Don't Do Flowers"I bought you a rose" he saidDon't Do Flowers in Free Verse More Like This
and it was finished before it began.
I don't do flowers.
I don't do flowers, like I don't pay for sky,
as if to buy some dirt.
To what extent
can't we be bothered?
To use what we have -
To say what we mean -
But we can't.
So we let something dying
and I can't stand
so I don't do flowers;
I'll do it myself.
No Difference BetweenEven with bare feet -No Difference Between in Free Verse More Like This
Shoes, a distant contempt,
We might have been flying higher
Were we not pressing soil
We might have been better off
Decked out in iridescent scales
and in mud;
Flailing freely in breeze.
So let's take off these shoes, my dear,
And mix our edgeless skin
And pretend that there's a difference between -
Living in doubt, and
Living in sin;
pretend that there's a difference between -
Living without, and
The StarThe StarThe Star in Free Verse More Like This
Once I picked a star
Just with my eyes
I saw him shining and felt in love
She became a sun deep in my heart
This star, a beauty
This star, special and proud
This star, so far away
So far away
I touched her alone with my thoughts
. . . . so far away
I spoke with her
. . . whispers in a endless universe of shouts
Sounds of fear and hopelessness
We both are hidden behind our own misery
And now Im waiting for an answer
Waiting for a star, falling from the sky
. . . into my dreams
. . . into my life
Again. . . .
tapesforgotten realms reaching the skytapes in Open More Like This
the moon is dancing alone in the dark
reflecting life and fire's passion
all these things between a touch an a sin means nothing
sometimes a star shines brighter then the flashlight of a life
sometimes tapes between beings are more then with relatives
sometimes is this called love
mostly to be honest
sometimes is it called friendship
or waiting to fall in love
waiting a whole lifetime
passion means nothing different to me
I'm alone and I'm beloved
and still feel like a stone thrown in a ocean of tears
between people that love
life seems that easy but it is even more then easy
it is understandable
if you close you eyes and fly away to this star
bedtime psychiatrythe kind of night thatbedtime psychiatry in Free Verse More Like This
feels like a morning, like
faked vintage photographs
of grey-skin people:
standing in front of the
(it just feels like the
thing to do.)
climbing up the wet drywall,
reaching for something they
know they won't find.
ribs trying to
break free through my
cold, naked flesh.
count my blessings on my
breath, and find
something wrong with
each single one.
replay of the
how does that make you feel?
never an actual
reply, just that smile
i understand you perfectly, but
[i just wish i knew what was wrong.]
[i just wish i knew what was wrong.]
Just stayStay a while,Just stay in Free Verse More Like This
Just a little longer.
So I can see you smile,
Smell your scent,
Hear your laugh,
Feel your skin.
There's so much I wish to tell you.
So much I want you to know.
I want to tell you I love you.
But I'm scared.
I'm scared you'll freak and walk out.
I'm scared you'll call me stupid.
I'm scared you'll laugh at me and say "No chance."
I just want you.
Toi et moi.
Come sit with me,
I have red wine,
We can share stories,
And laugh about the weather.
We can move closer and closer.
Maybe we can kiss?
I want you to stay.
I don't want to be here alone,
Again, just like the last 16 years.
You're the reason I breathe.
You're my calm surrounding my chaos.
My light, that's shining bright.
I know you can feel me staring,
I can tell you know what I'm thinking.
I hope you'll turn around, maybe take my hand.
But no, you turn that handle, without a single word
And once again, I'm left here, on my own
Screaming in my mind, "Just stay".
All you need.At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes... all you need isAll you need. in Emotional More Like This
Black DressA dream,Black Dress in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The same since childhood.
Again and again I had it,
When I didn't I'd often brood.
We'd run all around,
And often hear, quite strange sounds.
Sneak and hide 'till we taste bile,
On the lamb all the while.
But what's strange, I must say,
Was that it was ALWAYS day.
No matter how much we'd run,
The only light was from the bright, red, sun.
Yet we were in a city,
My 8 companions and I.
We entered houses, each one with a sigh,
Finding nothing after nothing, felt like a lie.
Each time I'd dream this special dream,
I'd fall in love with a different person, it seems.
Every time, I'd doubt myself less and less,
But I could NEVER identify the girl in the dress.
She was kind've tall and oh, so clever,
When I was told to kill her, I said I could never.
We brought her with us every time, in each dream,
My other companions, I knew before, I deemed.
We'd find a place to rest and gather energy,
We looked at stars until they took her from me.
Dream turned nightmare and the sun turned black,
Our love livesHe always felt strange to me even when we were young, He seemed different. I remember it like it was yesterday, when we were 3-year olds, sitting next to each other on His bench, holding hands and smiling. We had always liked each other, but we were shy to admit it to each other and ourselves but now we were happily smooching in the privacy of His tree house. I smiled at the memory, because we didn't know any better and we'd both been watching too many movies with too much romance. When His mother came out of their house, wailing and sobbing, we were so startled because we thought she'd seen us, I fell out of the tree house and landed on the trampoline giggling. Unfortunately, I didn't get to giggle for very long, because it turned out that His grandparents were killed in a terrible car accident moments before and she came looking for Him for comfort. He wanted me to come with Him to the funeral but my mom didn't let me because she didn't want me to have to deal with all thatOur love lives in Settings More Like This
Insert An Original Title HereInsert something meaningful here. Something which will cause your eyes to brim with tears, something that'll tug at the corners of your mouth until at last you smile.Insert An Original Title Here in Short Stories More Like This
Conjure up, in your empty mind, thousands of words. Short words, long words, complicated words and mished-mashed-rhyming-slang words. Try to find words that make you want to jump for joy, grab those short sentences that describe his shining teeth perfectly, or those which capture the essence of her round eyes like a photograph.
In this paragraph, if you will, place something original. Something groundbreaking. Write here, for yourself, something heart wrenching. Show me the words that'll end world poverty, teach me how to write romance. Scorch the blank empty page with tales of death and hate.
Now finish this if you would be so kind with a h
A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea in Free Verse More Like This
Your memory carried me through countless nights
Nothing more than a glorified incubus
Your serpent words wrapping there way around my heart
We both need to move on, fellow lost soul,
The coming dawn waits for no one.
I'm only your princess when no one else is looking
A pet trained to come when your lonely.
I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind
The fading night leaves everyone behind.
I would have been your everything if I only had a chance
But we are young and your heart wanders while I look on
My wounds heal, your poison drains away leaving a clear mind
With my face to the rising sun, I am born.
It is your turn to wake up Lord of dreams and wishes
My hands once reached out to you, craving the feel of your skin
Bitter reality waits to greet you as I walk away with few glances back
The moon sets and a young girl dies.
Hours spent missing what never was is a heavy burden
My shoulders feel free once again and I pray you find the same peace
The fissures and cracks in a young he
2012 Her final songMy tired eyes have seen the World more than a billion times, a world I possess but can no longer call mine.2012 Her final song in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It used to obey my every command. It cowered in fear yet ate from my hand.
It worshipped me with great admiration. Before, I say, the Contamination.
The infestation of parasites, that took over my world and challenged my might.
The Earth, my world, my planet, my son...Look at what these parasites have done!
They've cut out your lungs; the plants and the trees! Polluted your blood; The rivers and Seas!
My beautiful world, my dearest creation. My final call will soon rid you of this damned infestation...
The floods in the west and the fires in the east, are just the starter of my magnificent feast!
I'll burn the land and I'll boil the seas! Make the mountains tremble to shake off these fleas.
No nuclear blast nor atom bomb, can stop me from singing my final song.
Wind, rain and fire...my fatal melody.
Do you hear that humans? Mother Nature's symphony.