You Heard Something SilentA bird will never soar with broken wings.You Heard Something Silent1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A tree will never grow with a splintered trunk.
A river will never flow with frozen water.
I'm a sound that the world would never have heard,
if not for you.
Anthropomorphic: an Interview with the Wolf ScribeThe day is Wednesday, though they are calling it Wolfsday now. The wolf known only as Scribe sits at a desk, tapping the sheet of paper in front of him with a single digit of his paw. Despite what his name suggests, he is the liaison between the wolf leader and the US, and is a wolf of high notoriety. He read the transcript of my interview with one of his kin multiple times, and is meticulous about the details. Apparently he approved of my work, since he agreed to meet. It is important to note that he requested this interview, not the other way around. His accent suggests he was originally British.Anthropomorphic: an Interview with the Wolf Scribe1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
When did the change take you?
That question has been asked hundreds of times now to hundreds of us.
And I’m asking you.
And I’m not answering. [There is a shuffling of fur as he adjusts himself]
Was it painful?
Very. Some didn’t survive the transformation. The old, anyone that wanted the change but didn’t understand what they were
No Matter LoveI.No Matter Love4 months 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.
LiarLiar's distortion, sick and growingLiar1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Growing larger and darker
Darker than it began
Began white, or did it?
It was black from the beginning
Beginning so small
Small it seemed
Seemed not to matter at all
All it was
Was a little lie
Lie back and watch
Watch that little twist
Twist of the truth flow
Flow and infect
Lives of those around you
You who defiled
Defiled their lives with deception
Deception eventually leads
Leads everyone back to you
You try to cover
Cover your mistakes
Mistakes lead to more mistakes and create
Create a trail
Trail leading to the liar
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
Tear meTake the flesh to lacerate.Tear me1 year 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.
Birds Inside my Bedroom WallsThere are strange noises late that nightBirds Inside my Bedroom Walls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that rouse me from my peaceful slumber.
There are birds inside my bedroom walls.
They sing and they call.
I think it's coming from outside
while I lay in my bed and listen,
but then I hear it clear as day,
unclear as darkest night,
as they talk to me,
from within my bedroom walls.
"There are birds in my walls, mother
we must get them out.
They're singing, they're crying,
they're asking me to free them.
We must save them.
And she says,
"There are no birds in the walls, honey.
The birds don't share their songs at night
and they do not live
inside the walls of our home."
I listen and I try to sleep
but I still hear them,
and they sound desperate.
And who can blame them,
when they're imprisoned within
such a dark and tight enclosure?
"There are birds in my bedroom walls, mother.
They'll hurt themselves, they'll suffocate."
And she shakes her head
Apex PredatorShudderingApex Predator1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
pushing my way through the membrane
I am evolving
slick with my primordial ooze,
Messsage in a bottleSometimes people cry out for help,Messsage in a bottle2 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?
The Far and WideThe Far and Wide1 year 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.
SuicideThey laugh.Suicide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When they laugh at me,
I feel degraded.
When they point,
I feel like something is wrong.
When they talk to me,
It feels like a thousand blades stabbing me.
Making me bleed.
Showing them my weakness.
I wonder if they realise how much it hurts.
To be laughed at because I tripped.
To be pointed at just to make it all the more obvious.
To be spoken to like I was a complete idiot.
Why do they do this?
To make themselves feel better?
To prove a point of some kind?
To see me and so many others in pain?
I can't take it anymore.
I don't want to live this kind of life.
Make it go away.
It hurts too much to even breathe.
I've made up my mind.
I'm going to do it when I get home.
The sensation of a blade on my skin.
I've felt it before.
It's like a drug.
School's not over yet.
Only 4 more hours left.
But I've made up my mind.
I'm going to die today.
And no one will stop me.
It's the same as usual.
They say cruel thin
Curse of The LiarsDiscreet silver spiders slip fromCurse of The Liars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tongues of filthy liars
To weave webs thick and replete
With hazy veils of deceit
That grow more dense and complex
As they spread and mature,
Inducing confusion and delusion
While damaging lives,
But fear not oh ye swindled,
Because those webs either collapse or implode
Retract or explode
As the discreet silver spiders come back
To bite the flesh
And gouge the eyes
Of their original creator,
For Heaven and angels utterly despise
Filthy mouths that spawn silver spiders,
This is the curse of the liars…
Battling Time.Battling Time.1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
☆ Battling Time.
What is this un-explainable thing we call time.
So fierce and absolute, that I can cannot hope to out climb.
Immeasurable in length, larger than life, with considerable strength.
I remember looking forward to catching up with it, dreaming of the day I 'grew up' per say, everything I knew becoming passionate and less 'elastic'- believing it would get better day after day.
I don't remember if I passed it, but I do know I can outlast it.
How blind we are in our youth, ignorant even with proof.
Envisioning the future without thought, reason, or rhyme- before ever earning the right.
Without wisdom in maturity reaching its prime.
Accidental lives until the end of time, believing that everything is part of simple design.
A better way I a
red hair and candlelightThe memory of your rust-colored hairred hair and candlelight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
drifts through my brain as I step
off a streetcar on Cherry Avenue
and head towards the park where
we first saw each other all those
shriveled-up winter months ago.
Girl, it's been too long and cold;
sitting in some low-income loft,
reading your letters and
addressing postcards to
my blackbird paramour,
the one that runs her
hand up my throat
like a gentle rope,
and Salem hide-and-seek.
it's too late
to untangle myself
from this gorgeous
mess of slender arms
and ballerina legs.
People can say
what they want;
that it's just a phase,
that I'm under
some Bulgarian spell.
But I don't care
because this feels more
than just safe.
It feels like
a lifetime wasted
and born again.
The blood of a thousand
witches courses through
your veins from here
to Shreveport and
I love kissing girls like you;
Darling, so off-limits and
sweet like irises.
Girl, you're a heathen
and that's just fine with me.
Drop a car
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
How Silly Bandz Lost Their PopularityThere once was an orange cat named Mr. Cat and he loved Silly Bandz! He had so many Silly Bandz that he broke a world record. He wore so many that they covered his body. He loved Silly Bandz so much that he would do almost anything for them. He would chose to save Silly Bandz over anything. There was nothing that he loved more than Silly Bandz.How Silly Bandz Lost Their Popularity1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day Mr. Cat got schizophrenia and went crazy. The voices told him to kill people and he killed 14 people at a nearby McDonalds by stabbing them to death. Next the voices told him to commit suicide. Mr. Cat then made a chain of Silly Bandz and hung himself with it.
The word got around that Mr. Cat was killed by Silly Bandz. Parents around the world told their kids about Mr. Cat and told them to not wear them ever again. They listened and decided to stop wearing them because they thought that if they don't they could end up like Mr. Cat.
And that's how Silly Bandz lost their popularity.
Final MomentThrough a window,Final Moment1 year 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.
WashedSeems a high blunt tasteWashed1 year 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
Of Words and NudityA poem is a story without it's clothes on.Of Words and Nudity1 year 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.
Multiple Personality Disorder.There lived a boy onceMultiple Personality Disorder.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With two faces
And two minds.
“Demented,” people scoffed
“Insane,” they scorned.
He couldn't help it,
The way he was.
There lived a boy once
Who fell in love
With a boy who had two faces
And two minds.
“Beautiful,” he smiled
“Forever,” he whispered.
He couldn't keep it,
The promise he made.
There lived a boy once
With two faces
And two hearts.
“I can change,” he cried
“I need you,” he called.
He hated how he was,
Because it ruined everything.
There lived a boy once
Who fell in love
With a boy who had two faces
And two hearts.
“I’m sorry,” he said
“Forgive me,” he begged.
He broke both hearts,
Because he could only love one.
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...1 year 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