The Music We MakeI feel your heartThe Music We Make1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Beating softly with mine
A pure harmony
Burrowing deep inside
Crescendos and allegros—
intertwining mirrors of our
actions, your baritone echoing my alto,
our hearts the metronome to the rhythms
of our voices lifted raised in the wordless
music of our song.
Though I don’t know the words
I merely sing the melody
letting the beating of our
hearts slowly lead me
to the words waiting inside
The cavernous organ where words
coalesce and convalesce, unearthing
phrases yet unspoken and thoughts
undisclosed…our song—my song and
your song, two favorites written and
recorded as night stretches unending
And I listen as
our song weaves together
a lazy, loving ballad
telling tales of both
now and forever
So let’s listen to the stories
we hear in our heartbeats
as our pulses race and soar,
aching to synchronize beneath
the moon’s glow as
We let the world fall away,
disappear into the flowing of
our music, the lovely lyr
WishWish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were here,
I miss your touch,
I miss your kiss.
I wish you were here,
I miss your soft lips,
I miss your pale skin.
I wish you were here,
No one can save me,
I keep falling into the dark.
I wish you were here,
To push me up,
To save my soul.
I wish you were here,
I open my eyes.
You smile at me.
"Did you had a bad dream?"
Please come backYou yell 'leave me alone'Please come back3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I whisper 'please come back'
While you sit on your throne
And I'm about to crack
You just let me lie here and die
You don't even give me a thought
You always said, that you would be mine
I am bleeding tears, not blood
We had so much planned
I think back of our song
Why won't you understand
That it's with me you belong
A huge silence so loud
Past is past, done is done
I want to remove the clouds
And look straight into the sun
Kago (Cage)鳥の群れKago (Cage)10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tori no mure
Yuuki wo daseba
Kago wo desasenu
Flock of birds
If they'd gather courage
To the blue sky...
Only a feeling of powerlessness
Doesn't let them leave the cage
Mutual EvilBroken flags, shattered hearts,Mutual Evil4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bullets drag these men apart.
Both are right, both know best,
Both will fight with equal zest.
Blood is spilled, none can tell
Whose blood is whose, which men have fell?
Who goes to heaven, and who to hell?
Comrades all will fight the scum!
No! Aryan men will overcome!
Mother Russia's dearly proud,
(But retreat is not allowed)
The fatherland will rise above,
(But out of fear, not of love)
Homeless peasants take a gun,
To fight the old, the weak and young
Who represent the master race,
To question why is NOT YOUR PLACE!
They kill to live and live to kill,
The motherland will have its fill.
A thousand men, a thousand feet,
Now bleeding out upon the street.
Kill them all, we are strong;
(This will solve all that's wrong)
We are evil, they are not,
They deserve what they have got.
WinterdustWhen Kamui is seven, he finds his father sitting in a chair in a stark, bare room with his head in his hands. An old nurse passes him at the doorway, dressed in white with a clipboard under her arm. She takes a moment to kneel down and ruffle Kamui's messy, uncombed hair; her smile is sad, and Kamui doesn't understand.Winterdust3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There are other people in the room, too. Their low murmurs make his father's shoulders shake and Kamui sees a white sheet pulled over his mother's face, before a bundle wrapped in white (white white white) is placed gently into his father's arms. His father's cheeks are damp and mottled, but he looks down at the bundle and smiles, just like the nurse. He looks up and sees Kamui still hovering at the doorway, and beckons him over.
Kamui peers into the folds of fabric. He sees a chubby brown face with clear gray eyes (kind of like his?) staring back at him, quietly, and Kamui still doesn't quite get it but he knows enough to be unnerved anyway.
I Built A HouseI built a houseI Built A House10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of stone and sweat
Loftily held together
By thousand of memories.
Within my stone stock-hold
Held some piece of me
And I hoped
It would hold you too,
That it would embrace you
And you would see the beauty
To be found in its stony arms
Cracks and crevices.
And though try as I am
This isn't what you see
What your willing to believe.
All you see are stone walls
Surrounding an empty place
Blocking your view of the sea.
I built a house
Of stone and sweat
To hold you close to me,
Meant to be a home
For our hearts with windows
So we could always
View our sea.
But instead I built walls
And a house of stone and sweat
To build you a home.
Tobacco and PeppermintWe wait in the car outside,Tobacco and Peppermint1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my hand dangling from the window,
my fingernails kissed with fog.
Silvery curls of smoke
rise like a dragon's breath
from the thing between my fingers.
You look at me, horrified,
staring at the black and blue
stains upon my tongue,
the marks of damage
cutting deep into my skin,
deep beneath tissue,
deep enough to corrode my bones.
I'm living in someone else's death,
borrowing a pair of cheap, shriveled lungs
that rattle loosely like leaves
in my chest.
I exhale a fresh, decaying breath,
and though I try to be diplomatic,
I know in my heart I'm just mocking you.
"Those things are gonna kill you,"
you tell me, all sage wisdom and disapproval
and sudden concern for my well-being.
"It's six bucks for a pack of cancer."
I try to laugh, and cough
then laugh some more
at the fact that I can't breathe.
In a greasy ashtray, I stamp out
my last flimsy cigarette,
ash and sorrow lying dead
in the dimly lit embers.
If only I could stamp you out
as easily as I've stamped
forgive me.forgive me for being pretty,forgive me.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because i'm always going to be a slut.
forgive me for being ugly,
well, no matter how little i wear,
i'll never be beautiful enough.
forgive me for being skinny,
because i'm fragile and weak.
forgive me for being fat,
well, no matter what i've been through
i'll never be able to speak.
forgive me for being strong,
because no one will even let me fight.
forgive me for being weak,
well, no matter how much you yell at me,
i'll never be right.
forgive me for loving a man,
because i'll never be under attack.
forgive me for loving a woman,
well, no matter what i love,
i'll never be loved back.
forgive me for being educated,
because i can't have power.
forgive me for being ignorant,
because i was giving birth during school hours.
forgive me for being a feminist,
because i have no right to speak.
forgive me for fighting for equality,
because my voice is dainty and weak.
forgive me for being a daughter,
because i don't deserve an education.
forgive me for being
MONSTERThere is a monster in front of meMONSTER3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pointing out my flaws
telling me who I can't be
digging in it's claws
The monster laughs
mocks and sneers
"see what you've done?"
building on my fears
I cower, try to hide
the monster beats at me
the I realize it lied
I face the monster
and pull back my arm
get ready to fight back
end all the harm
my fist hits the monster
the lies the pain the fear
I walk away
leaving the shattered mirror
life(less).the poison escapeslife(less).1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
& the saturation
takes my blood's shape,
restoring life occupied
by a miscalculated mistake.
electrolytes & adrenaline
intravenously dripped & injected
are replacing what i
at speeds that question
if angels roam the earth.
they're waiting for a confession,
probably an apology or two,
now that they think that
they're reducing the hurt.
poised on the couch
& my mind is working against
time makes a fool of them
& the silence is better
as a teacher
than any explanation.
"it's always been this way,"
i manage to stammer,
"for as long as i
can possibly remember."
that doesn't satisfy
the minutes it's costing
& who can afford this
but i think i'm paying
with my sanity, dignity,
& all that's aching.
but what if
i had pushed a little deeper
climbed a little steeper
tried a little more
to finish what i began -
would i still be stripped bare
& forced to cave in
to their demands?
i've grown weary of
right & wr
Dreamer of DreamsEyes so green – deeper than the seas and withDreamer of Dreams2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Thoughts so far away; she was the dreamer of all dreams.
They told her she couldn’t succeed
Yet she tried and tried.
And eventually fell victim
To the abuse and lies.
Her smile held beauty that none could compare, but her
Confidence was shaken and she was struck with despair.
For the words that they had spoken
Got lost inside her head.
To the world she was alive,
But in her heart she was dead.
She found solace in a friend whose name we all know:
Crack cocaine became her lover and it became her foe.
Now she felt she had done
What they said she would do.
“Not only am I a failure,
But I am an addict too.”
She lost her name to the drugs and the smoke hid her face.
But sometimes in the dark you could hear them whispering,
Only when she was alone they would creep and crawl…
To the pipe, she knows, she gave it her all.
Entice her with your dance; the devil that you are.
Their words were nothing
But the needles sure l
painyou're disgusting.pain10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i hope you know that every time you show your face,
i cringe, collapse into rage.
you flay my body with cutting board scissors
and laugh at the sight of my blood.
it's everywhere, staining everything.
my clothes are ruined,
splotched with your dirty curse.
i can't ignore you
when you're so persistent,
grinding me like coffee beans
to grit beneath your boots.
i'm a shipwreck. you're the bottom of the ocean,
i collapse into bathroom stalls
like a rag doll,
falling on my knees and begging for mercy.
you're the reason i have medication.
i swallow pill after pill,
but they don't let me forget you.
i feel you within me,
twisting, pulling at my guts.
there's some idea out there
that women are like snow-capped strawberries,
but you are the part of me
that releases the bitter, razor-edged leaves.
my mom tells me i'm being melodramatic.
it's just a period, after all.
.pour love all.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
over, then strike
the fire will
burn itself out,
but the ruins
PurifyPurifyPurify1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
“Even my conditioning has been conditioned,”
This is why all people have these pre-conceived notions;
We’re taught certain things at a young age,
And these ways of thinking go back to your parents’ ways,
Then so on and so forth, your condition has been conditioned,
And conditioned, and conditioned, and ultimately created,
Because this is what we use to keep ourselves safe,
From the evils of the world, the immorality that inhabits it,
But over time, over our years on this Earth,
We must be aware of these various conditions,
And cleanse ourselves of these seemingly pre-determined positions;
Once you have found this, you’ll understand that so many people need to make themselves pure.
But it isn’t their fault; it truly isn’t,
It’s just their deep conditioner has created a greasy outlook on this beautiful world.
Depression and I are Fuck BuddiesWhen I was young I made a friend.Depression and I are Fuck Buddies8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was kind of quiet-
a loner, like me.
She wore a long cloak of stars and melodies
that would wrap around us both when she got close.
As we got older
we became closer-
until she was all I could see.
She gave me words of comfort,
whispered when no one was around.
And I would hold her close,
Keeping her curled up inside.
Even when she was mean,
I would forgive her.
If she made me cry,
I would hold her closer.
We are never apart for very long,
though the people around us would try
and rip us from each other’s grasp.
She would simply disappear
for hours or days or months.
And soon she would sneak in my bedroom
with her cloak of starlight and music
and hold me in a lovers’ embrace.
Dreaming of SpringWe managed to fit a whole year into a day. Spring sat nicely between eight o'clock and breakfast time, gently shaking off winter's frost and teasing the sun from the horizon. With the sheets still possessively wrapped around us, we crawled out of bed and looked out the window. April had painted itself across the morning sky with strokes of green, and we wandered downstairs with light footsteps.Dreaming of Spring5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In a breath of rain and flower-scented breezes, early summer tipped its hat at noon. Our fingers sticky with maple syrup, we groped hopefully at the memories of cherry pancakes and orange juice. A summer storm brewed past one 'clock, drenching us as the clouds fell from the sky with a soft moan of pleasure, quickly becoming a roar on the windowpanes.
The rest of the afternoon was hot and sticky. We lived in a world of lemonade and cherry stems, twisting our lips into crazy contortions as we attempted to tie knots with our teeth. Laughing out loud when we finally succeeded.
The hands on the clock
reflections.I watched you destroyreflections.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by destroy, i mean explode
and exploding is the easy way out.
I'd rather burst into flames, the heroic way.
i made a puzzle out of our faces
i glued it together, i could never put your eyes together
nothing ever fit there was always a speck of something reflecting in the pupil.
but it was never me.
i'd hold your hand
but you told me holding onto someone was needy
"you hold onto life" i said,
or did you?
i picked up your favorite marble and threw it across the room
i watched you sit there, and stare at it rolling farther and farther away
i watched you let it go
you'd let me go, but no one would have to throw me.
smiles are for happy people
moments are for people worth remembering
puzzles are for people with too much time
reflections are for people who you want to see.
but it was never me.