I'm Only HumanI'm only Human.
I bleed when I'm cut
I cry when I'm hurt
I love when I shouldn't.
I'm only Human.
My rage feeds my Demon.
My pain starves my Angel.
My cuts on my wrist are numb.
I'm only Human.
I'm not a toy.
I'm an adult.
I'm not a child.
I'm only Human,
And this is my biggest weakness.
This is all I will ever be
Ode To Writer's BlockStaring at the piece of paperOde To Writer's Block2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Without the faintest idea
Of what to write, I sit
In my chair, pencil not moving
Madness gaining another step
I wonder how many mornings
Or perhaps it was evening time
When Frost sat down to write, that he-
Spent staring at the empty page
Clueless about subject matter
Writer's block, such bloody torment
Making a wanker out of me
Always appearing at my door
At a most inconvienant time
What a terrible patron
Every little bitNo one noticed the empty chairEvery little bit2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They were all busy
Telling each other what had happened over the weekend
People didn’t really notice the chair anyways
Even when it was full
But today is different
The teacher walks in
With a strange look on her face
And she tells them
The girl that filled that chair, is dead
It happened Saturday night
She was driving home
She fell asleep at the wheel
The semi didn’t even get a chance
They pronounced her dead at the scene
The shock comes first
She was such a quiet girl
Always at the back, out of the way, you know?
But not today
The chair is staring at them, with unseen eyes
And that’s when people remember
How polite she was
The small smile she wore
The soft voice
The tired eyes
The boy in front of her,
She used to let him borrow her pencils
Because no one else would
He didn’t even say thank you
Or always give them back
She would help clean out the locker of the girl beside her
Without being asked
Even with the moldy lunches at the
KidsWe're just kids, that grew up too fast.Kids2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Due to expectations and isolations.
Adaptations, illustrations, separations.
It's not how it used to be.
I wonder will it last?
One words replies,
Now it's lies, cries, guys and skinny thighs.
Oh I despise, but I'll advise,
Do not trust a soul.
Blasting music in our ears,
Hiding from the sneers and leers,
They're picking on the queers.
Aren't they our peers?
Alone, and other feelings I've never known.
Upgrade your phone.
Dye your hair a darker tone.
Wear cologne and dig the drone.
Welcome to the cool zone.
Break and clatter.
"I'm fine." or "it doesn't matter."
Am I flatter or fatter?
Definitely the latter.
Watch my heart shatter,
And the pieces scatter.
Cause we're just kids, who grew up too fast.
Due to expirations and deprivations.
Situations, innovations, realizations.
It's not like it used to be.
Now we're an outcast.
WritershipFind a messageWritership2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the bottle of regrets
brought at your feet by the mourning tide.
in the smudge of ink
left by a stranger lost as you are.
Stars already blinking
their yesterday light
upon your little island;
in the oceanic darkness.
Let the panic
fill your bloodstream,
let it steal your breath.
till the first line comes,
speaks to you
the voice of a mermaid
sweet and terrible
like the waves.
Forgotten by the world
trust the sand
with impossible letters,
trust the water
with impossible dreams.
StrugglesI clutched to the bars in desperation,Struggles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never believed I was in void space;
I smashed the gold and silver to fragments,
Never believed I was incapacitated.
I lived in serenade,
Picture perfect I would be;
I was disillusioned,
And I chose to never parade it.
I imprison myself in desires,
While you waltz in my shadow;
My shadow's your podium to shine.
I clenched my fist so tight that they bled,
I like how the blood drips;
I dance in hysteria that they ridicule,
I like how their pain shows.
Cage of Flesh and BoneIt is a prisoner of war, my mind.Cage of Flesh and Bone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Locked up in this cage of a carcass, bashing itself against the bars of its cell.
While my very anatomy sings of a battle won.
This rebellious brain looks and listens, and likes not
the jail it finds itself held in.
The banners are the wrong colour, the trumpet's blare in the wrong key.
A clash of contradictions, and
I cannot help but wonder, in this prison of flesh and bone,
if my mind would be content to flee, and find another home?
Escape the enemy's camp, and fly back to freedom.
To a body of unification,
mind and matter as one.
Peace without conflict, and where
The solider will never return home,
because he has simply never left.
Trapped insideYou awoke a beast inside of meTrapped inside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its hunger devoured me, can't you see?
Its desire fractured my veins
It transformed my blood into its chains
My perspiration to the sound of its existence
Its incisors punctured my fragile resistance
Its paws clawed in vain at my chest trying to flee
It possessed me
Body and soul
Turned me into a monster, my life it stole
Its passion burned my heart
Its frenzy tore me apart
You awoke a beast inside of me
And only you can set it free
The DanceWe dance a deadly waltz,The Dance2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We dance to stay alive.
Our faces hidden by elaborate masks,
Our clothes covered with fake jewels.
We do not complain, we simply move,
For those who don't are thrown aside like dolls.
Our feet sweep through the blood of the fallen,
We simply dance as to not join the mutilated bodies.
From the time we're born until the moment we die,
We're simply dancing, porcelain dolls on earths stage.
The music plays, sweet and sorrowful, slow and deadly,
As we sway and spin, twirl and swing to the tune of life.
Who we really are, we will never really know the truth,
And with painted skin and hidden emotions we simply dance.
Useless people, worn-out humans, we shall all fall,
As we dance the deadly waltz of fate to our very death.
The red sunThe red sunThe red sun2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Creeps down the darkened sky;
The red sun,
With its eye, I'm undone.
I am falling in dark,
An eye watches me, stark;
The red sun.
MonsterI'm the monster.Monster1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't need to hide under your bed,
inside your thoughts is good enough for me.
Only help will make me go away,
and I make sure you don't get it ever.
I come when your full of high spirits,
and push you down into a pit of despair.
Sometimes, I leave and make you
feel the cold numbness you despise.
You'd rather hurt then be numb,
and welcome me back.
Only the strong ones can shake me off,
and continue on their right path;
instead of the bad one I've created for you.
HeartbrokenHearts are left broken, by words unspoken,Heartbroken1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that seems to be what they say.
But why, then, after spoken words,
do my tears fall every day.
I told her how she makes me feel,
how I wish to hold her near.
That her smile illuminates my world,
and makes everything suddenly clear.
But she she crushed my heart when she said those words,
"I just think of you as a friend..."
What makes it worse, what hurts much more,
is I will still love her to the end.
When I Grow UpAge Ten:When I Grow Up1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll be a Wizard when I grow up! My magic used for Good.
I'll turn lead to gold and brew True Love, in my cabin in the wood.
I'll be a Jedi when I grow up! The force flows through my veins.
And with my saber I'll ensure that the Dark side never reigns.
I'll be a Knight when I grow up! Raise the crest on high!
Feasting in the royal halls, though the Battle's on the nigh!
I'll be a Karate-Master when I grow up! My honour proud and great.
When rival dojos challenge me, I will bravely face my fate.
I'll be a Rock Star when I grow up! My fans will jump and dance!
I'll shred some catchy licks and riffs as I wear my shiny pants!
I'll be a Cop when I grow up! No punks will give me lip!
My baton will be a-twirling, and I'll wear a pistol on my hip!
I'll be a Scientist when I grow up! I'll be Master of the atom.
I'll discover brand new elements as I dig deep wit
Are you happy with yourself?Are you happy with yourself,Are you happy with yourself?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the reflection that you see?
Are you where you expected?
Are you who, you were meant to be?
Did you head straight in the right direction?
Or get lost along the way
Are you covered in your battle scars?
Are your arms still a clean slate?
Can you say you are truly happy?
Or do you smile to make it by
Did you give all that you had?
Or did you forget to try
Is there anything you’d change?
Or would you do it all again
Is your story neatly written?
Or did you lose your pen
You do know it’s not too late
Too pick up and go anew
So that maybe next time I ask
You’ll be a better you.
The Golden TaleOnce upon a time, in a land quite far away and rich in its land,The Golden Tale1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There was a young boy with his heart in his head and a star in his hand.
He had hope that reached far beyond the world and far beyond the sky,
A hope so powerful that if reality could be twisted it would have allowed him to fly.
Such things do not exist and such pain could not be easily left behind,
So the young man left his broken home and went searching for the love he hoped to find.
He waited and waited for two whole years, roaming the streets and that wonderful land.
But the dreams could not come true no matter how tightly he grasped the star in his hand.
So he started to question and he started to cry,
“Why have my dreams forsaken my faith? Why dear life, oh why?”
There came no answer, no calling, and no word. And the young man’s hope was blowing out as quickly as it came.
Living a fool’s life, he figured we would have to live without the glory, the love and the fame.
He looked up
MasksThey dance around the room,Masks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Skirts flowing, feet flying.
Their expressions hidden
Behind the colorful masks.
The mysterious women,
The deadly men, gently dancing
Around each other,
Through the bright, colored room.
The killer is among them,
Behind his jeweled mask,
And as long as they dance
They twirl around death.
Every person who takes
His hand or a dance,
Every person who brushes
Against him in passing.
They are all marked,
Quickly pinpointed by him,
Those who are unlucky
Will never breathe again.
Don't worry, darling,
This is a masquerade.
A bloody, masked playground,
But you'll be safe, my dear.
Just watch them, darling,
Dancing, laughing fools,
But all of them are killers,
So don't you be tricked.
Just pull on your mask,
Hide your emotions, your face,
Keep your weapons close,
Because, baby, you're the killer.
RainGently knocking on my windowRain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coloring the sky with gray
Flowing down hills toward the meadow
It's the highlight of my day
My face frozen in time
As my cheek of porcelain
Touches the see-through wall
Every time it heats up
Leaving a puddle of smoke suck
To the face of it
Calming me with it's gentle lullaby
As i step into the world of dreams
or is it nightmares?
DisregardedLet me tell you the tale,Disregarded2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a broken man,
Who never could fail,
Who never could win.
Disregarded by his kin,
For one measly little sin,
Now he is shattered on the ground,
His face is battered into a frown.
Trapped in a prison of a home,
In the cell of his room,
He may at times be free to roam,
In the end he must return.
What of the scars,
Upon his arms?,
Can't they see,
They cause him harm.
The blood trickles,
Hits the ground,
In singular drips.
Now the wood,
Is stained red,
Now their son,
Is nearly dead.
Now they have nothing,
Left to say,
Upon the eve of bloody,
If Life Is An OceanIf life is an ocean, then I’m in the deepIf Life Is An Ocean1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the ocean is made of the tears that I weep.
The waves are the troubles that crash o’er my head,
Sinking me, soaking me, wishing me dead.
If I am a boat, then I’m searching for shore,
But the lights of my beacons don’t shine anymore,
And the stars keep on shifting to change their design,
So I’m no longer sure which direction is mine.
If no man is an island, then I am bemused
For my friends have all left me alone and confused,
And my only companions are all the debris
Of my troubles that gather to barricade me.
If the whole world is flat, then I stand at the edge
To search for a sign lurking just past the ledge
That I might make a change in my future’s design
If I stay here and wait, than jump over the side.
ForgottenSome memories are like dustForgotten2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Better swept into a corner than disturbed
A TestShe sitsA Test2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They hadn’t meant it
Simply got distracted
Forgot she was talking
Forgot she had been smiling
While she told them, what had seemed
To her anyways
But it was only accidental
No harm intended
That’s why she gave them this chance
And she waited
But they forget
Forget she had been speaking
And never ask her to start again
To finish the story
She was trying to share
They must not have cared much
While she had been telling them
They always do
Nobody ever passes the test
So she crosses them off
Her list of people
Whom she will speak to
At least about the important stuff anyways
And sits and waits
Wondering if anyone will ever pass the test
Besides the people in her head
They wonder why children make up imaginary friends
Suicidal BreathsWith a decrease in energy,Suicidal Breaths2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fatigue, sick-to-stomach and feelings of mortality,
She still survives,
Though she buries herself in broken lies.
She says she's fine,
She's just okay,
But deep down inside,
She's full of sorrowful pain.
She believes what she hears,
And avoids what she sees,
Feeling the sad, pity, indescribable beliefs.
She sits in a corner full of isolation and guilt,
Darkness and ache,
Counting the pills she spilled.
White and Blue,
Just one more.
Vision becoming blurry,
She's shaky and becoming worried.
Looking in a reflection,
Ribs soon distinguishable,
Bones and fright just popping out,
She screams inside and yells for help.
No one's around,
She can't hear a subtle sound.
She pleads to why she's on this earth,
Why her mother had to give birth.
She falls to the ground,
Blending into the darkness of the unspoken place,
She cries and cries,
Soon she'll be erased.
Into Dust“Please”Into Dust2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stare at the floor
And flinch at your touch
I tremble and gaze at the floor
And slowly you see what's lying there
My trust is broken on the floor
Shattered into dust
Writer's blockThe pencil lies idly next to the notebook.Writer's block2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The icon on the computer screen blinks almost in a mocking fashion, the keys gathering dust.
That notebook is opened to a fresh page, not a letter or eraser shaving on it.
That computer is opened up to a new document, again, no words on it, not even the use of undo or redo as a sign that maybe something was once there.
And there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
I can think of few things in this world that are as frustrating.