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Smelly bookThere is nothing in this world like a good smelly bookSmelly book6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't mean from the garbage, or covered in some muck
I mean one that's been read before, not one just for show
All those fingers, minds and eyes, they leave a trace you know
A new book is all shiny and the spine is hard to crack
But a smelly book is comfortable when lying on your back
A new book will try to trick you , and make you lose your place
A smelly book is all relaxed, it feels comfortable and safe.
But if you get a brand new book, there's nothing to despair
Just remember what it needs is to be read to earn its wear
So take it out and read it , don't treat it with kid
BondageChains holding me down,Bondage5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Grim Reaper throws me to the ground,
He refuses to give any relief,
I am his slave, his prisoner chief.
Bound by his desire,
Wish something could quench his fire,
He tells me to smile,
It’ll be along while.
He jokes about letting me escape,
Then puts his icy hands all over, committing another rape.
He laughs when I try to fight,
Thrives off my fright.
Cruel evil bastard, just wait, someday,
The game will get switched you’ll pay.
I’ll be released,
Your tyranny will cease.
No more will I be in your bondage,
I welcome you to a new age,
One where my rage reigns supreme
The years of my suff
Mila mi je govorila majkaMila mi je govorila majka:Mila mi je govorila majka6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Proj se, ćeri, mlada računarca."
A ja majku nisan obadala,
računarca ja san odabrala.
Da san moju majku obadala,
sad se ne bi klela ni kajala.
Sad se kajem i proklinjem živa.
O, pameti moja, di si bila?
Make Me Normal...Make Me Normal...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Make Me Normal
Trapped in my own little world,
Intertwined in a life of confusion,
Caught in the mist of rejection,
Cursed with an eternity of suffering.
Misunderstood, day in, day out;
No one saw it through my eyes,
Never felt it through my skin,
They did not even know it exists.
Pushed around where ever I go,
Misjudged by the Jury of the norm,
Injustified verdict inevitably passed,
Sentenced by those who are different.
New days arrise dawns of distress,
Continue to learn more of the curse,
The more I do, the more it hurts me,
Makes me feel I could had been more.
It would indeed be a wonderful life,
Wonderful to live life w
My SufferingMy Suffering2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes you make me regret the day I met you ... Sometimes I
feel I'm the luckiest person in the world for it
You hurt me when I need you so bad ... I try to tell myself not to
forgive you but instead laugh at the 1st joke you crack
I feel like you belong to me and I belong to you ... I feel like we are
meant to be with each others
When I try to get all my strength and tell you about my true
feelings ... I fear that this might be the reason for you to leave me
Sometimes I hope to meet someone else better than you ... I try not
to think about you but end up thinking about you
I want to tell you i miss you ... I want to tell you i h
Down Under7 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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The Dismal GardenThe Dismal Garden6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There once was a beautiful and luscious garden, filled with muted grays and pastels. Oh, the taste of the sweetest leaves that grew around a mound of brush and twine. What could become of such temptation?
The girl, so soft and white. She had eyes and hair of coal, as black as the stray passing by. Her lips were those of a doll. Velvety red rose petals. But it wasn't the roses she fancied.
She was drawn to the leaves of a strangely colored flower, entwined around a tell of vines and grasses. The flowers, so black they almost mirrored with her eyes. The petals topped with yellow trodden speckles. She was drawn to the leaves and couldn't hel
Bewildering...3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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AnorexiaMornings filled with hunger pains,Anorexia5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blood slowly dying in my veins,
Exercise then fall to the floor,
Haul body up then work out more,
Chest growing tight and lungs are weak,
Head to tired for tongue to speak,
A mirror hanging in the hall,
What I would give to have “it all”,
With every bite of food I fail,
Body and spirit growing frail,
Silently dining from an empty plate,
Life measured out in height and weight,
Pangs of guilt as pride begins to grow,
Rib and hip bones clearly now show,
Each extra inch breeding despair,
Body and soul now running on air,
Staring as the mirror is now too tough,
Because nothing will ever
pray she doesn't knowhello,pray she doesn't know4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think i scream your name
in my sleep,
because my mother keeps
asking who you are.
she looks at me with knitted brows
and a hand halfway orbiting
my shoulder.
i think she is afraid to touch me,
and her eyes look a little funny
when she says your name-
it sounds so wrong, thick and congealed
as it spills from her tongue and
over her teeth.
i want to ask her what i've been saying-
have i been screaming?
murmuring?
sobbing?
i don't know if i should know,
but her half-painted pink fingernails
hover and tremble between us,
and i keep thinking that it is the
same for you and for me;
we are simply drowning and all of
Sta.sh
