Killed By A FriendKilled By A Friend7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It was at the last minute
That he told me his name
At the very last moment
Kira gloried in fame
I died in peace as his judgement came
Killed by a friend
Whom I thought felt the same
Though not directly
It was according to his plan
I stood in his way
My death was his demand
I wouldve discovered him sooner
If not for my mistake
I am known as anti-social
But who wouldve known, for Gods sake?
Before I could stop
And ponder my thoughts
I was ran over by love
Something that couldnt be fought
You could say I was stumped
Why on earth? Why now?
And of all the damned people,
Why him and how?
Though he was my prime suspect
I didnt want him to be
My feelings for my friend
Were taking over me
I felt him surround me
As I fell off my chair
I felt utterly weak
Knowing he was there
Both our eyes met
And in my back spreaded frost
I saw a maniacal glint
And I knew I had lost
And so now in death
Now I know I was wrong
Killed by a friend
With whom I thought I belonged
If Only Paper Could BleedThe idea of my bloodIf Only Paper Could Bleed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No longer in my veins
Brings relief with shame
Even though my blood looks better every moment
Life must go on
Tis the reason
Why I write
This paper holds my pain
Not all, but some
Till another day
The words dance across the lines
A ballroom setting for one
For two's pain intermingling
Can cause a tragedy
Sometimes they mock me
Just the same
Cause the music won't play
My words betrayed me
Thrown into my face
Reminding me of the failure
I have become
The dance should continue
Their feet will bleed
Even if only for a while
At least it is not me
Crimson stains are left on the floor
Lines begin to run
If only it were that easy
If only the paper could bleed for me.
We Only Live To DieThis is what we live for—these whispers on our lipsWe Only Live To Die3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertips
Opening the letters that we left our future selves
A bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelves
This is what we live for – this emotion in our souls
The torture and the bittersweet moments of lost control
Biting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nails
These moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derail
This is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyes
Smiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our lies
This is what we live for, this reality, this life…
This is what we live for,
As we only live
Paper BoxI have a boxPaper Box11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a paper box
I put it under my bed
what’s in it?
I put my secrets in that box
so no one can find them
I just whisper what I think about
and it’ll be gone
blown away like a leaf
in that box
with some photos
and a map of America
I want to hear
One of my secrets
I’ll just take the box
and open it
but only slightly
so no one else hears it
and I’ll listen to my own voice
saying things that happened
things I don’t want to talk about
because they make me feel depressed
And some people
want to know about that box
because I told them
a little bit
of my secrets
but I can’t tell them more
because I don’t trust them
not that much
I only trust myself
and my paper box
And I’m sure
that they don’t want to know
what’s in my paper box
when they know
how dark my secrets are
they’ll regret their curiosity
they never had asked me
what my secrets were
I did warn them
that it wouldn’t be a fairy
Two BoysTwo boys ran.Two Boys4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their laughter an everlasting melody ,
That filled the air with such content.
Their pure heads bobbed along the long strands of grass.
Their young eyes wandered up to the sky,
As they reach up to the twin suns.
They were so beautiful.
Their beauty would make you cry,
Their innocence would make you smile,
So, so beautiful.
We were so jealous.
Their laughter would make your skin tingle with envy,
Their happiness would make you burn with hatred.
So, so jealous.
They shared a bond like no other.
We wanted to cut it,
Rip it up.
So we did.
We drove one insane.
We forced the other to runaway.
We burned the grass,
We tore up that innocence,
We bruised and scratched those beautiful faces.
We turned children into monsters.
Turned the friends into enemies.
How dare they mock us!
We are Gods,
Only us can be beautiful.
Look at our beauty.
Cry for us.
Smile for us.
Five words that pieced together that brok
beauty is a state of mindforgiveness is thebeauty is a state of mind8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
scent the violet leaves
on the foot that stomped it;
I am beautiful in remembrance:
I am beautiful
in a body two sizes too
large, in eyes dilated
with questions (eyes
you cannot name; gray
like the ocean, blue
like the heart, green like
the fever dream I cannot
wake from) I am the
hair of a lion, a wild
thing, ignition upon
tempted glance. I am the skin
you cannot name, always fleeting;
you always see
but never truly take in.
and I know a boy
carved of ivory silence,
If tears could write a storyIf tears could write a story11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If tears could write a story, then this is written for you.
Please excuse the sorrow that will naturally flow through.
They will write the memories, ones of wrong and right.
Also leaving a brand, of the laughter and the fight.
The times we did embrace, tears will trace these too.
Of sorrow and of happiness, my tears will write for you.
I cannot cry you back, impossible this may seem.
But you have live and died, at last your soul has been.
Every breath I take, it is harder than the first.
Leaving me immobile with a heart about to burst.
Missing you is painful, more so than any death.
But this cannot bring you back, you have taken your final breath.
If tears could show emotion, then many will flow on.
The feeling of close love, a feeling that’s never wrong.
You were the best friend that ever has been to me.
Now you’re not here, your soul is finally free.
Pain rips through me just as does a flood.
My soul is missing a piece and icy is my blood.
If only were here to sing with m
Could I Send You The StarsCan I send you the stars?Could I Send You The Stars1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A million twinkling lettters
Waiting above your head each night to be read
In gentle melody like midnight lullabies
For the girl I dearly wish could hear them.
Can I borrow your moon?
I know without it your nights may feel empty
But I envy its lovely radiance shining
Upon those two eyes
I wish I could see wish I could gaze into
So instead could I borrow your Moon?
And gaze into it hoping I'll find the loveliness
Of your eyes there instead.
Could I steal your Sun?
And pocket it's millions
And millions of memories
Of lightly caressing you with its rays
Knowing the feel of every beautifully delicate
Part of you for every day of every year..
Could I lease your dreams?
And reside there with you
Underneath our stars' gentle lullabies
And beneath the Moon's loving gaze
Away from the Sun's prying rays
Since you're all I really need.
So could I send you the stars
And hope they'll send my love too?
Haiku - A Love Letter?Hot tears settle inHaiku - A Love Letter?1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sharp fold of a letter
Smudged in rainbow ink.
Those Who Get Left BehindI was the retro metal dog,Those Who Get Left Behind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The perfect canine companion.
Then he left me to stay with my mistress,
Never alone, but abandoned.
We were the ones
On the planets he's saved.
He left us leaderless, powerless,
Helped us dig our own graves.
We were his kinsmen,
His family, his people, his own,
But he murdered us, burned us,
Left himself all alone.
I was the pink and yellow girl,
Who came in, healed his hearts,
Now trapped an entire universe away
With his double (minus parts).
I was the Captain, the flyboy,
An unhappy immortal, his constant rejection
Pierces like blades.
I was the tutor, the best friend,
The archrival and more,
But I died to annoy him, to win,
To settle our score.
I was the anomaly,
Never meant to exist,
But I died, losing a Father, an offer
I never tried to resist.
I was his wife,
The one he said he'd never met.
He now knows my future,
But it hasn't happened yet.
I was the stand-in,
The flawed right-hand man,
Sent to liv
SkeletonsPeople are scared of monsters in their closets,Skeletons11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I already know what's inside mine.
My own skeleton, buried with the other objects that don't seem to matter,
the objects I never seem to notice I lose.
It's chest is empty, eyes hollow, but it doesn't scare me anymore.
I always have been like this, just no one seemed to notice.
I try to keep it hidden from the guests,
but I know that someday i'll have to clean out the closet
and purge myself of this clinging nostalgia.
I know that if I don't soon i'll become a emotionless string of bones as well,
faster than my skin can have a chance to crumble.
IndoctrinationLet me tell you this:Indoctrination8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The only thing that I could ever fear,
Is their freedom.
Because when they discover,
That they have inside them,
The purpose, power and strength,
To be anything that they choose.
Our lies and our lives,
Will simply be over...
Now repeat after me:
To go against the Chantry,
Is to go against God.
in which I gain sentiencesave roomin which I gain sentience10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
Little FragmentsWould you like to know, how fragments feelLittle Fragments2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's hard to tell really, when so many different emotions,
are reflecting back at you
You wont find them in the air, sea, nor in me
you will find them on the ground
They belong there, in soil
where grass will grow, and men builds over
No archaeologist will assemble me correctly
No artist can capture my style
No amount of adhesive will hold these as one piece
I live only to breath into struggling lungs
and maybe if those would be in my blood, bone and soul
They too could understand.
Maybe, if each finds a piece of me and comes together
there will be too much to break, to hard to crack that ice
Traditional, fixed form, free verse and pretty words
So many ways I can tell you
But in the end,
I don't want
to piecing this together
sound I am
The DoctorHe stood aloneThe Doctor7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching the world
This was who he was;
Of all he saw
And all he didn't see
And all he could never see again
Lingering on the whithering
tiny vesselsgod cried for us that afternoontiny vessels7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the rocks, if I could be so
selfish; you had your hands
grasping at my empty vapors before
I’d had the chance to whisper
to you. I see you
shaking. I know you’re
hungry and I know
the temperature of your
eyes when you lie. you
said you were lonely.
half-truths are the essence
of symbiotic relationships, your
fingers trailing along my hips,
glacier blue eyes holding me
still. the rapids churned. god
cried for me that afternoon.
he was selfish, too.
radiantI amradiant9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
unrealistic ideologies of an
are toxic; breathing
is a chore. there is
a careful warmth in the
combined effort of
we are the forgotten.
we are the tangled limbs
and childhood stories for
a more sensitive future; we
are the longing, we are
we are measured
in the people we touch;
and I will love you
in the UV light of
hide and seek paranoia.
I love you in the red shimmer
of harbored dreams, I love you
in the industrial gl
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think anyone is able to produce.
Is there any point in me putting my apparent talent to use?
When I limit and submit myself into a negative recluse.
I was told I must have self belief in order to achieve,
The dream that I am so desperately trying to receive.
The body can only accomplish what the mind believes.
I know I must rid myself from any form of self doubt.
StardustShe has a body made of stardust, and eyes that carry galaxies,Stardust1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I guess I'll keep dreaming under a sky I can't reach,
and wishing upon stars I can't catch.
Just For Laughs!Babe I know this ain't going to be poetic or nothing,Just For Laughs!8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But y'know I just have a need to express my feelings:
*Excessive throat clearing*
Roses be red and them violets be blue,
I'm the only Asian kid in the ghetto;
What's up wit chu?
You lookin' at me like, damn you're fine!
Babe you know you blow my mind.
I may not be tall,
But my height is just right.
I'mma sleep on yo chest,
When you get cold at night.
And if yo boyfriend is big,
Then I'mma run right now.
Cause, I don't wanna look like my face is DOG CHOW,
So uh, I'm losin' my train of thought,
I think this is all I got.
Babe I think you're hot,
Gimme yo number, uh, before you get shot.
LostAll my bridges have led no where, and god I swear, i'm burning them tonight.Lost1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And as I look at the flames i'll imagine that it's you instead, crisp and dead.
All the hurtful names, manipulative games, all of it, burning to ashes.
Maybe some bridges were mean't to fall down.
And no matter how much I wander, I can't keep doing this anymore.
All the sidewalks I take, all the promises I break, they just lead me in the wrong direction.
Because no matter how much I walk, it's always one step forward and two steps back.
Your compass eyes keep me on track but now they're broken and i'm lost
All the lies spoken are building walls and not letting me go
(I need to stop walking circles around you, because i'm not getting anywhere.)
DeadSomeone once told me that once you die you feel no pain,Dead1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you just feel empty, numb, emotionless,
and if that's the case maybe I was dead all along.
Writer's block.A thirteen-year-old poet,Writer's block.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage.
What to write, oh, what to write…
Her fingers wrapped around a pencil,
Gently tickling the page
With a language between herself
And her imagination.
Thoughts race through her mind,
Frozen hands on a silver clock
Turning moments into
D r e a d f u l h o u r s .
What to write, oh, what to write…
Crickets stop their chirping,
Birds start to sing.
Five thirty in the morning,
And not a single word on paper.
What to write, oh, what to write…
She begins to scribble across the page,
Doodles and anything that crosses her mind.
Words begin flooding her thoughts,
As she wrinkles the paper and grabs a clean sheet.
“A thirteen year old poet,
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage…"
And just as she nears the end
Of these words,
parasthesiaand i guess i should have said i drilled thisparasthesia10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
cavity through my chest for you; you hid
in my mouth instead. there will always be you
holding my hand protecting me from
monsters in the dark worse than the ones
inside of us. goodbye
is not a word. it is the way
you will not meet my eyes when i
tiptoe back through eggshells and phantom
heartbeats. i guess i should have said
i don’t know the labyrinth of myself. i
should have mentioned the pinpricks
on my skin where you injected
yourself like a vaccination. i should
have told you that your eyes remind me
of a watercolor sunset and your hands
are anchors and you are always warm
and i am tired of shivering. i should have
warned you that i’ve never loved anyone
as much as a prescription. i should
have held you closer to me, i should
have held your pieces tighter, i should
have carved a bigger hole.