Lost for wordsI used to be able to take a group of ugly words, and turn them into a beauty.Lost for words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to be able to have the words tell a story.
Now I’m at a loss for words, wishing I could bring back the inspiration I had before.
I know if I force it out, my words will become lies.
Un-relatable, and confusing.
Despite my efforts to change this.
It’ll remain the same.
Till I find my inspiration again.
My wordsThe amount of words spoken everyday can become repetitive.My words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
“I want to be stronger.”
They don’t sink in anymore because we've overused them.
“Why doesn't anyone love me?”
No longer can we start a revolution, or inspire a world.
“We can do it! Keep on fighting!”
Instead we wind up sounding cliche.
“I want to die”
No longer are we the poets who make people cry.
“Life is shit”
Instead we leave a blank feeling, because we've heard it before.
So we are left with this emptiness.
But that can’t be true.
Because it’s too cliche.
I'm doing this all for youPlease forget that I am here, but don't forget that I once existed.I'm doing this all for you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
This world I wanted to abandon has now embraced me, in the most loving of ways.
Forgetting my old emotions, I embarked on this new journey in life.
But instead of being welcomed.
I was destroyed on the spot.
Fighter planes gunning me down.
Once again I found myself at a roadblock.
Pretending that the exit behind me didn't exist.
Nor did the signs leading me in the right way.
Instead I ran straight into the bullets.
Pretending that I could take them.
That I was made of steel.
I ignored the cries telling me to turn back.
Unable to close my eyes from this fearful sight.
The sight of my own demise.
ThanksWhen did my inspiration fly south?Thanks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It isn't winter anymore.
Why can’t I gain the excitement I used too, about someone enjoying my work?
Was I faking it all along?
Shouldn't this mean more?
This used to be my life, my escape, my everything.
I have all these ideas.
But when they come through I do not care to see the outcome in the readers.
Instead of connecting, I simply say something useless.
Instead of fighting back against those who dislike I just reply.
No argument in sight.
Didn't I used to care about the few fans I had?
I used to explode with happiness when someone said “I connected with this!”
Now it’s just, a bleak thanks, and I move on.
Lullaby dreamsWhen your eyes shut, the world around you is to become full again.Lullaby dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
All your human needs are gone, gone, gone.
Thus, you are entranced in a world of wonder.
Creating your own reality, different from others.
This dream is my escape.
These dreams shall not stop, despite the horrors of the world.
If one were to listen to my wonders before they disappeared then they might dream of diffrent things.
So my dear, did you enjoy your slumber? Dream of anything nice?
These dreams I call my beauty, they create my realm of fantasy.
They tell a story, a story of whatever my mind wishes.
With an unconscious decision from me.
For who can really set what they’re going to dream?
Holding onto them, won’t do you any good.
Because once they’re over, letting go is best.
But don’t forget about them, if they made you dream again.
Tears don't bring the dead back to lifeIt's shadow times and sunken livesTears don't bring the dead back to life1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in a grave of mud and flesh remains
they've killed many souls with bloody knives
and weaved their ladders out of veins.
"Away!" they shout when death has cried
and off they run, away from pride.
"Away!" they scream when death has blown
so off they go, when blood has flown.
Then there's the boom of drums and trumpets
wail. Men fall to graves; they've pain their debts.
There's rust in bones, and tears at home
And strange lost love that walks alone.
There's a pretty, kind lady looking out the window
little does she know that now she's a widow.
And the little young boy who sleeps in her arms
had just lost a father down by the dams.
A beautiful girl lies beneath the pine trees,
staring at the skies and all what she sees
is the bright red sun, bleeding on the horizon
the girl shuts her eyes and death brings her ease.
Once an old man had a wonderful family
who lived on the other five chairs around
the kids would play and jump so cheerily
filling a quie
Simple questions“Yes another,” they said, a smile stained on the faces of pain.Simple questions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We’re all staring into the mirror, reflecting nothing but the truth.
But which is true?
With this universe surrounded by wealth,
One must ask what it’s all worth.
My questions must be because of my jealousy.
Why do we get emotions?
Just listen to what they want you to become.
A perfect by the book character.
Following the signs, to a dead end.
The road must go somewhere, right?
Those material objects, that you call friends.
Are just a matter of texts.
Simply stating what you wanted to hear.
What is that we yearn for?
“My world is fine” a simple lie.
Nothing is wrong with a little one once in awhile.
A little one of what?
Without that comfort of safety, we fall to victims of fear.
Everyone shouts that they’re in the light.
But I don’t mind being in the darkness sometimes.
What does the darkness stand for anyway?
Obviously I am not of this earth.
Because someone can’t be
O sing, museI fell asleep once with my memory caughtO sing, muse1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in tadpoles and roses and water and light,
in the mausoleum where bloodshot eyes
And paper meet (where ideas drop from nubby pencils,
to splay, stillborn, across a sea of white).
My pen bled circles
through my desk that night.
When I woke, you were standing
on the edge of my sight,
your eyelids trailing ink.
I watched your hands fold in and out,
The smell of words too strong to think.
You smiled at me and let me fall
into the promise of your face.
There I read snowflakes, sea-foam and angels;
flashes of of glory and splinters of grace.
I asked you in, and your words behind -
'Sing, muse, of roses and water and light,'
I was fool enough to call them mine -
My pen bled circles
through my desk that night.
Give Me Your PainWhen i see you sufferGive Me Your Pain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't help but wish
Wish I can take it away
Place my hand on your shoulder
Let your pain channel from you to me
Take your pain away
Make it my own
To spare you
Spare you of what you don't deserve
Let me suffer
So that you may breath easy
The weight on the world no longer upon you
But on me now
I'll bare all of this
Just to see you smile
A smile worth all this anguish
I ask for nothing in return
Just for you to be happy
Love i would cherish more than anything
That would be all i ask
I love you
Care for you
I wish i can take this pain from you
A writers woeThe reason I started writing, was to create legends that would never end.A writers woe10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When a good story came to it’s end, I was left in sadness.
The people I once called home, had disappeared from my heart.
While they were just a creation of someone else's mind, I felt as if I had lost my friend.
To a horrible horrible end.
Even if they lived happily ever after, even if they moved on.
I was left in this sadness that I could no longer hear their story and no longer join their tale.
Thus I began my own.
I wanted these characters to be my friends, and to exist in my mind.
So that whenever I felt alone I could call upon them.
I could have someone beside me.
Someone who would never die.
Even if their story no longer took the form of words.
They would still be in my mind, still be living along side me.
So I would never have to say goodbye.
After All..I am a flightless bird,After All..1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
And that's alright.
It can't be helped,
My wings have been clipped.
But not out of love.
My wings were clipped out of fear,
A fear that there are things I cannot do.
So I watch you fly,
Fly fly fly.
You beautiful bird.
You're so colourful and bright,
I'm nothing but a background dull grey.
Go and fly,
No need to wait up.
I keep clipping my feathers because I don't think I'm ready to fly.
You can sing all your songs to me when you come home,
You keep learning new ones every time you fly.
And each time you fly,
You fly farther and higher.
And your at a point right now that when you fly,
I can't watch anymore.
And when you come home,
I'm happy your back.
But I'm also sad,
Because deep down I want to fly away with you.
And be with you all the time.
So from my cage I'll sing my songs to my self,
The same ones I've known since I was young.
I'm too scared to fly.
Little StarYou think you're the star,Little Star1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flying way up high.
Nothing can touch you.
You own the sky.
Your colors are bright,
no one shines brighter.
You're number one....
till you go a bit higher.
Farther in the sky,
there are stars that shine true,
and you cannot compare.
You're just little old you.
Those stars are huge.
You'll never compare.
Don't even try.
Don't even dare.
You're small and weak.
They're big and strong.
Your shine is meek,
and theirs is long.
So just give up.
There's nothing to do.
You're not good enough,
yes, it's true.
It's not true at all.
Those stars may be big,
but keep standing tall.
You're a star too,
no matter the size.
Don't believe the insults.
Don't believe the lies.
Yes your shine is unique,
and done your own special way,
and that's all that really matters
at the end of the day.
So shine your best little star,
and know this to be true.
You may not be perfect,
but you're perfectly you.