Two PathsEveryone always says that they have two paths from which to choose-Two Paths11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, what happens when you have more than two paths coming at you?
Where can you go? Can you turn to anyone?
Where can you hide? Are you afraid of everyone?
Do you wait for that special someone, always holding out?
Hoping that the longer you wait for them will mean the sooner they'll come around-
Do you go for an instant gratification on the primal level?
A random meeting, a rendezvous, just to feel a little bit better-
Do you to to school for some sort of higher learning?
Something that has become just a bit of everyone else's yearning-
Do you live on your own with all the expenses?
And live without all the degrading pretenses-
Do you dive into the drugs that will make it all feel good?
Or live without them- you know you could-
Do you continue at a job that you simply just love?
With no benefits, no security, and nothing's ever enough-
Do you push away all the people who constantly bring you down?
What happens when y
EucalyptusEucalyptus9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her skirts are so thick
if you spun her upside down
she would open up like a rose-
violent yellow pumps
and bubble ankles on
lanky blue legs, waving like stamen in the rain.
she's pollinating all over the room
a good thing to ask would be
why have I waited so long.
Do you remember burning me around your neck? I singed your hair, but didn't say anything.
It just curled from my fingers.
I sit far away now-
wrapped around my new love like a cat,
telling ghost stories and missing your shoulders,
flicking back and forth against the subway walls.
I got a letter today
a train schedule
another reminder of my
residence in the wings.
why have I waited so long?
I remember the day
you sat in my livingroom
somber, surrounded by fruit,
while I ran back and forth
miserable and sweating, trying to
find something appropriate to wear at the funeral.
you played at his memorial
and I watched
leaning back on the carpet and forgetting
entirely where I was.
ApathyApathy10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Little boat drifting to sea
Swallowed up so suddenly
I sit safe upon the shore
What does it matter to me?
Newborn baby boy he dares
To see things that aren't there
A gisft lost on all of us
But I, why should I care?
Fire falls down from the sky
Echo million voices cry
But I, I don't even care
And I, why should I lie?
Hummingbird floating softly
To and fro under the tree
I sit only feet away
But when I look I do not see.
Soulless is what you'd call me
But I don't care as you can see
I, I do enjoy my life
In this haze of apathy.
LettersLetters11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turned to talk to you today
But no one was there
I'd forgotten again
Went to your funeral today
They had your favorite flowers
It was pretty
Your mom came over for dinner today
She left before dessert
I think she cried
Found the sweater I had borrowed today
Did you know how much you'd hurt us?
I know you did
Your boyfriend talked to me today
He said he understood how I felt
I just walked away
Went to your house, found my pills today
Did I tell you your parents are moving?
They can't take the memories anymore
Wanted to hurt someone today
Make someone share my pain
But I couldn't
Started killing my pain today
Maybe if I can punish myself
God will forgive
Of Love, Blood and DisgraceOf Love, Blood and Disgrace10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let me write you a poem
of beauty, of grace,
of pain, of love,
of blood and disgrace.
I'll tell you of a girl I know,
who forever brightens my life.
Her skin is pale like white crystal snow
and her smile is always bright.
From her heart you feel a radiant glow
warming like the sun.
She seemed perfect from head to toe
and I thought she was the one.
If only things could stay the same,
but alas that is not true.
I was put to exile and shame,
for the words "I love you"
Her heart did glow but it had one chain,
known only as fear.
Now I know the true meaning of pain,
unable to shed a tear.
Let me tell you of a boy who fell,
and that boy is me.
Whose life is an empty shell,
and sorrow is its sea.
Living in a world known as hell,
where everything is dark.
Love is now his prison cell,
real pain leaves no mark.
Now I only have one thing left of which to embrace
Its a poem that i wrote
of beauty, of grace
of pain, of love,
of blood and disgrace.
The Pain InsideIt rains ...The Pain Inside12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I rain deep down my soul
I rain tears
running down my cheeks,
splitting my sides.
suffocating my brain.
That what is left inside my mind,
wears away until I am blind.
I rain like the sky is grey,
with not even one sunray.
Endless it rains deep down
feeling utterly lonesome.
Even though surrounded by
so many caring people,
I feel unhappier by the minute,
leaving me clueless as to why
this uninvited guest,
settles itself comfortable
in my inner life.
Somewhere along the path,
I lost the how to send it packing,
right out of my heart,
harmless to beautiful dreams.
Instead it forcefully gnaws,
with strong clawing paws.
When you think it finally leaves,
a soft whispering web it weaves.
Choices are not being given.
Decisions were already taken.
At the day of birth
reaching out to touch
that is already full-grown inside.
The Other Side of the SunThe Other Side of the Sun11 years ago in Teen More Like This
A Perfect Sun
"Dune or The Clockwork Orange?" He asked me.
"Dune for sure. Clockwork Orange is SO overrated." I answered.
"What? Clockwork Orange is art! It's a masterpiece," He cried.
"It's so dumb and unrealistic. And Dune is science fiction's supreme masterpiece. It says so right on the cover," I informed him with a straight face.
"Loser," he said back, giving my stomach a hard poke. "Answer me this: Jenny Jones or Oprah?"
"Duh, Jenny Jones," I gave back without a thought. "It's so much funnier. Oprah is so depressing."
"Is not. I'd pick Oprah. She does such nice stuff for everybody."
"Softie," I teased him.
"You know it," he answered with a grin.
"Okay, okay," I said through my giggles. "Maury Povich or Jerry Springer?"
"Oh my god," he replied, shaking his head. "Definitely Jerry. Have you seen the babes on that show? Taking of their shirts and shit? Maury's a bunch of fat bitches complaining about how they weigh 400 pounds and don't know who their baby's dad is." He paused, th
Dancing with unicornsDancing with unicorns11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a dream,
Of fairytales that lie.
A war of bees and butterflies.
A war of elegance against power.
A war of the wind and lightning.
More destruction than any mortal war.
This frost of summer,
This rain of tears.
Will drown the silence,
Will drown the pain.
In my forest of fairytales.
Shooting stars are only a glimpse,
Of the dances of unicorns.
As they leap from reality through fantasy,
Dance without guilt, fear, silence
Through heaven and through hell.
Through our dreams, through our fairytale.
When these unicorns cry,
Their tears form galaxies.
When these unicorns cry,
Their pain shatters the heavens.
These unicorns with their painted fate.
These unicorns feel no love, no hate.
There will be no tomorrow,
For this Fairytale of sorrow.
. my confession .. my confession .10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every single evening,
when twilight deciedes to take over the bright sky once again,
I take my thoughts for a walk.
Every single evening,
when the daylight gives in,
I make my confession to the only ones who are always there to listen.
This is it.
This is my confession, my precious voiceless confidants.
Every single evening they fly away,
carrying another fugutive thought, another part of me.
Setting me free.
leavingleaving11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I made him laugh, then tears came
I think I have seen them there before
I just cant place a certain time
It looked so wrong to see him cry.
He said my antics were so "like you"
He giggled at my full hands and my chatter
My bright voice, pushing happiness in sickness.
I wont put the burden of my worry on him
And then he cried. His shoulders shook, but there was no sound.
There were only the tears that I'm sure I dont know.
He is strong. He never cries...no.
So I'm sure that they're something new.
"I love you" he gasped
No air for talking and crying at one time.
"I'm sorry for breaking down baby."
"I haven't until just this moment"
He looked at me, with appology.
Isn't a Father superhuman?
I held on to my own tears.
A daughter should be too.
It isn't just the physical pain
Nor only not being able to breath
And it is scary to know you'll die.
But these things didn't bring tears....
His eyes met mine again.
His voice was only a whisper.
There was however hard determination in his face.
Intimacy - Into Me SeeIntimacy - Into Me See12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes
Your image still fresh
Your beautiful face
Burning into my mind
Eating the tissues
That sustain my sanity
I cover my ears
Your words still ringing
Your angelic voice
Running through my veins
Paralyzing the muscles
That sustain my control
I hold my breath
Your scent still powerful
Your intoxicating pheromones
Crashing into my body
Snapping the bones
That sustain my temple
I surrender my consciousness
Your touch still tingling
Your velvet skin
Piercing through my flesh
Spilling the organs
That sustain my existence
I swallow my tongue
Your taste still overwhelming
Your ambrosial flavor
Driving into my chest
Lacerating the soul
That sustains my heart
Friday Nights are the HardestFriday Nights are the Hardest10 years ago in Teen More Like This
Friday Nights are the Hardest
He was sexy, I suppose.
Maybe he was more than sexy.
He had the kind of eyes that are constantly rimmed with red, making him look like he hadn't slept for days. He had hair that hung in his eyes, bleached blond, or dyed a fake-looking black. He was the kind of who looked almost too skinny, but was constantly eating. The kind of guy with a smooth, flat stomach, that was hard with a layer of muscle.
I think I liked him most because he looked like a slut. He always had a smirk like he was thinking of how to seduce whatever he was looking at. He looked at me, smiled, licked his lips absentmindedly, and cocked his head. I would have done him right there.
What was most attractive to me was that he looked like he knew how to, you know. Do it.
I worked in a little shit record store, and he came in everyday, looking for a ways to be into bands more obscure than his friends were into, I guess. He stood there, one hand jammed into the back pocket oh his too tight gir
Deathly DreamingDeathly Dreaming12 years ago in Other More Like This
Words that hang you
Strangle you with your defiant weeping
Making sence of all their wrongs
Quiet while your mind is seeking
Words to seethe through
Burning with your constant dreaming
Hoping for the fateful day
Not to come for rightful treating
Haunting you for longly hating
Thoughts you keep for much to long
Keeping safe is so degrading
Words don\'t show through
Talking won\'t show your mindless weaving
Escaping not all of their ranting
Daggers peirce and blood is seeping
Words are nothing
Not in this world of relentless drowning
Breathing keeps reality coming
Maybe breathless is only what I\'m wishing
SleeplessSleepless12 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Kitty wanted out. So she tried to kill herself. Swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills. Now she can't wake up. She can't get out.
"Here's your latte."
Kitty looked down at the tall drink, then up at the man who had brought it. He was tall, blond, and pale. He had large white wings sticking out of his black blouse.
"Am I dead?"
"No!" the man answered.. "Of course not... Well, not really." He smiled at her. "Just drink your latte, I have one mocha to do and I'll be right back to explain everything. This happens quite a bit, you know."
He left and Kitty slowly picked up her drink, taking in her surroundings. She was sitting in a large armchair, covered with an old chenille blanket, warm and comfortable. In front of her a couple were making out, their coffees slowly cooling on the end table. Everywhere in the café people were drinking coffee, talking and reading or just staring into space. No one was smiling.
Suddenly, the door opened and a man staggered in. His righ
Came The AngelsCame The Angels11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Came the angels of tainted perfection
To line our hearts with ammunition
Adorned with twisted dreams of peace
To quell the fire of rapt ambition
Came the angels of newborn damnation
Fresh from the womb of brutal demise
Appeased with misfortune and vengeful souls
To gnaw our skin and gauge our eyes
And still, and still, the fires raged,
As victims fell to pre-dug graves.
Exiled creatures fresh from hell
Wished our shattered bodies well
And still, the roses failed to bloom
Crown with thorns, my blood consumed
Ebony blood runs cold as ice
Let loose with heartfelt sacrifice…
I triedI tried to be myself this week.I tried11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let you see me when I'm weak
I guess it's a problem for some
I tried being honest, so to speak
I'll try moving on and so next week
Not a peep, from me, shall leak.
I wrote those journals
Only so you'd know
You'd see me in one of liife's most vunerable states
Because I'm nothing great, this proves it, right here
Bringing hate and pain to someone dear
From me comes exactly what I fear
And so instead for once I'll follow
The methods of a lively fellow
In ideals and hopes and goals too
Just don't worry, I'll be there for you
I'll see perhaps what it means
To listen to one's broken dreams
And not utter a single word of my own
I'll see perhaps what it means
To listen to one's shattered dreams
Without a single care for my own
Then perhaps you'll dislike the change in me
It brings, the strange in me it brings
And you'll let me do what the heck I want to
Praise and love who the heck I want to.
No flames, no curses, no life sucking nosferatu
A Lover's game: MysteryLoverA Lover's game: Mystery11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stare at you
hiden by the shadows
there you dance
in the courtyard
with your careless laugh
and your flirting glances
if only I could know
and for me to be known
You are there
amongst the shadows
where my eyes can see you
but my mind not know you
There you are
hiden by darkness
staring at me
I longing for you
for the evening
going back home
to think things over
I will bring roses
and my feelings for you
will be revealed
Oh how I long
for my lips to meet yours
to know yours
for us to spend
our days together
no longer just friends
but forever as lovers
My eyes fall apon
the beauty before me
oh how will she ever know
for I myself shall never tell
for if I were
to tell my secret
she would reject me
and end her game of mystery
A secret in my eyes
burning love for him
if he'd only express
his true feelings for me
he would know
his feelings are shared
but alas that shall never be
for that would end his game of mystery
what really matters iswhat really matters is9 years ago in Open More Like This
The sky went in labour as I drove from the supermarket,
my breath hopped with smoke that surged from lips
like clusters of people, as if it could be a good thing
to give yourself yellow fingernails and a bad cough.
The snow was not falling, but climbing
higher up the whiteout of my jaw line --
I closed my eyes and I was afraid,
crowed in a movie theatre, it's dark
there but that was okay
because it was meant to be like that.
But then it was no longer okay --
My lungs needed extra help, I did not have anyone
to press my irises against, to snapshot this moment with
and tuck it away in the splits of my left ribcage,
where these things belongs.
I wanted to butcher my heart with heavy calories,
I blinked and did not want to hate myself
anymore. I thought maybe,
cells are meant to be re-born
into something more like heartbeats
and chocolate cakes, made to be eaten and maybe
hipbones are meant to be private, for lovers only
to see them with their hands.
And maybe my sto
Christine saysChristine says9 years ago in General More Like This
I'm dressed in 94% cotton, 6% spandex, a chartreuse dress to my knees, accented with a loop of dark wooden beads, flaked out on someone else's couch, in someone else's home, and I've only known him for seven minutes since I tripped and fell off the curb, and he swooped me up and carried me off to his beige-colored couch. Kinda a scratchy couch too, and it's pinching and tugging at my bare arms, so I sit up and move over to another chair except that I don't exactly make it thanks to my earlier injury, and now I'm collapsed on someone else's floor in someone else's house, whimpering over my foot.
He comes out, swinging a box of Band-aids and a roll of ankle wrap between his fingers. His muffled flip-flops slap the brown carpet as he crosses the room and pauses over me. And he's standing over me, and I can feel him looking down at me through long eyelashes and drooped eyelids, and he asks, in an amused way, if I fell off the couch.
Ode To KurtOde To Kurt12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You left us alone in a cold dry world
with faith depleating and heeding
and tv numbing our feeling
you knew our meaning.
You knew our suffering.
You saw what we were afraid of.
face to face you saw it.
You lived it.
a reflection of your mind came out through your songs
you could have taught us of what had surely gone wrong
We saw your fear; the fear that maybe you didnt exist.
The fear that maybe you're not who you thought you were
when we look too long at ourselves
all that we'll see
an illusion of a person
that only wants to see "Me"
We never see us...too fucking obvious!
Always with the God Damned hard way!
did we forget we're all here together?
That we exist identically
No time, no length.
Why did you get caught up in you!
you always knew you werent really there.
you were just too damned afraid to say it!
Too afraid to see the truth... you're Everywhere man
AvariceAvarice10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wandering through the glistening trees
Of a long forgotten place
Blue sky as far as the eye could see
The ground was covered with writhing snakes
Then I saw her in the glen
Dancing in the morning dew
Avarice the plague of men
She looked at me with eyes of blue
After that I was not free
She wanted all that I could give
And under the forsaken tree
She told me how to really live
When I returned she followed me
Showed me what she had within
And slowly I began to see
That Avarice was a wicked sin
And now I too am filled with greed
Such that cannot be conceived
So here I sit and here I bleed
Avarice will never leave
him.he traced the stars five times that night,him.12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
didnt stop until the sky caved in.
he watched as his dreams buried
themselves as far down as they could.
some say he caught a glimpse
of the end of the world.
she found a better deal and took
everything but him along.
now he's collecting his bones
just trying to find a place to die.
and now he means nothing to her
he's just an everyday name
with no place in her heart.
not even the brightest sun
could bring out the best in him.
she functions better with out him
this he knows but he still loves her
and she still despises him.
...things will never change.
you can see it in his steps.
how he has nothing to live for.
his lonely heart a dried up ghost.
along the lines of a laughing matter.
he watches (the world)
pass him by.
weak knees and broken spirits,
oh the way he cries himself to sleep.
Because You Left MeBecause You Left Me11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why are you doing this
you know i'm not strong
you know that i love you
please, hurt me no more.
I look in your eyes
they have no reflection
your vision is slanted
I AM NOT YOUR WHORE.
I miss you so badly
but when you were there
its not like you noticed
i dont think you care.
So where are you going
in reckless abandon?
I wish you the anguish
that you cannot see.
I dont want to leave you
but there are no options
I'm standing alone here
because you've left ME.