dear mirror girldear you:dear mirror girl in Free Verse More Like This
there are storm clouds in your eyes
and all the warning signs
are pointing to destruction.
the cracks marring your cheeks
are oozing pus
and your makeup coverings have failed you.
you're falling apart
and screaming through every minute
and don't you see?
you've lost pounds of soggy eyelashes
and your skin is leaking pigment,
i only want to help you,
but you don't see yourself the way i do.
dear mirror girl:
i'm not happy with your grin.
it's much too fake;
a sloppy paint job
with no hope of ever changing.
you have rings around your eyes
and all you care to do is stare in desolation,
but don't you get it?
i'm tired of this lie.
take your hands out of your pockets
and wipe those tear-stains from your cheeks,
there are more important things
than beauty sleep
and relaxing baths
and that drawing in the corner.
and smell reality:
the rain falls everywhere,
not just on you.
stop squashing your heart.
i realize it's
Truths and Lies--In and OutI really hate to say thisTruths and Lies--In and Out in Free Verse More Like This
(HAH! What are we, ten?)
I'm not sure that this is working
(I don't WANT to be your friend!)
Everything has gone downhill
(I blame this shit on you!)
I need to work some problems out
(I know exactly what to do)
So what have you been doing?
(Who did you sleep beside last night?)
How's your life been lately?
(How does her hair look in the light?)
I completely understand
(but can I strangle you just for fun?)
I'm happy as long as you are
(I hope you know that we are done.)
So why did you call me?
(Can't you leave me the Hell alone!?)
It was nice of you to think of me
(Should I disconnect my phone?)
Oh, so did you get my email?
(Do I have to block you as well?)
Have I gotten annoying yet?
(because you're putting me through Hell.)
Yeah, we had some good times.
(Why won't you let me forget?!)
Oh yeah, I remember saying that!
(Aren't you tired of this yet?)
Yeah, maybe w
countdown to zeroexcitement:countdown to zero in Free Verse More Like This
one sheet of cheap paper
detailing every growth,
chalked down to weeks
and several tiny images.
ear structure forming.
scrawled across the page.
events that should be itemized,
stuck in the family museum,
clipped down to snapshot memories.
twelve thousand thoughts
of names and pain,
of teaching morals and values,
of how to say "no"
even though sometimes,
i couldn't myself.
and the constant knowledge
that the timing might not have been right.
the sudden gush of crimson,
one frantic drive to the er...
you weren't ready to love us.
who you'd have looked like,
Ribbons and Dreamsa.Ribbons and Dreams in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you tie the stars in ribbon trails
and examine the options,
each dot a resting place.
a haven i can't reach.
as i read the imprints on your lips
(the moondust sparkles most
when you tilt your head to the right
and twinkle your eyes):
do you really miss me,
or was i just another name of impossibles
you strove to drive away?
our auras glow through pink-tinged clouds
and i wonder idly:
do you really love me,
or am i just a dream you think will paint you perfect?
you loop daisies 'round your pinky
and swear you'll never forget,
muted fantasies stealing your smile
in a world i've never visited.
as i read the gloss across your palms
(pollen always has a knack
for staining life-lines and fortunes
and turning your alibis beautiful):
did you really mean forever,
or just until something better came along?
you blow petals against my eyes
and i question silently:
do you really want who i am,
or are my blooms much too harsh for your caress?
you sketch sh
Look in the MirrorLook in the Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
Take a look in the mirror;
tell me, what do you see?
I see a mess of a soul
trapped in a masterpiece.
Peel the layers back
and glance beneath skin.
Hiding under the glitter
is a monster within.
Take a look in the mirror;
do you see what I crave?
Your hatred makes up
for all the love that you gave.
Peel the layers back
and lose what's left of your heart.
I'll never let go
until your world's torn apart.
Take a look in the mirror
and see what I see:
a soul lost to tomorrow,
forever belonging to me.
Sculpted Ice Lacking a CauseCold,Sculpted Ice Lacking a Cause in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
ice chips sucking the soul
out of vibrant cheeks
and rouge-tinted lips,
eyes freezing over
as tears welled-up behind thin veils
pierce the pupils with stinging remorse
at never having been let fall.
so frigidly brutal,
the laboring of a heart
being left in silence
as storm clouds in cluttered veins
keep warm blood from reviving smiles,
the daggers of poisoned glares
felt only in the gut
where frosted numb has yet to reach.
such searing pain,
cracking lungs with every breath
as memories subside
to dark and deep unconsciousness,
fingertips twitching to reach out
to grasp in blackened hands the threads of hope.
without life to warm the brain.
Breathe against my neck again,
I become sculpted ice lacking a cause
when you're away.
100 Themes Challenge: LoveI took a poetry course100 Themes Challenge: Love in Free Verse More Like This
a couple semesters ago.
My professor suggested
I stop writing about love.
That I should defocus my mind
from cliched happinesses
and pretty heart-flutterings
(love ruins the thoughts,
turns them to mush and broken fragments)
and instead focus
upon the gore of real life.
Love is unpredictable,
heartaches are imaginary,
but the everyday world
is out there for the taking.
I haven't stopped writing about love,
but I haven't forgotten
to take my eyes off my heart, either.
Love makes me sappy,
life causes scars,
and all we are capable of doing
is kicking our sneakers up on the table
and learning to deal.
It's just another name
for mindless jumbling about nothing but pain.
In the end,
Love kills the soul,
life kills the heart,
and the cycle begins anew
with a crush and a breath of fresh air.
100 Themes: MemoryMemories have a way100 Themes: Memory in Free Verse More Like This
of freezing over time,
losing validity and brilliance
to the ponderings of what could have been.
we lose sight of the way things were
and instead scrape our fairytales
into the forefront of our minds.
We forget to remember the details
and create a world
where every look becomes significant
(the evil one is planning something;
she glared at me)
and every word is a code to be deciphered
(yes with a hint of a suggestive tone;
he likes me).
the memories we once cherished
no longer exist,
lost to the garbles of time
and fading images.
Just another form of make-believe
in the grand scheme of things
once the cobwebs have been cleared away.
Watch me WalkPlease,Watch me Walk in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
take me away from here.
Choose my path for me
and set me back upon my feet;
my decision is always the wrong one
and I don't want to feel this pain again.
Give me a bag of fresh air
and set me on a galaxy far away.
Even if the air runs out
and my heart shatters,
no one will be able to hear me scream.
I've got to find myself
outside the lines that life has drawn me;
there must be more to feeling
than the heartaches I always land upon.
Will you help me solve a riddle?
I need to understand
why I can't help but choose
the boxes marked "goodbye".
Just let me leave
before the world comes crashing down;
I refuse to be the cause this time.
Give me wings
and let me fly away;
perhaps I can find my smile ditched on the side of a cloud.
I'm stuck between a wall
and a love I'm not sure I can keep in the end.
Just let me leave
before I drag you through the flames beside me.
Come Stop Your Crying, It Will Be AlrightShe says she's no good with words, but I'm worse--Come Stop Your Crying, It Will Be Alright in Free Verse More Like This
I threw our rings into a box.
Livin' my life in a slow hell;
one day, one night, one moment.
You know, it tears me up inside
if all of my life, I try and I try.
What's her car doing outside his house?
One devotion to an empty moment.
Sunday morning when the paper comes,
circling her, circling her, circling her head;
listen to her heart.
The walls between her and I?
They've come to witness the beginning.
The DraftA woman waiting by the window,The Draft in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Statue held by bated breath
No letters yet, no news of death.
The draft has come and cleared the board,
Of all but Bishops, Knights and Queens.
The Pawns have gone to play abroad,
And die in budget battle scenes.
To fall with phosphor flashing rounds
The Draft has come, Oh empty towns.
Grey Birds RoostingRemember remember,Grey Birds Roosting in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The birds of September
That darkly floated in,
Before the sun-burst of colour
And heavy briefcase rain.
Before all falling shapes were lost
In choking clouds of concrete dust
And journalists, (that's full grown men)
Showed their tears on CNN.
But my diction only sours-
So remember remember,
The birds of September,
Gliding into towers.
And when you see infantry in the East,
The price of our peace.
NagasakiWas that a trembling of the ground?Nagasaki in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And did I hear the tell of guns?
If so it were a single round
Of magnitude, oh what a sound!
To break the Nagasaki air
And now the rush of summer rains?
What evil shakes my windowpanes?
What thunder, what fighting?
What battles and lightning?
Why the flash in Japan's skies?
Where the roof and how such heat?
Why a blindness in my eyes?
And why the stink of searing meat?
Ghost WritingThe words grew hollowGhost Writing in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Meaningless somehow- thinner.
I forgot why I loved
The dusted air of summer.
I forgot why I took
My pen to paper.
I forgot why I chose,
A book of vapour or a written rose.
As all the petals of
Prose fell away.
At the end of the day
I was left with letters.
Lovers Leave You EmptyLike the first time you scraped your kneesLovers Leave You Empty in Free Verse More Like This
Or fell flat on your face
Vindicated until the limit boils and
Ends as quickly as it came
Recall the terrified feeling of being
Separated in a dark place
Like the time you lost yourself in the woods
Expecting to be gone without a trace
And the sting of bitter words
Vocalized in your first fight
Extracts thoughts from far away
You cant sleep at night
Or the flush of pain
Upon your youthful skin
Every time you were tore down
Memories stirring from within
Perhaps it is all these things
That makes the heartache worse, lovers leave
You empty, an unavoidable curse.
PercentilesWe're the different ones; the artists, the poets,Percentiles in Free Verse More Like This
the musicians sitting in a far off world at the back of all your classes, those that don't
say much unless amongst friends, who
slowly sink into their skin as the years
go by and who find themselves by the maps
on the backs of their arms, not the front
We're those kids who get far too passionate
about history, discussing philosophy as though
it were the changing weather and ridden
with unsatisfied answers about the way
this place works, not merely content with
the spoon-fed ideals so easily consumed.
We're that one-third of young people
actually caring about who's ruining
the country, who let themselves be heard
if it's worth cutting through the noise
and the understanding that sometimes
one song can mean more than an entire string
So here's to the thirty-three percent of us
who would rather live for something
meaningful, as opposed to the latest trend,
the ones that don't mind a shade of obscurity
The Changing Faces of MankindA jealous manThe Changing Faces of Mankind in Free Verse More Like This
will often strike
blows to the heart of his enemy
and wish ill circumstances
upon said person.
A lonely man
will fall to his knees
act out of desperation,
beg for forgiveness
and do it all a second time.
A bitter man
will carry venom
sneer at those beneath him,
and go home cold.
A humble man
will let credit go
to those who need it more,
he needs only self-satisfaction
to know where he belongs.
A real man
will strike with pity,
will fall with grace,
will sneer at temptation
and with the stamp of dignity
he will venture off
into the world.
In This RoomIn this roomIn This Room in Free Verse More Like This
with four walls
I was unable
to rest my eyes.
Every bare corner
is a word whispered
in my ear;
I was unable
to find the door.
Coloured shapes rain
while they break the line
I was unable
to look away.
In this room
with four walls
I was unable
to rest my eyes.
NumbersI did notNumbers in Free Verse More Like This
wish to grow up;
the cold lure of maturity
for its own,
long before my time.
It was circumstance
and the mindset
of an outcast
that thrust me into reality,
the grown up world
where people die,
where children are beaten,
where Gods shining light
is nothing but
I lost count quickly;
The number of years
I skipped out on,
the number of friends
I no longer understood,
the number of age
I no longer took into account.
show me how many years
my body has lived,
but there is no way to decipher
of my mind.
Silken FingersThe wind whisperedSilken Fingers in Free Verse More Like This
like the silent
cries of children,
little silken fingers
threaded in my hair
and the bell-chime
an empty playground.
from the wandering eye
of a weak mother,
with the promise
and good things.
cushioned pink palace
to the locked jaws
and life away.
The wind sang
like the forgotten cries of children,
little broken fingers
that will never
Anything but EnlightenmentWe crave brilliance;Anything but Enlightenment in Free Verse More Like This
we want to own the world
and slap its face
so as not to feel
the sting on our own cheeks-
we demand its
with crafted arrogance
because it's ours
for the taking...
We will hold her
and crush the fingers
caress the skin so
she will open up
and sleep easy
knowing we rip out
when all she ever did was
What is a concept
when she's already
given us all that we
asked for with greed
refusing to lick
we did not know
continued to bleed-
to show weakness
would mean we are human
and we'd rather be
We'll take the destruction
of earth bound bones,
the arterial dissolution
of a mother that could
not provide ignorance,
the ridiculed decay
of an embrace that
does not end with
a hilt protruding from flesh...
Because it's ours
for the taking,
Crown of LonelinessSoon enough I will have toCrown of Loneliness in Free Verse More Like This
stand my ground and raise
my head to those who Im sure
will try to oppress me.
For they know not of
the strength that must
always come from believing
in the conviction of ones self.
When Im devoid of armour,
unprotected by those I trust
I must make it known that I
will not fall without a fight.
Though the corridors of independence
may appear cold and damp,
I will push through the crowds
of nameless, faceless shrews.
I may not want to take
the crown of loneliness for my own,
but in such instances prevailing is
the only way to survive.
What's ExpectedHere's to nightsWhat's Expected in Free Verse More Like This
doused in the
gasoline of our
matches held just
to tempt the flames
into setting us
Let's hear it for
throats filled to the brim
burned skin and
the slurs of our generation
colliding when there's
nothing left to
A round of applause for
the way morality
dribbles from our chins,
the semi-coherent pride
of an empty bottle
and the spread legs of
Forgive, but mostly ForgetDear you,Forgive, but mostly Forget in Letters More Like This
There was once a time when I wanted to write you a world full of letters; dreams that seemed to breathe with anticipation, thoughts I knew only you would understand, questions I had no fear of asking...but never one like this. Never one that demanded my hands to stop shaking or my heart to slide back down my desert dry throat, it would have never taken me a week just to get it all out. There's nowhere to begin and I am a heap of scattered emotion, but I am not yet crippled completely and I have my hard head to thank for that. You always told me I was too stubborn, that I should give in every once in awhile...a lot of damn good that did me.
I'm not writing this to plead my case and tell you about how much I can't go on without your love, quite frankly that's just not my style. My knees might have buckled on impact, but I'm dead set on maintaining my balance this time; never again will a man shake the walls of this establishment. I can't say this strength doesn't surprise me, I
AsylumDeep in the ravenous pit of my soulAsylum in Free Verse More Like This
Where love once burned with a hellish fury
I lie in wait, a vile revenant of what I once was
Tortured and raped by your affection.
My dark sanctuary is the last bastion
A misbegotten hole in which I may fester
It has become my serpentine salvation
After all past defenses had crumbled at your feet
Was I not so long ago the angel in this story?
Battle weary but brave and bright eyed
The Light's own agent of Love's forgotten truths
My sword was my faith in you, my halo was our love
Now I am corrupted and defiled, wings ripped apart
Demon blood runs cold through blackened veins
My eyes are windows to a deeper madness
With my heart torn out, it shall beat no longer
You Are HereAt this slighted intersectionYou Are Here in Free Verse More Like This
Without divine intervention, just confusion
With your life - struggling out of control
But hey, you know where you are, and you are
Here, in human hair and human skin
Conflicted and ever so constricted within
With fingers in fives, just pray you're alive
Because you wouldn't want to be anywhere but here
And so here you are
A place called Earth
A place of birth and also famously known
As the waiting room for Hell
Oh well, at least it's near
So settle down, have a snack or drink a beer
Just wait until you see the smoke and the mirrors
Forcing shivers upon you, but don't let that stop you
So what are you waiting for?
Examine the arrow, pointing to your head
It's merely an indicator, a sign saying you're not yet dead
So wrap up tight, it'll be a long life, and an even longer night
Standing in a graveyard with dead crows all around
It's here that I know what you're thinking,
But the grey gets even better when you're alive, so
Ignore the compulsory fear, and ple
HomecomingI am welcomed home this afternoonHomecoming in Free Verse More Like This
By children on their bicycles
Treading golden dusk-lit roads
Not knowing they are the future
I am welcomed back this evening
By the warm shoulders of my grandparents
And the particular smell of their house
Of three white cats and peppermint
I am welcomed home tonight
By talks of politics and racism
And late night repeats
Evoked by an old and dusty television
But what welcomes me back the most
Is the promises I made so many years ago
In the selfish way of all young men
That I should never, ever return
Not AnymoreThe time has come for me to rest,Not Anymore in Free Verse More Like This
Please don't cry, I tried my best.
The worst is that you got to see
That lost and worried part of me.
That bottle stored my inner mind,
I was that man, but that man was blind.
Now I intend to take my heart away,
And take it out on a sunnier day.
I'll bide my time and see again,
A time of laughter, of no more pain.
This I need to do myself,
To put my heart on that top shelf.
I live on them, on friends, on this,
Not long now till sorrow's kiss.
I'll hide myself away from it all,
Just rememeber, I get up after I fall.
I'll rise again to start anew,
I'll watch the sun, enjoy the view.
I'll be stronger soon than ever before,
No more falling, not anymore.
Battlefield: LifeWell versed in the arts of deceptionBattlefield: Life in Free Verse More Like This
We wage a blaming war on our parents
Responsible for our shitty lives and contraception
Our pain and our hatred all penciled in
As deadly speckled eggs
We watch, we wait, we anticipate our strike
The silent and swift dagger in the night
Feeling the glory of reddened skies
Of wretched and wetted eyes
Oh, how we dissapoint!
What they sow, so shall we reap
And you would think the battle was won
But no, sweet things
Life is a battlefield
And we have only just begun
And II burned my bridgesAnd I in Free Verse More Like This
I packed my bag
I folded the note
I closed the book
I shut the door
I lay on the floor
And I smiled
I gave it in
I gave it up
I threw it up
I threw it in
I shut the door
I lay on the floor
And I laughed
I passed the piece
I peaced the past
I broke the need
I needed the break
I shut the door
I lay on the floor
And I cried
Concerning CustodyTo the mothers and fathers of my poems,Concerning Custody in Free Verse More Like This
Who shall remain faceless and nameless and bodiless for now -
I should probably thank you, should probably reward you,
But not just yet, not this way
Speaking to you seems a dream in comparison to what I've felt
But words cannot come close to the experiences of the emotionally capable
Should I apologise for not attempting better contraception of my thoughts,
Or should I stay with joy undisturbed, proud of my priceless pages?
For how could I possibly avoid something so avidly apart of me,
The insemination of ideals and what my heart undoubtedly feels
Maybe I should have cleansed my pores of all creativity
and order this blood not to flow past my cells with unity
If you do not feel capable of carrying on this shared burden,
Tell me now so that I may work harder on my cross bearing strengths
Lemonade with SundayIt's one of those days, you know, the ones where the air is so thick and heavy you feel like your sucking it in through a big old quilt. Every time I wake up to these days for a moment I don't want to get out of bed, because days like these are the ones that are full of memories that I am the only keeper over.Lemonade with Sunday in Short Stories More Like This
I remember that when we were kids you would come running up my stairs on days like this happy as a pig in the mud. I would answer the door already in a bad mood because my hair was sticking to the sweat on the back on my neck, every time I would frown and say, "boy what is wrong with you, you're not supposed to smile in hell." But my moods never slowed you down. You loved those days when the lowest temperature was 90°F, days of lemonade and lying in the tall grass absorbing that awful sun. My only desire was to soak in a cold bath all day but you would lay in that grass with those freckles across your cheeks and that infectious smile and I would sit out there because that sm
For a Moment ThereI amFor a Moment There in Free Verse More Like This
a fear of love,
fear of rejection.
a flawed face,
scratched at by tortured nails.
a water stained mirror,
that sad souls wish to break.
stretched white skin,
that tired fingers pull at in dismay.
Once full of life but abandoned,
greedy hands cracked open my fragile shell.
My heart a hollow space forcefully licked clean.
a fetal form, knees to chin,
wrapped in a patched up blanket
of bitterness and insecurities.
When will I be reborn?
3 Month PuppetOctober:3 Month Puppet in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I order another coffee; she's always late.
I see her coming. The emotions radiating off her body could power a small country but she would come with the package and the small country would return her with a complaint letter.
She starts talking before she's even in the seat. "We are going on our first date!"
I start up my brain, which maybe-someday-husband is this? Number 12? Number 22, if I consider the guys that shared sweat with her for a night and left the memory of her name along with the memory of her in a cheap motel bed.
I feign excitement. Raise eyebrows? Check. Arrange the lips just right? Check. "Oh my god, where is he taking you!?" I already know it's going to be similar to the answers before.
"A football game, it will be sooo fun," she says.
I digest this, yes it's the same as the others: hiking, action movies, gaming arcade.
"You hate sports," I say.
She tilts her head in thought, here it comes. "I know, but he wanted to go."
Criminal thoughts...Today I woke and saw my window as every morning...Criminal thoughts... in Free Verse More Like This
The same sky was outside, the same houses, the same people...
Yet the feeling inside me was slighty different...
I have a beating heart... that sometimes wants to bleed so hard...
I have my love far away from my touch...
The sadness aproacches me and I feel depress...
I see my sky once more, with this bleeding feelings of love all around me, and I think...
How lucky I am...
Somehow I see the world being full of art, so pretty, yet so open...
I feel free even when I feel that my hearts travels millions of miles to be right were it wants...
I feel so alive...
Everything inspires me, from the tick rain, to the burning sky, because I see the world as an open door...
Chances to have fun, chances to make love. chances to hold on...
Even when I cry I can feel the art coming trought my heart...
The fear of losing the love inside my heart gets lost when I see his pretty eyes and hear his beatiful voice...
I know I love him.. I know I miss him..
Bipolar LoveWhen I think of you I feel so happyBipolar Love in Free Verse More Like This
I feel so alive
I feel like I can change the world with my bare hand
When I see you standing there my heart flies
My heart feels complete
feels happy again
When I talk to you I feel fine
But then I remember you aren't mine
Then it all comes back
The pain of knowing you belong to her
You smile because of someone else
Then I want to cry
Then I cant hide
All the hurt that buries deep inside my heart
Then you say you want to see me
Then you ask where I was
And my mind starts to fly
starts to wonder and I laugh
I feel so happy
The thought of seen you again makes me feel so great
The dream of watching again
Your pretty eyes and lovely smile
But then I remember
I remember you are only a friend
You don't love me
You don't care
that is when my heart hits reality and dies again
That is when I remember that you are never here and you never will
This bipolar love I feel inside makes me feel alive
Makes me want to die
Makes my heart melt and cry
+A Lover+a lover Pained+A Lover+ in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a lover Hurt
a lover Saddened-
a lover Curt.
a lover Stained
a lover Lied
a lover Sent To-
a lover Cried.
a lover Trained
a lover Bored
a lover Let Go-
a lover Stored.
a lover Tainted
a lover Tried
a lover Scorned-
a lover Died.
oNly Bluecloud pink,oNly Blue in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
what are these Lies that pass my ears,
these Silent words that bring me Tears.
Collecting slowly though the years,
Stopping all my gears.
from moving forward Unto the new,
clear skies of no crimson, oNly Blue.
It Was MeIt was me you never recognized,It Was Me in Free Verse More Like This
never once looked me in the eyes.
Until one of your friends pointed me out.
It was me who was never first place,
not even last.
Until a little birdie whispered to you my past.
It was me that always loved you,
but you never loved me back.
Until one of your girlfriends told you to pack -
all your bags and leave.
It was me you came running to,
when nobody wanted you.
Until you found somebody else - somebody new.
It was me who was never good with words,
yet you always knew - exactly what to say.
Until one day I found my wings -
And from you I flew away.
aIMLESSwith you I walk,aIMLESS in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
bellow the trees.
along shallow seas.
you tell me you 'have to',
I say 'you don't'.
you tell me to 'let go',
and I say 'I won't'.
'Come here! Go there!'
is what you said.
and now you say Stay,
asthough I am your pet.
in the end you left anyway
leaving me with,'I had no choice.'
tell me, My Darling ::::
since when did You have no voice?