The mirror is sharp (so is the image).Some things in life just can't be forgotten,The mirror is sharp (so is the image).9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the tears that craved attention
and pushed her into their shadow.
Indeed, those dark rings under her eyes are the cracks appearing from beneath her disguise,
if only sunshine would overtake the darkness that seeps through.
Playing hide-and-seek with herself
is proving to be pointless.
Unfortunately, knifes never are,
and it will take her time to realise
that scars can only fade.
It's a shame to think that such beauty goes unnoticed,
but that's what happens
when you give up on yourself:
you stop searching for improvement.
And now, she spends most of her time staring out of her window;
waiting for freedom that really,
is just locked away inside her heart -
no one is there to tell her that she has the key.
take this part of my broken heart (and eat it).they are criminals.take this part of my broken heart (and eat it).1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
stomping on our organs
until they pulse their name;
indented hearts moan
as livers suffocate
and succumb to their fate.
kidneys can no longer
distinguish between your poison
those distant summer emotions
ended when the winter came crawling.
such enthralling feelings are lost
yet never forgotten.
he feasted on my heart.
festering wounds cut deep
and blood stained his teeth.
it was all out of love, of course
and the remorse i was forced to feel
i am still alive. isn't that interesting?
DelusionAlone once moreDelusion1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I push away all of those
in the fear of my repetition
and the depress of my admiration.
I confine myself
to the darkness that embodies
the demons that devour my mind.
I am unable to find
the truths that I wish to grasp
they vanish and no longer last
within the haze of desperation
I'm found wondering in isolation.
I escape into my dreams
to a delusion where life embraces me
and cures all of my anxiety.
My heart desires to feel your touch
our spirits entwine, it's not enough
Forever I will linger within my world
I will immerse myself within your hold
vicariously live through my fantasies
as I wake to the true nightmare of reality.
Mirrorstwo mirrorsMirrors1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
twins in shape
twins by nature
standing face to face
what do they see?
what do they reflect?
reflection of reflection of reflection
each other´s depths in
each other´s depths
just one reality
one shared breath
the flow of eternity
if one of them breaks
both see cracks
both bear scars
reflection of reflection of reflection
just one reality
one shared thread
of flawed eternity
London's Time in Couplets.the sun has come to see us once again,London's Time in Couplets.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
this old summer's always been the same.
but crack a smile through the window's light,
as some people don't survive through the night.
it's time to see the brightness through the grey,
and say with pride that you're okay.
it's the afternoon now and the boredom comes to play,
your sister asks you: what do you do all day?
no job, nothing, you sit in your chair
and moan and groan about how you just don't care.
evening arrives with london's gorgeous news;
dead people, rapists and polluted views.
big ben strikes ten, all well and good.
it's time for bed now. you know that you should.
with your cup of cocoa, you end up in a heap.
at least now you can cry yourself to sleep.
the hands on the face that sits on the wall,
covers it's eyes as you trip and fall.
unconscious or dead, i'm not always sure.
maybe you have just walked into the door.
as if it really matters, there's nothing to get up for.
you may as well remain asleep on the floor.
City StrayShe is a city stray...City Stray1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
her heart lies abandoned
among the graves of headless mannequins
in the city streets
where dim lights meet
people who cannot see.
her soul is drowning
in deep river-streets
and crushing pavement-waves
eyes are full of salt and smoke
breath is almost dead...
She is a city stray
child of blessed mists
child of bleeding fists
daughter of headless mannequins
born to be breathless
born to be helpless
born to live without senses
born to love cage and fances...
and still she thinks
and still she believes
But she´ll never see
But she´ll never know
what is beyond
what is behind
what is up
what is down
under and above...
Is almost blind...
Lament of the CageThe cage long realizedLament of the Cage1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as long as the bird
remained its prisoner
It would never be free.
About a girl(French version below)About a girl8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Naiad, braving the tumultuous streams without risk
Your crystalline beauty illuminates these shabby, spineless and muddy reeds,
The softness of your skin like a caress that even the sea air couldn't bring me;
Oh My, I'd like to snatch this ivy leaf which covers you way too much!
I accomplished the most perilous labour just by staring at you;
My Hesperide, your breathtakingly high curves entice this pilgrim, blinded mortal,
And force naked and fool men to carry their own Iliad out to conquer you.
The singing of your voice shall guide us through this long, calm watercourse to the Elysium.
Your smile, forbidden sin, makes me break all my oathes.
For a brief moment, I vow to let myself be fooled by these pipe dreams of fantasy -
I want to dedicate this lyric song you've inspired me to the Gods, Polyhymnia,
You got me sailing on the river of dreams.
About a girl
Naïade, bravant sans péril les flots tumultueux
.your constant compulsion to keep clean will bury you in sand....1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
...and it is then when tidal waves will wash out your soul and push it towards land.
I... Brokeni kissed her feetI... Broken10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
lost paradise skin
because they were
i closed my
constellations on skin
i held her close
she was smooth
i glued her
she felt shattered
i lost her
she was harsh
Inspired ProseWe all have things to say, most of us have something we really believe, or multiple things we could talk about for hours at a time; things that manifest themselves when you’re in the moment, when you’re not distracted with redundant information masquerading as truth and news. When you have a moment with yourself, and your life, and life as we know it is shifted into focus, put into perspective, you must realise how transient it all is. This increasingly dominant westernised way of thinking, and acting is not only promoting ignorance, and stupidity, but solidifying our stunted growth as humans and as our true selves –– whether that be a soul, a spirit or an energy.Inspired Prose10 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
To some this may be exhausting to think about, and to read about –– to me it’s exhausting to be surrounded by those that don’t think this on a regular basis, as they’ve already been poisoned by something; by the media, by experience, by the government, by societ
LoveLove.Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such a simple word.
Such a complex emotion.
It's what holds people together.
It's what tears people apart.
It can bring such happiness.
It can bring such pain.
It's a risk.
To really open up to someone,
To let them see the real you.
And I've never let it happen.
I showed you everything.
I showed you every little part of myself.
And it scares me,
Because I only get glimpses of that with you.
You never fully let me in.
You never fully let anyone in.
And I want to be the one that changes that.
I want you to believe in me.
But how do you make someone believe in you,
When you don't even believe in yourself?
When I think of you,
My heart skips a beat.
When I see you,
My heart goes crazy.
When you're not around,
I miss you.
When you're here,
I don't want to let you go.
Is this love?
Or is this infatuation?
I'm scared to ask the question.
Because I'm scared I know the answer.
Nina(French version below)Nina8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's been fifty years since you decided to leave us.
You were so beautiful, so full of life. Your heart like a thin melting candy, your jet-black eyes like a constellation filled with stars, your light and lighted mind like fireflies wandering in a forest scattered with thousands of fragrances. But your infinite cruelty...!
Now that my hair has stopped whitening and that I find myself on the eve of oblivion, I finally realised something. I'm living the same day over again since you're gone.
I wake up with a yawning chasm in place of my lungs -
Screaming out in pain, howling at the idea of being away from you, asphyxiating myself
With this poisoned air, which is even more and more unbearable every single second
When I recall the condition in which I found you.
Henceforth my life is behind me, but I did not live.
We walked on water, drew on the sky, laughed at our lovers,
But your grin lied to me, telling me you were happ
The woman from ParisI took much pleasure in losing my way in Paris' morbid and dangerous streets,The woman from Paris9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where only the high arrogant walls whispered me words I was able to understand,
These stretches of granite trapped me like the grave I've always dreamt of.
The Ladies' ice-cold and distant beauty inebriated me with all the bitterness of temptation;
Under a dirty, driving rain, I gazed at them and suffered
While the parisian mist permeated on my heart its burning frostbites,
And hearses of madness couldn't stop from parading through my mind.
"Veux-tu voir la face cachée de Paris ?" - A slender voice dragged me out of darkness
The Seine flowed, flowed, flowed...And stopped.
Her voice, like a carillon, announced Summer's return,
The breeze blew the rain, the sun revived these leaves dead for centuries,
As if she saved me from a waking nightmare.
"Je t'en prie, ne me regarde pas comme ça..." - An embarrassed smiled was being painted on her magenta cheeks
That was her, th
Another Broken OneMy heart is hanging by a string.Another Broken One11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've given up on everything.
There's no more point in fighting this.
I throw myself into the abyss.
There is no love, no one to care.
There's proof since you were never there.
So what you lied? So what I'm dead.
Yet still you're there inside my head.
Your cruelty and hate infests.
It's too much for my fragile soul to digest.
You broke my heart and stowed me away.
Is there any defense you have to say?
You committed your crimes purposely.
You made me blind so I couldn't see
That all along it was a facade,
A game your twisted mind had made.
But now my eyes are open wide.
My broken heart has crossed the great divide
You created with your selfishness.
Let's see if your other miss
Well take you back once she sees what you've done.
Once again, you'll break another one.
Social Scale.Nothing should ever feel guiltySocial Scale.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
about the way it breaths;
heaving hearts pressure lungs
to fall to their knees.
But what does it matter?
The hierarchy shows that we are
put in our place,
now it is time to face
our fears with dignity
and to fight for our right
to be free.
L'amour se perd(English version below)L'amour se perd2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cachée au plus profond de ses yeux,
Une tristesse d'azur, intarissable.
Un amour d'une violence inouïe
À se brûler la peau tout comme l'âme.
Une flamme vive qui s'évapora
Telle le chant lointain des rossignols.
La mystérieuse complexité des sentiments humains,
Et leur paradoxale lâcheté.
Sombre clarté d'un croissant de lune d'albâtre
À travers l'étroite fenêtre de son coeur.
Lorsque la lumière s'est finalement éteinte
Elle continua de l'aimer jusque dans ses rêves.
Love is lost
Hidden in the depths of her eyes,
An azure sadness, inexhaustible.
A love of an unprecedented violence
Burning your skin as your soul.
A bright flame that evaporated
Such as the nightingales' distant song.
The mysterious complexity of human feelings,
And their paradoxical cowardice.
Dark light of an alabaster crescent moon
Through the narrow window o
Hide or seek.The vastness of opportunity, is infinite. Opportunities are what others are too afraid to do, what others have not yet done, what has been given up on, open spots in the lane of life. We spend so much time doubting ourselves and our potential, while persistently patting ourselves on the back for accomplishing mediocrities that anyone could do. We diminish ourselves, we limit ourselves, we contain ourselves within confines that are entirely self - inflicted, because we’re too scared of what could happen if we actually get what we want.Hide or seek.1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Fear dulls down your light, it feels like life holding you at gunpoint –– you can’t run, you can’t move, all you can do is surrender to it’s will, and hope that there’s no bullets. Hope is weak, hope is for the hopeless, hope is what you’re left with when you’re too paralysed by fear to make a decision, and act on it. Hope is an easy word, it’s lacking depth and it’s a fall back sentiment.
Childhoodnobody told meChildhood11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I had a childhood
so I grew up
living without one
the memories of yesterday
the memories of years ago
forgotten or fading
into the black part
of my mind
to find some recollection
a time of genuine
laughter, happiness, love
Eternalhe is dead and she is eternalEternal1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is how it is
she can´t change the direction
of the funeral breeze
love died in a church of fire
amidst the velvet graveyard trees
all what´s left of her
and bitter tears
falling from her eyes
like icy onyxes
cutting her cheeks
making her cry blood and carmine
her stars are just frozen
and fading glimmer
of pasts painted
upon the shaded mirror
stairways to tainted
highways to jaded
sinners and thieves
and one of them is his
she doesn´t know which one
and she doesn´t know which one
star to hate
so she despise
every single light in the sky
SnapshotsGliding along thin ice,Snapshots3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Slick slippery sliding,
Youthful smile eager,
To learn the ways of skates.
'Till the cruel ice fools her.
Those it deems much too week.
Falling, meeting the brisk
Cold as the pain erupts.
The ice won against her.
The snow mocks her so much,
Laughing at the young girl.
The angelic stark white
Blanket of snow deceives,
Promising good ol' fun,
'Till it rips out the rug
and she hits the ground hard.
Pricking pain pools within,
Tears dripping down to freeze
On her cheeks, icicles.
Cool kid with her cool bike,
Racing rampantly down
The street with her father.
Of the possible strife.
The unmoving fire
Hydrant sat firm in place,
the tire stood no chance,
as she collided and
flew off her cool cat bike.
Fifth grade gym class, playing
Capture the flag, muddy
fields from the persistent
Rain. She ran for her team,
'Till her foot flip and she
Skidded, slipping, falling.
All she knew then was pain.
Crying, the shame building,
FreedomI looked into his eyesFreedom2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and saw inside his soul.
So much fucking pain
and so little control.
I took a loaded gun,
and shot him, set him free
and now he's lying dead...
... he's alive to me.
marked-i travel withmarked-3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sadness penned to my name
with permanent ink:
you think you've left your mark
[i'm lost in the horizon-
your sun doesn't shine bright enough
to guide me home,
drawing my future on the same page
makes me long to be alone.]
i've seen your needles arouse
the nerves of your prey-
you want them to stay
but their home is where
the sun goes at night
and they follow the light like moths
until they burn: creased up
rolling with eyes full of life, dead.
[long live those ashes
scattered by the sea
Cliffs of LonelinessI dangle precariouslyCliffs of Loneliness10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the edge
Of an emotional precipice
My heart in peril
And my mind in torment
The one who captivates me
And enthralls my soul
Has yet to reveal himself
I beg him to show who he is
Show me that I'm not insane
And in love with just a description
A persona woven so perfectly
Within the etches of my mind