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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.

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

Three Days Worth of Full Moon

by ~whenthemooncriedout in Urban & Spoken Word

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~JasonFaria

Shooting Stars Aim For The Heart-Dear Father Time
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 WorldShooting Stars Aim For The Heart in Free Verse

Oh May This Cloud Never RipWhat is this? No lonely, no need for mind?
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 Oh May This Cloud Never Rip in Traditional Fixed Forms

I Don't Even Know Where To BeginI don't even know where to begin
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

StI Don't Even Know Where To Begin in Free Verse

A Word or Two for the Girl I LoveYou,
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 <3A Word or Two for the Girl I Love in Free Verse

Love Speaks For The UnspokenHello pretty girl
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 quietLove Speaks For The Unspoken in Free Verse

Exposed Flaws and Personal HellsTeeth clenching and eyes burning
My body frozen and stomach churning
I pull at my hair, I confess to a wall
Shove these pills down my throat to erase it all
Doesn't work (it never does) Only breaks down the thought
Of the world severing my limbs and leaving me to rot
But I suppose, instead, I can go back to my corner
And make you all see what's beneath all this torn fur
Am I such an utter failure
That I have to constantly be rebound
By the mistakes that I have made
That I wish could be rewound
Well go ahead and expose my flaws
Turn this boiling blood to tar
Because you call me narrow-minded
But oh my, how wrong you are
I've nExposed Flaws and Personal Hells in Free Verse

I Know Of A GirlI know of she, like she is the sea
The sea may seem dangerous,
But is beautiful and free
I've spoken to the sea
And she spoke back to me
And said "A future without he
Is a future without me"
He gave up on the sea
And the sea gave up on she
Now nothing left of he
But a life of secrecy
She gave security
Now insecure is the sea
I said
"You Are
You've been
And you will be
A dream that's worth dreaming
You think yourself unloved
I say you're a specialty
A diamond in the rough
The sweetest piece of candy
You are the sea
The key for life to be
And if without the sea
How dry the world would be"
She cried "No that's not me
II Know Of A Girl in Free Verse

I Don't Even Know Where To Begin(Personally my favorite poem I've ever written)
I don't even know where to begin
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 eveI Don't Even Know Where To Begin in Personal

A Sound Unheard From A Love UnsaidDoes the heart make a sound
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 A Sound Unheard From A Love Unsaid in Free Verse

For The Chance That You PhoneFor the chance that you phone
I've left my body leashed at home
Tied to the tree with no need for sun
That feeds off of all, and a tip, leaves none
But just in case you ring
I've left my senses there to bring
Company to my tied up shell
That if sat alone is a hollow hell
So just for a second, let's say you'd call
Who would answer first, my body or a wall?
Both the same, a frame lacking a soul
Both no-named, healing a permanent hole
So now, somehow, I'm hearing your voice
I assure you and I sware that my words are not just noise
I've tried to come to you, but have never seen it through
So now I'll shackle up my soul so when i anFor The Chance That You Phone in Free Verse

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*TheDarkenedBride

After The RainAfter The Rain

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 allAfter The Rain in Free Verse

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
Celebrating tomorrows
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleepA Vision in Urban & Spoken Word

The Golden FeatherThe Golden Feather

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 featherThe Golden Feather in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Blind Man DancingThe Blind Man Dancing

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 poThe Blind Man Dancing in Free Verse

Vanilla CranesVanilla Cranes

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 Vanilla Cranes in Free Verse

Ribcage SymphoniesRibcage Symphonies

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 smilesRibcage Symphonies in Free Verse

Charcoal NymphCharcoal Nymph

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 blackCharcoal Nymph in Free Verse

A Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's Psalm

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 soulA Heretic's Psalm in Traditional Fixed Forms

RehabRehab

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
Artificial, anorganic

Indecisive premonition
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 gracingRehab in Traditional Fixed Forms

Jaws Of FloodJaws Of Flood

Fish swim in the streets
Sea carries humans away
Water swallowed earthJaws Of Flood in Haiku & Eastern

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~thepoetsrecyclingbin

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

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

~RedRainX

On My MindYou've been on my mind for quite some time
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.On My Mind in Free Verse

MirrorsWhen you look in the mirror
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 mirrorMirrors in Songs & Lyrics

After Some TimeAfter a while you learn the difference between holding someones hand and chaining to someones soul,you learn love doesn't mean leaning on someone and company doesn't mean you have security from the world.
You begin to learn that when your kissed its not a contract to a person and if they give you presents they aren't promises to you or anyone, you begin to accept your all defeats with your head held up high and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child,no tears and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans. So I'm telling you now to plAfter Some Time in Free Verse

HopeToday, I made a list for you.
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?
MaybHope in Free Verse

One PersonHave you ever had that one person,
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?
I do.

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,
Shes there.
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 yourOne Person in Songs & Lyrics

Swept awayShe was promised a true love story,
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.
She cries.

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 gSwept away in Free Verse

I've changedWhen I was three years younger I was a completely different person,
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 dI've changed in Free Verse

Something We All WantWe all want love,
That feeling.
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.Something We All Want in Free Verse

Piece of PaperPlease tell me the truth,
If you can't speak it , write it.
I need to know.

I love you now not later,
There is no doubt.
I remember everything,
This is so cruel.

Your voice is trembling.
I'll tell you a thousand times.
I love you.
Come on I'm listening.

I read between the lines of your written piece.
"I love you forever"
I thought I was ready to leave,
Emotional wreck isn't my best personal trait.

You left with her,
still holding my heart not caring.

I have the piece of paper.
I walk up to you a year later.
I show it to you.
You tell me you meant it.

But you're written words weren't cement.Piece of Paper in Free Verse

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~DavidAtwell

bLindThe wind carries meaning. As it picks up, reach your branches into it. Let it's force cause you to sway. Shed your dead leaves until there is nothing left. Keep rising up into the sky, and keep digging those roots deeper. Float on a sea of whatever it is that it may be, flying so free, in your mind completely blind to see the sight of things...
Some people swerve through life wearing thin spots into their souls while trying to suck the souls out of others. Eventually, this will rest on their conscience. The rest of the world will look like an angry mob coming for them. If you gamble with the devil, you will lose every time.
Careless souls sbLind in Urban & Spoken Word

one letteR-choose your words slyly, cuz it's whatever.
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 youone letteR in Urban & Spoken Word

Concern for the same old...it happens as it always happens
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...Concern for the same old... in Urban & Spoken Word

no releasEim comin back as drastic as a relapse attack of a bad 'have to have it' habit
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 imno releasE in Urban & Spoken Word

-an entire spinning rock of
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- in Urban & Spoken Word

i crashthere is no justice
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

.i crash in Urban & Spoken Word

Rays of Madnessi throw my habits into the fire
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--Rays of Madness in Urban & Spoken Word

Absence of Soundso much can be said when so little is spoken
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--Absence of Sound in Urban & Spoken Word

VagueWhile we're on the subject
.....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...)Vague in Urban & Spoken Word

i push the envelopEextensive input fishin' with patience
waitin' for a response anticipation
is shakin' look into the spot-
what do you make of it?
what can you take from it?
me i don't know i guess
i push the envelope and the temperature
of my demeanor yo is hella cold-
so if aces are wild and suicide kings
are on trial i think i might just fold
but know that i'll be doin' it
jack-knife style so as not to defile
the common courtesy placement of
what's to be expected but if i
stand corrected i will consider
my intentions deflected and rather
dream-like and majestic
and bet that somewhere in there lies
a lesson to be learned, so light the firei push the envelopE in Urban & Spoken Word

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~otakuplaywright

Letters To God
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 Letters To God in Stories & Vignettes

anonymous.i don't really know
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
withoutanonymous. in Free Verse

Even Good Girls Get Vertigo- 1.3I had come to the conclusion that poor Delilah was destined to be attached to me for the school year. When she received her schedule, we had all but three classes together. Seven periods a day with this new girl—the worst part was that her sister was in three of them with us.
Our clique compared schedules after we received them at the assembly. A majority of our group was in remedial classes. Emily was in several honors courses, believe it or not, and I had a mainly academic schedule. Disregarding that massive amount of classes I had with Delilah, I had pre-calculus and lunch with everyone. I had English with everyone but Emily. I had hEven Good Girls Get Vertigo- 1.3 in Introductions & Chapters

Look At My Palms, They Shake Like My Current WorldMy veins? They bleed ink,
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?Look At My Palms, They Shake Like My Current World in Traditional Fixed Forms

your eyes shouldn't make me choke on my heart.i never really liked
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 tyour eyes shouldn't make me choke on my heart. in Free Verse

Inspirational Haiku- Just For YouDon't cry, my darling.
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.Inspirational Haiku- Just For You in Traditional Fixed Forms

Dear Valentine: To A Person I've Yet To EncounterI know life is beautiful,
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 knDear Valentine: To A Person I've Yet To Encounter in Free Verse

Your HandsI remember when your hands
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,
Your Hands in Free Verse

I Find It Funny That You Can't Look Straight At MeOne step away from
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
Invisible thread.

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.I Find It Funny That You Can't Look Straight At Me in Traditional Fixed Forms

UntitledMy mind is abstract.
You can't tell it's there, my thoughts
Cast their grey shadow.

Overcome with it,
Emotion swells in a soul
Flooded by pure blood.

I can't analyze
What's unknown to me, my heart
Is shifting like clay.

Animalistic,
I work my way up only
To become the prey.

Pry off my fingers,
Shut me away to be one
With my own being.

Yet, indifference
Isn't going to work in
This case, I've fallen.

You can't see me here.
You can't see me anywhere.
Well, will you answer?

His expression blank,
He doesn't notice me, but
His eyes? Breathtaking.Untitled in Traditional Fixed Forms

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~angelichope

Waterfall HopeIts inner and outer beauty are one,
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.

For me
The lights have turned off,
as they often do,
but then comes thatWaterfall Hope in Traditional Fixed Forms

Blank CanvasShe looks so pretty
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
is death.
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 mysBlank Canvas in Free Verse

Honesty Blows Her HairShe is Spring's first bloom;
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
hidden within.
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 eHonesty Blows Her Hair in Free Verse

A Piano Song Love gracefully grows in the meadows of our hearts,
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
broken mirror,
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
as rain,
and my heart a freshly watered garden.
I'll never take a step backwards again,
except for wA Piano Song in Free Verse

~YourBuddyBill

Sleep.Sleep. Sleep, and dream.
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.Sleep. in Free Verse

MysterioThey say that he's invisible, and doesn't make a sound.
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 yoMysterio in Free Verse

CatsJust the other day I was walkin down the street
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.Cats in Free Fella

Library of Bad Puns book namesThe Wonderful World of Racing, by Willy Win and Betty Wont
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 MLibrary of Bad Puns book names in Free Verse

It didn't have to be this wayWhy?
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 It didn't have to be this way in Free Verse

Why do you fear me?Why does everyone fear me?
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...Why do you fear me? in Free Verse

I can't forget my mistakesTen years ago, I found
A caterpillar on the ground.
I wish that I had left it alive
I didn't know, I was only five.
An inconsequential mistake it was,
But haunt me still today it does.I can't forget my mistakes in Free Verse

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*callerofcrows

AcheIt comes and goes
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.Ache in Free Verse

Blink and You'll Miss ItThe wind reminds me of
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. Blink and You'll Miss It in Free Verse

HeavyWhen you let me go
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.Heavy in Free Verse

StuckYour empty gaze was the crack in the road,
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 firStuck in Free Verse

Burning HeartWe built a beautiful pyre,
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.Burning Heart in Free Verse

It's Not Coming BackAnd he was the voiceless, unforgiving wind.
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.It's Not Coming Back in Free Verse

Honorary Sun SpotI'm going to tie a string
around the new dawn
and make the sun my balloon.
I won't let go as it keeps rising,
I just need warmth and this seems
like the best way to find it,
the day taking me with it
round the world.
Take a picture of your rooftop,
and I'll wave as I go by.Honorary Sun Spot in Free Verse

Strung OutConsider me hanging on the line,
a dress without a body waiting for the sun,
vibrant when she's not heavy, waterlogged.
As a child, I enjoyed making orange smiles,
while wondering why we didn't have
a clothesline stretching from tree to tree
like I'd seen on the television.
I admired the way skirts became birds,
picked up by the wind they adored,
while sheets grabbed the wind like a sail,
and the clouds were always made of cotton,
and the denim sat like lead.

Now every time I put myself out to dry,
the sky gets heavy and breaks on me.
I am halfway towards being ready,
and then the rain rips me down again.
Maybe that's why Strung Out in Free Verse

A Slower Way to DrownCry me an ocean crashing,
its sultry blues rolling.
I am tumbling through the deep,
and I've forgotten I can't breathe.
Salt in my lungs, rattling.
I am buried up to my neck,
my head facing the tides that
come whispering in.A Slower Way to Drown in Free Verse

White NoiseThere's a dreadful pounding in my ears
and it's meant to drown you out
like last night's thunder. White Noise in Free Verse

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~whenthemooncriedout

ZEROKPHThe storm's coming. I can feel it in my bones.
I can feel it on the tips of every hair on my body.
I can smell it in the air.

The storm is coming.

I can see it from under the windshield. The clouds darkening ahead, slowly drifting inevitably towards us.

It's close. Very close...

So the key went in the the ignition and I heard the engine run, purring like old Paprika back home.

Set the gear on reverse. Let me go back a little bit. Back to the time when I was kilometers away from you. When we never even met. When everything was but a sweet lul in the epic string of the world's silent melody.

I heard you sing then. I heard you cry. I heaZEROKPH in Free Verse

Detour Stage CentreWhen spectrum fails to capture
Blink
all it takes to change a picture

Observations. Observations. Observations
Obsessions
Begin to create great misconceptions

Harlequin song and sunder long
Laughter! Laughter!
Humiliation before a terrible throng

Moving left. Twisting twirling swirling.
Applause!
The crowd advances! Clapping... Enjoying... Contriving...

Collapse
Spotlight bright blinding light
Shows the blight of the play of the Night

Ending fending for hope
But treachery quells the poor
All but one are left to mope

When all who see fail to capture
Blink
For not all we see is true. Not all visions provide rapture.

BELIEVEDetour Stage Centre in Free Verse

Magic of SandIt is here where I walk in dismay.
It is here at the end of days.
It is here where I grow my love of hate.
It is here where salvation is too late.

It is here where I strike at the heavens.
It is here where I lie forsaken.
It is here that the world should end.
With my hands, all hearts I shall rend.

I shall feed the void with pain.
With agony, my life is sustained.
That my heart shall live on, and no other.
That this place I shall tear asunder.

It is here where I walk in solitude.
It is here where I bring exactitude.
It is here where I kill all of your mirth.
It is here where we die. In this cold cold desert.

This heart that I Magic of Sand in Free Verse

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.

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 achePlay. Pause. Play. Rewind. in Urban & Spoken Word

TWEWONTUTo What End Will Our Neglect Take Us

Once again I find myself disappointed at a race that I myself belong to: Humanity.

Such a misunderstood creature, who in turn reciprocates that very fact. And by doing so, creates so many, or even too many discrepancies in its natural environment that is the world. Reading an article by a very outraged deviant namely *yuumei further justified my views regarding the stupidity of consequences caused by negligence and greed.

What for do humans need for money? Is it not only a monetary value that one cannot truly grasp? And so what if one has billions or trillions of dollars? What will they do with this wheTWEWONTU in Philosophical

War Torn HeartMy war torn heart scorns the fallen
who have forsaken the world for pleasures of the flesh.

Have them live to suffer insatiable hunger for such petty objects.
Let them crawl on their knees and beg for enlightenment.

There are people as such who cannot stand without digging their teeth into gold.
Yet there are they who need no leisure.

Trust not the heart to the material.
Life is too short.
We can only hold so much in our hands.

Why not hold those which are dear to our hearts?War Torn Heart in Free Verse

Sway to the MoonWill you not come and dance with me tonight?
Tonight in this cool summer breeze?
Let our feet walk the path of fate
Where our hearts play the same tempo

Let me have your hand on bent knee
And sing you this song as we please
To trill this silent love of late
Step and sway until tomorrow

Will you not come and dance with me tonight?
Dance, play in the ever fading moonlight.Sway to the Moon in Traditional Fixed Forms

Kung Gago Ba Naman Ang MundoMay galit ba talaga sa atin ang mundo? O sadya lang na pinaglalaruan niya tayo? Kasi bawat araw na magkasama tayo'y umuulan ng todo. Nakakaloko lang naman ng kaunti. Di na rin kasi ako sanay na mabasa sa ulan. Pero ayos na rin to, malamig at mahangin kahit medyo nababasa.

Mainit-init pa naman ang mga katawan natin. Dinig mo kanina'y "Halika rito't tayo'y magdikit." At lumapit ka naman ng husto. Aba'y kalungan ba naman ako? Hay nako, ang nakainom nga naman oo. Pero bahala. Basta't nakangiti tayong dalawa, ako'y masaya. Pero ano ito? Ngayon lang ata to nangyari na nagkakatitigan tayo nang ganito.

Tuwa ka naman. Kinikilig ka ba niyan? Tingin mKung Gago Ba Naman Ang Mundo in Urban & Spoken Word

-untitled-There's this sense of longing which
I feel right now and I know you feel
It too. How terribly bittersweet this is
To fall in love with you.-untitled- in Traditional Fixed Forms

Parade's ParadeTeeter totter side to side
Maniacal laughter hand in hand
Skip-ah-dee-doo to a hospital near you

Isn't wonderful?
Isn't this great?
Your finally breaking the worlds you hate. :D

Prancing and dancing
Like a hyena cracking
Up and down the street you run with fleet feet

On and on and on you go
Drunk with a hic and a hic and a hic................
To the ends of the world to the end to the end

Parade! Parade!
Extravagance in its wake
A walking parody of the world today!

Come and play and sing and sway!
Rip your eyes with mirth and dismay
Live a lie, an excuse, and a bit of cake :D

Teeter and totter with maniacal laughter
Dream aParade's Parade in Free Verse

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