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Everybody's FoolEverybody's Fool2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been held captive for so long,
that I can barely breathe.
There's a world behind these walls,
but the bars are closing in on me.
I no longer feel the pain;
it's become a daily routine.
But when the frustration settles in,
I want it to be nothing more than a dream.
I was once more lively,
and joyous than most.
My world came crashing down one day,
and now I live my life tied to this post.
And day after day,
I wait for the time
when the world will become
nothing more than
empty space before my eyes,
because I'm tired of living in a world
that doesn't want me.
Living in a world
where I cannot be free.
Choose your pillOn a quiet day in the park, I opened my Woman's Own and saw the following:-Choose your pill3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I go out with him because please choose:-
> He treats me well []
> He completes me []
> He fulfils me spiritually []
> He is awesome in bed []
> I love him []
> He buys me lots of stuff []
> I want to have his babies []
>I like to listen to his voice as he talks []
>He's rich []
I go out with her because please choose:-
>She's an awesome cook []
>She looks very fertile []
>She has a great laugh []
>Awesome assets []
>I love her []
>Don't know []
>She lifts my day []
>She sends my pulse rate high []
Where do you see yourself in 10 years time
> Babi
Letter to MamaMama,Letter to Mama3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Just killed myself, put a finger to my head, pulled the trigger and pretended I was dead.*1 Have you read that book the Invisible Man*2 sometimes I feel like that chased by an imaginary person in my mind - Ras the destroyer, and I like to be surrounded by light, bright light shining intensely on me, warming my skin. it gives me identity. I have form but nothing to illuminate it, like a glass sculpture. You gave me that Mama but now you're faraway in a distant place that I can't reach with my mind. And heaven no longer shines a light on me. The world mother, let me describe it
SealedI have a songSealed3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No-one will sing it
I have a picture
No-one will see it
I have a story
No-one will read it
It's hear in my heart
It's in these tears that flow
It's in these fists
That smash into the wall
It's in this blood
That runs down my fingers
If only, one person could read it
With their lips
Could hear it
With the heart in their breast
Could read it
Throught batting eye lashes
I've left it for you
Sealed with a kiss
Damned Achilles Ancient Greece. In the time ofDamned Achilles3 years ago in Drama More Like This
war between Greece and Troy.
Abeth:
Carest thou not, whether your own kind fall? While you fight for your king and never question, I pray thee tell me the sick cause of this long battle. You fight for pride; only for thy name not to be forgot. But what legacy is there in one who steals from others? Does it satisfy you to watch your brothers' lives being taken by thine own hand?!"
I heard Grandfather say that one day. Who was he talking to? There was no one there. I hear him say, "That damned Achilles!" so often, I could swear that Achilles was of Trojan blood, and not of Greek. What do my grandfath
JokerDidn't know why they liked the JokerJoker3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then I realised, because he accepted his fate
That he was what he was, flawed
Not, beautifully - but grudgingly normal
Apparent normality, turned into something else
Mania, that had always manifest now resurfaced
Words not spoken, but a look that is spoken, and malicious
Carefully chosen words, like real arrows into the chest
Didn't know why they liked the joker
Because he is one and all of us, pick a card,
'Jump from the building because you can, not because you want to kill yourself' Joker (me)
Self Harmers A self harmer could be anyone.Self Harmers3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They hurt themselves, only to bring pain.
Hopefully, to equal out their emotions.
Pain, physical and emotional.
Nobody should feel this way.
But, the truth is some do.
This is the real problem.
Something people you and I even face.
First, recognize the problem,
Second, get to the bottom of it,
Three, go on try to fix it...
You break down, oops you've hurt yourself again...
Another mistake that you have made.
Back to the beginning, time to try again.
Someday the "cutters" won't feel so much pain.
I hope, people like you and me can heal.
I'm sick of being "just one of us".
An Actors Prayer to the Wingslet me writeAn Actors Prayer to the Wings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until nothing more comes
let me spread into every part
of the sunshine
live within these boards
and love you without shame
flawedIt is an attempt for me the flawedflawed3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To grasp the remaining strands of salvation
The heavens cry, as only they can do
And I can hear them now as I write
Something has changed in the process of creation
But at the end of it, I'll have to reread
Because these words are transient, forgotten
They are created but I am still me the flawed creator
Whale manBornWhale man3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Childhood - strange
Imagination unfurls
Punch the wall - inadequacy
Taste the blood - gives you strength
Growth into four-eyed obese man whale
Feeding off synthetic dust plumes
Mother, where are you?
I'm moulting and metamorphosising into an adult
Loss of identity, feeling a need to swim in the cold ocean
But afterwards shiver - and taste the iodinic water
The young'uns stare at you - monster - moby dick [head]
The olders look at you - stupid renegade freak [nature]
I am [whale] man
At last I am comfortable with my identity
The dust of the world is mine to devour
Hoover
Die
HerbTo smoke the herb reveals yourself to your true selfHerb3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To smoke the herb takes you to a peaceful plane and destroys the bad memories and ghosts
To smoke the herb takes control of the lovely essence of mother nature
To smoke the herb explores the real world within
Taking over brain waves and exporting beautiful explosions of bliss
Clear thoughts and overturned emotions of confinement
Steady rhythms of clear thoughts
Revealing the hidden agendas of plants
Vines manipulating around trees
Roots spreading across the universe
Forever growing of green and spreading fruits throughout
Hazey clouds floating about
Hazey streams indulging with
fivethe moon is a frightening thingfive4 years ago in Other More Like This
when it hangs close
(too close)
to your eyes
49Was it the same day last year?494 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The same gold-tempered glances-
An identical offer I declined to refuse.
well-rested?... and she thinks "when will this day be over?" and ...well-rested?4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Am I crazy? How can I Not see myself when the world holds a mirror up to me?
I wake up with you every morning and every night you bring me to bed. Why are you with me and why were you gone for a while? I don't leave you. At most I hurry ahead but you always stand behind me.
They say one should turn one's face into the sun and although I stick to it, I always see the shadow. Because in the world's mirror you can even see the background.
Tingly you dive into my body so that I don't forget. How could I? I turn to the side, you turn with me. I sit up, you hover upwards. My head is dizzy
Sick Julyit takes a dream to realize lonliness-Sick July4 years ago in Other More Like This
same sinking cold comfort in the landscape,
(the trees with upturned leaves folded out of the waste in your mind)
he says no- she doesn't know
but I will show her.
thumbs on either side of your lips with those unkempt ocean eyes.
waters 85 degrees and sunny still
47the stars shown474 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
like diamonds in a pawn shop-
so out of place
over the darkness of the city.
Night MasqueradeSitting here early mornNight Masquerade4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I howl at the moon,
And reveal myself to the night
This is me, this is me – I cry to my audience
Creatures silhouetted on seats in a packed arena
Nameless names, formless forms, all nodding
Named and formed by the darkness
They welcome me to their gathering
This is no place for theatre, it is a stage for a confessional play
And such a confession, the sun would have refused to rise off it’s seat
But the moon reveals all to the sun behind curtains
By the time it would have risen, you would have forgotten what you said
All that would remain would be the salt marks on your cheek
Where tears had tric
They toldMy parents put the clothes on my back,They told4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then showed me the door and said you are a man
But they did not know what I knew
The preacher gave me some hope, and said you are with God
He lied
The devil told me the truth, and said you are far from God
He lied a little as well
The beggar told me a fact, you're going to have to struggle in life
He was right
The poet, now the poet - he didn't really tell me anything
He talked mostly about himself
And here I am talking away about myself
Trying to tell the truth and find the truth
Brotherly adviceBrother,Brotherly advice4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why do you share?
I want to find
Can I not look
Let’s look together
Let me lead you
I’ve been in the depths of despair
Can’t you see my furrowed brow
And my smile reveals a hundred emotions
Now upturned by looking at you
Brother,
I don’t want to be…cynical
But the world is aflame
And I choked on it’s fumes
Let us not be consumed
Look what it did to me
This mark here, on my heart
It is a burn scar, but I healed
Dear brother,
Do I look to you like an angel face
To me you are…a human true
Let me suffer,
Like others suffered
I don’t want to be a martyr
But I want to be…
40I want to swim404 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the dark stained water
where your toes find the sand-
and the rocks roll away
in a frenzied dance-
to some primordial
rhythm
Ship wreckedCan beShip wrecked4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Normal?
When will it be
Want to be free
Of these moods
It’s just me
Wake up
Stormy grey seas
A solitary boat
Rocking
Tossed and turned
That’s me
In the world
I want to
Sit on the beach
Sun on my face
Even if
I am wrecked
On the rocks
At least
I will be happy
39The rain at night394 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rocketed through galaxies
of cities.
Electric cosmos spread,
from every corner of the sky-
Careful4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Sta.sh
