Friendships is a valuable bond,
To break it means death.
You leave the others world
To become a stranger of formalities.
Although alive to the world,
Through writing or words you chose to die
The moment I read your words,
Was the moment you passed away through my eyes.
Goodbye you told me twice
What friends would never do,
Too much pride to allow you,
To ever change your mind
and live again
A friend of yours I am no more,
A friend of mine you are
To me, your death was painfully slow
You hardly felt a thing
Looking deep into the eyes of strangers
Confused, running past the crowd
As nowhere do I see
The kindness and knowing I recognize.
Looking into the coffin,
Your glassy eyes stare back
I close them for the last time
As you chose to leave the world of the living.
I place your picture on your box
Under the engraving of your name
Following your funeral
To your grave.
At the final farewell
I shed a tear
I was your friend
Just in case you doIll have to compromise,Just in case you do6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I prefer cute,
But sure, attractive.
It felt so good,
But a compromise is hardly heartfelt;
Cute fairly neutral.
But for a first,
To be open,
It feels more special,
Than it can ever be.
Curiosity gets flattering,
Captures the heart,
At the price of respect.
Yet other men walk the earth,
And once you shall realize
You mean more to some
Sometimes you are seen as more
He looked at me,
He didnt call me cute,
He never uttered that word.
Instead he said youre beautiful
To me made all the difference
Sometimes one will say,
I will pretend to be blind,
for eternity if I must
because you chose this.
of course, if thats ur wish
Ill make it possibile.
you shouldnt go alone,
it might be dangerous.
And you know he will be there
If you need him.
One mans hillOne mans hill,One mans hill7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is another mans mountain.
Some poeple may conquer it with ease.
Others may struggle.
The climb can seem long and ardaous
You may feel like throwing in the towel.
You carry on..
And when you finally reach the top of that mountain
The view from up there is breathtaking.
FrozenHe stood completely still as he watched me walking slowly toward him. His eyes wide with fear and fascination, like a small bird watching a snake glide towards it. Not daring to move. I could see that he had stopped fighting with himself and had made his decision to stay. Not that his decision mattered. His body had made the decision at the start of the night.Frozen7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
His eyes widened as I drew closer and still he had not moved an inch. I could see the emotions playing across his face, just like the rest of them, and knew exactly what he was thinking. His unconscious mind knew there was something dangerous about me, something to be feared, but his conscious mind, his logical mind, refused to believe that anything or anyone as beautiful as me could be dangerous. Once again I felt pity for the human race, felt sorrow for the simple fact that they could not protect themselves from predators of the mind and heart. Ancient predators that could and would play them like puppets.
I stopped in front of
Happy Mothers DayI lay in bed listening to the sounds of the raindrops hitting the window pane. I rolled over and checked the time on my bedside table. It read 8:15. It was safe to get up. I climbed out of bed and padded softly across the room to the bathroom. After splashing my face with cold water I decided to go downstairs and start on breakfast. But not mine. Definitely not mine. My stomach rumbled with the thought of breakfast and I realised I hadnt eaten last night. But there was no time for that now. I would just have to be careful.Happy Mothers Day7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I had avoided looking in the mirror, I didnt need to look at my reflection to know I had deep purple lines under my eyes, I could feel them. No sleep every night combined with hunger does that to a girl.
I decided to make pancakes and had just finished a batch, when I heard Mum get up and pad barefoot in behind me. I switched on the kettle to make her coffee.
Mmm pancakes Mum said her voice still heavy with sleep.
I flipped over a pancake
My Dearest Cigar SmokerMy Dearest Cigar Smoker.My Dearest Cigar Smoker6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You sit back,
Hold it for a moment,
And slowly let it escape
A wonderful way to corrupt your lungs.
It is your right to destroy them,
But a privilege to get someone elses
When yours give up on you_
When I ask you to quit smoking,
Im your conscience,
at least I have a beautiful one you say
Only for part of the day
"An important part of my day "
I dont want to loose you,
Ive had enough pain
Ill never leave my princess you tell me
but you cant choose that
just dont make it a cigar
please dont make it that cigar
which takes you away .
Is love?Is love worth the pain that follows?Is love?6 years ago in Open More Like This
If hurt came first
I could endure,
In the knowledge of seeing better days.
Knowing love would heal my pain.
But love is always what comes first
Smiles, laughter and trust
Agony and hurt what ends it all
Get left with my tears, a broken heart.
Yes, its worth going through pain to get love
But is love worth the pain that follows?
Are the good young moments good enough?
Can a man be worth my sorrows?
Abandoning me without a thing
Having taken all I offered,
Leaving me to soothe my own pain
To try and fix the mess he created.
Now I have the knowledge
Can I ever trust a man
To be different than they say?
Or is it really true
That they are all just the same?
Will every man seeing me really think
If she still breathes its ok?
Can I trust a man not to believe
I can simply throw her away
And if he does exist
Will I dare to trust?
Will I ignore my past?
Will I listen long enough?
Believe the words he says
for himWhy do I care so much?for him7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What makes you the one person that matters?
What makes your smile the most precious one?
Your words worth a fortune?
Your existence the thing keeping me awake at night?
I simply adore you,
Heart, spirit, and soul.
I miss you though we never met,
I miss you because you are gone.
Please come back and kiss me,
Give me my promised hug.
Bless me with all your laughs and smiles,
And never, I ask you, never,
Give me back my heart.
Keep it imprisoned in your possession
And allow me to keep yours to beat for me.
My darling I love you,
Do fix me with you gaze...
And before all else remember that
"No matter how many miles split us apart,
You will always be a piece of my heart."
A dreamA DreamA dream8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a dream,
It fills my heart,
Nothing is more important.
It takes all my thoughts,
And urges me to keep going.
I have a dream,
Yet my dream
Is far away from perfect,
So gives many a preoccupation,
A preoccupation to destroy it.
My heart is not as strong as ten,
Shattered like glass is my dream,
Scattered into the void within me,
And I'm left to search.
It's impossible to find back all the pieces,
Now every part grows its own roots,
One big dream, no various small ones
All demanding me to choose.
I feel a wish, a new desire,
Calling me from deep within,
It is a new dream:
To find my dream.
LifeLife's a dream.Life7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It all goes by so quickly
And yet moments last forever...
Every day of my life is filled with wonder
And each minute is one to cherish.
Yet not every moment is a joyful one;
Several hours are spent in misery and depression...
But then again, even more hours are spent in joy.
Why is every moment so painful, yet so beautiful?
Why can't those moments I love last longer,
And Why do the horrible times have to stretch on?
If life's all a lie,
And if dreams never come true...
Am I just a figment of my own imagination?
Has my life been but a dream?
And do I even exist outside of my dream at all?
Life is formed in blood,
And life is sealed in fate...
And yet I laugh at the power of the stars,
And shun the idea of destiny,
Living every second to its fullest.
I love youI love you.I love you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you,
With my torn heart,
With the pieces shattered
With the wounds.
I love you,
Who does care.
I love you,
With all the hate,
That people who love me
Carry for you.
I love you,
Despite your ignorance,
I love you,
With those moments
Only I still hold dear.
Venomous FusionShe was seductive, a force consuming my lust.Venomous Fusion6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Consuming my compliments as she smiles and blush.
She drove me to love her and I bought her a ring.
I wanted to show her that this was more than a fling.
He flashed me a smile, suiting his arrogant looks,
and at all the right moments, right words, right expressions.
But the ease at which he gave me that ring,
made me feel fooled by his game, me: an ignorant little thing?
This was more than a fling, she was something different.
She made my heart sing when our lips synced in position.
My love would part the sea's and bare the weight of the world.
For her love for me exceeded the way she made my toes curl.
As a mirror my reflection was her affection and commitment.
I presented this ring to what my life has been missin.
Though accepting to the call of my heart,
My mind couldn't help but wonder,
would he have cared,
If I were another.
If i were of his kind.
If I were with child.
What if? what if?
My mind was going wild.
Are We SelfishIn a world always cold,Are We Selfish7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
her enemy, growing old,
a woman finds her fold
crooked and undersold.
A life lost in promise
with moments so tenuous,
disaster oft a near miss,
never curing with a kiss.
He's the one for me, however this is more than I ever bargained for. At the cost of not being alone, I am granted a tumultuous ride with breaks of heavenly sweetness. I see greatness in him, however it is often buried in an even greater sadness. He won't open that up to me. Is he worried that it'll hurt me, or is he just ashamed?
Am I selfish?
Only a hero if need be,
he's tied down to be free,
blinding his sight to see,
in a flux, interminably.
Never planning a next,
he whispers like a hex,
echoed remorse, post-sex,
as keen as Oedipus Rex.
She's the reason why we are still together after many years. Her will and determination has seen us through many of my poor decisions. Even still, I inexorably test her to the point of breaking from time to time, only picking up the slack when I need to. Despi
PoetryThere is something about poetryPoetry10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that loosens the soul
it evokes strong feelings
it never gets old
it is pure emotion
feelings that do not waver
bottled up inside
waiting for the right paper
bright and cheerful
gloomy and sad
loving and tender
hateful and mad
it doesnt matter
whatever the mood
a poem can be found
that will fit the groove
that you cannot see
when reading greatness
that thing called poetry
Love Is At WarThey have it all wrong; I just know that they doLove Is At War7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling in love is not what it use to be.
You can't cage it, contain it, or set it free--
You can't control it, want it, just let it be.
Why are they doing this? I don't understand;
Searching for something, yet not taking a stand.
Do they even know what love is? Maybe I don't
But what I see, could it be?
Ah, how it makes me lose hope.
Love is a power; it grows from within.
A desire that burns in the heart of a friend!
But what if it isn't? What if I lie?
What if love is nothing, just something th
Striking ChordsLike a flash of light,Striking Chords7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these words that I see,
the results of a test,
wishing me a long life ahead.
And I find myself sighing...
Like a burst of heat,
these words that I see,
a note from a loved one,
unexpected - short and sweet.
And I find myself smiling...
Like the beat of a drum,
this heart that I hear,
a steady life-blood pounding,
with purpose, hope and fear.
And I find myself crying...
The chords of life,
striking so very oddly,
this song is unfinished.
your human heart?your human heart?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bare dirty feet,
filthy hair and nails.
crawling day and night
around on dusty or muddy paths.
A clean trail,
drawn on the cheek_
by the tear that just fell.
The large dark eyes,
staring into yours.
carrying knowledge and experience
you never dreamed of;
knowledge beyond years...
The small body,
the countless scars,
a living memory
of what happened.
Of what bombarded them all.
Of all the losses.
Those large dark eyes,
staring into yours;
Will your kindness pick it up?
Mathematics(Parentheses)Mathematics7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are very important in statements
(and in "I love you"s)
we always calculate wrongly
(simple mistakes with no excuses)
charging the positives negatively
(because miracles are only for romantics)
x and y only ever meet once
(there is no second chance)
0.618 squared doesn't equal 1
(and I don't know the last number to pie)
the root of this problem
(has no solution)
is a 3 behind the lens
(so small that it's often forgotten)
love is not cubed but a sphere
(definitely not our circular arguments)
understanding must appear on both curves
(unless you intend for precise failure)
it is no longer an equation
(but merely undefined)
Beautiful Stranger.She's such a beautiful stranger and nothing like the rest.Beautiful Stranger.7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Her eyes have their own voice, putting my sanity to the test.
Her walk is like poetry, her hair like a lions mane.
More attracted than ever, she makes my mind go blank.
I've never been at a lost for words until i saw her.
So I was sure we'd be together when that first glance occurred.
I see her in my dreams,
But I'm haunted by many things.
When angels cry for my sorrow,
I will then believe in a better tomorrow.
There's loose ends in this love triangle,
high winds from the wings of this symmetrical angel.
Fire from the eyes of my adversaries, tryna bother me.
and liquor in the bellies of the members of this comradery.
Such a beautiful stranger,
Her eyes screaming danger.
Without Wings We SurviveLife is a cure against an otherwise intolerable existence,Without Wings We Survive7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a radiant warmth from our core which wraps tenderly,
so as she falls from up high, cold seeks to overcome,
her dress trailing with outstretched arms to the sky.
The night's claws are far from soft as they grasp,
chilling in their uncaring embrace, evoking shivers,
it pushes the mind away to another age and place,
long dormant seeds of thought sprouting into dream.
Time stands still in this otherworld of memory
and she dwells outside, staring in, separated,
the scene like a comforting bosom without a babe,
such a waste it seems, she leans against the unseen.
Empty shells of light, she watches these loved ones,
for they are long gone from this world, departed,
wisps of emotion seeking to tug at her soul, desperate,
all goes black as her distant body collapses, broken.
Sleep is forced upon the beaten and bloody form,
yet her heart beats strongly, having a reason to,
even as she forgets all but her name, becoming reborn,
They Hunger PoemThey HungerThey Hunger Poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it Vanity, to hide from your fears?
Is it then, Fate to have them shown to you?
I stood, cringing in my shoes
My blood freezing over in my veins, and then burning white-hot
I bit back the bile that rose in my throat, my mouth
If I had but the courage, I'd break down and cry
You've heard the stories of the Dead,
Our loved ones leave us and we rest them in wooden beds,
These coffins since old and shielded by the earth
We think, in time they will become like dust
We think them safe, ah but what do we really know?
We do not guard over them, 'cept for hunters of body
Yes you've heard of these monstrosities, in speech, in writing
Have you seen them before, these demons small?
One thing to read, another to experience, ah and only one isn't so bad
There, before my feet, forsaking the confines of earthbound homes
They crawled, everywhere, of hundreds in number
They crawled, as they would, devouring flesh of a dead body, but there was none
Horror was burning and coursing
I am a PoetI am a Poet8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a poet. My feelings pour.
This is my anti-suicide.
What I do when I can't take anymore.
This is how I get out whats inside.
These are my letters to the one I love.
These are all my feelings, hurt and pain.
There are the feelings no one heard of.
Sorrow, Misery, agony and Blame.
I write what I feel and think.
I pour my heart into it from beginning to end.
My tears are My blood and Ink.
cause every poet needs a friend.