Endlessi could talk to youEndless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until my throat bled
from all the sharp corners
of every word
and i'd listen to your voice
until the sun
circles the moon.
and then some
Hookedhe got attachedHooked2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was fused to him
with super glue
he pulled away
it stung me harder
EmptyIf I were a road, You’d be a travelerEmpty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a broken transmission, slashed tires
And a light that reads empty.
If I were a wreck, You’d be a passenger
With a broken windshield, bruised neck
And a face that reads empty.
If I were death, You’d be a victim
With embalming fluid, fresh makeup
And a body that reads empty.
Identityi am aIdentity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
addicted to words
the taste of summer
-six word story-kiss me till my sadness melts-six word story-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
MasqueradeIn her new satin gowns, she drowns.Masquerade2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sad and shattered heart bound tight with nothing but
creamy lace and silver buttons.
Playing dress-up with the damned.
nineit's funny how carefulnine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we are about
YesterdayyesterdayYesterday2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i nearly disposed of
and i still have to wake
up, caked in a layer of
unfeeling burn marks, just
to be swallowed by crowds
of ignorance again.
just because i'm not
coughing up a lung
doesn't mean i'm not
sick, and if you won't
help me slay this monster
by giving me over to a
hospital for souls, it's your
own damn fault i'm never
Gluei left your sorry assGlue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to decay in the dust
because my arms hurt
from carting around
all the glue it took
to fix you.
Fatefate is the slutFate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we take out for
dinner in the Las
Vegas of life.
She fucks us and
then leaves us in
a dusty hotel
room, with only our
empty pockets and
the sun bleaching
our eyes dry
Ghostsin the pivotGhosts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a single minute
i shrugged off a years worth of
and lonely ghosts
Exit WoundsI followed an impulse to the forestExit Wounds2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and was rewarded with something
band-aids can't heal.
Now my thoughts
are staining the dirt.
At least they aren't important.
11:47roses are red11:472 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
violets are blue
compliments mean nothing
when coming from you.
don't tell me i'm skinny
don't call me fat
just acknowledge i'm human
and leave it at that.
blowing my teeth out the back of my skullI.blowing my teeth out the back of my skull2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we are hynagogic wasteland words, unraveling
corpses clutching at bruised throats - white gasoline
and when your skin heals, i hope i've permeated your bones
( i will never be rid of you ).
Break MeBittersweet humanity,Break Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tear me down again,
Brick by brick I'll fall,
Bare me with your cutting words,
Rendering my soul immobile,
Leer at my brokenness,
Leave me to my fate,
Fear now controls my mind,
And it begins with the rising sun.
tenI've politely declined deathten2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for maybe the seventh time
but he's a rather persistent
fellow; he never lets my
SpiralA simple soul unjustly judged and bound,Spiral2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tears wet and smearing on ethereal cheek,
With no recourse, not one hope to be found,
Sweet death is merciful to souls so weak.
Another soul that harbors cracks inside,
An inner madness made to burst in flame,
A wicked jester laughs in homicide,
Imprisoned like the rest, one, all the same.
Another one, its senses deadened so,
It heard the silence of its memory.
It saw the fading, dim light of its glow,
It sang its final heartless melody.
We all insult, we sin, we kill, we botch,
Yet all I can do is lament and watch.
From Time To Time.From Time To Time.From Time To Time.2 years 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
twothese scars will melttwo2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with time, but the emotions
are forever branded to
the hour that birthed them and
the strangers they belong to
Springthe stale air in my lungsSpring2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is depleting with each
breath of crude spring.
my blood is melted,
my heart is smoldering
and my eyes are aflame.
the corpse of winter
lays dormant under
The jigsaw boyThe girl sits on the dusty floor,The jigsaw boy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by odds and ends.
Holding the jigsaw boy, trying to put him together again.
He fell from a very great height,
She sobs for him every night.
None of the pieces fit.
He looks up at her with empty eyes,
The colour of faded blue skies.
His skin is covered in scars and cracks,
Maps that lead her to nowhere
Round and round in circles, like a merry go round.
His soul is scattered around her like glass,
She cuts herself trying to pick the pieces up.
She tries to be distant, she tries to be kind
But in her heart she knows she broke this boy
That lies in pieces at her feet.
She crushed his heart in the palm of her hand
And now she doesn’t know what to do.
She knows that she doesn’t have much time,
Before he falls over this ledge.
He builds these walls between them,
That she will have to climb.
Life has lost its colour and time has lost its grace.
Where his heart was is now an empty space,
Pain consumes his soul.
Call Me Anything...Call me ugly,Call Me Anything...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm beautiful within.
Call me a geek,
But I'll get a future.
Call me a freak,
But I am unique.
Call me unpopular,
But I have real friends.
Call me anything,
But I'm a human being.
I am me,
and YOU cannot change that.
Holding Back TearsWho knew that just sitting in a room and trying to think over things to make yourself feel better can be so god damned difficult?Holding Back Tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I wanted was a few moments to myself because I heard that when you think you eventually feel better--
Sorry, that statement is wrong.
I sink into bed, tossing and turning;
I feel as if I got a noose around my neck
That's getting tighter as time is passing.
Not to cry;
I tell myself lie after lie
That everything'll be better
If I don't let any emotions fly.
A thousand thoughts go by
And I let out a shaky sigh;
A tear begin rolling down my cheek;
I curse myself for being so weak
But now that stopper I'd put on my bottle's starting to give--
Any minute now I'll break down and succumb to those tears
That I'd held back for all those years
Of reminiscing over my idiotic failures and fears;
I really need to switch gears
Before I expose my weakest form to those peers--
Oops! I let out a choked sob but then scold myself