Why follow the Masquerade ?The first things we're taught -Why follow the Masquerade ?9 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
None's the same, No we're not.
The next thing we're taught -
Be normal like rest of the Lot.
Why's the world such a hypocrite ?
Must my fate be confined to it's writ.
Isn't my fate, my own to scribe ..
Isn't it my life to describe ?
Why follow this masquerade?
A parading masked charade ;
That walks a beaten path.
An unchosen life that they hath.
With normality we're smitten.
Either Fit in or be Fitten !!
Isn't there space for all ?
After all, is the world so small ?
Why fit in.. when you can stand out ?
If i can't then I demand out..
I'll pave my way out at any rate.
Possibly set the beaten path straight.
PityDon't...don't pity the dead.Pity7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But the one's left behind instead.
Harmony in contrastIt indeed seemed sadHarmony in contrast1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like a prayer playing bad,
A change in letter, turned amen to omen
Changed the facts, fates have woven.
Like a tide that turned
And which never returned,
Half of yin turned to yang
Whose anthem is to be sang.
Actually t'was balance restored
Tyranny undone, equality explored.
Now there be two sides to the coin
Hand in hand opposites did join.
Even though the world was split in half
The halves gained meaning,a cry from a laugh.
Harmony in contrast ;
as peace now reigned at last..
Lies 'bout truthTo the afterlife.......Lies 'bout truth1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Truth in mind ,that's mine
Is that to forgive is divine
Regret is not what tombstone will engrave
So every mistake ,I forgot forever & forgave.
Let truth be the baggage you carry
Let truth be the bride you marry
So there remains no broken promises be mend
So no one asks a hand to lend
In this world people say........
The lies 'bout truth
That a lie,lies above truth
That it's out of line and alignment
They need to be in line for enlightenment
So I say.......
The truth is absolute
It's the solution, not
Break upShe stole his heartBreak up9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He can't find it.
Heartless......no moreShe needed space like the rest...Heartless......no more10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She left one instead in his chest...
Remained no heart to be broken
For the words already spoken,
From a confronted confess -
"You are so heartless"
Felt like his insides hollowed;
Felt like he was being followed,
By a black cloud o' lies
Rainin misery and despise.
Put up a wall and fences;
Brought up his defenses.
With pills and a session.
To himself he's confined
Else but heartbreak on his mind
A month or two passed by..
Facing the reality he's tryin to Deny.
Morbid memories he dismembers
And then he remembers....
To get somewhere wholehearted
The secret is getting started..
.. started with a day in the park
..couple o' hours before the dark
Alone in his own zone
Mathers chantin on the headphone
Caught somethin across the aisle
A beaming, beautiful smile.
More than just a few HEYs
Same went for a few day
Talked on and until late
Turned to a dinner at 8
Her beauty, grace and smile,
Life was again wort
Friends apartGood friendsFriends apart5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But when they pull
In all directions...
Where do you go?
Do you stay ?
Or get pulled apart?
Broken by an arrowShe cast,Broken by an arrow8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hit somethin'
But did cause
But she left
and with her
the arrow she took.
It wasn't theft
But the once
stolen was shook.
The repercussion was
In reality T'was that the
Fragile she'd broken
The pieces were too much to hustle
The once fragile now an unsolved puzzle
And in the while- he lost the smile
You call them Sociopaths, I call them HumansYou call them Sociopaths, I call them HumansYou call them Sociopaths, I call them Humans9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once saw this man
siting in a bench at the park
my mom told me to be careful
because he was probably mad.
I just stared into his eyes
and let my lips form a smile,
and instead of feeling fear
I just saw the mess
inside his mind.
Maybe that was the day,
I silently promised to that man
that in a not so distant future
I would help others
fix their lives.
What an unexpected surprise
was when I told my teacher
I would go to the university
to get a graduate in criminology.
And what a curious face my friend did
when I, somehow, told her
that my future career
would consist of blood and crime scenes.
"That's not what a proper lady should do,
you're so innocent you won't last a year"
and what do you expect me to be?
A bored woman sitting
in a desk asking repeatedly
"hello sir, what do you need?"
Trying to fake a smile
because I hate my job
and that's how life works?.
Well thank you, but no sir.
Many have told me it's foolish
to try to
Solving a broken heartAn arrow that hit the heartSolving a broken heart7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shattered it when pulled apart
Scattered,a jigsaw puzzle in scrambles
Left him,nothing but shambles
Time apart - a daunting task
Too much of both to ask
(but as they say...)
Broken love can only be mended
By the hands those t'was ended
New depths discovered
The void that once did harrow
Filled by the broken arrow
A broken heart bound by a tether
A jigsaw puzzle pieced together..
Nothing to WriteI have nothing to write today.Nothing to Write9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sat down with a thought and a pen,
Flourishing with the idea
That few things are as definite
As death, taxes, and the loss of symmetry in freshly tweezed eyebrows.
But soon, the words ceased with a skid,
And the punchlines came flat.
Here I am,
Sitting before the brisk view of the red Arizona mountains
With the sun in my hair and the sky in my smile,
Still completely dumbfounded and void of inspiration.
Perhaps I'll type a soliloquy
On the philosophy of a cactus,
And on how the sweetest fruits
Always seem to grow on sharp, dry, government-protected plant-life.
Maybe a sketch will form in my brain
Of a sonnet on the juxtaposition
Between the hummingbird's hum
And the highway's roar.
The sidewalk burns of scorching summer,
And the heavy heat deflates a sigh that sings my frustrations.
There is no poem to be seen and no prose in the winds.
There is absolutely nothing to write today.
Foolish...You can't undoFoolish...10 months 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
EnchantressYou've woken from a deep sleep it seemsEnchantress10 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And yet i'm with the girl of my dreams..
YOU CAN NOT STOP ME.You hit me.YOU CAN NOT STOP ME.9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You hate me.
You label me.
You judge me.
You reject me.
You blame me.
You laugh at me.
You criticise me.
You threaten me.
You try to guilt me.
You call me names.
You tell me I’m wrong.
You try to manipulate me.
You refuse to apologize to me.
You try to make me responsible.
But you can’t stop me from being me.
Another Way to Word ItTo thinkAnother Way to Word It9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Loved A GirlI loved a girl – she smelled like August melancholy,I Loved A Girl9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she carried the scent of festival emotions,
tempered by the midnight flames
and fireflies' glow.
I loved a girl – her hair, the gentle hue of embers,
reflected dancing candlelight,
while in her eyes, as brown as mahogany,
I discovered tiny galaxies,
but most importantly – I saw my smile.
I loved a girl – I sensed her heartbeat,
playing to the rhythm of my breath.
Her every word,
imprinted tender cherry blossoms,
onto my soul.
I loved a girl – her lips tasted like morning air
cool against my heavy forehead,
her skin, softer than satin threads,
played games with the waning moonbeams -
its gravity, I could not resist, like the Sun,
cannot escape the zenith, on Summer solstice.
I loved a girl – she made me happy,
and sadly - I love her still.
I ThoughtI thought she'd stay,I Thought6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Be by my side forever;
But I should've known,
Nobody stays very long.
I thought he'd stay
When he said "I love you,"
But I should've known
That he was lying.
I thought they'd stay,
And not turn on me,
But I should've known,
People only stay for so long.
CobwebsTrappedCobwebs1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a web
Of lies, trouble & misery
I turn for help
I trap myself more
So now ...
I lay still
Clinging to hope
Freedom For Your Soul in A MinorMusic is timeless. Real music surpasses the test of the hour. It takes a hold of you, and it nests you in its arms. It fills you with feeling; overflowing at times with overwhelming impact. If you close your eyes, you just might feel it more.Freedom For Your Soul in A Minor8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Music connects people in a way I have yet to see else do. It can attach itself to memories steadfastly; beginning to grow inside of you like a musical vine of sorts, wrapping itself around your experiences.
It’s pure and genuine; real music doesn’t take too kindly to falsities — sincerity is its DNA, it makes it what it is.
Music is insight; one song can teach, touch, and tell me, more than anything else could attempt to do. It’s my favourite expression, thus far, there’s so much beauty in creating and sharing music. It shows you a world of possibilities, stringed together by a tune, it’s “Freedom For Your Soul in A Minor”.
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dissociative identity disorder. i am f o u r soulsdissociative identity disorder.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
living in a body
whose capacity is
Yeah.Yeah, I've got some problems––let's call them, endearing.Yeah.9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Yeah, I've got some fears––let's call them, quirky.
Yeah, I've got some faults––let's call them, charming.
Yeah, I make some mistakes––let's call them, character.
You can romanticize it all you want, I'm still fucked up
––but hey, that's personality.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Feminism (Equal but Unequal)This is how I see the whole thingFeminism (Equal but Unequal)9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s nothing but an opinion
Just a little opinion
While it’s not okay to push a woman to her knees
And try your hardest to make her bleed
There’s no need to protest for the extreme
And you know I wonder
Why we care so much about the labels out there
Calling men sexist pigs
And calling women whores
We’re all living human beings
And we deserve the right to be who we are
That’s what we are
Men and women were made different
Or there would only be women or only be men
We’re all equal to an extent
This isn’t like being black and white
Skin color can’t determine what you can do
This is about male and female
How men can do things that women can’t
And how women can do things that men can’t
Equality is a thing we must strive for everyday
But men and women are still different in a lot of ways
Women can be smart
And so can men
Women can make babies
And men just can’t
We’re naturally ma