SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,Solitude2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this desolate place
that we call
I feel that
with no way out,
Without a future,
without a purpose,
my yearning soul...
As the darkness
As the numbness
of my sanity
This Is Depression The darknessThis Is Depression1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't breathe no moreThe whispering wind drops off memories on the roadI can't breathe no more2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Smells of winter.
Foggy trees, hidden flowers, fleeting scenery, everything blurs
The maze of my brain.
Shivering as if I was drunk with grief
Human wreck stares at me, hollow gaze
My past lives are hung on the wall of oblivion
Reborn from grief.
Eternal darkness reign above me, on this oppressive night
Snows of coal.
The image of your grave stuck in my head
As dead as you.
Childhood Thoughts...AlwaysChildhood Thoughts...2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mental SuicideI just might kill myself again.Mental Suicide2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ode to the wilted CamelliaIt all began with a smile...Ode to the wilted Camellia2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The freshly awaken Camellia, morning's wonder
Highlighted even on a rubies' field
She was her own spring sun ; a mellifluous beauty
The gullible Camellia, tricked by this charming rose
Got stung to the blood, cleaned out of her inner light.
Another victim of this world's rottenness
The saddening outcome of a barbaric act.
The daughter of Nature got fouled
Reeked of the rose's stench
Acid rain poured on this virgin sprout
And lost her blossom forever
She dreams of nightmares, craves forgetfulness
Floods of tears under the bloody moon
Her desperate and heartbreaking screams
shatter the icy silence of the Withering Night.
Eternity may not be long enough
For the Camellia to shed all her sorrow -
Oh ruthless Scythe!
You sent to the skies such a pretty Camellia.
...It all ended with a bullet.
Foolish...You can't undoFoolish...3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
the damage done-
You can't relive
those lonely years-
You can't resuscitate
someone who has
long ago since drowned...
And you cannot mend
a broken heart
with the use
of a simple
Tu devais exister(English version below)Tu devais exister2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tu n'as jamais existé.
J'ai passé mes jours à t'attendre, en vain
Mes nuits à t'imaginer à mes côtés,
À imprégner mon âme de ta présence...
Seul comme la lune, je lui murmure chaque soir :
"Elle n'existe pas."
Mon corps lourdement chargée de solitude,
Bientôt ! La mort va s'écouler dans mes veines
Les ténèbres me guettent, obstruent mes sens...
Et ta silhouette s'éloigne.
Une vie trop courte menée au rythme de mes illusions
J'ose penser que ça en valait la peine
Même si tu n'existais pas.
Je ne peux pas me rappeler ton nom
Je ne l'ai jamais su
J'ai tant de souvenirs de nous.
Et de ta silhouette qui s'évapore,
Une brume de chagrin.
Une nuit étoilée,
Pleine d'espoirs envolés.
Pourquoi n'as-tu pas existé ?
Title: You h
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once againA void within me2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
I Won't Let GoWhat happened to you?I Won't Let Go1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your hollow eyes, sunken into your head.
Your pale skin, stretched over your brittle bones.
Your raven hair, falling in strands into your jet black eyes.
Your gangly arms and your long, spindly fingers grasping for a sense of reality.
But what scared me the most were your scars.
Long, thin scars ran down your face, arms, and legs like veins
One scar for every time you made a mistake.
One scar for every time your heart shattered.
It made you look...inhuman.
Your eyes were almost like that of a madman's.
They glinted with pain, sorrow, and regret.
Remember when your eyes used to be a brilliant blue?
As I recall, they were a beautiful shade, like the sea; crystal clear.
Now, your eyes were fogged.
They became dull orbs of lifelessness.
You told me it was because of the pain.
I wanted to help you, but you refused.
'Best if I'm left alone,' you'd say sadly.
You barely even talked now.
I almost wonder what's in that brain of yours.
What could've happened
Stay AlivePlease.Stay Alive1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Talk to me.
Tell me what shattered your heart inside.
Your heart is beating, yet, you're not alive.
You're hearing, yet, you're not listening.
You've become a black shadow.
I can see the demons in your eyes.
Your eyes have glazed over.
Your life is coming to an end.
But yet, you're still healthy, still alive.
You smile to hide your pain.
But you're slowly dying inside.
You keep saying 'I'm fine', when I know you're not.
You tell me 'it's just a phase. Don't worry'
But I've never worried so much before.
You're like a leaf
Your beauty slowly withering away, unbeknownst to everyone around you.
Soon, you're going to fall from the tree, and hit the ground.
People will walk over you, ignoring how much pain they've caused your heart.
But hold on.
It gets better, I promise.
Your heart will beat once again.
I'm hoping for a sign of life.
I'm watching for those eyes to fill with joy, like they used to be.
I beg you with all my heart.
Haikus from the woodsHaikus from the woods3 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Light through the branches
Greenish flower scents arise!
Blind man sees anew
De la lumière à travers les branches
Des senteurs verdâtres de fleur émergent !
L'aveugle voit à nouveau
Lost kids in the woods
The human-faced tree stares,
Hidden in the dark
Enfants perdus dans les bois
L'arbre à visage humain observe,
Caché dans l'obscurité
Vegetables grow -
Among the desolation
Such foodie colours!
Des légumes poussent -
Parmi la désolation
Tant de couleurs gourmandes !
From Time To Time.From Time To Time.From Time To Time.2 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Want to know the value of ten years?
Why don’t you try asking a newly divorced couple?
And see if they have any wasted tears.
Want to know the value of three years?
Why don’t you try asking an exhausted graduate?
And see if they are ready to start their career.
Want to know the value of nine months?
Why don’t you try asking a distraught mum?
And see if she misses her baby bump.
Want to know the value of four weeks?
Why don’t try asking someone who has been fired?
And see if they like prospect of living on the streets.
Want to know the value of an hour?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed their alarm?
And see if they still had time to eat breakfast and shower.
Want to know the value of a minute?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed the last train?
And see if they will be momentarily pushed to their limits.
No matter the amount,
Every single moment counts.
Even when the first day becomes every day
And all the seconds a
-a forest walk--ripples caused by koi--a forest walk-2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Do you see the rain my love? / apart from raging storms?
Can we speak without the fire/ of lightning in your eyes?
Will the sea and currents now divide us?/ Will we drift apart?
-pepper pod wings -
Stillness follows plunking toads/ watched by dragonflies
the air is sweetened by your presence/ next to me on mossy rocks
too far away from memory now/ are others like yourself
-watching you sleep -
Painted without hands/ the sky dances on the pond
Heron feed on fish and clouds/ tasting much the same
A little fire boiling tea/ and unspoken emotions
cherry blossoms caressing hair/ stirred by evening and starlight
tasting the remains of sweet memories/ longing for new
distantly lanterns awaken / quietly we ignore them
moonlight gently held/ within your eyes and smile
as laughter finds what was lost/ returned and restored
slipping past the dawn/ a new day, enhanced by dew
-finding lossin the sky, stars now falling-finding loss2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
from the river rises steam
wishes made, but seldom granted
Fate is cold...and sometimes mean
faster than the speed of light
from the river rises steam
Fate is cold...and sometimes mean
between us both a candle flickers
and by your lips i often burn
upon the ground
between us both a candle flickers
with just whisper it is gone
and fields of ice your eyes soon turn
a foolish game of breaking hearts
a thousand fires
an invisible lake
beyond the city
with just a whisper it is gone
wishes made but seldom granted
a foolish game of breaking hearts
in the sky, stars now falling
-the connection-ships passing-the connection-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothing more than
the briefest of glances
what might otherwise exist
on any other day
HaikuWriMo1HaikuWriMo1 month ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Church spire, stretching,
weds the moon.
and a heavy heat;
steeds of elven knights,
armoured all in blue.
upon orange glass:
a specimen, fossilised
veined in gold—
fallen like snowdrops.
Eagle in flight,
great wings cradling
peeking from a soft,
smoky grey duvet.
The world settles;
the heavens awaken—
two arrows in tandem.
The yellow of an
crinkled paper moon.
Tangled in old web—
a spider, noosed.
of a smudged landscape:
pot of molten gold
along the treetops.
Love's Love Letter from the HeartbrokenLest by some ugly turnLove's Love Letter from the Heartbroken2 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Or twist of hideous fate
I do not achieve what I yearn
For the hardships are too great
And the road is too long
and I carry too many crosses
And I'm too weak to be strong
And my gains become my losses
Then let this be my reminder:
This moment of clarity.
Where I remove the cynical blinder
And remember Love's charity.
That I feel the warmth of a stranger
And I see the cold for the season
That I feel trust despite the danger
And I see the pain for all its reason
That I hear the laughter of a child
As the original Sacred Prayer
And that moment which she smiled
I felt that G-d truly cared.
That I inhaled the rain as it fell
And reveled in its scent
That I found myself in its smell
From my childhood fondly spent
That I touched you in spring streams
And buried you in the leaves of Fall.
That I tasted you in dreams,
Especially those I don't recall.
That I have loved all of the above
And will find myself again inside Her
So if you ever forget me, Love,
Let this mo
catharsis.i.catharsis.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
The devil watched me dreaming,
kissed my wrists
and painted my lips with blood.
I bartered for my place in heaven,
but I was buried too deep
to be heard.
He pushed me
out to sea and I
valiantly tried to drown.
Le temps des larmes(English version below)Le temps des larmes4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Son bourreau vit dans ses yeux de jais
Une désolation si profonde, à se noyer dedans.
Un regard qui implorait une justice plus juste que celle de la faux.
Cela ne dura qu'un instant, mais cette âme perdue
Grava son existence achevée sur le basalte de son coeur.
Son bourreau en perdit le goût de sa vie, le goût du meurtre.
Son humanité enfouie au plus profond de lui faisait-elle enfin surface?
Frappant ses côtes telle un tambour de guerre semant destruction.
Désormais, sur ses épaules pesait le poids pesant de la mort.
Rentrant d'une journée plus sombre qu'une nuit de cendres;
Son bourreau, de ses mains lourdes encore tremblantes
Enleva son funeste masque humidifié de perles de larmes,
Puis s'endormit dans son dernier sommeil.
Title : Time for tears
His executioner saw in his jet eyes
A desolation so profound, that you drown in it.
A gaze that begged a f
New GrowthSometimes I wonder if humanity is capable of new growth?New Growth3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How come history keeps on repeating itself, restlessly, over and over again?
Have we learned nothing of suffering?
Of whole generations condemned to the simple act of dying?
Genocide is still at large and we act as if it ended with the fall of the Nazis.
But then, we ignore the existence of the Neo Nazis.
Blindfolded we are by the media and the government
who feed us the same empty promises.
Each holding the same flavor as the last...
And my generation, drowning in the apathy of facebook and twitter...
Apathy of themselves, the lost generation.
Did the passion of the 60s wear inspiration down?
How come we have allowed the fall of two giants scare us back to our little holes?
“I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together”