mythi ammyth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
somewhere beyond hurricanes made
only of butterflies
and carpets pushing moss
between your toes
and trees that rut green
against stained glass
and dandelion clocks that blow
june around the snow-capped peaks
of your shoulders and the mountain
valleys of your collarbones
"we are all just stories"
and i have mine to tell
if we're all myths
strung up on strings of dragonfly wings
let me walk on fire i stole from
mount olympus, let me open pandora's box
of phoenix flames flashing purple and blue
and let me be a girl wearing a queen's skin
or cloaks of thistledown and lost baby
.not too much more.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
icicles in the desert.
whatever you give me,
give it to me undivided.
thank you for your quintessence:
"if you're out of ordinary,
you need a refill."
My Name Is?You know I think that it is time for you to go...My Name Is?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah boy better know, I'm an ancient poet,
With a modern rap flow, so-
I think it's better that you learn to let it go...
Ain't no third-rate writer;
I won't let a poser hold a candle to my lighter, because-
My name is Chen, I'm the Dragon of the East.
My reputation now makes me out to be a beast.
But you'll find that I'm probably a really nice guy,
Just before I take a fork out, stabbing your eye.
I can't help it, I'm just a little insane.
Mom blames it all on my video games.
But it wasn't the screen that left me craving for blood,
It was the twisted little bitches in this world of mud.
See you might call me the furthest thing from a stud,
Even when I drop the bomb, it ends up a dud.
So I get a little sick of those having it easy,
And I like to mess 'em up before they start getting preachy.
Son, you ain't even walked a mile in my shoes!
Go hang up your chains, because you're setting
Just Pull the TriggerThis pain I feel inside,Just Pull the Trigger1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It comes from no wounds.
This pain I feel I've died,
Don't leave me in this room...
I am surrounded by the walls-
And my cage grows tighter.
I pick up cigarettes and crawl,
As I search for my lighter.
Holding flames that I cup,
In these hands so bitter.
I take that first of puffs;
With a swill of liquor.
I have sunk to the bottom.
I'm dreaming of the moment I-
Will break the surface and see the sun.
But sadly I am done...
So let's go play with the gun!
And load, just pull the trigger!
And load, let the gun smoke linger!
- Word of Chen, 13th May 2014
DifferenceTo be lonely is painful,Difference1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be alone is liberating.
Forever and a dayForever I shall love youForever and a day11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you have no need to ask.
Forever you shall feel my love
I will make you grasp.
I'll prove to you there's no better one,
no better one so true
cos everything that I will do,
I'll do it just for you.
so please don't start to doubt me,
never want to hear you say,
"How long will you still love me?"
Forever my love...
Forever and a day.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
GhostNothing but a faded memory,Ghost1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a vision in my past.
I close my eyes, but
the sight of you won't last.
Like a dream, you pursue me
whenever my mind shuts down.
I try to remember those sweet
times when you were around.
Reaching out to you is like
reaching through vapour:
the image looks so real,
yet it gets punched through like paper.
Bound to memories best left forgotten,
I'm left wandering like a wraith.
I'm trying to find my release
but I constantly fear I'm too late.
You're merely a shroud of my past.
Release me, I beg of you.
I need to know that I am free again
so that I can make it through.
Through what, you may ask me,
but you obviously don't care.
You just keep dangling the carrot,
baiting me anywhere.
The wisps of dreams invade
my very own waking world.
My reality is melting away
in a vortex tightly whirled.
I dig and scrape and claw
at the coffin's sealed lid.
I think the reason why I'm dreaming
is because I'm already dead.
That explains the wisps and spirits,
and I will know no a
RELIEFRecedingRELIEF1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
25th July 2015
the death of selfi can't find words tothe death of self2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can't articulate
and blood doesn't stick-
i am stuck with my self
and the monsters
who have inched in,
night by night
until their figures
loom over me,
i am mourning.
the loss of you,
no matter how temporary;
to destroy my body
beyond its crumbling pillars;
the sadness in every cell
that contains the ocean,
wave after wave of thorough dejection,
apathy and agony
that nothing seems to solve.
i do not move.
i exist because it is what i know to do.
i breathe only because it takes effort to stop.
the hole in which i am buried
is filled with heavy, sodden soil
and my blood offerings
and constantly emptying myself
receives no mercy from a deity,
i am mourning
the death of my self.
Half A Heart To Love YouHalf a mind to leave.Half A Heart To Love You2 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on realitywho would want to touchon reality11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
it's too slippery,
you never know where it's been!
[something ArwynandCole said]
4 Traits of a Damn Good Boyi. drive4 Traits of a Damn Good Boy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
buddy, you were a throwback. you had a lot of wolf in you,
a feral soul.
i hope heaven has eased the stiffness in your joints
and brushed the gray from your fur
and left you sleek and gorgeous,
a solid pack of muscle with the kind of determination
that can never be taught.
i hope there are lizards for you to chase,
doves for you to launch yourself after
and catch out of the air with a finesse that would make professionals weep.
buddy, i hope someone's up there throwing a stick for you every now and then.
i hope you give 'em hell when they want it back.
buddy, it seemed like the world was a very scary place for you.
i'm not sure why,
and maybe i laughed at you a little--
at the neurotic puppy inhabiting the commanding form
of a hunter--
and sometimes i got angry at you
and your insistence that the world was out to get you
and i'm sorry for that.
it took me years to realize that something must have happened
to plant a deep and unshakeable fear
ThankskillingIt is that time of year againThankskilling9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When family comes together
To shovel massive amounts of food into their faces
While many go hungry
To scream at a television airing football
To compare lives
Making other feel bad for their lack of accomplishments
Nobody remembers the truth
Nobody wants to talk about it
The disease, the fighting
Just that we made peace with the savages
We were the savages
Stealing land, forcing religion
So I sit and watch
The food shoveling
The screaming at televisions
The excessive drinking
It is all just very depressing
Now I know why
Why people kill themselves during the holidays
The Great HuntScorch the forest!The Great Hunt2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raze the land!
For now death
is at hand!
Steel and iron,
flames and fire!
and kindles their ire!
Creatures flee as
the yellow steel
imposing and large!
The weight of the air
goes from light to heavy.
Smoke chokes all around.
Waters break their levees.
The rivers are covered
with soot and ash.
Cornered animals are shot down
as they attempt to be brash.
Trees fall with thoughtless intent,
fueling the fires before they are spent.
The peace of the green is truly rent.
The hunters sneer in their contempt.
Carcasses float in the pollution
of the once-blue stream.
A fawn prods its mother
as if caught in a bad dream.
The child is shot down,
its body left be.
There is no room for it
among the encroaching industry.
Bones and charred remains
litter new city streets.
The hunters indulge
in a feast of the gathered meats.
The trees left alone
turn brown, wither and die.
They let themselves go.
They choose not to try.
Survival has shifted.
the destiny of fate and timesoul to soul;the destiny of fate and time9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
red ribbon of fate
why couldn't you have thrown her
in the irish wind
instead of so late --
heart to heart;
silver string of time
why wouldn't you bring them together
when they called out
looking for their soulmates
and the one they could call 'mine' --
eye to eye;
golden weave of destiny
why would you wait so long
to have them now
be loved by the other when
they have known, for so long, with such clarity -
Silence is DeathVoiceless and bleeding at the end of my ropeSilence is Death1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
chocking upon words which remain unspoken,
with jaw unhinged I may find a way to cope.
Lock myself in with all the pieces broken,
how can I find the right moment to tell you?
I try to deliver some secret token.
These trails of blood would make sense if you knew,
this silence is bound to be the death of me,
I am stuck and don't know how to make it through.
I have to close my eyes in order to see
and I know only I can set myself free.