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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
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
St
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,
You
are the reason my sun appears.
I Love You Babe <3
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
Celebrating tomorrows
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleep
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 po
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 goiFrenemies 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 questiFrank'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
Beautiful imperfections.
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
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 d
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 s
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 im
-an entire spinning rock of- in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
7 billion
filled with people spilling the
contents of their heads
just so they can feel
their confused attempts get
deflected
there's no feeling in the feeling
of rejection
and it infects them...
this void
this emptiness
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
selves oxygen
in disbelief
that they will ever find
someone that can make
them feel
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
i crash
trippin' over these two left feet
thinkin' over and over again about
how i tend to lose certain things
certain people
i think the world must be evil
takin' away the things that matter the most
and denying me anything real
whats the fucking deal
i crash
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
.
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--
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--
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...)
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...
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
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
surprise......
Infused: Trenestrian PrayerThis prayer was said to ward of Varhiin from the Trenestrian race of people.Infused: Trenestrian Prayer in Free Verse More Like This
Trin og lea ro hraag, ur uon lye, Dee Suum.
Tru, Dee Suum, inreg frne, ket Varhiin dro ray.
Reg ol ti so, yre uus frh guntirion Varhiin.
Ma ti Violgeht, inreg Eukrati.
By ti lea re uus, inreg fru'um, aaut ti spil re inreg troen Relitrin, wuus Scal.
Which, based on the rough English translation, means:
Peace to our souls, you kindly grant, Traan.
Without doubt, Traan, our leader, keep Varhiin at bay.
Save for the evil, may us not become overcome by Varhiin.
You the Eternal, our Lord.
By the souls of us, our ancestors, and the blood of all Trenestrains, we P
Infused Preview: Emile Emile is the main protagonist of the novel and series Infused. He is the first point of view the reader experiences during the book. He is a 6'2 Caucasian man, taken in to X-31 Test Facility, located in now-destroyed Manhattan, at age 26, four days before his 27th birthday. Reasons for this unknown, he one day miraculously escapes the facility in hopes of a welcoming outside, but what he finds terrifies him.Infused Preview: Emile in Profiles More Like This
Emile has what is most likely the most amazing of all powers in Infused. He has the speed of a cheetah, claws like the head of a swordfish, and one ability with unknown origin; this power is what he calls Copycat. When he drinks the bl
Echoes of Whispers You think you feel him, but He feels you, comforting you in a way you consider cold.Echoes of Whispers in Free Verse More Like This
He is not a stranger, but an old friend; your most trusted colleague.
You trust him with your life.
At dawn, He greets your tired expression with a gust.
At noon He hugs your body, giving you a feeling of comfort in the dead heat.
At dusk, He feigns the identity of an enemy; one who constricts you, chokes you, and shows little mercy.
When He is happy, He creates the illusion of not being there; He holds your hand, comforting you.
When He is expressionless, He walks the Earth, looking for a wall to lean on. To call his own.
When He is sad, He
Nineteen "... is he ... long?"Nineteen in Short Stories More Like This
"not... shot right ... chest."
"... survive? Who... kill?"
"... hazard ... penetrate... h - his heart... four hours."
Matt awoke slowly, his perception dimming on and off. He breathed slowly through a medical mask, tubes going here and there to machines regulating his heart rate. His chest was a large machine, replacing his heart and allowing him to breathe. Blood covered his jeans and hoodie.
His long red hair was ragged, as if he had just been in a fight. His hazel eyes complemented his hair, both fitting each other well. His nose was bleeding, the blood itself trickling down his face, into his mo
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
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...
Masterful.
Like the smell of sex it both feeds and keeps the ache
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
really was
or am.
i never got why i'm
so clingy
and clueless,
why i don't know
how to be
independent.
my exterior may
show it,
but i sure don't
have it.
i've been gone
for a really long time.
it's not me that
they see when they
speak things
that I pretend to
care about.
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
Letters To GodLetters To God in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There'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.
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
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.
You're invincible.
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,
Asphixiating.
Sleep? A luxury.
I can't afford to waste it
Once I'm getting it.
Trepidation rules
Over in my world of sad,
Anxious tendencies.
There's too much pressure.
It's caving into me, my
Lungs and cavity.
I'm unemotive
Anymore, a cadaver
Behind curls of my dead skin.
Figmented only
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
Cobblestone walkways
Lead me to my castle.
Yet, I keep feeling like
Something's missing.
In this world of injustice,
fairness broken
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 indifferent.
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 kn
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 t
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.
oh, wait.
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
helping? no.
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 w
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
endear
untitled.scatter me.untitled. in Free Verse More Like This
spatter me.
shatter me.
all these
things would be
better than
this,
bruise and
beat and
batter me.
bleed me out.
lead me on.
let me shout,
refuse to fawn
to you,
you put a hex
on me, i let
you get the
best of
me, i digress.
i'd rather be
reliving my life,
its memory,
than rewinding it
back and
watch it play
like the most
beautiful
symphony, that's
what this has
meant to me,
you've taken it
away from me,
my chapping
hands, i can't
believe this is
actually
happening,
clap my palms
together
forever,
guarding my
hardening
heart, this is
my art piece.
it's exponentially
the factor of
my
if i decided to kill all the butterflies.if i decided to killif i decided to kill all the butterflies. in Free Verse More Like This
all the butterflies
would you care?
would you look down
on me and ask,
"why? you have
people who love
you. you don't
have to do this."
but i do. it's not
something i can
just stop doing.
if i decided to kill
all the butterflies
would you cry?
would you look at me
with those same
eyes you showed
last thursday
and assume that
by the power of
your sadness it would
just halt? please.
don't patronize me.
if i decided to kill
all the butterflies,
do you think i'd
have remorse? of
course. i'd shed
enough tears to
fill a pool easily
because i've failed
everyone, including
myself. there's no
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.
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
delicate cord,
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.
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 fir
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.
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;
Stillborn revolutions
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.
Love is a BattlefieldI wonder if this is how a landmine feelsLove is a Battlefield in Free Verse More Like This
before detonation.
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
and mine,
but we stare past each other
like shells in the dust.
Three.
Two.
One.
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
"Forever yours."
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
Leaving the NestContemplate the blue skiesLeaving the Nest in Free Verse More Like This
and run by the skeleton trees
on the horizon of all you knew.
This is the part where you
spread your arms and pretend
you know how to leave the ground.
In my mind, you do,
taking off heaven-bound in a
graceful ascent while all I do
is call for you and try to grab your
ankles slim, your shoelaces undone.
You laugh despite the cloud-cover chill,
and I wrap myself like a rosary around your leg
with a hail Mary full of grace,
the Lord is with me but so is gravity...
we are far above the world and
I am terrified of heights but
even more fearful of letting you fly alone.
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 yo
It didn't have to be this wayWhy?It didn't have to be this way in Free Verse More Like This
I just don't understand
Now my fate lies in another's hand
The fate of my life, my work my friends...
No more time for happy ends...
This world we live in makes no sense
What was I thinking then?
It was doomed again...
My intentions were good, no doubt
But bad results came out
And in the world through that door...
Nothing else matters anymore...
They do not care how hard you try
If you live or if you die
A stranger passes by outside...
He would not notice if I died...
In a world that we have seen,
Where man is all slave to machine
(especially the ones that we call clocks)...
What good is freedom's ring when we are all
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 M
Why do you fear me?Why does everyone fear me?Why do you fear me? in Free Verse More Like This
I mean, it's not like I'm homicidal,
but nobody wants to see or hear me,
and then they avoid me for a while...
Its obvious all is not well,
why won't you tell
me why the hell
are you afraid to say
the things that make you feel this way
every single day
HEY!
Will you put that thing away
and pay
attention to
what I'm telling you?
What do I gotta do
to be heard?
I mean, this is absurd;
And nobody listens to a word
of what I say to them...
Sta.sh
