Forever is the Best I Can FindForever is the Best I Can FindForever is the Best I Can Find4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What do you do when words are your trade,
yet nothing can be found to describe the way you feel
as your heart is racing
and life feels for the first time alive
I feel like a jeweler seeking the largest and deepest of rubies to replace
his heart, yet despite the array of possibilities nothing ends his defeat
as he attempts to make his art representative of his life.
For as he will find, no stone is big enough, no red dark enough
to match his heart's maroon tone, as are no words descriptive
enough, nor perfect enough to express what can only
be shown with a forever of company and passion,
with long conversations,
and a million good night kisses,
and a million good morning I love you's,
-and perhaps a drive or two-
because the inorganic can never contain life but
ashesyou made a listashes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of every storm bearing your name,
then you set it afire.
flames like autumn leaves
carried the tear-stained memories into oblivion
dancing to the unsteady beat of a victory prelude
(or was it a death march?)
until nothing remained of it but ashes.
mere ashes, swept under the rug
-- ironically screaming WELCOME HOME --
but ashes always show their faces
when you least expect it
...or at least when they are called out to play.
and play they will,
flirting with the remnants of Taylor Hanson and Santa Claus,
who aimlessly float like Bobble Head figurines
inside the murky waters
of the childhood memories you prayed to God would never find you again.
want some candy? they'll taunt.
some flowers? some beauty? some love?
of course you do.
in one moment's time,
one blinding flash of red,
you find yourself willing to forget everything you once learned
to invest in another lottery ticket from hell.
--but it said that "everyone is a
"Best-seller"God is the main character in the all-time western best-seller "the Bible"."Best-seller"3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can find the revised version in your local store... even now.
Think. Don't Know.Certainty is a plague. Avoid it at all costs. Don't be certain, ever; think, don't know. Crusaders were certain their actions were right; the radical terrorists are certain they were doing good; many criminals are certain they won't get caught. They knew, but didn't think. Think. Ask why. Ask how.Think. Don't Know.5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Don't ever just accept something, follow the evidence. Don't just accept there is evidence, study it, experience it firsthand, if possible. Think. Society stabilizes through doubt, not certainty, knowing leads to not trying, not learning. Knowing isn't really knowing, it's a combination of faith and apathy. Thinking is security, a blend of skepticism and activism, curiosity and caring, initiative and interaction. Don't just trust, justify rationally, and rationalize justly. Trust is good, only if it is trustworthy. Don't just know, think.
haptic synchronicityi want your fingers to make a map out of mehaptic synchronicity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trace the coastline lightly as heel-to-sand whispers
write your name and leave your mark in the dirt
take nothing but innocence
leave nothing but yours
i don't want another
you take, i give scenario where nothing seems equal
while every emotion feels the same
i want, need to feel
feel your hands down my spine, feel
your heartbeat on mine
leave your fingerprints on each continent
there, feet dipped in the ocean
there, hands ran through tall-grass fields
there, shapes carved into the bark of a tree
a place where our bodies and hearts meet
like two pendulums colliding with similar momentum
i, your muse
my skin, your canvas
here, i beg you to stay
and if you decide to take flight
promise you'll visit again
this poem:this poem:4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to free fall.
there is no
christmasi'm runningchristmas4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
over the frozen lake,
breathing in the cold christmas air
with eyes glassed over.
and crying colors.
i can't stop,
i won't stop.
my vivid sexing takes her
against the frosty window
as the clock strikes midnight
i exit the stage,
leaving her to fight for things
that aren't worth fighting for.
i burn the memories
and erase the thoughts
and try to prevent myself
from falling in love
(with her) again.
i will stop writing poems about the
way she smiles with her eyes.
and when she asks, i'll say,
"no, this is not about you."
but she'll know.
she'll know and she'll say,
before it starts to hurt."
casanovai.casanova3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the simple sound of his name is a grievance
but you, on the other hand, are a writer
a glorious indulgence
notorious for not giving a damn that he doesn't
pay attention to the curve of your hips,
or the way your furniture is placed,
or the pictures on the wall
(and if he did he would notice
that not one of them was of him)
the little things aren't important anymore.
he tells you, "it is impossible to please
everyone so please yourself first"
and you tell him,
"you should try taking your own advice"
but he never does.
he doesn't believe in god because he knows,
he just knows that he won't make it into heaven
and right now,
right now you're scared to touch him
to put your arms around him
because what if you do touch him and
what if his brittle bones finally collapse?
you don't believe in god either,
but you often catch yourself
praying for him to get better.
you look at him
as he tries to telepathically communicate
how fucking sorry he is.
benit's almost winter and ben has already started to grow his hair. it curls as the snow starts to fall and she finally notices that he is first in line as the last boy to care.ben4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ben isn't crying, but that doesn't mean he's okay.
ben isn't crying
ben isn't trying
instead he sings and screams and grinds his teeth,
that's the way the medication works.
that's the way he drowns out the sound of the world.
and did you know?
he blames it all on the drugs
the way he knows he will be forgotten once he's gone.
he wants it to stop, he wants it all to stop.
he can see it happening: she never told him how much she'd miss him after he left and now it's too late. she's forgetting him.
maybe it would be for the best.
maybe it would be better if she didn't remember him,
it would only cause her to cry and he doesn't want to make her cry,
especially not for him.
he has a habit of strolling down the highway at half past midnight. she has a habit of praying he'll return home e
he's the bravesttoday he built a bridgehe's the bravest4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
over the sea of tears you cried,
the tears you think he doesn't know about.
tonight you'll knock that bridge down.
tomorrow he'll fold a tiny paper boat
and he will set sail down your body of water,
hoping that maybe this time he'll reach you.
and when he does,
they'll all be talking about it,
they'll all be talking about him,
the boy who built the highest bridge even though
he was scared of heights.
the boy who set sail,
even though he was scared of drowning.
he's the bravest of them all.
God's KryptoniteGod's Kryptonite3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Reason negates spirituality, yielding God's surrender.
She is IShe is IShe is I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking in the mirror,
Donned in a skirt, blouse, make
Maybe even beautiful.
Until she looks up close and sees
Everyday she has to
Face the fact she's not like
The other girls.
Because they all see her as a boy.
She has to walk around in a big
When she just wants a dress
Maybe even a purse
Would be nice.
They wont allow it.
"You're a boy"
Look beyond that skin,
what happenedher face is a galaxy what happened4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they are all her stars.
while holding hands
with the boys
that like boys and
the girls that like
but just for today.
she can give you
and take it all away
in a matter of
showing you that
it's not the way it is
in the movies
life is not as
but she's here to
it's like realizing you spend
half your life looking around
but not really noticing anything.
it's like holding a dying animal
in it's last minutes on earth.
it's like knowing that you need
to be better.
It starts with a flash-bang and a Majulahi.It starts with a flash-bang and a Majulah1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
June's hauled her here again and
she's tapping at my classroom window,
A gazillion tiny fingers rapping in succession
(When she said "invitation" I didn't realise she meant
soaking half the country, the spike in umbrella prices has
nothing to do with me)
What's worse than an impatient child
is one with the whole atmosphere as her battering ram
when she tries to say something the urgency brims over
and one million exclamation marks
is beginning to sound like static frazzling
out on the pavements
She is without choice: when Cloud mother tips her out
she must go, and go she will
caught in an obtuse cycle, fought over by heat and
gravity wanting to claim her as territory
thrown about in their wiggly intersections she
falls, rises, and falls again.
Her talent is splitting herself up,
a single place, and then everywhere at once.
She has mastered the skill to the point
that she is a fractal in the air
even before she hits the ground.
She is a cell in a body 66 percent water.
She is a s
Not AbuseSome days,Not Abuse7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She just wishes he would hit her;
She just wishes he would beat her;
She just wishes,
He'd abuse her.
As do cuts,
But nothing shows,
Who gives a fuck?
It's not abuse if you don't have a cut.
Pansexuality I think out of all of the different types of sexualities, Pansexuality is probably either the most unknown or the most shamed.Pansexuality2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Sure, Homosexuals of all kind usually unite together, but some bisexual or lesbian or gay people look down on Pansexuality. And a lot of Heterosexuals in the first place look down on anything related to that.
A lot of pledged gay men and women just think of being a Pansexual ludicrous because obvious you can only like one or two genders in their book. Heterosexuals aren't the only ones who hate on gays! A decent sized portion of the Homosexual community 'hates' on pansexuals and transgenders and polyamerous people. Polyamery isn't even considered to be homosexual, a lot of straight people are polyamerous... AND PROUD!
Pansexuals are known negatively to being people who 'can't make up their mind' about what gender to choose from. It's not a gam
LegalizeI'm straight,Legalize2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is a girl
But is identified as a guy.
We're all people.
We all feel.
We all grow.
We all have feelings.
We all can love.
What's the problem?
People are people.
Before even atempting
To judge them.
We're all the same.
We all just want love.
Is that so wrong?
22-word Fiction Extravaganza22-word Fiction Extravaganza10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a knock at the door - it was her date.
"Dear God, you're fat," he said.
It went downhill from there.
A rhino followed me home from school today. My parents wouldn't let me keep him. They said the octopus would get jealous.
Sometimes, at night, I look up at the beauty of the universe and wonder why anyone actually cares. Then I watch TV.
John had a drinking problem.
"Stop drinking," his wife said.
"Hey, that just might work!"
He stopped the next day. Problem solved.
Ed's baby was no fun. It always cried. He tried putting it back where he found it, but his wife got mad.
The Original Love Song"Lub, dub. Lub dub."The Original Love Song2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What? Don't give me that look.
That's the sound of your heartbeat.
...It's not ridiculous.
You don't believe me?
Come, listen to mine.
Lub, dub. Lub, dub.
See? Just the same.
Steady, strong, constant--
And all yours!
If you listen really closely--
Lub, dub. Lub, dub.
You can hear my love for you.
You can't? You must not be listening hard enough, then.
Every lub, every dub,
is another note in this never-ending song--
A love song, of course.
Lub, dub. Lub, dub.
That was cheesy.
But that's my love for you--
infinite, poetic, beautiful, comforting--
Like a heartbeat.
Yeah, the original love song.
Lub, dub. Lub, dub.
Mana and NeahMana and Neah2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Mana and Neah
Brother of mine
I promise you I play lots of musics for you? Songs that will make us very happy. When I play you're always there to tell me how much you love the music, and never told me how bad it was, but it was better anyways. No one said they hated it, but they loved it, dance, sing. But it was all only for you, and no one else, My Music and songs can only be for my closets person. Mana, if only you were to die with me, we can play songs together.
Till I die I'm for sure to find you a someone. Somebody to keep you safe and sounds, no one to hate or hurt. Even if it's the time we'll never reach together. I love your music as if it was only ment for me and nobody else, no one can misjudge such pretty music. 'Musican' is that name for both you and me, or someone who will become you. Neah, I promise I'll bring you to life again.
Brother of Mines
Never let memories go away.
I only care for you.
No one else but the one who will.
Stay as my brother.
Forever and eve
I and AkumaI and Akuma2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I and Akuma
I understand Loneliness.
I understand Loveless.
Ugly, horrible, white, red paled.
So long before I walk down a path with a person I love the most .
Bleeding out of wounds of my scars.
But, to see that someone die infront of me.
Why wasn't it me?
Why didn't I die?
Did you ever love me?
Or, was it someone else?
Tell me you miss me.
I promise, I'll always
"Always Keep Walking Forward"
Scar FairgroundsHer heart is racing while we find a way,Scar Fairgrounds2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To bring her back from this awful day,
The one where she's dying,
Dying so slow,
Her eyes are flashing crimson as this tale goes,
All of us go to the place in the clouds,
While some go down, and down,
Down to the fair,
The one and only Scar Fair,
The people there have no faces,
Not even a sign of a smile or a frown,
Their bodies are mutilated ever so slow.
Her arms embrace a lost lover,
The one and only that was her's,
As people gather around this girl,
He heart stops, and she falls so slow,
Are you there, someone asks as she wakes,
People standing around her, limbs torn into pieces,
Her lips form into a smile,
The Scar Fair has closed for the year.