BrokenYou broke me inside,Broken7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I'll bend to your will.
A subtle ache in my heart,
When your words sting me again
I don't look anymore, but glance instead
My eyes can't cope with what they see
Closing them I'll enter my dreams, the only place I'll be
I'll do as you please.
I'm getting senseless, I'm getting cold
Learning not to care about everything
Feeling every single hit
Your disgust is raining down upon me
I'm drowning in your hate
My spirit is broken,
I'm giving up
Exhausted as I am, I just cán't anymore
My cries won't be heard, so I'll be silent
You wanted to kill my spirit, now I'm left with a dull gaze
Every spark is extinguished, so that my flame may never light up again
Instead of being true to myself, you made me follow the stream
Broken to pieces,
You shattered my dreams,
You killed the fighter in me
You took my love and filled the gaps with misery
Broken to pieces,
I feel pain as if it's not mine
I see a girl suffer, a reflection of
NarcisismDoar în prostia mea sunt fericit!Narcisism7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Aurolacul propriei mele persoane
Mă face să nu am nevoie de oameni
Ori de camioane.
Doar în prostia mea sunt fericit!
De pe luciul retinei
Trecând zâmbind pe străzi
Acelaşi veşnic nimeni,
Găsind plăcere în halbe de bere
Şi în propria piele
În furtişaguri mărunte
Şi privitul la stele.
Doar în prostia mea sunt fericit!
Un mizantrop ipocrit
Clădind castele din nimic,
Doar în prostia mea sunt fericit!
Deşurubând stângaci convenţii
Ori inhibând intenţii
În vitrinele poftelor mele...
Doar în prostia mea sunt fericit!
meteor showersome such and many times agometeor shower8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when our dresses were made of autumn
and we wore lamprey eels around our necks,
glowing up our bright faces painted with sweat and rain -
we were not scared of anything.
we tattooed peacock feathers on our bony angel backs
and sang so loud and long we changed the ocean's tides.
god, we were luminescent
barefoot sandy-faced children we would run
and try to catch the metors falling, burning our palms.
at night the sky would hush us, wrapping us in blue
and we became constellations and recreated myths
in the cold thin air, like a petticoat
though our waists were uncinched and we were free.
we created tornados when we danced and ate them
like cotton candy, plucking bits of whirling air
to swallow and spin in our stomachs.
we were eves in our eden and all things were apples
but we didn't realize we'd been punished
til we found that we wore dresses made of cotton.
Ravers ManifestoRavers Manifesto11 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Our emotional state of choice is ecstacy,
Our nourishment of choice is love,
Our addiction of choice is technology,
Our religion of choice is music,
Our currency of choice is knowledge,
Our politics of choice is none,
Our society of choice is utopian, though we know it will never be.
You may hate us, you may dismiss us, you may misunderstand us, you may be unaware of our existence, we are not criminals, we are not disillusioned, we are not drug addicts , we are not naive children, we are one massive global, tribal village, that transcends man-made laws, physical geography, and time itself, we are The Massive, One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound from far away, the thunderous muffled , echoing beat was comparable to a mothers heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel and electric wiring.
We were drawn back into this womb , and there in the heat, dampness and darkness of it all we came to accept that we are all equal.
Not only to the darkness , and to ourselves, but
A Perfect fishfinA Perfect fishfin8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doorbells elope with grape-colored Hope.
Tissues embrace the exploding nose.
elbows and knees
sofas and trees
have swallowed me up before I said please.
And wedged in-between
is my bloaty birthday
where I waddled around
with glossy brown opals
Oh the World was merely Two.
the opposite of silentkeyboards made of hard candythe opposite of silent8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
notes sharp and clear and bright
(no honey-warm grands here, love)
mardi gras drums, star bass,
sugarplum guitars that dissolve
beneath your pressing fingers,
streets sing similes through tired feet,
keep walking, baby, dance.
swirl your skirts around your hips
make them watch from the windows,
show the man in the moon what it's like
to be jealous to want what he
can never have (that's you, darling, you)
break your heart out of your empty chest
pass it around like it's a greeting card
doused in sea salt, covered in ocean-water
water like the kind that's coming from their eyes
lover they're crying for you
let them freeoh and no don't tell me what you're talking aboutlet them free8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i like it better with the mystery like you were
extraspecial, i can pretend this way
that i'll find you one day scaling the side of my house
to get up to where i'm sitting in the clouds of what you said today
the way the way the way there aren't words for now
i am on my roof and you're climbing up to see me
climbing up to visit me
be happy my wallflower boy
you're prettier than paper anyway, nicer than a card
i'd rather have your getwell wish than any some shallow hallmark
angel could send, your hair on my pillow,
you left me flowers like orchids and roses and sunbeams
to drift through my white hospital bed you found me here
you found me and i missed you and those moonflowers
am i your moongirl,
am i your diana
i'm writing lovesongs to you and your silvereyes, blue, dark like gardening soil
you forget you forgot the shimmer
of mardigras beads around your neck, their plastic jangle,
bite your lips turn your head hold my hand
such a delicate realm"every new beginningsuch a delicate realm7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
comes from some other beginning's end."
i loved you yesterday.
not with passion or with poetry
i miss you.
and i tell lies.
i talked to mother earth yesterday
(such an old, old woman)
when she wore a diaphanous dress,
light pollution and shame.
i told her, "you are beautiful."
she said back in earnest that she was dying
and dying things are not lovely or loved.
i said, "yes, but you have
such a beautiful sky."
Dream Come TrueHis guitar strap is lying on the floor.Dream Come True6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can't seem to find the song he's searching for.
He strums his six-string, but no lyrics come to mind.
He is feeling something that words just can't describe.
He dreams at night of a wonderful girl.
He dreams he lives in a wonderful world.
Her microphone is shaking in her nervous hand.
She needs to find her voice, but doesn't think she can.
She does not know what it means to believe
In oneself, in love, in... anything.
She does not dwell on impossible dreams,
But she still wishes she could live happily.
He saw her stumble into the bar in her high-heeled shoes.
He thought to himself "I guess I've got nothing to lose."
She was doubtful at first, but he was so charming.
It was so hard to say no; his smile was disarming.
Then they danced together all night long.
And that was when their souls wrote this song,
The perfect song for both their lives,
Of true love, without secrets or lies.
Neither man nor woman had ever believed
Such perfection existed 'ti
Przypadek: PieknoPiękno było czymś, co nie mieściło się we franciszkowych wyobrażeniach.Przypadek: Piekno7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Nie potrafił jednoznacznie ocenić, co jest szpetne i godne pogardy, a co piękne i zasługujące na najwyższe uwielbienie.
Franciszek nigdy nie czuł,że któraś z kobiet z którymi obcuje jest piękna.
Każda była inna, a zarazem wszystkie z biegiem czasu stawały sie jednakowe, niemal identyczne, ich klejąca sie skóra, ich bezwiedne spojrzenia, stawały sie dla niego własnością jednej osoby.
Jednak kiedyś Franciszek P. był bliski poznania piękna.
Zobaczył jego odbicie w sklepowej witrynie, jak przechadzało sie po drugiej stronie chodnika na patykowatych nogach.
Piękno miało długie, zmierzwione, jasne włosy i niepewne spojrzenie.
Szło powoli i lekko, ale w jego ruchach był pewnien rodzaj przerażenia i niepo
tussen haat en liefdetussen haat en liefde8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
verstop je zere been maar
niet, ik weet het wel te
vinden - trap je tenen met
gebrek aan onderbuikgevoel
ik zie je levenslust in
zeven donkerbruine kleuren
- kan ze zwarter maken dan
je ooit zwart hebt gezien
waar is je liefde, in je
hand? toon me elke kromme
vinger - ik zal haar bij me
houden tot je weer verschijnt
ik zal je haren voelen, huid
beminnen, laag voor laag naar
binnen gaan - je naam weer
noemen, ziel vertrappen en
achter weer naar buiten gaan
How to heal a broken heart.How to heal a broken heart:How to heal a broken heart.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not write love poems.
Forgive yourself for the one morning you didn't kiss him awake while the alarm clock rang.
Let yourself cry when you realise you don't remember the last time he said "I love you".
And again, when you know exactly when you said "I love you" last, and it didn't matter to him anymore.
Do not count days between the last time he saw you naked and the night he told you he hadn't been happy for months.
And don't ask yourself what that last time meant to him.
Delete the songs you know you'll never be able to listen to again.
And his number from your phone.
And the text in which he calls you sweetie, and asks when you'll be home.
Save the emails in which he tells you that you're the most beautiful girl in the world, but promise yourself not to read them for at least ten years. It will still hurt then, but it will hurt less.
Avoid the bus that you took to get to him.
Call your best friend at 3 am just to hear her voice.
Little Thoughtsi hate youLittle Thoughts6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[i hate me]
you know it
[i believe it]
just dont admit it
dont say it
might come true.
wouldnt want that
[wheres my gun]
pirates and rockstars
fuck this world
fuck the next
[where the fuck is my bourbon]
can you guess
what the moral is?
[fuck this shit]
fuck being fucked
fuck the music
[fuck the words]
and fucking hell. fuck all this god damned hurt.
old waysi.old ways7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like candlewax coating from
your kiss-scarred tongue
and you stepped around them
torn-up flowered vases
love parted faces
such an exquisite exhibition you put on;
i woke up one morning
my stomach imitating
and found an angel hung up in the tree
outside my window her wings were bruised -
let's play gravedigger.
i named her my baby
and buried her delicate bones.
the lights were wild
and i could barely see:
oh how we danced that night.
we flung our bodies about
like trails of the sexiest comets
and screamed til our throats were as raw as the moon
as your eyes, so woeful hopeful as you
the roof of my house
is broken into geometric shapes.
there are perfectly circular stains on the floor.
i play hopscotch
when i get lonely.
To finally acknowledge.And in my dreams, I see you at night.To finally acknowledge.8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You held me, closely, hugging me tight.
So sweet was your touch, and calming your grasp,
It soothed my soul, I wish it had last.
But, went it away, as dreams do go.
I longed for your embrace, your strength to hold.
But my hand held air, empty in my palm.
Your face, I imagined, and that kept me calm.
I reached and reached, but never touched.
That night I had dreamed, I held myself, clutched.
Relaxing and drifting, into sleep oh so deep.
But a vision I encountered, it made me weep.
A metallic cage, surrounded by light.
The source of another—I recall it—Too bright!
A sharp stab of pain, and the extinguish of a candle.
The implications hurt me, too harsh to handle.
And the next day after, I kissed you goodbye.
The first and last kiss, I would receive in a while.
You finally noticed, you noticed just me.
But it all ended, when a car hit you…
And slammed you on a tree.
Moonlight.It was a sunny sunday. I was waiting for the sunset, like always. Waiting for the night and the cold, perhaps the rain.Moonlight.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And waiting for you again. I don't know why, everytime I see the sunset I not just remember you. I can feel you close to me. It's like be in your arms for a second; God knows that it's my biggest desire.
Every sunset, everytime it rains, everytime I'm about to sleep. I can see your eyes, for a second, I can feel your arms, for a minute. In that moment I feel perfect, in moments like these I can say I'm the happiest person in the world.
In times like these I can say I realized each dream in my mind. In times like these I can say I'm between the stars.
And you're the light that comes from the moon. You're who makes all my dreams - and truly they were just one - become truth. You're my love, you're my happiness. You're the reason why I wake up each day and sleep each night, you're the reason of each smile of mine. You're the last thing I think about before I sleep, and t
Heleni HamalkaIn Heleni Hamalka, the clouds are blindingly white and so thick that tiny sea dragons live in them, sparkles of silver. The clouds look as if they were woven with silver thread when the creatures poke their heads out at night, when the sky is a deep purple.Heleni Hamalka7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Right off Belle Plaine Avenue ther eis apond, not big but in the middle of a rock bed. The water is cold cold cold and fresh and so clear you can see every bright-red fish brushing your ankles. They are dressed so gaudily. They are brave, they stole their colors from Queen Elizabeth's handmaidens.
Willow trees here have leaves that look like Indian scarves cut into strips, but softer. They whisper against you when you walk through them and it is a haze of pale pink and yellow and orange. They smell faintly of lemonade. In the willow orchard called Riddle, on a windy day, they seem to have stolen the sunlight like a lover's heart.
And in the valle
Soul PoisonVenturing forth into the darkest reaches of the heart,Soul Poison11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Searching for answers to unspoken questions,
I gain the knowledge that poisons the soul.
The truth I find is a silent assassin,
It\'s venomous blade dissecting my sanityin tormented silence.
Striving for what I cannot possess,
the serum I seek hides herself in plain sight,
undetected by senses blinded by fates cold hand.
Death grips my heart in a ravens claw,
Savagely draining its beats like a countdown clock to doomsday.
My tainted soul screams in deafened silence,
Calling it\'s mute defiance to the
indifferent world we are thrust into.
We are born of pain and blood,
It is foolish to think one could live and die any differently.
So I venture forth once more,
I remove the parts of my soul which taint me,
Quarantined until the day my serum finds me,
And I die another day.....
grey light and old loveonly early todaygrey light and old love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when great decembers past
and blended smooth
into grey light and old love),
virginia pavement realized
that it truly did match
blinking red stoplights
and the footsteps of laughing girls
with flowers in their hair
and spread across the miles
blood vessels clogged with hope
all of us noticed:
summer has come early
wake up, shake up, joyful little girl.
sun, you are a trickster god
still there are months and i can already see frost
on the greenest grass and splintered ocean piers.
until then, this is a-one two three four,
a false start,
a quick and easy kill.