Good enoughYou’ll never be good enough to beat that person in video games.Good enough2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nor that online player who claims they're the best.
You’ll never be good enough to earn that pay raise at work.
Nor become employee of the month.
You’ll never be good enough to be the strongest and smartest in class.
Nor get the best grades.
You’ll never be good enough to be a model.
Nor have the body you've always wanted.
You’ll never be good enough to walk away from that fight.
Nor be able to fight back.
You’ll never be good enough to hold back your emotions.
Nor always be the best friend.
You’ll never be good enough to always do the right thing.
Nor make the right choices.
You’ll never be good enough to make that person love you.
Nor always be loved.
You’ll never be good enough to make it somewhere.
Nor ever be noticed.
But you can damn well try.
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.
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.
ThanksWhen did my inspiration fly south?Thanks2 years 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.
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 you2 years 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.
Just a Dream. Please.I feel...Just a Dream. Please.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that this is a dream.
None of it's real.
Nothing's what it seems.
But sometimes I wake
with a gasp and a start.
Like being thrown in a lake,
the cold waking my heart.
And I look up in fear
at what I've done.
It's bringing me to tear,
this monster I've become.
The things I've said,
the people I've hurt.
I wish I were dead,
Six feet in the dirt.
This can't be real.
I won't let it be.
I don't want to feel.
I don't want to be me.
So I slip back into dreams,
where everything's okay.
Nothing's as it seems,
but I get through the day.
My wordsThe amount of words spoken everyday can become repetitive.My words2 years 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.
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
Bury GodOne day God created manBury God11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And ,in its love, humanity praised him.
One day God smiled at man
And in its pride, humanity continued
In the practice it believed God found just.
One day God laughed at man
And in outrage, man endeavored
To rise above God
And bellow from above him.
One day God cried for humanity
And in its grandeur
Humanity believed to understand God
To understand his sorrow
Whilst still glaring at him from below.
One day God forsook humanity
And in its disillusion
Humanity attempted to appertain God
And worse yet, aspire
To replace God
Whilst still brooding below him.
Finally, One day humanity killed God
And in its holiness
Humanity decreed from its heavenly throne
To bury God
And along with him the planet
For humanity had risen beyond it.
After All..I am a flightless bird,After All..2 years 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.
Lost for wordsI used to be able to take a group of ugly words, and turn them into a beauty.Lost for words2 years 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.
Little StarYou think you're the star,Little Star2 years 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.
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?
WithoutWithout a breath or hint of lifeWithout2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without reflection, trails behind
Trying to grasp what can't be seen
Without a heartbeat in between
When you ask yourself "could this be it?"
As you glance upon a golden cage
A candle that was never lit
A book without a single page
Battles over unknown lands
With heroes who have never lived
A poem that was never said
A story that was never read
Without closure the show is done
Without motion we are gone
There's no excuse for feeling sad
You can't miss what you've never had