Tranquilityi.Tranquility6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sing me that lullaby,
whisper softly in my ears.
tell me all the things
I've always wanted to
hear. sing loud enough
so I can hear you
you, who's like a quivering
dream that's fleeting
I wish you never faded
together we created
the words, etched into
the concrete walls of
my wavering heart. as
time passes, i wish
every letter will
have a place in your heart
you, who's like the summer
wind that blows my
tears from my eyes
softly sun kissed
my heart as
the dreams I held in
my hands failed to linger
in my soul
I don't need to hear the
tune to know that
every fleeing moment I
breathed are through
the thousand of stars in your
eyes because it's
you, my transparent
dream; the shadows of
the cold reality
tearing me away
fairy tales weren't meant
to come true
from our lullaby
our dream seemed to fade
and yet you're in a state of
tranquility and it was
you, the one who forgot
how to cherish the mutual
fallen angelsI was bounded by my wingsfallen angels6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and I couldn't cry, I shan't cry
but I wanted to fly; I wanted
to soar and feel the wind playing
with my hair- the sky at the
tips of my fingertips.
I am trapped in stories of
paper hearts; trying hard to
breathe. air had never been
so cruel to me; she's trying to
I am looking at the full moon
in the sea, fallen from the sky,
as I had. I was looking to
wake up and to fall into another
dream. I was looking to be fixed,
unbounded, yet chained.
The rain was crying and
wet was on wet, twisted
together. dreams were far
and foggy clouds were tormenting
us. under the invisible stars;
beyond the vast mountains.
Hope DiedI.Hope Died6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I took babysteps towards the
window, slowing anticipating
the sun to rise. It
reminds me of tomorrow,
and the day after that, and after that.
I did not want to look back to
the day Hope died.
I woke up and I heard the
heavy sound of my heartbeat.
My eyes were seeing, yet
they weren't. It was like an athlete
using crutches during a game.
I was handicapped and
I hated it.
I closed my eyes and I saw
endless darkness. I wasn't
crying, yet I was. I was dreaming
in an everlasting pool of dust.
Beautiful, yet sacred.
He glared at me, his anger
overwhelming. You used me
he had accused. I didn't, I didn't,
I didn't . You turned
your body around and
walked out the door. A part of
me died inside as I stared with
dread. Come back, come
back! you loved me.
The words are only whispered.
our mouths triggering thoughts
that weren't there. I love you.
The wind carried the words away
from us, far far away. My heart
could not follow it.
A few weeks
Visceraostracize the wounded; listen!Viscera7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the way they graze over sidewalks,
un! deux! trois! quatre! cinq!
counting bones and the chipped teeth
of sun-browned children, they come
six! sept! huit! neuf! dix!
plus one/subtract the liver, and stipple
the ribs with paint; this thin viscus,
crippled with veins - - stilled eyes
some porphyry and feldspar flecked,
onze! douze! treize! quatorze! quinze!
counting small rodents and bag pipes - -
lisping fingers from the wagon train
like pale arachnids between the spokes
Siren's SongI slipped on soft feet to the silver-lit stream where the siren lay waiting, escaped from my dream.Siren's Song6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I'm sleepless with sorrow," she sang with a sigh, submitting her sins to the stars in the sky,
"Oh the secrets I've shared I should never have told, and the songs I've forgotten, the lies I have sold
Oh seducing lost sailors for pleasure or gold
Oh slitting their throats, oh their corpses so cold...
So the scars on my skin are a slight price indeed, hardly fair compensation for malice and greed
Have sympathy for me," she begged as she stood, this seaweed-nymph so out of place in the wood.
Then she shrugged and she sighed, and turned to flee
Back to sun-whitened sands that kiss up to the sea
Without even so much as a glance back at me.
Forever's DreamI wanted to become beautiful thingsForever's Dream6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of rainbows like non-other. I
wanted the world to forgive me
for who I am; a plea that has
not been heard.
I wanted to be a star in billions,
scattered across the night sky as
I grant wishes of people below
me. I want to be the melody in
a lullaby, singing the beauty of
the unspoken words.
I wanted to become a name,
the only thing missing for a baby
at birth. I wanted to be a dream
not seen by anyone else but
ourselves. I wanted to be
I wanted to become a balloon
surrounded by my friends; to be
blown and carried by the wind,
hushed whispers; arriving at my
next location. I wanted to sprout
butterfly wings on the edges of
my back; scales shimmering in
the sun's rays, even though I, myself,
ReflectionsThis love is an extended metaphor,Reflections5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
perhaps claiming that a bumblebee
is a cumulus cloud (or, indeed, the other way round)
both too heavy to hang as they do in the sky,
great weights oblivious to gravity,
and with an air of steady certainty
that they are keeping the world ticking over,
a self-assured busyness
from which we must forever be distant.
We delight in bright images,
in suddenness and new discoveries
the coming together of two things
so different and so alike.
Exploring our creation,
we go further, delve deeper,
observing how both cloud and bee,
though bold, though bulky,
are, at the same time, delicate,
maybe.When the sky cries,maybe.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
do you cry too? Do you
have an umbrella to
shield you from the
rain? I do, but
you're above that
When night comes, do
you crawl into your
blanket, yet scared to be
swallowed by the vortex
of dreams? I'm scared
you're the one holding
me, aren't you?
When the end of the
world is found, and I fall
off the edge, you'll be there
to catch me...
Feel-Good StuntI thought I was a flowerFeel-Good Stunt6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sun would light my way
I would twist through any fence
And breathe the light of day
Inversions of this take my nights,
When poppies churn my veins
They wear the petals off my mind
Until little else remains
If I am to grow and blossom yet
I need the touch of lunar rain
The sunlight plucks too harshly now
Upon my naked brain
fairy talesdreaming comes so easilyfairy tales6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
if that's all that you know;
because hope, it's like a fairy-
tale, without a happily-ever-after
to look forward to.
all i ever wanted was to
be held in your arms like a
child in need of protection;
yet when you held me so
tightly that i couldn't breathe,
i can't feel the warmth
in your touch.
you told me to wait for you
and that you would wait for me
forever. but you never told me
that forever also had an
someone said that at
the end of the tunnel, light
will shine through and i
looked, and looked, and
looked for the bright light
that can penetrate through
the darkness i was
but it was never there.
but since you've been gone
even though i felt lost
i could still breathe.
i've always told myself:
tonight, tonight i'll stop
dreaming for something
that would never happen.
i told myself:
tomorrow i will
give up on you.
but i never stopped
dreaming because i
was filled with endless
i told mys
pagesShe writes words,pages6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
filling blank pages
with her heart.
her fragile soul,
trying hard to be
whoever she was
meant to be.
She drew conclusions,
hypothesized her life
in hope to look into
her future; at a
destiny she didn't
She writes words,
filling blank pages
grandmait is hard to get used tograndma3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
grandpa, without grandma.
(but i did,
and oh how it
it is hard to get used to
him living along.
(it's expected now,
and it no longer
takes me by surprise.)
they say time heals all wounds
that's not true.
(nevermind the fact
it doesn't hurt as much,
as if absence, has an
expiration date, and you
just get used to it.
nevermind that guilt
when you realize you are
used to it, when you realize
you don't lay in bed,
crying. when you realize,
you had to force the tears,
so you could cry out the
it used to be odd
to talk about her in past tense.
(was it ever really, though?
i think i adapted far too well,
even though i loved her,
i love her so much.
can you love a ghost,
or a memory of one?)
i wonder if
by being strong,
for all of them,
i erased my own capability
to be weak.
(it would be nice to feel the pain
again. it would be nice to know
i am not heartless.)
i don't remember it as well anymore,
and i stopped going over
HalcyonUnder my nails, leeching in throughHalcyon5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cold lips and seeping over me from the feet up.
Knee deep in you and I'll freeze as your
ebb and flow steals me from myself.
My love, you are salt water trickling in the
wound of a smile and stinging with a
wince and a bite to all my nerves. With every
needling pain comes an antiseptic kiss,
a kiss that heals and renews and washes away
the old. I need you. More than that,
I want you, the taste of you that can
colour my tongue with its sharp edge
slipping down my throat. I thirst for you
as you sit, cool and placid, around me, shifting and
winking at me, convincing me you're
everything I call for. But, love, too much of you
will destroy too much of me. If I let you,
you'll stop the blood in my veins, you'll
drain me of all that I have, and that which I once
treasured will have grown sickening in my mouth.
You are salt water, love, creeping down my che
Best Before EndWe walk in a world of plastic treesBest Before End10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which can never be green
We walk amongst thistles
With safety edges
And in the volcano
We always see
The fire exit
Beware the midnight predators
Which have had their teeth removed
And sit in boxes by the bakery
Where poison smells like danger
And there is a sign to tell us
The sun is hot
This is the derived environment
The overdeveloped weird mass
It is the perfect world
For the proud and the dangerous
On the day that the signs fall
And the plastic fašade decays
Here's to the small boys
Who reach out
And burn their fingers on the sun.
curiosity.i can smilecuriosity.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
when the world ends, would you let us know? the world is imperfect, like the scars on my body. one by one, i wish that i could peel off my skin and rub it against the tips of my fingers to see if it was made of sawdust. i want to rip off the strands of my hairs and run them through my nail-bitten fingers and i want to rip off my ears, the one that tries to listen to all the secrets hidden in this vast, cruel world.
how will the earth end? a collision of the milky way to another galaxy, the collapse of the internal core of the earth, or the torturous and slow squeezing of a huge, stellar mass black hole?
i wish there was an end of the world where i could fall out of. maybe there would be someone down there to catch me if i had the guts to fall down again; fall down hard like i fell for him those many years ago.
when i was born, did you already calculate how long i would live? fourty years? fifty? sixty? i would love you if you said tomorrow
a poem about schoolBack to school they say,a poem about school4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I would rather eat hay.
School holidays go by fast
and school seems to last.
those "friendly" back to school signs
are like visible land mines,
because they hide a warning.
back to hell in the morning.
On Sucking at PoetryIf poetry be the food of life,On Sucking at Poetry8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Theft and beggary are rife
If poetry be the food of life.
Without this electric knife
And Shakespeare's goose to carve,
If poetry were the food of life,
asphyxia.My first memory was that of water.asphyxia.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I remember drowning, and my mom's
horrified screaming. I remember the
oxygen flowing from my mind, swiftly,
I remember whispers in the pool
as my body turned numb. I had a
sense of calmness, knowing I'll be
okay, but my heart kept running
far, far. It didn't stop to look
back even as I called for it.
I felt my body melt, and form into
balloons, guided by the wind. I had
no place to go, and freedom was
at the tips of my fingertips. I opened
my eyes and I was saved, even as
what seemed like gallons of water
was coughed up from my mouth.
I was relieved as fresh air was
pumped into me, sustaining my
life that was on the edge of being
gone. I didn't drown, but maybe
a part of me did.
The MassacreA trail of red follows the manThe Massacre8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who drags a piece of limp
A bag of eyes are watching
The massacre; the bereavement of an innocent
A hanging in a store
The backroom scented with demise
A laceration, unfathomable
Carved into the flesh
A bare mass of muscle
Skin the swine, he said
A pool of life
It need not be, he said
A customer, gleeful and grinning
Takes a package, vacuum-packed
A butcher, blade still in hand;
'That'll be fifty-six ninety'
Ode To Overzealous Christians.You think you're smart,Ode To Overzealous Christians.8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You think you're cool.
You think you have all the answers, don't you?
What's wrong with questions?
What's wrong with doubting?
How can we learn if all you're doing is shouting?
Yes, I'm a believer,
I love God very much,
But I can't help but think
How He must lose His lunch
Over how you misuse and abuse
His Words and His Message,
Twisting it to demean
Others so they don't stand a chance
Against you and your rhetoric
Your Pharisaecal teachings
And your silly little stance.
I know you sometimes mean well,
But non-Christians are not your enemy...
Believe in God and show His Love,
And THEN you'll have a happy Eternity!!!
I am therefore I'm ScrewedI am therefore I'm Screwed10 years ago in Open More Like This
Upon a mosquito's bite
I am presented with a dilemma
Do I kill it?
And potentially destroy the creature
Who would slay the next
Inadvertently assuming indirect responsibility
For millions of deaths.
Do I spare it?
And potentially unhinder the creature
Who will slay the Slayer of
The Next Genocidal Maniac
Inadvertently assuming the indirect responsibility
For millions of deaths.