every night my hair is falling outI have heard that in 7 yearsevery night my hair is falling out2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
every cell in your body
& isn't it beautiful that it will be
a body you have never touched
but I know that when your brain cells
fall like ashes through your skull
they stay dead
& I can never scrap the memories out of their corpses
AwayYou used to be afraid to lose me,Away3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
so why am I the one that is in pain from your absence?
You used to look at me like I was the only girl you saw,
now I'm just another lost in the crowd.
You used to embrace me like you never wanted to let go,
now you don't come near enough to touch me.
You used to say you loved me,
but I guess that went away.
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?
Candles for Fireplaces Make me a wish.Candles for Fireplaces3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suspend me in the lines of score sheets,
in the jetsam and flotsam of the shadows of songs
that never got the chance
to be sung.
Bereave the flames from Persephone's care,
Poetry AnalysisI was given poetryPoetry Analysis7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Told to pin
her arms and legs
down on my paper;
Take my pen & tear her open
Expose her limbs
And rearrange her vertebrae
to fit my selfish needs
But what the teacher doesn't know
is I already let mine escape
Clutching to the secrets
that still remain inside her
Where they belong
Got me all crazy.You got me st-stuttering, my tongue fl-fluttering, spitting out cut-up-words––sputtering, before my mind can utter a decent mutter, i'm drownin' in––Got me all crazy.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
visions of you, starting askew, rotated by my brain back into view, you're stripping down to your shoes, do it slower–– hey I like your tattoo, come on closer so we can do this taboo.
––Now turn around, lay on the ground, face up to me; while I bound you down, make you repeat a familiar noun, let me hear that fucking sound, as I grind round and round, oh look what I found.––
Say hello to my little friend, didn't take long for him to ascend, let's see how far he extends––i'll take it slow and sexy, do a little flexing, drag it out until it's perplexing and vexing––got you clenching your jaw, scratching my skin with your claws, every time it gets hot, I pin you down… n pause.
––Ok let's play, it's worth the delay, ima ride it like a sleigh
It is 10:50 p.m.9:06 p.m.It is 10:50 p.m.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the eyes in the mirror won't stop staring back at me.
is that really me?
those can't be my lips. they're too ugly.
and my cheeks. who would ever want to caress those things?
i need to get up. goddammit, stop looking at yourself!
no. no. no. no. no. no. no.
hah. i've become like narcissus. wonder where my echo is?
fuck. fuck this. fuck me. fuck everyone.
why can't this all just stop already?
don't you dare cry you pathetic, ugly, disgusting creature.
i'll never find what i wa
SynchronousA little girl waltzes to a tune in her head.Synchronous2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A young boy begs the streets for some bread.
A mother waits in a hospital room full of dread.
A groom smiles at his wife-to-be as they wed.
An old lady pulls the last bit of her thread.
A homeless man stares at a stores comfy bed.
A boy loves a girl; she loves a woman instead.
A teenager writes a suicide note to be read.
A drunk man doesn't see the truck up ahead.
A once minor virus, begins to spread.
A billion single tears are being shed.
An army of first-time soldiers are being lead.
A colourblind man see's a lady in red.
A heartbeat begins, after being pronounced dead.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
AloneAlone3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The wonders of the world are at my feet,
creation's endless charity.
Golden sun above, it's warmth makes life sweet,
night stars help me gain clarity
... and yet I am alone.
Roses and daisies and buttercups too,
green grass and blue sky above me.
Mountains and valleys and geysers that spew,
ocean as far as my eye can see
... and yet I am alone.
New moon above and Milky Way heavens,
lights that inspire poetry.
Bright shooting stars and Northern lights events,
cosmic dance of life surrounds me
... and yet I am alone.
I hold this truth to be above all truth,
that what we need most, is love.
The absence of love makes earthly joys moot,
what I would give... to fit hand in glove
... and never, ever, again be alone.
Sparrows and Train TracksSparrows and Train Tracks4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She listens to the corpse of a wingbeat.
The stories of faraway people
etched on sea glass and flower petals,
like legends told for lullabies
printed with rose thorns
in the absence of paper.
Do the fingers of clock hands
hold the questions of children,
the way wine kisses guilt
and disposable wedding rings?
Handmade letters and gift-wrapped packages
resemble the music of a laughter
that isn't really there.
How many faces
are the reflections of a moment
dying in the second of a memory-
or the dances in the i love you's
that you never told me.
FateMoira is special, her favourite pastime is observing strangers as they go about their day, everyone looks like a replica.Fate2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She never speaks loud enough to be heard, she's addicted to the silence.
She keeps to herself, no one understands her form of communication.
Today is Wednesday at 1:04 PM and she's leaning on a tree, contemplating the crowd.
She whispers, "I love you" as she sees a man walking in the bustling streets of New York.
Masses of people ignoring one another, trying to get to their destination; a tracing blur.
Such commotion and distraction yet she cant stop staring.
Everyone rushing in this emphatic environment, and he strolls without a care in the world.
The crowd dissipates and he's in pristine focus.
The sea parts slightly and their eyes find each other.
"I love you" she whispers once more.
She turns around and walks to her bus stop––wondering what he likes to eat for breakfast.
He stops close by, behind a tree and observes her for a few minutes
Bricks and MortarI’m fully aware that I’m alive.Bricks and Mortar3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this life, I find it hard to believe
that I could allow so many nights to
pass unnoticed and unaccompanied.
And in this world where seven billion
souls crawl over one another,
being alone is something of a miracle.
Stars Wish on People TooDefine me when you take swigsStars Wish on People Too2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the number of your hair.
The unmoving frames
of your Sunday musings
whisper in caps lock;
they want to be forgotten-
they told me,
like I could save you from myself
I’ve always wondered
what it would be like
to play the piano
with my feet on an acoustic run;
the shadow that isn’t friends
with the light like a body part
I’ve always known,
but never quite seen.
I sugarcoat myself
hanging by mere fiction,
a pendulum and a metronome
What are we but allusions
to the people behind us,
ambivalence to the rivers
that never meet the ocean.
It’s frightening how
we’ve been lost for years
but no one’s come to find us.
Dusk it seems
is the lesser of two evils,
midnight is just too mysterious.
An Abundance of Similes and A Lack of MetaphorsThe lines of my frameAn Abundance of Similes and A Lack of Metaphors1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
play tag with the phrases
lacking their subject
and their predicate.
I always buy more books
than I can read.
A test tube
of orange light
and a handful of octothorpes
make me tiptoe on the tips
of charcoal pencils.
All the names I've heard,
and they missed out on madness.
I scrub the squares
from chess boards with
to make the equal signs
I forgot stupor plus frivolity
was the formula I got stuck in.
If you look inside
the burnt crusts of my ribs,
you'd find a juxtaposition of forks
The tooth fairy
left them there
in the nooks of my nails-
And even still...Wishes upon a star,And even still...3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like the brilliance of the sun,
Fleeting like stardust
Blink – it’s gone.
And even still…
The sparkle that is left behind
Never fades easily
From the trenches of the mind.
Like butterfly’s wings
Are fragile, be gentle
Or breakage it brings.
And even still…
The powder left behind,
On your fingertips it does dance,
As it goes unrefined.
Mirrors on the wall,
Like shimmering water,
It can distort the image,
And the ego it does slaughter.
And even still…
The cracks it leaves behind,
Do leave room to be filled
With the kindness of mankind.
Basement Zombiei am immune to colorBasement Zombie3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my dna is composed of fog
and empty staircases.
staring through glass eyes
at a concrete world
is no way to live.
and each curse
is a slice of
it's damp and numb inside
you wouldn't want to get too close to me.
UntitledI tear at the flesh that confines me,Untitled3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I scorn the bitter blood that runs in my veins,
I despise these brittle, broken bones,
And I hate the sick sound of my name.
I’d break each finger and sear my soft skin
I’d ruin my pretty, painted face,
And I’d blind each eye if it would keep me from seeing
The damnation of this place.
To be gone away, and to forget what I am--
Don’t you know what I would give?
To be anything different, to escape from this;
This is not a life that I live.
Hollow TomorrowWhen the esminets first showed up, everyone panicked.Hollow Tomorrow1 month ago in Profiles More Like This
It startled slowly, subtly, with loose reports of people being attacked by bizarre monsters. Nobody put much stock into them. It seemed as otherworldly and ridiculous as reports of bigfoot and Nessie.
I was in my senior year of high school and life was rose-colored. I had a great life: intact, loving family, awesome friends, lots of opportunities. College was just around the corner; a few more tests and I would be Out in the World.
My friends liked to tease me and call me a geek because all I did was study, but I didn’t mind. Books were easy for me to understand. All I had to do was transfer the information into my head from the page, like cutting and pasting. I had my eyes set on the gold.
In early February, though, things got weird. The reports frequented the news on a nightly basis now, sometimes depicting grainy cell phone shots of massive shadows. My little brother used to be terrified of them. Wheneve
Missing you.Waking up to a day with no meaning, staring at the ceiling, thinking about leaving, feeling the grieving, aiming to have faith in believing, the sun is beaming, my soul is bleeding.––Just finished dreaming about something I don't want to be seeing, opening my eyes to harsh n heavy breathing, wishing I could wake up from this life i'm suddenly leading.Missing you.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling all sad, focusing on the bad, forgetting i'm alive, picking at life like a scab, getting awfully mad, as I remember what I once had, how it's come and gone like a crazy messed up fad, can't believe i've lost my dad. What once used to sing, is now deafening, that's the thing about unconditional love, it kills you after it stings. I feel like i don't belong, in my own fucking song, singing along to prolong forgetting what comes after it all goes wrong.
I'm left with just me, drowning in a fucking sea; of my own wish to flee. I just wanna be free from this third degree–– kinda pain, it's insane, what made sens
My kind of love.I want the kind of love that forms colourful wings in my stomach that fly in circles because they're disorientated from my hearts heavy beating.My kind of love.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want the kind of love that's so radiant, I can't even bare to look in it's direction without closing my eyes first–– it burns brighter than the sun.
The kind of love that starts off slow then gains on you like a cheetah, devouring you into itself, for sustenance, creating a pattern only known to the gods.
A love that scares the fear, out of my life; making anything possible again.
A love that regresses two adults back into kids, playing hide and seek with their future.
I want the kind of love that's a Sunday in the middle of the week––inconvenient.
I want the kind of love that dances at a funeral––inappropriate.
I want the kind of love that's a muse to an artist––inspiring.
I want the kind of love that's a .44 magnum revolver in a trunk of BB guns––authentic.
Love that sparkles in t
8 Things I Learned Before I Turned Sixteen1. you are stronger than you think8 Things I Learned Before I Turned Sixteen2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and when you tell other people this,
do not be offended when they start talking about muscle mass.
they will not understand until they wake up
one day and are disappointed to find themselves
2. reading books about thin people
doesn’t make you thin
just like writing poems about happiness
doesn’t make you happy.
3. make new year’s resolutions. even if you know
they won’t last longer than the shower
you make them in, do it anyways because
you’ll love the idea of the person you were
washing off of you with the dirt.
4. you’re going to fall head over heels
over ankles over fingers in love with a boy.
this does not mean that you have any right
to keep him.
5. someone won’t always be there to tell you,
“hey, good job on getting out of bed today.
good job on going to school and doing your homework.
good job on surviving today.”
but good job anyways.
6. change your hair color. change your s