TaintedTainted3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Kind words whispered in my ear,
Consuming burden of these chains,
Let me fall asleep in here,
Forgotten in this empty pain.
My body’s being ripped apart
And the pain’s too much to bear!
I’ve lost the warmth of my heart.
I’ve lost myself and you don’t care.
I’m still begging for salvation
And you’re still walking away
While your perfume of red carnations
Remains faded in the air.
I don’t blame you, but my hate
Overwhelms me with disgrace
And even if my soul’s decayed
I must escape this filthy place!
This time I’ve lost myself to grief
And gave my heart to endless darkness.
Despite your prayers and beliefs
You have done nothing to stop this!
Lying numb in this cold prison
The wet air’s hurting my lungs;
My teary eyes see all in crimson —
There's liquid iron on my tongue.
What is this poignant feeling
Dragging me in agony?
Something gross and horrifying:
Tissues grind inside of me!
When I die don’t hold my hand
WillWould you kill me if I were to sayWill1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
“Ave!” to your heartless ways?
I’m so quiet and I’m feeling
Inside of me your venom melting.
You’ve used me to reborn your pain,
Drained me of fire, let it die in rain.
Ave to your darkness, love!
I hope you live the life you’ve earned,
Free of light and filled with guilt
But tell me first: how does it feel
To walk on crushed bones, on my ribs?...
Those crushed ribs of mine...
Ave to your killer mind!...
But you’ve never taught me right —
If I live my human life
Will I reborn from your heart’s fire?
You’ve sacrificed my blood, you liar,
Just to make true your desires.
Ave to your sick heart, demon,
And thank you for the gift you’ve given!
Turn me to dust, turn me to sand,
Turn me into your loved land...
I promise I will wait for you
And make my chest your peaceful tomb.
Thank you for the silence, killer,
And for your damned soul
Memories from OgygiaShe thinks back occasionally, back into her tear-laden memories and lonely afternoons, but it feels as if she were remembering a distant dream once dreamt. The details are hazy, yes, seen as if through a screen of smoke, but they are there.Memories from Ogygia2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She will smile now, maybe even laugh, and tell you the story of her life with a glint in her eyes:
(She sang him to sleep countless times.)
She would lie his head in her lap and run a hand through his hair and beard; she would trace the line of his jaw to his cheekbones to the tip of his nose as if tracing stars into constellations.
She taught him the constellations, too, one by one, and he pretended not to notice the way her eyes would occasionally cloud over with yearning, with longing (because, oh, how she wished she could sail along with him having the stars as their only guide!), and she would pretend not to notice how he seemed suddenly weighted down with grief as he remembered her.
When in RomeWhen in Rome2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The second she breathed in the air as they stepped out of the airport, Annabeth decided that she loved Rome, and she told Percy so. He had laughed at her, telling her to let them actually see some of the city before she started designing their summer villa. She had smiled radiantly at him, hefted her bags up, and led the way to the bus stop.
Despite his playful reluctance, Percy has fallen in love with the city too. Not as deeply as Annabeth, of course, who tries to stop and examine every old building they pass, but he does love it. He decides the first day that he could do without the Italian men, but that’s about the only thing he would change. Not a day goes by without at least one guy whistling at Annabeth or winking at her with a suave “Ciao, bella.” Because of her shapely figure and naturally blonde hair, she is quite the prize in Italy. Annabeth is oblivious to the men’s compliments, however; she is always too busy looking in shop windows, dow
She Screamed Like a Whooping CraneWhen I shower, I always wring out my hair afterwardsShe Screamed Like a Whooping Crane2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because thats what I was taught to do
So that my pillow wouldn't get cold and damp
It's so that my head won't weigh down
So that I can stand straight
And I need more sleeping pills to keep me dreaming
Keep the lights down low to keep from screaming
But my voice is gone and I can't cry today
And when the sun burns me alive
They think that I'm okay
Just turn off the bathroom lights
And try to find her in the dark
Find her in the mirror
But all I can feel is her still heartbeat worlds and worlds away
I know that she's gone
And in the dark
My own shadow flees from me
Because I'm not worth following
And all thats left is to bathe
And hope that maybe
I'll mistake the tears for water drops
Just scrub my skin raw and rip the vanity out of my flesh
Until I can bleed sanity from every pore
And feel the embrace of the therapeutic spray
I turn the hot water up until I can't hea
Venus-rainVenus-rainVenus-rain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pour on me a Venus rain
and let me dry away the pain.
There’s something dripping
from m y a r m s,
m y b o n e s, m y h a n d s . . .
I feel them heavy
as if m y s e l f . . .
m y s o u l, m y s t r e n g t h,
they’re all slipping
through my nails
a s I g r a b t h e m.
No — I failed!
My f i n g e r t i p s,
they hurt like Hell
but I grab them,
then I hear…
There’s a dying l i g h t in here
and a shadow.
It’s not me , my body
seems to be
f l o a t i n g i n t h e a i r.
I guess I’ve dried out from the pain,
the wounds your cruel Venus rain
s c u l p t e d i n m y
Shadow KissShadow Kiss3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Red lipstick stains her windowpane
She’s unbeknownst to lovers' eyes.
Although her soul may ache with pain
One wonders why she never cries.
Her lips they trace a victims face
She’s torn her heart out like a weed.
Although her body rips like lace
One wonders why she doesn’t bleed.
Nightfall beckons her weary mind
She plays in shadows amongst the creeps.
Although the truth she cannot find
One wonders why she never sleeps.
She breathes in a flutter of nervous lust
While her amber skin presses onto him.
To whom the one she can entrust?
Then sadness breaks her body’s whim.
Something is stirring deep down inside
An impression left by the one she fears.
No longer empowered by selfish pride
Confound to why she sheds these tears.
The tears, they dry upon her cheeks
This unknown feeling fatigues her so.
Along with fuchsia blush, it streaks
Apart from which no one can know.
She shakes off despair with a whip of her hair
Then in her chest, there awakens a beat.
This heavy p
Stalking is What I DoStalking is What I DoStalking is What I Do3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm in the closet
Watching you change your clothes
I'm sitting behind the curtain
When you shower
I'm under the bed
When you sleep
You don't believe me, I know
Because I'm good at what I do
I'm behind you now
And you've not even realized it, have you?
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,you've been dead for a year, my dear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Dead, Inside and OutI scream, but nobody hearsDead, Inside and Out3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry, but nobody cares
I look, but I do not find
I try, but I do not die
I wake, but I never really sleep
I eat, but I never really taste
I long, but I never really know
I try to stay, but it is time to go
I slumber, but I do not wake
I crack, but I do not break
I gasp, but I do not breath
I swallow, but I do not sneeze
I am floating, through the pale air
I am moving, though I do not care
I am strangled with tears, yet I do not pout
I am dead, inside and out.
What a terrible thingSometimes life is painful,What a terrible thing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not for a discernible reason.
Not for a route to something better
or a perversive remedy
for a wound long forgotten.
Sometimes we drown in it,
in the not yet,
the not quite,
the not at all.
Sometimes even our eyelashes
are too heavy,
and keeping our eyes open enough
to see the truth is asking too much,
and other times?
Other times the truth is
the bacteria binding in your blood
beneath your skin
- it's inside -
and it knows how to feed off of you.
it wriggles until at last -
it lets its forceful pair of hands
slip tenderly under your ribcage
to compress -
down on your lungs
until they are flat
and stick to themselves,
and leave you gasping;
oh, oh the truth.
What a terrible thing!
R.I.P R.I.PR.I.P3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Rest in peace"
Or at least,
what we all think it means.
How may I rest, six feet under;
in a tomb?
Alone and cold, in soiled womb?
They said, after death,
"You have nothing to worry."
"Reside in purgatory"
Why bury me in damp grave?
So far away from heavens gates?
I feel the warmth, know it well.
Another half inch, I'd burn in hell.
But in this shell, lifeless; sedated.
Ironic you wanted me cremated.
Is this wrong? Or is this right?
jokes on me I guess that's life.
At least for some,
"Reveal in Paradise"
lessons in rising abovemy spine cracks from wherelessons in rising above2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
you once snapped vertebrae; I
turned my back on you.
CarvedYou are an oak carved tableCarved2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that has been hewn and hacked
from its original pure form
into something someone found useful.
I was screwed tight together
with fixtures, fights and fittings
by so-called master craftsmen,
who wanted me to be firm,
who wanted my artificial endurance.
Men who wanted my knots undone
and for me to hold them up,
but I am a chair, and you are a table.
You have told me of the days
when seventy percent of you
was forcefully ripped out
leaving a splintered hollow behind.
I know how abrasive people
rubbed you up the wrong way
with sand paper to keep you quiet,
and with words to keep you down.
Plain men with plained minds
that have been stroked to the quick
and left only with the core
of their brutal carver instincts.
I know how you were made, table.
I am five pieces nailed together
With sticky tape for good measure.
You are one whole still, somehow
and when I need you, you are stable
and your legs are thicker than mine,
run faster and bear more pressure
on your leve
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.Expensive Lies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nibIn absence of a poem.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.
I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;
I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.
Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.
I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.
InsaneDisconnected, racing thoughts passed through her mind. Will I die today? Will they let me out? She looked up and stared at the ceiling. She then looked over to the small bedside table that they had provided her, and saw the medicine cup filled with lithium. She remembered where she was and why she was there. She then said to herself, "Is all this a dream or a nightmare?" She could never tell, for she was in an insane asylum, barely living with severe manic depression.Insane9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes, she wanted to die, at others she longed to be free. She didn't think it was fair that she was here, for almost everyone has these thoughts eventually. The only difference was that she could switch from one thought to the other, without any reason or feeling, in seconds.
The people who ran the insane asylum were cruel. She was losing weight rapidly because instead of lunch, they'd bring her lithium. If it had been up to her, she would have killed herself long ago.
YouWhen I flee,You3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When I need time to myself,
When I have to find who I want to be,
It is you that I see.
If I have to break,
If I need to be kept from falling,
If I have to address my heartache,
It is you that I see.
When goals escape my grasp,
When all plans crumble,
When what I wanted wasn't what was best,
It is you that I see.
If the words escape me,
If I don't know who will relate,
If my appreciation does not translate,
It is you that I see.
With each pulse of my heart,
With each realization,
With each thought,
It is you that I see.
Do you see?You see these tears?Do you see?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not shedding them for you.
You see my smile?
I’m not grinning for you.
You see my eyes?
They aren’t lighting up for you.
You see my blood?
It isn’t burning for you.
You feel my heart?
It’s not beating for you.
You know these feelings
That keep me up till 3am?
It’s not because of you.
You see the way I make
Extravagant hand motions when I’m excited?
That’s not for you.
You feel my rage and anger?
That is indeed for you.
Do you still not see?
Do you still not understand?
After all the times
I have hurt you
And thrown you away….
You still want to be here
You still want to be by my side…
Maybe it is me who does not see…
Maybe it is me who does not understand….
That even after all those times…
You do understand
I’m not really mad at you…
I’m just upset at myself…
You’ll always be my friend…
Maybe I’ll never know why….
Don't take her'twas a soft, solemn eveningDon't take her1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Felt the aura on my skin
Knew something was wrong
When my sweetheart rushed in.
She fell into my arms
Shaking quite wearily
I pleaded "what's wrong?"
She said "the monsters,
They chase me!
They taunt and torment me
And won't let me leave,
I just wanna be free
Oh please - save me!"
Then my heart was just broken
I whispered "is it here?"
She nodded and pointed;
"It's right over there."
So I turned around
Then was taken aback at what I saw,
A horrible beast
Grey, ghostly and tall.
It took some eerie steps forward,
"Tap tap tap."
Then rushed towards us both
And now we're both trapped.
"Don't take her!" I yelled
And covered her body.
It took hold of me,
But it set her free.
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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