Sweet SacrificeSacrificed,Sweet Sacrifice8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you lay me down....
..on the altar to die,
started to drown
Not tear-stained and the blood had long since dried
the emptiness screams,
you never cried!
Inside each thought..
....a hollow ring
Let me drift away on the wind that will
Ashes to dust, the phoenix will arise
My ever-present ache,
you I’ve grown to despise
Fuel my fire as I burn,
conclusion of my utter rage
Your power now nothing more than illusions of a gutter mage
A sweet numb calm descends over this prostrate form
No longer shall I mourn for you,
nor shall I scorn
There is light beyond you,
Numb3am this timeNumb8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and not a wink of sleep...
lost everything i thought i'd always keep
a best friend,
and i see too late that i let it burn
but my ice cold heart can no longer yearn...
each heartbeat aches and echoes inside my chest
but the feeling in my soul is layed to rest
a lost love and even the new prospect snatched
i'm floating on nothing,
mind slightly detached
hearing nothing but the night sounds
and the aching beat
barely even noticing my cold shaking feet
the edges of reason start to crumble away
jaw aching with the reality of "making me pay"
will remain unknown to me
shying away now from all i've grown to be
no thoughts filter through,
can't even mou
LeechVeins infected,Leech8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bitter poisoned speech
Suck me dry,
ask me why,
my ever-present leech...
creeping inside me
Feel I have to
to finally get free
Trying to remove any remnants,
but my soul is over-ridden
Diseased flesh still aches for you,
I fight to keep it hidden
trying to ward off the murkiness closing in
Uselessly scratching you out
from under my very skin
Rip out my heart,
see it beat on a platter
UndertakerUNDERTAKERUndertaker11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That's what I am
Welcome to my ministry.....
Ministry Of Darkness</i>
I watch yo0u and glean you
YOU will Join
Or i'll chokeslam your heart
Tombstone your soul
Welcome to my yard
She...The house is deathly silent, ice cold and eerieShe...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stepping in to chills and visions of eyes...
With each step the heaviness grows to dread
Starting to panic inside my head
She's meant to be here...
So where, Oh where is she??
I call and call...
somehow I know she can't hear me
Walking faster, then running down the corridor
Plastic ExistenceSmooth porcelain skin,Plastic Existence8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
perfection written all over her features
Types such as these always seem mystical creatures
An immaculate exterior,
only an empty shell
Smiles brightly at me like she knows me well
Crystal-like eyes stare at me,
scrutinising every inch of my soul
Her face quietly taunts me,
you’ll never be whole
I drown in the blue depths that pull me apart
But suddenly glimpse a flicker which tears at my heart
in the depths of the icy pools,
I see a glimmer of tormented pain
The mask slips for a second,
finally I see her bitter stain
For that split second,
I have the upper hand
Tempted to give in to what the hates demand
But beyond the pain
I see then child-like fear
For her plastic existence,
I shed a single tear...
Walking away from her now,
never to return
Unrequited...With elegant fingers my breath is stoleUnrequited...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Have you seen the place in my heart ...
where you left a hole?
Bittersweet touch imprinted on my skin in blood
Memories attack my conscious mind,
The last petal fell,
in disgust you threw it there
loves me not
Seasonal ChangeSeasonal Change9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The air is cold, and
every word that
freezes and hits the tiles
like a bottle top--
I scoop them into a plastic
cup of lemonade
(the sugary kind we spilled on the sand
when the sun was pink and the ocean green
and the sky overhead was an e
AnyhillAnyhill11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leafy fingernails of the citytrees hug
the late afternoon light and dance to their own music,
leaving a blurry photograph on the wall behind them:
Reminder of when the day we met in tenth grade
We made a horror movie; I was murdered
You rubbed ketchup blood on my pubescent torso
that genetic metabolism allowed ghosts of muscles to live on;
I used a drill, as a prop
You screamed, you had problems with your contact lenses.
We had the same belt but different.
You flirted and played video games with me.
And the time much later you bitched me out, and I was taken aback
because you completely understood my game and its selfishness.
And when you were on acid, and it was kind of scary I admit,
but you knew what you were doing,
With "ITS LICKABLE AND NOT A STAMP" hints
How I knew that you cut yourself,
which made me want to try it;
but I was too afraid
And how you kiss with a lot,
and the taste of cigarettes,
and how that night still seems strange
How we used to talk at orange hou
Nightmare of thoughtAwake in the nightmare, vines creeping on skinNightmare of thought8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Crawling, scratching & still sleeping in sin
The toxic darkness closing in, slowly squeezing breath
Vision blurs with salted wounds, hallucinate the bleeding death
The cold fingers abuse & damage every light fiber of thought
Living a worst fear now, too numb to feel distraught
Entwined in this struggle, till death do I part
Will you give me freedom from this cold broken heart?
An aching presence, the reminder at the end of each failure
Decayed so far as to never regain composure…
His PowerTeeth bite down hardHis Power8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on her tightly clenched fist
Lips quiver, she fights tears
as pain starts to twist...
She squeezes her eyes shut
and sees him still standing before her
She longs to reach out
but his cold eyes abhore her
Trapped in this uncertain dream,
a fight of wills
No matter her strength,
it’s his light that fills
every part of her,
strengthening her soul
But always leaving that space
that will never be whole...
She opens her eyes
and it's like he never walked away
Thoughts scream his words
and the way he’d talked today
His presence weighs heavily on her
but the pain subsides
He's in her mind again,
the place he always resides...
Closet EmoCloset Emo9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you in your skinny jeans
and vintage shirt with
your slit wrists and shaved legs
your make up gets heavier everyday
competing with the shag of your hair
you mope around wearing your
emotions on your sleeve like
an infected bandaid
trying your damnedest to
win sympathy points.
I sit and I watch you
from my perch at my window
as you pass every morning
doing the same thing
over and over again.
To everyone that matters,
you're the life of the party
achieving the impossible-
but me, I see you for who you are
I see the real you..
You emotive freak!
Premature Summer SoothPremature Summer Sooth10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeing you, stepfather
Passed out on the chaise longue,
It makes me want to sleep,
Even though I gave my
Evening to a nap to
Escape from acid reflux.
Your eyes penetrate their lids,
Fixed on the ceiling of the
Drawing room. The business
Dinner party was obviously
Quite draining, I understand.
I'll tread quietly on the stairs.
SheetsSheets9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nearly asleep in my bunker, fantastic magnets pull at my skin, my limbs' muscles;
Grips imprint, and a bite, salt.
Clinging to hard-earned past-humanity, grapple
With temptation and youth, I must acknowledge and accept
A zombie afterlife, or submersion in a steaming bath
Of that shifting smoke skin.
A little girl, really. No.
Naïve to their development; even with the cocky bravado.
Despite interrogation and espionage, the enigma marches on, saluting.
And so, I relent, releasing everything to the night's fever,
Decorated fingernails parasite my ribcage,
A flicker of rigor mortis,
And then a slap.
The Pleasant Choke of thisThe Pleasant Choke of this10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pleasant choke of this heat:
an addition of asphyxiation to the slight arousal that blends itself into urban foliage, blossoming thick invisible green;
The subtle sweat of inactivity, and thus
my descent to the floor,
I cling to the lethargic hope of a cool escape
And yet this is a welcome struggle.
For an isolated eternity nothing
was yearned for so,
and yet now I am in over
Blue SkiesBlue Skies11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thine eyes, at night, reply
with glimpses, torrents and throes;
batting lashes as phoenix ashes,
skips of stone on open shores.
Wax to wane to bend friendly,
may this season be neverending:
rain drops on top,
wholesome sun on sole,
the non-stop motion of blossoms.
Thine eyes, at times, defy
all psychic laws,
some physical, too;
there's whimsy, lipstick, demure posture -
True Love WaitsWhat society believesTrue Love Waits11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Love should be
Will not be the Love
Expressed between you and me
Through good times
And bad times
You'll always be there
To show how much you really care
Only faith and trust
Will guide us through
The best friendship of all
Which I'll share with you
On that wedding day
We'll know the wait is done
Walkingdown the isle
I'll know in my mind
God sent you from above
In everlasting Love
deathdeath11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
at the station
one exhausted passenger
the train on the track whistles
you have to obey
get on it
and ride away
one exhausted passenger
the trip ended where it began
Exercise for the ElderlyI only wear Hawaiian shirts when I go to bedExercise for the Elderly11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I slept on my ear funny, it laughed until it was dead
I rang the doctor, to get him to try and fix me
Realized I couldn't hear, so I got down on one knee
I cried "Oh lord, I am not really a praying man
But I think in this case you'll see my cause and understand"
Then, as out of nowhere, a lamb appeared
I grabbed some wool and stuck it in my ear
I keep my Christmas lights up all year
I like the colours, not that I just don't care
Mother says inside till I have done my chores
She naps upstairs and gives the anthem of snores
Cleaning my room, trying to sort out my drawers
Saw my collection of mementos from sixteen years
Origami, postcards, birthday cards, homework, foreign t-shirts
Grandpa's cufflinks, small suspenders and newspaper exerts
Wonder why they are stuck inside the cupboard's pinewood
So I take them out, and release them to pasture like I should
I wear my sunglasses when it rains
That way I don't see the street stains
addictionaddiction11 years ago in General More Like This
have you ever been an addict. and im not talking
about the hey-i-like-to-do-this-alot type of addict.
im talking about the
type of addict. im an addict. ive never blown anyone
to get it. i dont think i would. but i havent been
given the opportunity to either. the reason i say 'i
dont think i would' is because i like to pretend that
i still have something thats mine. dignity, pride,
standards. but i know i would easily toss those away
just to get it. i know because i have. so all i
really have is it. for one hour. for two hours. for
fifteen minutes or however long it last. however long
i can afford it to last. ill be high for fifteen
minutes if thats all i can get.
im an addict. i dont get high just to get high. i
get high just to get my mind off getting high for a
few hours. after a fix im good for eight hours.
maybe. then the last of my previous highs memory
cells dry up and i want. need. how ca
Girl Alarm ClockGirl Alarm Clock12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun sets unasked
and rises again without the
But I do not
girl alarm clock
timed in the heat of dreams
that make moan and flutter
quiver of over-warm flesh
smooth inseam of thigh
wake me in the morning
she just barely breathes
pull at her eye strings
make short lashes quiver
a back that reaches for me
while fingers fetal curl
towards the face
and her lips twitch
on hot mornings
I watch her naked sleep
MaybeMaybe9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe saying I love you
is no more or less than saying
I am alive
I believe in God,
because really, God has opened His heart like a teapot
and poured me full of hot-chocolate-melted love,
stirring me with a life-spoon until
liquid beauty spills down my sides, flowing its way to your lips.
Maybe that's not enough,
and all this God-sourced waterfall
isn't enough to satisfy us
because still I want to dance around streetlights and palm trees,
singing a tune I composed while watching your fingers.
And still I want to wrap
a lip glossed smile, a handful of raindrops,
a library shelf and thirty-two poems
in shiny white tissue-paper
and slide it under your door at midnight.
though we crave to give more