Still Oxidizinglast nightStill Oxidizing1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
i read the
and when i saw
your name wasn't dead
decaying or rusting
rotting in a forest
mingling with a pile of
ashes, i realized
you really could
live without me
mescalinewe raise bygone czarsmescaline4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to walk amongst the living
like travelers in blue skulls,
& i am a preacher
made of offhand remarks &
long-healed headaches -
oh, the whole world is catatonic.
A Razor's WordsDon't worry little girlA Razor's Words4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not so far
I'm just beside your cold empty bed
I'm between the papers of your private book inside your dresser
You never forget me
I know you think of me constantly
You know you want me
You always hide me in the dark
And keep me in the silence
Because you don't want nobody to know about me
Or about our bloody secret
You know you want to take me
You hear me calling for you
You like my sound when I fall on the ground like the fine steel I am
You want me to give you pain I know
Just pick me up
I will be gentle, slip softly
And fast, you won't feel the hard pain
You know you want to feel me cutting under each thin layer of your skin
Fill your filthy desire with me
I'm shiny with odd shape
Rusty with rotten blood stains on my edges
Sharp and all you want to comfort your dead soul with
Don't be scared, for all you want is to feel numb
And I can make you feel good and lost
As you are always walking confused in your own dark and cloudy
Titles Don't Belong in the First LineTitles don’t belong in the first line,Titles Don't Belong in the First Line4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and poetry is not made of end rhymes.
The ventilated fluorescence and I
flicker at the incongruence
and I want to tell her
sometimes east is left
on the map
if you hold it right.
heretic.admired & afar,heretic.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
his beauty became a childlike caricature
of his defiantly devious demeanour.
euphoric ecstasy found its feathers, flying him
'til gravity grounded gushes of his history on my helpless hips,
his insanity insistent on injecting juvenile judgments into my kingdom,
killing love & leaving lust,
as malleable memories manoeuvre my mind
near never-ending nausea.
oh, other-worldly oppression,
please place me at peace!
a qualm quickens the riot rising in the rosebud refuge of my ribcage,
sand spreading through the time-glass
underneath the vile vagrant with wicked wings,
wanting water in xerarch.
yes, i yowl, yes
some days i think id like to eat the universe.pass the stardust, darling.some days i think id like to eat the universe.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is never enough flavour for this greedy palate,
tongue sponging across the acrid surfaces-
not every world is as green as ours, of course.
somehow, everything you touch
ends up tasting
like dust & ashes.
(we've had them before, of course.
the skeletons of our demons were strangely...
you whispered late one night
that maybe i shouldn't be here.
maybe i shouldn't be.
even if i was,
i was probably born in the wrong skin,
now that i think about it,
it makes sense.
i always did want to taste the nebulae,
& drink the souls of the dead.
it would probably lower the number of ghosts hounding me
i used to love the stars, you know.
before you told me they were all dead.
i am a blasphemous creature.
i never fit in.
i probably never will.
but for now, that's alright.
pass the stardust, darling.
you know i need the energy to fly.
shedding skini read somewhereshedding skin4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that our cells regenerate
every seven years
old ones die
and new parts bloom
and it’s now impossible
for me to be the person
i was ten years ago
no matter how much
i long for the ease of those
because that girl who
hunched over notebooks
in crowded trains
or behind backstage curtains
doesn’t exist any more
so i have to just be
this person now
one my seven-years-ago-self
probably would have loved to be
because she believed
i’d have known how to
after seven years of shedding skin
pity none of those
included a user guide
an update manual
because i feel just as clueless
as my fourteen-years-ago-self
and no matter how many stories
my mother regales of that
i can never again connect
with the way she saw the world
The Truth (And The Lie)I'm br(OK)en, really.The Truth (And The Lie)4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The Vicious Beauty of LoveLove is a vicious thing, isn't it?The Vicious Beauty of Love6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's always finding new ways to ruin the good times
For one man finds someone new to love
Even though he's leaving someone better behind
So the man watches the love he's forgotten walk away
And he doesn't even care, because he lives for the day
But soon he'll realize this was all too soon
For the woman who left will find love with a new tune.
She forgets all about him while in the hands of someone new
She forgets all their love, because his love was untrue
She dances in the rain with someone else by her side
She learns to fly with her new love as her guide
And the man wishes he could go back to the days he once knew
When everything around him all made sense and was true
For the love he replaced her with left for another as well
And there is nothing left in their story to tell
And so the woman gets married and walks down the isle
She sees the man who once loved her look at her and smile
And the woman smiles back, but for reasons way different
I Was Not Born For ThisI was not born here for defeat.I Was Not Born For This6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was not brought into this world to face the ugliness I see
To watch a confusing world turn into one filled with hatred.
A world where children are picked on, then turn around and do the same.
A world where anger and jealousy can overrule kindness and peace
A world where men go to fight for a cause they aren't sure they believe in
And mothers and children watch as their fathers, brothers, cousins and friends go to die
For empty promises and shattered lives
Where society teaches us not to feel or care because it is easier than trying to understand
A world where we act instead of think
A society that teaches us what we believe in and who we are
How we feel and how we respond
What our thoughts should be and what we should look like
I was not born here for this.
I was not created to be put down
I wasn't made to be discriminated, hated and judged because I don't follow the system
I refuse to follow the rules
I refuse to listen to the hate and to the lies tha
neptune gave him his eyes.You gave me all you had but i amneptune gave him his eyes.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
ten times more broken than ever before.
people will tell me to move on and get a life
but i don't know how to do that without
mother told me never to fall in love with a
boy with the eyes of neptune,
but i couldn't help but kiss the saltwater tears away from his
the fates wouldn't be cruel as to take you away
i think i was meant to love you forever [would they?]
remember, 9 years old my daddy died
And you held me in the pouring rain.
oh the battles we fought together [i took that knife for you]
and you ran, ran, never let me go
but then they took you away and left me with
butterflies of shadows erupting from my bloody chest that
used to hold your heartbeat
i wish i wish
gods do you remember
me staring at your broken body
and you staring at my broken heart
don't go don't go
but it's all over now.
i found a place to call home in the warmth of your arms,
in the happiness in your laugh
I'm AlrightMy mom told me I should stop sleeping so late.I'm Alright3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s affecting my health.
Mum, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
I have too much I want to do before I die;
And too little time.
It’s arrogant to say, but I won’t be satisfied with just being good,
I want to be the best.
Pokémon Master of the world: It’s my destiny.
From a balcony, is the only time,
I hope you’ll look down on me.
I want to fight the demons in my head.
I mostly feel uncomfortable when I’m not working.
Writing, music, filming, whatever, it doesn’t matter;
I just need to keep myself busy,
Anything to stop me from picking up a gin bottle.
Mum, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Fuck this health thing.
Mommy, I’m alright.
I just want you to be proud of me.
Bitter PillYour medicine tastes like poison because that's how you serve it.Bitter Pill3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Seven Years Ago We Were Made of Different CellsI only wrote one poem about youSeven Years Ago We Were Made of Different Cells4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
One about how I couldn’t
Every single poem I’ve written since
Bar maybe one or two
Was written about the one
I replaced you with
How lovelyHow selfish of youHow lovely3 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sucking down your cancer sticks
While your baby girl
Slits her wrists
How kind of you
To call out my pain
As a teenage tantrum
Of personal gain
How sweet it is
To hear you both scream
To wake your children
From tender dreams
A couple so loving, entwined
By harsh words, flowing
And a knife in their spine
immortal enemyi heard you whisperimmortal enemy2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my name tonight; you're buried
eight miles away.
disorder"mirror, mirror, on the walldisorder3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who's the fairest of them all?"
i whispered to my doleful reflection,
but this was no fairy tale:
this was a small town on a cold, foggy night.
my skeleton was so beautiful
i wanted to showcase it,
give onlookers a glimpse of my impending
death through my very flesh.
i could picture myself, edges carved away
like a cored apple.
i just wanted to feel real.
everyone around me chewed and swallowed so easily
but i just gnawed on my lip until i
tasted blood, and let
a piece of myself die.
the flavor made my mouth water
as my stomach ground out hoarse
requests for expansion, for meaning.
i held nothing within but pathetic yearning,
hollow with self-hatred.
i could only feel affection with pain.
perfection became my obsession,
consuming me alive the way i would have
loved to consume anything at all.
some part of me believe i could be a super model,
and living my life on ambition and emptiness
was the way to do it.
every day i watched the little numbers
Cruel GameWe start this cruel game.Cruel Game6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart, you try to tame.
This game will be tough.
You'll never give enough.
And you know if you lose,
You'll drown yourself in booze.
If you win, you get my heart.
You won't. I'll tear you apart.
With every blow you take
I see you start to break.
What made you think you'd win.
Do you know the world you're in?
You say that you can't cry,
But a tear is in your eye.
You've broken down your wall.
You're letting yourself fall.
You don't know what for,
But I, you can't ignore.
This isn't a place to be.
You don't want to love me.
Why do I seem to care?
Does't matter if you're there.
Why does my heart beat,
Every time we meet?
The win will still be mine.
I win every time.
she is.(she is)she is.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and swallows skies
to keep her head
up. (in the clouds)
she trades songs
for pens to just
try to turn it all
with weights in
her hands and
dreams of intoxicated
walls blocking her
from daylight. (forever)
she struggles to breathe
but after 5 hours of crying
she gives up. (trying)
today she lays limp
in a casket, everyone thought
she was just wanting herself. (to live)
(she is in the clouds again, forever trying to live.)
MurdererIt’s so easy to take a life at any given time.Murderer3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I’m in a good mood…
…so I’ll settle for that spider.
Kill it before it lays eggs.
It’s so easy. Too easy.
Shut the blinds;
Close the door.
You don’t want anyone to see this.
Bring her to her knees. Watch her scream.
What a beautiful scene.
Life is a cruel joke,
Is there a point to all this?
There has to be, right?
He grew up to be the tallest tree
Just to be burned down.
That’s too bad.
No one will remember him anyway.
Friend says she feels alive when she’s dying.
How do I reply?
Whatever, I’ll say something.
Murder these feelings.
They don’t exist if we hide them.
We’re all killers.
Shall we talk about it instead?
i haven't named thisi’m eighteen and you’re eleveni haven't named this4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and there’s not a chance
in your small world
you’d ever doubt a word i said
and then you’re eighteen
and i’m twenty-five
and i know for sure now
how little i knew then
and you’re too quick to tell me
how little i know now
and it pains me to know
that i know enough to know
that you know so much less.
conscientiousI tiptoe on mangled feetconscientious4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
gently, gently, gently
The glass forest I'm navigating is intact
but why, for whom?
Are these crystelline boughs
worth the crackling of bones and sinew beneath my weight?
My iron Thebesian veins
vibrate with the spirit of altruism
Don't break the glass. Don't break the glass.
A phantom of reason
points to my jagged feet
and whispers, "It's a shame, all that broken glass"
CoalSulfurous fumes offend my senses.Coal2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cough and choke and spit.
I watch as my family is forced
to dig into the quarry's pit.
The center of the earth seems
closer than it ever was before.
I am forced to dig, though I
can't seem to breathe anymore.
My head swirls. I raise my
pickaxe overhead to mine
deeper into the crust of the
earth, nothing is all I find.
Even though my senses continue
to take all sorts of offense,
my soul takes it deeper, more
serious, more to my suspense.
I am forced to suspend logic
and emotion for those who expect
more of me and my kind, as we
undergo nothing but quality checks.
The mineral-rich rock is
slung over shoulder with strain.
I watch a basket break free and
contents fall, inflicting great pain.
I can only look down into
the great crater volcanic.
I breathe deeply to regain myself,
but the height and the heat induce panic.
It bubbles and churns,
gulps and rumbles.
My grip slips and my
body begins a great tumble.
I hit my head on a shelf of stone
and my body