A VisionA Vision
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
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.
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.
Silence in an Empty BedAll parts of my soul are unbraided;Silence in an Empty Bed in Free Verse More Like This
I yearn for you.
In the softness of the evening,
by the stillness in the snowfall,
I hear your breathing
in an empty bed.
It's as if these fingers
twisted in my hair are yours,
though my own hand lies there,
I myself am knotted up in you,
these whispering sheets
your voice when I'm alone.
I close my eyes
to the darkness of the room,
imagining your scent on my pillow,
your lips on my shoulder,
how we would lay hip to hip.
I await the mornings
when you hiss at the cold of the floor on your feet,
eyes half open;
where we glow over breakfast
and speak in glances that drown out
the eight o'clock radio--
for we live in these moments when
our gazes turn the world the other way.
I won't live until you return.
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.
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.
The Half-Way PointWe had fallen together before;The Half-Way Point in Free Verse More Like This
into love and into sleep
and as I careened from
one consciousness to another
I heard you speak to me.
Your whispers tint my dreaming hours
with rosy kisses and a gentle touch.
And when I hurtle down
through starlight and through stinging clouds,
you catch me as I go.
Through a veil of halfway-dreaming,
I reached out and brushed the wall instead.
I thought you'd turned to stone
and shivering I dreamed you left me
living life alone.
So when I woke I read your words
to reassure me you were well,
and I calmed my trembling like
you would if you were here.
I constantly come to terms
that my soul's hand is holding yours
and find my solace there.
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
The DreamingDraw me into a five year kiss,The Dreaming in Free Verse More Like This
we are dreaming.
As reality crawls by the digital clock,
you are barely tangible--
though barely is better than nothing at all.
I am content in the six o'clock light
until you vanish behind my irises.
My eyes dilate in the dark,
and you are gone.
Willfully LostIn these whispering moments,Willfully Lost in Free Verse More Like This
I take your heart in mine
and hold it fast.
You make me forget
things like flower names
and cloud shapes,
where I came from
or why I'm going,
as my thoughts are filled with..
Every crack in the sidewalk
carries your name,
and the grass rustles soft your wishes
to tangle your fingers in my hair.
My breathing drops
like the autumn wind,
would that I could,
I would throw myself into it,
will myself towards your southwestern
your dusty mesas abutting
my mountains green.
AttachedI grew roots for my heartAttached in Free Verse More Like This
in every twisted chamber
Hitting the ground, deep down layers of earth
There, sleeps every vein I have
Heart Shape PetalsThe broken flower travelsHeart Shape Petals in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
From the green abyss to the corners of my eyes
Sits there, waits the heart shape petals
Your angel suffers, a dying bird on my cheek
On my palms he drew the map
Don't follow me , he said, my heart is your light
When the sun comes up again, throw the ashes
Where the broken flower lives, as it lives no more
Where words dance, each in a different dress
Take my heart from the book of prayers
And let the river of sadness pours into my eyes
Thank you for your love, my last miracles
Thank you for your love, where God's secret lies
Fields of Golden WheatMy fingers travel through your hair, fields of golden wheatFields of Golden Wheat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your lips have the taste of an ancient salty ocean
My childhood dreams of blue birds and their heartbeat
The delicate fragrance coming from eastern lands
The softness of a delighted soul and your sunlight
The black wings of a sad night and my heart in your hands
I listen to you, the language of birds, the mystery tone remains
I hide you, inside my eyelids, between the layers of my heart
Where you choose to live; mixed with every color in my veins
I am a PoetYou ask me who I am , where did I come fromI am a Poet in Free Verse More Like This
I say: I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words
My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation
I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret
I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill
I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world
The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers
The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow
I create my words from the tissue of my veins
I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids
I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines
My words move slowly between your palms, climb to your soul
To hug that poet, who sleeps between the chambers of your heart
When the world is mud, thorns and empty substance
I create my own, where the ground is basil and the walls are none
What a Woman WantsEvery single voice inside me is calling youWhat a Woman Wants in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every drop of blood, and every tear is asking for you
Every hill,and every twisted road on this body is begging you
Come to me, love me like love should be
Now it is all yours, taste it, smell it, just take it all
Nothing is usual my love, nothing you have seen before
This is us, what we have is nothing you knew before
Sail to my shores, I will wait for your ships
Get closer, ride me with your horses, with your swords
I need your deep voice and your cold blade on my hips
Come and kiss me softly, then kiss me hard
Touch me like a broken petal, then touch me hard
Hold me,feel every bone in me, never let go of me,
Suffocate me and take the life out of me
Let your hands find their way through me
Let them burn me, let them find me over and over again
Let the soft tip rub every cell I have, every spot that hurts
Give me more when I beg your mercy,
Take it all when I say I can bare no more
Don't you dare stop when I no longer breathe
A Letter to my FatherFather,A Letter to my Father in Letters More Like This
Today, It has been nine months and nineteen days since I left. Three thousand kilometers of distance. This is the longest period of time that we have been apart. I miss you, I remember you all the time. Suddenly, I remember things I did not think about before, suddenly they all keep jumping in my face, so many memories, some warm, some cold, some tough, and some just beautiful.
Do you know that I can remember the days you were teaching me the Arabic alphabet and the French Alphabet. Whenever we have a guest, I run to them and start shouting " A,B,C,D,E,F......." They smile and ask me who thaught you all this, I run to you, I hug you and I say " Dad taught me".
You took me to the beach, you taught me how to love it, this is why now the beach is where I find my soul, where my heart feels at home, where I feel a very strong sense of belonging I dont quite understand. We went to
Come to me again..When you are asleepCome to me again.. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Wandering In your own worlds
I sit on my rocking chair
I would watch you from far
Is that really you over there
Would you tell me who you are
Are you that blue bird
Who warbles sadly In my heart
Are you that picture that wanes in my mind
Or you are just another thorn in my side
Tell me who you are
Leave your land and come to me
With all your heavy thoughts
With all your endless doubts
Come to me like you never did before
Give me silence as you lay on my shore
Tell me you are the same
Tell me all your secrets,why you came
But I remain distant, but then I can't
Your drift is unmatched
I can't help but to get close
I watch you getting from dream to dream
I wish to invade your mind
To see if I really live inside
I would let my fingers touch your hair
And let my eyelashes count every cell you have
You wouldn't even know I was there
You wouldn't feel my breath and my care
And when you wake up, come to me again
Take it all, this heart to hack or this soul to rack
On the edges of your lipsMy soul flickers back and forth in your presenceOn the edges of your lips in Free Verse More Like This
As I drag myself on the floor slowly, barely
I surrender to the voices promising your love
And the dream of tomorrow bringing me your scent
You do not see me nor my fading shadow
I am right here, down here, take one look at me
I lay my wings over your shoulders, I take the rain for you
I kiss the flock of birds that flew over you
I swallow every thorn in your way, I turn your path blue
I hug every glimpse of fear in your eyes
I live on the edges of your lips, I steal every word you speak
I sleep between your ribs, I sing along with your heartbeat
I built my shrine between your palms, there, I pray for your love
And yet, you do not see me nor my fading shadow
Your grip on my heart drying up every drop of life
But I will not leave, if you tear me apart, I will love you
If you burn my dreams, cut my veins , I will love you
If you put out my candle, my golden sky, I will love you
If you rip your seed out o
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love in Free Verse More Like This
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore
When Your Lover is a MoonI love you, aware of my exile, your exileWhen Your Lover is a Moon in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Between us; clouds, wind, lightning,
thunder, ice and fire
Glad to tear myself apart
just for your eyes,
and sew you a cover from my skin
When love is big, and the lover is a moon,
do not tremble; one bird in winter nights
The tender sky touches all the scared wings
And cares for the wonderfully pale lilies
I walk on dry leaves, everyday
I create hope from that rainbow
I talk the language of trees
And I make a country from roses
Every day, I want to ride the sea,
every time they say no sailing allowed
Everyday, I build a home for our birds,
every time the floods take it away
I love you, until the day they put me out,
with eyes as wide as your skies
Until I disappear slowly, slowly
down the purple cliff
Until I feel you become some of me,
all of me
I love you
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.
PageI wrote your name with my heart,Page in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and I drew a heart around it.
Love in a single page.
So much I can do with that name.
I can say it,
or hum the syllables, etc.
My love, we could wake up tomorrow morning
and find each other
at the rising of the sun,
before the blue bird awakens
but while the already awaken song bird
While flowers from Heaven fall systematically
and I read you a poem that I wrote on the petals of
a rose, with the color of the rainbow.
Or I could wake up tomorrow
with an untouched heart,
sailing down the direction of loneliness
awaiting the eventual drop from the waterfall
because you're not here.
I still have that page with your name.
If I recall, I wrote your name and the heart
in crayon; I guess it signifies
how childish my dreams are and how childish I am.
Call my love childish if you want, but
maybe if you can see my heart and smile
when I think of him,
or how my heart wishes upon falling stars for him,
you would be a believer
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
Love love loveLove is from inside, and what it brings cannot hide.Love love love in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
love is GODs power
the sweet nectar of a flower,
but yet a rose is not a heart,
and love can't be wilted apart,
but a rose is a beautiful love expression,
red, pink, or white it holds so much perfection,
but the greatest expression doesn't have to be roses,
it just has to be what touches you closest.
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
a pencil lacking lead is just like an open wound.she doesn't understand the beautya pencil lacking lead is just like an open wound. in Free Verse More Like This
that she's capable of. she can figment
the most beautiful picture and not
even try, her mind is a blank canvas
and her thoughts are like the medium.
swish and splash the red paint, blue,
oxidize me with your catatonic breath,
subtle pencil marks like the veins
that pattern your milky, flawed flesh.
hide behind your eraser shavings, you
always doubt yourself too much, you're
incapable of making a mistake, now.
sweetness, caress this empty sheet of
paper with your carefully chosen
words and help me heal the insulting
that had been caused from all injury.
take your pen and etch indelible phrases
into your aphoristic lifestyle, you
live by age-old techniques but you've
got a modern soul, i want you to wrap
me in your mosaic smiles again. keep
the crying coming, tears are the perfect
base for watercolors. you might be
paranoid but i should inform you that
i am okay. just as long as your sketches
continue to swarm me, encase me with
their warmness and light,
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?
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
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
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
I Find It Funny That You Can't Look Straight At MeOne step away fromI Find It Funny That You Can't Look Straight At Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The pain and hurt you caused me,
But I still miss you.
When I'm with others,
I have to divert my eyes
Away from your gaze.
I can't help myself.
You just left me on my last
It doesn't help me
That every time I see you,
I shut up and sigh.
Why don't you be a
Man about it all and tell
Me why you did it?
You led me on, love.
You left me hung out to dry.
You're a coward.
Your HandsI remember when your handsYour Hands in Free Verse More Like This
Were intertwined with mine,
Twisting, turning, constant
Yearning to know exactly
What this was, this feeling
I'm learning to cope with.
I never liked holding hands,
For in the hands the heart
Is held, folding fingers
Over one another's was never
That appealing to me, but you.
You kept my head reeling,
Returning for more, I would
Soar as your hands wrapped
'Round my body, discerning
Why this felt so new, a few
Had called me cute before,
Why is it different when
You say I'm beautiful?
Now, it's all changed, it's
Over, you were the reason
I felt this switch, a changing
Season, you said the words,
"I love you." You said it to
Me, you see, I take things
Like that pretty seriously.
You caused me such grief, a
Relief now knowing you aren't
As great as you think you are,
I'm far changed from those days,
I don't hate you. But I don't
Miss you, or to kiss you. I was
Happy to dismiss you, but I miss
Your hands intertwined with mine.
happy death day, sylvia plath.she epitomized poetry.happy death day, sylvia plath. in Free Verse More Like This
or at least the stereotype
people had of it. she was
a tortured soul that had
seen more than it should've
by the time she took her
life, why did she leave?
effervescent words, so heavy,
dense, senseless violence
inked the very pages that
inspired me. and half a
century has now gone by
she hasn't walked this earth
and i still wonder what
would be going on in her
head if she'd walked a little
farther in her own shoes
instead of living vicariously
through basket cases, sylvia,
you had so much life left
in you, why did you solidify
that poets have the highest
suicide rate in the literary
business? you could've been
a legend, now you're just
a name that frequents english
books and the occasional
slam poem as this, but what
would've happened if you
didn't do what you did? would
you still be the composition-
page martyr that took her life
after her art did its job?
sylvia, what if i were to be
like you, what if i gave up
that easily, i know you gave
it quite some time,
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.
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.
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.
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.
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...bLind in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
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.
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...
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--
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... ←
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...?
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...
-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
VagueWhile we're on the subjectVague in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
.....i'll be off the topic
will we still carry on
.....if i'm lost and forgotten?
she said she'd be there
.....but she was unprepared
she said she'd be there
.....but now she's lost and scared
be so vague
be so vague
be so vague
When we finally start
.....i'll be there to stop it
your mind is so cramped
.....and mine is all knotted
we said we'd be clear
.....but see this mess we made?
we said we'd be clear
.....how can you be so vague?
be so vague
be so vague
be so vague
(there's nothing more to say...)
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--
swervin' agaiNaccelerate your ascension/exist in new ways/swervin' agaiN in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
create your dimension/blast into inner space/
crash into your mind/drastiC truths will unwind/
* i find that between perception and reality there
exists a fine line...
realize that nothing really matters, and
everything is whatever. perpetuate laughter; you
are already living forever--
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
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
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
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
Stitched LipsStitched LipsStitched Lips in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In front of you I'm powerless
Wind's breath lost among willows
So it's only my pillows
To whom love I can confess
Sometimes I wish to disappear
My voice and hands do tremble
Then all I do is ramble
On my own and swallow tear
So bitter compared to a kiss
I once hope to deliver
Sultry, yet tender quiver
Will provide that I won't miss
Until then I'll keep my lips stitched
Reveries my heart feeding
At least dreams won't be bleeding
For their treasure have been ditched
Ribcage SymphoniesRibcage SymphoniesRibcage Symphonies in Free Verse More Like This
Passion has no taste
It just burns your tongue
While fingers compose symphonies
On nameless ribcages
Black widows don't label their pets
Other than with dull numbers
Making disappointing engagements
Worthwhile episodes of a life wasted
On selfish charity, superiority
Damage of clarity of human heart
Dwelling frightened, cracked and murky
In its fragile shell
Soul is a carton box
That implodes in heavy rain
While rays of sun in a marmalade jar
Mean a miracle, if piled up carefully
A man says he met God in the subway
What most don't want to listen to
See, mirror is the one true friend
As it always smiles back
A horse's eye mutely reflects old days' glory
Unnoticed by those who just recklessly ride
Into sunset full of screaming colours
At dusk that for a change might not be followed by dawn
Jaws Of FloodJaws Of FloodJaws Of Flood in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Fish swim in the streets
Sea carries humans away
Water swallowed earth
Beyond HorizonBeyond HorizonBeyond Horizon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come, take my hand, sweet little boy
Let's run as fast as lightning
To place filled with laughter of joy
From nightly visions frightening
Keep creepy shadows on the walls
And ghosts behind the curtain
Go with me soar through open door
To where there's no more hurting
The morning star will bless our skies
No vicious smirks of demon
Dust on the road will heal the eyes
And poor wounded heart bleeding
Don't be afraid of anything
Hidden beyond horizon
Just make sure to not loosen grip
On hands of angels guiding
Blisters And BlissBlisters And BlissBlisters And Bliss in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though city lights show pavement gleaming
In hidden corners tears are streaming
A broken heart to purify
Heretic thoughts tempt righteous falling
While sin viciously keeps on strolling
Some twisted truth to testify
Each day new hand the old replaces
And soon the crowd counts thousand faces
All of them turned the other way
Who is to blame for rage tormenting
That seems to never be relenting,
Dreams those don't make it through the day?
Though world's dark shadows keep deceiving
To save yourself don't stop believing
In word that carved in gold stays plain
And like an angel's wing defending
Brings bliss, hope and peace neverending
Love makes sun shine despite the rain
RehabRehabRehab in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ubiquitous sense of failure
Drills holes into what was soul
Content, tranquil waterfall
That swallowed both ships and sailors
Moments of true pain brought panic
An acute need to restore
What once was, will be no more
Blurs the simplest truth's reflex
Leaving blistered faith perplexed
For false prophet's recognition
Arrows wasted on star chasing
Just bare hands for self-defense
Sinner's zeal's the most immense
Eye-corners with wrinkles gracing
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
A Sound Unheard From A Love UnsaidDoes the heart make a soundA Sound Unheard From A Love Unsaid in Free Verse More Like This
Besides the beating and the pound?
Does it cry out and sing?
Singing you, I have found
When the lights were out
My heart did not shout
Did not scream, did not beat,
Did not wander about
Now I think to myself
"Was it I that found you?"
On a shelf I lied, dusty and used
With a heart in your chest as beautiful as you
You dusted me off and made me brand new
When your eyes met with mine
My heart finally made that a sound
Besides the habitual beating and pound
It cried out and sang
"It was you who found me
It was you who saved me
It was you who changed me
And it was I who's heart speaks true
In this poem that was made for you
Love Speaks For The UnspokenHello pretty girlLove Speaks For The Unspoken in Free Verse More Like This
Will you be my friend?
We've had our beginning
But will you follow me to the end?
And even in the end
Will you continue loving me?
Because an end without you
Is a short eternity
I give a grin
You smile back
From your heart that fills
All the things that I lack
To comply with your needs
Is a need to comply
So when gravity fails
Let our love take to the sky
And so that day comes
When I do not see you
When I sit around all day
Writing "I love you's"
But those days I cannot choose
Whether I win, tie or lose
So I just hope and dream
You're writing "I love you too's"
I know.. I get tongue tied, I get quiet
My thoughts always slip away
But do not think it means
That I have nothing to say
You've tightened up my screws
You've made my lonely heart unbroken
So when I say that I love you
It speaks for every word unspoken
They Came as WormsThey came as worms.They Came as Worms in Free Verse More Like This
They came crawling in the mud of the self-sufficient world.
They came blind in their mind and eyes.
They came thoughtless and clone-like.
They came without judgement and without the ability to judge.
They came emotionless without the ability to feel.
They came weak, but with no need to be strong.
They came without conflict with no need to fight.
They came with no worries for the past or the future.
They came without corruption, plague or disease.
They came without ranks for no need to be greater.
They came without predators and without prey.
They came with peace, serenity, and zen.
What i would give to be one of them
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...
The Last Remaining StarThere must be silver liningsThe Last Remaining Star in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There must be a shred of hope
Is all in all, all we see?
Just painfull ways to cope
But not of death nor sadness
just tis the human way
to believe they're more than dirt
as the world drips away
To claim that one's alive
means to call your own self dead
while the rivers run vertical
into the sky that burns red
and when rain turns to ash
I will fly my way to you
I will lift you off your feet
to hold you, and feel renewed
Watching your dreams fall
I cannot bare the thought
So why not fall in love
and ignore the world we forgot
because an angel among this Earth
you have been and always will
so as long as i'm with you
let the world burn and spill
and the tears that flow from those gentle eyes
shall wake me from my eternal sleep
and so for all days my heart is yours
to cradle and to keep
My last remaining star...
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
Where the heart isn't--Impossible to hide the liesWhere the heart isn't-- in Free Verse More Like This
So take a breath and shut my eyes
"It's where the heart is, home!" she cries
She never saw I'm dead inside.
An empty hollow, dug out rest
A void within my heaving chest
"It's where the heart is, home" she stressed
But I haven't one and she never guessed.
Fermented Truth.Name one flower from that perfumeFermented Truth. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Plus the song you used to sing,
Pass me demons in the shape of lust
And watch as I give in,
Find the suitcase you took with you
When you flew that "buisness trip",
Hand me untruths in a wine glass
And watch as I take a sip.
Perfection.Skim your mind over the small print without looking for the catchPerfection. in Free Verse More Like This
Who needs drugs when you've got feelings and a perfect mind to match?
In this land of sharpened senses we're all living in reverse
And we ain't afraid of nothing and we speak our words in verse.
Please please please.There's a coffee stain on my white dressPlease please please. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And dust in your room's emptiness,
Tattoo your name upon my skin
Wait for the day you walk back in.
Two whole years; they passed so slow
Had time to watch each season go
Summer, Winter, Autumn, Bed
I'd rather think of you instead
Throw vivid looks of hate and rage
At the blankness of my diary's page;
Carve your initials on a tree
Trace the lines that ink your name to me.
Blood red paint thrown at the walls
Deface what's mine but not what's yours-
Look at our photos, try to breathe
Don't make me cry again; please please please.
IntroducedNursery, their hands collide;Introduced in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Finger-painting side by side,
A big crude mess of blue, red, green
Most beautiful art their mums've seen
Circle time, they sit together;
Sing songs 'bout rain and stormy weather,
His eyes latch on, hers look away
He notes her iris'; hazel-grey
Dress up game, the two pair up
King and Queen of childish scrubs,
Tiaras sparkle as swords smash
He knows they'd be a royal match
At the end of Tuesday's play
She asks if he walks home her way,
As mothers chat and peck and fuss,
They pinkie swear each other's trust.
Twelve years later down the line
He knows her smile and pretty eyes-
They hold hands and walk the world together;
Sing songs 'bout rain and stormy weather.
Car Crash Principle.Traffic builds round casualties likeCar Crash Principle. in Free Verse More Like This
Bees to the honey like
Soft words to the injured like
Curiosities to the cats.
Trapped in the aftermath of
Whispered words, whiplash
Strokes our backs and
Renews my views on
Traffic stops, not that
It moved to begin with
And the world stops, which
Even you couldn't bring about and
- My breath stops, but
Only for an instant.
Trapped in the congestion of
Ambulances can't get through.
She.Her words are warm, her smile is sweet,She. in Free Verse More Like This
Kindest being I've ever had pleasure to meet,
She lights up my life like a summery day,
She's my burst of moonlight when I lose my way.
A metal band, shiny and gold,
Encircles my finger in view of the world,
She'll never tarnish; she's just like this ring
An infinite, beautiful, unbreakable thing.
Fireating.Your showcase act,Fireating. in Free Verse More Like This
toes the line between
distance edges closer as her
heart rate stalls.
Your glitz girl,
knows the time it takes to
her balance was performance but she
fell for you.
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
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