LustImpulses and sin surges drive me full throttle 'twards adultery,Lust in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Young and beautiful elegance in the movement, it was raw poetry,
Curses for my illegal social stand point and banded ball and chain,
Hopes and wishes followed my dreams and obsessions to fill the brain,
Everyday I show up at the same place to see her sitting,
It's an addiction and every day I tell myself "Soon I'll be quitting".
Heroin and methamphetamines depicted the lesser of horror stories,
100 percent of my being is filled with lust sick as mortuaries,
Words spill of false whereabouts to loved ones and friends,
Feelings process into OCD disorders and mental health descends,
Questioning myself constantly with shifty eyes and a damp palm.
My life suddenly reaches crescendo with eye contact and artificial calm.
Words never sounded so beautiful and feelings magnify,
Never to hear them again as my focus shifts to someone nearby.
An Army Of Artistic PurposeAn Army Of Artistic Purpose in Free Verse More Like This
Graphite floods of abstract calamities,
Varying shades of grey burning gently,
Aging and softening, eroding in time.
Paper rolls from memory to thought,
Image to scripture
It breathes the air of free reign
A melodic sense of purpose
Carrying on to
Absence of eraser use
Just scribbles and dashes
Running along the accidental collisions
Of poor thought processes brought together.
The novels that &
They're Just HopelessThey're Just Hopeless in Free Verse More Like This
Frangible lives sitting in catch-22s,
Proclaiming nothing but self-pity,
No one notices a cloudy day in Oregon,
Another thing to look through,
People know better
Kids dont' know sorrow at age 16
Just drowning themselves in a symbolic bath
Of ignorance and self-regret,
The new trend of today's youth.
Dressed in black like
an emotional funeral,
Listening to punk on MTV,
With scarred wrists,
Bleeding over a dead cat.
Smoking just to be different,
Or to cover incessant body odor,
Two birds are killed with one stone,
Love for harrassment
And loving themselves when they put their head in an oven,
Unlike rapid-onset brain tumors
It's all preventable
A Night On The BeachA Night On The Beach in Free Verse More Like This
Sand and pearls crawling under sunsets,
Mellow breezes stroke across polished wood,
Time whispers into dusk with soft purpose.
Bon fires floating in the sea of darkness,
Stories make acquaintance with one another,
Life depictions and merry banter.
Stars brush against the ebony canvas,
Constellations glowing in radiant bouquets,
Tides shifting under the glow of the moon,
Blankets and embers casting flush shadows.
LostGlass tubes fill on the outlook of mysteries,Lost in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Injured thoughts spill on personal histories,
Serums administered delicately on the eve,
Walls sway like ocean waves while blades fall from sleeves,
Spades, Aces and switches come down like rain,
Suns set on horizons then written upon inside the brain,
Blue hues shiver and course all over,
Cold smears off the skin when I'm deep undercover,
Escort the lost processes through haze and smoke
Virgins choke spitting up money until they're broke.
Trees claw on windows,
Cancer rests on trays filled with grey snow,
Midnight rests on the crest of the night,
Eyes wide open, pupils spread like its bright,
Each moment is a clip, a shake of a magic 8 ball,
Overview of the plot with a glimpse of the downfall,
Temporary insanity falls and rises,
Shadows shimmer on windows with infinite surprises,
Creativity peaks, falters, crashes, reemerges,
Blood boils over when thoughts lift and surge,
A boat on stormy waters, cutting wakes in swells,
Still awake when t
I Dreamt A YearI Dreamt aYearI Dreamt A Year in Free Verse More Like This
By Michelle Grifka
The only thing I want
is to dream like I once did
Under the cover of a bold night,
I journeyed forward
I was not,
but someone else
A new one, reborn,
and yet it was as if I had always been
and always would, until I died.
And while I wandered through this
an endless universe for me to live
I was yet not there.
If I was not there,
time had no hold on me,
thus; a year was an hour,
a month, a minute
Each night I am reborn
A different spirit
would I have no reflection,
like a vampire?
Is that who vampires were,
some dream traveler in their millennia-long night?
I cannot say, but to know,
I long for these places,
my feet long to walk those paths between stars
My heartbeats echoing between the galaxies
each night, a new era begins.
Abandoned StudioAbandoned StudioAbandoned Studio in Free Verse More Like This
Wheneve I enter that room
Something comes over me
This room holds all its past moments
Everything felt here
As my feet whisper across the hardwood floor
I see the echo of all those other feet
Tapping and leaping, brushing, pointed
Pink satin pointe shoes and black leotards
The sun from the window keeping time to
their movements and the music
The curve of graceful arms;
the slide and flow of ballet skirts
Flashing like ribbons before my eyes
The warm melody of the teachers voice
The mirror, reflecting serenity and hard work
A river of time flowing, holding me in arabesque
Moments here last forever
This is a place of dance.
IrreplaceableI have something inside meIrreplaceable in Free Verse More Like This
You cannot discard me.
I have a quality
you cannot throw me away.
I am bringing something essential here
You may not want it, but it comes with me
It is my core, the only thing that will not wilt
under the pressure of your uncaring eyes and voices.
I have poetry, song
something to give to the world, and
it will not let itself be extinguished,
even as the rest of me falls away and dies.
You cannot get rid of me.
I will still be here,
but still here, clinging grimly onto normal life,
an unwanted and grave reminder
of what you would love to move past.
I may be on the other side of the boundary
but I will always be here,
waiting for you to take it down.
a small wonderingI imagineda small wondering in Free Verse More Like This
not a face for you
But a voice to speak the words
of course from you
but I invented someone you were not
and I did not hear you speak them, but me
because that was all I had.
Now, I wonder,
as this comes to a close,
as we break off ties,
as the word flow ceases
Whether the voice created from those words
was ever really real--
Or unconnected with reality,
what I wanted to hear
I cannot see you yet
you are only in my mind.
Part Two: DesolationThe inside of the house is basically two rooms. The front has a small kitchen area and a table. The back is a bedroom. There is closet space at the side of the two-foot hallway between the two. The privy must be outside, which only makes sense. No one wants space that could be used for sleeping, eating, or storage to be taken up by a bathroom.Part Two: Desolation in Science Fiction More Like This
The sparse furniture is well crafted, but clearly old. Whats more interesting is the presence of stone. Stone has not been used as a building material for hundreds of years, and yet it forms the lower half of every wall. You look at it for a moment, then remember the wall-bridge and realize this must be the same stone, perhaps from another part of the wall, or whatever it had surrounded.
You stand just within the doorway, having closed the door so the rain wont get in. There are no leaks in the ceilingas far as you can tell, because you cant see it. It is strangely lost in shadow, too high for the candlelight t
MagicMagic in Free Verse More Like This
on every lip
something cold was ripped
that was us now
we left the sun in the shade
and everybody the same
then talked of all the synical
cause the rave
so the rain is still made
on a day like this
real magic exists
to mature now
made to fit
sugar and spice wont help you
theyre the ones who delt you
so shut up
cause real magic is gold
just what you got told
when you began
so with everything cut
you can appreciate luck
this is the end.
AnimiaAnimia in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I wasnt saying sorry
I just wanted to be
Why must I destroy
everything that I employ
in the growing foliage
all the fussing and the fighting
and theyll be no good night and
its all just the same
so I cannot watch this
up their wish
the way they exist
so barman pour me another drink
a non conformist
call it what you will
on the rocks with a twist
and I am just
as animic as I can take
I cant feel my veins
and I am too drained
to switch myself off
to turn myself away
I have no control
over this way
so yeh when Im going down there
Ill be down here with the fuss
and with all my fake selves
theyll be no room for us
because as somebody
trying to make it
in the world
as a boy,
as a girl
it doesnt matter
when life is only earth
and youre growing in the dirt
pretty colours do not fade
only the real
not the fake
dont up the make
up that that make
god chose you just the way
Wander wallWander wall in Free Verse More Like This
waking up with your foot in your mouth
and we know youre crying
cause your mascara runs south
and you know
when its over
and we see you walk the walls once more
for us we write our feelings on every down for sure
but underneath it all
its written on our walls
we dont know which way were going to fall.
if only you knew the truth
like I did
when I was with you
broken nails and broken dreams
bite your tongue so you can see
stop the comotion
below the ocean
thats where I want to me
so the ocean drowns me
with my dreams
but when I wake up
I am enthrawled
my wonderful wander wall
being locked in a motel
writing with lipstick
then shouting for help
I mean it
I need you
I need to abuse
so scratch my arms
and count to ten
this feeling was as good as then
I am numb, cant feel my feet
if only I could be there to see again
but Im sitting on my wander wall
wish you were here
so you could see
from the place
that I be.
electric lifeelectric life in Free Verse More Like This
you think you
are so good
but you dont know
that I hate you
my electric life is bad enough
covered with water so I sink
mixed togetehr so I sting
well how the hell do I swim
dont think of yourself
when I dont want to
my teeth hurt
froms wearing at you
so why dont you just
run away too
Of reality.....The want never leavesOf reality..... in Free Verse More Like This
The desire never disappears
Despite the yearning
My soul desperately greaves
I yearn for his touch
The radiance of his smile
The preciousness of his soul
Reality is merely such
Distant miles abound
Wicked robbery surrounds
Cruelty of the heart
Succumbs to the sound
WordsWords are realWords in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Words make it so
Words defy limits
Words come and go
Words are passion
Words are clear
Words separate memories
Words remove all fear
Words bring forth hope
Words energize our being
Words rejuvenate expectations
Words are truth, sometimes without seeing
Words can be deceptive
Words can be revered
Words can be everlasting
Words… Above all
Can be the first to bring a tear
Untitled 1Every kid from the hoods tried suicideUntitled 1 in Free Verse More Like This
Pulled a gat on an ill cat, shoulda died
Now a bonafide killer, on the run from the law
The gaping maw that these streets are
From Detroit to Dc
The crooks that run every city
have the audacity to attribute to us the ability to corrupt humanity
its insanity baling youth culture
but they the vultures
sent soldiers to the desert for oil
created within millions inner turmoil
now they bitchin bout the recoil
Suicidal Recital- UnfinishedAs I sit watching the clockSuicidal Recital- Unfinished in Free Verse More Like This
Tic toc tic toc
Got a glock to my head
Sure wonder I ain't dead
I've said all that needs to be said
'Bout to let the water run red
Soon to meet my maker
I'm no faker when I spit this I'm real
only wish you could feel what I feel
This sense of despair
And I no longer care
This is a rare moment of solace
my warm hearts turned callous
This is my suicidal recital
and its vital you pay attention
this is a rendition of my
Of the pain in my brain
Left with nothing, nothing left to gain
allow me to refrain and rephrase
this lyrical maze
every I've been left in a daze
Wondering if this shits just a phase
bound to fade into obscurity
sitting on the jury of my own murder trial
Untitled and unfinished 4Took a chanceUntitled and unfinished 4 in Free Verse More Like This
Made my stance
Now I'm stuck between infinity
Perhaps a sign of divinity?
I was never hell bound
Bound for the void in between
looking back my mood remains serene
How did I ever break out my old routine?
Same old scene
sitting alone in the dark
Stormy thoughts watch the lightning arc
Been marked by the devil
Soldier of heaven
Don't bother upon remark upon that irony
the agony of lacking destiny is one I know
allow me to bestow upon you the knowledge of centuries
it was the first war
my own neutrality
made me a causality
god granted me immortality
my new reality was to speak in fallacies
doomed to watch humanity
with a blind eye and a deaf ear
an ageless seer who finally broke his restraints
and can relate to those with hearts to listen
the knowledge thousands of years of humanity been missin
reminiscing back to the renaissance
Untitled and unfinished 2When they finallyUntitled and unfinished 2 in Free Verse More Like This
Make my life into a movie
how will I be played?
How will they portray me?
Will they flay my soul
Let all see the truth in my role
open the door
answer the question I'd kill for
What was I put on this earth for
I was never meant to soar
meant to write metaphors
that leave your mind sore
as if the mighty Thor had
slammed his hammer into your head
and I'm fed up with the feds
at my house every weekend
At a young age i learned to fend for myslef
pictures upon the shelf fade into sepia tones
as cyclones of angst tear through my mind
not the kind to call when your in need
never been that person
does that make me worse then others
The PressuresTruth above,The Pressures in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We're in the middle,
Choosing where to go.
They seem to always be on my sleeve.
Forcing me into what to believe,
and what to be,
what to say,
and how to see.
Do what you want,
Say what your going to say.
Because as or me,
I'll turn away,
And trust in my Jesus
BrightI've got this force pressing on me,Bright in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to be all I can be.
like the world I see.
I've got my back to a wall.
I try to stand tall
but begin to fall.
I cry out a call,
but am now in a ball,
just like a rag-doll.
I look up and am blinded by a light,
that i just might
be able to win this fight
and get through my daily strife.
If only I can keep him in my sight.
I know he'll make me right
if i just give up my life.
Not Afraid To LiveNot Afraid To LiveNot Afraid To Live in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
-Written By Jesse Bajenaru-
Not afraid to live,
Not afraid to die,
And I'm through hiding how I feel inside.
I'm caught in a world of confusion,
Watching it spin round
As I stand and don't make a sound.
They think they have sight,
But they're blind,
Only losing their minds
Until they find the one who makes them right.
How do they do it?
As his son lite my life,
I realized the world was too much for me to hold,
Too much for me to take,
My legs began to shake
As I fall to my knees.
I send out my pleas
And for the first time I can see.
Is finally in my sight.
They still get me down
And cant see this new profound
Life I have found.
But I'm never scared
Because I know you're always there.
There is nothing left to do.
Except to search for you,
To wait for you,
To lift me up,
To be with you.
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
DownfallDownfall in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
SophieSophie in Free Verse More Like This
I breathe a memory thread in.
A girl with orange hair and white skin
slipped foil secrets into my ears,
She dropped her little pills and spilled herself
like paper snowflakes into my eyes.
Her smiles ran in curly streams
Through injured heart, hands, and hairs,
Our laughter floated like feather-pillow fights
or clumps of cloud.
She deleted my freckles and fingers.
A girl with straight hair and pungent perfume
caught my tears in plastic bags to build an ocean,
She shared my seconds like jars of gold
While I wrinkled hers like apricots.
Her voice rescued me with butterfly nets
chasing dark wings outdoors,
Truth was all she breathed
into my flat lungs and fat skin.
I kissed her mouth and tasted her heart.
A girl with glittered eyes and lovely lips
splashed sunshine into my soul,
She could be a raindrop or a rainbow
with a jug of gold in her chest.
Her hand held mine on paths and streets
blocking seperation's greasy sting,
We used to watch the moon rotate
with stripped ey
Human HeartHuman Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Anti-human voices boomed in the tunnel
in the street, under steel
Carnage dropped from the air into silence,
and all became still at England's heart.
Incapable of feeling anything other than nothing
Someone personified inhumanity again
Without a face, a heart, a voice.
Click - boom was all it took
to destroy too many human hearts.
There is no reason in their world
Only self and slaughter,
They don't deserve sunshine.
Intricately charred by flameless fire
Their minds are blank, burnt black
Composed of muscle and malice
They are weak as a fingernail.
The human heart aches too intensely too often
But it's walls are thicker than skin
And stronger than a bomb fueled by silence.
The soldiers of destruction will never see our white flag
They'll see red on white and know this is England
This is strength, this is louder than their secret silence
And brighter than their shadows,
We have a face, a voice, a weapon;
The human heart is stronger when love filled.
- 8th July 2005.
Lost ManLost Man in Free Verse More Like This
A lost man walked along with me
The road I had misplaced,
He taught me proper walking
With strong boats
The kind that shame my feet.
My lost man lost his will to live
He said mine screamed too loud
Took a part for his own keep
With the knife in his mouth
He doctored my heart and left it spread to breathe.
As my lost man walked my walk
I copied his steps,
He showed me the sun and showed my the sea
We couldn't break from the pace
But broke into running and set ourselves free.
1st November 2005
"I'm Leaving."I'm leaving, I said."I'm Leaving." in General Fiction More Like This
I got up, gathered my things, and walked toward the window. The teacher turned to give a perplexed look and asked, Where are you going?
Yes, I heard you the first time but you can't leave.
I opened the window and lowered my bag as far as I could reach before dropping it from almost the top of the first story window. It landed with a thud.
Good thing I bunched up the hoodie at the bottom of my bag, I mused.
I swung my legs through the window and sat on the sill for a moment. One of my classmates asked, How are you gonna pull off a jump like that?
It's easy, I responded. It's like being on fire except that you drop, roll, and THEN stop. I'll see you guys later.
I turned back with a smile and slid out of the window. The landing is never as smooth as you want it to be. This time, however, I pulled it off without a hitch. Good. I could tell
MagickThe riffle of cards. The eye-pleasing three-way-cut. And there it was. Her card.Magick in Fantasy More Like This
Show me how you did that! Jessica demanded.
No. Shawn replied. It was just as simple as that.
Then do it again.
How bout another trick? Shawn asked.
What kind of trick? She prodded.
Oh, you know Shawn answered as he produced a half-dollar from the air and began to roll it down his knuckles. The miraculous kind. he continued as the coin reached his bottom knuckle and he just as easily made it vanish.
This was exactly what she had hoped to hear. Shawns little miracles were legendary, if only in her mind. Jessicas face broke into a radiant smile.
Shawn took the deck of cards and placed it on the table. He cracked his knuckles and drew a deep breath. As he stared down at the deck of cards, one of them began to shudder, causing the cards atop it to fall off of the stack to either side. It slowly began to
On The RoadIt was a little after ten when he left. John didnt really know why he was leaving. His family wasnt actually that bad. Mom and Dad were just regular parents with everyday complaints. His little brother was about par with every other eight year old younger sibling. But something just made him despise them all. Oh sure, he loved them, of course. But John just couldnt stand being part of them.On The Road in Teen More Like This
He walked down the dimly lit street with a backpack slung over his shoulder, mentally going over his checklist one more time. Change of clothes? Check. Quick-Hack-Kit? Check. Knife? Duct tape? Black garbage bags? Check to all of the above. John also wore his favorite Michigan University hat and the biggest hoodie he had.
When John came to the playground, he sat down and flipped open his phone. It slowly dawned on him that no one he knew lived close by. No one except
DAMMIT!!! John yelled to no-one in particular.
He would have to ask his ex-girlfriend f
Little, or notThe leaves had turned red, yellow and brown. The wind carried them away from the safety of their mother three. Some were carried far away, to the ocean and beyond. But some were carried only to the little river Erin. The river that was so little that many wondered why it was called river Erin. Some places it was so small that the kids at home could jump over. But it had one bridge, a narrow and unstable one. But it was a bridge, even though many wondered if the bridge could even be called a bridge. But they didn’t know that even small things could have great meanings.Little, or not in Short Stories More Like This
“Come on Jack! Dinner’s almost ready and mom’s going to kill us if we’re late!” Two pairs of children feet ran over rocks and dirt. One pair some inches longer than the other, and a bit faster as well. The shorter ones belonged to little Jack Grey. His short and curly brown hair flew in the wind. The forest green eyes fixed on the back in front of him. “Come on!” called Matt
He Had To ObeyHe wasn’t allowed to talk. He was supposed to just sit still. Not make a twitch. Not a sound. All still. He wasn’t allowed to think. To breathe. To live. He had been told to be still. And he knew what would happen if he didn’t obey. All he was allowed to do was obey. He had to obey.He Had To Obey in Short Stories More Like This
“What are you doing?” Little Dana gazed at Damien with her big, blue eyes. “Hush. He might hear us. You must be still.” He grabbed her, held her tight. His hand covered her mouth. No words were allowed out. “We have to be still and obey.” They could hear someone walking above them. Heavy steps. Heavy steps moving towards the stairs that led down to them. Two pairs of eyes grew big when light overwhelmed the cellar door.
He held her hand. For her safety. For his comfort. Maybe He wouldn’t harm her if he always held her hand. Always hold her hand. Never let go. Never let him have her. Never again. His hand was wet. His shoulder was wet. Wet of tears.