Why Books SuckLet me write you a story of all you want to hear. Of intercourse and romance, drugs and beer.Why Books Suck2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of simple plots and story devices, where no thinking is required.
I'll even make it into a series, everything you've desired.
Pick it up in the middle, why not? It's all the same. So-and-so get together,
there's sex on every page. It's the best story in the world, and it only took me six days!
Don't worry about morals, there's none to be learned.
If you hate life-long lessons, then enjoy every word.
The characters are flat with the basic of descriptions, with no voice of their own.
If one dies, no tears will be shed, there's another just around the bend.
They have no flaws to their name, no special traits to distinguish them, they're all the same.
Don't worry about remembering them, this story is stress-free, here for your pleasure.
You'll hold it like a treasure, believe it's the best thing ever written.
Oh, and do not feel guilty, do not feel smitten.
Each line was without effort, it was wri
Pauses where.The pausePauses where.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between the casual
recounting of my day and
doesn't sound like
I love you.
But you don't hear
I've stopped missing you, either,
Of leaving pieces.Understand this: that love is a religionOf leaving pieces.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of birds, of restlessness, of flight.
Of moving somewhere warmer when the cold sets in,
of longing, of leaving, of being
the one left behind, of feathers,
of an empty nest in the heart of winter,
nestled in some firm elbow of brittle branches
that stopped reaching for the sky when the last
leaf fell, bleak against a landscape of
blacks and whites and greys save for one
little piece of red string,
tucked lovingly among the twigs,
so dutifully gathered, piece by piece,
by a creature who had seen winters before,
but made a home for himself here anyway.
permanence.Permanence,permanence.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or the reason I haven't stopped loving you yet.
Because I've never wanted to. Because
dementia runs in the family,
and I will forget everything, even
the sound of my own voice. My children
and their children, warm or disinterested
strangers who speak too loudly and
point to photographs of people
I may have lived with or seen
in a movie once. They'll call me mother,
or Stephanie, say other names
I won't recognise, and none of it
will mean a thing. But if I love you,
if for sixty years I love you,
then I will remember that.
StardustYour body is made of stardust.Stardust4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How cool is that? Just
Think about it. Stardust.
Your body is a universe
With your heart as its sun,
And it has been pumping
To keep you alive
Since you begun –
A whole sun
Wants you here.
Your lungs are two galaxies;
Each an inhaling and exhaling
And they work their hardest
To keep you okay –
Two entire galaxies
Want you to stay.
Your blood cells are meteors,
Going as fast they can
To keep you safe and sound –
Millions of magnificent meteors
Want you around.
Our souls are night skies
And our flaws
Are constellations that
Make us who we are –
Making us each as unique
As each and every star.
Please, don’t become a supernova tonight.
.pour love all.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
over, then strike
the fire will
burn itself out,
but the ruins
.the shadows bruise the.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sunlight while the moon
weeps in the darkness
alcoholism is the last to blamewhen you don't drink,alcoholism is the last to blame6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you can't blame the mistakes you make on inebriation.
you have to hold them close to your chest
and pray that nobody else sees them before you prepare your defence,
before you scratch away their most soiled parts
and spit-shine the rest,
and even then you spend your life
praying that nobody will ever look any closer
because spit and hope can only conceal so much.
.got eyes so.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
out your heart
like a pip
A tutorial to write a Poem...You want to write a poem?A tutorial to write a Poem...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You want to write a poem?
I'll tell you how it's done
Just throw around some rhyming words
Then add a random pun
You want to write a poem?
You want a lot of views?
Just take a famous subject
Maybe something from the news
You want to write a poem?
It won't even take a while
Just search some famous quotes up
'You'll find that life is worthwhile"
You want to write a poem?
Well, you know what
.you broke.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that there was
--1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can't make you love it
( how do you like your new
rubber duck? )
.i dug up the.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
past again, those
i set them loose
inside the house
and now we have
Beginning and EndBeginning and EndBeginning and End6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The lights dimmed,
The moon rose.
The spirits lifted,
The blood froze.
The wind died,
The book closed.
So ends the life of someone
That was never there.
So ends the dreams of someone
Who had never cared.
So ends me,
And so ends you
As the sun rises
And the moon sets,
The demons sleep,
And the blood dries.
The wind picks up,
The pages flip open,
Back to life once more.
So begins the life of someone
Who thought they were a no one.
So begins the existence of someone
Who thought they never cared.
So begins you,
And so begins me.
.sooner or later,.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the tooth fairy picks up a
hammer and chisel
Sometimes, It's Okay To CrySometimes, it's okay to cry.Sometimes, It's Okay To Cry1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's okay to let the world see your tears.
Sometimes, it's okay to be angry.
But the hardest is to be angry at the right time, for the right reason.
Sometimes, it's okay to let your emotions show.
Because you've been strong for too long.
Sometimes, things can shatter you permanently
But you've got to pick up the pieces and mend them back together again.
You can't stay broken forever.
Just because it's okay to cry,
Doesn't mean that you should live your life in tears.
It doesn't mean that you have to be weak.
The hardest part is telling people that you're 'not okay'.
The hardest part is telling people that you 'need help'.
Because sometimes, it's okay to not be strong.
we used to fly togetheri've got a good memory,we used to fly together5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i was surprised to find the box;
full of our scribbled conversations
and protestations (no, that's not right)
declarations, no, dreams
of what the future might look like.
we were young, vibrant, and
beautiful (and inseparable, once)
and we thought we knew how to
take hold of the future.
for my part, i struggled with
age as if i had a chance of winning;
our battles were the talk of the town.
you, you took to the passing of time
with an eagerness that showed
just how ready you were
to put away
the notions of childhood.
i've got a good memory,
but it's easy to be selective,
pick and choose the moments
that i want to relive.
we were foolish, confident
(and oh, so alive)
and we fell into our roles
with a predictability
that is near miraculous
i doomed myself to the role of
the forever-child, always looking back,
always dreaming of the carefree days.
you quickly ran out of adventures,
and set about finding new myst
on unlearning how to diethe space between intention andon unlearning how to die2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inaction has been redefined. they say
the first step to sadness is
to be happy. the second step
is learning loss. they tell us
depression is an abundance of emotions
but everyone here is a balloon
deflated with time, a sun
dimming as years eat away years
and everything changes but
nothing's really different at all.
we drowned before we even saw
the sea, dreaming of that cemetery
a million miles deep; and still,
I cry for the people worth forgetting:
the girl who couldn't take enough
sleeping pills to live her dreams,
the boy so doped out on an inability
to live that he told us about his trips
to Jupiter and back, and
expected us to believe him. the girl
with a ghost smile named after the prayer
she was born to forget, the boy
who slept like an angel and cried like
a fallen, and me, me
choking on gravity and the ever-growing
weight of my own fucking inadequacy
tied tightly around my neck like a noose
not quite designed properly, right,
because I survived.
Our Captain (Robin Williams Remembrance Poem)Oh, CaptainOur Captain (Robin Williams Remembrance Poem)7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We’ve never had,
A Friend like You.
You came to us as an Alien,
from the Planet Ork.
But through the Years,
You made Home in Our Hearts
We Saluted You over the Airwaves
We Watched You get Sucked in a Game,
And Haul Your Family in the Big Rolling Turd.
You were a British Nanny,
Who was actually their Dad.
A Business Man,
Who was actually Peter Pan.
A Crazy Scientist,
Making a Being called Flubber.
Who Just Wanted to be Free.
You were a Robot,
Made of Rusty Old Parts.
We’ve never had,
A Friend like You.
You became the Man of the Year,
And the Wax Figurine Exhibit
Of the Twenty-Sixth President
Of the United States of America.
You Were the World’s Greatest Dad,
And the World’s Greatest Therapist.
You Had a License to Wed
And be a Kid,
Who Grew Up Four Times Too Fast.
You only Won One Oscar.
But that’s okay.
We Love all Your Other Works Anyways…
We Will Miss You
JourneyElevenJourney10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’m part of a local kids’ theatre group
I get all the lead roles;
I am confident.
I’m on registers for being
‘Gifted and Talented’;
My future is bright.
I’m not popular or pretty
But I’m too innocent;
I don’t see why it should matter.
I start high school.
My friend’s mum picks me up.
I get home.
She’s in the hospital.
They lie to me;
She has a
I believe them.
‘Ellie, I have cancer.’
I never trust anyone again.
I quit the theatre club.
Mum isn’t worse,
So I assume she’s
We go to Italy,
Me and her.
We have fun.
Yeah, she’s definitely getting better.
My mum can’t die;
In and out of hospital.
Living off of
Everyone acts like I know.
I don’t know anyth
Curing Depression in Seven Easy Steps1. apologize profusely toCuring Depression in Seven Easy Steps1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ones you were honest with,
the ones who believe in you,
the ones who never cared,
the boy who thought you were
worth it, the girl who stayed up
all night to hear you breakdown,
the doctors, the nurses, the stars,
your scars, your little brother
who told you he hoped your sad
would go away, yourself
2. fall in love with someone
who doesn’t understand you.
write poems about his eyes being
a lighthouse, and his hands
being sirens. tell him he is
your happiness, he makes you
better. tell him his scars are
beautiful, he is so breathtakingly
beautiful that it’s reasonable
you should cry; love him
infinitely, love him like they say
you need to love yourself
3. eat away emotions
you didn’t realize you had. eat
when you’re sad, eat when
you’re bored, eat when he forgets
to call. eat when you think
you’re the only person alive
in a dead universe, eat when
you don’t remember when you
were last happy; pretend
the emptiness is
WingsI clipped her wingsWings7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And threw her off the cliff
To see if she would fly.
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm FTM.Dear Mom and Dad,Dear Mom and Dad, I'm FTM.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before you overreact or get upset, I'd like to say that this has nothing to do with the way you raised and are still currently raising me. I love you both and I always will even if sometimes I don't show it; you mean a lot to me. I want you to know I'm still your child and I love you no matter what, and I hope that's the same for me. I want to be honest with you. I don't want to hide who I am. I want to be free; especially in my own home. I want to be able to come home and be able to be accepted and greeted as I would like. I want to tell you. I've been trying to tell you but there's always something that keeps me from doing it. I hope you will love me regardless of this. I just hope you don't overreact and cry. I'm not good when people cry; especially people that I care for. I want you to know this is NOT a phase. I've been feeling this way ever since I was a kid. I finally came to the conclusion about it; and I've been thinking about it since I was 6. Probably even