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DysfunctionalI need to know that I can breathe,Dysfunctional in Free Verse More Like This
That I can not be surrounded by your presence
And still be okay in the end.
I need to walk away from this dyfunctional relationship
But I get lost in endless circles that always leads back to you.
We're too indifferent to survive another day
That is full of nothing but dysfunctionality and guessing games.
And it scares me to be away from you but losing myself along
The way of this love journey scares me even more.
I got lost and entangled with your heart as we blended and got blinded
By a four lettered word that shouldn't have been.
Don't leave me hanging here because I'm starting to drown now.
Kiss TrailsYou burned kiss trails down my neck and spineKiss Trails in Free Verse More Like This
As goosebumps spread like wild fire
From toes to finger tips.
My skin craved more of sweet touches,
Hot breath like volcanoes errupting.
I was left hungry for more
But when none ever came
My eyes swelled as black tears fell
Past rose garden cheeks.
Fireworks EmberThe remnants of my broken heartFireworks Ember in Free Verse More Like This
Were thrown into the embers of the fireworks
As they cascaded down from foggy skies.
I held myself to you as the wind whipped limp spirits,
Shaking me from the outside inwards.
Crushed feelings of a forgotten tomorrow
And a future dimmed by silence and head nods.
No words need to be spoken only actions speak now.
Forever hold your tongue, I know you're scared.
Walk with me on this unknown journey
As we figure out where we stand.
Broken GlassI almost allowed myself to love youBroken Glass in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad I didn't fall
Because instead of pretty roses
I got thorns and broken glass.
AfraidYou belittled me with harsh realitiesAfraid in Free Verse More Like This
That you fed to me through straws.
I won't be afraid of your hands anymore
Because I walk tall with head held high.
Distorted ScentsI inhale and exhale distorted scents of youDistorted Scents in Free Verse More Like This
That you carelessly forgot on silken pillow cases.
You are the last thing I smell at night before I fall submissively
From nightmarish dreams into pain filled reality inside my mind.
The scent of your sweat infused cologne
Glued to my nasal cavities as I stain pink silk with red lip gloss
Kissing you good morning but you are just a glimpse of my past
That never was and never could be...
StuckI will sit here waiting patientlyStuck in Free Verse More Like This
Until you finally realize
That I am not going anywhere.
Za A.B.Ja se smijem da paznju usmjerimZa A.B. in Free Verse More Like This
na one lijepe strane
na stranu svijeta
gdje djevojcica sigurno putuje
gdje nema straha od neizlaska
gdje postoji cesta kojom sigurno ide
Ja se smijem da svijest preusmjerim
na istinu konacnosti
gdje bez trauma ona dolazi
i anđeli je cuvaju
vrati se, sretno dođi
ne lutaj
dođi sigurna
i nasmij se
Lakoca postojanjaSve tako lagano je, pogledaj,Lakoca postojanja in Free Verse More Like This
tvoje bivstvo pluta morem lakim
tvoje želje u svakoj zvijezdi dišu
tvoje ruke svoju knjigu pišu,
a duh tvoj univerzumom sebstvo nalazi
planet Zemlja kao stranac te pronalazi
tijelo tvoje kao vanzemaljac luta
ides ravno pa skrenes s puta u divljinu
to slucajnost nije nikakva ni u cilju sama
tvog bivstva svemir to je,
svjetlost je,
a ne tama.
Istina iz moje perspektiveNe mogu prodavati magluIstina iz moje perspektive in Free Verse More Like This
jer oko mene sve je bistro
dozivljavam mijenu stalnu
koju gledam sasvim cisto
Moje ruke u pokretu su stalno
kad zastanu trenutak svoj cekaju
da stvaraju ocima ono realno
ono culno i sasvim nehajno
Sve u slobodi počiva
- kad umijes se osloboditi okova
laznih ljudi i laznih pokora
kad umijes ne biti jedan od snobova
kad oslobodis se umnih svojih okova
svih laznih htijenja i rokova -
Um tvoj otkriva.
- 2005. : MajciLuno mahnita, zar ja,- 2005. : Majci in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tvoja kći, moći nemam da
zaboravim?
Zar ja, Tvojom što se zovem,
praha dovoljno nemam da
oprostim?
Zar voska više da nemam,
da život ugasim, da skončam tuđu
laž?
...jer bivanju dolazi kraj,
snage ponestaje za
'zaludnost...
'Zalud je živjet' bez vrlina.
Tvojom da se zovem?
...birati ne mogu...
Smijem li 'mrijet?
Besciljno lutam,stazama krivim;
riječi onijemiše,
'zaludno se nadam...
Bar da Ti, Majko, shvaćaš...
Tvoja kći, dijete grijeha,
suze ti nosi, al' prah truni.
Zar ja, Majko, Luno Mahnita,
imam moć da
"zena dijete"Bezbroj misli, a riječi samo par.."zena dijete" in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Kad se smijem od srca se smijem
kad tugujem kišu ostavljam
jer
to sam ja
i drukčija ne mogu biti
Kad udaram prejako udarim,
kad dajem od srca dajem..
Kad ostavljam u stvari bježim,
a za bježanje kasno je već
jer
to sam ja
i drukčija ne mogu biti
Šutim jer se bojim
bojim se jer sam čovjek
čovjek sam jer osjećam
osjećam
..jer suosjećam
to sam ja
i drukčija ne mogu biti
Kad se smijem od srca se smijem
kad dajem od srca dajem..
bojim se jer sam čovjek
kad tugujem kišu ostavljam
Kad ostavljam u stvari bjež
More, brodovi, malo misto i jaSjedim na klupi kraj moraMore, brodovi, malo misto i ja in Free Verse More Like This
Preskocih klupu na kojoj je pauk gradio svoj dom
I cigaretom sam spalila vlas kose
Iako tek jesen je.. U zimskoj sam jakni
S kapuljacom preko glave
Čuju se samo talasi i ljuljuskanje brodova
Pokoji lavez i moje zastajkivanje sline u nosu
I gledam lampe koje osvjetljavaju stazu
Koja vodi do klupa na kojima smo se ljubili
Sasvim tiho provlacis se mojim mislima
Kad to i ne očekujem
Moji ruzicasti nokti s plavim crtama po sebi
Polagano smrzavaju se .. Priblizavam ih dahu svojem
a ovo more ludo mirno se ljuljuska i gledam ga dobrojutro more veli
Mala pcela i jaUletjela je mala pčelaMala pcela i ja in Free Verse More Like This
mala pčela nevesela
osjetila je da kuham
i preblizu mi došla
ja počeo sam mahat rukam'
iz straha da ubola me ne bi
pored mene zujeć je prošla
bojeć se i ona sama
da ubola mene ne bi
jer i kamikaza bi ona bila
nesvjesna da pčela je mala
da ubodom skončala bi zivot sebi.
Kako se svadamoKomplexe da lijecimKako se svadamo in Free Verse More Like This
da ucinim se vecim,
rijecima da te ubijem kao muhu,
kao nerođeno dijete u trbuhu,
da ne bih osjetio bruku,
pojeo psovku suhu,
jezikovu juhu..
Isplati li se zvati se covjekom
dok zoves se tuđim projektom,
dok rijeci ti ispravljaju,
misli sakate,
novac namamljuju,
dok se vjesto tvojim uspjehom bahate..
um da ti proliju
kao ateistu hostiju,
ideale ucine prostim..
ja to ne bih mog'o da oprostim.
Writer's BlockWriter's block is a cruel mistress. Just moments ago, my mind buzzed with the possibilities of a blank canvas upon which to write. Names, places, words, crappy metaphors, and all sorts of literary necessities were fighting for a place of importance in my consciousness. And then I looked at my blank page, my wordscape of chance and wonder; it all vanished. Part of me blames poetry. When one can shamelessly fling disjointed thoughts at a page, throw in some creative breaks, and then call it "open poetry," the subtle art of coherency that must accompany prose seems to fade a little bit. Word by word, stanza by unintelligible stanza, that tWriter's Block in Philosophical More Like This
WingsI'd always known you from afar.Wings in Free Verse More Like This
I grew up with your name as familiar on my tongue as my own.
Equal syllables, though different weights.
I always imagined your name was lighter than mine.
Like you could fly.
Like you would fly away.
And then where would you be?
I remember other girls whispering your name in adolesence.
"Oh," they would say, "isn't he gorgeous?"
But how would they know?
Who knew you beyond your shell?
Who had seen your heart behind your face?
I hadn't.
Part of me laughed at their bravado.
Part of me hated their claims.
Is it more vain to be the pretender or to hate her?
I wouldn't say it mattered, though.
You d
When You Are Not Strong - 2of3If you loved me, this would be a different story.When You Are Not Strong - 2of3 in Free Verse More Like This
There would be no boundaries for my comfort to cross,
no gesture too grand or too weak.
Kindness like sunlight will shine on you and
I will steal your shadows.
There was a voice that called to me, angelic and sweet
Though laced with a melancholy that broke my heart.
Was it yours?
Was it your sorrow that danced upon my heartstrings
and stole my breath away?
Let me sing you a new song.
Let me be your harmony.
You need not be strong.
When You Are Not Strong - 3of3Rather than be a light in your darkness,When You Are Not Strong - 3of3 in Free Verse More Like This
I will be a supernova.
I can shatter your self-imposed walls.
I can fly above your troubles and take you with me, if you'd like.
Lay down your razors, your hatred, your fears.
Take my hand.
Come with me where they can no longer touch you.
I will keep you safe when you are not strong.
When You Are Not Strong - 1of3In a past not so distant I felt what you cry out againstWhen You Are Not Strong - 1of3 in Free Verse More Like This
The rage of your anger so reminiscent of mine
Echoes of my own anguish ringing through your voice, your words.
The blows you rain against yourself drum steadily
In the same rhythm of my heart.
Each beat is different, never quite as loud or as soft as the one before
forever waxing and waning like the moon in an endless cycle of rebirth.
I will lay my hand upon yours and lace our fingers, my strength becoming yours.
Rest your head against my chest, hear my heart and feel my warmth
And know that you belong there.
SleeplesslyI have one of those really long pillowsSleeplessly in Free Verse More Like This
In my bed.
Sometimes I'll lay against it at night and
Pretend it's you.
But I know it's not.
If it were you,
My back would be almost too warm.
I'd be able to feel how you breath twice as fast as me.
I would feel the weight of your arm on my waist.
And your hand would be softly stroking my stomach through my shirt.
Your hand would twitch while you dream.
Your breath would ruffle my hair.
And you'd accidentally kick me in your sleep every forty minutes.
At least I'm pretty sure it's an accident.
Do you imagine me?
SummerWe belong in the sunlight streamin throughSummer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The open windows of my car in summer
Sunkissed skin holdin hands on the dashboard
Caused the unbreakable spell that I'm under
The stereo playing the songs that I love
And the songs I know you barely tolerate
It warms my heart that you smile along
Even though you've wanted different ones since track eight
We get out of town, though just for the day
And pretend we live in the countryside
Maybe someday we can make it happen
For now, let's just go along with the ride.
MaybeAnd sometimes life doesn't make sense.Maybe in Free Verse More Like This
You wake up and things go in order,
1, 2, 3, and on until you get sick of counting.
You have your routines.
Or rather, your routines have you.
And then something happens.
A piece of your puzzle suddenly doesn't fit.
Maybe it's the sequence.
Maybe it's you.
All that matters is that life doesn't care who "started it."
Everyone pays for it in the end.
And you either keep your chin up and
Fight back against the walls that sprang up from nowhere,
Or you ostritch until the world sets itself right again.
But sometimes it doesn't.
Sometimes you keep your head in the sand until
You can't breathe a
Even in SilenceThere are no words for the comfort of the feel of you humming as I rest my head on your chest.Even in Silence in Free Verse More Like This
The vibrations tickle my face; I scrunch my nose and you laugh.
Your voice is warm honey running over my heart,
Sweet, slow, the answer to all my problems.
Your fingers on my shoulder tap in time with your song, our song
I imagine that all the world is in that connection between us, fleeting and so fragile.
My hands play the guitar with old familiarity, rough skin and stubby nails
The neck is smooth under my palm
The strings gleam as they vibrate.
When my voice joins yours, the duet is complete
Tenor and alto, both soft
Don't brea
No ShameWhat is it that you run from? What monsters plague you behind closed eyes?No Shame in Free Verse More Like This
There are no demons here, darling.
Open your eyes.
Hold my hand.
Step out of your nightmares, not into a dream but into the world.
Feel the hard earth beneath your feet, smell the air 'round you
Even if it smells of acrid gasoline or tangy ozone.
Feel the reality.
Do not be ashamed of tears; there is no shame in feeling.
Miss Fawcett teaches a lessonEvery few months, Miss Fawcett would gather the local boys together and tell us about masturbation. Teary-eyed she would list the name of every human being she had ever known to die in agony (and there was a lot of names on that list) and attribute every ghastly demise to the sin of masturbation. She called us 'you boisss' and said that God was 'not as forgiving as the weeeeak would have us believe'.Miss Fawcett teaches a lesson in Short Stories More Like This
In my memory of her, Miss Fawcett is ancient. I recall hair almost white blowing about her like a cape as she stood on the street corner telling the world to repent and a smell of old-lady-powder lingering in the
WebbedMildredWebbed in Short Stories More Like This
Her name was Mildred. This was unusual. Mildred had never met another bird named Mildred. Come to think of it, Mildred had never met another bird named anything so perhaps the surprising thing here was that Mildred had a name at all. As a general rule, all other birds were called 'That One Over There' or variations on this theme: 'That Big One Over There', 'That One On Her Nest Over There', 'That Bat-Shit Crazy One Over There', 'That One I Want To Fuck Over There' but Mildred had always been just 'Mildred', no locational clause required. This was because Mildred had been born in a cage and, as a chick, had regularly been picked
Kitty Vrs CarlaThe most wonderful and terrible thing about Carla was that she wasn't Kitty.Kitty Vrs Carla in Short Stories More Like This
Morning light through her curtains doused her in amber and made her appear smooth and alien. I wondered what she thought about. The sounds of the neighbours getting on with their tiny, oblivious lives gave me the momentum to peel away from her skin and leave her with honied whispers of thanks, dirty promises and more thanks.
As I made breakfast in her colour co-ordinated kitchen I regretted the words of gratitude. Had I sounded desperate? Had I transformed from sleek stud into sympathy fuck? Looking down at my scrawny, fuzzy stomach, the stud option became so
The camera loves you, baby.So I turn to him like real / like a real snap of de head an I look im straight like an sayThe camera loves you, baby. in Drama More Like This
I read dis story / dis article in some magazine once
was an interview wid a photographer / a guy I work with / an I was reading it cos my pic was used an dat was my first feature / first spread all printed up on paper an stuff
I had dat mag for months bfor I read it / juss keeped on flickin it open an starin at me / at me own face an touchin da glossy paper like I couldn’t believe it were me / Emmy looking like some star / some big famous fuckin star but one day I sit down an read it / took me / took me
took a long time
An he was sayin ho
Write your own endingJaime could not remember a time when she had not been an actor. Sometimes this frightened her. Her accent changed on a bi-monthly basis, she asked permission for hair cuts, flirted with influential homosexual men, cried on command and hurled herself in and out of wonderful and terrible worlds daily.Write your own ending in Short Stories More Like This
'How lucky I am' she would muse as she bent her head over a new script in a café. 'How lucky' as she hung, crucified off the skeletal structure of the not-yet-completed set, or heard the cries of the protesters outside of the premier holding signs saying 'Jesus hates you'. 'How very lucky' as she felt the eyes of the director consuming her
Daisy RemembersDaisy's first memory is of her mother smiling. Smiling too much. She was kneeling in front of Daisy smiling and showing too many teeth as she straightened Daisy's pigtails, wiped her nose and told her 'it will be fun!'Daisy Remembers in Short Stories More Like This
'Uncle Dave and Aunty Linda never had children of their own so they'll spoil you rotten. Next time I see you your teeth will have all fallen out because they'll have fed you so much sugar. They live near the beach so on weekends you'll be able to play there and collect shells and sea stars. And I think the neighbours have a dog but I haven't been there in years.'
Then she scooped Daisy up in her arms and held her tight.
The Documented CryIs it strange that every time I cry I want to take a self portrait? To document and exploit my feelings, sufferings and dramas. I believe they have a word for this these days: Emo. Isn’t it sad that today, any fascination with one’s own emotions has to wear a derogatory label; one which dismisses and down grades us to the status of a fad-driven child!The Documented Cry in Philosophical More Like This
I prefer to think of it as an artistic addiction: I must make use of every experience, no matter how devastating.
I have a fascination with the process my body goes through when it cries. It can not be faked: the colour changes which march across my face, the quality of my breath,
On death, children and dragonsAlba: Hey, Kit?On death, children and dragons in Drama More Like This
Kit:
Alba: Kit. Hey, Kit?
Kit:
Alba: Kit!
Kit: What?
Alba: You know you're sitting on a dead person, right?
Kit: Alba!
Alba: What?
Kit: Don't! / Don't – I know, alright, I know!
Alba: It's true!
Kit: I know it's true!
Alba: We're in a cemetery, Kit!
Kit: I know!
Alba: We're surrounded by dead people!
Kit: I know!
Alba: Hundreds and hundreds of them! Dead and rotting –
Kit: I know!
Alba: Rotting or rotted! Some of them have nothing left to rot.
Kit: Yeah – yeah! – I know!
Alba: Well I know you know!
Silence.
Alba: There's hundreds and hundreds of us here and we're the only two alive
The Glow Series: Carve a City“You're good at this, Yal.” I tell her for the umpteenth time. She does not show she has heard me. Maybe that is why she is so good. I sigh silently and check the street again. Still empty. Still shining in its sunset colours but it can not last for much longer.The Glow Series: Carve a City in Socio-political More Like This
This city is designed to glow. The architects specified that every building be made with the same shining silver to catch and utilise the light. Sometimes it is blinding. Even now, with the sun a finger width from the horizon, I must shade my eyes.
If we are caught, the punishment will be extreme but the danger does not shake Yal's fingers. Of course she is awa
Invisible GirlsToday I saw a girl with her head buried in her boyfriend's chest on the tram. She seemed to be hiding from my eyes; from all eyes. I saw her face once, when she tottered from him to the ticket machine and back again. She was wearing high heels. He laughed. Then she was hiding in his body once more. Disappearing into him. Making herself invisible. Fading.Invisible Girls in Short Stories More Like This
Once, when I held your hand, I felt like that and I loved it. Loved your size; loved the way you dwarfed me. Loved the way you laughed, that patronising note as I tottered solo a few
SHELTERSHELTERSHELTER in Free Verse More Like This
Your love keeps me warm at night
holds me, cradles me
and makes me feel complete.
Without you I would shrivel,
I would melt away
like the rain flowing down the gutters
my essence would be gone,
my heart would be heavy,
you are my shelter from the storm.
By Joy
2009
© 2009 J McCann. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use prohibited. No permission to manipulate/reference this artist’s work will be given.
MINE ONCEMINE ONCEMINE ONCE in Free Verse More Like This
You were mine once
but I lost you to another love
to another life, another world
to another place.
You were mine once
and I never made you cry
but you do now, and it sure hurts
as I watch you change.
You were mine once
and I was yours
but you broke my heart, and it will not mend,
as much as I try.
By Joy
2009
© 2009 J McCann. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use prohibited. No permission to manipulate/reference this artist’s work will be given.
DEMENTEDDEMENTEDDEMENTED in Free Verse More Like This
Tiny fragments of you
like dew on a spider web
connect you to me
even after all this time.
I cannot turn away from them
although I try
to loose myself in others,
bury myself in their charms,
greedy for any distraction.
A word, a phrase, a memory
can spin me around,
slam me into the wall,
paralyse my thinking
and I am back at square one,
deprived,
distraught,
demented
without you.
By Joy
2009
© 2009 J McCann. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use prohibited. No permission to manipulate/reference this artist’s work will be given.
DO NOT SAY A WORDDO NOT SAY A WORDDO NOT SAY A WORD in Free Verse More Like This
Do not say a word.
Let my lips touch yours and linger
close your eyes,
be in the moment,
as my fingers trace the contours of your face,
to lock inside a memory
I will forever carry
of how perfect
you appeared to me that day.
By Joy
2008
© 2009 J McCann. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use prohibited. No permission to manipulate/reference this artist’s work will be given.
SILENT HOURSSILENT HOURSSILENT HOURS in Free Verse More Like This
My heart is full of you,
choc full of pieces
of your smile, your eyes,
the way your lip curls when you laugh.
This feeling warms me,
sustains me,
on the cold nights when I’m lonely,
or the early silent hours,
as the moments of our passion
drip feed into my memory,
and, hungry for each morsel,
I quiver with longing,
reliving those moments,
too afraid to open my eyes
in case I loose you.
By Joy 2009
© 2009 J McCann. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use prohibited. No permission to manipulate/reference this artist’s work will be given.
TRISHTRISHTRISH in Free Verse More Like This
I think of her each and every day. Her beautiful face is with me wherever I go, and whoever I am with. Her large soulful eyes watch me, gaze into mine and I am acutely aware of their power over me. I feel an overwhelming desire to be with her. I close my eyes and I can see her face so clearly, and she is standing so close to me that I am aware of the fragrance of her skin.
I gaze longingly at you
But you are unable to do more than return my look with that of casual acquaintance
My composure is thrown off guard
And I am utterly captivated by your face
Your soulful eyes
Flawless skin and perfect teeth
My heart skips and starts to
SHOULD YOU KISS MESHOULD YOU KISS MESHOULD YOU KISS ME in Free Verse More Like This
Should you place your hands upon me
run your fingers through my hair
should you tilt my chin to witness
how my skin glows when you’re near
should you lean a little closer
place your lips upon my cheek
should you clasp me firmly to you
as my legs feel frail and weak
should your fingertips still linger
on my arm as you walk by
should your presence make me quiver
and your perfume make me high
should your lips look so inviting
when you smile your wicked smile
should your words sound so exciting
when you whisper “stay awhile”
should my breathing start to labour
as you take my hand to dance
sho
SAFE SECURE AND WARMSAFE, SECURE & WARMSAFE SECURE AND WARM in Free Verse More Like This
Tucked inside my heart
I shall
protect you
keep the worries at bay
learn to shoulder your pain,
for you are the one
for whom living is a joy
nothing is impossible and
loving is a pleasure.
By Joy
2009
© 2009 J McCann. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use prohibited. No permission to manipulate/reference this artist’s work will be given.
MELTMELTMELT in Free Verse More Like This
I melt when I think of your arms,
strong secure enveloping,
and when I remember
the touch of your lips,
a gentle exchange of softness,
tipping me over the edge of desire.
Your arms were there
to catch my heart as it fell.
By Joy
2009
© 2009 J McCann. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use prohibited. No permission to manipulate/reference this artist’s work will be given.
BARELY THEREBARELY THEREBARELY THERE in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You left
Picked up your cufflinks, clipped on your watch
Slid your cheek across mine as you made a bee line for the door
And you were gone
Echoing down the hallway
Slamming the front door
And I stook
Motionless
Awaiting the pain that would surely come crashing
Crushing, forcing all the air from my body
So I waited
And nothing changed
Nothing happened
Just numbness
And the absolute certainty that I was
And always would be
Alone!
By Joy
2008
© 2009 J McCann. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use prohibited. No permission to manipulate/reference this artist’s work will be given.
The Party Scenethis is the life i'm living.The Party Scene in Free Verse More Like This
this is what i've become.
i'm leading the life
of booze and nicotine.
sometimes these pills come into play
and the drugs get me high.
but the sex is louder
and the music is harder
when you're on your way back down.
Something Cheesyso this is loveSomething Cheesy in Free Verse More Like This
i've met my match.
i hear him breathe
and everything's alright.
he has my heart
i won't miss out
on everything we could be.
lost him once,
but never again.
he makes me weak at the knees.
.unfinished.laying in the darkness beside you.unfinished. in Free Verse More Like This
feels like perfection.
your skin upon my skin,
your breath upon my breath.
your hand wrapped in mine.
baby you're my protection,
perfection,
[unfinished]
Quick LinesSome day soonQuick Lines in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe you'll see
The depths of my heart
And the beauty in me
Lack of PerfectionHeartstrings are wearing thin.Lack of Perfection in Free Verse More Like This
Emotions are withering away.
And no matter how much
it hurts,
I can't let you go.
There's something about
you.
your smile.
your eyes.
your laugh.
the way our hands fit perfectly together.
It haunts me.
Heartaches are taking over
Words are exchanged that we don't mean.
And no matter how much
I want to start over,
it's not a possibility.
There's something about
society.
their views.
their opinions.
their influence.
the way they tell us we're so wrong.
It kills me.
Heartbeats are stalling.
Glances are stolen.
And no matter how much
we need t
ShadowsSitting alone in the darknessShadows in Free Verse More Like This
Always holds me together.
There's something about
The lack of light
That reassures me of everything.
The shadows scream out
Can you hear them?
"Life's alright. Start again."
I sit alone in the dark
Can you hear me?
Touch Me.children's screams fill the night air.Touch Me. in Free Verse More Like This
i can hear them howling.
the youngest cries and gaspes for breath.
"let me go!
stop touching me!"
her pain will turn to scars.
innocence was shattered tonight.
and alone i sat in the dark
just listening.
This Weekend...this party life got the best of me.This Weekend... in Free Verse More Like This
i don't know where to go from here.
a car drives by and i feel weightless
like a doctor in disguise.
i can;t have anymore,
i'm not making sense.
my head's a raging fire
waiting for the ambulanced victim.
dunno if i'm sober,
the pillow feels good.
and pretty soon we're back alive.
another car, but oh so slowly.
they don't know where i am.
a toilet rings out and i can hear it.
i'm still here after all.
but this doesn't feel real...
is this real?
is this really my life?
i found out what addiction means
and i don't want to get involved.
some are safer in the stars
and i go blind trying to f
LoveStoryOne morningLoveStory in Free Verse More Like This
I decided that you love me,
while we were cuddling toes,
under the blanket.
ToastCheers!Toast in Free Verse More Like This
I raise my glass to make a toast,
To our multiple personalities:
the family I never had
before I met you.
Animalsthere for you,Animals in Free Verse More Like This
in sickness and in poor.
there for you,
when feeling high,
when feeling blue.
there for you,
till death will come,
praying they'll die first,
if not,
without you they are lost.
Animals!
Big spenders.We waste our sometimesBig spenders in Free Verse More Like This
- most of times -
just to become
prisoners of our own freedoM.
We are plasticWe are like plastic,We are plastic in Free Verse More Like This
plastic bags into the wind,
reaching for the higher clouds,
seeing nothing, blurry dreams.
We are like plastic,
plastic bags into the storm,
traveling from shore to shore,
all washed up.
We are plastic,
plastic bags onto the earth,
choking life, poisoning dirt,
tainting seas, while going north,
killing fish and birds and more.
We are plastic,
plastic bags, all free of charge,
suffocating all around...
We are here to stay - our goal
100 years at most /
per useless plastic bag,
per human soul.
Recycle.
Something of a sortMy family is incomplete.Something of a sort in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Not like my mom divorced my dad, or any of the sort.
No.
It just... feels incomplete.
And there are times when everything is out of pace and
at the same time,
a chain reaction.
You see, I'd scream at my sister to put the stereo softer,
since she has lousy taste in music,
instead, i'd get the plain fuck you of the iPod generation,
and hear Akon all day, at maximum volume.
Since I'm older, Yeah, it sucks, I can't invoke the : I'll tell mom when she comes home!
I'm older.
Now that sounds weird since we still fight, my sis and I.
And sometimes I really wish she were just a bit like me, so we can actually ha
SaturnianMakes me think of Saturn..the planet...Saturnian in Free Verse More Like This
maybe it is a woman as well, just like this one, hugging itself within its million, secluded rings.
just like this one.
Makes me think of Saturn... the planet,
how lonely it is, and naked for the whole Universe to see,
maybe it is a woman as well, shameless to men and the rest.
Why would she need anyone else, but herself?
Just like this one.
Exactly.
Just like this one.
All it takesDepression is one step awayAll it takes in Free Verse More Like This
if you want it,
It reaches its pearly white arms,
caressing your face,
and understands you,
so unlike them.
Sadness whispers in your ear
all the words you want to say,
they drip out in silence,
heavy, just like rain.
Wrap around yourself just for a bit,
weave around yourself a tiny, white coccoon,
pad it with cotton-cloud-like-soft ideas...
then go lay there, and go sleep a bit,
away from the noise, away from
everything.
MasqueradeWon't you join me for a masquerade?Masquerade in Free Verse More Like This
You get dressed up
And look like a queen
No one can see you cry...
Let the music intoxicate you
Let your partner use you
Just make sure you never question your place
Keep that smile even when your wrapped around his waist
Dance a sweet dosie doo
For it's time for another partner to approach you
Another face with cravings to feed
Their demons never to much for you
No one says thank you
Whenever they finish
Because you know no one
Will ever love you
Your the most beautiful
Queen around
Worth every inch
Of silk surrounding you
Your ornate mask
Will never shatter
Because you wont ever
C
My MuseI want to see u first thing next to meMy Muse in Fantasy More Like This
That smile creep across your face
Knowing when you’re awake
I want to feel you close to me
Relax with me
Wrap yourself around me
Warm my skin,
My sunshine
Light breaking through my window at dawn
Bidding me good morning
Fingers running through my hair
Pulling me close
Whisper sweet things,
Not just because I want them
But because you mean them…
Even just sitting
Staring
Smiling sweetly
Like nothing else matters
Can’t stand the site of you sad
That look on your face when you get mad
Loneliness so far gone
So aware of your presence
That thin line between friendship &
Unknown 3The stars within reachUnknown 3 in Free Verse More Like This
Keep me moving in every beat
Sigh
Whisper
Reaction
Satisfaction
Every little secret wink
Secrecy
Delicacy even between
Sheets
Beyond friendship
It’s such bodies’ completion
Intellectually compassion
Admiration
Leaving me wanting,
But always complete
Seductive rhythms
Secret rhyme
Keeping and always in tune
Until our next time
Until the end
Not even one could quite
Understand
Such sensations,
Realizations
Revelations
True warmth
Internal sunshine
Minds interlinked
Compassion
Intertwined
Completion
Bodies competing
Same levels of sensual bliss
Candied eyes
Off sugared lips
Unknown 1SeeingUnknown 1 in Short Stories More Like This
Believing
Flirting
Courting
Temptation
Admiration
Devotion
Commotion
Seeking
Knowing
Understanding
Not careing
Gone
In
A
Flash
Body
Crashed
Mind
Withheld
Sensation
Deprived
Unknown
Risking
Consequences
Void
Shortened
Then
Ended
UnknownMind fazed,Unknown in Free Verse More Like This
Body hazed
Eyes in distortion
Faces imangined
Realities dellusion
Family imitation
Daddy of love
Lusting crued humor
Your bodies
Perfections,
Daddies
Imperfections,
Punishment
So awry
Daddies little girl
Can't help but stay hidden
Voices are churning
Conscious deliberating
Razor Blade
In a hidden place
Bewilderment evactuating
What is this that is
Debilitating
Cold lips going unkissed
Your broken
So please stay...
Daddies punishment
Kindled love
Daddie's punishment
Goes unknown
Will
Naked Painted GirlYou see the naked girl?Naked Painted Girl in Free Verse More Like This
She's hanging on your wall
Beautifully framed in
Oak, mahogany & brass
Her back is facing you
Head turned slightly around
You can see one eye
Deeply drenched in fear
Draped in shades of lilac
Skin of satin appearence
White lotus' all around
Completly black around
Was she painted for you dear?
Or is this painting of you?
A mirror reflection of yourself
Or the women you wish to be
Monster.You, with your heart of sand,Monster. in Other More Like This
cannot even see your own destruction,
cannot even fathom hurt you cause,
cold and rigid as you are.
This is your greatest tragedy,
monster in your ignorant cocoon of bliss.
Look inside, and mourn what is there,
what has been done.
Put THAT on paper,
on canvas!
You want to be an artist?
Feel some pain:
Walk the paths your victims march,
for they live.
Drown the self-indulgent baby!
Cowardly dog
Glorified rot maggot.
Parasitic king on your throne of knives from backs,
love your hosts while you can!
You, who is birthed from the dirt,
the death.
I know now
where your loyalties lie:
yourself.
A
I am who I thinkWho am I?I am who I think in Open More Like This
I am who I think I am,
and tomorrow something new completely;
the phoenix burns eternally.
Who am I?
I am who I think I am,
and I think
that you think
that you've got me, it seems.
You can never open your mind wide enough to catch me.
Who am I?
I am who I think I am,
and I'm looking for the few
to catch me, but
in order to catch, one must be free.
Who am I?
I am who I think I am,
and I think you feel how I see.
With a higher mind,
if you seek what you find,
you might find that I'll let you find me.
TrespassA foreigner creeps across the land,Trespass in Free Verse More Like This
illuminated in moonlight.
The hills say
"Who is this? Who is this?"
"Un Transgresseur!"
Every part of my body
screams in protest.
My skin crawls,
one hundred storming ants
when the unfamiliar hands rush across my flesh.
Trespasser.
The foreigner creeps across the land...
the land abandonded by its god;
unwanted, unguarded.
He startles the flower, asleep in her bed
"You are mine now"
Trespasser.
Every part of me
screams in protest.
But I,
I am silent.
I must hide my face.
This is what it is now.
This is what it must be.
unfinishedTrapped and helpless in your net,unfinished in Free Verse More Like This
speaking secret alphabets;
Tounges from paradise,
spoken by lovers on the level.
We join them.
We join the gods.
Insatiable;
I can never be full.
world through eyes of a brokenI've found an ugly new life,world through eyes of a broken in Free Verse More Like This
in an ugly place.
An ugly world,
with no relief or escape,
now beats me down and leaves an ugly taste.
Ugly routines,
day after day,
ugly kids who sing my name.
Ugly finishes,
born from ugly starts,
the ugly one I loved most
barbarously, viciously, he broke my heart.
His ugly words, merciless;
and those cold ugly eyes,
will forever burn holes in my now ugly mind.
So much love
replaced, no warning, with so much hate,
shattered my spirit,
birthed a new ugly view:
disoriented,
an unsettled state.
An ugly betrayal cut me down past size,
his ugly words, they closed my eyes:
ugly stars, birds
Sta.sh
