PityDon't...don't pity the dead.Pity1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But the one's left behind instead.
Why follow the Masquerade ?Why follow this masquerade?Why follow the Masquerade ?1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
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..
Why follow when you can lead
If I can't then I shan't pay heed
I'll pave my way out at any rate.
Possibly set the beaten path straight.
Life with a silent 'F'Why live a lifeLife with a silent 'F'3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a silent 'f' ?
Speak up a strife
And leave em deaf.
Words clawing at your chest
Will tear out your heart
And leave you heartless, lest...
You be one within, not apart.
Let thoughts bear structure,
And make your soul
Let suppressed words rupture,
And make you whole.
Thoughts die, words never
Speak up, live forever...
Confessions of a poetWounded heart bleeding in vainConfessions of a poet3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Through the pen, his open vein.
Piecing together the fragments
Of a broken world he laments.
Living his own dimension
Bound but by his vision
And forever wondrously gaping
At a reality he's escaping.
Life a personified metaphor
As comparable as similes or,
Various vivid altering alliterations
Saying same stories with alterations.
Death nor life can abate his blessed curse
For even at funerals he thinks in verse-
"Don't ... just don't pity the dead
But the one's left behind instead"
So he confesses to a charge-less crime
Of seeing the world in endless rhyme.
Thirst for red I run my bladeThirst for red 6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On your skin
Plunging like a spade
With every cut deep within...
The stains are now dry.
They never do erase,
No matter much i try
Off my fingers,my shirt,my face...
My thirst for red to be sate
Only by your flavour
Lusting for that bloody taste
Every drop i wanna savour
My greed for red can only be abate
By your seeds o dear pomegranate...
Things we made We gave things their ownThings we made 4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We named them
When made things our own
We claimed them
Changed things from their own
We shamed them
These things destroyed our own
We blamed them
Think of the root then discuss
On who’s to blame –them or Us?
RemembranceI want to remember to forget,Remembrance5 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
To forget the things that I regret.
Judgmental Thoughts be shrunk,Judgmental 5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shrunk into doubt.
Doubt in living;
Living in fear,
Fear of being
Being self within.
In a world,
World gone mad
Mad with judgment...
Its become JudgMental.
Anchorage The arrowAnchorage 7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my heart,
To her memory.
To move on
Would be to
my heart behind
Equation of lifeLife is an inequation,Equation of life7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too many people
Too many variables
I need someone constant
Someone of value.
A kid in the downpourI was once afraid of the rainA kid in the downpour4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Afraid of the cold and it’s pain
I was irritated by the deafening noise
Distracting me from my time with toys
Now... the cold keeps me company
Hiding teardrops amongst its many
And noise helps me not to hear
The thoughts that follow the tear
Every memory that creeps up
And Every regret that keeps up
The lightning flashes away
And the thunder keeps at bay
And in the rain when in it
Amongst the many I’m infinite
Holding on...When,Holding on...7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your world's turned
How do you
Let go of,
The one you
You'll drag her down
Nothing to WriteI have nothing to write today.Nothing to Write1 year 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.
Love Letters Tend to Leave Paper Scars on my WristYou will wear makeup for the first time since middle school but with a little more class and confidence because you just want to feel pretty again.Love Letters Tend to Leave Paper Scars on my Wrist2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Know this, pretty is just the surface, what you really want is to feel beautiful and you feel like you can't be, it's unreachable unless that someone who takes your breath away with their smile tells you about how your smile takes their breath away too.
I told you that you could call me anytime you feel like you've lost touch with the wishful butterfly wings in your heart beat and I will stay up till 3A.M. reading you Andrea Gibson and Maya Angelou till you feel something again.
That wasn't a lie, but I think I'm your lifeline now, and I'm not sure when I became that or for how much longer I can stay that before I need a lifeline of my own.
How do you shamelessly catch hold of a hook when you thought you've been the fisherman your whole life and you're just beginning to realize you've been a goldfish all along?
I feel trapped in a tank full
Lies 'bout truthTo the afterlife.......Lies 'bout truth2 years 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
life is an oceanI am drowninglife is an ocean3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the guilt of my existence
Friends apartGood friendsFriends apart1 year 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?
i, eclecticTHE SHEETS ARE CRUMPLED AND REEKEDi, eclectic5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
OF SWEAT AND
PILLOWS ARE THROWN OFF THE BED EXCEPT
FOR ONE UNDER THE
SMALL OF HER BACK FOR WHEN
SHE SAID THE BEDSPRINGS HURT HER
BUT I KNOW I HURT HER.
ANYWAY, ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT ARE
AS I RUB MY PALM AGAINST
THE SKIN WHEN SHE
SAID SHE WAS COLD BUT
I KNOW THAT I WAS COLD;
AND IT'S THE DEAD OF
JESUS CHRIST, SHE
Yes, I am giving up on you,I know I am replaceable.Yes, I am giving up on you,1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never in my life have I ever felt so sad.
Even the birds are more joyful.
Even the less fortunate.
Deemed better than me.
Sorrow fills my very being.
Only thing I know is that I'm alone.
Maybe someone can help.
Everyone passes me by again.
Once I had friends now I'm all alone.
Never trust anyone anymore it's for the best.
Everyone tends to betray me.
See if you can find the hidden message.
Finally Home.The gentle thuds of raindropsFinally Home.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the middle of the night
As you hold me close
Already fallen asleep
Your soft snores calm me
Music cannot compare
To the symphony of noises
I listen to at night
Especially when the beat of your heart
Is the loudest of the sounds
I feel like I'm finally home.
How Love is pronounced?How Love is pronounced?How Love is pronounced?3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kids, but some older people also,
when they don't know how to pronounce a word,
they speak it out loud
or too low with a question mark on the face.
The same applies to Love.
Heartless......no moreShe needed space like the rest...Heartless......no more2 years 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