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
UndertakerUNDERTAKERUndertaker12 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
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…
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
A counting gameHands up! if you're hopefulA counting game8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hands higher! if you're not
Let's play Follow the Leader.
Now, we're running-on-the-spot.
You all stopped - but joke's on you!
A cargo net is sprawled.
This is today's new show.
The mixture of fear and giggles!
This will teach us what we need to know.
Bravely, we let go. One-by-one, we fall.
catch us all.
Let's thread a macaroni necklace.
Let's hone our social skills.
Let's learn the happy face to wear,
Despite of all our ills.
But the rats chewed the coloured pasta as it pooled on the bedroom floor.
You went to another grade
where you did not
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
World Wide GenocideWorld Wide Genocide11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My sister has killed a can of paint
Cracked open its skull and
Covered the walls of my bedroom with guts
When I lie in bed each night
I wonder about the life
That the paint can could have had:
Would it have gotten married and raised
Little cans of his own?
Would he have discovered a cure for
Paint can cancer?
It is fortunate that paint cans don't believe in the pill
World wide Genocide
To Be ReadTo Be Read9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me cover these pages
with waves of my spiked hand.
Let me be read,
acclaimed, admired, discovered.
perhaps if I add alliteration,
placing piles of it to build the pillars
of this poem--
then, perhaps, I will be read.
rhyme internal or weak
may seek an audience
and capture without clichĂ©s,
only rapture and joyful devouring
of these, my flowering words.
Then, perhaps, I will be read.
Metaphor, or simile--
I may create something never heard,
never seen, a true medicine-cabinet
locked away in my brain, from which
I bring forth a bandage of words
to bind the gaping holes left
by incorrect spelling.
Then, perhaps, I will be read.
Let me take these things, these
hammers and nails and spanners and wing nuts
and use them to assault my poetry--
then, if I fail,
I blame not my skill, but my tools.
Let me take them and use them
(to excess? Perhaps,)
and then, and then,
I will be read.
Inhale over Exhale TimeYour lungs are the prettiest musical instrumentInhale over Exhale Time11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They play a song that:
Flowers and blossoms
Stirs my eyesoup
As your chest moves, or rather,
I try to conduct.
Crunk.Crunk.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those people who invaded
I did not want them
Anywhere near the jade plate
They came with their alcohol and cigars and hormones
What was I to do?
To bed! To bed!
I hid in the corner with the dog,
Offered bribes for serenity
Her eyes twitched following the noises as if reactionary ears or perhaps x-rays?
It's all a-okay though:
1) They puke on themselves
2) People puke on their clothes
3) They leave their booze
4) They get felt up
5) They leave the weed
But what about my Coke Cola? I had to drink tap water for a week
I preached about such a thing,
Truly I suppose divine, thus,
And gospel, hence
They can talk their coloured-speak all they want, they do it because it is cool and I guess that means security or something.
I do it too, and I don't know why either.
This is all superficial anyhow. They think I am crabby.
What will they say when I am a movie star? Who cares?
Everyone will be talking about me.
Terminal 3.Terminal 3.11 years ago in Open More Like This
I can guess what it is like in different places
I'm made of them, from my shirt to my shoelaces
Sometimes I go to a new home for a little while
Where the sand or sea stretches for many a mile
Usually these places make incoherent noises
Mimicking them creates rifts in my voices
But I have found that these places aren't all that different
There are some people and great decorations, or there isn't
I still look everywhere for something I recognize and know
A returned smile or wave, response to something that I show
Just usually I am the invisible tourist, an immigrant to you
Epitome of migratory, unable to sit still, for a minute or two
However, the search continues, I still go to the baggage claim
Wandering through dense fields of buildings and sugar cane
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
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...
sixteenth dreamoutside,sixteenth dream10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
barefoot in tall grass, prickly
sticks + scatterglass stone, i start
from the beginning, as you prefer.
Your Face, a thundercloud sigh, your
fondness for rain-pearls + tap-bug
dervishes is nothing new to me but
never did i expect this.
the deluge, delusion,
the flood starts
w/ automotive creaks,
Sweet Ocean TideWater rages, wind of truth screaming her nameSweet Ocean Tide8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Calling forth in incantation, her every facet of shame
Voices brought her to this valley of despair…
Ever reminded by the cold reality of her deepest care
The fallen angel, having once kissed the sky
Torn wings, bruised dreams leaving only one word…why
The end of salvation, the dreamer is, alas, no more
Oh sweet ocean tide swallow the pain of her war…
Cinderella's PrinceCinderella's Prince10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why is the princess crying?
Why is her wall crashing down?
Why is she worried it's not real?
Cinderella fell in love.
With a Prince...no less.
'Twas an accident, she swears.
The hopeless romantic.
That's what she was called.
Is the fairytale coming true?
Her Prince is everything she wanted.
For once, her heart may not be broken.
Maybe..maybe her wishes are coming true.
She still feels like it's a dream.
Even after almost a year.
Funny what love does to you.
Where's the glass slipper?
Safe with him, in his heart.
It won't be shattered again.
She let him break the walls down.
She's crying, but out of happiness.
The countless stars granted her wish.
"I wish.." no longer said.
"I love you" took it's place.
The perfect fairytale ending.
Dear Cinderella's Prince,
She loves you. After all..
You're the knight in shining armor.
mergeWhat am I?merge8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This unheard of species?
What made me?
Some odd and obscure ingredients?
When will I finally know
Who am I?
This identity that I have
Which is not me.
I can't be that person,
I refuse to believe so.
I am NOT!
Of tearing apart
My knowledge of Me.
A dream so blur
Of odd shapes
With no clear meaning
In my mind.
My only clue,
A blank paper,
For me to draw the shapes in
They'll be sharper
They'll be real
I'll dream on.
I'll learn of
Death's LullabyDeath's Lullaby11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She paints a perfect picture,
She tells a flawless lie,
She sings a song of beauty,
A haunting lullaby.
Her lullaby will sooth you,
Her song will give you wings,
Her mournful voice will trap you,
Every time she sings.
Her song is one of sorrow,
A portrait of her life,
And those who hear are captured,
Haunted by her strife.
Her song will leave you crying,
She'll wipe away your tears,
But compassion is a falsehood,
Created over years.
Her song will penetrate you,
A knife straight through your heart,
The tune will plague your footsteps,
A seductive work of art.
Her song is one of anguish,
An image of your fate,
But you won't know her purpose,
Until it's far too late.
Her acid tears will burn you,
Her knives will slash your skin,
Her crimson blood will stain you,
Forgive you of your sin.
Her melody will slay you,
Her hymn will let you fly,
Her song is flawless sorrow,
Death's haunting lullaby.
Perfect AntidoteYou're about as convincing as the safetyPerfect Antidote9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a loaded gun.
And about as thrilling as
You're begging for a trigger
to escape your troubled head.
Its like watching a car crash
From a window that I cant break.
You're falling down again
Tripping over tangled thoughts inside your head
That you cant pray away.
Well if you agree to be the patient,
I'll be the best damn doctor you've ever had.
I prescribe the perfect antidote..
Dont scream too hard lovely.
You're going to lose your voice.
For your throats sake,
Use a whisper and save
Some of your precious breath for words that
Deserve to be said.
You're a terrible liar,
With a knack for telling me you're fine.
I can see deeper than that.
I dont understand how someone can have so much to say
and just not speak a word.
Much less a sentence.
We're all listening now..
Deep down I know thats what you wanted.
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,
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
I dance in clown shoes.I dance in clown shoes.11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You compose your conversations.
Fitfully gesturing with whatever you hold,
ending arguments with a flourish.
Make a point, now whirl, quickly.
Make it impossible to counter with your unpunctuation.
You duck and weave, spin, sidestep, pirouette:
One, two, one, two, faster, harder, stronger.
You leave me confused and two steps back,
just far enough behind to appear lost and unsure.
And if I catch up, if I make a point,
you spin again, a trail of words falling like pixie dust
as you make your escape.
And as you storm out, you slam the period behind you,
Ending your sentence with a door.
And I must follow you, my thuds down the stairs preceding my statement,
trying to catch up before the page break.
Now I capitalize a W, and follow with an a, i, t.
And you pause, spin, speak, gesture, spin, continue.
A waltz to counter my four-four.
You don't dance your words-
you speak a dance.
You speak a dance Baryshnikov couldn't follow.
You rapidly reverse the rhythm,
changing tempo in a blur of sound