Johnny Depp Part 2Once Upon A Time in Mexico, Mr. DeppJohnny Depp Part 210 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You told me a tale of the Pirates of the Caribbean
Then you told me of the Man Who Cried
I told you of The Nightmare on Elm. St
and of the infamous Cry-Baby
You told me of your Arizona Dream
But I need to know
When are we getting to 21 Jump Street?
whats wrong honey?you got my heart set on worry,whats wrong honey?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the volume turned up to the max.
darling why wont you reassure me,
that theres nothing wrong with your facts?
i want to believe what you tell me,
i want to think that your okay.
but i cant shake this feeling,
why wont this wrong just go away?
whats wrong with your smile love?
why does it continue to falter?
please just tell me whats wrong,
i want to help you get rid of that bother.
and where have your words gone?
why have you become this mute?
can you just please find your voice,
because im not liking this new you.
whats wrong with you honey?
why such a troubled heart?
oh please just open up to me love,
please let me keep you from falling apart.
oh whats on your mind darling?
whats up with your darkened complexion?
you know you can tell me everything,
but first you have to let me in.
RejectionRejection,Rejection7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Were all afraid of it,
We can't always deal with it,
Causes so many bad things to happen.
Burns our hearts to the core,
Numbing pain in every bone,
Minds scearming at us to just let go,
But we can't,
There must be something wrong with us,
What can we change?
An on going process,
A game you just can't win,
A story with an unhappy ending,
A life we don't want to keep living.
Rejection fades away,
Like flowers blooming in the spring.
We learn to accept ourselves,
We learn to move on,
We learn what we deserve,
We learn it's not the end of the world.
Rejection didn't win.
- All I Wanted -- All I Wanted -10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I wanted was your heart
All I needed was you
But you tore my world apart
And there was nothing I could do
Please tell me that I'm dreaming
Please say it isn't true
Please tell me you're not leaving
Because I mean the world to you
What did I do to make you hate me?
I need you by my side
But all I can think of lately
Is why I ever tried
Because now you're so much
Ever since you've been
And it hurts so bad
To have to see
You with her
And not with me
I don't know
What you see in that whore
Why can't you
Love me anymore?
I lived for you
And I'd die for you
But now I sit
And cry for you
All I wanted was your heart
All I needed was you
But you tore my world apart
There was only one thing I could do
You were my
But yours revolved around
And it hurt so bad
To have to see
Because you were supposed to
Be with me
But you left me here
With a broken heart
And now you're lying
On the floor
And you're not breathing
I dragged y
description on a summer dayknotted hair reekeddescription on a summer day7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of pears and chlorine.
that could breathe
on its own,
with the light
a black ant
crawls up my shoe.
Jazzlike SyndromeDid you see the swirling notes?Jazzlike Syndrome7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our alien Youth,
your alarming number of arms
and fissure fingers where a
heart should be.
For those paltry imitations,
psychologically deranged, haphazardly
drumming notes of a pale origin.
This reeks of perpetual almost,
an awkward inclination.
Huddled in a fatal fetal,
an exploding toccata of snowflakes,
Did the temperature make changes?
Our angles crooked,
your deceitfully measured meters
and carefully petty lies
weaving a history.
In hope & hand, you placed
this paced anticipation.
Grown in gardens of twisted figures,
torturous notes, feel a resurrection.
Crumpled letters to the cracking crock pot,
this is the utmost
in unwanted ingredients.
Wrapped in failing feeling
and unavoidable collision,
presenting a past over future.
Did they feel this pull of gravity?
Our climbing solution,
your hours sing of emptiness,
collected resentments, and all
the waste of wanting.
Come for comfort and a comical tragedy,
pulling a penny from yo
Growing UpGrowing up is hard,Growing Up7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There's so much to deal with,
So little time,
So much drama,
So much pressure.
It is so hard to stay true to yourself,
It is so hard to stand up agaisnt your friends,
It is so hard not to let others get the best of you,
It is so hard to grow up and face reality,
Espically if we don't want to.
Between our friends,
Between our lovers,
Between our lives,
Why do people except us to be perfect?
What are we supposed to do?
How are we supposed to grow up so fast?
Growing up has too many challenges,
Many we don't want to face,
So many good things can happen,
So many bad things can happen,
Growing up is a challenge of it's own.
Part of us will never grow up,
Part of us will never want grow up,
Part of us will never be the same when we grow up,
Part of us needs to grow up.
DisappearancesA conflict of interest; searching for loveDisappearances7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finding love. It's become some sort of business.
Fighting the current, going with the flow
No matter where you turn it seems
Nobody exactly knows where to go.
Searching for perfection; fishing in the sea
Gazing out the window and wishing
On this star and that star and just every star they see.
Will love find me? When will it come?
When will my life begin? Do girls just want to have fun?
Needing a constant reassurance; am I amazing?
Let me now play the role as the magician--
Oh look! I'm disappearing.
We as We are SeenOmni-feeling how false you areWe as We are Seen7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be everywhere one perceives.
What red cold heroin -
What deer has ever pretended to do more then
stand and graze and run when afraid?
There is a place short of grass surrounded on all sides
by a horizon. Wet.
And we can stumble with the best of them.
The end all/be all of unconditional
found failing. Shapeless
like a promise.
Like a rabbit, stooped & shivering. Shaken
by the same shadows it once stretched
to frame its form.
There is a sound in, & around, the end of
Like black alabaster or a fertile dove
loved and in love with a crow -
I am their son pigeon. Eager to follow the road paved in crumbs
back and forward until I learn to take flight
out of the story book I'm in and on to some solid tree.
There is shade pressed against my feathers so hard that it is a part of me;
my feet clenching so hard that I, too, am a tree. Grounded.
All glory to the growing things.
All circles turned to dust.
All air exhaled
While Waiting For YouFields of cotton against the aqua sky, my gaze followsWhile Waiting For You7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking into the horizon as if in the sun I'll see your smile.
Counting balls of fire has become some habit of delight
Even without you here, I still feel your arms tonight.
Criticism speaks within their eyes; I stand alone
But yet I am not afraid walking on my own.
Because when I close my eyes, I still feel the lingering
Taste of your lips as they pressed against mine.
Echoes of your passing words are on permanent replay;
Hold on to tomorrow; it'll come someday.
Your heart in my hands; it is yours I hold
The SoldierIt's cold in my bunker as I lie here in wait,The Soldier11 years ago in Open More Like This
My rifle in hand and my binoculars raised,
Watching for the enemy to rush through the gate,
Watching and waiting and outward I gazed,
I don't have much food or much water for that,
But war is not the kind or compassionate sort,
Thoughts flooded my mind as onward I sat,
As I long for the day I return to my port,
I think of the deeds I have done these past years,
The blood I have spilled and the blood I have made,
All turning the machine with it's unstoppable gears,
All supporting the ideals and foundations we've laid,
But I'll never forget the look in the enemy's eye,
As my rifle is facing down at his face which is covered in snow,
And what that man silently said before he had to die,
" I fought for what I believed and I'm sorry to go.",
But I'm in this war with the man at my side,
My job is to protect him and his country from pain,
Fighting together on the war's frequent tide,
The bloodshed and fighting and the quite peaceful wane,
I hear s
paper heartsi wanted to write a poempaper hearts6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that was a little bit of what you are, but
i am starting to think that i can't do that.
because poetry is
words that flow in nice ways,
metaphors and similes to things
like summer rain and newspaper ink.
and you are none of those things.
you are not 4 a.m. love
or the pounding of my heart.
the spaces between my fingers
are the results of evolution or creation or luck,
not a show of our perfect fit.
you are not the first thing i think about
when i wake up, or the last thing
in my mind before i go to sleep.
you are not my prince charming
or my true love.
the sun and moon
do not rise and fall in relation to your place in the universe.
you are not my other half
or the cheese to my macaroni.
you are not the core of my existence,
the wind beneath my wings,
or anything else like that.
you are nothing beautiful
you are not poetry or prose or proverb.
you are empty promises
and the back of my hand.
you are worn out converse
and run down
the fall of my glued-on hornhow I longthe fall of my glued-on horn7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for past pretending
in an everlasting glow
some fast approaching
in an image
to my liking
I can't find my own tone
your breast beats
best for none
and I'm not the one
you'll see my skin
and kind of
sings my songs now
your heart & hands
immersed in other craft
shaping your precious silence
innocent of bleeding
creeping under covers
truth is form is
where you find it
made of the best
in unsaid words
there's no joy
in forced rewinding
UnfixableI watch helplesslyUnfixable6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from hundreds of miles
away as you
slowly destroy yourself.
"So there isn't anything you don't like about me?"
I had no idea
what was really
behind that happy
I loved so much.
"Well if you want me to think of something..."
smoking weed every night.
drinking before school.
fucking half the guys you know.
"...I wish you cared about yourself more."
You tell me about how you wish you
were better at killing yourself.
How everyone you know
shouldn't be dead.
That you should
have died in their places.
Because you wanted to.
You want to.
our descent into heaven1.our descent into heaven7 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
He leans in and shakes his drink, and the ice cubes rattle into each other like old brittle bones, dancing and bumping haphazardly into the other.
You have to watch the quiet ones, he tells me, taking a swig. Everyone thinks it's the noisy ones you gotta be careful of, but that's wrong. The quiet ones'll get you if you don't make sure.
I wonder if he is a loud drunk, a mean one. If he likes to hit his wife, fuck his children. If he trips up crying to himself. If he likes to dredge up and whine about every bad, black-stain memory. If he's a giggly, excitable drunk. If he'll want to dance and sing and kiss.
If I'll have to quiet him.
You keep resurfacing. You are tender dirt that is hidden beneath all of my thoughtsyou are the tree that contains every last branch of my sanity, and maybe you're in some of the leaves, too, pulled apart by gentle wind and ripped up by an angry storm. I can't let you go, can't make you disappear, can't clap my hands and trap you inside
Love Heals NothingTen months later,Love Heals Nothing7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel that Ive aged well beyond my years.
Every once in a while, I think back,
and it still brings me to tears.
Sometimes they come without warning;
Ill cry over movies and cheesy television shows.
But, what really gets to me
are the things that no one knows.
So, I'll just sit and spit out static;
a cold caress for dormant ears.
Love, like laughter, does no true healing -
in truth, it fades & disappears.
Distance gets the best of us.
We cling to what's left, and it shows
in our small, shaky steps and the way we accept
second-best for ourselves, I suppose.
You dont know
what I went through that day,
and how it haunts me still.
Please, dont try to understand;
it's just not possible you will.
flesh puzzlesIn the beginning it was enough. Id be wide-eyed, quietly watching her through the windows. Limbs and torso like a slender tree; bowing in wind and always shooting up toward the sun. Shed wear summer skin in the middle of winter with freckles spoiling her shoulders and cheekbones. Her birthmark was a dull red stain at her collarbone and she had a mole beneath her left breast. She was thirteen and I thirty, but my, oh my, did I ache to see her insides.flesh puzzles6 years ago in Horror More Like This
The house next door they called the sea house because it was two stories of cerulean blue. Through my bedroom window I could see naught but an empty bedroom. But late September the Parler family moved in. The Father was a tree of a man who was always working and the mother was a blonde lady named Annie with big tits and long legs. She brought around a tray of brownies for me, pathetic bitch, I thought as I fed them to the Cooper. I took him for a walk in the early morning mist and let him shit on their lawn.
It was late afterno
No ChanceI feel nothing inside,No Chance6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I have grown numb.
I have lost your touch,
Been stripped of your embrace.
I look for any sign,
A mere glimpse of hope.
Caught between life and death,
Brittle and about to break.
Where I once found comfort,
I am now left with despair.
Wanting to take flight,
With damaged wings.
I fall ever so quickly,
Smashing down below.
With a body so weak,
And a mind so brittle,
I never even stood a chance.
i'll let you in on a secret: You suffer.i'll let you in on a secret:7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you do; you know you do. I've always been here for you. I've seen you cry and I've seen you yell and mostly, I've seen you dream. I am the one pinching your lids closed, I am the one wrenching your lips open, and I am the one squeezing the tears from your drainpipe eyes.
You don't need to tell me, because I know. I have you all figured out. You're sick, you know that, and you're nearly dead, always nearly deadbut you persevere, and you hold out, and you're so beautiful, and I'm just here to hold your hands, because you suffer, so much.
Yes, I know all about you.
I know why you are still alive.
I know about your love troubles. I know about all the people who have fucked you and I remember finding you coating the
The Twenty Peso PictureTwenty pesos.The Twenty Peso Picture7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Roughly equivalent to US 40¢.
It could buy you a fare on a bus and on the train.
A bottle of water.
A pack of breath mints.
It's not really much, but when you're poor and starving, it means not having to sleep on an empty stomach.
It may mean that for another day, you survive.
But when you're really itching to get home on a rush hour, with people jostling you to get to the handful of buses, twenty pesos is not very high on your thinking list. That is, until harsh reality jostles you too.
And that's when I saw him, selling garlands on the street. A thin, frail-looking boy of about seven or eight. Or (one could not really tell because of malnourishment), for all I know he could have been in his teens. Vague though his age may be, I'm fairly certain of what he looks like. He was skin and bones, wearing dirty rags that would not even be fit to wipe the floor with. Weaving in and out of traffic, he had his back to me. And I could see the plethora of fungal infection that
Tally Marks1. I sat, holding on to your hand like you would leave me if I let you go. The summer sun kissed your skin and i watched your clear blue eyes move between the sky and the sea. It was a perfect moment, but it's a moment you try to forget.Tally Marks6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
2. I've listened to you speak like your life is a waste, like every breath is one too many. I've pleaded that you understand the value of this gift. And you got to watch me stutter, trying, searching to find a good reason to keep you on this earth. I begin to cry and shake when countless reasons enter my head but i can't find the right words.
3. Those sharp white scars in your tan skin are tally marks of self-hatred. I kissed each one gently, but they won't even begin to fade.
4. You wrapped reassurance, compassion and care, tied it with a beautiful red ribbon, and handed it to me when i needed it most. I could never wrap anything as carefully as you.
5. The night rolls on, turning into day as warm tears run down your cheeks, and im out of things to sa
the weeds across the street.Shes the little girl with flaxen curls at four pm flouncing down her driveway with her hands buried in her pockets, lips pressed out like shes whistling. Youll watch her out your window, with your tea lukewarm on the sill, and splutter a cough; fogging up the glass just enough to miss her smile.the weeds across the street.7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You saw her once, twice eating petals off the roses in your garden. Youve forgotten how to converse with children, you cussed between the wheezing and she stared right past like you were simply a knurled twig catching the wind in its leaves.
One morning you found her; purple stockings, blush mittens and a head of sunlight curls- asleep with your cat, Ginger, in your backyard. Her face was lost in the fur and repose and she slept soundly as you cut through her curls, knife icy in your recycled paper fingers. You tied a ribbon around the hair and sewed it in to your next doll. You named her Lucy and stitched a red heart into her chest. At nighttime the beating is so loud y