No Matter LoveI.No Matter Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the comet that appeared for the first time
that will never return
through the judgment of your life,
only to have you receive what I bring
as the love you long to take and return
before the ice dust from my departure
fades for all time.
Through the slender-necked sitar's silvery notes
pass the fragrance of our moonstruck limbs
surrendering to breezes
that play off a river that honors
the generations of lovers we now embody.
You were the fallen angel that waited so long,
knowing I'd be found,
to resuscitate and raise you up;
Not from whence you toppled,
but to couple in a holy damnation
and welcome in celebration
and never regret, no matter.
Tear meTake the flesh to lacerate.Tear me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Work it, knead it until it's ready,
then cut it slightly.
While the meat bleeds you smile;
when the stench grows, you smell.
Smell and smile while you tear me.
So this is what you want?
Pick up this illusion as a knife
an cut me slightly...
What are you waiting for?!
If this is what you want, then break my heart!
I will never laugh.
I will never laugh again.
I will never laugh again, that's all.
Time Changed YouTime has passed, the wheel has turnedTime Changed You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you, dear one, have turned cold
Because you are as you are now
Already broken, our vow
We promised to stay the same
To stay together, even through the pain
But you, dear one, do not see
The pain that you’ve caused me
I knew time would change us
Everything changes, that much is true
It never occurred to me, the biggest danger
That you would look at me like an unwanted stranger
You turned away from my touch
And avoided me when you could
When you looked at me, it was with disgust
Almost like I was lower than dust
If I had known then what I do now
I would’ve found a way to change it, somehow
But time has passed and the chance is gone
So it is now, that I must move on
So it is with an aching heart
That I accept it is here where we part
With a trembling hand and a few tears
I wish you good luck and many happy years
You were the one.....You were always there for me.....You were the one.....2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You always made me feel alive....
You always helped me.....
And I always helped you....
But now that you're gone....
I don't know what to do...
We laughed together....
We played together....
We cheered each other up when we were down.....
You were the love of my life....
And you loved me....
You were so kind...
I liked that about you...
I'll always miss you....
But one thing's for sure....
You aren't dead....
You are just sleeping
I Love You
Messsage in a bottleSometimes people cry out for help,Messsage in a bottle3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I think we all have witnessed it,
We watch them break,
We watch their tears,
And we see something in their eyes,
The last piece of hope,
The hope that as well could be a message in a bottle.
Who will ever know if someone noticed that tiny little bottle in the ocean,
Or if they did,
Did they pick it up?
I have seen a lot of bottles in my time,
And most of the time I pick them up,
But I notice quite a few times I don´t,
It is like they become invisible,
Even if they scream loudly right in front of you,
I think something is wrong,
Why do we leave the bottle in the ocean?
I clearly can see they need help,
And I see it,
I really do,
How can you pretend not to?
Final MomentThrough a window,Final Moment2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The light shines.
Outside the window,
Stands tall pines.
I lay in bed,
With a blurry vision.
Hearing the sounds,
Of a damn pigeon.
Overlapping the sound,
Is small consecutive beeps.
I hear a door close,
There stands two creeps.
Tall and firm,
Quiet and grim.
They stand adjacent to the bed,
Starring at my broken limb.
Bring in a female.
She comes closer,
Looking very pale.
Her eyes widen,
And out comes the tears.
Floating around her,
I see her biggest fears.
Glancing at her lap,
Starring at her phone.
Not moving an inch,
Not making a sound.
I won't be around.
She stands beside me,
I give a smirk.
She cries more,
I feel like a jerk.
My eyes close,
I don't make a noise.
No more sounds,
No more joys.
I can't hear anything,
I wish I could cry.
I can't even try,
I know I'm going to die.
Apex PredatorShudderingApex Predator2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pushing my way through the membrane
I am evolving
slick with my primordial ooze,
What if I told you...I'm a 19-year-old straight male, currently a student at university in a country you've never heard of.What if I told you...2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There comes a time in our lives, usually when we are young, when we just want to shout our thoughts at the wrold, at everyone, even if we know nobody will hear. We see a commercial, we hear a line in a movie, we read a chapter in a book, which captures us violently, shakes us and we recover from the shake so stunned and amazed that we want to say everything that is on our mind in that same way. Then we pour a glass of water, juice, beer, something, sit by the open window staring at the passing cars or falling leaves, and start composing all the words in one finished thought.
This is pretty much what happened to me two minutes ago.
And it all started with the condition:
What if I told you...
What if I told you that some people don't think what they claim to think when they oppose you in an argument, no, they just want to stomp you with their leather boots
'Father'His face is bleeding down my walls again'Father'2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s almost 6 in the evening, I’m alone
People flail and throw themselves
Down clever, winding roads and
Dank abysses, outside my
Selfish prison cell-
They don’t know he drains and strains himself
Through the cracks and eager gaps in the woodwork
I try to clean something, work my nervous fingers
Down to blood and bone
Remove the label that he has painted fancily
In ink only I can see
Upon my ungraceful forehead
I try to sweep up the crumbling crumbs of my endeavors
Pointing a path through time at
The beginning of my failures
His eyes stare down from the walls,
Angry and unsatisfied, his words echo-
Splatter up from the stovetop pots and
Pans and burn my skin like hot oil
With nothing to distract me from his lurid gaze
I find myself wilting worse than
The plants on the balcony below me
Starved of the light and love of the sun
Without direction, we reach towards
Whatever random place instincts say to
Plead and pray and b
Stories Never ToldIn darkness whisper secrets,Stories Never Told2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of stories never told.
Share your hopes and share your dreams,
Until your blood runs cold.
In the light I’ll keep them,
In an illusion that is real.
I will mould the world around you,
To erase everything you feel.
Trust me or deceive me,
Either will be my due.
In the end I will be victorious,
In the end I’m you.
Coming OutWith promises to be good,Coming Out3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you prayed every day
and waited for the sign,
even when a songbird touched
down on the roofs of Kansas
and went hollow on your shoulder.
The shedding of teardrops,
the coming out of a heartland
from its religion.
Breathing the smoke of its ash,
and being washed clean of what
you thought you knew.
The locusts never come,
the harvest will yet fail,
but don't deny the butterfly
that carries you over pastures
of dairy cows too busy
to look up at you and judge.
Things I Would Tell HerI want to tell her the thingsThings I Would Tell Her1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll tell her when she’s older,
but the information terrifies her.
In order of importance:
she has luna moths in her head,
monarch butterflies in her stomach,
and a feral fetus in her womb.
are collapse-clasped and folded
in her lap;
she holds her elbows like wings
away from her ribs,
ready to flap,
I want to tell her
to keep one hand in her purse
so she can always find her keys,
to keep an eye on the door
and the door always open
so she can run if she doesn't feel safe,
but her cheeks are rorschach-splotch red
and the tension in her shoulders
warns me she's not ready
to hear this.
And there is the possibility that
maybe I’m not ready to tell
I’m just as devastated as her;
that she is surrounded by friends and family
who are violated by a community
where no man can say yes all men.
The Far and WideThe Far and Wide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clock sits drowning with
its hands behind its back.
There at the feet of a broken man,
fetal below the essence of life.
A mind lost, staring through gaping
eyes of a catatonic gaze,
awaiting the recoil of recovery as
the soul reaches high and blind.
Past cracked windows of a broken
stare out from where the conflicted
mind tears itself apart,
piece by piece and thought by thought.
Many, a great deal have been
the words I've written as to express
this Hell I've yet to conquer,
as such a Hell is far and wide.
Time only shall tell the tale of roads ahead,
where further hills grow and dwell...
but the hills are nothing new
to the man beneath the essence of life.
Moonrain reverie.I.Moonrain reverie.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
March days return with their covert light --
in the wave-strike over unquiet stones,
there, where the waves shatter,
you are the daughter of the sea;
but I like you calm, as if you were absent,
so that you will hear me.
I hunt for a sign of you:
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair --
perhaps not to be is to be without your being.
Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
rest with your dream inside my dream;
and because love battles,
maybe you'll remember that
the tree is here, still, in pure stone.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines:
"I remember you as you were,
in my sky at twilight" --
here, I love you.
Silent FaithSilent Faith3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My trembling hands-
Don't want to come together
I refuse to feel weakness-
Oppress the confessor
I will defy the defeat-
Of my body and mind
And my tears will freeze-
So I...will never cry
I was always told
That I have to be strong
But a child can never grow
When reminded that every decision is wrong
I didn't need to know
That strength was everything
Otherwise I would have given up a long time ago
Because that is my childish instinct
Take back every single breath / Take back those moments I lived
Take back those nightmares I dreamt / Take back those days I wept
I can only take so much / I can choose to give up
I'm not the one who's being the judge / I'm not the one who's being the fraud
I once believed
That resolve was protection
But all forms of relief abandoned me
I crumble upon the footholds of absolution
ChrysanthemumChrysanthemumChrysanthemum2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Last night, I dreamt of us.
We were together on a mountaintop,
I was sitting on the edge,
With my legs dangling above the bottomless pit,
With a lone, white chrysanthemum in my hand as I pull the petals from the stem.
While you were standing above me, looking on, languidly,
None of us wanting to say anything,
My own mental battle sewing my lips to one another,
Unable to speak,
While you were probably trapped within your own mental depths;
In my mind, I was debating between venting and jumping,
Simply over the fact I didn’t know what that look was in your eyes,
But I think that’s probably the point, that we’re no longer of the same kind,
Maybe I changed into something I’m unaware of, maybe you were the one to transform,
But I don’t get the same feel of what used to be,
This is foreign to me,
An unapologetic feeling of extreme apathy,
And that is the unfortunate reality of this situation,
No matter how long
Evolution vs ReligionEvolution vs Religion3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Has it ever occurred to anyone that homosexuality is simply Nature's way of birth control? Think about it.
Homosexuality exists in animals. It's been reported in labs that when their rats were over-populated, some of them showed no interest in the opposite gender.
It's not complicated. It just goes to show you that humanity is overpopulating the earth. Heck, there's orphanages and foster care for children who have no parents. So what if two men can't make a baby, same with two women? Fate and Nature compensate for the growth and gradual change in humanity.
Yet it doesn't change the human nature to want to find love. It's evolution people. Adapting to survive. This, of course, explains Chubby Chasers as well. There are so many fat people, humanity has started to adapt to be attracted to what's available.
And for those of you who are VERY religious, don't come at me with this, 'Adam and Eve' stuff. "Evolution is just a theory! We came from Adam and Eve!" No, we didn't. We cam
Chrome AntennaeChrome Antennae2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The NGC galaxies finally meet with a forceful collision in Corvus.
Antennas allow insects to feel and smell; a sensory organ.
Aerials transmit and receive electromagnetic waves.
Chrome radiates light onto things that masquerade in the shade.
I write down every experience, to capture when it hits me.
I write all that I’m feelin’, every premonition that I’m sensing.
I write to broadcast my message far and wide, no forgotten hemispheres.
I write to clear my sometimes clouded atmosphere…
Of Words and NudityA poem is a story without it's clothes on.Of Words and Nudity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's an island in a sea of white,
An artist's heart in ink.
It's proof of thought,
It's a place to go,
A shield to hide behind,
A confession to make.
A poem is one's true nature,
One's soul - naked.
WashedSeems a high blunt tasteWashed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seems a beautiful waste
Such an elegant shade
Why is it to fade?
Ribs so grey made?
Cities blind in chase
Pictures greased to phrase
Just as the cloudy air planes that soar above
Once playful raindrops, now gloomy love
Off painted scapes they shove
Colors in history glowed childishly
Every tint of earth poured meaningfully
Eyes to see beyond what is to be seen
Textures and radiance never better then what could have been
Pinnacle in the canvas of the wind so lean
Glass works sculpted of broken diamonds too keen
Else Heaven bend to re-imagine
The CycleThe Cycle.The Cycle1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you were little, you were alone.
When you were a child, you feared her.
When you were a teenager, you hated her.
When you were an adult, she broke you.
When I was little, I was alone.
When I was a child, I feared you.
When I was a teenager, I hated you.
I’m an adult now, you broke me.
My biggest fear is when the next one comes.
When she is little, she will be alone.
When she is a child, she will fear me.
When she is a teenager, she will hate me.
When she is an adult, I will break her.
When I was little, I didn’t know.
When I was a child, I understood.
When I was a teenager, I made a plan.
I’m an adult now, the next one will not come.
The cycle ends with me…