I often wonder if machines wait.
I mean, they can sit there for decades,
in the bottom of a box,
shitty, leaky batteries and all that.
If you turned one of these machines on,
is there a hesitation in the circuitry,
a moment where the machine wakes up,
something we might call shock.
Do machines want to be used?
Do they get annoyed when we
intrude on their sleep?
I sometimes find the old machines,
like a “handheld” board game
or an old, bulky calculator.
I wonder if I should power them on.
Maybe that will make them happy.
Thief (Poem)Thief (Poem)8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They stole my loneliness,
my precious, precious loneliness.
They watched and listened to my words.
recorded them, made transcripts,
and sent them over the wires.
Everybody read them intently,
because now that I might
have said something incriminating.
And then I realized I had the spotlight,
So I opened my mouth to speak,
and they went back to ignoring me.
Nobody was interested in my motives,
only the incidents that surrounded me.
Bygones There is a burned buildingBygones 4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the end of the road
its hollow eyes,
still guarding wishes
of happier days.
You try to remember
one of your forevers
and like waves,
they all come back
all those always
sworn upon falling stars,
It's your history now
foundation of memories -
it didn't last,
it doesn't hurt
and in the darkness
of this dying night
your eyes are dry
for every other truth
There is a burned building
at the end of the road.
DisillusionIt tookDisillusion9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sound of a tear
and one last step
toward that darkness
I kept calling light.
Now I know,
my heart is a desert-
just another mirage.
Laments of TwilightThose seasons famished in myriad dreams;Laments of Twilight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Long of quests in realms of Fae ...
For yet a feast of forest wine I would adorn,
Or beyond pleasures dressed in valleys rich
Gardens of sweet Avalon digress —
Where thy gaze painted embers in my soul
Unto her lore, I pursue and caress
To Autumn’s decree a world hath been slain!
Then Nature’s magick whispered above:
‘And forever the stars shall wander untamed,
like a fable of thieves lost in the wind’
Laments of twilight sweep with promise ~
And over the enchanted I hath prevail’d!
Where I am but a dream, within her dream
— Arthur Crow © 2013
Empty WellEmpty Well2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People see him smiling,
and they dont smile back anymore.
Hes worn that smile too long,
and people have figured out
that its not real.
People once heard him laughing,
and they once laughed with him,
but now theyve picked up his rhythm.
His mechanics have suffered with age.
People know hes run dry.
Every person in the room
has picked up that
theres nothing left for him
to draw from.
Every empty gesture
draws him further from reality.
Almost every emotion has been
drained from his body,
but hell never cry,
because he knows
thats all he has left.
Rock BottomThey say a rolling stone gathers no moss,Rock Bottom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so when I shudder to a halt
The rocks in my feet continue to grind.
I feel the sand in my lungs
and the regretful mist silting in my heart
as the waves come back in
reaching eagerly for my legs, spooling, churning
over me. Rooted in my misery.
I know the rocks in my feet will help me drown.
The WallI punched the wall.The Wall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The paper broke, a split lipped frown.
That was the thin veneer of joy you painted over my cracks with.
I punched the wall.
The paper bloomed into a paprika tulip.
That was the rusting screw in your jaw swinging off its hinge with your lies.
I punched the wall.
The paint broke into a smile
and I chipped out its teeth. They were the over polished hopes of our future.
I punched the wall.
The plaster spluttered out a storm.
Smooth and sleepy; I scratched at its eyes for promising to look out for me.
I punched the wall.
The plaster coughed hard again.
My anger was a consumption and its tendrils spasmed out from the source.
I punched the wall.
The plaster caved into a hole,
reminding me of all I'd given you and would never get back.
I didn't punch the wall
When the dust settled and its small red brick heart lay exposed, vulnerable, afraid,
You punched the wall.
PayolaPayola2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You drink the waste of piss and blood,
You eat the bricks of bile and mud,
And while my sterile food is light,
I still cant seem to sleep at night.
Your worries put your hair in knots,
and stress has made you bald in spots,
I always get my perfect cut,
but Im the one whos in a rut.
Your car is broke, the tires flat,
Theres no tooth left to chew the fat,
You struggle still from day to day,
Yet now I have turned out this way,
For no account can fill the void,
no rationale can be employed,
Your low rent life is hardly free,
yet Im the one in misery.
A Season's Echo of PassingRows of dried corn stalks bendA Season's Echo of Passing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the wind that
thirsts for rain
that will only come when it has died
and the ears of corn cease to rattle.
And the thunder's distant laugh
will chase after the snakes
heading for their mounds on higher ground,
their husks abandoned-
the flash floods may yet pass them by.
Love is LuckDoesn’t it eat at your heartLove is Luck1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that your perfect soul mate might not even be born yet
They might not be your age
They might not live on the same side of the earth as you
They could be half a world away
Or they could have just died
And you wouldn’t even know
That one person could have been that man who just walked by you yesterday
Or that girl you saw on the train last week
That’s the scary part
They could be so close
But yet they will always be so far
the person who you belong with could be a century away
Or a century gone by
The person you could laugh with the most
Admire the most
Love the most
Is someone you may never meet
Someone who you will never lay eyes upon
Never feel their touch
And you would never know
Who they are
And the way they could feel for you
And the warmth they could give you
And that’s what makes
Insanity Has Firewalls TooI want to set fire toInsanity Has Firewalls Too1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the voices that
dance their way into
Parking LotParking Lot9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Below the rusty chain link fence
kids found an empty parking lot.
the air around was warm and dense,
the ground below was scalding hot.
The parking lot stretched miles away,
you couldn’t see the other side,
just heat waves flowing like the tide,
so they decided they should play.
They ran between the faded lines,
played tag until their legs were sore.
They dangled from the parking signs,
Not knowing what they’re hanging for.
The clouds above grew dark and grey,
The kids decided they should stay,
but not without a little pain.
The kids were hit by bullet rain.
The faded pavement turned jet black
There was no cover in the park,
They couldn’t hide from the attack,
just watch the pavement turning dark.
The rain cleared up and on the ground
Reflecting pools infinity,
Along with crimson and its sound
they marveled at the trinity.
They left the lot with no more light
And jumped the fence with no resistance.
What an amazing little sight,
A thousand headlights in the distance.
MusicAll I have these daysMusic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
are songs written by people
I'll prolly never meet.
Notes and lyrics
filling up my empty room.
They touch the walls
Seep under the carpet
Settle into my clothes
Foreign voices keep me sane
more than familiar ones ever would
They breathe to me that life is worth more trouble than living
ScarsSee the sharpness of my tongue-nibScars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the metallic taste in my mouth draws out
A barking cough, forced out
By the dirty nicotine lining my lungs.
See the blade of stubbornness
That slices across my cheek bone;
An amalgamation of all the times you pushed me.
See the residue in my eyes,
The remnants of all those times you forced me
And I forced myself not to cry;
Those tears condensed into a thick blinding syrup
That colours all things red.
See the crinkle in my nose,
The wrinkles on my heart
As I remember how you didn't love me. (Don't love me).
See the burns on my psalms
And fingerprints singed off
By all the times you called me nothing.
See the manacles, the barnacles
The mutations and tumours.
See the invisible scars of the Battle of Us.
BreakdownCrashing, burning,Breakdown1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel so terrified,
I'm nervous and strung up,
"What's wrong with you?"
I hear someone ask,
I can't answer,
I honestly don't know.
"Snap out of it! You're hurting yourself!"
She yells in my ear,
I can't stop,
I can barely hear.
I go inside briefly,
And that's where I realize,
That there's blood,
Trickling down my side.
So that's what she meant,
I clawed myself bloody,
I don't know why,
But I feel myself slipping.
Back inside the pit of fear,
Of the ones that brought me here,
Imagining things yet to come,
I feel myself slipping,
I "wake up" moments later,
I clean up my arm,
"No one can find out,"
"I can't believe it's come this far."
I hit my breaking point,
I tried it that night,
Feeling shattered beyond repair,
I tried to slash my neck with a knife.
Since you're reading this,
You'll know I did not.
The next day history repeats itself.
Except for two things.
I lost it again,
But instead of a friend there,
A teacher was.
The River RunIt has been a month and soon it will be two;The River Run1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This ship, it seems, has run its course,
What are we but time’s impending sighs
In a song sung sick; far, far too hoarse?
Life’s dregs are prime, not in hue and cry
Beneath bored Fate’s arousing gaze;
But grow in dole and delight to die
In the battle of every days.
Among the knolls and hills we climb,
Compelled by life’s great upland strive,
I guess one must desert that freight
Which hurts not life nor helps to live.
Thus, to a star, I dare divulge
The wick too will taste this earthly shame;
With prudence dishevel the eyes of time
And give no moment a lasting name.
Passing of the AngelsEverything remembered was fuel for the sparkling machine,Passing of the Angels1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the boy whose hand he held underneath the sky of India.
His pudgy grasp promised great cities, country lanes
and crowds of smiling faces.
Cupping the flower of the world inside his palm,
he breathed whispers of plans and hopes—
when the boy became a man, he made them all come true.
Ten thousand miles of ground passed under a mentor’s feet;
no dogma or ideology ever took the place of simple words:
I’ll take another step.”
There was an old river-man who had one wish:
“Please come ride my boat with me.”
So they sailed down the Minakami,
eating flavored rice balls the old man’s wife had made.
Prayer is not for asking, but for telling:
You say, “By God, there is no other option.”
The gears of the Earth move when such a sound is made.
And the machine we ride isn’t cold or hard or mindless;
it’s made of Christmas Eve and Halloween candy
and little Gold
To Be ThinYour eyelashes fallTo Be Thin1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
on tablecloth cheekbones;
fine, white linen,
to an unsustainable point.
Your tears spill
and stain the cloth,
of grey, of grey,
spoiling that unattainable dream.
(aftermathematics)with passing time(aftermathematics)3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and spending dimes
i've got(ten) precious,
precocious all metallic
and isolated behind alloys
or bars; ally, lie,
calculate the dreamscapes
sells in idle transactions;
idyllic complexities that dance,
g(r)asping in clasped
hands curling together,
a stutter at the slightest
i've got a diamond
all wildfire kaleidoscopes;
but you're offering
no more than pennies
that clatter in the b(l)anks.
OIt permeates everythingO2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is the cells. It is the cell
in which I am rotting.
The sheen over my eye,
the flesh I rip from the side of my nail,
the teeth I grind it with.
The tears, blood and sweat.
It is below carbon and hydrogen,
embedded in the air I breathe.
It is sleeping under my fingernails,
It is the undeniable, genetic, atomic truth.
Oh, my oxygen permeates everything.
It is the cell.
No Breathing AloudHave you ever feltNo Breathing Aloud1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
their empty sorrows
Was showering over You
From a heavy cloud ?
What will we do ?
If we can't breathe,
Rotting inches beneath
They haunt me in my sleep,
Like monsters they are locked up
In my closet
I can hear them through blocked ears
Their suffocated cries...
As their lungs die
Everywhere I go...
They taunt me
I know I'm breaking
they know it too
"Why are you smothering us?"
Their lungs choked down in their
I don't remember his name
He asks ...
"Who are they?"
"The ones who torment your mind"
Can't you see
They are me...
They are me
those Who cry out for help,
Because deep down
This world has rotten my oxygen
And squeezed out my last breath,
Leaving my lungs for death...
and now I cry soundlessly
for an eternity
PerfectionPerfection.Perfection2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She lodges her fingers down her throat.
Clasping onto the wall as she recklessly chokes.
She reinserts her fingers back in forcibly.
Deliriously trying to make her body thinner.
She swoons and slumps to the floor nauseously
As she attempts to regurgitate her dinner.
Her throat aches as she screeches out coarsely,
With her hand covering the image in the mirror.
Her head now rests on the on the rim of the toilet seat.
She wants to eat but she just has not got in her.
She desperately begins to scream out inaudibly.
Her mouth now tastes of something pulpy and bitter.
She examines the red color of the fluid cautiously.
Realizing that she has become too focused on her figure.
Her friend then knocks on the door thoughtfully.
She shouts out, "I'm okay I don't need a baby sitter."
Her friend continues to knock and waits outside awkwardly
Replying, "You promised me, you said that you are not a quitter"
The tap begins to run as she disguises her cough distortedly.
She knows her friend
Dream walkerThe dark is my sanctuary;Dream walker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my work place.
Imagination is my weapon;
I can create
I can destroy
What I wish is what will appear.
I have no limitations with what I can do,
The dark is my sanctuary
And so is the night.
But it's not so dark,
I can create a space,
A place of my own and wonder at will
I have no limits
but I can't control everything.
I wonder cold and alone
Not in my sanctuary, in a dark changing place
Until it stops and I'm back,
Back to where I belong
As I wait for the dark,
The night, my sanctuary
to come again
I am a dream walker
And I know no limits
For all I can do is dream