bLindThe wind carries meaning. As it picks up, reach your branches into it. Let it's force cause you to sway. Shed your dead leaves until there is nothing left. Keep rising up into the sky, and keep digging those roots deeper. Float on a sea of whatever it is that it may be, flying so free, in your mind completely blind to see the sight of things...
Some people swerve through life wearing thin spots into their souls while trying to suck the souls out of others. Eventually, this will rest on their conscience. The rest of the world will look like an angry mob coming for them. If you gamble with the devil, you will lose every time.
Careless souls suffer. Whether it be a sign of a new day or just a passage of time, what you harness has the ability to pick things up, to possess your soul with light. So is the plight of the being.
Shooting Stars Aim For The Heart-Dear Father TimeShooting Stars Aim For The Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Don't mind to rewind
To a purer part
Of an end with no start
To a time without rhyme
Being guilty without crime
To a time without rhyme
To a time without chime
With no repetition
To a time without time
With no sublimination
And elimination without justification
To when peace came in rations
When land was the ocean's corruption
And when floods were solutions
When our dreams meant absolution
-Yours truly, The World
Oh May This Cloud Never RipWhat is this? No lonely, no need for mind?Oh May This Cloud Never Rip in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where am I? A dream, a heart-bound bind?
It's both breathless and breathful, wild and kind.
Stress forgotten, no need for remind.
Truly unreal, for i feel the sting
of this mild pinch and i hear a sing.
Is it the crows abroad with aching wing?
They scream harsh words, with screeching ring.
"A dream! A dream! Ignorant sense.
All fiction and blank, these ladies and gents'.
You dream! You dream! of false resents.
Your so miniscule, weak, for a mind so immense."
A pop, a crash, a crumble, and rip.
A hope now lost, I begin my trip
back down to Earth where my body let slip,
so given to me a teased kiss on the lip.
I Don't Even Know Where To BeginI don't even know where to beginI Don't Even Know Where To Begin in Free Verse More Like This
Shall I start with your hobbies
Or where you've been?
What's your middle name
And what's your favorite sin?
The list goes on forever
And I don't even know where to begin.
Do you like long walks in the park
And day dreaming in the dark?
Do you pass love notes in class
Or do you carve them in tree bark?
There's so much I want to know
And I don't even know where to begin.
So let's start with what I know...
I know you rock, and I know you roll
I know you're shy, not afraid to cry
And I know your heart
Is as pure as your soul.
You're as infinite as the sun
And I've only just begun
Step 1- Give her love that weighs a ton
Step 2- Just follow Step 1
Do you believe that
Love at first sight
Can be as quick as a hit-n-run?
Step 1 is just the beginning
Because I've only just begun.
So i've found out where to begin
It begins with you and a cute little grin
Sitting next to me under a starlit night
Because every loss streak ends with a win
So if you ask me
A Word or Two for the Girl I LoveYou,A Word or Two for the Girl I Love in Free Verse More Like This
More captivating than the midnight moon
have made me happier than I've been in years,
Lost for ever so long, you've walked me through this maze,
you've banished my doubts and fears,
With a love that is anything but wrong,
let our love song sing on through tears,
Because every morning,
of every day,
are the reason my sun appears.
I Love You Babe <3
Exposed Flaws and Personal HellsTeeth clenching and eyes burningExposed Flaws and Personal Hells in Free Verse More Like This
My body frozen and stomach churning
I pull at my hair, I confess to a wall
Shove these pills down my throat to erase it all
Doesn't work (it never does) Only breaks down the thought
Of the world severing my limbs and leaving me to rot
But I suppose, instead, I can go back to my corner
And make you all see what's beneath all this torn fur
Am I such an utter failure
That I have to constantly be rebound
By the mistakes that I have made
That I wish could be rewound
Well go ahead and expose my flaws
Turn this boiling blood to tar
Because you call me narrow-minded
But oh my, how wrong you are
I've never heard of being remembered
for thinking like everyone else
So stop telling me who to be like
We all have out little personal hells
Yet again, another mistake has been made
Once again, it's been shoved in my face
Still again, you crave to be obeyed
And again, with these false accusations in place
I've spit out these words you've placed in my mouth
And have repla
A Thanks To All The People Who Enjoy My PoetryThank you for all the FavoritesA Thanks To All The People Who Enjoy My Poetry in Personal More Like This
And thank you for all the creative and thoughtful comments
conjured up by all your imaginative minds
I try to write as often as possible
and I'm sorry if there's ever a long break
when I publish nothing
But just remember that the longer it takes,
the better it's gonna be.
Thank you for all the support and motivation
Especially from you Bee
Live Life, Love Life, and Live to Love
The Woman of Lullaby GroveAs I feint into my slumber I see her.The Woman of Lullaby Grove in Free Verse More Like This
I see her dancing with no one but her shadow
and I only hoping to fill her loneliness.
"Why do you dance alone my dear?" I intrude only
to get no response.
"Far your beauty is the finest among this moonlit cloud,
is it not?"
And as again, silence lingers in the paralyzing breeze
So as not with words, but with action, I hesitantly
step into her ghost-like, dragging waltz.
And as we dance in harmony our distance grows
as she drifts, no, not walks
among the meadow of Lullaby Grove.
Just out of sight I call for her, I call for my moon
crashed down on Earth.
"My queen, my luminous queen, among the least
I must know your name."
I hear a swish in the glowng, untempered grass a step behind.
A sudden presence of despair coldly grabs my hand,
but not too tight, then fore-arm, and slowly began its way
crawling to my shoulder.
A whisper slithers in my ear,
"I am Death.
have you not heard of I?
You depict me as a beauty.
You see me as this, why?
Is death not of
UntitledSing yourslf a sorrowfull song to send your soul to sleepUntitled in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and cherish the chants that chase the chance that grants
the gloomy to weep.
Break the braces that bond the body to bend and
bring the new
then rally the wretched that wring the rhinestones and revive
the ressonant few.
Wind the whithered winches west with watch for
Set sail to solemn, sacred sound and surrender the sirens' sighs.
Deprive the vivid void of voice, but vow to vice
and cradle the crawling creature's crypts that flood in
Tally the ticks that terminate time to twine the
terrored and tame.
Break the skin, look deep within, and you'll
find an empty frame...
I Need The Need to Want to LoveI need the need to need whats neededI Need The Need to Want to Love in Free Verse More Like This
but what is needed? No! I want...
I want a love, i want the want to love.
I want what i love to want to be loved,
and i need a love to love.
So shal the love, love me?
And so is the need i want, be love?
If so, i need a love, and if so, the love need me.
For i need a love...
But does a love need me?
Woe is me, and the love i need.
Woe is the love that doesn't need me.
So do i need a love? Well does the love need me?
I Spy A Siren's LieI spy with my little eyeI Spy A Siren's Lie in Free Verse More Like This
A beautiful princess walking by
With a spying eye, I mumble a "Hi"
"Hi" she replies so shy, with sigh
She spoke the words of those above the sky
Saying "I've broken something, I cant deny.
I can use a mend if you dont mind."
She opened up her heart and let me inside
I took a look around where secrets reside
I stepped upon the tombs where past loves now lie
Her heart, then, locked closed and kept me inside
She spoke "Now I Have You Always, And Forever
You Are Mine."
After The RainAfter The RainAfter The Rain in Free Verse More Like This
Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me
Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end
And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell
To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all
A VisionA VisionA Vision in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Celibacy of thoughts
Hurts mind just like broken glass
From violated window panes
Makes sore feet bleed in extasy
When all the effort put into
Melting sand and cooling it
Is turned to waste
By just one kiss of
An eager stone
On a million perfect flaws
Of what once was
A single flawless perfection
Disturbed dreams dance
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleep
The Golden FeatherThe Golden FeatherThe Golden Feather in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Midsummer nights revive old tales
And magic long forgotten
Mayflies above the lake play scales
Clouds reflect fields of cotton
Cool soothing breeze tangles the hair
Of green carpets on meadows
Where butterflies and poppies share
Kisses nestled in shadows
So lightly, barely touching ground
There hand in hand walk lovers
Two hearts by velvet sunset crowned
Reign over fragile flowers
Like ancient phoenix earth is burned
Each evening in sun's tether
For us, fools, meant to crave and yearn
Stays love - a golden feather
The Blind Man DancingThe Blind Man DancingThe Blind Man Dancing in Free Verse More Like This
May smooth curves of your lips be the pillow
On that my soul can rest in peace
Warmed by your breath, the only thing to lean on
When our human days run out of sun
In streets of town now emptied by cold drizzle
I saw there dancing a blind man
Who compared creator to narrator
And turned my longings into snowflakes
Sitting themselves down on shoulders of us both
Now closer to each other than ever, forever apart
Like dreams those came true long ago
Still haunting what is left of us after they left
Maybe he's right that love is born of decay
For sometimes it is nothing more
And still we keep it in our inner pockets
As "nothing more" is more than nothing; well, is it?
He said that he was frightened of my beauty
And he's the only one whose words are true
For what his orbs didn't see they cannot forget
He smiled and vanished in the wind which now I am dancing in
Abysmal InfinityAbysmal InfinityAbysmal Infinity in Free Verse More Like This
Night - for moth an opportunity
Close to abysmal infinity
Knows quite too well
About the swell
Of souls knocking at gates of hell
To trade their singularity
For any kind of quality
Of human spell
"Love" you might tell
Where lonely ones in couples dwell
For moments of eternity
In halls of tainted clarity
'Till sounds the knell
And poisonous smell
Of thorns helps rose's passion quell
What Men Must DoWhat Men Must DoWhat Men Must Do in Free Verse More Like This
Our love profane will make you pay
For every note of laughter
Greedy for saliva and sweat
Eventually your tears
Born to circulate in fountains
Where after climax follows downfall
Splashing on little Cupids
Who keep pulling on their devilish tails
Lies taste so sweet sliding along
The tongue teasing your ears
Although they are just remakes
Of songs you've heard before
Deliver music to fellow men
And women for that matter
Kisses profound like a merry-go-round
Shall haunt you in your sleep
While half-burned words on pages blank
Fill fireplace with weep
My lonely grieving hands there delve
Smudge ashes on cold lips
In sad outdated love letters
Memories die and burn
Me, like all other men, for life,
I am sentenced to yearn
Charcoal NymphCharcoal NymphCharcoal Nymph in Free Verse More Like This
Last night I saw no stars
Only dreams those whipped
The canvas of my bedsheets
Eagerly like sugarcane
They say heavenly lanterns
Upon sinners do not shine
But don't my lips pray fervently
To your lips every night?
There's a thin line between
Damnation and salvation
And it feels strangely tempting
To dance across it blindfolded
Dressed in just faith
In that your heart is true
I'm condemned, bareheaded
And longing for you
A pagan nymph
From ancient wise books
No good for your prophets
An angel for you
With purest charcoal
You've drawn wings on my back
For your passion's painted
With red and black
A Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's Psalm in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His features shows me every face
I meet in crowd of empty space
Long ago I have lost control
Merciful devil, bless my soul
My eyes give his figure a smack
Leaving stigmata on his back
Draw him nearer's my only goal
Merciful devil, bless my soul
Darkest night to me reveals trace
To Lune's cold silver ears I howl
Deliver him to my embrace!
Merciful devil, bless my soul
Here I stand, hailing deities black
Begging them to hallow my prowl
Make him mine, let me meet my rack
Merciful devil, bless my soul
The JourneyThe JourneyThe Journey in Free Verse More Like This
Two cans and a string
Weigh so much more
Than words and beads
And sunlit backyard -
- Sea full of sharks
And pirate ships
And mermaid that so rarely dips
Her beauty into stormy waves
A rocking horse
Will ever gallop a lot faster
Than the wildest of buffalos
And maybe even wind itself -
- Carrying smoke signals
And poisoned arrows
Along with battle cries
Of sons of tomahawk
Two chairs and blanket
From my bed
The safest home
We ever had -
- An impregnable fortress
Castle with feather walls
Made for one princess
And one knight
Bubbles are diamonds
Fed by breath
And if we like
We can grow wings
While planning journey
Beyond our street
Where magic ends
Vanilla CranesVanilla CranesVanilla Cranes in Free Verse More Like This
The light of day cuts pretty masks
Out of stuff way too colourful
And glues them on faces of men
Who then stomp chessboard with their feet
In brothels red lanterns do shine
Gates there kept open, welcoming
Children to find their way back home
To the tower of Babylon
Pockets and wallets resonate
With choirs and gospels of the change
Dreaming of freedom and revenge
Who lives by coin, by coin shall die
You ask me "Why do birds have wings,
When sons of mortal men can fly...?"
I guess we humans aim too high
Before sun laughs us in the face
So is there any happy place
Except for our enchanted realm
Where love with smallest ray of hope
Warms time through magnifying glass?
Here kisses taste like vanilla
Sprinkled all over coffee beans;
If we fold enough paper cranes
Do you think we can save the world?
FrenemiesEmily: I don't try and hurt you because I can if that were true, this would all be so much easier. No, I don't make you cry because I want you to...But because I don't want to. Everyday there's another standard put up, a new bar set lower in a game of limbo where the bar might as well be two inches from the floor. But the bar is also higher, not one of a game but of expectations! My parents treat me like a dog, telling me what to do is like teaching me a new trick and if I try to run away they hold me back and yell, "Heel!" and as much as I try and break away the leash gets tighter and tighter with each pull. I'm sorry I'm going off, ranting on. I don't know what else to tell you. Maybe one day we can be friends, going behind the scenes and being nice but being ugly to each other's faces. But either way, we'll always just be frenemiesFrenemies in Drama More Like This
Frank's MonologueFRANK: What's happening to me? Why do I feel so strong, so free, so (pauses, takes out pills and looks at them) happy no! (Throws down the pills) These are but just a prescribed opium, a hallucinogen on reality they blind me from the truth, which has NEVER been clearer, NEVER been more brilliant, NEVER been this enjoyable but is the truth worth it? (Takes out the engagement ring) To know how I truly feel about something? (picks up the pills) For the truth, that hurts my beloved but sets me free, or for the suppressor that calms me down, pins me up against the wall of my mind, and allows me to go through life without questioning but, wait. Am I questioning now? (Calls out) You hear me father? Are you listening? The alpha and the omega, the lord of all lords, the fucking hater-creator can you feel it? When one of your children bleeds for you? CFrank's Monologue in Drama More Like This
On My MindYou've been on my mind for quite some timeOn My Mind in Free Verse More Like This
And I really can't do anything about it.
I watch you go through life day by day ,
You never knowing that all of what you do I love it.
You smile at me,my life's complete as sad as it sounds,I can't avoid it.
You talk to me my heart it beats,I'm unable to slow it.
I don't know why,but you make me smile
and that's why I love you,
and that's the end of it.
MirrorsWhen you look in the mirrorMirrors in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Just say to yourself,
"I am nothing like the rest of them
I am no ones friend"
They try to tell you,over and over again,
That you're pretty too,But
You'll never believe them,
But that non-sense is true,
Honestly,they look plastic and fake
In your mind,that screams perfection.
While you are real and you have your
Tell me why does beauty matter?
So much to you?
Its all societies fault
It is completely screwed
What happened to having brains?
To having a genuine heart?
What matters is more all
Beauty and glamour galore
But one bit of advice I give to you
Look in the mirror,
And admit it's true,
You're better than them all,
You're beautiful too.
I've changedWhen I was three years younger I was a completely different person,I've changed in Free Verse More Like This
The person you met for the first time,
Was a confused child,who hadn't figured out how to grow up yet.
She was someone who said I love you to pretty much any guy who looked her in the eye for longer than five seconds.
I was naive, I thought everything happened like they did in the movies.
Oh was I wrong!
I had a bad experience back then, my mind shut down my heart took over.
I was broken hearted by a guy who really didn't deserve it,
A girl he'd known for a few weeks,who he hardly spoke to,tell him she loves him.
After that night something,changed.
My hope in love decended, I am now more careful with my heart and who I give it to.
I think things over,which I hate,because even that way things get messed up!
But I know what I'm doing now.
I know what I'm feeling,I'm not stupid with my heart anymore.
I've liked many guys since then,
only for about a week or two,
But none of them have given me the feelings you do.
Piece of PaperPlease tell me the truth,Piece of Paper in Free Verse More Like This
If you can't speak it , write it.
I need to know.
I love you now not later,
There is no doubt.
I remember everything,
This is so cruel.
Your voice is trembling.
I'll tell you a thousand times.
I love you.
Come on I'm listening.
I read between the lines of your written piece.
"I love you forever"
I thought I was ready to leave,
Emotional wreck isn't my best personal trait.
You left with her,
still holding my heart not caring.
I have the piece of paper.
I walk up to you a year later.
I show it to you.
You tell me you meant it.
But you're written words weren't cement.
After Some TimeAfter a while you learn the difference between holding someones hand and chaining to someones soul,you learn love doesn't mean leaning on someone and company doesn't mean you have security from the world.After Some Time in Free Verse More Like This
You begin to learn that when your kissed its not a contract to a person and if they give you presents they aren't promises to you or anyone, you begin to accept your all defeats with your head held up high and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child,no tears and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans. So I'm telling you now to plant your own garden and decorate your own soul with everything you are, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.You learn that you really can endure anything, that you really are incredibly strong, and you really are worth the world.
HopeToday, I made a list for you.Hope in Free Verse More Like This
A list for me,
To help me to figure out if it's worth waiting for you.
I sat for about an hour thinking of all the good things about you.
The bad things about you.
The first the clear winner.
I re-made this list and tried to get rid of all my feelings for about five or ten.
The first still won.
Your kind,Your sweet,
Your eyes are the most beautiful things I have ever seen,
You make me laugh,Your laugh,Your smile.
I know I will probably never get someone like you,
I mean come on, your amazing, what would you do with a girl like me?
I hope you prove me wrong.
Maybe I'll get the courage one day?
Maybe you'll tell me first.
I can only hope.
One PersonHave you ever had that one person,One Person in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
who you don't talk to much but you'd risk your own life for them?
Someone who you can not speak to for ten years and when you do it's like the last time
you both spoke to each other was just yesterday?
He's my best friend, and I'd do anything for him.
I love him to pieces more than he'll ever know.
I'm so comfortable around him it's unspeakable.
My feelings for him, they are also unspeakable.
Theres a large distance between us and when we're near each other,
She being his ex,who doesn't give me a chance to be near him.
Have you ever had that one person, that one friend that your oh so close to,
That you love with all your heart.But you know deep down they may never be yours?
And I hate it.
Swept awayShe was promised a true love story,Swept away in Free Verse More Like This
A boy who would sweep her off her feet,
Instead she was given a broken heart,
She was kicked to the ground.
She dreams of the perfect guy,
And how they met.
He started off perfect,
but now he's just a mess.
She thought she could help him,
Take him from the darkness,
He got angry and left her once again.
Somewhere,somehow,he had revelations,
He broke down crying,after realising what he had done.
He'd left the only girl who ever loved him through thick and thin.
He ran and ran back to the apartement where they lived.
It was quiet,the tap dripping slowly.
He calls out her name,he gets no reply.
He sits on the chair and takes out a drink.
He takes large gulps to ease the pain.
He hears footsteps,
He stands up and runs towards the door,
He opens it,and there she stands,
Tears in her eyes from sadness and happiness,
She thought she'd lost him,
Lost him forever,
But he can't hide from love,
He couldn't live without her.
Something We All WantWe all want love,Something We All Want in Free Verse More Like This
I can't pretend that I don't want it,
If I did I'd be lying to myself.
We all want something,
We all need something to live for,
We need a reason.
We all want a one and only.
None of us want to be alone.
We all want the same thing, lets admit it.
I can close my eyes and try to talk to my heart,
But it never works,
I want that one thing I currently can't have.
We all want someone to hold,
We all want someone to be there when it gets cold.
We all want love,lets admit it.
Waterfall HopeIts inner and outer beauty are one,Waterfall Hope in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and it wakes up my eyes to see,
for me and others, that so are ours.
Only I'm not yet strong enough to let that truth
completely enter in where it should and bloom from there,
yet it still makes me smile,
and so many things start with a smile.
I imagine it has stored up so many blown kisses;
I imagine the light of our love for it
gives it more light than the sun.
When it's going down
it's like a million diamonds
acting like children,
running frantically everywhere,
with an extra helping of innocence and joy on top.
The lights have turned off,
as they often do,
but then comes that honest spark
giving me a helping hand,
touching so tenderly without trying,
and showing me that hand choking the life out me,
it all is vividly clear,
and I put my hand down,
and start anew.
It's not on magazines;
it doesn't wear make-up,
but it's perfection,
and a gift to almost all the senses.
A waterfall proves there's beauty even when you fall.
Blank CanvasShe looks so prettyBlank Canvas in Free Verse More Like This
in the sun rays of a blessed afternoon.
The breeze has a soft touch
on her skin of flawlessness.
Her voice is a Mozart sonata,
and for her the word perfect is an understatement.
We need sunglasses for the height of her radiance.
No one will look away;
she's cursed to be in the gaze of thousands.
But then my heart falls when I wake up from that dream.
Yes, none of that was real,
and pretending it is
I must change.
I turn the pages of my diary,
in hopes that writing in it will be
like a purification,
to everything that is within that I want to be without.
What I then wish for is to go on as myself,
and to see everything and everyone,
not with rose colored glasses,
but just as something with value;
in a word the truth.
The true beauty of life
is being who you are,
and being happy with who you are,
also to smile and mean it,
so smile and be your own sunshine.
Honesty Blows Her HairShe is Spring's first bloom;Honesty Blows Her Hair in Free Verse More Like This
She fills any dried out river
with her smile;
She is every wish made on a shooting star.
You can't help but feel your heart
in your chest in the presence of her.
She'll take your gray and make a rainbow.
Her delicate hands will always touch you
with every ounce of her love,
and bring out your ever fair orchid
A kiss from her gives you wings
to fly from your troubles,
and fly above the clouds when they
cover the moon.
You've never seen a rose
like the one in her hands.
You've seen beauty, but never
felt it like the one from her soul.
Has anyone ever explored the worlds
in her eyes?
She'd gladly let you in.
For her, the sky rains love;
the oceans of stars ignite,
and hate collapses.
At the start of your pain;
when you even think about abandoning
hope, you'll see her shining in the sun,
while honesty blows her hair.
A Piano Song Love gracefully grows in the meadows of our hearts,A Piano Song in Free Verse More Like This
showing us our gold is in reach.
So dance in the heavens of never giving in.
In the dawning sky, I see something more,
like a door to open,
but what lies inside?
Hopefully not anything that leads to a
but something that will take me,
while I never look back,
to a place where I can open my eyes
and take a breath
knowing that finally that part of me I've been fighting is gone―
not temporarily―forever more.
And all my days I live as peaceful and pure
and my heart a freshly watered garden.
I'll never take a step backwards again,
except for when it's time to go,
but there's something so beautiful
that I can't take my eyes off of it.
There are new flowers to behold,
inside of you;
their spring is your smile
Sadness blinds you,
of not only sunshine, but also of the truth.
We've all had it, or have it, or will have it,
but don't stop there.
We kill ourselves everyday
with problems we look at
Three Days Worth of Full MoonShe's just up there looking pretty as usual while you're unable to avert your gaze. I know how it must feel to be caged by such a sight as her and I tell you, you might not even notice, but tomorrow she'll still be there.Three Days Worth of Full Moon in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Count your constelations all you like, but she'll always be the only one who could woo you like that. I know how it must be hard being under her spell, I should tell you it feels like drinking tankards and tankards of ale. And just like the hangover that follows any good drink, tomorrow, she'll be there.
And here we are at someone else's loft and you urging me to look at her soft cool face. But something else caught my eye and it's kinda funny how you aren't aware of how rare a sight it is. And I tell you, you might not even notice, that tomorrow she'll still be there, but right now, I'm fixated on you.
Play. Pause. Play. Rewind.Fast forward to the part where our lips make history. Slow down baby, "eat all your vegetables and maybe you'll get dessert", we've got the rest of our lives to play this little scene. Yes I meant this part where it's R18, but who the fuck cares 'cuase, baby, it's just you and me.Play. Pause. Play. Rewind. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Play. Pause. Play.
Swaying to this beautiful soundtrack to a backdrop of black and white. Giants made of concrete and glass panes with trains in between; backtracking like a broken record skipping grooves. Cut. Cut. CUT! What a horrible take. You color the canvas while I sett the paint. This is...
Like the smell of sex it both feeds and keeps the ache at bay. Baby you're too far away, but Christ the lord, the way to touch me... Touch you... Touch me... That little slide between valleys on streams of perspiration. The soft snow-like smoothness of your skin upon my deft fingers. The feeling lingers.
Play. Skip. Play. Skip.
Fast forward to the part where those lips part... Rewind. Your lips. Deft fing
ORPHEUSWhat with this wicked woe doORPHEUS in Free Verse More Like This
I wax and wane like one so
blue, company only to
a wayward night
With what way by which
I go winding wearily warily
away from wasting time
searching for home
Would that i knew where
and how a wandering soul so
alone finds something most certainly
I don't know
What with this wicked woe do
I wither away like one so
blue, black like ash
white like light
anonymous.i don't really knowanonymous. in Free Verse More Like This
how i got here.
it's all a blur
from the time i
was able to think
about who i
i never got why i'm
why i don't know
how to be
my exterior may
but i sure don't
i've been gone
for a really long time.
it's not me that
they see when they
that I pretend to
it's my vacated
carcass that is already
hollow and sad.
every trivial thought i
have echoes and
bounces off the
walls of my shell.
i'm just a poster child
for the underdog in all
of us losers.
i'm not a poser,
i'm just trying to get by
without getting hurt.
it's a novel idea
if you think real hard.
i guess i'm a cadaver.
i'm only a figment
i created this
sense of being tough
so people would give
me more respect.
but it backfired
a girl who begs
for someone to
to be honest,
my existence isn't
none of ours is.
we're just here
Letters To GodThere's a difference between darkness and nothingness. Darkness is being a temporary resident of rock bottom, a shadowy state of melancholy that's only motivated by the fact that you can only go up from there. Dark can be converted to light, slowly but surely, so that we have a glimmer of hope. Nothingness? It's being totally numb to the reality surrounding you. It can only be reversed if you put your entire soul into making something out of nothing. Trust me, I would know.Letters To God in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I didn't have a bad home life. In fact, my family was one of the strongest I had known at the time. I got reasonably good grades, barely ever faltering on an exam. I even had a few people I called my friends, who I thought would stick with me for the longest while. That was when I, an eleven year old girl whose parents sheltered her as well as they could, was introduced to the online universe of cyber-bullying. Soon, after my peers put up this façade of courage on the Internet, the assumed culprits began to bri
Inspirational Haiku- Just For YouDon't cry, my darling.Inspirational Haiku- Just For You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Didn't anyone say that
You are beautiful?
Don't shed a tear, sweet.
Their opinions mean nothing.
You are just perfect.
Don't let them win, love.
You are stronger than they are.
Don't quit the race, dear.
You're new and improved, winning
Is just a title.
Don't give up, starshine.
You're only as stellar as
You believe you are.
Don't shy from the light.
Shine as bright as your soul can.
Nothing's stopping you.
The world is for you.
Make of it what you want to,
I'll always be here.
Look At My Palms, They Shake Like My Current WorldMy veins? They bleed ink,Look At My Palms, They Shake Like My Current World in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thick, black, translucent blood.
The flowing won't stop.
Sometimes, I worry
My oxygen intake will
Falter and shut down.
I have night terrors
And wake up suffocating,
Sleep? A luxury.
I can't afford to waste it
Once I'm getting it.
Over in my world of sad,
There's too much pressure.
It's caving into me, my
Lungs and cavity.
Anymore, a cadaver
Behind curls of my dead skin.
By imagination, time
Is just an object.
Why should I follow
When I can barely keep my
Own head from falling?
Dear Valentine: To A Person I've Yet To EncounterI know life is beautiful,Dear Valentine: To A Person I've Yet To Encounter in Free Verse More Like This
Lead me to my castle.
Yet, I keep feeling like
In this world of injustice,
And lives lost, I should
Be thankful for what I've got.
Love comes naturally,
Not on command like someone's
Pet, I've actually got some
Self respect, I doubt
Any other girl sees it that way.
Does it hurt a little? Sure.
When I walk through the
Hallways and all the other girls
Have flowers, people assume
I'm just independent,
They think to themselves.
I have this persona
Of being one of the shyest,
Quirkiest, most closed-off
Of all the people I know.
I'm not trying.
It's just how I am.
I don't know how to function,
For lack of a better term,
And I'm awkward,
Gangly and strange,
I embrace it, my eccentricity
Is what keeps me going,
My electricity, I've yet to meet
Someone who works like I do.
Maybe I have and I don't know it.
Maybe they're just as
Shy and quirky and closed off as I,
I am too quiet around people
your eyes shouldn't make me choke on my heart.i never really likedyour eyes shouldn't make me choke on my heart. in Free Verse More Like This
making eye contact.
i was never fond of having
my soul bore into by
twenty-something pairs of orbs
in the audience.
but it's a lot different
when it's only one person.
i was always shy.
you even told me i was
timid, that i appeared
too quiet, i should be
more social, you said.
your eyes are so breathtaking.
they're nothing special,
just normal hazel eyes,
they're just expressive.
your eyes have so much emotion,
potential brewing inside, tears
never seem to be released
because your eyes are always
glassy and gleeful, i'm glad
that you're happy.
i used to light up
every time i locked glances
with those eyes, my heart
would nearly skip a beat
in excitement, but now?
now, every time i lock glances
with you, you look for all of
three seconds, then turn away
like i'm just that ugly,
do i look diseased to you?
am i that unimportant that you
feel like you have the
audacity to not even grant me
the common courtesy to smile
when i see you staring?
i know you
you're the only teardrop where the raindrops fall.i wish you could eraseyou're the only teardrop where the raindrops fall. in Free Verse More Like This
your past because if you
could, i'd take a big ol'
swipe at mine.
i wish i could get rid of
all the mistakes i made
and all the things i did
and all the people i hurt.
i didn't hurt anyone.
that was you.
as much as i tried
to keep it alive inside
of me, i still fell
to tendencies of self-
loathing and self-
hatred and no self-
esteem, esteemed are
the colleagues who tell
you to hang in there
because you'll prevail, but
is it really
do you think i regret
all the things i've done?
yes.but do i regret
you? no. you're the reason
my eyes are open, i had
a hazy view of the world
and once i got all
the tears out i could
see clearly, if it weren't
for you i'd still be
on that same ol' track
of falling for terrible
people i know will
for the amount of pain
i relapse in,
i'm glad the puddles are
filled not with blood,
but the rain.
magic and blasphemy are just as good as kisses.this is the momentmagic and blasphemy are just as good as kisses. in Free Verse More Like This
in which you stand alone,
wondering. there you
are, creased layers of
flowering silk and a draping
scarf in the pallor of
pastel pink, a necklace dangled
low on your demure neck, weighed
down because of your petiteness,
silhouetted with sanguine eyes
and drooping smile, your
straw-colored hair lays so
effortlessly braided like an
introverted version of a
modern laura ingalls.
why are you so beautiful,
and why do you not know?
every interlocking glance
of glowering hazel orbs
in your sweet porcelain
flesh, teardrops never
seem to stain that
gorgeous milk-white skin.
your blithe demeanor is so
endearing, but you are
ever-changing, how is it
that you can flop so fast,
one second you are vicious
and the next you epitomize
affection. your embrace is
both forms of breathtaking,
the one that gives
you those horrid chills
from being held too tight
and one where there's so
much warmth that you
don't ever want to let go.
your fingertips are joyous
things, fiddling so often,
untitled.scatter me.untitled. in Free Verse More Like This
things would be
bleed me out.
lead me on.
let me shout,
refuse to fawn
you put a hex
on me, i let
you get the
me, i digress.
i'd rather be
reliving my life,
than rewinding it
watch it play
like the most
what this has
meant to me,
you've taken it
away from me,
hands, i can't
believe this is
clap my palms
heart, this is
my art piece.
the factor of
that gives us
but the numbers
when two and
fit, my mind
is open to a
because of the
you can't use
if you're trying
to form an
that i'm shallow,
let this divide
be the reason
that i'm always
myself but not
to the girl with the purple-framed glasses.for your own safety, youto the girl with the purple-framed glasses. in Free Verse More Like This
will go unnamed, as i
write this anecdote
about how you once were
my best friend, inseparable.
that's what we were.
this is to the girl with the
purple-framed glasses, with the
frame too slender to be considered
normal and the personality
just too damn sporadic to be
referred to as sane.
this is to the girl with the
bouncy curls that were never
brushed and the outfits that
never quite matched, the one
who was my shoulder to cry
on, who cried on my shoulder.
you were my hero.
i looked up to you, damn it,
i loved you, but now--
where's it all gone, wasted?
did it move away with
you, yes, you with the
purple-framed glasses, lenses
that weren't even prescription.
were you just too cool to hang
around with the girl who
was always there for you to rely
on, your voice. it drives me
crazy. not in the creepy, obsessive
way, not in the hate beyond
human capacity way, the way in which
i know how alone i am when you're
not here and i know how smothered i
am when you are, i
AcheIt comes and goesAche in Free Verse More Like This
like an unwelcome houseguest,
leaving me with messes I don't need,
and it never shuts the door
to keep the cold out.
I tried shutting off the lights
and closing the blinds,
twisting the key in the padlock
and boarding the windows,
but as long as light can
seep through the cracks,
this shadow will follow
and dig its fingers into my shoulders.
I bruise easily, it knows,
and it revels in watching
me shift in discomfort
while it grips me.
Like a ghost,
it won't let go.
Burning HeartWe built a beautiful pyre,Burning Heart in Free Verse More Like This
and in my heart,
I'm holding your hand as it burns.
The sparks could become the stars,
jewels in Orion's belt.
I'd lace my fingers through yours
in a final act of faith
while we stare down the smoke
cradling the moon,
and each piece of kindling
that crumbles in on itself
leaves me a little less broken.
The light flickers,
so do the corners of your lips.
We needed this.
HeavyWhen you let me goHeavy in Free Verse More Like This
by the side of the road,
please remember the string
that you tied to my soul.
I'm the balloon you inflated
just to let go;
the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Why'd you have to cut this
the thin wire trailing
from my heartbeat to yours?
Remember the science of
the desolate sky,
because the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Blink and You'll Miss ItThe wind reminds me ofBlink and You'll Miss It in Free Verse More Like This
the empty space to my left,
which I swear you filled
only minutes ago.
But if I rested my hand
where you were sitting,
it would be just as cold as
the realization that you're gone.
It's Not Coming BackAnd he was the voiceless, unforgiving wind.It's Not Coming Back in Free Verse More Like This
She screamed to his back while he forgot her name,
and each step he took into the sun
was met by the setting of hers.
It's a cold night where she stands,
and she coughs on the frost in her lungs,
choking on the memory of last night's air.
She mourns the death of yesterday
through nostalgic eyes,
and like a child, declares it's only sleeping.
StuckYour empty gaze was the crack in the road,Stuck in Free Verse More Like This
staring past the pool colored
almost the same shade as last summer's paint job
meant to cover up the scratches
you left on the passenger door
when you were one tequila past sober.
I am a fly trapped in this spiderweb crack
that catches the blue-red urgency of
midnight sirens that you summoned without speaking.
They can't drown out the soundtrack
of our last sixteen seconds,
all caught in my head as if to prove
I don't want it there.
You looked up from letting your fingers linger
on the radio dial when your song came on,
laughing about how it reminded you of cotton candy
and your first boyfriend's cologne,
when your summer eyes caught the headlights,
like stained glass in full sun,
and all you could say was
You always talked about how
if you had three wishes you'd spend one on flying,
but I don't think this is what you meant.
I still have dreams about you telling me
the experience wasn't worth it.
I still reach for telephone to tell you
Love is a BattlefieldI wonder if this is how a landmine feelsLove is a Battlefield in Free Verse More Like This
Is there that same metallic exhilaration?
Does the shrapnel twist into a grin,
false as the leaden skin that coats
its ticking spine?
Oh, but if only it had a backbone.
There's a countdown in your eyes
but we stare past each other
like shells in the dust.
I go off.
All my mind is a fireball,
and I see nothing but hollow wreckage.
I name it "past"
and move on,
our questions turned to casualties
in the twisting smoke.
And It Broke My HeartAnd it broke my heart,And It Broke My Heart in Free Verse More Like This
so I turned down all the pictures
and I tried to forget
where I put your necklace but
it's still reflected in the mirror,
lurking behind my jewelry box.
And it broke my heart
when I took the yearbook from the shelf
and stumbled on your picture
not so accidentally,
right before your scrawled
And how to regain composure
when turning down the sheets,
when lying on the bed,
while thinking of all the alternate worlds
where my hand is in your hand, but...
that's before I changed the pictures
and let tarnish choke that silver charm
and put the yearbook in the attic
next to the music that you wrote.
And, don't you know,
It felt so good
to spray my bed with my perfume;
to willfully forget
you ever smiled there.
I Drink to the ShatteredHere's to the half-hopes,I Drink to the Shattered in Free Verse More Like This
who lie shallow in their graves,
comatose, their pulse forgotten.
And here's to unrequited love;
impossible thoughts between heartbeats,
the burning pang that follows.
A nod to the empty dreams,
their ankles hobbled, improperly set.
They walk nowhere.
Silence to commemorate the lost cause;
That never leave the womb.
To the broken and sleepless,
inane and insane,
the clueless, the lonely,
the outcasts forgotten,
to you I raise my glass.
What Did I Do to Make You Leave?Part of my love will remainWhat Did I Do to Make You Leave? in Free Verse More Like This
like the family dog by its home,
Mournful eyes trained on the door,
its tail thumps at every movement
that could speak to hope--
the silent prayer that it was not left,
surely not sentenced to
being utterly unwanted.
If its eyes could water, spill over in sorrow,
The floor is cold in the lonely dark,
and the shadows of the moon
bring painful memories to the deserted;
an echo of warmth that once was known.
With a tired whine that stirs the dust,
it settles into half-hallucinations that
the branches pawing at the window are keys in a lock,
and it aches to be remembered and reclaimed.
It struggles to realize that
in the eyes of its owners old,
it outgrew their love and was
no longer wanted.
No amount of howling will bring them back.
Sleep.Sleep. Sleep, and dream.Sleep. in Free Verse More Like This
Dream the dreams of darkness, and know that the darkness is familiar.
It is the darkness that fills the hole in my soul, a black, endless void where life has no meaning.
It is the darkness of depression, and through circumstances beyond anyone's control, it has been passed on to you, as a burden to carry, to share with those who care the most, because together, all can lift it.
Dream. Dream, and sleep.
CatsJust the other day I was walkin down the streetCats in Free Fella More Like This
When I ran into a cat that didn't have enough to eat
Felt sorry for the fella, brought 'im back to my place
And when I showed 'im 'is house he scratched me in the face. :/
The cats own the humans not the other way around
All the humans appear when the cat makes a sound
"Feed him, pet him, what is it now?"
But humans don't speak Cat, they don't know how.
That gets annoying after a bit
and soon the cat starts to hiss and spit
And all the little humans go scampering away
To go back to whatever they do every day.
You don't own your cat, your cat owns you
No matter what you say or do.
MysterioThey say that he's invisible, and doesn't make a sound.Mysterio in Free Verse More Like This
They say that you can't find him unless he wants to be found.
They say he walks among us mortals every now and then
But soon enough he'll disappear, hidden once again.
They say that he can change his form, to anything at all.
They say that he can even phase right through a solid wall.
They say all of this and more, and most of it is true,
But there are still a few corrections that I must give to you
They say that he is heartless; that he doesn't laugh or cry;
That all he does both day and night is make the people die.
On those final rumors, I must strongly disagree
For what you have not realized is Mysterio is me.
I can't forget my mistakesTen years ago, I foundI can't forget my mistakes in Free Verse More Like This
A caterpillar on the ground.
I wish that I had left it alive
I didn't know, I was only five.
An inconsequential mistake it was,
But haunt me still today it does.
Library of Bad Puns book namesThe Wonderful World of Racing, by Willy Win and Betty WontLibrary of Bad Puns book names in Free Verse More Like This
The Benefits of Heavy Armor, by Nadsin Steele
Secrets of Battle Administration, by U. Stand, N. Bach, and B. Sayfe
Avoiding Ambushes, by I. C. Nada
Is Pessimism Contagious?, by Y. Trie
How to Build a Robot, by Anne Droide
I'm Fine, by Howard Yu
Improving your Reflexes, by Luke Owt
Gambling Odds, by Monty Carlos
Mensa Man, by Gene Yuss
Downpour!, by Wayne Dropps
Because I Said So, by Frank O. Pinyin
Tug of War, by Paul Hard
Caught by Surprise, by Omar Gosh
My Favorite Instrument, by Tom Bone
Disappearance, by Otto Site
Highway Travel, by Dusty Rhodes
Large Crowds, by Morris Merrier
Shut Up and Stop Arguing, by Xavier Breth
Get Moving, by Shiek Aleg
Armed Heists, by Robin Banks
Come On In, by Doris Open
no releasEim comin back as drastic as a relapse attack of a bad 'have to have it' habitno releasE in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you can't escape the fact that you can't shake it and thats the power of its magic
changin the earth up in this piece isnt worth the stress if there is to be no release
and loudmouths blabbering with their hands out is no reason for me to aim to please
so this shit MUST cease....... i live to believe that something has got to give
i'm convinced the definition directly relates to whether or not it is intuitive
but in its truest sense, there exists no questioning at all of any of this
and thats why i dont defend myself when it comes to any of this
the moral implications of hittin the floor will shake up the picture with more complex complications than ever before
you can not ignore the fact when it's in your face and you step back and then brace for impact cuz you taste it
its bitter, the burn of harsh reality vs. shards of broken fantasies will hardly bring back what is actually happening...
Rays of Madnessi throw my habits into the fireRays of Madness in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it's an uphill battle with bald tires
it's like driftin' off the roadside and slippin' into the gutter
when i smother my worries avoiding slumber
so no wonder i hurry so drastiC
then be actin' all like,
"i don't know what happened"
plastic bags of magic explodin' open
spraying rays of madness that we're smokin'
chokin' on broken pieces of our lives
hopin' we'll achieve somethin'
before we die--
Concern for the same old...it happens as it always happensConcern for the same old... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
meanwhile, the drastic double-back
they can't see where they are going
with no light, so they darkstep...
but if there is trouble in paradise
it's a major concern--
we all love sunny days
but everyone hates a sunburn...
it's the way they crash n' burn
that makes their face taste the
rugburn in a way that they make
sure no one else gets hurt...
and the shallow will pull you under,
so deep... take my word for it...
Absence of Soundso much can be said when so little is spokenAbsence of Sound in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you scream in my ears with your silent emotion
chokin' on the words swervin' back down into my gut
open the mouth to remove all doubt and the air gets cut
when i reflected back on the thought all i got was static
but saying too much can be tragic; silence is less problematic
automatically we assume the worst of thinGs.....
never realizing the unnecessary nervousness this brings
sure that we heard some things in the absence of sound
but venturing into that void will guarantee
you will never be found--
-an entire spinning rock of- in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
filled with people spilling the
contents of their heads
just so they can feel
their confused attempts get
there's no feeling in the feeling
and it infects them...
it's so intense, and they wonder
why it makes no sense
they wonder why it hurts to
breath, so they assume they're
drowning in this murky sea
and subconsciously deny them
that they will ever find
someone that can make
i crashthere is no justicei crash in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i learned that from the aftermath
life passes by in a flash no matter
how you dance this sacred dance
trippin' over these two left feet
thinkin' over and over again about
how i tend to lose certain things
i think the world must be evil
takin' away the things that matter the most
and denying me anything real
whats the fucking deal
like tsunami waves
and if you look into my face
not just at it
you will see genuine panic
one more drastiC upheaval to add
to the rest i can't handle
leaving me burnt out like a candle
its so dark and i'm blind, its not right
.... to be continued...?
one letteR-choose your words slyly, cuz it's whatever.one letteR in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it's one letter and it's better than never.
second-guessin' expressions can go on forever,
but only the clever can hold up in this endeavor....
-and if you cant handle the weather,
if you cant remember the rain bein' wetter,
drippin' onto the windows longer than
God meant for Mother Earth when he blessed her,
-just relax and sit back... first, reflect on some thinGs.
matter of fact, take a nap, get a restful nights sleep.
(thinking right completely blindsides when sleeping,
see, leading to discreetly finding real meaning....)
-common misconceptions aren't always the best to get;
if you can't follow the definition, don't swallow the rest of it.
the words will get hotter with the fire your confusion lit,
*but the burn doesn't bother if it was right to begin with... ←
head tripsclumsily synthetic, manufactured out of reasonshead trips in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that are somewhat pathetic... head trips, even
when no one suspects it, always tend to
affect their own reflection. don't miss this opportunity
to learn a Golden Lesson, and to adjust and make
corrections. be aware, talk right. don't waste any
time forming false ties, propagating lies, or having
to wear a disguise-
*real people can tell whats real by looking
into your eyes. to you, this should come as no
infinitely expanding Your head is the center of the universe, and in it you coexist...infinitely expanding in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You need to realize you don't need to know the meaning of
What i'm trying to say is: i think you get the gist...
You're not lost if all you see is smoke and mist.
Progressive thought can be used as a catalyst while *acting* as ignorant bliss. (Just like the hand acting as the wrist.)
Follow my LeadJust like a horse that won't drinkFollow my Lead in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You're a man that won't think
Livin' in someone else's dream
Complying to every single thing
You're wasting your own existence, see?
Are you even listening to me?
Cuz when i talk you don't blink
*You need to follow my lead.*
[you need to follow my lead]
[out of captivity]
[break free, shake yourself free]
[from those chains around your feet]
It's not the same everywhere you go
You don't have to do what you're told
Crooked people comin' at you actin' bold
Hold that poker face, don't you crack an fold
Don't you look down at the ground
Just put your fist to your chest and pound
Keep your chin up son and act proud
I'm here to save your mind, but we need to go NOW
[you need to follow my lead]
[out of captivity]
[break free, shake yourself free]