Elements of mineElements of mine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Give me thy flare,
to cast out obstinancy, and
lead me to insight of
what eyes troubled could not see;
videlicet betrayal hidden for long.
Wind, I call thee, to send my wings to freedom.
Give me thy blistering heat, to not
let the spark in my heart fade away,
let the flames begin, so that
I won´t have to let go of my desires,
burning inside, not to regret anything at all.
Fire, I call thee, to light up my chosen path.
Give me thy strength, to wash away
pain and despair felt for too long,
not drowning anymore now,
but adrifting in the belief,
to reach distances, unapproachable before.
Water, I call thee, to flow with me!
Give me thy might, so that I can
rely on you, no matter when, where or why.
If I ever stumble for making mistakes,
let me hit the ground softly and smooth,
so I can carry on without aching heart.
Earth, I call thee, to support me!
Give me thy faith in myself,
Not wanting to fight with myself,
I need to accept,
what can not be changed,
and see the world
My HallelujahMy HallelujahMy Hallelujah6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ive been broken for so long
I never knew that I fell this far
I thought I was going to stay this way forever
Been lost for so long, singing this song
Always screaming for mercy
At last Im screaming
At last Im screaming
Im living my life at last
I didnt always believe that I had faith
I never thought that I would change
But this time I would get better
Two birds I know, one for sorrow and two for joy
No longer searching for justice
Bringing every memory back just from remembrance
At last Im screaming
At last Im screaming
Im living my life at last
Picking up the final pieces
From my broken image
Suddenly now I finally believe
That Im going to be ok
Here I stand singing my last hallelujah
At last Im screaming
At last Im screaming
Im living my life at last
Self medicationI've got my feet on the groundSelf medication3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But you could fool me
I can't feel my head yet I know its spinning out of control
My heart is steadyily falling farther and farther
Because there's no one to hold it up anymore
My viens scream out the words my torn lips won't say
Why can't I say it anymore?!
My arms bleed out the lies that you told me as I lay bound
Don't be fooled, these tears I can't breathe through are just a front right?
Am I right? Because you've taught me this can't really be pain
It's all backward now, life's pendulum swaying has been severed
Am I still awake?
Theres no way I can cure this
Only bleed and breathe and suffer
I can't break down the walls you made to suffocate me,
Theyre all I have left during this bitter fading death
It's all I can do to feel alive
This self medication will only take one dose.
The Days Run Together.The Days Run Together.9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I really ought to ask you one day why you do that. Sit by the door as if you're ready to bolt. As if you can't wait to leave the room, even if I know all you want to be is noticed by the people in the crowd.
I have to wonder sometimes, why that is. You've got your headphones set like a headband, pushing all that long hair out of your eyes, the bangs caught underneath the grey plastic that curves to the shape of your head.
But the left side is always askew so that you don't block the world out completely. You listen. I know you do. You note random bits of conversation, little sounds that you enjoy associating with the other senses. You probably scribble them down on the table napkin. It seems each time I see you you've got a pen in hand, the ink backtracking and sometimes staining your fingers like bruises.
You bow your head and avert your eyes, but I know you -- of all people -- man
A Conversation.The bones of dragons built this city, she insists.A Conversation.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There, the spine snakes a road:
the same one that we drive up everyday.
The ribs, she tells me, have been broken down
into the posts that remind me of cage bars.
Which posts? I ask her, curious,
seeing only what my eyes permit me to see.
She smiles and murmurs:
The ones that flank the train
when we go down into the dark.
The same ones
that cut rectangles across your face
breaking light into swatches
Where are the heads? I inquire.
Ground down to dust.
Buildings. The fragments keep the stone we use
stable. And we need that as we reach for the sky.
Dragons, she explains matter-of-factly, danced the sky
because the sun called them His own.
We are children of the soil and belong below.
And the tail?
I don't know, she muses, considering.
I think it ran away.
The way the tail of lizards do
when danger comes.
I Love YouI Love You9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Love You, I Love You, I Love You
I love you, I love you, I love you.
I turn a deaf ear to the mad cawing
of a world that would tear me from you,
and listen, instead, to what truly matters:
the beat of your heart, and the sound
of "I love you, I love you, I love you,"
murmured through bone and flesh.
I rise from the safety of your embrace,
and stand by the window to gaze
upon the world of harsh light and color.
The glass is no defense against the noise
of duty, society, and all the hateful things
that break our solace and our sanctuary.
You call my name, your voice heavy with sleep,
and beckon me back to our truth.
I go to you, and draw the shutters over the world,
raining glass.she scratched words into the palms of her hands.raining glass.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'hope, peace, love, happiness, smile.'
all these things, etched into her skin.
blood ran through her life lines until she wrote in her own.
yet every time she looked and caught herself red handed, she started to cry.
she was caught an inch above where she really wanted to carve.
she was caught in the arms of her lover whom she knew to not be capable of loving.
she was caught in the teeth of her fake smile that made her cheeks ache.
she was caught in a glass house with no stones to throw.
so why did it feel like it was always raining glass?
Proud DeathI am Death, always have been, always will be. Some think of me as an angel. Others perceive me as a demon. I have been worshipped and feared long before man refined their ideas of religion and god. I once thought myself the judge of all that lives, but I was never meant to be anything more than a ferryman.Proud Death7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I was once merciful. I passed over those I saw as good. I brought early ends to those that brought others misery. I gave swift ends to those that had nothing but suffering left for them. I spared so many their tears, but still I was wrong.
I once played games, and accepted challenges from those that defied me. Oh, how I loved them for their bravery, their arrogance, and their hope. I always won, but I often made mistakes to prolong the game and feed their hope. Now the games are gone, and I can play no more.
I once struck deals with those that worshipped me. &
Awkward Poetry"I crouched above her gaping maw, and with trembling spirit cast off the lesser parts of me! Eons of struggle, but in the end patience and cunning combined wiley forces to defeat her porcelain silence!"Awkward Poetry4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Wow. What's your dad on about now?"
I shot Ellen a sideways look. "You really don't know?"
"He went to the toilet."
Her eyes went round. "Oh, god."
"...I chased thee! Through Perdition's flame! Round the rings of Uranus! Past the heaving vast pitch blackness of--"
"So... that's not the planet Uranus he's talking about then?"
"Fraid not," I sighed. "He's never been the same since the accident."
"Yeah. One of his poems got published in The Atlantic Monthly. Terrible mistake."
"...and with velvet roar I BANISHED thee to a watery grave!"
"He's always like this?" She was mesmerized.
"It's worse when he's... um...
save me.'save me,' you breathed, dropping those words gently into my ear from your full, red lips.save me.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
save me. a time bomb in the form of a time bomb.
i just didn't know you meant it.
'there is nothing better than a brisk day in December,' you told me, our hands beneath wool gloves clasped together.
you took pictures of our intertwined fingers and the corners of our mouths as they touched.
the trees were skeletal and the cardinals that perched sporadically in them gave the illusion that they were bleeding.
bleeding skeletal trees frozen in Central Park, captured by your camera lense.
this is what we were surrounded by as we walked hand in hand, your voice like wind chimes.
playful and light, coming and going with the breeze.
it just took me a while to realize that my love was the breeze that fueled you.
but by then, you had grown mute, your wind chimes dropped to the ground.
we stood in your kitchen and your slight shoulders were draped with a blanket your mother had knit.
it was soft and you
Chameleon Smiles"I always wanted matching straight jackets," she said, pressing her minuscule fingertips against the bent backs of dandelions and clovers. I only managed to blink back the laughter because even though she smiled lovingly at the sky, her eyes said "sometimes-I-think-I-belong-in-one."Chameleon Smiles5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"Don't be ridiculous," I say, leaning back onto the blanket of sun-worn grass.
She pouts with her all ready withered twenty two year old lips, "I'm not being ridiculous."
I smile and close my eyes as her innocence laden voice rambles on about why the sky really turns black--she is adamant that it's because a monster-star swallows up all the colours then spits them back in the morning. While the other stars are only there to avert suspicion by sparkling not-brightly-enough. I laugh and shake my head as her hands wash over my arm, trying to pull me into her descriptions. She never lets me forget how wrong about her I am.
"You could at least listen to me," I can imagine her rolling her eyes at me
light up freckles.'you make me feel as though my freckles light up in the darkness outside.light up freckles.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
when it's just us playing tag in our old people neighborhood.
and there's that moment where i can't make out your facial features.
but your eyes- your eyes are wide and the light from the moon makes them look more watery than they really are.
they stare at me and i can feel your panting breath.
it's warm and smells like the mint gum i gave you a few hours ago.
you make me think of shooting stars, you tell me.
why's that, i ask.
you're like a streak of light that blinks through the darkness.
and if i'm not watching, i'll miss it.
you say it as if it was just that simple.
that i was from outer space and that i was burning like a fiery light.
are you saying that i'm faster than you, i ask, knowing what you mean but trying to get you to stop being so handsome when you're serious.
i mean that i want to catch you.
don't you mean make a wish--?
my wish is to catch you.
to make you mine and fo
A Poet's Encyclopedia& the moment's slipped awayA Poet's Encyclopedia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chance for something
Beautiful & poetic to say
To be thrown into the quiet air,
To be awed at like a meteor shower
In a dark, late night atmosphere of the room.
But his poet fails again.
Opportunities never taken
Too scared, within her head
Of words straight out her mind,
Of words hot off her lips.
She can picture them
Tripping awkwardly around
Like little girls at their first ballet class.
She could write encyclopedias,
Volumes on the ultimate ways
To get tangled up in the worst things
That mean the most
& linger the best
Affecting so efficiently
The ones who expected it least.
Did he ever expect a tongue tied poet?
"I know," she whispers so often,
"I know," she whispers so fervently,
As if these are magic words,
As if they can bespell a broken heart
Into remembering what it's worth.
A gypsy queen in her wildest dreams
A gypsy queen by his own words.
He always has the right words.
See, he's a poet too,
Lyrical by nature,
Lyrical on demand,
He's better a
chalk.we are 5 year olds.chalk.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we are in the street and my messy hair is flying
around my face, masking my smile and sticking
to my lips. your hand is gripped around a thick
piece of chalk as you tell me to lie down. i flop
to the ground, laughing as i do so and lay still,
my arms and legs stretched out for you to trace.
but you surprise me as you start at my shoulders
and draw outwards, the sound of the chalk
calming me and my thoughts wandering.
you do not trace me, but move away, letting the
chalk slide across the pavement and i am
wondering if you're tracing my happy soul,
leaking out of my pores like a contagious disease.
i do not move, do not look at what you are
doing in fear that i may ruin something.
you move to my other side, stepping over me
and for a moment i wonder if you will step
on me. but your eyes are locked in concentration
and i try my best not to breathe as you finish
at my other side. 'look,' you tell me, and i do.
there are wings, large and spread, ready for
flight. i want
Shades Of Gray I hate hospitals. They may not be the scene of the crime, but they are the epicenter of human suffering.Shades Of Gray5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I can't believe I'm here - I've been waiting for what seems like an eternity. It's only been seven minutes, but my god, they are the slowest seven minutes I've ever experienced. There are four of us here, just waiting.
It's funny how we cluster together. Sure, we're not sitting next to one another holding hands, but we've all congregated in the center of the room on the small island of chairs there. At least they've taken some steps to warm the place up. No pale blue walls and uncomfortable plastic chairs. No, now its subtle pinks and comfy arm chairs.
The redhead is pretending to read a magazine, but she keeps glancing at the clock. You can tell she's been cryi
:Deja Vu:I feel the sand in my eyes, I feel it crunching between my teeth and I could taste it on my tongue. The kids are laughing and jeering while I am mourning. A playground full of elementary kids is supposed to be an innocent scene. Not one of bigotry and hate, but I have quickly found out that people, even young kids, are cruel. Ive always known that Im not like the normal child and apparently I am weak and frail and; therefore, am the butt of everything.:Deja Vu:5 years ago in General More Like This
I try to push myself off the ground but feel a shoe on the small of my back hindering me from getting up. I didnt try any harder; I figured it would be futile anyway. They werent going to let me up, not until theyve exacted whatever sadistic insult they had in mind. I just wanted to run off to my fathers grave, I hate this place, I hate these people! I began to block them out, and I thought of my father, of his sunny countenan
things are going to change.things are going to change.things are going to change.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i am going to start buying
cigarettes and after i light
them, i'm going to bury them
into my wrists. i never liked
the idea of cutting and the
smell of burning skin just
might make my mouth water.
things are going to change.
i am going to get on the first
bus that leaves tonight. i
don't care if it's only to the
edge of where i've been.
i just need to be out of here
and now and fast, fast, fast.
things are going to change.
i am going to continue to
bite my nails but i won't stop
there. i'll bite until i've got no
nails left and all i have are
bloody fingers with no shell.
exposed just like my skin
when i wear nothing but smoke.
things are going to change.
i'm going to start twirling by
myself on the sidewalk. like,
violently so that everyone has
to move out of my way so
they don't get bashed by my
spinning arms. i'll twirl until
my knees buckle and i vomit
into the gutter where ugly things
live and i'll think about crawling
down there and fitting in.
Immigrant's Guide to ColoradoI was promised horses. I remember this distinctly.Immigrant's Guide to Colorado6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
My dad knew as well as I that moving isnt easy, especially to a place so very far away, so he would cushion it with promises such as these. Thoughts of horses and mountain ranches made the process of tearing away from my homeland all that more bearable, so I complied. My visions were of a log cabin situated on the hips of the foothills, with gentle mares that would lean their heads in my window in the heat of summer mornings. Of dirt roads and tractors, of cattle and barbed wire. But mostly horses, of course.
Colorado is not all horses and ranches. Our house turned out to squat in a quiet patch of suburb that seems a subtle copy of the very neighborhood from which I had come. It is a pale ivory and not made of logs, and the grass lives in trim, green patches like quilt squares, not in long stalks that whisper to my elbows. And the mountains?
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Entoncesotra vez Entonces5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thinking of you every ten
or every five
this is what its like, eh?
to crush after
such a long time away
i hit quit
but stepped on the start button
when i tripped
cant describe how
good it feels
to roll the dice
how can i measure
the speed of my pulse
when im looking for you
and find your eyes
never thought i had a type
until i typed your name
i like the way
you say my name
id rather stand by you
while you talk
than stand by anyone else
in the world
MemoriesMemoriesMemories6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Molly was screaming.
Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut and her mouth was wide open, screaming and screaming. I clambered out of bed and rushed over to her.
Molly? I said quietly. I tentatively took hold of her arm and shook it. Molly! Wake up!
Her eyes snapped open and she closed her mouth. She stared up at my face for a second and then she sat up and gripped my arm.
You have to be careful, she said, her eyes wide and fearful. Mark, please. When you go to-no, wait. Dont go at all. When you-no, when I ask you, dont do it, dont get on that plane, Mark, please.
I stared at Molly, at her wide, fearful eyes, and then the bedroom door opened and my mother came rushing in, turning on the light.
Bad dream, Molly said immediately. Her voice was no longer hysterical and she smiled slightly.
Good night my valentine... To break my heart to peices dear oneGood night my valentine...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And warm it all in the same,
Your lovely being so lively and free
Has now become quite tame.
Slumber lulls you, sleep comes slow
To ease those fluttering eyes,
Don't fret dear love, I'm here with you
To hush your softened cries.
Crimson tears for bitter lies
but that's all behind us love.
All that matters in this breath
Is holding you my dove.
Fingers laced and bodies intwined
I'll keep you close and near.
Tonight I'll we'll both slip into it:
The darkness that you fear.
One more kiss, one more breath
On skin so silk and smooth,
Before I lose you to sweet sweet dreams
I'll kiss the heart I soothe.
Sleep well, dear one, and find your peace
In perfect, calming rest.
Your falling farther, deeper now
Our bodies warm and pressed.
I'll be your lover forever
And you'll always be mine.
Try not to forget me lying here,
Good night my valentine.
And now: We writeWe write:And now: We write3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the days are too long to handle,
When the nights are bitterly frigid,
When your hope flickers less than a candle,
When you're frozen, unloved and rigid.
Over joyed by a bright summer day,
Over worked by menacing force,
Overwhelmed in a terrible way,
Overcautious of life's winding course.
In total love,
In good times and in bad,
In sickness and in health.