Redemption...I'm arrogant,Redemption...11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know, but I like it.
I always wanna impress,
My hair? I spike it.
I'm vain, and I'm rude,
Cocky, and crude.
Little virtue to find,
Many the vice,
Facades, and masks,
Sugar and spice.
But one thing redeems me,
Absolves me from the blame:
I belong to her.
She's my redemption.
She's got eyes that sparkle in the candlelight,
Like the darkest shades of jade,
And her voice pulls on the strings of my heart,
And I don't want her words to fade.
I'm not sure...
But I think she cares about me.
I don't know...
But I really hope she does...
She brings out the very best of me,
Though… that's not saying much…
She'd be perfect…
Except for one thing.
I love her.
I'm her redemption from perfection.
BrokenMy wounds wont healBroken12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I scream into the darkness
no emotions inside left to feel
just when I thought I could trust you
Forever LoveForever Love10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I fall in love,
It'll be forever.
The flowers you give me
Will never grow old.
The warmth from your hugs,
Will never grow cold.
My heart will beat
Only for one.
My soul will miss
You, and I'll be done.
The kisses we share,
Will forever linger.
The hands held,
Never looser, only forever tighter.
My eyes will search,
For the one and only you.
My tears will fall,
Till I'm certain our love is true.
Never leave me,
And we'll live happily ever after.
For if I fall in love,
It'll be forever.
Self datedSelf dated10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel most glamorous when I walk
through Target. Look at the sheeple,
now look at me. I've got a
pinstripe blazer. I "do poetry."
I listen to Gwen and Lindsay
but only for the irony. I understand
the Xbox 360 and Lost in Translation
on more levels than you ever do.
And all I'm coming in here to buy
is a marked-down jar of J. Crew.
Amber Pools - the whole storyAmber Pools - the whole story11 years ago in Teen More Like This
Prelude: Dream of Me
I'm not sure how I ended up in front of the church, but at the moment it didn't seem to matter. I stood at the foot of the stone steps in a deep blue fitted gown. Blue? What happened to black? Well guessed I must not be there for a funeral... With blue flowers in my hair and a white rose in my hand, I wandered through the large wooden doors, hoping I looked like I belonged. I'm not sure why the sudden impulse to go there, I just knew that I had to.
No one seemed to notice me as I made my way through the church halls. I walked easily, letting my feet guide me as if I had been there many times before. I came to a chapel decorated with pink delicate roses. How nauseating. I slipped into the back pew and placed my rose beside me. Things were making little sense. I looked around me, not recognizing anyone. Why was I in a church at a wedding?
Depression.Someday my sorrow will end,Depression.10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
But until then,
I can't pretend,
Because quite frankly I'm done with men.
With a slice of hope,
And a glass of depression,
Maybe someday I'll learn to cope,
Perhaps Even look past all my agression.
My heart will mend with time,
Each memory will take its toll,
Not with a penny or a dime,
But with a peice of my fractured soul.
The days wither away,
My heart continues to pound,
No reason to pray,
Theres no god to be found.
Ask me again,
Why are you miserable?
I'll tell you friend,
To the naked eye my pain is invisable.
TruthIt's a mysteryTruth7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why I ever caught your attention
I never thought myself as beautiful
as remarkable, as amazing
and yet you tell me everyday
So long a time
I believed something so different
ridiculed by many
shunned by the rest
But now that I have you
it is so much different
my head once again held high
showing who I really am
It doesn't matter what others think
Your words are all I need
your touch is all I feel
My smile is only for you
Because when you tell me
I believe you
as I hope you believe me
when I say the same
Because it is the truth
At least in my opinion
My Past as a ChildDarkness spreads throughout the townMy Past as a Child12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Been a nice day
And you think that nothing could bring you down
Now as you sit where you last grieved
Listening to the distant voices
You wonder how you could've been so deceived
The yelling becomes more
She screams in the night
Then you hear the slamming of a door
It's always the same
No longer do you listen
Can't stand the pain
No one notices you
Sitting alone in the dark
And there's nothing you can do
Hiding in the shadows of life
Sit quietly and cry
Go ahead and release the strife
The voices now are dying
But still their voices you hear
Out of the night comes painful crying
Sneak back to your bed
Down the dark hall
Desperately tying to forget what was said
How many nights now?
How many have you spent crying yourself to sleep?
Must move on somehow
But where can a five year old go?
Questions with answers you don't know
Sleep now little one
You're too young to bear such burdens
You should be out having fun…
The voices fade with the night
-solitary--solitary-12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
look at her
can you see?
look at her tears
her tears of rain pouring
from the clouds of her soul.
do you taste them?
lick her wounds
the ones caused
from the dagger of love
piercing its way
into your flesh.
do you feel her?
and there she sits
tasting her own pain
licking her own wounds
failing to see.
she lives in her
this is where
she feels her pain
caused by her reality.
only she feels it.
Sunflower FluxSunflower Flux11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He played hard this month: She played well this month:
Mortgages prefixed sales Chlorophyll quotas left in the wake
and rows of steadfast hotels, of cushioned lovers and tickling tiny noses
plastic monuments saluting a gaudy cannon
BitterBitter-sharp and angledBitter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The stake through my heart
The brightest sun cannot penetrate
The cold seizures as I die
and die, everyday;
but still somehow remain.
You only had to die once.
I've died a thousand times
since you left.
Dying is no way to live.
Irony, dear.I thought I would writeIrony, dear.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
you a haiku but I ran
out of syllables.
Mourningand I still don't knowMourning2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
what was on your mind,
when the bullet struck,
or if you felt any pain
before you fell
and the world went dark
if there was some sort of peace...
though I've heard it's difficult
to sleep when covered in blood.
but I know now
how precious and fragile a thought can be
when just seconds are the difference
between life and death.
I don't know
if you saw any lights,
or some other kind of angel
coming down for you
I often wonder if you spoke before you died:
your voice is the only part of you
that the world could not chain,
so I'll hold on to the fading
echoes of your words
for as long as I can.
but I know now
what separates sympathy
empathy and pity
and that being sorry for a loss
doesn't make anything better
it never did or will.
I don't know
when the end came or when
Silenced by silkThe reverent silenceSilenced by silk4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lingers like a murdered soul, fingers
bloody from clawing at the wall, desperate to
find the light that
leads back home.
In the brisk, cold air of
fall, between blankets of fog and
sheets of bitter rain, I have
found them quietly whimpering and
They lay in ditches, in
soggy plains of recessed flooding, and
in barrels full of water, singing songs of
the impending white winter and
I've seen them dangling there, in
the distance off the antlers of young bucks,
but my grasp
slips through the powdered silk
of a day with no light, and
A love poemSearch meA love poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do your eyes see me?
look upon the one before you
see nothing but naked devotion
today as well as all the tomorrows we have.
Can you hear me?
press your ear upon my chest
the tattooing drumbeat will
forever be saying, I love you.
Will you touch me?
use your hands to know me
brush away the layers I show the world
reveal me as I am inside: simply yours.
I want you to taste me.
brush your lips to mine
be filled with passion sweeter than honey
scorching like the white hot flares of the sun.
Do you recognize my scent?
Let the fragrance of our love
and my essence surround you
winding through all that you are.
let your soul, the breath of life
recognize me and be content
in this sea of our
trust your body to mine
let darkness never hide who I am
know me even there
let your beautiful mind
all areas of intellect and reason
accept the fullness of my devotion
to the end of our age.
Dragging Diamonds Down My SkinI wanted someone to callDragging Diamonds Down My Skin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
me at midnight, out
of breath (out of
luck). Telling me they
need to talk.
But not you.
"This probably comes
three hours too late
You placed your tongue
on my throbbing heart,
eager to nurse off
the life of another.
You said: "Shred skin to find the bone",
I had shed my skin, lulled my
bones into a weeping silence
and I still tasted disappointment
in your kiss.
I've heard your eyelids creak
when you open and shut them.
I know what hides behind the glass
and I do not plan
on coming back.
Dresser DrawersStuff the pastDresser Drawers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into the ugly socks
at the bottom
of your dresser.
Only pull them out
when you need
to be reminded
what you're fighting for.
coat the carpet
but don't let time
in the heels--
have a way of slipping
through the cracks
and the world
the dust bunnies first.
GravityI followed you because I have no sense of time;Gravity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the hands of the clock eat away at my footsteps.
I was dazzled by the red smear of your taillight as you bowed to the earth
and sped around the corner; the rush of vertigo took my breath away.
The pressure of your hands on my thighs was reassuring,
but your smile chipped away at the fragile trust I'd put in you;
you made me nervous, blowing your cigarette smoke in the opposite direction
the bitter sting of glowing ash obscuring whatever you saw of me.
I existed only outside your purview. What do I look like out of the cor |
Something ImaginedSpider silk gownsSomething Imagined4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for twirling ballerinas
skies of whimsy
in their flowing dance.
for peasant children
who turn it from rags
in imagined worlds
For the wise
Their forgotten language
To those too naïve
Lost in tangled forest,
Embedded in nature
Who rebuild broken stones
With fairy tales
And blank sheets of paper,
Who dream only of being
what they are not,
but don't know how to do it.
You lie to me as I sleep.You have blue-gold eyesYou lie to me as I sleep.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a bad habit
of only telling me you love me
in my dreams.
I lie awake,
sleepless and missing you,
the heavy comforter
draped across my naked waist
as stars settle,
across the sky.
And I wonder
if the barn owl outside,
is telling me I must move on.
if the moth
flitting across my cheeks
is telling me
that you're already gone.
You have a leprechaun's pot of gold
hidden in the depths of your heart tonight
and I can read it
in the shadows of your eyes:
You just love the idea
of falling head-over-feet
for the impossible.
me, mirror, me, Betweenthere, mirror,me, mirror, me, Between11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
legs, arms, two red eyes
on the chest.
curves like tea.
the limbo between attractive, real,
ly lacuna. who knows?
the mirror does.
you can watch time and language
go backwards in its obedient gaze,
watch your hair flip to the other side.
egofall. confidence rise.
adolescent nudity is less about supersex
and more freedom. when a crystal is there,
in front of darting eyes,
gazing at your identity,
take it, make it something else
than privacy in bathroom.
empowerment does not consist of tiles,
weight. length. height.
strange how eyes define
your intrinsic symbolism.
definition is inadequate,
hold your breath.
harness comfortable dedication,
from the cobbleroad that appears
on your chest, faithplateua, thorax,
stream wine instead.
Dionysus deserves a break
for fermenting Me.
watch the ice in front
melt to potentialake.
lost memories between the sofa cushionsi found the lost boys under the sink again,lost memories between the sofa cushions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
their eyes boring as dark as a stygian night.
black ink tallies were scrawled on their arms --
an imaginary clock ticking life away in place
of the years they weren’t growing.
they reach their hands out to me,
beckoning, whispering the mantra
“be our mother again, again, again...”
but it was your words that echoed in my mind:
even pixie dust isn’t strong enough
to help me fly anymore.