird nesting
It lifted my soul
On waxen wings
I flew too close
Now I ask myself
My eyes closed
Was it worth it?
RefugeeAs above, so below.Refugee2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My mistake, friend or foe.
Just before habits go,
stay awake, tell it no.
No more lies, dip in twine.
Dirty secrets, told benign.
Slip away, more resign.
Fix the shelter, stay in line.
See the bridge, don't look back.
Forget aid, try and lack.
First runner stays on track.
Spot the watcher, don't attack.
Know this, said he,
time is short, we must flee.
Send the dogs after me.
Take away the refugee.
I'm a monsterWe all have little monsters in usI'm a monster2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that whisper ugly words into our ears.
My soul is at war, it is a fight
between the human and the monster in me,
and I fear... that the monster will win.
The monster controls me...
it forces me to think the worst of others
and it tells me to isolate myself,
to protect myself from those evil humans.
The monster dictates my every move,
I must pretend that I am a human...
lest anyone think of me as a monster.
The human inside of me has long died
and the seemingly innocent person you see
is nothing but a disgusting monster
hiding in the body of another,
preying on the weaknesses -
the weaknesses of those frail humans
and feasting on their flaws.
I wanted to be human,
but I'm a monster.
And I hate myself for it.
Dead And GoneThey say he's resting peacefully deep beneath the groundDead And Gone1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And that for once his eyes are shut and he is sleeping sound.
But I cannot imagine him so quiet and so serene;
As if he would give in to death, so common and so mean.
No, I think his hands are clenched, and there's a furrow in his brow,
And he is counting his woes like sheep even now.
GhostsLike a vacant shell, like a sunken ship,Ghosts1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like an empty, lonely, soundless drip.
Like a fallen star, like a blunted thorn,
Like a single loon — only more forlorn.
Like a hollow tree, like a falling leaf,
Like a river stone — only far more brief.
Here we are as we've always been,
Like a lit-up shadow, like a face unseen.
Papier-mache face If I was all alone in a darkened roomPapier-mache face2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'd be no more alone than I am with you.
A mask and a good costume,
That's all it takes to hide what's true.
And you stand there and lie with such good grace
As if not aware that I know what's real.
I can read what's on your face,
But there's nothing there to reveal.
So blank, so distant, and so cold;
Papier-mâché face, lost to reality.
You're just a projection of the lies you've told
In the guise of prudent neutrality.
AsylumI dance through echoing rooms in my mind,Asylum2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Up the creaking stairs that lead to No-Place
And play in the memories left behind
When Reality chose to show her face.
So clear now, every neuron's trail sparking
To paint the portraits clinging to the walls.
So obvious the shattered glass marking
Remains of naïve dreams that strew these halls.
And now through the gardens of withered rue,
And imagined fountains flowing with thought
To deny the need for the Darkness who
Helps conceal the asylum gates I wrought.
A WordBurning sun through a telescope,A Word2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dancing man on a length of rope.
Wild and lonely as a firefly -
You are a thought that will never die.
Wings LostThey say opposites attract and they are rightWings Lost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For every blackened soul mourns their own innocence.
At first, I welcomed you, drawn by your pain.
There’s really no good story without suffering.
But I didn’t expect you to stick around
You crept into my mind ever so silently, never making a sound.
Something as pure as you shouldn’t be walking
In the dark depths that is my heart.
It’s been so long since it was last used
And I find myself slightly amused
Seeing how oblivious you are to the danger.
Like a kite, you fly so high never looking down
But I’m slowly sinking and I will take you down with me
You left a rope tied around my black heart and you will never again be free.
Once you’re grounded I’ll find a way to stain your innocent mind
To kill your light because you shine so bright it hurts.
Don’t you understand I don’t know how to love you this way,
I’m too jealous of your wings so I will cut them away
You’ll smile and te
CastlesLong ago and far away,Castles2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In a castle built to stay,
Nothing left, and nothing right.
Nothing but encroaching night.
At the dusky death of day,
In a castle built to stay,
The dark is eating me alive,
The dark is wanting to survive.
By the curve of azure bay,
In a castle built to stay,
I'm alone, and I'm afraid,
I wish that I had never prayed.
On the sun's last saffron ray,
In a castle built to stay
I will live and I will die
Both while dreaming I can fly.
Clichedoes your poetry consist ofCliche2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
feelings nestled in ribcages
silent cries inside of a marrow
and the dull thunk of your heart
against my barely beating bones?
or is your poetry nestled in galaxies
shooting across well-kept fingertips
like comets lighting a dull sky
stardust of my hip bone wishes
literature universe coming to an end?
can your poetry play imagination
like a clever twist in a dream
where you kiss my shadows away
and teach me how to caress you
with love that burns passion away?
are you smitten enough to
run away with me
or are you yet to be blanketed
by these heavy arms of mine?
do my words weigh you down?
i havent met one so easily drowned
by the vast sea of my sunkissed letters
but as your velvet lips whispered,
always is there a first.
my body's slave is my mind.it's barely summermy body's slave is my mind.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i've forgotten how to breathe;
i fall in love with strangers
before they even speak.
it's like i'm
within the pulsating crowd
like a fly trapped in a spider's web;
questions are spun
inferiority screams in my ear
& consumes all thoughts
until i can't hear
all the questions that are caught
between threads of my insecurities,
the fabric of my being -
tightening its grip
with everyone seeing
it's barely summer
but i can feel
each pump of my left ventricle
is an exertion against will,
& leaves me cripple
& frozen, still -
but feeling like i could run
before you could catch me.
i watch the moon
trade places with the sun,
racing against time,
but my day
has still not yet
The GuarenteeCrushing on addiction,The Guarentee2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hitting on perversion-
sleeping with the memories
of a long-forsaken lust.
Called yourself a virgin,
leaning on religion-
afraid of the judgment day
when your heart returns to dust.
Tied your hands together,
holding on forever-
prizes for the unjust.
Spirit torn asunder,
sound louder than thunder-
running away from scorched earth
to a greener piece of crust.
once Noah’s Ark is finished
cleanliness turns into rust.
You wrestle with angels,
thinking that they’re devils-
every time you tell yourself
that heaven is a must.
I Love YouStanding in the rain,I Love You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I start to rust.
Seeing your face,
I'm blinded by dust.
I can't stop starring,
There's too much beauty.
You claim you're ugly,
Which I cannot see.
Hearing your voice,
Is like a chime.
I'd give you my world,
On the drop of a dime.
Having you in my arms,
Makes us the perfect two.
They claim I'll leave you,
Which I'll never do.
When I say it,
It's always true.
What I mean,
Is I love you.
White AirThe air I once had breathed, has now been to turned to red,White Air2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The loving fumes and heart filled swoons soon fill up all our heads.
The air I once had breathed, has now been turned to green,
Tranquil leaves and swaying trees is now what can be seen.
The air I once had breathed, has now been turned to blue,
The crying eyes yet peaceful skies are all what make it true.
The air I once had breathed, has now been turned to brown,
The dying life inside of spite will leave it with a frown.
The air I once had breathed, has now been turned to black,
Now death is near and makes me fear life will be off track.
The air I now breathe, the air that is now white,
Gives my soul an open goal that things will be alright.
december.and when they take medecember.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the morgue,
will you see the difference
between my skin and the sheet?
and when they close my eyes
please be standing over me,
so that your face
will be the last thing they see.
and when those tears fall
down from your face
pour them on my lips,
so i can take you with me.
and when they look away
caress my bloodless face,
give me one last gush of
and when they bring the casket
gently tuck me away to sleep,
read me one last story
from that book atop the shelf.
and when they place me in the ground,
beneath six feet of dirt,
leave your footprints in the snow
and please don't let them melt.
and when I fall to hell
i'll be waiting at the gates,
but darling please take your time
there is no need to rush.
On FateHope lies in chances that a thing might be changed,On Fate2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it's three A.M.and I've fallen apart.
Thinking that life is prearranged
I've decided that fate is hope's enemy at heart.
One is unchanging and cannot fall.
The other is needed to exist at all.
Dark ValentineDark Valentine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep in the stillness,
I wander but a ghost thru mists of shadow & sanguine ..
And the trees bathe in the mystique of Night’s serenade
Covet thee my love immortal,
for we are hunters of a dream untamed;
poetry bleeding into the abyss ...
Candle whispers drink a sky of wine, unto where I sojourn —
in the caress of your lips, and ache of darkest Moon
— Arthur Crow © 2013