The final hours of unfinished novelssometimesThe final hours of unfinished novels7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's scary to think about the way
time once wrote my name on its cover
and closed the unfinished novel
at the tip of a train wreck suicide
i wonder why i thought to sit down
and wait for it to return
to write words with a clarity to banish
the shadows following the past's clumsy stumbles
because it was destined to go wrong -
walking across a red string
like a circus freak
that would only collapse when someone tore it
its scary to think how we're
surrounded by people who can't bare to live
and settle for merely surviving
like the specks of dust that are brushed away
with dismissive glances and criticism
so i've followed the ink that rolled off pens onto paper
like words rolls off my tongue into thin air
i'm stood atop isolated clifftops
at the edge of a suicide -
carving butterflies into novels
that brand flecks of blood on my skin
because sometimes its scary
and sometimes its crazy
to find myself in pieces
that were swept aside like those flecks of dust
Too SmartFirst sentient robot automatically self destructs.Too Smart7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Wasn't Supposed To Be Worth It.Was it worth it?I Wasn't Supposed To Be Worth It.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trading the taste of cinnamon on your lips
To smell like cigarettes and a painful hangover.
Was life so cruel to your perfectly skewed smile,
That you had to swallow a bottle of brandy
Every night at 9 pm
To hear yourself laugh again?
How could I have not noticed
The tremor in your right hand
Every time you held a pen?
Was I so blind for the love you had for me to see
That my love was destroying you?
'I am yours.' You whispered when you still had Petrichor surrounding you.
I inhaled your scent like oxygen,
All the while I suffocated you like sulfur.
You gave me your heart on a plate,
And I was the last pill that took your life away from you too.
Mother always told me I broke the things I had
Because that is how I was;
Selfish and undeserving.
I didn't deserve you.
You weren't supposed to be mine.
5 Ways of Looking at PoetryI. There's the romantic poetry5 Ways of Looking at Poetry7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Filled with pretty words and airy compliments
That strike as uncanny,
Loving, yet fake
II. There's the haiku
The one that observes nature in fixed form
As though nature itself
Is not free
III. There's the elegy
The mourning of a death
Yet celebrating life
But only rarely being joyful
IV. There's the ballad
Where blood is ink
And soul is words
Such beauty, so pure
So genuine it breaks the heart
As such it's undermined
For feeling is feared.
V. And finally there's imagist
A way so blunt, so bold
Picture painted with simple strokes
But so clear, so loud
It is subtle like a rushing waterfall
UnknownDarkness and shadowsUnknown7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Loom in the soul.
Pools of tears
Drowning in sorrow.
RealizationWe control our lives...Realization4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Beneath the GlassThe pirouette of dreamsBeneath the Glass7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a mirror you yet cannot see,
reverse the hands of the clock
to reveal behind the glass a secret.
Recollections of dreams now clash
wearing, building suspense now near
constantly all began to thrash
as your fear was all but eerie.
My mirrored body stood now weary
possessed, as my reflection was mine no more
would the rest be paranoid
and the rest be free
to bear my conscience
as if it was a dream;
to venture forth into the wilds
conquering lost souls that stream.
Was it the beast
as through the streetlight mist
as i was too so silent.
was it the consecutive night now lest
what i found beneath the glass;
the one that i saw, was me.
Newlywed Life His heartNewlywed Life9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
~ Just Married ~
Where Love BeginsWhere Love BeginsWhere Love Begins8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
(January 21st, 2014)
Last summer, I watched love die,
Beaten and bruised, broken and bent,
He finally could not take the lie,
That looked heaven-sent.
And when love died, a broken dream,
My heart became a grim skeptic,
Denying anything love might seem,
Growing black, and dull, and sick.
But, yesterday I saw something start to change,
The blackness turned to something like carmine,
Made me feel a little strange
'Cause it was like old times.
I think love is coming alive,
Slowly but surely, returning again,
From being being crucified
And it's a good thing to see again.
New beginning for a rekindled light,
Happy ending for a resurrected heart,
A future that once again looks bright,
No more love more bitter than tart.
Spring is in the air,
Winter has come to an end,
New babies everywhere,
This is where love begins.
Chaos Theoryi want to destroy somethingChaos Theory7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and pick something beautiful
out of the disarray
because i’m a narcissist
who is unspeakably
and irrevocably lonely
and i want to be able to say to someone else
OneI can remember exactly when i first met you.One7 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The slight crease in your face as you smiled.
If one thing could say something, then that did.
I can remember everything.
You shaped me. Made me.
We grew into each other. We fell apart with each other.
I cannot remember anything without you.
I can remember exactly when we first kissed.
The way your lips felt soft and curious, against mine.
If one thing could say something, then that did.
I'd live a million miles away.
Another life and world away, with you.
If I know what love is, it is because of you.
Goodbye's for GoodLove of the purest form turned to hate of the rawest.Goodbye's for Good9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t touch me with your stranger hands.
No soul I know lingers or lies behind your eyes.
Not one I can recognize
I still count the days since then,
It pursues me like an internal itch beneath my skin.
I deny the scratch and try to shake it out.
My memories of you are hit or miss.
I remember your hands, your hair,
But fading are your eyes and almost gone your kiss.
You will join the ranks.
Of nearly forgotten, faceless “Lovers”
Go on. In your life, it's so easy to replace.
I said leave me alone!
Just the thought of you sends surges in my skin.
It constricts my chest so no air pours in.
And I'm afraid.
That while I never really hate,
You might just be on the cusp of it.
Still I want only the best things, to befall your fate.
Don’t call my name.
Don’t claim were friends.
Because Ill always remember.
How you so easily turned your back on me in the end.
Please just go…
I cant stand this memory of you
His HandHis hand raised.His Hand7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This