Sky to FreedomIs it possible to keep to the sky?
You know, there is little to gain
In those dreams that make you fly.
So what's the point in your refrain
From simply watching the ways
Of the emerald, swaying trees
Or the rivers that flow for days?
Ah, you want to be free
Even though it comes with a price.
You want to spread black feathers
Only to let the white ones entice
Your chained soul altogether.
You're sure this is your choice?
I mean, we've been forever
Controlled by that voice!
Though our only endeavor
Was to be out of that cave.
With a single wish for freedom,
And yet, we are no longer slaves
To the place we came from.
Even though you are no longer caged
The call of the growing sky
Keeps us forever engaged
Though we may try to rise and fly.
The Girl That Painted the EarthThere was a girlThe Girl That Painted the Earth in Free Verse More Like This
That painted the earth.
She tried to capture
Its vast beauty
With a mere thought
The girl drew rolling hills
To be colored with
Her brilliant paints.
A stroke could call
Forests to her canvas
With leaves and footprints
Filled with life
Waiting to be created.
She would paint the greens
Of a forgotten meadow.
She thought of blossoms
Brought back with
And royal purples.
She painted snowy mountains
And deep plateaus.
Her sketches showed
And closed caverns.
But sitting back to watch
Her paintings come to life
She realized something
Now obviously clear.
The girl was lonely.
So she began to draw beings
Living and breathing things
To fill the empty gaps
Of her paintings.
The Girl That Created SoundWith a spark of inspirationThe Girl That Created Sound in Free Verse More Like This
The girl picked up her palette
And retrieved her brush
Before watching closely
She saw her creatures gather
But without communication
She splashed a shiny brown
Onto her canvas
With small pieces of black
She added fine lines for string
And gaping holes for pipes
The girl carefully painted
Something on their faces
For sound to come from
With a delighted laugh
She created letters
And painted them into her books
And upon the minds of her people
She gave her creatures voice
With each careful stroke
And tentative creation
And hummed song
She painted whispering gossip
Under hushed and shadowed
Walls and blankets
The girl shaded in halls
With red acoustics
For her people to gather
The girl drew her people
Singing and dancing
Next to warm fires
As she laughed at her people
As each graceful hand pressed a chord
Or barreling foot pressed to the ground
The girl knew she did something right
When she painted the earth
But there was still someth
Meant to BeEscape from the flames of fantasyMeant to Be in Free Verse More Like This
Dyed red from poor wrath
Without opening those eyes
To the frozen blue world
In which everything is the same
Both in the present and past
With only a path of grey stone
To branch into the future
But reality is blocked
From the colors of the ice and flames
And those eyes can only see
The grey of what is meant to be
SovereignThe sovereign that reignsSovereign in Free Verse More Like This
Over the grey sky
Keeping close to faith
As fear draws to mind
One That Burns FireA little man holds fire in his handOne That Burns Fire in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Something known all across the land
Still he is unable to catch a glimpse
Though modern machines have tried since
Yet he is safe behind weary masks
Forever amused by tedious tasks
Keeping hold to slight burst
While watching in simplistic mirth
But that little man does not know
That which he holds shares a common foe
And as his mind begins to fall
It cannot bother him at all
For a true flame will never die
When there is still one left to cry
Look, Here!Can you see,Look, Here! in Free Verse More Like This
Hanging by a thread?
To preserve my pride
Better left for dead...
Can You Hear Me?Muse, bless me, let me spin my tale.Can You Hear Me? in Free Verse More Like This
A story of death and destruction.
Will you believe me?
A story of infidelity and war.
A story of blood and rape.
Can you hear my cries?
A story of murder and trickery.
I am calling out to you.
A story of Helen of Sparta.
The day she arrived at my home I knew.
I saw the blood, dripping from her dainty hands.
I saw the fangs hidden behind shining teeth.
Her beauty does not act as a mask. Her beauty does not act as a veil.
Taken from her home, does she despair?
Or perhaps celebrate?
Am I insane?
Infidelity becomes bigotry.
Does it matter?
A second husband, a second life.
I see the blood splattered on her pale wedding dress.
My father smiles, he welcomes her.
He does not heed my warning. He does not heed my dreams.
Will they listen to me?
Or mock my existence?
Am I insane?
I see the camps, the war camps.
Our city is safe, they say.
They send our youth.
Sent to slaughter other youth, and be slaughtered in return.
The city is safe with our impe
New Note, New TabNew note,New Note, New Tab in Free Verse More Like This
It taunts me.
An empty page.
It stays, plaguing my mind so riddled with writer's block.
I wish to write just what I feel;
If only I could take up my pen or keys
And simply record everything.
My ideas seem to push words forward,
Yet language holds all that I wish to convey far, far away.
If only I could reach up and pull the words I need
From nothing at all except an over-active mind.
Still, I am bound to what I know
And have yet to experience.
Please fill with words and phrases
Intertwining and possibly rhyming.
If only it was simple to write...
Writing a PoemIf only it was simple to write poetry...Writing a Poem in Free Verse More Like This
To have the ability to write what you wanted
And to find inspiration anywhere,
May it be from nature, war, friends, anything.
I wish I could take up my pen
And write beautiful words
All intertwining and maybe even rhyming.
Or maybe I could put my hands
To my keyboard with meaning
And just, well, type.
But it's really not that simple
To write a decent, or beautiful poem.
It takes time, and practice.
And guess what?
You're right, practice.
But once you finally have that poem,
Completed and strong,
You know it's worth the effort.
Well, most of the time.
Unless your poem was really bad.
AliceShe is bound by padded silk chainsAlice in Free Verse More Like This
Along a cold white wall with no windows
But it has a simple door just small enough
For ideas to be taken and hidden far away
Beyond the failing distance her mind can see from
But she is still forced to hold eternally close
To the words she spouted carelessly in her past
That whispered and shouted of clouds and birds
That loyally took new shapes for her
As a fortune most simply cannot see
Nor will they ever attempt to glimpse
Still he promised to forever love her
And follow her wisps no matter where they float to
With her mentalities cracked and all
As he jumps first into pitfalls and secrets
That were never his to begin with
If only to catch her as she unwillingly falls
But she could never return the favor
Oh she could not even lie to do the same for him
Though her thoughts may protest otherwise
About the love he always continued to bestow upon her
Due to all the harsh might she gave
To remember a dull smile like his could be
Without those dreaded fee
Irrelevant.You were changing, I saw it, but you didn't know,Irrelevant. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You changed from who I love to someone I don't know.
I wanted to see who I loved, so I tried my best,
And I saw her, fleetingly, hidden within your breast.
Now, I beseech you, if you've changed, then change,
Don't throw me away for nothing, that's beyond strange.
Don't torture me with the image, of the girl I still love,
Don't torture me with the image of an angel from above.
If you want to change, then please, do so,
Change into a girl that I don't want to know.
Just don't turn into the girl that I love again,
Because I cannot handle being thrown away again.
So if you want, then stop being the girl I love,
Don't torture me with the girl whom I will always love.
Without You.And as the blood runs off of this blade,Without You. in Free Verse More Like This
And drips out onto this far out glade.
I really wish I'd told you no,
I really wish I had told you "don't go".
And as the tears ran from your eye,
I wish I could've made them dry.
But right now I wish more than anything,
That you were mine, because I am nothing.
My life is a tragedy.Analyse my life, tragedy or comedy?My life is a tragedy. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My hubris, the fatal flaw - love as an ideology.
Sure, it has it's moments, but that's just contrast,
The main characters die? Well, none of my friends last.
The main character nearly always dies?
Why does that come as no great surprise?
The death of an innocent has come and gone,
Showing that the ending has already begun.
My life has a few good moments, but lead to my downfall,
My hubris is always present, the start of love, for example.
It needs a contrast to highlight the bad and show it is bad,
Well, in my opinion my life is a tragedy, but maybe I'm mad?
Analyse this man's life from his poetry,
In your opinion, is it a tragedy or a comedy?
Judges.Why does everyone judge me?Judges. in Free Verse More Like This
Why does everyone think I'm lying?
Why does everyone misjudge me?
Why does nobody want me dying?
Why does the world need me?
If they all think I lie cheat and steal?
I've done it! (I'll have to check... Let me)
Why does it all seem so evil and surreal?
I love you... (Huh, sure you do.)
These judges, this nightmare,
Why do they judge me for what I do?
These people who think I am without a care.
Why does this world seem so evil, so surreal?
Am I really here, persecuted and accused?
Why everyone here think I lie, cheat and steal?
Is this really real, or have I been lied to, cheated and used?
Think again.If you think death can't be beaten, you're not trying hard enough,Think again. in Free Verse More Like This
If you think nothing is eternal, then you've never felt true love.
If you want me to help you, and I tell you to help yourself,
You would think me rude, but some things I just can't tell you myself.
You live and you learn, and you have to live these things,
Empiricism is the only way to know how a nightingale sings.
You must know it for yourself, some things cannot be taught,
When you learn, you must adapt and change what you once thought.
My friend, it is not that I want to keep the knowledge to myself,
It is that I cannot tell you, for some things you must learn yourself.
I cannot tell you what beauty is, for it is everchanging for all of us,
I cannot tell you what is bad or good, for the knowledge is within us.
If I could tell you, I gladly would, if I could put these concepts into words,
But I cannot, so you must live and learn, no matter how much it hurts.
So now it is time,
Regaining.I'm regaining my positive outlook, I really am,Regaining. in Free Verse More Like This
It might seem strange at first, but it is who I am.
"Everything will get better if you smile", I believe this now,
I used to scoff at this, but I can smile now, I think they can.
You know what came with this? Bravery.
Bravery to not be shackled by my own rules,
Bravery to speak to her, to break a promise I made,
Bravery to see that sometimes, rules are wrong.
I made some long ago, and stood by them,
My values, my bible, my everything, I kept them intact.
But that was wrong, because it was the start of my pessimism,
Maybe what I did sometimes was wrong, but I had my optimism.
And now, things will get better if you smile, if you take a step,
I believe this, I cast my promises away, that's my first large step.
I was brave enough to talk to her, and I am hopeful of the outcome,
It's only optimism, but I ask you, when has smiling ever hurt anyone?
ContradictionsThese things seem to rule my life,Contradictions in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Some people hate me and cause me strife,
Others think me a hero, ready to sacrifice myself.
Many think me noble, but you can decide that yourself.
Contradictions, they rule my life, "Why did she break up with you?"
A complete and utter list of contradictions, all of which I tell you,
"Does she love you?" I answer she says so, and I love her too.
A contradiction follows, "But then why did she break-up with you?"
That's the mystery, the greatest contradiction of all, to all of you,
But no, I leave out one thing, the thing that kills me inside too.
"I'm just... I'm not happy." What she said, word for word,
And I cry now, because what she said did not go unheard.
The Night Of Silence.Loud music blaring, older children scaring.The Night Of Silence. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
It is the night of all Hallow's eve, when we believe the lies we weave.
Parties continue well into the night, but it is different tonight.
At midnight, there's a sudden hush, and shadow snuffs out the light.
The dark is rising, just another lost warning.
Demons blend in, walking side by side with masked human.
All Hallow's has come, but no one knows to run.
The dark is rising, just a forgotten warning.
The dark snuffs out the light, and shall wreak havoc tonight.
All Hallow's has come, and no one remembers to run.
The dark is rising, and the precious light is falling.
All Hallow's has come, and the massacre, has begun.
The Ghost Of Words.Everyone knows it, that blank page, laid bare on the ground,The Ghost Of Words. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Ghost of Words, it constantly follows me around.
That blank page, whenever you come to write, is waiting,
It always seems happy to be filled, and yet continues resisting.
That blank page, I see it everywhere, a bare wall, an empty frame,
It's waiting for me to fill it, it hounds me, and it puts me to shame.
There is a constant fear, that one day I will not have the words to fill it,
I'm not scared of much, but the Ghost of Words has deemed me unfit.
One day, I will no longer be able to satisfy this Ghost's hunger,
Will it finally stop hounding me then though, I wonder?
This Ghost of Words, breathing down my neck with my every step,
It awaits to be filled, hounding me and making me savour each breath.
The Reality.I always have nightmares, it's something I can't control,The Reality. in Free Verse More Like This
But the topic always changes, again, something I can't control.
Have you ever felt so alone in the world, you're like a shadow?
Have you ever been too scared to look out of the window?
I was, I was too scared to check if it was really tomorrow or today,
I was too afraid to see if what had happened, really happened to me.
I woke up with a heartbreaking sadness, and nothing to do,
I woke up with a crushing fear, and there was nothing I could do.
In my dream, there was always one place I longed to be,
And when I finally got there, it was no longer welcome to me.
But there is one thing I know now, and it is the reality,
And there is one thing I can tell you, that it scares me.
The reality is I love her, I knew I did of course,
But this just means I'm going to get hurt, I can take it of course...
I keep trying to find a way to make us mend,
I just don't want to, because I don't want this to
Absolute NothingnessThe Universe, what exactly is it? What will happen to it?Absolute Nothingness in Philosophical More Like This
Everything in existence.
A figment of our imagination.
Newton's third law of motion.
Controlled by a deity.
Created by a deity.
The Universe, if it really does exist, came from nothing. Not the nothing we commonly associate emptiness with, but the true 'nothing' where there was absolutely no thing; no vacuum, particles, plates, forces, deities. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But, that extent of nothingness is such a hard matter for people to grasp because we have nothing (hah) in our vocabulary to describe it. We have never experienced it, absolute nothing, like we have never reached absolute zero and it will never happen. Nothing, no thing; there will always be something there because with the 'creation' of the world the likeness of absolute nothingness was destroyed in the sense that any being could witn
What It's ForPeace is for the dreamersWhat It's For in Free Verse More Like This
Love is for the fools
Happiness is for the naive
Hope is for the ignorant
Thought is for the lonely
Care is for the poor
Joy is for the needy
Money is for the selfish
Life is for the minority
Death is for the majority
Time is for the absent
Space is for the nonexistent
Feeling is for the young
Emotion is for the apathetic
Knowledge is for the unconcerned
Wisdom is for the insouciant
Optimism is for the blind
Pessimism is for the realistic
Kindness is for the inconsiderate
Logic is for the irrational
Sensibility is for the absurd
Intelligence is for the asinine
Sanity is for the impractical
Fear is for the brave
Grief is for the content
Pity is for the magnificent
And nothing is for us all.
Mortal LifeLiving just for feelingsMortal Life in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All days spent deceiving
Nothing worth believing.
Everything gone to waste
Rushed through with such haste
No new things left to taste.
Adventure is dead
Sunken deep down like lead
As if it merely fled.
Morals have vanished
Yet the Hunger is famished
Until it has perished.
It causes such strife
The never ending knife;
It is mortal life.
N o v ai.N o v a in Free Verse More Like This
This distance between us
is devouring my lungs.
I'm left here gasping,
trying to suture back together
all the broken nights-
the cigarette burns in my bedsheets.
I'm tracing maps on my limbs,
and I'm painting black holes on my palms,
pressing them into letters
left on my nightstand
untouched and unread.
I keep telling myself
none of this is about you.
But I'm reaching for empty galaxies
as I try to remember what it felt like
to be one of a binary star.
Light-years away, and I'm here-
just another nova on your ceiling,
searching this vast universe for you.
WillowYour confessional arms are Willow trees,Willow in Free Verse More Like This
draping lonely limbs around an empty ink-jar heart.
Scars worn down like henna tattoos.
A night witch scrawling her incantations on blue moons,
rolling her letters into sentences like a curse.
But, it is in these coffee eyes you have found a home.
S u p e r n o v aI left my heart in the elevatorS u p e r n o v a in Free Verse More Like This
1,000 floors above your own.
Humming mismatched melodies
to the fallen stars
in your outstretched palms
Your curling fingers
reached out to empty galaxies.
You always longed to leap
from the tallest of skyscrapers,
Believing yourself an angel
who'd merely forgotten how to fly-
As I forgot to tell you:
aren't as pretty
as they sound.
I miss you, and i can't say i'm sorryI miss you in Free Verse More Like This
because these slender, spider fingers
ache to trace the curved letters of your name tag,
emily. i notice you write everything in caps.
( have i ever told you
how much i enjoy saying your name, -EMILY. )
you are screaming to the world, quietly.
but we, we are mid-morning whispers
over stale, back room coffee,
silent eyes, and window pane love.
these hearts were runaways once;
hitchhikers on a trail to nowhere.
you shared pieces of yourself with me then,
emily, between beats and bathroom stalls.
you were a gargoyle under the heat
of july summer. evenings were our playground;
rose garden beasts lingering in feverish night.
Battle CryI write poetry to ghosts in my dreamsBattle Cry in Free Verse More Like This
awakening with ink stained sheets
from nights I can't remember,
meaningless phantom words upon my flesh.
And this cigarette between my fingertips
taunts me,"Hey baby, heycatch me on fire
and I'll burn you away." I laugh, hollow
unafraid of flames & smoke & shadows.
I've felt it all before.
I'm washing away the ink with homemade
remedies. Like it never was;
Like I never was.
But there is love on my arms now
smirking and itching away at me.
I'll claw it out a hundred times over
because remembering you
that is worse than self-inflicted injury.
Heart:a rebellionHeart: in Free Verse More Like This
in her chest.
she's got skin
unworthy to write
she tapes those
to her limbs
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,Shy moon, in Free Verse More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
Universe GirlsheUniverse Girl in Free Verse More Like This
fell in love
while he was
still a planet;
she could only manage
to fall in love
with shooting stars
in the glare of your eyes.
what more could you truly ask
from a universe girl?
There is love beneath my skin.I am made of love and bones,There is love beneath my skin. in Free Verse More Like This
and all those little things
Floating on cloud nine,
I've got life handcuffed
to my bedpost.
Ocean waves crash
against me as I carve
love into letters,
Signing each one in blood,
HolesShot OneHoles in Free Verse More Like This
knicks me right in the forhead,
gets my mind like
the vacancy of goodnight kisses
and it spills my thoughts all over me.
Unsaid words and undone actions
pour out of my brain
spilling on my face
dripping down over my eye
dribbling over my lips
off of my chin
covering your face and my own
in hot, wet
quakes my body like a hurricane
punching my physical heart
making me understand that
singular, selective pain
of the spiny words 'i love you' as
they fall from your mouth,
and it breaks my bones like
tension breaks gazes,
implodes like stars
and allows my rib cage to knife into
my center and tear the red meat
like God's comet of a sewing needle
tears the fabric of space.
I am brought to my knees as
vacuums the wind out of me,
captures my breathe like a
tiger caught by the toe, like a
firefly drawn into a glass jar
that tumbles down a mountain
of superficial wishes,
skewering the air out of my lungs
rocking me back,
taking the torch from the temple
UtopiaIn the morning, arrows fellUtopia in Free Verse More Like This
Heaven pierced the veil of Hell
But suffrage afoot shall be cut like a noose
If the Light and the Dark joined in a truce
No firery glances between Good or Bad
No life to be lost, no death to be had
Just one universe in utter unity
Peace abound and unfold and set free
No vagabond patroll the streets
No pools of blood swirling at my feet
No more friendship, no more pain
No blazing sun, no healing rain
No one loves, no one hates
No one starving, and none with full plates
If right and wrong chose peace to hail
No force in the stars could tip The Scale.
In the night, no arrows fell
And Heaven repaired the veil of Hell
All tears and laughter shall be cut like a noose
The price we pay, for a Utopian Truce.
To Walk then To FlySurely a paralyzed manTo Walk then To Fly in Free Verse More Like This
Can find the means
If a walking man
Can find the means
PrevaricatorA warrior, a soldierPrevaricator in Free Verse More Like This
with the spirit to follow
A matyr, an angel
with the heart to give.
a youngster, a kid
with a mind of innocence
An eagle, a giant,
with a great will to live.
A lover, a friend,
with a devotion to others
a breather, a person
with a right and just mind.
a tool, a shaper,
with sharp edges to cut
A judge, a litigator
but one that is blind.
A tamed man, a suitor
with a kind and gentle soul
A magician, a savior
reviving what has rot.
The alpha, the commander
with a brave secret to tell
The truth, in the end
is all of this I am not.
GravityI fell in love with gravity,Gravity in Free Verse More Like This
with the euphoric sensation
of lifeless flight,
with the cobblestone streets
at the sun's slow setting
that beckoned to me
like shimmering orange diamonds
like light from a smoldering
that seemed to rise from
the cracks of hell
like hungry hot hands
that grappled at my most
Was it selfish of me?
I close my eyes,
and nod off the guilt
But I don't go around fire
expecting not to smell like smoke.
And when the force embraced me
I let out my breath
because what more am I
but a bag of surprised,
happened as I gasped
right there and I bled
tears of joy
gravity had accepted me
It had stopped me from floating,
pulled me down out of the sky
like a child yanking a ballon
like an anchor much too heavy
for the ship
And I touched the ground
and it gripped me back,
those hard hot lines and cracks
in the stone
and grain of mineral and rock
pushed into me,
trying to become one with me
and in do
LonelyI'll look in the mirrorLonely in Free Verse More Like This
when the sun comes up
and I'll grimace at the straight rows of teeth,
like lies tied to the wires
that hang from the corners of my mouth
when it twists into a sly grin.
You don't get to ask for love,
and you know you've done something wrong.
You've woken up on the wrong side
of the sun,
where everything is black,
where the lace of her bra
lies dead on your mattress
and where new beginnings
The GracefulThey ate rocks.The Graceful in Free Verse More Like This
What does that mean?
It means they were trying to get back to the Earth
They wanted to return to the soil
without giving up their precious immortality.
these lonely human beings
were willing to grind their very bone into dust
they were willing to digest
the geometric organs
the geographic inards of Gaia herself
if it meant
that they could live
They ate rocks
and it didn't matter if they couldn't breathe
if they couldn't bleed red.
It didn't even matter
if they couldn't love.
these lonely human beings
were willing to bury their hearts in the Earth
if it meant they could live
SleeplessCut out our eyelidsSleepless in Free Verse More Like This
take them into decorations
consider them considerations of the
Beautiful lonely night
who stays up all of the time
with her thousand twinkling eyes
that never blink
Only to have them ingored
by the stunningly
envious hands of dream
So let us not sleep,
but appreciate the dark
she longs for two like us
of pure and moon-like hearts
duo's like us to run
wild in the streets
from the opaque soldiers
from the pounding of their feet
from the sleep warriors
the minions of the sandman
but we shall make them halt where they stand
For we will paint the town
As they paint their unreal dreams
And we'll take a ride on ambitions
as they take a ride on sleep
And I will gladly trade
an eternity of rest;
a lifetime for a day
If it means we could not sleep
if it meant I could stay
with you through
the neglected night
and act out our dreams
in the faintness of starlight
and when my eyes droop
and my thoughts become tight
I will cut out my eyelids
and forever be alive
FreckledHave you ever dashedFreckled in Free Verse More Like This
sea salt in a puddle
of vanilla and watched
the white rocks tumble
in exactly the right space?
Well, I have,
and the result is your face;
The minerals stand out
like stars against darkness.
They mimic the way your
spangle across the bridge
of your nose
like diamonds caught
in smooth black oil.
with a million ways
to describe their
I've not yet seen
anything like them
and I don't think I ever will.
The Origin of Authentic Love LettersYou told meThe Origin of Authentic Love Letters in Free Verse More Like This
as you sat at my grave
that you would never forget the day
that my last love letter jumped out of your hand
and ran away.
You were reading it in the streets of August
as an angry wind rushed by
and tore the paper out of your hand
and it had animated itself,
tumbled down the street
by the tips of its aged corners,
cartwheeling passionately away
You told me you chased after it
until the end of the street
when God decided to suck it up
into the blanket of the skies
You wrote a new one,
you told me
but it would never be the same
as the original.
Floating on FireThe warm air buffets me upwardFloating on Fire in Free Verse More Like This
into happy delirium
only to fall and again
Who are you?Who are you? in Free Verse More Like This
The lost and embraced.
The shunned and the found.
Those who can't see and those who won't.
Those who give and those who take.
There are those of every kind. Of every kith and every kin.
There are those of even keel and there are those of random rudder.
We all float on in this sea of minds, this see of people.
We love and we hate and we hurt and we bait.
We kill and we die, we are all somebody.
Who are you?
PainPain is but a thing. It cometh to all of us but some of us can forget.Pain in Free Verse More Like This
Pain is but a notion. It is what you let yourself feel when you wont feel anything else.
Pain is but a feeling in the flesh. A mere acceptance of a lack of anything else.
Pain is necessary.
Everyone gets hurt. Everyone feels the pain.
It's a step on each of our paths.
Pain is acceptance of loss.
Pain is necessary.
The Dead of NightThe Dead of Night in Free Verse More Like This
The dead of night is not so dead.
The crickets chirp, the dog barks.
The cars roar past, the lamppost Shines.
The dead of night where secret rendezvous occurred,
has gone and died.
Where the wind whistled and that was all,
that could be heard.
Where midnight encounters made lifelong friends,
or enduring enemies.
Where lovers met for quiet embraces.
Where alone on a grassy knoll the only things were you and your thoughts.
The dead of night has gone and died.
The dead of night has gone and died
The crickets chirp, the dogs bark.
The cars roar past, the lamp post shines.
The dead of night where passions sated has passed away.
And a tear falls silently for the way the world was.
Days of our LivesThey ate the days of our livesDays of our Lives in Free Verse More Like This
Seconds and minutes
Hours and days
These were the days of our lives.
They came and went
And died in our eyes
The world spun
And the people cried.
Come With MeCome with meCome With Me in Free Verse More Like This
Into the meadow of dreams
Where time has no meaning
And the world is without
Where the wind whispers softly
Pleasant comfort in lies.
Sit with me
By the waters of fantasy
Where the tides role in
And the water laps at the ground
Where imaginings have no end
And innocence never dies.
Help me to remember
Help me to forget
Help to lose time
And never to regret
WallsTogether we walk this road.Walls in Free Verse More Like This
You and me, against a wall
A wall where we want to stay
A wall that guides us straight
Together we walk this road.
You and I, going to a place
Where the walls will crumble
And the paths with open
Together, you and me.
We walk this path with love.
Of each other and the lives we have.
Up against a wall, where we want to stay.
A wall that guides us straight.
The OceanThe Ocean in Free Verse More Like This
Take me to the ocean
Take me to the sea
Lead me to the blue land and
Wish me from the deep
Show me all the splendor
Show me all its terror
Take me to the ocean
Take me to the sea
Bring me to its dark side and
Show me its destruction
I can tell you all the fear
I can tell you all the tears
Take me to the ocean
Wish me from the deep
And tears will be forgotten
And fear will be the past
Show me its destruction.
Take me to its dark side.
Just Another PoemWe wanderJust Another Poem in Free Verse More Like This
What we were looking for.
LostLost in Free Verse More Like This
You can always tell when they're lost,
directionless among the myriad roads.
They walk like the dead,
head hung low and don't care where they go.
The light of the world fades from their eyes,
dim shadows filled with lies.
Truths become fleeting.
Words become wearying.
"I'm fine." or "It's alright."
You can always tell when they've lost
a thing they never had.
They question the world.
They question themselves.
They cry in confusion,
alone with their fission.
Their fissure, crack and gorge
by forge can not be closed.
Yet they lie, "I'm fine." "It's alright."
Then the world looks and sees,
But it turns away.
For it is just as "fine" and "alright" as they are.
You can always tell when they're lost,
but you can never tell when you are.
You can always tell when they've lost,
but you can never tell when you have.
And you never say a word,
cause you're just as "fine" and "alright" as everybody else.
Whispered PromiseWhispered PromiseWhispered Promise in Free Verse More Like This
Looking in the mirror what do I see
A cracked reflection staring back at me
Once alive and vibrant, full of life and hope
Empty eyes reflect with no joy at all
Wondering if it would matter if I were here
Would anyone notice if I just up and disappeared
Fading away silently into the shadows grey mist
Never to be seen or heard from again
The sad song of death does call to me
A somber melody that won't let me be
Beckoning me with its sweet serene sound
Its musical notes holding me spell bound
Closing my eyes, releasing all tears~
A chilling touch pulls me near
Wrapping me in a lover's embrace
"Sleep forever, I'll keep you safe"
FadingIt hurts to moveFading in Free Verse More Like This
It hurts to breathe
Looking at a cracked reflection
That is now me
Lost and drifting
A soul fades away
Like the morning mist
On the dock of a bay
Maybe it will be better
Once it is complete
No more pain
No more tears
No more me....
OvercomeOvercomeOvercome in Free Verse More Like This
I do this...well...when it is needed.
I haven't written in so long
Yet tonight it is needed
For my emotions have been drawn
Like a fountain they pour
All that is inside of me
Silent words never spoken
The tears that are never seen
I am not sure if it will help
I am not sure of much at all
To many emotions
I wish it would stop
I want it all to go away
I wish I truly had wings
Maybe then I would be free
Maybe finding peace and serenity
Yet that is a childish thought
For the world we live in
It will always be a dream...
Dying From LoveDying From LoveDying From Love in Free Verse More Like This
His sweet words touched her heart
Now it is bleeding and torn apart
His gentle touch as he held her hand
Now it is empty as a barren land
His tender kiss across her lips
Ignited something deep within
Now they are parched and dry
Craving moisture that he would provide
He caressed her heart with his love
Now it is screaming from the pain
Dying slowly as she cries in the rain
In the EndIn the end we are all sacks of meat.In the End in Free Verse More Like This
The holier-than-thou saints and the scum of the earth,
The pioneers of industry and the useless dregs of humanity,
We all share the same fate in death.
For all the good we do, for all our hard work, what do we get?
We're dumped in a nice little cherrywood box,
Tossed in the ground and covered in dirt,
And that's if they don't decide to burn us and put our ashes in a jar.
And such is the fate we are all doomed to have,
Yes, this is what we have to look forward to.
Good, evil, rich, poor, famous, unknown,
None of that matters in the end.
The Desert RoseWith eyes the colour of the cloudless sky,The Desert Rose in Free Verse More Like This
And hair like mighty dunes of sand,
She moves elusively and yet with such grace;
It is a dangerous sort of beauty.
Her eyes snap sharply into mine,
Whenever my gaze lingers a second too long.
Her stare traps mine own in place and so
I stay there frozen with fear... or is it awe?
I would love to tell myself
That such a flower is not meant for me,
But I would only be lying to myself
Because I love the thrill of the game.
I truly do admire her spirit,
Like the Great Pyramids it stands tall,
Against all odds,
Never bending an inch...
A fascination overwhelms me even now.
Can I even hope to keep up,
Or has the game already been won
By the Desert Rose?
Two-FaceIf eyes were made to see, then I am blind.Two-Face in Free Verse More Like This
If the mind was made to think, then mine lies dormant.
If the soul was meant to be intact, then mine is damaged beyond repair.
Who is this person I see in the mirror?
This hateful, spiteful creature that stares hungrily,
Feeding on fear and cynicism.
I try and try to ignore this part of me,
But that task gets harder with each passing second,
For it is impossible to run away from myself.
Who am I really?
The man I believe myself to be,
Or the beast that stands in the mirror?
ReflectionsRealist my friend, you are a bloody fool!Reflections in Free Verse More Like This
Did you honestly think that love was simple?
That everyone on earth has one person that
They are just destined to be with?
I didn't think...
No matter how unlikely it seems,
A Realist can still be a Dreamer.
And will you look where that got you.
When has hope done anything practical,
And since when has dreaming ever helped Superman
Find his Lois Lane?
I don't expect you to understand.
It's just something you feel deep within you.
If you ever felt love before,
You would know.
Come on man!
You have to move on.
If you live in the past
You are sure to miss out on the future.
If I could, don't you think I would have done it already?
No, I don't expect you to know exactly how I felt.
I was on top of the world, and I had my eyes open long enough
To see everything come crashing down...
Perchance to ForgetA single rose stands in the midst of a dreary grey,Perchance to Forget in Free Verse More Like This
The only remnant of a time long ago,
A reminder of a brighter past.
I sit here day after day,
Doing my very best to keep this rose,
To keep my dream alive.
And thus far I have been successful,
But I know I can’t keep this up,
For time will eventually run out.
And so I take this rose,
And gently dig her out from the dirt,
Leaving the field barren.
I take this chance to start anew;
I till the soil and plant new seeds,
And water the foundation.
Perchance, I can take this opportunity to forget the past,
And place my focus and energy in the present,
So that I might make a better future.
At Any MomentAt any moment, we could get lucky;At Any Moment in Free Verse More Like This
Win the lotto, get a promotion, go on a date,
Go to a party, eat with our friends,
At any moment, misfortune could come;
It starts raining, train comes late, food is under-cooked,,
You are robbed, have a fight,
She leaves you...
At any moment, a loved one could die;
Heart attack, car accident, building collapse,
Lung cancer, murdered on the streets,
It leaves you empty...
At any moment, your life could be cut mercilessly short,
And yet, after everything else,
You don't care...
EndgameIf these words were myEndgame in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Very last, it would be fine.
I've lived a good life.
A ThoughtThe best art is madeA Thought in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
By those who care not for fame,
But who love their craft.
In a perfect world,
The Bard's name is a secret,
But his tale is known.
Hanging by a MomentI will always wonder what she was thinking that day.Hanging by a Moment in Free Verse More Like This
Though I wasn't the kindest or bravest,
Nor was I the smartest or most charming,
For some reason, on that day, she chose me.
I was plenty surprised to say the least;
Certainly with her charm, beauty and wits,
She could have had anyone in the world,
And yet she choose me, a spoony poet.
It was as if an occult hand swooped from
The heavens and turned her gaze towards me,
For it could have only been divine work,
To make me worth an angel's attention.
Here I am, clutching to that memory,
Hanging by a moment.
First TimeIt's as if my whole life had been lived in the shadows,First Time in Free Verse More Like This
And yet I was blissfully unaware of the light.
Before her, I swore I knew what it was like to see,
But now I can look back at how blind I truly was.
It was her smile that illuminated my life,
And her brilliance that finally opened my eyes.
It was her fire that melted away my defenses,
And it was her heart that was key to unlocking mine.
She taught me that there was a world beyond the darkness;
Another place where pain and anguish could disappear.
For the first time in my life I'm right where I belong,
And though I'm scared, I know it's all going to be all right.
Praise be to Cupid, whose arrows surely pierced my heart.
And to Venus for allowing such beauty on earth.
Gravityi'm dedicating this dream to you:Gravity in Free Verse More Like This
my match-girl, my cold alleyway ghost.
wishes for you are reasons without -
so i'm filling up my palms with straws,
clutching on desperation so i don't reach out -
because the second your hand is here,
i'll give you all of me, i know it.
i'm dedicating this dare to you:
my match-girl, my cold alleyway ghost.
haunt me always at the end of hallways,
but don't come any closer to my skin -
i'm too cold and frightened here,
with no earth to grip in case i fall -
crush me to the ground, leave me gravity.
Soulfateand now i want you, you'reSoulfate in Free Verse More Like This
savior of the greatest,
you're shallow and supreme;
yet somehow i'm seeking more
when you reign my ev'ry dream.
let's share our secrets now,
start sailing for that sea.
by the docks and under stars;
promise, meet me by the quay.
and now i need you, there's
ripples in the water;
i'm wand'ring far past shores.
the seconds slip by slower now
and while i unlock my door
this time i'll be singing,
you are my heartfelt song;
these silver sounds are shaky,
but i feel like we belong.
ShatteredThe desire to destroyShattered in Free Verse More Like This
Spreads like black flood in my veins
It squeezes and chokes
And there is no air left
Only dull remains
Few shattered pieces of my brain
Empty eye sockets
And screaming neural waves
All my strength
Dissolves into nothingness
Into the darkness unseen
Into the place unknown
Quietly dance on my grave
I dug it myself
By my own I sink in
As only when I'm dead
I can be complete
Place of Not-MeClosed behind my sightPlace of Not-Me in Free Verse More Like This
Wrapped inside my very thoughts
I become all I can sense
And I sense all that is
I am the acrylic rain
That restlessly stands still
That shatters me to pieces
Into dust and stars far gone
All's realised through me
Existence cheated by impossibility
Its plastic darkness spreads
And fills my conscious awareness
And veins so cold and slow
Bleed in this place of not-me
I stay but cannot remain
My comprehension overloaded
My mind stretched to infinity
I can be no more
SimplicitySimply sittingSimplicity in Free Verse More Like This
I collect pieces of my emotions
I throw them like dice
To see where they will go
With no purpose to exist
I am naked in this mist
And all around is free of me
And the void lurks in
And pours itself into my brain
It evaporates my skin
It envelops my body
When there is nothing to loose
And there is nowhere to go to
I am simply sitting
I am letting it all be
Who am IWho am IWho am I in Free Verse More Like This
But a pile of thoughts and
Feelings served on golden plates
Who am I
But the darkness that surrounds me
And the light that penetrates it
Who am I
But a figure ducked in corner
Enveloped by melting fingers
I cry and shout
But nobody can hear me
I try to move
But space curls around me
Who am I
Deep inside underneath the clothes
Underneath the skin and flesh
Who am I
The being that exists
For itself and by itself
I cry and shout
And smile upon the sounds
I try to move
And split myself to pieces
And there is no one
To stop my rapid fallout
As the drops of me
Soak into dried earth
InnocenceInnocence torn apartInnocence in Free Verse More Like This
All wonder forgotten
In search of a meaning
Innocence bled out
Actions and emotions
In packs of five
A child sacrificed
To praise false gods
Wilderness on its knees
Mind too consumed by
The prison it created
Cogs of RealityUnderstandCogs of Reality in Philosophical More Like This
What the nature gives you
Breathe in all its shards
Beneath the events
Letting you exist
On all around you
Your greatest illusion
Boundaries of this system
The cogs of reality
Ticking of the unknown
What’s beyond consciousness
The world as it is
Running its own course
No EscapeThere is no escape from yourselfNo Escape in Free Verse More Like This
Crossing a river you return the same
There is no alternative reality
Where you could exist
There is only now and here
And all else is a neural construct
There is no running away
Lost you could not loose yourself
And there is no mindlessness
As no mind could comprehend it
There is only natural movement
In a mind that is untouched
In a body that is liquid
Undefined by its shape
Unconstrained and wide open
UntamedLost in the realityUntamed in Free Verse More Like This
In between molecules of dust
I grasp and search for solid ground
But I'm transparent
All the complexity
All possibilities of existence
Pour into me in one moment
And mindlessly fill my mind
I dissolve instantly
The corporeal shell crumbles
Until the last drop
Of my sanity flows away
Lost in the world
I see all but myself
I am everything plugged in
I am space-time untamed
GrayFreedom buriedGray in Free Verse More Like This
Breath taken away
Acid rain falls
On plastic civilisation
What was once
A hope for distant truth
And unimportant to all
Now the blindness
Spreads across all faces
It drains fragile
Children of their sleep
In pursuit of might
In struggle for beauty
We let rotten bodies
To walk on our heads
And there is no light
Nor darkness to remember
Only gray tombs
With their golden mantras
Engraved to confuse
The dead left behind
Poisonous FearMy poisonous shadow of fearPoisonous Fear in Free Verse More Like This
Glue-like hands and fingernails
Crawling up my swollen spine
Sinking into exposed brain
It chains itself inside
It binds me to its presence
Within a self-abusing mind
Within a body made of shiver
Nightmares broke my running legs
And made my eyes see light
A promise of unbroken world
That I can never have
A shattered personality
An intoxicated sanity
Addicted to my dread
I listen to its silent breathing
I am what it came for
I'm the monster that I fear