AidYouAid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
saw salty trickles
running down my face.
heard my tremulous voice,
my desperate thoughts.
saw the tormenting pain I caused
to me and to others.
heard songs I wrote,
know the dark sides
of my soul.
see those crimson lines,
knowing that I´ll never forget.
You see my chimerical flight.
But you´re still here. By my side.
You are my warm embrace, you hold me tight.
Soon I´ll understand:
Everything is going to be allright...
Anxious HeartAnxious Heart4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm the happiest I've ever been.
That's what I was told, from her lips.
I would stroke her hair back over her ear
And look into her eyes with an amorous grin.
You are the best boyfriend I have ever had.
A set of words greedily grabbed by my heart
And written on its eternal notepad.
I savor spending time with you.
I like the way you treat me.
I love the way we lay and hold each other.
I remember how annoyed you would get,
When another woman would make advancements.
I am glad that you wanted them to know,
That I was your's and you would be upset.
I reach over to what used to be your side of the bed,
Only to brush the air and realize that you are not there.
Now that the dark veil has come over my vision,
I ponder if your feelings were misread.
Don't ever let your love refrain.
I genuinely believed that, I truly did.
All my soul feels now is strain.
I am delighted that you do things for me.
You always say I am beautiful when I doubt it.
You mean it when you say I love you.
StackedStacked1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The blind rocks support
pebble towers, short-lived proofs
of an intention, an act.
A fragile order set up
in defiance of hazard.
too loud to hear. our world istoo loud to hear.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
so full of noise
is the loudest
even in death, i will not find peacei lost my faith the wayeven in death, i will not find peace11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i lost my virginity -
clinging to a girl like she
was all i'd ever have,
bathed in darkness and shame.
it's been years since then,
but i want to lose my life
the same way.
no motion could raise me
from my coffin of sod and sorrow,
to pull me from my bed
of dirt and disgrace -
but i would wake up with
blood on my hands,
i would wake up with death
curled up like a dog at my feet,
resting with nothing
but the waning hope that
you ache for me with a fire
burning in your bones that
never ebbs, never relents.
The Only WayWhen I took this pathThe Only Way2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew not where it led
I followed it steadily
Not watching where I stepped
But what seemed strait was twisted
And though the path seemed light
Darkness hid roots and rocks
Shadows blocked my eyes
And onward I stumbled
Till, crippled by the path
I cannot find my way
Back to where I've been before
And now alone I find myself
Where nothing more can grow
No paths divulge in front of me
There is only one way to go
The path suddenly seems narrow
Closed in on all sides
Claustrophobic I am sickened
And now I cannot breath
The path ahead is blackened
And nothing good can come
Of following it forever
But it’s the only one
The forest around me is frightening
Dark and majestic as can be
But it seems the only way
That I can somehow be free
So into the trees I run
Toward freedom I believe
But the vines soon grab a hold of me
And lift me off my feet
They carry me back to the path
And once again I hide
In the brightened daylight
Of the only path I know
I cry out in panic
mineunderour few silver liningsmineunder1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
were better off
deep and pure
tell me things that are true.tell me thingstell me things that are true.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that are true.
'fall comes soon,
your eyes are blue.
i love you.'
any of those will
the seizing of
my chest is making
up for all the years
that i thought i
i am trying my best.'
tell me things that
tell me things that
are true so when i lose
myself, i will
moscow, russiai drink vodka because my boymoscow, russia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is going to russia
and i am still home
i drink but not by myself
though we both feel like we are
i drink because i am sad
so infinitely sad that i can count
every star that has gone out
from my smile and eyes
more or less
a seasick child
i am stuck on a boat
that is stuck at sea
and words stuck in my throat
the only sounds i feel from songs-
that is what reminds me
that death is temporary
but that quick fixes
feel like the best kind.
MasqueradeFaceless bodies,Masquerade4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
N a m e l e s s people
All hiding their
T r u s t
S t o p
M A S Q U E R A D E
the city swallowed the sky. it was only afterthe city swallowed the sky.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the stars were
gaudy city lights
that we started
InfatuatedI am infatuated with a boyInfatuated2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because his smile is too big for his face
and it feels like the only thing that’s real,
because his eye color is cerulean
and that’s been my favorite crayon
ever since my grandmother
bought me that set of sixty four,
because he’s so damn beautiful
even though boys aren’t meant to be,
because his hands are big enough
to hold the whole world
and he doesn’t even know
what he wants in them yet.
I wish I could find the courage to crack
my rib cage open for him
and point out all of the ways
that he managed to sneak into my heart
so nothing is misunderstood
or misinterpreted anymore,
but I can’t even speak to him
because my tongue ties itself
into pretty ribbon bows
because he is a gorgeous jigsaw
and I don’t understand him at all,
even after a million glances.
So I’m dissecting every word he says,
every glance in my direction,
and every casual brush of skin
to try and find subliminal messages
even if there aren’
Stone AngelsEvery one can be an angelStone Angels2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But our wings would be too much
Too much a burden for our frail spines
From sleeping on stones
Replacing their bones
With rocks that crumble when touched
Every added virtue an added load
It's astonishing we can keep going the mile
With a simple goal in mind
Never a look behind
Unless it's a necessity to make us smile
But in a world where democracy in an illusion
Promised by masqueraders on their pendulum swings
If only we had the choice to
Dethrone the clowns
Burn their golden crowns
We could finally claim our rightful wings
One of feathers
One of leather
And do the right thing
It's not a matter of words, but a matter of voice
So listen to it and make your choice
Everyone can be a demon
But our horns would be too much
Too much a burden for our frail minds
From burning skin on brimstone
Breaking every bone
With sticks and stones
That burn when touched
Every added sin an added load
It’s incredible we can’t take a turn
With a simple goal in mind
Fake ItAmong the loveless,Fake It1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
love is a counterfeit currency,
your coin as worthless as mine.
Those who wore these genes before me
squandered their birthright.
Neither of us have credit enough
to support an advance. You and I
must struggle to redeem our bankruptcy.
All I ... am notI...am not so pridefulAll I ... am not1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as to believe god loves me,
however if he's there
I'm sure he sees me
and I tire of his impartial gaze.
I...am not so naive
as to believe god hates me,
however if he's there
I'm sure hears me
and and I tire
of his continual invasion
into the few moments
in which I hide away.
I...am not so hopeful
as to believe god cares,
however if he's there
I'm sure he knows
the exact increments of tears
which my sorrowful soul
tries to drown itself within.
I...am not so faithful
as to believe god exists,
however if he's there
I ask he pry his oppressive gaze
from my pain
I plead he deafens his prying ears
from my sorrow
I beg he neglects his useless care
from my existence
or lack of there of
and let my misery's company
be me alone
Just One MoreJust One moreJust One More2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a cut.
Just a scratch.
"What's that mark.?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse.
Just another lie.
"What's with all the bracelets.?"
"Just fashion, why.?"
Just a tear.
Just a scream.
"Why were you crying.?"
"Just a bad dream."
-But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie. It's always 'just one more' until you die
Lunta tupaanMiekkosen yksinpuheluLunta tupaan2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Miten ne kanat munii,
Tahmeasti hunajan lailla
Nappi, seuraavalla etapilla
"Onko tässä linja-autossa
You Only Glow When its DarkAs we drift through tunnels surrounded in a sleazy red light,You Only Glow When its Dark2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I smell the vodka on your breath, I feel its false warmth as your
Tongue traces circles around my mouth, your lipstick is a heavy pink.
Your lips, they feel alive with secrets whispered over pillows marred with tears,
Hot breathy tales of passion long forgotten, breathed into waiting ears.
Hair like silk, it could be any colour, but at night
It’s the deepest, darkest of black. It falls part way down your back,
Cascading like a waterfall. I feel guilty for touching it,
Ruining it with my sweaty fingertips. My attention is always
Grabbed by your staccato breathing pattern, a symphony
Of the dark, its rhythm never fails to linger in my mind for days.
Your skin is luminous, a ghostly outline shimmering white.
You are the Venus de Milo, carved out of marble,
Showing not an imperfection, not a single crack.
It feels heavy almost, or would do if your touch was not so light,
You leave my skin feeling haunted as y
Afrikantahti"Elät vain kerran"Afrikantahti2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
motto, myrkky on suulas.
Jos kaikki on opin tietämää
mistä tuntee mikä on
Voiko taiteilijaksi tullakaan
todella vain välineistä ja kirjoista,
Tahtoa olla iloinen kokko,
ei loppuunpalanut rovio.
tästäkin tuli taas
Flowers on the RazorwireWe could never fashion flight from our broken boned epiphaniesFlowers on the Razorwire3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(Or raise our shattered glasses to the red on her lips)
But anaemic as horses we parade them through these streets
Revolution is nothing but progress here
Perched on razorwire fences
Birds give names to ghosts and raise them as their own
Truth is a figment of your imagination
And the telephone is the wire around your neck
Hung up with wishes across the grand suburbia
Our zeitgeist is a harlot
She teaches us that duty justifies submission. It doesn't
There is salt in the street but the banks are empty
From weeping like the chorus torn from our lungs
We never quite grasped the idea of morality
When ethics were fed through hospital tubes
And sometimes they throw bricks through our open windows
Just to pick the shards of glass from our children's eyes
Bones are the most hollow of structures
And cortexial limbs can't swim these waters
Or write salvation on crumbling walls
Down at the harbour the air tastes of c
statuesquei glimpsed you in moldered limelight,statuesque1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
marbled-marvel Sun God mine.
your stone-glazed gaze is ingenuity.
strategist to millions of men--
life or death in a word
crumbles crudely between that
frigid, fright'ning sneer.
if i could knead blood and brazen glamor
betwixt your granite-knit
trapezoids and pectorals,
press power to your stone-honed
thighs, and sigh histories golden
into your roar-rugged lungs,
would you stand on shattered feet
move, and crush the world?
we have forgotten what
RefractionMy thoughts are a labyrinthRefraction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a desert for the sky,
Sifting time like clouds of sand
Spiraling down the hourglass...
My words are an army
Fighting a war against me,
Both desecrating and reviving
My thoughts are a sea
That swallows the setting sunbeams
Of any star setting in the reach of
My bent horizon...
My words are a hammer
Built for breaking all illusions
And building a part of reality
With the shards...
My thoughts are a sanctum,
a personal zoar, that locks me in
And locks the outer world outside
The reach of my senses...
My words are a cacophony
Composed by the dissonance born between cracks
Of a reality built on broken shards of
Hearts, dreams, promises...
My hands are projectors
Refracting my words and thoughts
Through a searing white flame
That etches them in where they deserve to be...
grace and gratitudeif happenstance prevents usgrace and gratitude1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as we sowed flaxen fields golden
with gales of child's laughter
singing from our older hearts,
forbids this tender touch
clear as branding fire
that shapes my pulse to
your name and vocal chords...
Suicide.I'm on my hands,Suicide.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm on my knees.
You've got me begging,
Please don't go;
Don't leave me here.
Just hold me close,
Don't hold her near.
You were my life;
Now on my heart
You've left a mark.
It's a large mark;
A break, you see,
That's slowly dominating
All of me.
So now you walk;
You walk away.
Not knowing that
I will die today.