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.2 years 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
MurdererIt’s so easy to take a life at any given time.Murderer2 years 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?
AwayYou used to be afraid to lose me,Away2 years 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.
Candles for Fireplaces Make me a wish.Candles for Fireplaces2 years 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,
every night my hair is falling outI have heard that in 7 yearsevery night my hair is falling out2 years 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
AloneAlone2 years 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,
sea as far as the eye can see
... and yet I am alone.
New moon above and Milky Way heaven,
lights that inspire poetry.
Bright shooting stars seen just past eleven,
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.
SynchronousA little girl waltzes to a tune in her head.Synchronous2 years 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
Sparrows and Train TracksSparrows and Train Tracks2 years 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.
UntitledI tear at the flesh that confines me,Untitled2 years 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.
It is 10:50 p.m.9:06 p.m.It is 10:50 p.m.2 years 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
Not a writerToday I took my pencilNot a writer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And started to think
Now what should I write about?
I'm sick of it
Too boring to read
I'm done with it
I lie on the floor and start to sing
Something so sad and something so sweet
No need to write it down
But nothing about
Melody is quite simple
As it comes from the heart
You might think I'm tearful
But no, I am not
Too many reasons why I'm here
Too many questions unrelieved
So many people should just leave
Away, get vanished, disappear
I'm still holding pencil in my hand
Not writing, not trying to understand
But I'm singing to feel something new
Something weird, something so good
I'm not a writer and I don't know how to write
though all my life is one big poem, one big fight
But I'm still singing
This melody in me
And it sounds so perfectly
Forgive me please
Forgive me for this
But I'm not a writer
Just one big dreamer...
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.2 years 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
Think about it.Whether you believe in heaven and hell, reincarnation, that you just become the earth once you're gone, or that you cross over to someplace unknown. All these beliefs can still come to an agreement –– we are not our body. This is a temporary state, and it is as fleeting as the thought of it.Think about it.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Where does that leave us?
That leaves us contemplating existence in this transient state. Coming to a thousand and one conclusions about something as unknown to us as birth while it's happening to us.
We were all born correct? Now we're all alive for the moment, and we know the inevitable - our bodies will stop while we, may also stop, or we may continue without it.
This is as mind-blowing as it gets, and this is our lives.
Right now, whatever your now may be (which is all equally relevant and true) is it.
Why fight with our own.
Why discriminate against our own.
Why judge our own, when we're all part of the infinite all.
Why bother with the superficial? Unless we believe ourselves to b
FateMoira is special, her favourite pastime is observing strangers as they go about their day, everyone looks like a replica.Fate2 years 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
Strawberry (An ice-cream in December)Strawberry (An ice-cream in December)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I disassemble –
heart after limp,
brain before muscle.
You hear the pieces fall.
Sometimes, all I can ask for is an itchy blanket over me, and a cup of steaming tea between my calloused fingers, bringing the smell of hot strawberry to my nostrils, until the smile of content overwhelmingly fills my chest. Sometimes, all I can ask for is death.
I don’t like mornings. I never liked mornings. The sun is mocking – glaring from his heaven to a place grey and heavy with nothing but vanity, and shoving his hard light to all the ugliness around. Night is not like that. Night is beautiful. Night smells of wet leaves and falling stars and wishes forgotten in the sigh of two lips touching. Night brings the twittering song of a hidden cricket, a lullaby lost in the fading dreams of two bodies nesting one in another. Night is not like mornings.
The breeze is cool tonight – comforting, dancing around the baby blue curtains of the kitchen. The TV plays in
One of those NightsThe morning sunOne of those Nights2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
beams through the front windshield
like an intruder:
brash and unwelcome, forcing you to wake.
Whiskey eyed, smelling like an ashtray,
parked at the back end
of some ghetto ass neighborhood
wondering what the hell you did the night before.
It's like trying to remember words
you haven’t written yet.
One thing is for certain:
a little bit of rope goes a long way,
but a lot of rope
will hang you.
Poetry AnalysisI was given poetryPoetry Analysis2 years 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
Paper-Thin Promisesthe first time I caught sight of yourPaper-Thin Promises2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
glistening, marble eyes,
I decided you disgust me.
I hate you the way I hate perfection:
merciless, like the snap of mantis jaws.
every fact of you is pretentious,
held high like you raise a middle finger.
You, the artist, always sculpting things,
tried to squeeze my malleable heart like white clay
and stash it in your pocket to rattle with stones.
paint me an unflinching self portrait, my dear:
this skyscraper of a boy shaking with anticipation
to build and destroy, build and destroy.
you sink in tooth and talon at first mention of beauty,
love-biting Aphrodite as though you were equals.
you're a statue, a prison,
a tasteless reproduction of a child's Heaven
but you are no museum.
you may hang yourself in gilded frames,
forcing masses to silence with obscurity,
but that does not make you a hallowed hall.
no, I fear you're no Metropolitan.
you look at me, daring to think you understand.
your words trickle from my lips like a waterfall
as you tell m
And even still...Wishes upon a star,And even still...2 years 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 Zombie2 years 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.
Let me be your poem.Let me melt the cold pain from your skin, transform into the sun and heat your hurt––so it evaporates into white clouds of hope that inspires the trees to sway.Let me be your poem.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let me touch you like the first story I've ever read in brail, after deciding to go deaf before letting another sound replace your voice.
Let me shatter every tiny ounce of doubt from your being, using the weight of my love for you–– to demolish it's once relevant place in your thoughts.
Let me carve holes in to the night sky, so you can see how my universe revolves solely around you, making the moon shine bright with jealousy.
Let me fly you to the nearest nebula, so we can finally be as high as this love makes me feel.
Let me drive you crazy like a mirage in a desolate desert, making you crave it so much you imagine it in front of you, dying for a taste.
Let me be the sun to warm you and you can be the rain to cool us down, and we can make the sky blush a million different colours.
Let me be the baseli
Stars Wish on People TooDefine me when you take swigsStars Wish on People Too2 years 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.
The Ritual of CrossingI.The Ritual of Crossing10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ritual of passing through
your heart and into the void
is stuck in the sudden emptiness,
and the scattering of an estranged wind
that whistles so loudly into my ears.
I'm on my own, frozen
inside the longing for
the old breeze that holds
your scent, laughter and
the little taps you left along my neck.
The ritual of passing through
my skeleton and back into your heart
is probably a kite of bright blue
that's born out of the scorching pain in my ribs.
It'd bend its wings a little and soar
right into the hand you use to protect
your eyes from a sun that
doesn't shine as bright for me.
I left you the light, instead
I sipped water out of your hands
and decided to live, even a little.
I still have tears waiting for me,
echoing in the distance, chanting
the tones of a broken heart
You never said my blood would burn
the minute I find rest in another's arms.
You never told me I'd suffer
three hundred and sixty five days
of blazing flames.
I always thought th