Locked and LoadedI am broken. I’m a waste.Locked and Loaded1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me something I don’t know
Say it to my face
You think you know me better
‘Cause of things you don’t remember
You’re trying to make me hurt
My self-esteem’s in the dirt
Pick out all my flaws and laugh at every one
I’m just a stubborn kid with a loaded gun
In the middle of the desert
Taking shots at the sun
But my body is the M16
My mouth is the trigger
My lungs; the magazine
And if you can’t already see
I’m about ready
To go on a killing spree
If you can’t shut up long enough
To hear what I have to say
Then I’m locked and loaded
Have a nice day.
We Are HumanHumans fear many things. For a species that has taken over the world, numbers upwards of seven billion, one would think we would have nothing to fear. We’re at the top of the food chain…right?We Are Human7 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
And yet we fear.
We’re many sided and have many layers. We’ve created many things, both terrible and great.
Fear is a funny thing. It sneaks up on you. It strains your lungs, thickens the beat of your heart. It sends chills up your spine; it makes it hard to swallow, to think. Fear can make you run. It can make you scream. Fear is a powerful force, hard to tame, hard to ignore.
It can freeze you as a knife comes down, or it can make you lightning fast.
Some fears are simple. The fear of a snake, slithering through the weeds. The fear of a spider, its eight legs treading lightly up your leg. The fear of the dark, pressing all around and hiding that which lurks in its shadows.
There are many fears, fear of life, of death, of l
HideTo hide who you are from the world is to hide who you are from yourself.Hide7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We WishWe wish,We Wish9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We wish for life.
We Wish for wealth.
We wish for love.
We wish upon a star,
To make dreams come true,
To make life brighter,
We wish for health.
We wish for fame.
We wish as flip the coin into the well,
For such a small token we want grand things,
We wish for all matter of things,
Big and small,
We wish because we’d rather wish than grab our dreams,
And make them come true ourselves,
We wish for a job that we love,
We wish for happiness,
When happiness cannot be wished for,
We wish for things that cannot be granted,
We should take our lives by the hand,
And show it where we want to be,
What are dreams are,
What we wish upon that star,
Should be something we’re willing to fight for,
Yet we wish,
And dream and wish,
What do you wish?
When I Shall DieWhen I shall dieWhen I Shall Die1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask not for a coffin
To display my mortal body
To the Earth beneath.
I ask not for a funeral
A celebration of my life and memory
Though both would be soon forgotten
I ask not for roses nor lilies
To slowly rot away in coherence with me.
When I shall die
I merely ask for a stone
With my name etched onto its soul
And of this stone I beg,
To remember me
Remember I was here , that I existed,
For all eternity.
The angels are cryingQuiet now,The angels are crying6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The angel's are crying.
See their tears fall from heaven.
Can you hear their thundering,
They turn the sky grey,
Sending the sun away.
They drown the earth with their tears,
They want everyone to hear their fears.
Cause with every burst of lightening,
An angel's heart is breaking.
Six Word Story: SaleSale: One bruised and cracked heart.Six Word Story: Sale8 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
We're All Mad HereAm I mad?We're All Mad Here8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or is this the new type of normal?
Everywhere I look I see people with problems:
Depression, Bipolar, Borderline, Anxiety...
Is there a person left who isn't mental?
Or is this what the world is now?
Has the whole world gone psychotic?
I see my friends and they all have problems.
They're all just like me:
Broken, tarnished, hurting, wanting life to be different...
Is there anyone who doesn't wish things could change?
Is anyone truly happy with their life?
Is there anyone who wouldn't trade their lot in a heartbeat?
Is there anyone who's still whole inside?
Or has the world succumbed to darkness?
We're all mad here.
( 4/04/2014 )Everything here is so fucking( 4/04/2014 )1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
loud and this dragon eyed girl
doesn’t feel like filtering
She doesn’t want to answer
the phone today, either, so-
she stuffs her ears with
her mouth with new
as she kisses
socks now too
their mixed &
Real ladies wouldn’t
dare step outside
wearing one pink
& one green sock,
but she’s no lady.-
A red lipped hermit
holding a knife to her
own throat, screaming-
the sun and
the rain on her face
for the first time
Oh poets with your
pretty words and
this is what true
Secret WishesLive for a day,Secret Wishes9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Far beyond the sun.
Live for a night,
Hidden on the dark of the moon.
Live for tomorrow’s unknown,
And yesterday’s memories.
Fly on your dreams,
Awake and asleep.
Fight for your soul,
If you lose it, no one will know.
Swim deep in an ocean of tears,
Shed for broken dreams,
And faces unseen.
Find the heart that beats in the dark,
Cup it gently-it will shatter if jarred.
Whisper secrets as it beats,
Slow and deep,
Haunting wishes slip away,
As the heart tears them away.
Hold tight, weary man,
For the end has not yet come,
Riches still to be discovered,
In this world of wonder.
Ancient voices whisper,
Their lives hidden deep,
Their mysteries still uncovered,
Deep within the past.
Ghost of yesterday slip past,
Their broken souls weep,
For dreams unknown,
While your heart still beats,
And your mind still thinks,
Know an answer’s always there.
Lose not your dreams in misery,
Hold them tight and still believe,
That one day they will come to pass,
In this thre
Our WorldWe live in a world,Our World8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Speeding towards demise.
DiseasedEat away until nothing remains,Diseased8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spread through flesh and bone,
Leave nothing alone,
Hide until nothing can be done.
Plague the loved,
A heart falling by inches,
Is cured by poison,
That leaves sickness in its wake.
Fall into the dark,
The pain leaves no mark,
No blood is spilled,
No mortal wound is seen,
The killer is hidden,
Behind skin and bone.
It saps life as it spread,
Greedy and merciless,
It cares not for age,
For love or life,
It eats away in the night,
Despite all attempts,
A soul fades away.
Keep back soulless disease,
Don’t affect me,
Nothing can be done,
The sickness has already begun,
And the cure is poison to be sure.
Death is horrid enough,
But cancer is worse,
For you fall by inches,
And fight yourself.
I Remember the Day When Earth FellOften the young children will come to me and ask, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"I Remember the Day When Earth Fell3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will look to them and say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."
I remember the screaming people, the panicking outcries of a billion voices clamoring against the vastness of extinction.
I remember the airships that took us to the sky and beyond, breaking free from our doomed world and into the infinite blackness of space.
I remember staring out my window, screaming in fear at the blazing gunfire streaming from the monstrous airships in hot pursuit.
I remember my father holding me close as he always did, whispering, "Have no fear, child, for we will live to see another year."
I remember witnessing the bombs being dropped, sealing our exile with blinding white light.
So when they come to me, those young ones with hungry minds, and ask me, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"
As always I will look to them and kindly say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."
Angel of NothingShe stands alone,Angel of Nothing6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fair of face,
Piled in grace,
Golden locks fall to her waist,
Serene smile in place,
Eyes of blue, empty true,
She’s an Angel you know,
Not like us, no.
She has no wings,
No halo to glow,
But her beauty is otherworldly you know,
She’s hollow inside,
She knows she’s nothing but a lie,
Porcelain body with ashes within,
She’s the Angel of the Nothing,
And all she can do is smile.
The Pains of Modern TimesPrompt: Modern painsThe Pains of Modern Times2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A broken world limps around the sun,
In the face of hard times.
A withering world limps around the sun,
Is there no end?
Shot for his race,
“Hands Up! Don’t shoot!”
Shot for his proud pen,
“Je Suis Charlie!”
Murdered for nothing at all,
Chocked by those who serve and protect,
“I can’t breathe.”
Shot for her beliefs,
“I believe in the power of the voice of woman.”
Where has it all gone wrong?
For the people are dying,
And the world should be crying,
When people are killed,
For being nothing more than who they are.
The artists are crying for Charlie,
African Americans are crying for Michael,
And Eric too,
But what a shock that was.
The world is shaking to its core,
What will happen next?
Who will face impending death?
For doing no harm?
For committing no crime?
Except for being bl
The Beast in the CaveWhat was once left, has become my rightThe Beast in the Cave9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and that which was right has been replaced
by solid stone.
And my plight echoing
in the darkness.
To my terrible conclusion, I am completely lost.
No mere metaphor unfortunately, but in actuality
in the depths of a cave.
Nevermore to see the sun.
Hope lost to the darkness encroaching,
surely my demise approaching.
Why oh why did I forsake the footsteps
of my companions?
I should applaud myself for losing them
so brilliantly, like the very light I seek.
No one to blame in the dark but myself,
my thoughts bound to me, suffocating.
My flashlight has expired,
but not my desire to survive
found in each unsure footstep treading
just so, so as not to the earth let go.
Freefall into the abyss, the way I’m spiraling
into my own mind.
To save my thoughts I focus on what once was,
the remains of a village history forgot in these caverns.
The people who dwelled here now only a memory
of the cave itself.
More victims swallowed up by time
Friend, Are You Okay?“Are you okay?”Friend, Are You Okay?5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you were completely honest,
You wouldn’t answer this question so quickly.
I can see,
Past your eyes.
I know what goes on inside of your mind.
Someone stole your light
And you’re stumbling through the night.
Trying to see,
But you can’t break the darkness.
And if you were completely honest,
You wouldn’t say you were fine.
Giving away your secrets,
Like an invitation.
To come and study your head,
Studying every tear you’ve ever shed.
And if you were honest,
In this moment.
I can see you’re trying to cover it up
With little smiles
And pretty eyes
To cover up your lies.
As your soul slowly dies.
And you’re left with nothing more,
Than nothing at all.
And if I were completely honest
I would tell you
That none of those things are true.
That you can be the light
To get you through the night
And that if you start to flicker
I’ll be the flame,
To reignite your hope.
I’ll be your rope
To pull you through this.
PiecesI say that I’m alright becausePieces8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is easier to lie, than for you
to peel away the layers, and be
disappointed with the person
I am underneath.
Art Needs YouA scene can be painted with words as well as brush strokes. The words are like the colors. There tone, the specific word, can change the meaning of a sentence drastically. The page, whether it is a computer page or paper, is the canvas.Art Needs You8 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
It is the blank slate that an artist must put their mark. The idea can be daunting-How am I to fill a space so white? So blank? Then the words-or the paint-begin to flow. The idea was there all along, just waiting to be freed. It may not be what was originally intended, but it is art nonetheless. It doesn’t have to be Da Vinci or Hemingway. It may never reach greatness. However, you created something, no matter how novice, or how professional. Its practice, learning, and heart. You can’t have art without heart.
You pour heart and soul into everything you create. It makes the art come to life. You post it with faith and hope. Faith that you’d done the best you could. Hope that others would like what you worked so hard to create