Beginning, Middle, And EndI’ve always been told,Beginning, Middle, And End4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Good stories have a beginning, middle and end,
Not necessarily in that order.
Every time I use to talk to you,
My speech sounded more
Like Morse code.
See, ‘cause small talk to me,
Is the civilian equivalent
Of trying to diffuse a bomb.
THERE IS AN UNDERWIRE…
THERE IS AN UNDERWIRE!
I wrote you letters
You never read.
I think I’m wasting my time.
I’m trying to relight old matches,
As if it will rekindle flames
That have vanished long ago,
Or make a house
Rise from the ashes.
I built you a house,
Made out of our memories.
I hope it can shelter you
In my dream, your silhouette
Tried to engulf me.
I managed to escape,
But I wish it had.
I burned the house down,
You’re a 6 year old girl
I’m a 3rd generations Asian-Canadian
Looking for a place I belong.
I don’t know you.
You don’t know me.
Schizoid AvoidanceSchizoid AvoidanceSchizoid Avoidance10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Abandon, reject and hate me
'Cause that's all I've learned to expect
Oppressive social surrealism taunts
Leaving me dissociated and defect
Solitude and musing entice
Thus I walk earth's face loner-wise
Ecstatic pondering analyzing my mind
Introspective truths to find
Fear forcing me to escape
Guilt and shame raging inside
Craving companionship and intimacy
Yet too paranoid to confide
Keeping my precious poker-face
Because an apathetic appearance grants inner pride and grace
People call me a statue with an icy stare
Yet I snort and smirk; I simply don't care
For their ignorance...
The Music Won't Let Me SleepIt jars meThe Music Won't Let Me Sleep5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the fitful terror
of mine own heart
of my hardened soul
as my body moves
without either's permission
I let the melody's quake
keep me awake
though sleep still calls to me
in loving lyrics
I can't let myself believe
else the music may leave me
to dreadful whispers of silence,
I lose myself
amongst the veins
of dulcet flow
and elastic beats of rhythm
mimicking what I once hoped
was a living heart.
Cloaked in another body
of mellifluous hatred and love
I try to conquer my soul
my husk acting the motions
of its siege
a silent cry
with a hand reaching
for a sun seen only
by listening eyes.
I move and listen with my being
offer everything else away,
SchizoidI am oddSchizoid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A misunderstood individual
Discretely and secretly unstable
I am a schizoid
And i will always be isolated
Because i am unfit for friendship
Unfit for any relationship
I am a prisoner of my own personality
Bound by it
To watch the socially adequate
As they frolic and talk among themselves
I am abnormal
Therefore must pay the price
Another Language called EnglishI took your adjectives for granted. There was something about the way you skipped over your 's'es and gleaned over your 'i's and 'e's, that never really made me want to kiss you. You'd sit there with your languid fingers clutching a book that was half finished, and read me words that were completely mispronounced. It would prickle me under my skin and I would grit my teeth, wondering when you would stop. I would never understand the english language you thought you spoke, and your confidence in your own words annoyed me.Another Language called English1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was comical when you spoke in front of our friends. Your mistaken pronunciation of the word 'pronunciation' in particular made them giggle. I would stand in a corner, clutching a glass of rum and coke and cringe, flushing in second hand embarrassment. You would smile at me from across the room, and continue with your tangled tongue as though nothing was wrong.
I felt sorry for you. But not sorry enough when you took your favourite writing pen from my d
EmpathyAntisocial?Empathy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For God's sake, eat!
Deal with it.
Find a balance and stick with it.
There are people dying for that food you waste.
Control yourself, woman!
Stop being so clingy!
Do you always have to have the spotlight?
Yeah right, attention whore.
It's not all about you!
It's not that bad.
Not everyone is out to get you.
You're just weak.
You're a cold one, aren't ya?
Why you gotta be so weird all the time?
Get a grip on reality.
There are better ways to get attention.
Why don't you just kill yourself already?
If you have said any of these things,
To any of these people,
Get a fucking perspective.
RobinYou taught meRobin2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the meaning of the word
When I was a child
you were my favourite one,
your movies made
me dream about
a better future,
about who I would become
Your characters were full
of hope and joy.
You were my hero.
You will be forever in my heart!
Oh captain my captain,
thanks for making me happy
when I was a child,
and thanks for making me happy
everytime I watch your movies.
Sorry if this poem and my english
suck, but it's the best I can do
while I'm about to cry...
One day we'll see in another
world, but until that moment comes...
..thank you Robin, thank you!
soul slitterI want to stomp you downsoul slitter4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the spiders crawling
on the bathroom floor
at two am:
desperate and panicked
in the dark,
tired and eager
to finish you
and leave you to twitch
on glistening tiles.
gristle between your teeth,
you have cracked open
one too many torsos.
your ax-chopped halves
all ooze red longing
for you and your lips,
your warm arms,
but I know your touch
is really a sting
Dedicated to Robin WilliamsThe earth cries,Dedicated to Robin Williams2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its roars of weeping billow across the sky with deafening volume.
The clouds groan under the weight of their own tears,
The ground is flooded with their sadness.
All over the world, people mourn.
His family and friends, his fans...
Parents, grandparents, and children alike.
We have lost a role-model, a childhood...
All mourn for the loss of a legend..
A hero to many.
One who has bestowed so much happiness,
So much laughter and encouragement,
While he himself battled a war within his being.
How could this be? We ask ourselves.
How could someone so great
Fall to such depths?
But as these inquiries burn in our minds,
There is something greater to cling to within our hearts...
The mark he has left on the world.
SchizoidTrapped in my brain cellSchizoid7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
i'll stay inside forever
never will i go outside
to catch a glimpse of light
Everything i want is here
but i still want more
alone in the huge crowd
i'm one of a kind
Damned for life and without parole
nothing has become my friend
i'm so used to having him around
and there isn't room for anyone
Questions.Questions.Questions.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know the unknowable.
Vietnama cellar door was beginningVietnam5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to open somewhere in all of us
emerging somewhere between
the throat and the spine,
spitting out ink as it burrowed deeper,
giving a new place to hide and store
smiles for better days,
a place for matchbooks and
milk cartons and anything in-between
a place to harbor unkept promises and
other multitudes of sorrow.
had been placed on shelves with chipped
high above the earth
were brought underneath us once again
at this not-quite cemetery,
the all-encompassing "i-love-you"
buried deeply in the mix
of scattered blades and bones
as we learned
how to confront skeletons
belonging to strangers other than ourselves.
from passing by the roses strewn
at the feet of the fallen and feeling
the names of the dead on the cold, wet
stone, there became a certain
satisfaction in breathing
and even more in realizing we still could.
Something To Lose.Is this all I am to you?Something To Lose.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just something to lose?
Someone to hurt?
To hit and abuse?
For that would leave marks
Not even mentally
You go straight for the heart
Like a waterfall cascading
It won't ever stop
I'll be here still waiting
Or so I once thought
I can never fight this feeling
But I can't help that it's here
Maybe it'd be best
If I could just disappear...
The Price To Be AliveI never did look, so I never did question,The Price To Be Alive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your riddled with guilt and unspoken confessions.
Making the effort to push on mile after mile,
Feeling your knife in my back all the while!
I had always thought that you were a part of me!
Now I can't stand the thought of you and I'll never be sorry.
I still just can't believe I let you happen to me!
The thoughts are so maddening and chip away at my sanity...
When you told me I was nothing time itself seemed to have frozen,
And when it finally thawed I found myself somehow more broken!
The pain is so hard to stop; it keeps coming in stronger waves...
I fell down from the very top and right into my open grave!
And you saved me?! Just to break me again?!?!
Why couldn't you let this go so this could finally end?!
I'm so tired of all the thoughts and all the voices in my head!
I hate the whispered words that should never have been said!
You couldn't have really meant it when you wished that I was dead!
I've fallen to the floor
TeachTeach how to read, not what to read.Teach1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Teach how to speak, not what to say.
Teach how to love, not who to love.
Teach how to think, not what to think.
Teach how to be, not who to be.
Teach how to listen, not what to listen to.
Teach how to stand, not what to stand for.
Teach how to write, not what to write.
Teach how to admire, not what to admire.
Teach how to fight, not who to fight.
Teach how to laugh, not what to laugh at.
Teach how to question, not what to question.
Teach how to accept, not what to accept.
Teach how to succeed, not what to succeed in.
Teach how to follow, not who to follow.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
I Ami am a mechaI Am2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
of my own truth
the one deep inside truth
the one you thought you knew
the one that has to scram
the melted dark rain
the one with words of bang
the one you love to break
feeling away from you
I am safe
My SociopathMy sociopath.My Sociopath1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
People are just a means,
To achieve your goals.
You don't really care.
It's all pretend.
I wonder if they can tell?
But I'm different.
I'm your love,
Even if I don't love you,
Even if I can't love you.
You will protect me,
And care for me,
And I will show you kindness.
I will act as if I care,
Because you make me happy.
Your manipulations will get you far,
Battle in my MindEat.Battle in my Mind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
I love you..
Suicide or Tea?Should I kill myself or have a cup of tea?Suicide or Tea?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I decide on the latter and I'm not sure why. Probably because I can. Life is a never-ending scroll of be-goods, be-happies, be-in-controls, be-okays, be-strongs and be-appreciatives. So what's another day?
Just another day closer to death.
Still, life seems incredibly long, don't you think? So long, it's hard to see the end and nearly impossible to touch even with a knife in my hand that could easily skewer my heart, make it squirm and still like a dying nightingale sealing its death with a pathetic squeal of almost-song.
Life is pain and people in pain are a pain in the ass. Perhaps occasionally or perhaps frequently, they think "Why not just kill myself? Life is hell, anyway. No hell after life could be worse than this."
But they're wrong. The worst is never the worst because things can always get worse and maybe that's why I decided to stick with the chamomile tea. That or I feel tea-sipping is reason to live.
WorthlessLay down, silly little boyWorthless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Close your eyes, foolish child
Did you really feel special?
Did you truly think, you were different?
Stand up, silly little toy
Open your eyes, troublesome gnat
Look into the shattered mirror
Watch the salty rain run wild
Do you see silly, little, tool?
With your hideous eyes, stupid kid
Your worth has burnt in fire
See the pathetic pile of ash?
Such a smart, silly, little brat
Such an understanding, foolish, rat
You can see your end is near
Why not speed things up;
Silly, little, boy?
True FearTrue Fear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit and watch as my happiness runs around me
I look down tears begin to form under my eyes
they spill on to the floor my happiness stops
and comes to my side i pick it up and throw it
it lands across the room it falls to the floor hurt
I feel a smile come to my face a sinister smile
i get up and look at the happiness lay there
emotionless i laugh it tries to get up but it knows
it's been defeated I walk away i talk to myself " I
will never need that rotten thing no now that ive
got hate" i walk only stopping when i reach the window
I look down and on the window's edge I go
I sit watching as the world turns dark, children
becoming monsters adults ready to leave this
place this world of hate and torror I begin to laugh
"this place is a bitter world always being taken over
by the things we always push away" I jump down talking
to the air "the one true thing to fear... Is the fear of being
taken over" and down i fall untill my emotionless body
lays on the ground leaving this place of ter
SilenceSilence.Silence2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A language that everyone speaks.
But one that we are not able to hear.
A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.
There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.
People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.
A society where people judge others, as they sit back in their self proclaimed seats.
They can no longer understand you and they aware of the darkness that draws near.
Many lives led but we are all accompanied by the same drumbeat
Maybe you don't want to be heard but people will forcefully lend an ear.
Lips fused together, unint
Honest PsychiatristNormal, your brain is not.Honest Psychiatrist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a guess at what you got.
It's needed for your medication.
Label shouldn't cause frustration.
Guess at what pill to take.
So many that they make.
Don't know about your brain.
Could make you more insane.
Effects are usually small.
You may have none at all.
We warn just so you know,
Your pain may just grow.
Your brain isn't fried.
Just another to be tried.
Patience is what I need.
I promise it isn't greed.
So here's another pill.
Maybe now you won't be ill.