JourneyThe journey is so much longer
when you don't use your heart as a map, I say, while
traveling down your heavenly-rich brown hair.
Are you listening? or maybe you already knew that,
not surprising, but either way I'm filled up
with the most beautiful bliss, and you're to blame;
you and your smile that you're barely ever without;
hard to believe there is so much power in a simple facial expression,
but it transforms us inside, like the beauty in an autumn leaf.
Take me to where that smile comes from;
take me to where happiness walks the blue skies,
and kisses the light.
Be the heart and the map of my journey――
you're already the beauty of it――and I'm bound to
along the way see a lot of sunsets and cherry blossom trees,
that's just like you isn't it?
SilenceSilence.Silence in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A language that everyone speaks.
But one that we are not able to hear.
A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.
There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.
People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.
A society where people judge others, as they sit back in their self proclaimed seats.
They can no longer understand you and they aware of the darkness that draws near.
Many lives led but we are all accompanied by the same drumbeat
Maybe you don't want to be heard but people will forcefully lend an ear.
Lips fused together, unint
Self-InflictedSelf-InflictedSelf-Inflicted in Free Verse More Like This
I just hate myself.
I hate the life that I lead.
I hate the things that I've done.
I keep trying to figure out.
Where it is exactly that I went wrong.
No matter how hard I try to evade
And blame others for my actions.
At some point I am forced to accept.
That the problem resides within me
And the answer remains absent.
I am the common dominator.
I am the back stabbing selfish traitor.
It's nothing to do with how I was raised
Or the credentials and intentions of my creators.
We choose our own paths.
We make our own decisions.
It is only us that determine what kind of life we lead.
There may be externa
GuidanceGuidance.Guidance in Free Verse More Like This
My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.
Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.
He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.
Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.
He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's shortlist.
At some point you will feel like the whole world is against you.
No matter what you do some people will just always resent you.
Accept their venomously kind words but never take them to heart.
The show must go on and no one else but you can play your part.
Lastly he said that you must find a balance between work and leisure
Because those priceless mome
The Super Hero DreamThe Super Hero Dream.The Super Hero Dream in Free Verse More Like This
Since I was young I've always had this reoccurring dream.
As immature and juvenile at it may seem.
I'd have this one fantasy
That me and my peers were apart of a heroic, super natural team.
We would serve and protect the world from impending doom.
But every morning I always end up waking up too soon.
I would stir and gaze around my marvel inspired room.
And attempt to
Move objects with just will of my mind.
Completely alter my anatomical design.
Teleport in and out of realties and dimensions.
Communicate with anyone via a telepathic connection.
Have an invulnerable metal emerge from my knuckles.
Tip the balance between the ageless good and evil struggle.
Soar above and around the skies like an aeroplane.
Have a romantic but dramatic relationship with my very own Mary Jane.
Have the technological advanced capabilities of a billionaire.
This would then enable me to have a untraceable, under water lair.
Catapult spheres of synthetic web from the pa
Breaking NewsBreaking News.Breaking News in Free Verse More Like This
That's somebody's mother.
Who was beaten and raped by another
Individual who couldn't control their seedy sexual desires.
Just because you can't smell the stench of burning skin.
Doesn't mean this world isn't intrinsically on fire.
That's somebody's daughter.
Who was kidnapped, molested and tortured.
By another who couldn't control their dishevelled cravings.
Super heros do not exist in this reality.
Does that mean this world is not worth saving?
That's somebody's father.
Who was shot by another individual who would rather
Resort to violence to settle a trivial dispute.
The things humans can do to each other.
No one can deny this world is not filled with ill repute.
That's somebody's son.
Who was a victim of a hit and run
Situation that should never had occurred.
His family are now seeking solace from a church.
But can anyone really say that in the end
We all get what we deserve?
Short-LivedShort-Lived.Short-Lived in Free Verse More Like This
Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.
For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.
Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.
We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.
Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.
Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.
So although you may think the worst is yet to come.
No matter the occasion whether it be
Domestic AbuseDomestic Abuse.Domestic Abuse in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He's not able to control his temper.
A blank canvas is all he is able to remember.
Absolute rage consumes his mind refusing any sort of reasoning to enter.
Her dad did the same to her mum, so she attributes it to the nature of his gender.
She has now been admitted four times to A and E since last December.
Abusive love is all she knows; she was never given the chance to experience anything better.
She always forgives him.
Her friends warned her but her heart just wouldn't listen.
He has a hold over her that's why she is not able to resist him.
She condemns her friends as to swift and hasty to dismiss him.
Even though she flinches whenever his fists begin clenching.
She is blindly caught up in a relentless and traumatic cyclic system.
How much more will she have to take?
How many more bones does she have to break?
How many times can she label his actions as a harmless mistake?
When will she realise that she does not have to be subjected to her mother's fate?
When will sh
BirthBirth.Birth in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Legs and arms primitively jolt in all directions.
Two bodies intertwined via a maternal connection.
Tufts of hair randomly elevated above a glistening scalp.
A speechless room saturated in compassionate but customary doubts.
Squinted eyes adjust to the intrusive artificial light.
An assortment of ardent illustrations vaguely in sight.
A protruding belly with a crimson chord attached.
Conserved in an amniotic egg instinctively waiting to be hatched
Premature shrills depart from a pair of virginal lungs.
A new unsolicited, unwritten autobiography has just begun
To unfold into an eventful and noteworthy tale.
A story of anguish but joyous relationships that set sail
And capsize within the shortest interval of time.
For you to leave this corporeal realm without any sign
Or indication but only theories of what will happen after.
Stout heads occupied with dreams of a fabled and fanciful pasture.
Eternally existing on an alternative astronomical domain.
Hoping that the ones
PartingPartingParting in Free Verse More Like This
'Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk as if I were beside you'
Overshadowed by a mass of dark clothed figures.
I lie dormant.
A discoloured winged beast looms on to my wooden chest.
I remain serene.
Devout anointed words are uttered to comfort the whimpers.
I wait inertly.
The approving earth begins to proximate and crumble.
I continue to rest in harmonious tranquillity.
'WHY?? WHY??? Why couldn't you have taken me instead',
The teary distraught maternal architect uncontrollably bellows.
All of nature is subdued.
My inanimate heart smiles.
For I know this is not the end.
Keep me alive in your memories my loved ones and friends.
On an unchartered date we will all descend.
And life will resume again.
Life Without SamsonLife without SamsonLife Without Samson in Free Verse More Like This
As I lie in front of the granite casing
Canonized by the sight of the one I love
Longing for his tender touch, to be in his reach again
I often smell the distinctive scent of his uniform
Surround myself with his garments
But only when he's not around
When he's around I must appear to be strong and stable
The constant questions of innocence and ignorance are impossible to answer
But he doesn't understand and I hope he never will
Life must continue and progress
I must now be his granite casing
To shield him from the bitterness and harshness of reality
But who will protect and support me?
Who is there to caress and look after me?
Who do I lean on and run to?
The granite casing can only do so much
But yet here I lie against it still
Even after all this time
Hoping to find strength
Soul CollectorBloody murdererSoul Collector in Free Verse More Like This
Damned soul collector
Tell me, how could you extort the life out of those shiny, brown eyes?!
I'm vividly smiling as he slowly dies
Tell me, didn't you fell a thing while giving the poisonous kiss?
I feel every beating of his heart as we are immersing in the bliss
A soul collector, destroyer of the mind,
I'm about to extinguish his light, to leave him lost and blind
I'll encage his ripped soul,
Just after he'll lose the self-control
Don't drag another soul into your disgrace,
Just one more blanked face
Don't kill again with your breath-taking embrace,
I promise, just one more one more stolen core
You know you shouldn't, but your claws are digging already in his chest,
I'm spilling his blood, the flesh I wrest
Don't collect this soul, not this time,
I must capture his soul before he captures mine,
I promise, just
There's Black All AroundThere's black all around, with nothing to touch or see,There's Black All Around in Free Verse More Like This
I'm hanging by dead images that started to discolor, swallowed by the obscure sea.
In this dark universe the wind is breathless,
To never wake up again, to bleed to death it would be a bless.
The sweet, cold rain, it never pours,
Because here's no sky, no earth, no exit doors.
There's black all around, with noting to smell or hear,
In my dreams is still a bit of color, but soon it will disappear.
In this dark universe my heart stopped beating,
Here's no oxygen, because there's no need of breathing,
For the last shard of sun I'm still grieving
I'm screaming to the endless dark,
But the echo of my voice won't overcome,
Because here's no "get back from".
There's black all around, with no joy or pain,
Because here's neither lose or gain,
I still remember how love and hate felt like,
But this will be erased too by the obscure bane,
Replaced by a field of nothing, an obscure plain
It's kind of funny to remember that I
MonstersDon't let yourself rest.Monsters in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They wait for your sleep.
They know when you're weak,
When you don't have control,
And they're waiting for you.
Don't close your eyes.
They're already there.
Every time that you blink,
You better hope they don't think
Don't let them know
When you're starting to grow
And beginning to bloom.
They'll find your old tomb
And they'll bury you down.
When you think they're all gone,
When you think they're away,
They'll pounce on your soul
As your trust is betrayed.
TyrannyAnd so here ends a home of terrorTyranny in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Of nothing but a long lit error
Nothing right, and nothing true
Hope sliding out of our view
What monster do you follow?
Whose poison do you swallow?
Know in it trust is only lie.
Evil spoken from deafening cry.
Listen here, from beaten brother
Before you become another
Leave this place your burdens bore
Flee yourself from this sad war
DreamsSo clearly I see sorrowDreams in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In my very soon tomorrow
As I go through cold and grey
Longing for the end of day
They tell me wish upon a star
But I doubt my wish will go so far
As to give my life a bit of hope
Or make it easier to cope
"All you need is love," they say
And for them, this just may
Be the happiness in life
But I still prefer a knife
So unethical it seems
How I'm consumed by simple dreams
Dreams I know will never be
But it's all that's left of me
Every day I wake to dream
Dream about a life that seems
So heroic, so improbable
When despair is so unstoppable
I dream about how I can make
Such a difference; not be fake
Yet my dreams are kept atop a shelf
When I cannot even save myself
AbandonedForgive me for these unseen sorrowsAbandoned in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wish away those pains tomorrow
Waiting for a lost messiah
Forgotten as a gone pariah
Had I ever known your woes
If you ever had disclosed
Maybe then, old chains would rust
If you'd ever just discussed
Caught inside some mausoleum
Humiliated in coliseum
Each fiber of your every being
Agony, yet never fleeing
Left the world with unseen sorrow
Had you waited one more 'morrow
Perhaps you'd find a lost messiah
If you'd not left me as pariah
Divided MindHidden from the naked eyeDivided Mind in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lurks a beast's sad lullaby
Weeping for a slice of respite
From the desperate and decrepit
His mind is cut into three
Him, his thoughts, his feelings free
Two heads to which he lost control
One that serves a useless role
Left to be a lone bystander
Hidden from such wanted candor
For those two heads speak in tongues
Foreign to the ears of young
Blind to the heads on either side
Wildly guessing what they hide
Secret whispers taunt his dreams
Nothing soothes his unheard screams
He limps across the woods with shame
No longer sure what he became
Two heads lead his unseen path
Whisp'ring tales of hidden wrath
The JarIn the back of the storeThe Jar in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Strangely set far
On a shelf by the door
A dusty old jar
People thought of them
As the store's entertainer
Worthless, loved by them
Just a rotten container
Just an empty, sad void
All joy was denied
And all was destroyed
By this beast of the air
A threat to the soul
Its life of despair
A hungry black hole
Men would use it to mask
All the hatred they carried
For this beast took a task
To hide wounds of the harried
For the threats of this beast
Were not easy to see
Its face had deceased
To a bitter, sad plea
The beast never ended
His anger or hate
It simply pretended
Something to relate
Blind are they still
Stumbling 'round paths
No dreams to fulfill
But a jar of its wrath
SlenderBetter keep moving,Slender in Free Verse More Like This
Evade his deadly grasp.
His long, tendril arms
Inching ever closer.
Nothing will stop him.
Darkness hides him,
Obscured by the vast
Unknown. But he's always...
Recycle BinOh Recycle Bin,Recycle Bin in Free Verse More Like This
How you taunt me so.
Plump from my ideas,
With none for me to show.
Your mouth always open,
Waiting to be fed
The words that roll about
So messy in my head.
Each scrap a banquet,
Each page a tasty treat.
You grin at my failure
And swell from my defeat...
The ThingI lay still in my bed,The Thing in Free Verse More Like This
Mr. Ted by my side,
And listen hard for the thing
That crawls around outside.
He'll start with the scratching,
It's always the same,
His claws carving the face
Of the wooden door frame.
Then he'll move onto the blood
Seeping beneath my door,
Dripping from the walls,
Covering the floor.
The wardrobe will squeak,
Those green eyes appear,
Voices will whisper
Dark words in my ear.
Their dead hands will tug
At the edge of my sheets
And insects will crawl
All over my feet.
I lay and wait
For their games to begin.
But tonight will be different,
I whisper with a grin,
Tonight I will show
Those monsters a scare.
They can come back again,
IF they dare.
Comic Book HeroWe met in the Summer, I was single and free,Comic Book Hero in Free Verse More Like This
So fragile and sweet, he took care of me.
He was so much fun, exciting and new,
It was all so amazing, too good to be true.
Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his heart was untrue, his words were lies.
No comic book hero, but a villain disguised.
Our romance was deep, like Superman and Miss Lane
Iron Man, Miss Potts, Spidey and Mary Jane.
He impressed me with gifts, and words sublime,
Affirmations of how he would always be mine.
Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his heart was untrue, his words were lies.
No comic book hero, but a villain disguised.
As time went by, his promises were lost.
His stories grew grander and my heart was the cost.
The hero, he ran. Where to? No one knows.
But a path of heart ache will follow where he goes.
Like a comic book hero, he too wore a mask.
Promises broken, our love not to last.
And his heart was
WordsWords can mean a little,Words in Free Verse More Like This
Words can mean a lot.
Sometimes it's what you make of them,
Sometimes they're all you've got.
Words can make a difference,
They can change a person's life.
They can send the world to war,
Or end a victim's strife.
"We are masters of the unsaid words",
Be sure to choose them well.
For cruel words can linger,
They can turn life into hell.
The Angel's LamentThe bell tolls its haunting ring,The Angel's Lament in Free Verse More Like This
A tune to which the angels sing.
Their promise of exquisite things
Falls deaf on those without their wings.
Inner DemonI harbour a monster,Inner Demon in Free Verse More Like This
It lingers deep within.
It wants to escape me,
To tear free from my skin.
It gnaws at my insides,
And hopes that I'll give in.
It works hard to tempt me,
To lead me into sin.
It wants me to suffer
To feel its wretched sting.
But I stand true and strong,
I will not let it win.
The nights are the hardest,
In bed I pray and sing
To the Lord God above
To rid me of this thing.
But instead it remains,
My monster still within.
Turn On The DarkTurn On The Dark in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When fragile hopes and fears collide
It waits for you on the other side
I can feel the tremors in my soul
I've grown afraid of the masquerade.
Barely holding on, I'm losing control
Wide awake, I confide in the shade.
Sinking so slowly down the drain
Much like the purple pill I swallow.
A voice unheard is a voice in vain
Black rain falls and teardrop's follow.
Shadows loom throughout the room
They cover my eyes like a veil.
Just flip the switch, it'll be over soon
Just pull the curtain over the pale.
The transition rattles my psyche at first
Yet it's a feeling I've always invited.
For when my body becomes submersed
I discover my worlds benighted.
I wonder how much time has past
Fading deeper into the stark domain.
A place like this, shows no contrast
But it's a place I must ascertain.
I call this smoke-filled cell a prison
That harbors questions of fruition.
But like a zombie, I have risen
To greet the face of my mortician.
I'm taken with its abysmal skies
Now I reap the chilling silenc
Fleeting MomentA moment so fleetingFleeting Moment in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Be still my heart from beating.
A moment so charming
With eyes so disarming.
A moment so quiet
No one can deny it.
A moment so profound
With such a dulcet sound.
A moment so shy
You dare not say goodbye.
A moment so intense
Filled with such suspense.
A moment so fateful
Feeling ever so grateful.
This moment comes and goes
How long will it last?
Graveyard LoversGraveyard Lovers in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On our honeymoon day we drove
Down the mountain pass and cove.
With starry eyes, our love we swore
To be together for evermore.
Tell me dear, have we arrived yet?
For we haven't a moment to lose.
We'll be there soon my sweet rosette
I'll tell you love, you're my only muse.
Tell me dear, who sets your heart ablaze
With an ever so softly placed kiss?
I'm awestruck by your burning gaze
I'll tell you love, you're my eternal bliss
Tell me dear, why your hair remains still
Amongst this harshest of wind that blows?
Your charming smile evokes such thrill
I'll tell you love, you're my exquisite rose.
Tell me dear, why your dress is torn?
It laid so beautifully against your skin.
Unlike this dress, my heart hasn't worn.
I'll tell you love, to cherish me within.
Tell me dear, what is this place?
It looks quite desolate and gray.
My eyes see nothing but your grace
I'll tell you love, we shall not fray.
Tell me dear, why it's grown so silent?
I cannot hear the faintest sound.
Your lilting voice mak
Die With MeDie with me in the morning hazeDie With Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To make our beating hearts unite.
Die with me on the darkest days
As we bask in each other's light.
Die with me when the stars align
And all the world begins to cry.
Die with me as our souls entwine
When angels tears fall from the sky.
Die with me as time ticks away
Those resplendent twilight hours.
Die with me as the pine trees sway
In the fields of golden flowers.
Die with me as I hold you tight
So we may share our last goodnight.
Are You Alright?Give it a tryAre You Alright? in Free Verse More Like This
And then you're going to die
Follow your curiosity
And then it'll kill you
Taste all tastes of life
And then you're going to be dead.
It ain't no joke
Get out before there is no more hope
Don't be the first in death's line
Deal with the only reality
Take your soul as high as Heaven
And then you'll be back no longer upset
Your time hasn't come yet.
Disturbing Mental PrisonSome people are dead,Disturbing Mental Prison in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watching the world in red,
The red of blood
Spilled from their mouths,
Falling to pieces,
Getting no way out.
Inside their own minds,
Blinded by their lives,
Stuck in a single melody,
A melody of silence,
A melody of agony,
A melody of desperation.
Only God might help,
Cleaning up their situations,
Giving life back,
Presenting the only salvation.
Some people are dead,
Not because they died,
But because they don't live.
Haikus are Too ShortHaikus are too short,Haikus are Too Short in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
To be at all worth clicking,
So I'll write some more.
These words are filler,
So I don't feel truly bad,
For writing briefly.
I write re Haikus
In a Haiku, how clever!
I'm showing off now.
Pride and Acceptance ?They loathe me;Pride and Acceptance ? in Free Verse More Like This
they shout the worst words
(the kind that encircle you like flies; relentless) -
burning, scathing words.
It doesn't matter. I don't care what anybody else says.
I am alone, shunned.
I curl up in the wastelands
of something I once recognised
as my most intimate identity,
but now feels foreign and outlandish;
They're just words. I don't have to let them get to me.
I am proud.I don't need anyone elseto accept me;I accept myself.
Could You?One smile was all it tookCould You? in Free Verse More Like This
Who thought a heart could break this quickly?
One glance, one stare
Did you even remember that I was there?
Your eyes locked on her face
Who thought a heart could crumble into decay?
There are so many things I want to say
So many things I want to scream in your face
So many tears I tried to hide
When I said I felt better, could you tell that I lied?
Could you tell that this is eating away at me?
The image won't go away
I try to remind myself of happiness and glee
But I remember when you were with her, and not me
Now you tell me you love me, I trust you with that
And I want you to know that I love you too
But seriously, I'm starting to feel insecure
I want you to know that I love you, and only you
But, please tell me, could you tell me that too?
Was It All A Lie?The funny thing is,Was It All A Lie? in Free Verse More Like This
You can walk past me
And totally ignore me
Acting like I don't exist
Without an inch of guilt in your black heart
After all the things we have been through
After all the times we have been there for each other
And you act like it never happened
The funny thing is,
You can look in the mirror
Thinking you're the best
Thinking you are too good for everyone
After all the things I have done for you
After all the things we have put each other through
Through thick and thin
And totally forget that I was once in your life
That you needed me
That you loved me
It's like you're a totally different person,
In a totally different universe,
You don't know me anymore,
You don't want to know me anymore,
You don't love me anymore,
So please tell me this,
Did you ever love me,
Or was that just another lie you told me?
Was it all a lie?
EmilieEmilie sits upon the shelfEmilie in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A pretty doll in a shop
She sits and waits for her time to come
Until her loneliness stops
She waits and waits, full of false hope
That someone will come take her home
But when all the other dolls have been bought
She wonders why she's still alone
She spends her time thinking about
Her imaginary faults
Assuming that she's ugly because
Why else has she not been sold?
And to this day, she's wanted to say
Why am I the only doll that's still here?
She's fed up of loneliness, fed up of waiting
For something she once had that disappeared
Emilie sits upon the shelf
A pretty doll in a shop
She sits and waits for her time to come
But her loneliness never stops
She's so fed up that she's stopped trying
To be the perfect one
Because deep down she already knows
Her perfect one has been and gone
The EscapistIt is really insomniaThe Escapist in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you're keeping me awake?
Is it the infatuation
That made me start to shake?
Is it so peculiar
If you make me feel brand new?
Is it some kind of obsession
That I have with you?
I watch you when I feel lonely
Is that so wrong?
I think of you when they hurt me
So what if that's all day long?
You make me feel so happy
What if that's all I have?
Should that be taken away
Just because it sounds mad?
Because right now in real life
There's no happily ever after
When I see something I don't like
I can't just skip the chapter
Or quickly press fast forward
On a TV remote control
Real life is but a wound
And you help fill the hole
So keep me in the trance
That you put me in before
You'll be my sweet romance
I won't need anything more
Even though we haven't met
You'll be the one that I adore
And I know you're not a threat
So I can't be hurt anymore
Silent WarsBeaten and broken down with sharp wordsSilent Wars in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That scratch and tear at your skin
The people who believed everything they heard
Don't question why, but like to join in
Dragging our feet through broken glass
Trying to ignore the bloody sight
As long as we carry on walking past
We must be getting somewhere, right?
We are angry and we are in pain
From people with no sense of empathy
We want answers to prove we're not to blame
Hard to find in a world full of apathy
We're the soldiers who don't make a sound
And we fight our own battles alone
We may be more lost than found
But we survive every stick and stone
If you dare think that because we don't speak
Of what misery, stress and pain we are in
That we are not fighting, and that we are weak
Then you need to look deep down within
Have you ever fought a battle inside
Without anyone else knowing?
Because you don't want to lose your pride
We don't want to be judged for the pain we're showing
We are worried but we are aware
That there are people you ca
To My LoveThis is hard to defineTo My Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They don't fade with time
How long must I wait?
Until I see you
Memories to create
I love how you call me your love
How we gaze at the stars above
I could breathe you in forever
Addicted to your scent
If I am yours then are you mine?
I'll love you 'til the end of time
I could stare at you forever
Eyes so intensely blue
You're always on my mind
From dusk until dawn
Sorrow hard to find
And when I go to sleep
You're right there with me
Lips brushing my cheek
I've never felt like this before
I've never felt so very sure
Of anything that's in my life
Will you stay for a while?
You're everything good in the world
And you've changed my view of the world
To something brighter than before
You're the vibrant colour
I've never really loved
Not before, and then
With you I understood
In your arms just feels right
It's you all along
Your beautiful sight
If I were to reach out right now
And feel your face right there somehow
I'd cover you in sweet kisses
Empty LettersI know I'll find nothing,Empty Letters in Free Verse More Like This
but it's worth hoping that
somehow I'll hear from you
though it can't be good for me.
Every day I spend my thoughts
on a hope as false as wooden bones
that you'll take it on yourself
to remember how to talk to me.
We were friends once.
My arms will never tire
of throwing water on this bridge
you've set alight,
but my heart is burnt
and becoming exhausted.
Unlit CandlesYour spirit curled with the smokeUnlit Candles in Free Verse More Like This
towards the ceiling of the funeral home.
This image brought me closure,
and relief that your soul could escape
from the open casket.
When you turned ashes to ashes,
I imagine the release was the same
as when our voices caught
on the hymn's last note
and we all blew out our candles.
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?
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 hit the bed,
Sometimes I can't remember,
Perhaps that's the best arrangement.
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.
The DreamingSome mornings I can feelThe Dreaming in Free Verse More Like This
your lips pressed to my forehead,
and when I pull closer I wake
to empty blankets.
That's when I roll onto my back
and close my eyes tighter
to will your form next to me,
though wishful thinking
never made anybody materialize before.
I always hope I'll be the first to manage it.
I have walked with you in dreaming
ten years on and off,
and you found me by chance in words.
We loved without meeting for
Why shouldn't my mind
conjure you here?
For that's most of what we were,
dreams and words,
before you ventured to me.
If I could hold out to holding you,
I should be able to will you here.
We've waited long enough,
it's only fair...
though I suppose that,
while it defies the brain
and sometimes the body it serves,
the heart must at least
obey laws of science.
So I'll unclench my eyes
and roll onto my side,
as I hold onto dreaming
until you're here.
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.
Almost LifelikeMy very life is plastic,Almost Lifelike in Free Verse More Like This
similar in hue
to the dirty water in the sink.
My cage is windowed,
but still a cage,
and however dark my song,
I am nothing but his "little bird,"
a pet well-trained.
my aspirations poised
to burn it down.
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
they are dead
and the second hand stutters,
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.
The Penny on the TracksThey say thatThe Penny on the Tracks in Free Verse More Like This
when you put a penny on the rails,
the whole train goes careening off.
I wanna know who the hell
laid that coin on my mind
and laughed as the cars toppled over,
I think I understand
why people run back into burning structures.
My train has tumbled down,
and I would wrap my hands
around its burning steel
not for scars or stories,
but to regain what's caught
under the weight of the wreckage.
Maybe if I saw the penny on the tracks,
glinting in warning,
I would've jumped from the caboose
and saved myself from the arduous process
of grafting my sanity from better places.
But I can't push my brain backwards
any better than I could brace myself
to stop such an engine with my hands.
Thoughts Around A SunsetWill I go down like the sun?Thoughts Around A Sunset in Free Verse More Like This
Will I go anywhere?
Something about seeing the sun going down
makes me feel like I should feel a certain deepness;
there's just so much strength and meaning to it.
It gives me that tough love, telling me I need
to be stronger; it makes me want to break all the walls in my way;
it tells me I can but it won't be anywhere near easy, tough love again.
These are feelings and fears inside of me,
but I don't know why hard work scares as well as inspires me.
Must not have anything dishonest here right now.
I feel a change or a want for a change from
the beauty and value of this sunset;
I want it and fear it so much, but I know I want it more!
The thought of being beautiful like a sunset
inspires me and makes me nervous simultaneously,
but the fear is not huge;
I can get rid of it by thinking of the greatness of what's on the other side,
Though I can never permanently exterminate it.
What's with this fear of change anyway?
I should be afraid of staying at thi
Come BackBefore my chipped wings disintegrate, they do sob.Come Back in Free Verse More Like This
The path that I thought led to a light
has brought me back to this barren desert.
My dreams of learning, growing and staying strong
are fading away.
Everything I'm made of screams;
I say I don't hear it, but I know I do
because of that place inside that always speaks the truth;
where not even a lie you've forced yourself to believe
a million times can hide.
The black, empty, cold night;
I could write thousands of fascinating words about it,
and somehow it describes me in a way I'm not entirely sure how,
but I stare at it; somehow I see my fate: dark but still beautiful
in a deep and, again, fascinating way.
Though I barely believe it, I am deeper and more complex than I think;
I just need that strength, which is not yet something I'm rich in.
The light of hope and possibility shines only on the strong
Closed eyes, while thinking,
trying to find something that is....true I guess,
but it doesn't come.
I now reach out to grab one of the m
Beautiful FeelSorrow, with all the sweet and sourness,Beautiful Feel in Free Verse More Like This
warmth and coldness of a sad song,
but I don't know if it has the stars.
"You're beautiful." "Lies!"
But why do I let it eat me away?
Why is this beauty complex higher than the mountains?
It's the failing battle to get rid of it
that's really the worse part.
So many people I couldn't do it for..........
Maybe I haven't gotten enough sunlight,
or did enough exercise,
but maybe this feeling is an unavoidable truth
that comes to me every once and a while.
"You're beautiful." "No I'm not; I don't see it!!!"
"There's a lot of things you don't see."
Paper magazines of people I'll never be;
delusions in my head of people I'll never be;
it can be hard to see clearly through it all,
like a path with millions of forks in it.
It's unlikely this poem will have a happy ending,
but.....I want a smile on my face...I don't want to "accept" who I am;
I sometimes think the word "accept"(depending on the situation)
carries pain with it.
Of All The DaysListening to the words "Where [pause] where does it come from?"Of All The Days in Free Verse More Like This
It crashes on me like an ocean blue, heavy breeze.
There was a reason I drank this coffee,
and didn't go to bed, and let this day end unfulfilled
only to promise on the new day that I'll do better.
In this writing, deception comes to me saying I've done enough,
but I haven't! I probably never have!
There is a voice that needs to scream out,
and hands that need to be balled into fists,
though I don't know what they're supposed to punch.
Ah, my hand hurts from this writing,
just like I always wanted;
after all, I've said too many times to write until it hurts,
but how many times have I really meant that?
I need to act, lest I learn the hard way
that you've only got one life;
everyday I must be one step closer to my own promise land.
It's like everyday I get a glimpse―a small glimpse―
of what waits for me, and now I realize
that it waits for me, not vise versa;
the light at the end doesn't come to you; you walk
HelplessNothing in front,Helpless in Free Verse More Like This
and nothing good in the back.
Only a fool says life is fair.
I know the value of having hope,
but that doesn't do much right now.
My mind feels like it's drowning,
and my eyes want to stream out tears.
Still, I want to be strong enough to
not say "Why Me?"—
though I feel it on the tip of my tongue—
and lose myself in misery,
but the pain hurts
with the haunting, terrorizing memories
of the past it brings,
and it's as if there's nothing I can do to banish them.
Misery is not my friend,
but it sure comes around often.
The world is spinning way too fast;
I'm dizzy and frazzled.
But how do you fight the truth?
I feel what my mind is telling me is true,
but I'm not sure.
I know most of the negative things we think
are never really true, but even if it isn't
there's very little that would change.
Someone pulled a switch on my mind
and then broke the "off" lever;
it's stuck on depressed.
we all wake up on the wrong side of the bed at
HeartTake away this shadow spell in the way of angel sighs,Heart in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and reach so far into my mouth and yank out all the lies.
Heal me with your sunlit heart,
be my embracing wind,
and give me all the love you can
without committing sin.
Have more gleam than the morning,
be whiter than any dove,
be all the stars I count in the sky
as we confess our love.
In this moment in your arms, my severed heart finds rest,
and all the things that meant to kill flee back into their nest.
That special night I'll always have, where I felt nobody but you;
I swear for the first time I saw your eyes, looking at mine so heavenly blue.
You are the ocean's crashing waves,
you are the breezy Autumn days,
you are a smile that never fades,
who finds me when I've lost my way.
Even when the tears fall,
and often I'm trapped in my mind,
serenity will serenade,
because you stay by my side.
Love is eternal, and pain does cease,
under Autumn weather, love was released.
You are my safe, you are my meaning,
who brightens where I g
Honesty Blows Her HairShe is Spring's first bloom;Honesty Blows Her Hair in Free Verse More Like This
She fills any dried out river
with her smile;
She is every wish made on a shooting star.
You can't help but feel your heart
in your chest in the presence of her.
She'll take your gray and make a rainbow.
Her delicate hands will always touch you
with every ounce of her love,
and bring out your ever fair orchid
A kiss from her gives you wings
to fly from your troubles,
and fly above the clouds when they
cover the moon.
You've never seen a rose
like the one in her hands.
You've seen beauty, but never
felt it like the one from her soul.
Has anyone ever explored the worlds
in her eyes?
She'd gladly let you in.
For her, the sky rains love;
the oceans of stars ignite,
and hate collapses.
At the start of your pain;
when you even think about abandoning
hope, you'll see her shining in the sun,
while honesty blows her hair.
Blank CanvasShe looks so prettyBlank Canvas in Free Verse More Like This
in the sun rays of a blessed afternoon.
The breeze has a soft touch
on her skin of flawlessness.
Her voice is a Mozart sonata,
and for her the word perfect is an understatement.
We need sunglasses for the height of her radiance.
No one will look away;
she's cursed to be in the gaze of thousands.
But then my heart falls when I wake up from that dream.
Yes, none of that was real,
and pretending it is
I must change.
I turn the pages of my diary,
in hopes that writing in it will be
like a purification,
to everything that is within that I want to be without.
What I then wish for is to go on as myself,
and to see everything and everyone,
not with rose colored glasses,
but just as something with value;
in a word the truth.
The true beauty of life
is being who you are,
and being happy with who you are,
also to smile and mean it,
so smile and be your own sunshine.
Always Be TrueThe truth may be painful,Always Be True in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the truth may bring sorrow,
tears may be shed,
and hearts may be hollow.
But it will carry you, it's a healing hand,
though in pain you have fallen,
with purpose you'll stand.
You'll see the path you were truly meant to take,
at that point you'll be free of all things fake.
You'll give birth to miracles,
you'll see gold and silver things,
the nightingale was once crippled,
but the truth healed its wings.
That's what I found....
The most meaning one can have in a night,
the sky was dark but around her was light,
the light of truth that The Kingdom had sent,
to ensure that her future was very well spent.
She had it so easy,
being lost in another place,
she lived so much a lie
she didn't recognize her own face.
That's why this night had come to pass,
she saw herself in truth at last.
Her heart in misery,
lamentation with regrets,
and afraid of what will happen when the new day sets.
The sky not big enough to hold her tears,
crying all night but nobody hears,
Lift MeDon't cry, dear beautiful soul;Lift Me in Free Verse More Like This
of course you don't listen.
Lost in the crashing waves in the midnight sky,
as if out of your own body,
you suffer so.
What made you so in pain years ago is still here;
you feel like all your promises you made
You're even so close to asking
"what did I do to deserve this?"
Oh, the heartache of life that's dreams now just run
down your face like tears,
for it just seems as though there's a darkness within
whose goal is to assure no dream comes true;
the worst part is that such a darkness
makes you laugh in the process.
Cliched fists, with a headache, and sweat all over are your companions.
You stand before reality that holds a mirror to see yourself and your life;
lamentation for a person who barely ever reached out;
lamentation for a life barely went anywhere.
You just don't know what to do; at this point you
don't even want to do anything anyway,
for every part of the mirror shows you
just how badly you're losing the battle