To Let You KnowTo everyone who can't stop themselves from caringTo Let You Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who can't help but be hurt every time
They're made to feel like they're
I just wanted to let you know
If you peek out your window
And look out at the sky
Perhaps you'll realize
Somewhere out there
Is someone else doing just the same thing
Waiting for someone to notice them
For doing everything they can do
Just as you are.
Perhaps you'll find out
That under the immense sky
There's someone out there
Waiting to notice you.
But if you look out your window
And see only sky
I just wanted to let you know
It's okay to cry
And feel lost and alone,
Set adrift and apart.
You don't need to atone
For the scars on your heart
Will heal because
I just wanted to let you know
You will never be alone
If only you'd open up your window.
ramblings on what's nextSometimes, I wonderramblings on what's next1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If we're afraid of death because
We'll be gone, or because
We'll be forgotten
Leaving behind no mark,
Just another lonely person
Trying to make loneliness
some sort of abstract beauty
infusing our words with actions
like we've made a vow to ourselves
We've promised to never keep.
Still terrified of losing ourselves
In the unknown we're clinging
to broken precipices of what we think we know
with every silver lining there's a cloud
and we're terrified to look up and see grey.
So alone in our minds, we try
to find someone to fill the void in our lives
like we know humans were never meant to be alone.
Bodies for barriers, a skin for a shield
we break it
attempting to connect the inside with the outside
like there's some sort of difference.
Staring into a mirror
memorizing the outlines of our own faces
yet wishing to match someone who is more
than what we are as though
they're somehow better, as though
they will be more unforgettable than our own meager selves.
Balancing ActI tireBalancing Act2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of these false smiles
Outright lies, dissolute faces
Putting all through their paces
Like they have to be an angel or a devil
Fulfill forced-upon expectations
Instead of think
Do something for yourself
Suck it up
No matter what
You'll die alone
Truth to the matter though
Mine, mine, mine
Yet I share
So yours too?
Agree or disagree
Agree to disagree
Something has just
It's a genuine smile
Now how did that pop up
That a grin can be meant
Instead of some kind of
Teenage, hormone-induced angst
And out of control
Of these tireless emotions
That are impossible to deal with
Because they just take over
Leaving rationality as a ticked-off
Of these false smiles, false desires
Grinning eyes whose soul is screaming LIAR
Of so much of this world.
fiction not factArt is fiction not factfiction not fact1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
more than what it is
yet less than what it seems
perception isn't reality,
yet that's all art is:
the perception of reality.
the idea of what is
the idea of what isn't
the idea of what could be
Art is nothing but creation
even when it is destruction
It is emotion, numbness,
the truth one sees or
the lies one doesn't.
The face, the body, the mind
fingers flying across blank paper
losing ourselves while creating a mirror
what was once empty now full
of the being that is
who we are.
The past, the future, the present
yesterday's tomorrow is where we reside
Our eternal home until we reach eternity
In this promise unbreakable yet unknown
the only absolute certainty
is our own morality.
Art is the mark we leave upon the world
The end result of us.
AlibiStomach clenching into knotsAlibi2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sobbing gasps torn by the wind
Away from here.
Two distinct trails
Salty water from the chin
Splatters down into
Fuzzy, indistinguishable fabric.
Noises, keening, wailing
Sobs fly along the wind
To closed ears and
People don't want to see
They don't want to admit
What the truth would show.
silenceyou don't knowsilence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
how much i'm not letting myself say.
you don't know
how fragile i view your strength
how strong i see your weakness.
i don't speak, settle in the silences to see
but never say what i have seen.
the silent truth that i wish to say
but it remains unspoken.
you don't know
i'm trying to see the world through your eyes but
all i can do is see it through filtered lenses.
all a matter of perspective yet
of reality there is only one but
there are so many.
apologies profuse and yet elusive
i hold words in my heart that
i can't let you hear because
i'm so afraid you'll break and
no apologies can fix you.
fragile hearts broken by single words and
i don't know if i'll say them.
misunderstanding wrought by fictional appearances and
fictional wishes, promises that
can't be kept because understanding is nonexistent.
All I have are words and sometimes
They are not enough.
contradictionit's on and off and come again;contradiction1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the swish, the sway, the sashay
sass and wit and brutal honesty
it's leave, come back, and go away.
it's red and green, purple and yellow, orange and blue
head or tails, up and down
the sky, the sea, the ground
it's straight, a square, and go around.
it's infinity to zero
the beginning to the end
with all the middle parts
Christmas cheer to Halloween fear
forgiveness to vengeance
creation to destruction
peace to war, chaos to order
it's everything and nothing.
it's on and off and come again
it's straight and square and circle
it's infinity to zero
everything to nothing
is a contradiction-
's don't exist.
AssassinSoftly, gently, quickly nowAssassin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
footsteps across a barren land
leave behind imprints in innocence
purity defiled as snow becomes mud
and man leaves behind his marks
On a world ignorant of the individual
just the corruption of the masses
overcoming blissful securities
tied away in a locked chest
before adulthood comes to break it open
The secrets not meant to be revealed
like skeletons in the closet
once smiling bleach white
with age they are yellowed, becoming
brittle but never forgotten
The dead pay their respects to the living
hoping beyond hope that the lessons they've learned
won't come too late for those with hearts
still controlling the minds trying to live.
truth i seeSometimes, I wonder how many truths I've seen.truth i see1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes, I wonder why I hold them back.
I wonder if I'm lying but
I would fear I'm telling the truth.
Calling myself unobservant but
I can't break through the barriers
People have erected around themselves
In order not to break down.
I can't just tell the bastard child
Life is theirs to live if only
They could learn to love themselves.
Trying to find that special other
In order to fill a hole so strongly felt
So largely encompassing, it's hard to tell
It's there, I can't
Say the words on the tip of my tongue because
It's not my place to dictate.
My own reality is wonderful, perhaps
That is why I want to say
'Don't try to fill yourself with others
You will never find satisfaction down your path.
Struggle everyday, it will be futile
Because you can never know someone better than
That is merely my truth
It is what I see and understand.
I can call myself selfish, for I am
In the kindnesses I share
In the laughter and smiles I hope
wanderingthere is just the barest hint of mysterywandering1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the shadows playing on the ground beneath the leaves
dark ones to pale ones shifting
as night fades to day darkens to night once more
and sleep claims the restless soul
searching for a home to return to
where once there was nothing
becomes a creation of something.
balance becomes the only certain goal
when everything else is achieved
season's passing season's greeting
rising now, restless soul growing
in ways more than one as leaves fall
and shadows become one as grey skies
linger over the creation still so fragile
not quite filled with the warmth
of a heart still wandering but
now with something to come back to.
fulfilledIt's the tension gripping your insidesfulfilled1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
where having to go without
isn't even a possibility anymore.
It's the point when there can be
no more waiting, no more procrastinating
just the tenseness finally breaking
like you've finally found what you needed to do
and you went out and did it.
The feeling of accomplishment
the sense of having completed a quest
what you have set out to do
what you have been waiting to do
for what appears to be ages
in which you were stuck waiting
for tomorrow to become today
but tomorrow already became yesterday
because there was always something
to hold you back.
Free from your fetters
free from the disillusionment and reality of limitations
free from the clenching in your abdomen
and the cramping of muscles held too tight
the price was hefty but
the reward will always be worth it.
questionable existencewe are constantly in question of our very own existencequestionable existence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as though the answer is somewhere in the world
and we just have to find it.
would we be able to recognize it?
the meaning of life is the meaning we give it
yet the justifications for our existence
are constantly put into doubt, questioned by people
who believe that there must be a reason for everything
when all too often life is based upon the belief
there is something worth living for.
what if there isn't?
what if the only real purpose for existing
is just that: to exist?
could we ever allow ourselves to accept something so simple?
can we ever let what will be, be, without question
without justifications, without reason?
or is it that in its very simplicity
we cannot accept that one plus one equals two
without asking why?
without questioning the very existence of one
and how a one and a one could possibly combine
to form a two, something entirely different from one and yet
the numbers form a relationship, a bond.
and it is not ju
simple complexityStating the obvioussimple complexity1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To avoid the oblivious
The inner struggles of strife
Outer battles of life
More than meets the eye
Hidden souls in countless places
Nor exempt from paces.
Entering the mazes
Like shifting waves
Allow the haze
Others to save
More to laze.
Leave eyes bleak
As much as it reveals
Mask firmly settled
Cracks realign to new
Wrinkles in fine mettle
Find a different view.
Only signs of a game
Lost and won but
No winnings found, only cut
Bonds are broken, bent
Backs are sighing
Praying for heaven-sent
But simply lying.
More or less or better or worse
Blessing or curse
Every scar and bleeding heart
Walking along, part by part
Individuals brought together
Here to stay before forever
Ending lives and living lives
Here on earth, we survive.
I am not one for pretty words I am not one for pretty wordsI am not one for pretty words 2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For hidden meaning tied up with beauty.
No entanglements of double entendres,
No seductions of your mind.
I may exaggerate
Yet it is but truth in my eyes.
I may use the wrong words
But I will hope you still understand my meaning.
I may be blunt
But I am not given to cruelty.
But only if you can take them.
I will not hide who I am
Nor ask forgiveness for it either.
Perhaps I am strong because
I've never experienced loneliness
Perhaps I am strong because
Brash in my ignorant opinions
Trying to stop from ranting and raving
Hearing others and changing
Hopefully for the better.
Actions may speak volumes
But they can hurt so much less
That is why little smacks speak of my displeasure
For traumatic words are not to be borne.
I am not one for
Elegant poetry nor
What I say
KnowledgeYouKnowledge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't know who I am
You don't know what I can
Or cannot do
Or if I can see the sky is blue.
You don't know my name
Or how I play life's game.
You don't know who my parents are
Or if I own a car.
You don't know my age
Of if I think life's a stage.
You don't know if I see beauty
Or if I instead pity.
You don't know if I'll laugh or cry
Or how I treat my friends and enemies.
You don't know the colour of my skin
Or the environment I live in.
You don't know if I'm Asian
You don't even know if I
Care about it.
You don't know if I'm a poet.
You don't know what I see
Or who I can be
You don't know if I want to be heard
Or how I view the world.
But right now, we're connected
By my words you're reading
And that I've written.
A tenuous relationship
Fraught with things so much more interesting
Than what you're reading
But if you are still reading
Our relationship still holds.
I'm trying to convey who I am to you
But I think the more pertinent question is
word, deed, word, deedthere is more in words than deedsword, deed, word, deed1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet in deeds we find so much more
on their own
changing meanings sweeping away
tomorrow, tonight, soon turn to today
from yesterday born
and yesterday sworn
to be better than its history
yet life seems circular
in a manner of speaking
as though a rut
is all we can be trapped in
like pacing back and forth
in cages of glass being worn back down
to grains of bloody sand
patchwork hearts on iron sleeves
thinner than paper but
thousands of times stronger
but weaker than
what's just underneath.
there's always more than
just one story
how words are stronger than deeds
are mightier than words.
LiesBeneaththeMaskI amLiesBeneaththeMask2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To always be destroyed
Part of me is
A mask I
Never created but
Will now be
I have never known for certain
That it was always me beneath
And I may never know for certain
If I was created or if I was born
All I know is that
Here, now, feeling
Sun upon my face as
Breezes dance upon arms
Too scarred to remain
Unnoticed even as
The inside remains
To never be made
I always will be.
snowflake kisses"Hey, if raindrops are tears, what are snowflakes?"snowflake kisses1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah. You know, softly falling, gently melting under warmth."
"You have a point. But what about blizzards then? I wouldn't call that falling softly."
"Blizzards would be the sort of kiss that blocks out the world, to the point where there's nothing but the kiss."
Laughter. "You're a romantic, you know that?"
"I prefer to call myself a realist with romantic thoughts. Like, raindrops are the tears of Sky when it misses Earth. And snowflakes are its reminder to Earth that they are still in love."
"So, the earth and sky are in love, are they?"
"Well, yeah. Don't laugh; it's a sad relationship. They can't ever touch."
"But between them is everything living; doesn't that make up for it? And what about lightning?"
"What about lightning?"
"Well, lightning is when electricity from the ground is drawn up into the sky, right? So for some infinitesimal second, they're connected directly. There's also birds, you know, making a
Artless BeautyArtless BeautyArtless Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stare up at the painting
Is that not mascara around her eyes
A man-made gloss on her lips,
Rouge upon her cheeks?
The only thing artless
Is that bit of sun
Shining over her wavy curls
Undoubtedly the product of a curling iron.
She is beautiful,
The truth must be said.
No, shaking heads would deny
That little white lie.
Natural beauty is within
And her smile is screaming
LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL I AM
It is filled with art-
ful shyness, as with the downward eyes
And she certainly knows those freckles
Lend credence to that brilliant vermillion hair.
Stare more at her
The photograph has come to life?
See her walk
Truly dark lashes,
A lick of her lips confirms no gloss,
And her contemplation of the floor
Smile at her clear gaze
Those eyes were not Photoshopped
So this time
Dropped eyes see tiles
As guilt settles between hunched shoulder blades
She says 'hi'
And 'thank you for looking
SmileI'm no rapperSmile2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No physical scrapper
I'm a spoken word poet
Trying to let you know it
I've got rhyming style
Making a minute last a mile
Just to see you smile
It might take some time
But it's worth my while
Unbend your spine
Relax and let go
Overtake the flow
Don't fidget, midget
Don't fall, tall
Don't cry, fly
Here comes tomorrow
Flying on the wings of yesterday
Didn't I say
Make this poem
Worth my while?
SakredBinkySacredness has never been foundSakredBinky1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In those temples and churches
Man-made and over-glorified as they are
With so much to look at and take in
Simplicity of beauty is lost and found
Holiness has never been far from richness
But meant to be of spirituality not physicality
Those golden artifacts are nothing compared
To the simplistic wooden spoons and bowls
Shared by a loving family.
Loud hymns or a song sung over the hills
Golden fields or gardens,
Sunset, sunrise, dawn, dusk
Twilight, midnight, evening
The changing of seasons and the return
There will come a time of discontent and
It is beautiful in the changing
Into something better and more
Than just one.
Autumn LeavesThere is a senseAutumn Leaves1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of something being left behind.
More than a leaching it's
Natural in a way I
Can't truly comprehend.
The shift is with temperature and yet
More than a mere nip in the air there's
Something going on.
Relations are beginning to fall
Like our very existence is
Dying and leaving like the leaves we are
But in death, we are
Beautiful in a way
Nothing else can be.
See our colours
From brown to orange to red to back again
More brilliant and vibrant like a sunset
Taken into our very selves.
Hear that 'crackle', that is the
Cycle of life and death and life again
Reborn as blades of grass, as air, as
Life itself, it's
Okay to fall.
Bugle Callthe bugle call resoundsBugle Call1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
arms raised, hearts down
sinking down to loved ones reaching
for memories still existing
within these blood-stained reminders
pinned upon our breasts
forever and always, never forgotten
overcome our hearts and minds this day
as we bow our heads
eleventh hour, eleventh day, eleventh month
of every single year of everything
you have ever fought for
is a living remainder of the life you gave up
amidst the muck and gunshots
there was courage and cowardice, virtue and vice
boiled down to single moments in which
life and death were predetermined and chances
you took saved or broke you
to die, lie faceless amidst
faceless others, uniforms now
meaningless but we will
never forget you.
the bugle call resounds
and we live on.
Death is Only a BeginningDeath is only a beginningDeath is Only a Beginning3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
for those still living
the ones left behind
are the ones who need
the funeral and the body
like a physical reminder
of the existence of one
who was so special.
perhaps memories will fade
yet still he's left reminders
in the words left behind
his emotion, his proof
his footprint on the world
may steadily fade
when he has gone away
but we will still be here
where he once was
and we will be the reminders
of the impact
a single person can have on the world
composed of individuals connected
by him and his life
he has touched us
left a mark
and we will keep this mark
until we join him.