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.
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
fairy tales are like real life except no one dies.pretending is somethingfairy tales are like real life except no one dies. in Free Verse More Like This
you can only do for so long.
i am tired of pretending.
i wish the world knew
how sick i am of it already.
the days are long, quiet,
boiling sunshine scars
flesh like cigarette burns.
wind whistles like a
mockingbird that's finally
gotten his own song but
is too shy to sing it,
trees rustle and leaves
muffle in the cacophony
of the world's perpetually
profuse state of sad.
pencil tips snap, crack like
the bones of lost brethren,
scorned even through the
haven we used to call home.
the words etched fluidly
in my veins, ink spewed
blue before oxidation
has repercussions only
when there's affirmation.
i wish you knew how badly
this pretending makes me
feel, strangled by the
dull touch of lead in
the lungs of the breathless,
tears of the hopeless
stain mattresses of
an effervescent childhood.
we cannot hope any longer.
we can only pray that
the pretending will stop
and that you'll look
at the spattered pieces
of notebook sheets
ever so slightly littering
the ground y
it's going to be okay. it's all going to be okay.i don't know why it's beenit's going to be okay. it's all going to be okay. in Free Verse More Like This
so long since i've written a
poem but i have subject matter
to write about as of now.
i was sad. you were there.
you told me i was beautiful.
"we need you, i need you."
it's going to be okay.
"just breathe for me. i'm here.
you'll always be safe with me.
i'll always be here for you."
those words stings because those
were the exact same things she
always said and where is she now.
it's going to be okay.
you tried to assuage my tears,
placate me, pacify me, pretend
you love me more than anyone else
just in this moment, why do you
insist on being so nice to me.
"because i care more about you
than anyone else. i want you
to be in my life for a very long time."
what the hell is that supposed to mean.
it's going to be okay.
"love you." but then you called me
the wrong name, whoops, intended
for your girlfriend, not for me,
stupidly i thought you may have been
falling but apparently we've both
fallen too far to stop already.
don't hold my hand if you love her more.
if i had a different name.they wouldn't look at meif i had a different name. in Free Verse More Like This
any differently than if
my name were amory, that's
literally meaning "loved one"
and i'm not one to be loved.
even if i was more beautiful
than the most spacious of seas
my name is still not orabelle
or anything that pretty.
tell me that i'm practically
imperfect, i'm not as delicate
as a lorelei, i'm not tempting
enough, call me anything.
i'm not as fair as a finley or
as shimmering as a soleil, but
i can be as bleak as a bronwyn
and dark as delia as if you
address me as anything else.
let me be audrey, an orville,
ezekiel, let me be strong in
how often i'm called because
frankly, i'm diminutive, tiny
and small in comparison to
all of these names, am i
really quite as dear as you say?
if i were adaliah i could leave
myself parched, deprive me of
any identity i claim to have.
if i were talullah i could drown
myself in my own sorrows because
i'd never know the truth anyway.
even if i were seraphine, i'd still
burn away in this hell of a life,
fire cannot be foug
constant longing, forever past.minutes turned intoconstant longing, forever past. in Free Verse More Like This
hours turned into
days turned into
weeks turned into
months without you.
i didn't think that
i could do it. really.
i thought it would
be over, disappeared.
i thought i would be
decimated, and i
started out that way.
but now i must heal
the wounds that i
faced every time i
saw yours, you're so
beautiful on the
outside but on the
inside, you're a
monster, never rest.
you look at me like
what we had never
existed, and quite
frankly, i'm okay
with just that. i'd
rather you view me
instead of hatred.
all this time has
gone by so quickly,
do you remember all
those good times that
we made together?
nostalgia eludes me,
because i don't.
i remember only the
bad things, the
fights, the shouting
matches, the days
you would force your
hand onto mine to
avoid my self-injury,
those days you nearly
cried, but never did.
i remember only when
we weren't, but
at the same time,
this is where we were.
this is who we were.
this is what we were.
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
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,
mended.torn and shattered,mended. in Free Verse More Like This
bruised and battered,
sick as hell, not
dead, not well, you
let me live vicariously
through all your precious
misery, i wish you
let me live in you
after what i did to you.
i thought the reason
for your changing season
was unrequited, love
ignited deep within
a hatred strong, although
i loved you all along.
piece the pages
this stormy weather.
whether or not we
try to hide, this
feeling cannot be
denied, i've tried
so hard to disappear
but i want attention
when you're near.
i fear you'll hear
a sketchy phrase
in which awareness,
i will raise my hand
above and make notice
to the one i love
that i am better
all the while, and
they're the reason
i will smile.
i saw your face, your
eyes they glimmer with
the most iridescent
shimmer, thinner lips
and wider hips,
unshakable and breakable
blossomed in the dips.
when my tears fall like
shedding blood, they're
near as heavy as a
thud, but you, my doll,
wipe them away and wish
for me a better day
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
a reminiscent poem about nothing and everything.a breath can mean so much more.a reminiscent poem about nothing and everything. in Free Verse More Like This
a fear keeps me from catching it.
actually, it's more than fear.
an enigma possesses me like the strongest gale.
avid dreaming is destroyed by nightmares.
bound to be broken sooner or later.
breathe your lifeblood into me.
can you help me?
can't you help me?
cancerous thoughts spread like wildfire.
cold hands don't hold mine anymore.
cough up blood to keep from choking.
crying isn't optional--it's recreational.
dancing thoughts evade me like fairytales.
don't you want to call me?
don't you want to keep me?
don't you want to save me?
doubt is the only thing keeping you from answering.
each teardrop is a story.
even the bad ones.
even the good ones.
even the ones about you.
fly far away to avoid me, sure.
friends and fiends are closer than you think.
go back to how it used to be.
grow a bit of hope in your soul.
half of the memories are about you.
half of the memories are craving you.
hell is where you told me i was going.
something's gone but i'm too tired to look for it.fluidity.something's gone but i'm too tired to look for it. in Free Verse More Like This
that's all it is.
where some people
let their words be
smooth, i halt mine
with awkward breath
marks and unnecessary
punctuation. i lack
to be eloquent
and to be well read
are two completely
i am not pedantic.
i just like words
and use them even
if they don't fit.
because i don't have
i'm choppy, brittle,
snappy words like
bubble wrap, quick
and crunchy like
chopsticks on a
keyboard, i can't
use proper metaphors,
for that would
defeat the purpose
of my piece. why
would i change
i can easily lose
i don't care how
the words get out
just as long as
they spit out
The MonsterI can't trust;The Monster in Free Verse More Like This
I can't love you.
I'm not strong enough;
It has invaded me.
Has been destroyed,
And taken over by something that isn't human.
It has to be something else;
It has to.
I wouldn't cut myself.
I wouldn't hate myself,
Or starve myself,
Or lose myself in a sea of hatred,
Butterfly ScreamsIt's fun,Butterfly Screams in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watching me bleed?
Ignoring my needs?
Destroying who I am,
And all I'll ever be.
But you wouldn't stop,
That I can see.
The butterflies in my stomach,
Scream as the hurtful words
Pin them to corkboard.
I'll cut myself,
I'm gonna lay down,
And hear the butterflies scream.
"Don't even worry."
"I'm perfectly fine."
Words are sandpaper,
And a couple of lies.
So while I'm here,
Down on the floor;
Do your worst,
Your worst and more.
So I'll lay down,
Even when I'm gone,
The butterflies will still scream.
The Shams of What RemainsMorals are so hard to cling to,The Shams of What Remains in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When everyone's doing drugs.
Crimes are committed everywhere,
And everyone's a thug.
Being a virgin isn't a virtue,
You hide it away with shame.
Yet while all of drink and smoke,
Proudly I proclaim,
Alcohol, I know not the taste.
Smoking, I do scorn.
I shall not look,
While away you waste,
Looking so forlorn.
I am my own person,
And my morals I hold dear.
I quietly sit at home,
While my friends win "Stupidest Decision of the Year."
Though I'm not perfect,
And I'll never claim to be.
My peace of mind is worth it,
So I'll be true,
It's My LifeLeave me alone.It's My Life in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I get inspiration from my depression.
I find bravery,
In my regression.
The cuts on my wrist,
Are a pattern of inspriration.
But others say,
They're an aberration.
Don't try to fix me.
This is who I am.
This is my life.
To change it,
I'll be damned.
I refuse to be changed.
So good luck trying.
On the surface, I look happy,
But inside I am dying.
Give it a rest,
And let it be.
You should give up.
You can't fix me.
FrightmareThere's no monster,Frightmare in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Under the bed.
Just the shadows,
Playing with my head.
There's no zombie,
Behind the door.
Just my hallway,
There's no danger,
That lurks outside.
There's no need,
For me to run and hide.
Protecting me from all harm,
My kitten scampers away on a whim.
There's no way,
Monsters could get past him.
The Star Shines, My Final Curtain CallI fight the exhaustion,The Star Shines, My Final Curtain Call in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The despair pulling me under.
Into an endless slumber.
Walking a fine red line,
Which is is the blood on my blade,
Running from the past,
Because there's nothing left to save.
All I am,
Is a broken battered shell.
Test me out,
Then send me to Hell.
I fought for so long,
Trying so har
Life in the ShadowsIs it wrong that I feel this way?Life in the Shadows in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Am I wrong because I'm...
The feeling if being normal,
I miss it.
I can't tell anyone;
I'm so afraid.
The way I was,
I should've stayed.
Is this really a disease?
Is there really no cure?
I'm so confused;
God made me,
Yet God is pure.
So what you're saying,
Is I should change?
That I'm wrong,
Because I'm gay?
Don't tell me that.
I refuse to change who I am.
You don't own me.
The Story We KnowRun, Dorothy, run,The Story We Know in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like you've never run before.
Oz will shut the door!
Tin Man needs a heart;
Cowardly Lion needs some courage.
Scarecrow needs some brains,
Oz needs your words.
With those red slippers,
The Wicked Witch will chase now.
You angered her,
Crushed her sister with your house.
The Good Witch,
Can only protect you for so long.
Tim Man has heart,
Cowardly Lion crus on the floor,
Scarecrow is just straw.
Why'd you let Oz shut the door?
From My PerspectiveDear World,From My Perspective in Free Verse More Like This
Do you see what you've done?!
All of my pain and sadness,
It's your fault!!
Everything you've done wrong,
Slaps me in the face.
But behind you,
Stands your beautiful counterpart.
She is the sacrifice,
Of one life for another.
She is the love of a mother for a child.
She is holding an umbrella over a stranger,
And feeding the hungry.
She is saving an animal,
That isn't hers.
There is a yin/yang balance to the world.
We spend too much time,
Focusing on the negative.
Everything has beauty,
But not everyone sees it.
So look at her,
The mistress of All Evil;
For she is why bad things happen.
She is the knowledge and comfort,
That always remains.
So look at her beauty,
And relish it.
Relish what she is,
For she is what you can be.
Coming Apart at the SeamsAgain my arms have paid the price,Coming Apart at the Seams in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the pathetic thing,
I call my life.
Cuts up and down,
Decorating my arm,
Keeping me safe,
From emotional harm.
Guarding my soul,
All through the night.
Showing that there is darkness,
Even in light.
So no matter how much I try,
To just go past,
The scars on my arms will always last.
They'll line up,
With the ones in my heart,
Until the day,
I finally fall apart.
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.
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
HeavyWhen you let me goHeavy in Free Verse More Like This
by the side of the road,
please remember the string
that you tied to my soul.
I'm the balloon you inflated
just to let go;
the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Why'd you have to cut this
the thin wire trailing
from my heartbeat to yours?
Remember the science of
the desolate sky,
because the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Blink and You'll Miss ItThe wind reminds me ofBlink and You'll Miss It in Free Verse More Like This
the empty space to my left,
which I swear you filled
only minutes ago.
But if I rested my hand
where you were sitting,
it would be just as cold as
the realization that you're gone.
It's Not Coming BackAnd he was the voiceless, unforgiving wind.It's Not Coming Back in Free Verse More Like This
She screamed to his back while he forgot her name,
and each step he took into the sun
was met by the setting of hers.
It's a cold night where she stands,
and she coughs on the frost in her lungs,
choking on the memory of last night's air.
She mourns the death of yesterday
through nostalgic eyes,
and like a child, declares it's only sleeping.
Strung OutConsider me hanging on the line,Strung Out in Free Verse More Like This
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 we bought a machine
to wring the water from our clothes,
because there was no risk of bad weather inside.
SeparateYou are on the opposite sideSeparate in Free Verse More Like This
of this window.
Press your palm against the pane,
The heat of our fingers will
fog the glass,
and in this mist we create,
we will finally meet.
GodGod is in her rocking chair,God in Free Verse More Like This
wood creaking as she hums back and forth.
I want to climb onto her sun-warmed lap,
breathe in the smell of air dried dresses,
May breezes caught in her floral-print skirt.
Her hands are gentle as they stroke my hair,
her knitting going still when I rest my head
on her knees where her yarn was.
She holds me as I cry.
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 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
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.
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.
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.
After The RainAfter The RainAfter The Rain in Free Verse More Like This
Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me
Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end
And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell
To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all
A VisionA VisionA Vision in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Celibacy of thoughts
Hurts mind just like broken glass
From violated window panes
Makes sore feet bleed in extasy
When all the effort put into
Melting sand and cooling it
Is turned to waste
By just one kiss of
An eager stone
On a million perfect flaws
Of what once was
A single flawless perfection
Disturbed dreams dance
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleep
The Golden FeatherThe Golden FeatherThe Golden Feather in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Midsummer nights revive old tales
And magic long forgotten
Mayflies above the lake play scales
Clouds reflect fields of cotton
Cool soothing breeze tangles the hair
Of green carpets on meadows
Where butterflies and poppies share
Kisses nestled in shadows
So lightly, barely touching ground
There hand in hand walk lovers
Two hearts by velvet sunset crowned
Reign over fragile flowers
Like ancient phoenix earth is burned
Each evening in sun's tether
For us, fools, meant to crave and yearn
Stays love - a golden feather
At First SightAt First SightAt First Sight in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love at first sight
Gives you a right
To cross the street with eyes shut wide
For having fun
Just to hand in hand come undone
Chest light with glee
Give smiles for free
On your affection's spending spree
For each sweet crime
You find a rhyme
Your only judge remains the time
DilemmaDilemmaDilemma in Free Verse More Like This
Reach through the bubble
Orbits of shooting stars
Too flawless to be real
Those perfect circles suffocate
Crush the dormant fear
Memories of tomorrow drip down oh so loud
In a world where corners have not been invented
You're standing in your tears of joy
Or maybe it's another boy
Who offers you a scared gaze
From the mirror
Do you still wish truth's voice to sound clearer?
Pretty As A PicturePretty As A PicturePretty As A Picture in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Born as a spirit, shining elation
Clothed in a body, taught to feel shame
Shaped by prejudice and expectations
All in the name of civilisation
A nature savage needs to be tamed!
My surface polished by reservations
A pretty picture hung in golden frame
Fighting the dust; constant clarification
Nurtures misgivings, anticipation
Fear that in time nothing remains the same
Each crack and scratch brings me deliberation
Revives the longing my face to disclaim
My silence echoes with reverberation
Warns me from merciless retaliation
Of world that when beauty's gone forgets names
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
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
Dogwood RoseDogwood RoseDogwood Rose in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My dogwood rose, you jewel of the field
Don't rack my heart, please to my arms do yield
Trust I've seen one too many orchids gold
But what abounds in you they don't behold
You fragile beauty growing near the brook
Don't be mistaken by feathers of rook
To stranger's eyes I appear rather blunt
But in my black chest beats heart valiant
Oh, flower marked with summer's warmest scent
Can't you see how your fate with mine does blend?
To perish upon your petals I crave
This world for me hasn't a sweeter grave
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
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...
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... ←
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--
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...
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...?
3swerveSthat which comes from the mind3swerveS in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
does not adhere to concepts of time-
this space cannot be replaced by
any amount of days gone to waste-
but does something cease to exist
simply because it cannot be defined?
or does lack of definition give it
meaning by nature of it's design?
when i get to the top,
i'mma breathe all the air for you-
i'mma scatter clouds, and
i'mma make the sky more blue-
those things that are not right
i'mma fight to make them true-
it's a fight just to make it through somehow,
but now, here's to all the things i gotta do....
i saw you speakin' lies
with all the other less-than-distant types
seeking out their own demise
but these aren't just troubled times, (right?)
i'm just blind
i can't see when it's "storytime"
so i spite my mind to tighten up my spine
defeatisTmy eyes start to swirldefeatisT in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
vision is tunneled, frozen gaze
i'll fall while you dance n' twirl
i'll stumble with my broken ways
eclipsed in sound you cannot feel
it blocks any attempt to show...
what gets around to you has appeal
but it's not any better than what i know-
cuz the best is always
better than me
and the rest is always
catchin' up to me
so i'm left laughin'
at my dreams
i'm left laughin'
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...)
perfectly stiLLstoodperfectly stiLL in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
seek the thrill
the shriek of the static
peeking through the fabric of
the interesting and automatic
rise, and break
back to safety
just a minute too late
embrace the impact
that brought shambles
seemingly innocent things
or if you can act it
succumb to the needs
like the last step you took
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.
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
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.
No Matter What Keep OnIt comes; I hate it; I want it gone.No Matter What Keep On in Free Verse More Like This
It lies to me; I like it; I realize it's lying;
my world crashes down; I want it gone.
That sequence keeps repeating,
all the while I'm waiting
for this universe to throw a miracle
Why cry for things in the back of me?
Why go moping on about things
hoping for sympathy?
Why dive into infantile thinking
that has been the fall of so much
Yes, the fact is I put myself here,
and it hurts to see where I could be,
and where I have to go.
Is sadness and regret the same thing?
There's no point in having this pain,
but I can't exactly push a button
and have it exit from inside.
And knowing the cause of my hurt,
can't make it poetic how I feel.
I'm in a crib right now
and tears are close to coming out.
Just do better,
because tomorrow exists.
I have to keep on
no matter how easy,
and less stressful it looks
to give in.
I say to myself in times of hardship
that I won't stop;
even if I fail every time, don't quit.
I'll say it even when
FrenemiesEmily: I don't try and hurt you because I can if that were true, this would all be so much easier. No, I don't make you cry because I want you to...But because I don't want to. Everyday there's another standard put up, a new bar set lower in a game of limbo where the bar might as well be two inches from the floor. But the bar is also higher, not one of a game but of expectations! My parents treat me like a dog, telling me what to do is like teaching me a new trick and if I try to run away they hold me back and yell, "Heel!" and as much as I try and break away the leash gets tighter and tighter with each pull. I'm sorry I'm going off, ranting on. I don't know what else to tell you. Maybe one day we can be friends, going behind the scenes and being nice but being ugly to each other's faces. But either way, we'll always just be frenemiesFrenemies in Drama More Like This
Frank's MonologueFRANK: What's happening to me? Why do I feel so strong, so free, so (pauses, takes out pills and looks at them) happy no! (Throws down the pills) These are but just a prescribed opium, a hallucinogen on reality they blind me from the truth, which has NEVER been clearer, NEVER been more brilliant, NEVER been this enjoyable but is the truth worth it? (Takes out the engagement ring) To know how I truly feel about something? (picks up the pills) For the truth, that hurts my beloved but sets me free, or for the suppressor that calms me down, pins me up against the wall of my mind, and allows me to go through life without questioning but, wait. Am I questioning now? (Calls out) You hear me father? Are you listening? The alpha and the omega, the lord of all lords, the fucking hater-creator can you feel it? When one of your children bleeds for you? CFrank's Monologue in Drama More Like This