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MiracleYou were blinking in morse code,Miracle in Free Verse More Like This
something along the lines of
"I need help and I don't know how to cry."
And you said it wasn't the first time,
but that he'd never actually said...
he'd never actually...
he didn't ever put it like this.
He
He
He
He wanted out,
and maybe finding different homes
was a metaphor for loading
an imaginary bullet in that nonexistent gun,
that he swore he'd use if he didn't...
if he didn't love you so much.
You, the steadfast second son,
you the last handhold,
you were the twenty year old parent
to a fifty year old child
who lives hand to bottle
bottle to mouth
starting at eight in the mornin
The First Thunder of JuneI could tell from the wayThe First Thunder of June in Free Verse More Like This
the truck barreled down the road,
how its motor revved and caught on the air,
that a storm was coming.
The dog shook,
his twelve-year hips aching with the effort
of tucking his tail between his legs
in the hope that such displays of submission
would appease the weather.
They did not.
The sky turned feral and spat on the house.
While my old-hound panted
with his panic-wide eyes,
mine filled with awe and lightning.
HeartI imagine you're a child on a swing,Heart in Free Verse More Like This
legs pumping wildly as you call to me, shouting:
"Look, no hands!"
You stick your tongue at fate
and blow rasberries at common sense
before you hurtle into the dirt.
Little thing,
your lower lip trembles
at this new, familiar hurt.
I'm sympathetic,
but I let you cry there.
You've done this to yourself.
Maybe this time
marked your ninety-eighth fall, but
each bruise is different
and deserves tears of its own.
You reach for me to pick you up.
I always oblige.
I understand that part of your charm
lies in how you'll squirm from my arms--
always so anxious to get out again,
forgetting yo
More Than KismetThe world was a quiltMore Than Kismet in Free Verse More Like This
and we matched corners.
Somewhere in our patchwork
was the same thread,
woven.
It did not matter
that we weren't quite complimentary colors...
border to border we matched
and that was all we needed.
HeavyWhen you let me goHeavy in Free Verse More Like This
by the side of the road,
please remember the string
that you tied to my soul.
I'm the balloon you inflated
just to let go;
the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Why'd you have to cut this
delicate cord,
the thin wire trailing
from my heartbeat to yours?
Remember the science of
the desolate sky,
because the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
For the Man Who One Day Holds My HeartI want to be your Summer girl,For the Man Who One Day Holds My Heart in Free Verse More Like This
peaches, sunshine,
and August thunder.
I want to be the Autumn hearted,
colorful and always falling,
vibrant.
And I could be your Winter bride,
clean and innocent,
blushing on the snow,
while my spirit smelled of Spring,
smiling with the lilacs,
every kiss a crocus.
We'd be more than seasonal lovers,
but steadfast as the years and
ever-dancing with the Earth.
Ninety-nineIt probably feels like a broken sigh,Ninety-nine in Free Verse More Like This
witnessing a century of repetition and change,
becoming a testament to human tenacity,
and watching too many wars on television.
The nursing home is too sterile for you,
but as your children near sixty,
with problems of their own,
you have no place in their houses.
While everybody visits,
they never stay for long enough.
you are lonely.
Your daydreams are like old jazz records--
sometimes you confuse them with memory.
Were you really such a beauty on your suburb streets?
Did you really love that boy so completely?
Perhaps you have forgotten.
Exiting DreamsSome mornings my eyes shoot open,Exiting Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
and I am left gasping because
I have fallen sudden out of dreaming
and didn't expect to land so hard.
With the way my hair splays out,
jigsaw curls twisting this way and that,
I wonder if I passed through lightning
on my way down.
Why else would I wake electrified?
Pulse racing,
eyes blue and dialating,
grinning at the sun even though
sleep is freedom,
so the daylight's my jailor.
Or maybe it's my savior because
I have heard that if you die in dreams
you won't wake in this world either.
And how many times have I gotten caught by the ankle,
running from a faceless nightmare
only to up and
Half-Past a Different Kind of BrokenTrauma looks like my kitchen clock.Half-Past a Different Kind of Broken in Free Verse More Like This
The hours,
minutes,
they are dead
and the second hand stutters,
heartbroken.
I imagine every inconsequential twitch
is a plea for the freedom
it will never see again.
When its futile heart finally gives out,
I won't try to fix the timepiece
because after all its wasted sufferings,
allowing again such a disjointed tic
would be a deeper level of cruelty.
07.07.12Maybe it's the music,07.07.12 in Free Verse More Like This
or how I'm sitting cross-legged
with my soul like a bird on my shoulder;
the way my hair sits loose in a messy bun,
face devoid of makeup
and heart full of words too big
for pocket-change emotions.
For reasons I can't understand,
(that's forever never knowing,
or at least not for a while,)
I feel beautiful.
Like a SongI want to hold your hand,Like a Song in Free Verse More Like This
like a song
that we compose
under candlelight stars.
Your major thirds
clash with my perfect octaves.
And as you take my hand,
you lose yourself
In the crowd of people dancing.
I want to embrace you,
like a song,
tenderly kissing my lips
with sweet ecstasy.
Your crescendos
meld into my decrescendo.
And as you hold me,
I lose myself,
In the warmth of your wool sweater.
I want to kiss you,
like a song,
embracing my ears
with dulcet tones.
Your harmonies
intertwining with mine.
And as you twirl me around
we lose ourselves
in the arms of our winter melody.
©2013
Hesitant SeasonsHark! The sound of the morning larkHesitant Seasons in Free Verse More Like This
echoes off the empty hazelnut shells
stirring creatures into wakefulness.
Iridescence emulating from Dawn's
trembling breaths.
Alas! The winds of foreign lands
test the strength of bending boughs.
Interlocking with each gust
of wind from far south of here,
narrating the song of the breeze.
Woe! Woe to the Summer's birds,
intruding on Autumn's doorstep,
letting rain nip at their talons as they
listen to falling leaves,
bereft of their homes.
Enter! The familiar scent, petrichor,
twisting through the air,
holding onto the last moments of its
existence as the leaves start to
decompose slowl
Skeletons in The ClosetUnspoken words hang,Skeletons in The Closet in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
like skeletons in closets,
of childhood homes.
© 2012
Reminiscing on the PastReaching out, grasping a hold on reality,Reminiscing on the Past in Free Verse More Like This
yet losing something on the way.
A simple gesture, a slip in composure,
nearly invisible to the human eye.
What can one do?
Heartache cannot be erased,
yet maybe it's the hurt that heals,
allowing you to move on.
Remember those times I'd call you "silly"?
Everything seemed so wonderful,
you had not a care in the world,
of course that meant neither did I.
Unbelievable, that we made it so far,
on such unstable terrain,
never quite letting a smile slip on rocky ground.
My mask stopped fitting the mold,
you seemed to have loosened it,
making it no longer stay on my face.
I remember the f
Foreign FlowersElegant petals of foreign flowers,Foreign Flowers in Free Verse More Like This
mystery enfolding.
Preying on delicate blossoms,
tempting them with nectar sweet.
Ingenious, really.
Narcissus flowers blooming quickly,
easily capturing and
slowly encompassing the
souls of the lost.
© 2012
A Prescription for LoveI've always thought that love was blind,A Prescription for Love in Free Verse More Like This
maybe it is,
but so am I.
It seems my glasses don't fit the prescription,
and the emotion is blurred,
just a nonsense description.
I tried contacts one day,
it took hours to get them in,
and realize I was looking the wrong way.
But the contacts weren't strong enough to see,
the blindingly obvious truth,
that you'd always been there to worry about me.
My eyesight continuously deteriorated,
to the point where everything,
or anyone I could see was manipulated.
As it got worse I thought of removing the eyes,
using my senses to see,
but does not love see from the mind?
I thought about lase
Red Skies in the MorningUnder the cover of the clouds,Red Skies in the Morning in Free Verse More Like This
near the break of dawn,
down by the rushing streams,
every creature stops to listen.
Running through the valley,
a river flows clear and true,
proceeding into forests,
pushing fallen leaves and branches.
Rapids help the fallen along,
entwining them together.
Calamity of daybreak,
is revealed by the sunlight.
Afire with compassion,
the sky turns to red,
every boat casts it's anchor,
dreading the sea's constant change.
© 2012
Fall in Love With MeDistant,Fall in Love With Me in Free Verse More Like This
aren't you my dear?
Ever so distant....
as if our hands had never intertwined,
had never felt each other's warmth.
But that was only but a dream,
was it not,
my darling?
Alas, you are not mine,
were not mine,
is that not correct?
I have no right to call you darling, dearest, love.
I am merely just a girl,
one who saw you in a dream,
yet the dream was so sweet,
so real,
so...lovely.
We've met,
yes, many times, I believe,
yet, how can you not see?
See that there's nothing wrong,
aye, there's nothing wrong,
with falling in love with me...
© 2012
Love is....?Indescribable, the heart and the mind,Love is....? in Free Verse More Like This
dreaming in sync,
once upon a time.
Not once did it seem possible,
two opposites working together,
keeping each other stable,
never failing.
Only when they work in unison,
when the world's still spinning,
holding onto whatever's left within.
Ostentatious, almost,
why they work,
together, ever so close.
Observing each other,
focusing and memorizing,
eagerly reminding each other,
every moment, that when working together they create:
Love.
© 2012
Starling SongIn the soft hours of May mornings,Starling Song in Free Verse More Like This
hallowed by the sweet song of starlings,
oak trees listen close,
passionately, the music grows,
expectantly it fades away,
yellow hues now, on a spring's day.
Over hills, valleys, fields, it travels.
Under bridges, skies, buildings, it revels.
Flowing in unison with forest streams,
entering into an artist's dreams.
Elegantly, setting itself down,
leveling itself with the ground.
But the music never comes to a halt,
exceeding itself, never making a fault.
Treble clef mixed with bass,
triumphantly, the music plays.
Evening comes, the day has gone,
ravens continue the starlings' song.
© 2
SuffocationI found a vintage denim jacketSuffocation in Free Verse More Like This
in the bottom of my mother's closet,
underneath a black-and-white montage
of shoebox photographs with burned edges.
Like she had been trying to asphyxiate
the memory of my father
but kept coming up for air.
Off TopicIt takes twelve minutesOff Topic in Free Verse More Like This
to assemble sixteen desks
in a perfect circle.
Or as perfect as I can get it.
Then it takes another hour
for the first stragglers to wander in, seating themselves.
The professor always arrives seven
minutes before class begins.
He sits on the left side
while discourse flows easily among
the discordant voices.
The exchange rate on ideas
is ten seconds of silence for a halting opinion,
unsure of itself,
but backed up with a quoted passage
from page one twenty-three, read aloud then cut off -
contradicted by a second opinion.
The first voice breathes easy;
the spotlight eyes are elsewhere.
In the
Throttling BackTime travel doesn't look like anything – no machine, no Anti-Smash lights, no slow descent through space and time and stars watching the planets rush by – only a distant squeak of fingernails on a chalkboard or rusted hinges as the memories come flooding back. Each memory is tied to a sensation, an emotion, be it the sight of a faded photograph or that salty twinge associated with Play-Doh; I remember being six and watching my father unlace his boots, stamping out the salt from the sole before storing them near the radiator to drive away the cold toes of the next morning. The image is tied so strongly to a sense of hero-worship thatThrottling Back in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Second Impressions"Professor Bradley?"Second Impressions in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He turned from the copier to respond to the voice behind him. One of the girls from his Literature class stood half in the doorway, one hand on the frame, the other gripping the satchel slung over her shoulder.
"How can I help you, Miss... Fanshaw was it?"
"Yes. I had a question about our first assignment if you don't mind?"
He caught the question in her tone. A shy one, then. He tended to be rather fond of his quieter students – they didn't make waves and turned everything in on time. They made up for the boisterous ones.
"Ask away – I always have time for my students." He pulled the stack of sheets from t
PhysicalityTo the girl that cut her hair,Physicality in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We can finally see your face.
Sincerely,
You have lovely eyes.
To the lady with the hooked nose,
We all know the secret now - the bigger the nose, the better the cookies.
Sincerely,
Thanks for returning our ball.
To the girl that tans too much,
Cancer doesn't care about your implants.
Sincerely,
Enjoy them while they last.
To the girl with an hourglass figure,
You are running out of time.
Sincerely,
Just eat something, please.
To the woman with a plastic face,
Make all the modifications you want; you're still ugly on the inside.
Sincerely,
Surgery can't fix that.
One Hundred and EightTheOne Hundred and Eight in Free Verse More Like This
soul
of a
poem is
not found by clapping
iambic pentameter beats
but, sometimes, the syllable count does, in fact matter.
Only to make a point concerning the folly of equating numbers to meaning
where there may not be any to be found. The caesura in the middle is just that;
a caesura. That you may interpret as you please.
One hundred and eight syllables
may, or may not, mean
a damn thing
when the
verse
ends.
HalfI learned about flowersHalf in Free Verse More Like This
by splitting apart their stems
with precision and an Exacto knife;
but I learned about fractions
from the boy who kept one half of a red chrysanthemum
and gave me the other.
Little ManShe considered herself a feminist, but when her man wanted her to do something, she did it. It didn't matter what it was, when he called she was there in an instant.Little Man in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She tiptoed into the room, careful not to wake him and peered into the crib where he slept soundly with a Pikachu doll.
One Way TicketI have always known that I will die on a train.One Way Ticket in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I used to wait for Death at the railroad tracks. Some days I would kick off my shoes and balance on the rails. Other days I would lie on the tracks and count the stars. He never came for me, but it's okay – I understand.
I saw him once through the window of a passenger train, scythe leaning against the glass. He was reading the newspaper. He glanced up long enough to see me waving and offered a nod in return. I watched him go as long as I could, until the last car was a dot on the sun, and I finally turned away to find summer was now autumn and my shoes were full of dust.
I crunched my t
Will-o'-the-wispShe wears a necklace madeWill-o'-the-wisp in Free Verse More Like This
of bones,
ossified phalanges gripping
her throat
like a rasping phantom.
Her heart is hard
and heavy,
full of dust and debts
unpaid.
Her corset is laced
too tight;
her ribs are being crushed
by lace
and internal pressures crawling
up her throat,
where the necklace chokes them all
back down.
They never found her
lover's head,
guillotined under train wheels when
he tripped
over rails hidden from the pool
of light
cast by the cast-iron lantern.
The railroad
men said it was a tragedy.
She said
he was pushed.
They carried
her by the arm, back to her porch swing
and left.
The hushed glow of distant
lanterns
beckons;
Fish TankI think we were dressed more like caricaturesFish Tank in Free Verse More Like This
Of characters from movies, games and television programmes
Or the front men of bands we listened to,
With your belts, black hair and jewellery
And me with my thick make-up
And your girlfriend's jeans I was wearing.
Between the two of us she could've worn anything
But usually it was shorts and a vest.
We went from one retail park to another
Playing games with each yellow car that passed,
Not quite like I did in primary school.
It was the pet shop we wanted
To buy gold fish for your tank.
We hadn't expected the questions and seriousness
Of the store assistants stance.
We had to wait
Tread LightlyTread LightlyTread Lightly in Free Verse More Like This
It's a year on from the time they split
And he's doing chalk drawings
On the same pavements
People spit phlegm and chewing gum
And at night piss and vomit on.
The images last long enough for photographs
That he'll pin on his wall
Where her paintings used to hang.
Instead of attempting to find another course
Or returning to how he was before it,
He teaches art skills to troubled children
At the youth centre and at the prison beside it.
The pavement sketches are a hobby
To prove that the less life of something
The more important it seems. He has discovered urgency.
She continued on the art course,
Producing piec
Change as CartographyChange as CartographyChange as Cartography in Free Verse More Like This
My face is changing.
I feel it when pressing fingertips
Into my cheekbones
And where my bottom jaw
Meets the twice pierced ear.
It protrudes with clenched teeth –
In anger; in awe; in hiding tears in public.
The muscle comes and defines
The angle of my head when I tilt it.
The hair on my top lip darkens.
It gives the razor an excuse
To know my face.
The skin seems younger
Stretched across my skeleton,
It has now discovered my age:
I am twenty.
Each morning I shave
And note the growth.
I'm used to the stench
And the feel
Of disinfectant and bleach.
And bleach on my hands,
The scent clings hour
EducationEducationEducation in Free Verse More Like This
I skipped school to be there
On the day you drove us
To the garage-cum-showroom
Where you brought your second hand Vauxhall from.
The mechanics removed the botch-job radio
And used their tools on the electronics
Behind the cracked dashboard.
In the reception room I looked at your then friend –
The girl you thought me suited to.
On command I fell for her
And tried to find her features more appealing.
That night I asked to be her boyfriend
As she alphabetized my DVD collection.
She told me no and left soon after.
The coffee machine was more interesting
Than looking at the novel she was reading.
Beside it was th
Somewhere in ScandinaviaShe stands barefoot on broken glassSomewhere in Scandinavia in Free Verse More Like This
and precious stones,
wearing white cotton
with crumpled cuffs and collar.
Unbuttoned at the neck
and the leg,
her shirt billows with the wind,
making shapes of her silhouette
that exaggerates the size of the space
between her thighs.
Under a conifer tree
in a forest-full of them,
she feels the frost on bare breasts,
and in the black tangled length of her hair.
Her vast dark eyes are sunken
and stare in one direction.
She swore she saw a man there
standing in the freezing wind
that turns her pink lips pale.
With her HandI have always thought less of the leechWith her Hand in Free Verse More Like This
For needing another's life force
To sustain itself.
I have corrected this assumption.
I need her lips on my forehead
And her hand in mine
To keep depression more of a conversation topic
When we are together.
Feeling sleepless is bearable
If she's there to share my bed with.
It's like thinking, except there's responses.
That state is a kind of conduit;
Sex then is communication,
A heightened sense where we confess
Ourselves to one another.
As she lays on hands
My mind and spirit feel the benefit also.
Our CatalystNo sunset comes closeOur Catalyst in Free Verse More Like This
To the bruises we saw formed
In the night sky
Above an angry city.
As we watched from the window
We discussed those colours
Like the way we talked
About each other's eyes.
We sent secret messages
In the form of our poetry,
A sort of statement and response
About roses and accidental affection
That was harmful with our timing.
The more open the direction,
The closer we became.
Until on a Friday in March
We made love for the first time.
You cut my chest and my shoulder blades
With your nails
Leaving my tattoos wounded.
You bit my neck harder than those before you
And made me forget
The situation we we
Figure of EightFigure of EightFigure of Eight in Free Verse More Like This
The dream catcher in her ear –
Pinned to the skin
With a stud of folded steel –
Catches the night terrors
Of her lover and travels
Through her flesh
And into her own soul.
Around her neck is jewellery,
Hand crafted
As one-off commissions
That only know one body
Unless they are passed on
And so to her troubled lover
She gave the Native American necklace
That, with two twists, fits around his wrist
Like a Mobius strip.
Bruises from YouthBruises from YouthBruises from Youth in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I will exchange these tattoos for bruises
And collect the set of raspberry coloured wounds
That travel down from flesh to bone.
I know what I must do
To make them stay
In the hotel of my skin.
At six ft three I feel small
Like two children
Standing on the other's shoulders,
Wearing a trench coat
To disguise their youth.
A boot polish beard convinces some,
I've not yet fully figured out the trick.
So Spaceman SleepThe spaceman died on soilSo Spaceman Sleep in Free Verse More Like This
of the planet he was born on
and not in endless space,
open with stars and detritus.
His words were a constant
on promotional posters
and part of the general memory;
a consensus after our boys
were Earth bound again.
The world watched him walking
as he claimed that satellite for us.
GreyThe rain outside-Grey in Free Verse More Like This
It reminds me of you.
And that empty chair-
It reminds me of you.
The sleepless nights-
They remind me of you.
And this trembling heart-
Reminds me too.
MomIt's your birthday soon.Mom in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah,
Yours.
I kind of wonder if you wouldn't want us to remember.
You wouldn't want to make us hurt,
You wouldn't want to make us cringe
Beneath the force
Of lost and found memories
-Which weigh so much more than you.-
You had wanted a party,
Back before
You didn't.
You wanted a huge bash to celebrate
Your life.
It was going to be Saturday.
There would be balloons
And streamers
And all the people who you loved,
Who loved you too.
We're still all going to be there Saturday.
Minus the balloons,
Take away the streamers,
Add some crying
-A lot of crying.-
We'll still be there
Celebr
Cloud HandsA cloud in the shape of a hand stretches out from the grey-blue sky, as if beckoning for me. I am tempted to answer, ready to reach out and take hold, when my fingers meet glass. By the time the glass is sitting in shards about my feet, glittering like diamonds in the setting sun and tainted by my own blood which has made my once green shirt red and my once pale skin dark, the hand has vanished into the sky. I jump to catch onto the remaining threads, but I fall instead. The ground meets me with no courtesies.Cloud Hands in Short Stories More Like This
I wake up later in the hospital, surrounded by white walls which offer no replacement to my suddenly lacking memories. There are ban
AloneWhen you're all alone,Alone in Free Verse More Like This
Because you will be,
One day,
Just whisper to the wind,
And I'll hear you.
I'll hear you and I'll know that you remember me.
And know that I, too,
Remember you.
The WallOne wall's painted beige in attempt to disturb the infinite-ness of the white, but it doesn't work.The Wall in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She's sitting on a bed, her legs dangling over the edge and just brushing against the floor. It's cold. She can feel the tickle of carpet each time her foot swings back and forth.
The wall opposite still hasn't changed; nothing has. She's staring and soon she can't remember why. She can't remember anything, now. That white-ness all around swells up in the corners of her vision where she can never quite look.
She sits there for hours. There isn't a single word which breaks into her head- Thoughts are something she had back when she could t
Every Single DayYou see that sometimes there's nowhere else to go.Every Single Day in Free Verse More Like This
You wonder why,
You wonder why.
You see all the city lights crumbling into dust.
You give up all your trust,
You give up all your trust.
And every day there's someone knocking on the door
Don't let them in, it's not what you had bargained for.
It seems okay when you're staring through empty window panes,
But there's not a promise that can be made,
That can't be broken.
So There's This CliffThere's this cliff-So There's This Cliff in Free Verse More Like This
I'm kind of standing on the edge,
But it's not actually that scary.
Well, it is,
When the light hits it at the right angle.
But usually its just freaking huge,
And the fall is freaking steep,
And I don't really want to trip.
Sometimes I stand there
And wonder what it would be like to take the jump myself.
You know,
Just go for it.
Get it over with.
I think I'm going to fall eventually,
We're all supposed to, right?
But then it scares me because I wonder what waits at the bottom.
It could be pillows.
Maybe.
If some one was considerate enough to leave some behind for me.
Or maybe it's sharpened ro
HumanYou're allowed to cryHuman in Free Verse More Like This
And it's okay to lie.
Being human is a part of you
I just wish I could be human too.
GoodnightI close my eyesGoodnight in Free Verse More Like This
And behind the shut door light is blinding me.
I try to turn away
But I am only caught up in the games the lights play.
As they dance in the air
I try to sleep but the sky won't rest.
As the moon slips behind warm blankets
The sun leaps from bed,
And even as the clouds draw closed the blinds and say goodnight
I am still here.
The light is still flickering.
The mountains that whisper lullabies now struggle with the night.
A million night-lights shimmer on the hillside,
No one wants to sleep.
My bed is cold and my skin itches
But my eyes sink close.
And still beyond my window the air that should be s
Sun BeamsI was lying in a beam of sunSun Beams in Free Verse More Like This
Watching the world turn
Through my window
It went away
Because it always does
And I bid it farewell like every other day
It didn't come back
For a few weeks
(Winter will do that)
So I lay down on the floor anyways
Pretending there were soft arms of sun
Wrapping around my shoulders
(Even when there weren't)
And I fell asleep there
Until someone came in and asked me
"What are you doing?"
And I realized I had no response
So I closed my eyes one more time
And only opened them
When I was lying in a sun beam
Again.
Heart of TearsIt doesn't seem to stop,Heart of Tears in Free Verse More Like This
It can't stop.
Everyday, a salty taste is left
In my throat, in my stinging eyes
My aching heart.
There's no room for anything else
Anything more than tears.
It's overwhelming
Overflowing
Filling me up.
There's no stopping
No halting the flow
It will just keep pouring
This grief I wish I didn't know
Has encompassed all of my heart now
It's moving on, moving past
Nothing now can last
I'm all full of tears
Sobbing where nobody can hear.
My heart made of tears
Is overflowing now.
It's moving through my body
Till I can't move, I'm so full of sadness.
Nothing can shake me of my depression
I've becom
Can't Change a ThingI can't protect you.Can't Change a Thing in Free Verse More Like This
I can't take away your sadness
Your tears
Your pain.
I'm no guardian angel
I'm no warrior.
I can't comfort you
Because when death strikes
Nobody can.
Because death changes everything.
We miss them.
We can't miss them.
The pain is too much to bear.
But we can't break.
We can't.
We have to.
Just break down
Because we can't change a thing.
When a person's heart stops
When they don't breathe
When they stop
Living.
We break apart.
I can't be your strength
And lift you back up onto your feet.
I can't be your pain and sadness
And run away so you never have to see
A hint of me again.
You'll know I'm ou
New BeginningA new beginningNew Beginning in Free Verse More Like This
A new start
Comes at the beginning of every day.
As the sun rises
Marking the clouds with fading colours.
That is a new beginning.
As the rain falls
To the ground,
Refreshing parched earth.
That is a new beginning.
As the clouds move past the cities
Fields, plains,
Over mountains and trees
And disappear from sight.
That is a new beginning.
A new beginning
Is the start of a new day.
A new beginning
Can begin with a moment
Of forgiveness
When all is finally done with
And there is closure,
There is an end.
That is a new beginning.
Take hold of it.
To a StrangerIt is only to strangerTo a Stranger in Free Verse More Like This
That I can open my heart.
It is only to a stranger
That I can speak my mind.
Only to a stranger
Am I truly myself.
Only to a stranger
Can I act as I wish
Can I be what I wish.
Others have only expectations
Of what the past me has done.
They suspect
What the future me will do.
Do they see the present me?
Only a stranger
Has no expectations.
Because they've got nothing to expect
From another perfect stranger.
Only a stranger
Can see the present me
Because that's all they can see.
Only a stranger.
A person unknown.
A person who doesn't know
Me.
And my perfect stranger,
The one with no expectations
High up in the SkyHigh up in the skyHigh up in the Sky in Free Verse More Like This
Above where the birds fly
There lies
Against the blue skies
Fluffy whiteness
Against blue brightness.
High up in the sky
Above where the birds fly
Darkened grey
Darkening the day
Granting raindrops
To fall upon the rooftops.
High up in the sky
Above where the birds fly
Are the clouds.
Untouchable, unreachable
And oh so free
A way that I can never be.
Thank YouThank you so muchThank You in Free Verse More Like This
For being there always.
Thank you so much
For wanting to be there always.
Thank you
For being the first guy to say
'I like you'.
Thank you
For being yourself.
Thank you
For letting me like you.
Thank you
Simply for being the first guy I said
'I like you' to.
Thank you.
Thank you for being a friend
A comforter, for talking to me
Any time, about any thing.
Thank you for being my friend
Though I'm crazy and violent.
Thank you for everything you've done for me.
For pushing me to be honest.
All I've got are thank you's.
All it seems that I can give you
Are two words that can't express
All my feelings.
B
Pitter PatterRain fallingPitter Patter in Free Verse More Like This
People sleeping
Sun setting
Setting rain aglow.
Down below
The rooftops glisten
People sleep and listen
The new night begins to begin.
Raindrop after raindrop
Patter onto the rooftop
A new journey can't stop
For the newest raindrop
Begins to fall.
It starts off feeling tall
Yet as it starts to fall
This almost perfect ball
Knows it will break.
It shatters a little late
In harmony with fate
Its brethren can't wait
For it to fall into the ground.
Below a mound
Hearts pound
As raindrops patter
As raindrops pitter
Into its shelter
Helter-skelter.
A simple little raindrop
It's journey will soon stop
As it
Head in the SandPeople can choose toHead in the Sand in Free Verse More Like This
Just keep their head in the sand.
Just bury their eyes in their own world.
Just keep out reality.
Believe there's no other lands.
I did.
I buried my head so deep,
I was foolish enough to believe
That I did see the world.
And I went to sleep
Believing the world was okay.
But the sand melted around me,
Became glass.
I was trapped in a glass ball
And I could see around me.
For miles and miles,
People with their heads,
Hearts, and minds in the sand.
People trapped in false smiles
As they look at death and carnage
Because if they don't believe life is alright
Then the only thing real
The only thing left
PassionThat which fill us up,Passion in Free Verse More Like This
That which becomes us,
Who we are,
What we do,
Even how we think.
That is passion.
It is an all-consuming fire,
Love,
Hate,
Revenge,
The bloodlust in war,
The love in sex,
All these things.
They are passion.
It is what drives us,
What makes the mundane
Our love.
Our passion is what gives us joy,
Fulfilling our passion,
Bliss.
The colour red,
Love and hate,
War and coitus,
These are filled with passion.
Passion is the driving force
Behind what we do.
A passion for life
Is why we live the way we do.
Drive, passion,
Same thing with different words in essence.
It is the all-consuming emotion
Blank CanvasWhen we are born,Blank Canvas in Free Verse More Like This
We're naught but a blank canvas.
A white wall,
And someone else is holding the brush.
A parent takes hold,
Then friends,
Teachers,
Even colleagues and boyfriends or girlfriends
Paint what we should become,
'Smart,
Pretty,
Headstrong,
Broken,
Loved,
Unloved,
Worthless,
Priceless.'
Our beliefs,
What we believe is born through experiences
Painted onto us
By others.
But one day,
We'll hold our own paintbrush,
Wrest it from the hands of others
Who stand behind us
Noting every single change.
And sometimes,
The power of that brush,
Whose every stroke changes us
It's too much.
We're too young.
So we ha
The Blind Man DancingThe Blind Man DancingThe Blind Man Dancing in Free Verse More Like This
May smooth curves of your lips be the pillow
On that my soul can rest in peace
Warmed by your breath, the only thing to lean on
When our human days run out of sun
In streets of town now emptied by cold drizzle
I saw there dancing a blind man
Who compared creator to narrator
And turned my longings into snowflakes
Sitting themselves down on shoulders of us both
Now closer to each other than ever, forever apart
Like dreams those came true long ago
Still haunting what is left of us after they left
Maybe he's right that love is born of decay
For sometimes it is nothing more
And still we keep it in our inner po
After The RainAfter The RainAfter The Rain in Free Verse More Like This
Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me
Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end
And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell
To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all
A VisionA VisionA Vision in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Celibacy of thoughts
Hurts mind just like broken glass
From violated window panes
Makes sore feet bleed in extasy
When all the effort put into
Melting sand and cooling it
Is turned to waste
By just one kiss of
An eager stone
On a million perfect flaws
Of what once was
A single flawless perfection
Disturbed dreams dance
Celebrating tomorrows
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleep
Ribcage SymphoniesRibcage SymphoniesRibcage Symphonies in Free Verse More Like This
Passion has no taste
It just burns your tongue
While fingers compose symphonies
On nameless ribcages
Black widows don't label their pets
Other than with dull numbers
Making disappointing engagements
Worthwhile episodes of a life wasted
On selfish charity, superiority
Damage of clarity of human heart
Dwelling frightened, cracked and murky
In its fragile shell
Soul is a carton box
That implodes in heavy rain
While rays of sun in a marmalade jar
Mean a miracle, if piled up carefully
A man says he met God in the subway
What most don't want to listen to
See, mirror is the one true friend
As it always smiles
Charcoal NymphCharcoal NymphCharcoal Nymph in Free Verse More Like This
Last night I saw no stars
Only dreams those whipped
The canvas of my bedsheets
Eagerly like sugarcane
They say heavenly lanterns
Upon sinners do not shine
But don't my lips pray fervently
To your lips every night?
There's a thin line between
Damnation and salvation
And it feels strangely tempting
To dance across it blindfolded
Dressed in just faith
In that your heart is true
I'm condemned, bareheaded
And longing for you
A pagan nymph
From ancient wise books
No good for your prophets
An angel for you
With purest charcoal
You've drawn wings on my back
For your passion's painted
With red and black
The Golden FeatherThe Golden FeatherThe Golden Feather in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Midsummer nights revive old tales
And magic long forgotten
Mayflies above the lake play scales
Clouds reflect fields of cotton
Cool soothing breeze tangles the hair
Of green carpets on meadows
Where butterflies and poppies share
Kisses nestled in shadows
So lightly, barely touching ground
There hand in hand walk lovers
Two hearts by velvet sunset crowned
Reign over fragile flowers
Like ancient phoenix earth is burned
Each evening in sun's tether
For us, fools, meant to crave and yearn
Stays love - a golden feather
A Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's Psalm in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His features shows me every face
I meet in crowd of empty space
Long ago I have lost control
Merciful devil, bless my soul
My eyes give his figure a smack
Leaving stigmata on his back
Draw him nearer's my only goal
Merciful devil, bless my soul
Darkest night to me reveals trace
To Lune's cold silver ears I howl
Deliver him to my embrace!
Merciful devil, bless my soul
Here I stand, hailing deities black
Begging them to hallow my prowl
Make him mine, let me meet my rack
Merciful devil, bless my soul
FayrouzFayrouzFayrouz in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your soul is silent but not still
Like storm upon lavender hill
It comes from where wild horses run
To find the place where sleeps the sun
Warm winter nights go darker blue
Just like the peace I find in you
Together we sail heaven's plains
Direction changes, aim remains
Sky's wastelands and your ebony eyes
Lead me where passion multiplies
There we can hear the seahorse sing
And find the price of everything
Sands of time swallow human fate
Sweet juicy flesh is just a bait
For star-dust from the milky way
Tomorrow's memories to repay
"Love knows no border" I've been told...
Just two warm palms heart to uphold,
Eye of
Abysmal InfinityAbysmal InfinityAbysmal Infinity in Free Verse More Like This
Night - for moth an opportunity
Close to abysmal infinity
Knows quite too well
About the swell
Of souls knocking at gates of hell
To trade their singularity
For any kind of quality
Of human spell
"Love" you might tell
Where lonely ones in couples dwell
For moments of eternity
In halls of tainted clarity
'Till sounds the knell
And poisonous smell
Of thorns helps rose's passion quell
Beyond HorizonBeyond HorizonBeyond Horizon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come, take my hand, sweet little boy
Let's run as fast as lightning
To place filled with laughter of joy
From nightly visions frightening
Keep creepy shadows on the walls
And ghosts behind the curtain
Go with me soar through open door
To where there's no more hurting
The morning star will bless our skies
No vicious smirks of demon
Dust on the road will heal the eyes
And poor wounded heart bleeding
Don't be afraid of anything
Hidden beyond horizon
Just make sure to not loosen grip
On hands of angels guiding
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love in Free Verse More Like This
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Le
AttachedI grew roots for my heartAttached in Free Verse More Like This
in every twisted chamber
Hitting the ground, deep down layers of earth
There, sleeps every vein I have
Fields of Golden WheatMy fingers travel through your hair, fields of golden wheatFields of Golden Wheat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your lips have the taste of an ancient salty ocean
My childhood dreams of blue birds and their heartbeat
The delicate fragrance coming from eastern lands
The softness of a delighted soul and your sunlight
The black wings of a sad night and my heart in your hands
I listen to you, the language of birds, the mystery tone remains
I hide you, inside my eyelids, between the layers of my heart
Where you choose to live; mixed with every color in my veins
Black and White world VS Rainbow bucketThe gentle touch of your lips on my cold foreheadBlack and White world VS Rainbow bucket in Free Verse More Like This
The soft kiss on my palms, and I wake up, I look at you
You say It's morning, you say you love me, then you leave
Do you know what you leave behind , It is not me
Now, the world is black and white, all is concrete and ugly
The walls are pure cement and sand, and open land
There are weeds growing on the bed, and I cannot leave
When the black and white world sits behind my back,
Watches, waits for me to move, I will not move
Keeps taking all the light, dims my hopes and breathes my air
I cannot look, I cannot pray, I cannot make a sound
I crawl in bed, my arms a
A Letter to my FatherFather,A Letter to my Father in Letters More Like This
Today, It's been nine months and nineteen days since I left. Three thousand kilometers of distance. This is the longest period of time that we have been apart. I miss you, I remember you all the time. Suddenly, I remember things I did not think about before, suddenly they all keep jumping in my face, so many memories, some warm, some cold, some tough, and some just beautiful.
Do you know that I can remember the days you were teaching me the Arabic alphabet and the French Alphabet. Whenever we have a guest, I run to them and start shouting " A,B,C,D,E,F......." Th
Where the world makes senseI let my head on this pillow, everytime I sinkWhere the world makes sense in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where all the heavy thoughts rest and the heart sings
Between the world's pain and my agony, there is a place
I close the eyes, I breathe, I rise and I'm there again
I am the same child again,chasing the summer breeze
Carrying all the colorful dreams on my shoulders
With eyes as big as the waves, and a heart where birds nest
There, where every butterfly takes colors from my palms
And the thirsty deers come drink from my spring
There where the world made sense
I am there, and the restless mind is home for peace
When you told me joy had features and a face, my face
I touch the sandy be
I am a PoetYou ask me who I am , where did I come fromI am a Poet in Free Verse More Like This
I say: I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words
My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation
I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret
I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill
I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world
The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers
The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow
I create my words from the tissue of my veins
I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids
I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines
My word
Peace in AgonyThe same place, the same five inches spacePeace in Agony in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My pain is laughing at my last smile
The eyes are blind this morning, every morning
My voice disappeared, drowned inside me
Lying here and time running behind me
How does a world shrink and squeeze you
How does a heart find peace in agony
Getting so small, smaller than yesterday,
My world is smaller everyday, in every single way
Smaller than this small window
Smaller than the smallest cube of sugar
Smaller than the crumbs on my carpet
Smaller than all the dreams I had
Bigger than all the dreams I still have
I Don't Even Know Where To BeginI don't even know where to beginI Don't Even Know Where To Begin in Free Verse More Like This
Shall I start with your hobbies
Or where you've been?
What's your middle name
And what's your favorite sin?
The list goes on forever
And I don't even know where to begin.
Do you like long walks in the park
And day dreaming in the dark?
Do you pass love notes in class
Or do you carve them in tree bark?
There's so much I want to know
And I don't even know where to begin.
So let's start with what I know...
I know you rock, and I know you roll
I know you're shy, not afraid to cry
And I know your heart
Is as pure as your soul.
You're as infinite as the sun
And I've only just begun
St
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
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
A Word or Two for the Girl I LoveYou,A Word or Two for the Girl I Love in Free Verse More Like This
More captivating than the midnight moon
have made me happier than I've been in years,
Lost for ever so long, you've walked me through this maze,
you've banished my doubts and fears,
With a love that is anything but wrong,
let our love song sing on through tears,
Because every morning,
of every day,
You
are the reason my sun appears.
I Love You Babe <3
Sleep.Sleep. Sleep, and dream.Sleep. in Free Verse More Like This
Dream the dreams of darkness, and know that the darkness is familiar.
It is the darkness that fills the hole in my soul, a black, endless void where life has no meaning.
It is the darkness of depression, and through circumstances beyond anyone's control, it has been passed on to you, as a burden to carry, to share with those who care the most, because together, all can lift it.
Dream. Dream, and sleep.
CatsJust the other day I was walkin down the streetCats in Free Fella More Like This
When I ran into a cat that didn't have enough to eat
Felt sorry for the fella, brought 'im back to my place
And when I showed 'im 'is house he scratched me in the face. :/
The cats own the humans not the other way around
All the humans appear when the cat makes a sound
"Feed him, pet him, what is it now?"
But humans don't speak Cat, they don't know how.
That gets annoying after a bit
and soon the cat starts to hiss and spit
And all the little humans go scampering away
To go back to whatever they do every day.
You don't own your cat, your cat owns you
No matter what you say or do.
MysterioThey say that he's invisible, and doesn't make a sound.Mysterio in Free Verse More Like This
They say that you can't find him unless he wants to be found.
They say he walks among us mortals every now and then
But soon enough he'll disappear, hidden once again.
They say that he can change his form, to anything at all.
They say that he can even phase right through a solid wall.
They say all of this and more, and most of it is true,
But there are still a few corrections that I must give to you
They say that he is heartless; that he doesn't laugh or cry;
That all he does both day and night is make the people die.
On those final rumors, I must strongly disagree
For what yo
Library of Bad Puns book namesThe Wonderful World of Racing, by Willy Win and Betty WontLibrary of Bad Puns book names in Free Verse More Like This
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