How to Fix The WorldHow to Fix The World3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
an execution, while play
The howling strings
Of the cellos
Of the veins
Of the time
To the discord
Are the who and what,
the how and the why
Ever lost to that
of the cords
of the strings
of the howling
"Fix this", they cry,
the masses whose
words fester and boil,
carried words, spoken indirect
of the leaders
of the struggles
of the home
of the brave
The final breath
of humanities dying words
"in ashes, from ashes"
She speaks, so melancholy
of the future
of the present
of the past
"World!" She pleads
with a cry, so finishing
"Heed and listen!"
To them she speaks
Of the necessary
of the desired
of the curses
of their blessings...
Don't Let GoRestrained by insecurity, she is hard to love.Don't Let Go3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her heart however, hides a passion unknown.
An unforeseen utopia, and still so much more.
The problem, huge hearts make easy targets.
The strategy is simple though, easy to learn.
Follow this formula and you'll find your forever.
Hold her tight through all of the happy times,
and the fighting and the anger, don't let go.
If you feel her falling take her hand in yours.
When you feel like she is letting go, catch her.
Protect her with your arms when she is scared.
When she is sad, especially then, don't let go.
Don't let her walk away, even if she wants to.
Bravery is an act, nobody wants to be alone.
It will take work, but the reward is her heart.
And she will treasure you, but don't ever let go.
Screaming, BleedingThey scream and they bleedScreaming, Bleeding7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Forced on their knees
Beaten and battered
They continue to plead
They beg for your mercy
They beg with what might
Is left in their bodies
Still they beg, through the night
Screaming and Bleeding
They are forced on the bed
Of sticks and of twigs
And with a grin you spread.
You spread their legs wide
You violate the girl-child
You torture their bodies
Without a thought in your cruel mind
So young are these girls
The nightmares they yell
Hell is their life, and yet you ignore
You yell out, but not with their pain
But with pleasure and lust as you came
Blind is your mind, foul is your breath
And still you pay pimps, with such meager cents
These girls, so young
They do not have a choice
Bend to their masters
Or fall victim to their fury,
And their might
These little girls who once
Smiled and laughed
Now curled up in corners
Till for they, do men ask
And to the floor their pushed
Pleading mercy in their heads
Losing their innocence, with each and every bed
Oda a la HNo hace ruido alguno,Oda a la H1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ni siquiera cuando cae en la histeria,
a veces quiere huir,
y encontrar a alguien que la escuche.
El fantasma de las palabras,
solo por los lectores puede ser vista,
su historia no puede ser escuchada,
pues es muda y tan solo en versos se comunica.
Oh, la muda dice palabras tan importantes,
tan bellas: como hermosas y delicadas mariposas,
como el hielo que se derrite, como la humilde que acobija,
como la verde hierba en un día de verano.
Todavía no ha encontrado una manera de hablar,
ser independiente y escuchada,
pues solo hace sonido alguno
cuando se encuentra acompañada.
Tiene un hueco en su alma,
se amplia con cada verso,
se vuelve cada vez más y más claro con cada día:
la han dejado en la sombra de otras letras.
La histeria ha sido olvidada,
hinchados los ojos y labios rojizos,
llenos de palabras no dichas, llenos de sollozos;
ella no pertenece a ningún lado.
Abandonada la desdicha,
helgadas sonrisas en la oscu
They Make Saints for Ugly Peoplewhen I was younger I thought it was funny,They Make Saints for Ugly People5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when finding a patron Saint that I could
relate to, pray to.
I am Luke, Patron Saint of Artist,
a prominent Evangelist,
a follower of Jesus.
I thought this was amazing,
that being a saint was amazing,
that a saint could only be amazing,
that God could care less about
ugliness, and self esteem, and
things that weren't cool to me.
But then I realized as I looked through Google,
God made saints for ugly people too,
for people who are “stupid” by societies standards,
for people who are as invisible as
For people who kill and who commit the worst acts,
for people who outta be in hell,
roasting their asses. But the patrons got sadder than that,
I discovered saints for people who'd lost their paths.
For people who stood on the brink of depression,
for people who live through inhuman oppression.
For skiers and killers and the internet too,
pick anything, and there's a patron saint for
And I looked on and looked o
Insane LoveDon't.Insane Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hold my hand.
Let me cry in your arms.
Talk about love and the future.
Tease me to cheer me up.
Read over my shoulder the poem I'm writing.
Speak to me.
You'll learn to hate me...
You'll learn to ignore me...
All of those things.
Save me from myself.
I'd ask you to do it.
You're not real. You're caught in my mind.
A character. A fake identity of a person I want to want me.
Thats why don't.
Because reality breaks me when you leave.
~Femme fatale~~Femme fatale~2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She begins her Siren song with soft whispers
While her fingers are playing tug of war with his hair
She leans closer and closer just to suffocate him with a kiss
She teases him as she makes him shiver and shake
With electrified touches scattered all around his body
Her lips wander over him with lust captivating his gaze
Trying to torment him exhaling old love spells
Waiting until he succumbs to this merciless game
London FogDisquiet the stillnessLondon Fog4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the lingering winter air,
imagined, or realized,
the descending white.
the fog comes
on little cat feet,
creeping into the blood,
Eyes not seen
but felt watching
for the moment
A Nerdy Love PoemBefore you arrived,A Nerdy Love Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you annoying buffoon,
My life was more barren
than the sands of Dune.
And then you appeared,
Like a Doctor from space,
with your ridiculous clothes
and your comical face.
We're not like Edward and Bella
and their blather of fate:
We're like Sauron and Voldemort
deciding to date.
See, I'd travel to Mordor
with you any day.
We'd be like Frodo and Sam,
but a little less gay.
The Capitol couldn't stop us!
. . . that's totally a lie:
if we started rebellions
we'd probably die.
We'd feast in King's Landing
on lamprey and tarts
then murder our enemies
with thousands of farts
Our house words would NOT
be "stupid and fat"
though I like "moon of my life"
much better than "brat."
Whenever you're sweet
I think it's a fluke,
but if you were nice all the time
you wouldn't be Luke.
But I like you a lot,
even though you're a pain.
Like how Serenity's crew
still hasn't killed Jayne.
You give my life meaning,
you silly old man,
like the Joker needs Batman
for all of his plans.
Found God1. The first time I found GodFound God1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Was when I was 15.
I found God in a pen.
I scribbled down words
And he brought them to life.
2. They found God in their phone.
Instead of handling the awkwardness
Of the party,
They prayed to God to get them out.
3. He found God in his paycheck.
He locks himself in his office
As if it was a church,
Hoping to see God again.
I think I saw him praying
Last week when I visited.
4. She found God
In the mirror.
When she looked at God
In the eyes,
She freaked out
And punched the mirror until it shattered.
The devil put his hand over
Her fist and told her it’ll be alright.
5. They found God in each other.
I thought that would make them happy
But every time they’re together,
They throw the Devil at each other
In an odd game of Dodge ball.
6. He found God
At the bottom
Of a Bottle.
And every time he sees him,
God shows him a little piece
Then helps him vomit out the demons
Inside of him.
7. She found God in a needle.
Then she found God in hers
FailureWhat is this life without a dream?Failure4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An eye to see a better place
Far beyond what lies in front of me
I try and I try
But what if my best isn't good enough?
I'm no genius
I don't think I handel
Knowing I'm going to be
Just answer me
This one final question
Is it over yet?
Cut-Off Line - Ashe - English LyricsCleaned away all these faded stainsCut-Off Line - Ashe - English Lyrics4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That my soul could not erase
The design of the dotted line
That my finger slowly traced
It's so easy to cry and I've
Never had to force any tears
So, it's safe to just cut away
Before thought can interfere
This burning in me lasted, filling my veins
The sun beneath the clouds continued my way
But then it gleamed in front of me
Like a star it dropped and blocked my vision
Simple yet unfinished
Love is a palette mixed
With colors I have never known
Folded it up and watched it fall
A crumpled mess of everything
Even if it's "not my problem"
And though I try to hide it deep within my heart
The tears in my eyes amount to lies
And cut away into another day
To let go of this aching soul
That I stole away so deep
Quietly, I began to speak
As I strained to find the key
I'd created my own charade
And a world that I'd concieved
All the colors began to run
In this lie that I believed
I gave away the bags
I'd filled with regret
I threw away the thoughts
That I th
Whenwhen did we begin to look at treesWhen1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
not as reaching branches to climb
but as a resource with a purpose
something to nickel and dime
when did the castles in our imaginations
become the lifeless four walls
of the cubicles that house the
mindless drones that wander empty halls
when did my fairy tale fantasies
stop enriching my mind
and begin to enclose me
and leave the child behind
and why did no one tell me
that growing up would look like this?
that one day I would gaze back
at the photos of everything I miss
.a storm breaks inside.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
his mouth; my name washes up
on his tongue, stranded
In My MindI like to talk to my best friendsIn My Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whenever i'm feeling down.
A precious lick of happiness
From their sweet and lovely sound.
I cry the tears of melancholy
Upon their reliable shoulders
A kiss among my scars
As the night grows colder.
A feeling of pure pulchritude
As our friendship does prove true
Yes, i confide in my best friend
If only you could hear them, too.
how to become a writerhave parents that separatehow to become a writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you’re in high school;
a father filled with unused anger
and a mother too busy to care.
pretend it doesn’t hurt.
let your friends treat you
everything is your fault.
listen to their problems with a fake smile
all the while crying out because
everything hurts and no one can see.
press a knife to your skin,
but be too cowardly to
draw your own blood.
fall in love with people
who could never notice you,
just. not. good.
chew on the multicolored
strands of your hair.
(you can’t stop running
from who you really are.)
carry around a notebook
and scrawl eve
The reality conjecture. Monolithic dreamsWhen you live so long among dreams,The reality conjecture. Monolithic dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they start shaping your reality
When you live so long without...
reality shapes you