Soft Touch From A SoilderSoft Touch From A Soilder9 years ago in Typographical More Like This
This is War
i'm just a normal man
i wouldn't hurt nothing at all
but here we are
our leaders have a plan
i'd only kill if it's for them
now here we are
i drove in a car and flew in a plane
to come to your house and kick your door in
now it's down to this, it's just you and me
i'll blow your fucking head off for my country
i go to church (synagogue) and tithe
i go to work in a suit and tie
but this is war
i'm really not sure why
but the tv says that you are wrong
now here we are
my feet hurt from the sand
but still i march on gun in hand
cause this is war
this isn't what i planned
i wanted to be so much more
but this is war
Be TreatedBe Treated2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So patient, what are your current symptoms?
I...I....w-well..just, I think....these days
Hmm, stuttering, Risperidone, what else you got?
I feel like crying sometimes (is a phase).
Crying...hmm..now let me see
You probably also have mood swings?
Fatigue, no sleep, too much sleep
That untreated depression often brings?
I burst into tears now and then
Especially when I read the news
So much cruelty everywhere!
So,what about regular substance abuse?
Substance, that's what I really look for
Everything's quite shallow and trite
No one cares about justice, you know?
Celexa's the one I should really write.
What other symptoms do you have?
Anxiety, anger, restless legs?
Drugs can easily cure 'em all
Down to their very last dregs.
It's really more like....helplessness
So little I can do, it makes me mad
Every time I put fuel in my car
Every time I use my blood-iPad
Those workers that died in Apple factories
Might've touched this gadget I hold so dear
Hiding from a SalesmanHiding from a Salesman2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She looked down the sunny, shimmery spot
Where the road becomes a river
And realized with a quiver,that
The gunmetal silhouette was close.
She tried to run, but her left shoe
Was stuck in molten pitch
She felt pins and needles under her toes.
(And in her neck where two drops of salt
Decided to join up, form a thin stream, and wait).
She left the shoe behind and ran
On a road so hot
That it felt icy
(Like a frozen Coke can).
One time she hid inside a rose bush and was covered in nicks
Another time she blended into the grey-blue shadow of a power plant
Another time she rested in a café restroom
Another time, behind a piñata,
A recycle bin, a Burmese Mountain Dog, a
Makeshift stage, a water-cooler, a cut-out of Justin Bieber;
She hid, held her breath, waited.
(He just won't take the hint
Holding his long, ready, poem in hand
He needed audience).
He needs her eyes, her palm
Her mouth making shapes
Of appreciation and gratitude.
(He somehow needs only her.)
Ch7: Resist!Ch7: Resist!2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yellow tinted lights projected a thin sheet of illumination over a paper-strewn mahogany desk, nestled in a cramped office. Folders and file disks littered Daniel Clay's work station, which was sectioned off from the copious, identical cubicles that consumed the building's floor. Surrounded by the clutter, stood framed displays made to resemble picture frames, cycling images of precious memories with his wife and children. With a deep sigh, he opened one of the case files that had the W.O.E insignia printed in bold letterhead, staring at the sharp print with sleepless eyes. On the thick stack of papers were criminal records of Marcus Rigo and Zane Tyler, as well as personal records showing their past residences, health records, employment history and various other statistics. Daniel flipped through a few pages on Zane's file and came upon his military file "Army mutt, eh?" Clay muttered under his breath as he scanned the pages "What the hell?" Under Zane's milita
A Real JobThis sterile trap,A Real Job4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This corporate limbo,
Each day the same,
Data entry, data transfer,
Clicking and ticking of keys
In such great volume it sounds
Like heavy rain on the cold, cracked concrete.
This thin gray carpeted cubicle wall
Surrounds my exhibit room as I wait for lunch,
While white collars and other passers by
Look in at my simulated habitat.
Two frames, one with my wife,
The other with both of us, and the two kids
Adorn the otherwise light gray, fluorescent lit
Ten by ten square that is my territory.
I don't want to wait thirty years to retire
When I could have a job instead.
Life, A JourneySummer walks through the grassLife, A Journey4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking things I thought were past
My mind drifts along ocean waves
This conscience lost among the maze
A fiery blaze
The Waking WillowWillow trees that dream at duskThe Waking Willow4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched beside the rivers brink
May hang their heavy branches down
Resting where the shadows slink.
Weary from the wearing world
But born to bare it, though they sink
Into the mire round their roots
And still, with thirst they deeply drink
From waters formed pon mountains high
And droplets formed from weeping skies
That watch below the whole earth die
Swallowed softly in its lies.
Just like the mire round the roots,
From which a willow tree must rise,
Mans world spreads forth its hungry hive
To eat all it can hypnotize.
And so the weeping willow cries
And bends in sorrow to the brink
Limbs shaking with the silent sighs
Grief growing from the soils stink
And sees reflected in the stream
Its rippling form held in the light
That seems to whisper of a dream
We waking walk through till the night.
When bleary sun will rest its eye
And darkness fall upon us all
Then we can look up to the sky
And hear the silver clarion call
Devil's BrewBlack and foul,Devil's Brew4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With steaming taint,
The liquid in my mug
Offends me much.
It's taste is such
It brings to mind a slug
Whose slimy trail
Does now entail
To gather at my lips.
It makes me ill,
This swirling swill
I drink with grueling sips,
This fetid funk
This juice of skunk
That doth insult my tongue.
A troll's pit sweat
Or closer yet
The essence of dog dung
Or toxic waste
Would better taste
Than this revolting brew,
And yet, alas,
I'm such an ass.
To go without won't do.
Earths Final Resting PlaceThe weight of this worldEarths Final Resting Place4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rests heavily upon my shoulders
As streams of tears
Flow to eternal oceans
These legs grow weak
Earth pressing on the back of my neck
Pushing me toward
The celestial dirt I walk
The weight of this world
Resting heavily upon my back
As my last breath
Is crushed from my immortal soul
Death of a GoldfishTo watery grave I must departDeath of a Goldfish4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But lose not heart
Nor give a moan
As I go down the porcelain throne.
TristramYou came into my city's walls,Tristram4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And shone despite your wounded state,
And soon you echoed through my halls,
And offered me the hand of fate.
You told me of your foreign lands,
And tugged me gently toward their shore.
Pulled me past the burning sands
Into the thirsty ocean's roar.
And so we sailed towards glooming night,
Star-eyed and dreaming, hearts entwined
Each drunken in the others sight,
Each full of hopes and danger blind.
And now the dark has finally come
But left us with the quiet stars.
No more the heat of glowing sun,
But silvered beauty now is ours.
Which softly sings of coming dawn,
And greater things than light soaked noon
And whispers why all hearts are drawn
To dance beneath the fickle moon
So once again I raise the flask
And knowing, drink the lover's brew
And toast to what my love would ask
And give my will to cleave to you.
Read the Label Before UseChewing on a concept, lurking like a night owl. Pain springs from my eyes and I touch but don't grasp. Faking a pillow, I hope that this quiet will last. The past couple nights these eyes haven't closed. Maybe it's something more but nobody knows. Consciousness and hurt are pervasive and bitterly cold. I was hoping eventually these feelings would become old. Like fresh wounds they sting and take long to heal. Raking my brain for a numbness that is so sweet. I turn to a darkness recluse in blank sleep. Downing the pills to make it possible, condemn myself to dreams probable to permeate my waking and make it like ice. A numbness that takes away thought and throws it to vice. In drugged stupor my dreams take a fervor that only rebels the psycho elite yet still in this sleep, I find peace. From the waking. From my madness in all it's making. My pillows are the only ones who are witness to my tears. And my blankets, the only ones to my deepest fears. In the light of day my face is solid, noRead the Label Before Use4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Must I Hide Everything?Every pure emotionMust I Hide Everything?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mutilated as it leaves my mind
Until all that shows
Is a grotesque
And pitiful happiness
An unbidden smile
A half-hearted chuckle
So no one knows I suffer
So no one asks me why
So I'll never need to tell them
Why I wait to die
Huh?Cracked booksHuh?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and open hands
point the way
waiting to happen,
but somethings are worse than death.
Yes. Somethings are worse than death.
YouA dance with emotionYou5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A glass full of joy
When I look at you
The world seems to slow
How your lips move the certain way they do
How your eyes glisten the certain way they do
Apart from the rest and yourself you have always been
Never one to conform to the popular trend
And that is what I oh so love about you
How you aren't afraid to be you
How you don't care what anyone else thinks
Because in the end, what matters is what YOU think
And that makes me think worlds of you
You, this person of immense inspiration
A person who makes me feel like I can do anything
But you aren't a super hero
You are you, and I would ask for you no other way
For, were you any different, you wouldn't be you
And you without being you is no good
For in my eyes, there is only you
And without you, there is no me.
i'm sorry.you think i'm losing my mind.i'm sorry.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i know for a fact that i'm not.
i know for a fact, that i'm good.
or, maybe there's something i forgot.
this is no place to try and live my life.
this is no place to settle down.
this is a place for my strife.
this is a place to frown.
i'm ready to start this shit again.
i'm ready to try this over.
i'm ready to make amends.
i need to get sober.
i'm sorry for the person i became.
i'm sorry that i'm different.
i'm sorry it took so long for me to change.
i'm sorry, that's not what i meant.
God Exists Because I Say SoEvery time I get into a theological debate, the pro-God side says something to this effect: God only exists if you want Her to.God Exists Because I Say So5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
This argument is nothing. Sorry, it's not nothing; it's just pointing out the obvious.
Of course you will believe in something if you want to. It's simply a matter of prioritization. Say you don't want to be alone, more than you want to live in an enlightened state. You will create a God, who you can always talk to and thus never be alone, to avoid this loneliness. However, not everyone is willing to give in that easily.
The mistake that so many of the pro-God make is the assumption that the anti-God somehow does not want God to exist. Yes, I know, that's very contradictory wording.
In some cases, yes, this is very true. I still haven't found a religion that proposes a wholly good God, and so I would not want any of their models to exist. I'm not going to force myself to believe in the Invisible Pink Jesus, or the Fallen Spaghetti Angel.
Still, let's just say
Dear Aristocrat_I'm Back_Dear AristocratDear Aristocrat_I'm Back_5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So the Slum Rat
I guess I have to say this
Or else neither of us will
Though Im sure you know,
Im the one who needs to
open my eyes
And close my mouth
(Dont worry about my ears
If they werent open,
How would I respond to
I dont know why Im
Writing this way
A real letter would be
Doubt youll read this
Or write back
Sometimes I wonder why you
Stand me, Aristocrat
Sure, you tell me Im
The Best (a lot)
But you shouldnt
(You know why)
I hate to say this,
But were the
Same end of
Not smart to put together
Im surprised you dont
Get rid of me
Send me away
Forget about everything
Not because its an
Youd just get some
Quiet, for once.
(Seriously, how do you stand me?)
I wish things were
I dont know where
My tongue got so sharp.
I have to be honest.
I cannot change.
What I am
Is all I am
Same goes for y
Life Like a PoemLife is like a poem,Life Like a Poem5 years ago in Open More Like This
Some people like it,
Some people hate it,
It can be ugly,
It can be beautiful,
It can be both,
It can be simple,
It can be complicated,
It has feeling,
It expresses things,
Its whole purpose isn't expressed in its words, alone,
It can be studied,
Its whole meaning is up to the one dealing with it,
It can change in an instant,
It can tell the beholders about themselves,
It always ends.
Not TodayIt's hard to talk about somethingNot Today5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When your tongue keeps taking tumbles
And your mind keeps going numb,
Gumming up the works
Filling up your head with sand
As you go
And there goes the tangent again.
A thought that slips and slides
Like a fish through water
Or a bird through air.
I'll catch it one day.
Know what to say.
Know how to broach the subject to myself.
But not today.
Today it slips away
The Existence of EvilIn this point in time, in our world, there are hundreds and perhaps thousands of movies portraying the classic good versus evil struggle. But as I ponder on it, I start to wonder, is evil even real? Or is it a man-made concept?The Existence of Evil5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Let us look at a few points. We basically look at these things as evil: Murder,lying, rape, theft, and dishonesty.
If you narrow it down even more, it comes down to Murder and Dishonesty, because rape is a kind of theft (taking without consent) and theft and lying are kinds of dishonesty. But if you look at it even more abstractly, you see that we all do bad things. To kill someone is, according to society, a very bad thing. But our governments create wars and our corporations fund them. So, killing is bad...but killing people in another country is justifiable? That, in itself, is a form of dishonesty. You are not being true to yourself if you try to justify killing someone for your country if you believe that killing is bad in the first place.
Now let us look a
RememberRememberRemember5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ive found my greatest fear
Its being forgotten
No, not like meeting someone for one minute and
Being afraid they wont remember me later
Its not being remembered at all
Im afraid of not existing
I dont want to be just ash and dust
No way Ill make history
Can the common person be known?
I dont want to be famous
But can you receive one
Without the other?
Can I be a shadow
With something that lasts?
No, I dont want light
Lime colored, spotted, or other wise
I want to show someone
How it was
Finding my life story
I guess its a common fear
A selfish fear
But I want to be
For this fear
I scream out in silence (though nobody hears)
And hope that the echoes reach somebodys ears
[Dont forget me]