A Walk With the Poet- Canto I(Pilot)
Still and standing was I,
at the middle of my journey.
Lost between the right and the wrong.
Forgetful as to the actions that
brought me to such a place as this...
The outskirts of some abandon ruin,
External, the metropolis
from which I had come.
Above me the ruins stood,
looking down upon me...
Upon the desolation in my eyes
which did stare.
What amount of distraught came to me!
I knew no amount of control in this place.
An occurrence so similar to some sort of nightmare.
To what extent is this my current reality?
To what cause is the reason behind,
my presence within these shambles of a past.
At the entrance to my ears,
the blowing dust and ash...
calling me from all directions.
From the shadows did I hear the bellow of some beast...
And from my chest, the beat of my fearful heart...
Beating breath after breath from my dry mouth...
The growling carried on...
past the blowing dust and into my dreading ears,
And emerged the beast from the dust shrouded dark.
Its heads were three,
GeographyMy last year of elementary schoolGeography in Free Verse More Like This
Possibly the best on record
Before I grew up
We had this assignment that was meant to present
Our knowledge of these certain terms
Mountain, plateau, key, archipelago
Peninsula, strait, and so on, et cetera
Given these small, thin sheets of paper
And the definitions of each
I set out on a snow day to pursue this project
Colored pencils and a black felt pen
Carefully drawing them
Tongue out the side of my teeth
I wanted it to be perfect
It was a four hour ordeal
I remember reappearing out of my room
And lunch had gone by long ago
But I wasn't yet finished
I couldn't find a ring to hang them on
That's what they needed was a ring
And for the life of me I had none
I searched my drawers
Found needles and paper clips and scrap ribbons
Beads, a necklace, small scissors.... A necklace
It was only a simple solution
And I hoped it would be accepted
I even decorated it with beads spelling my name
The praise was more than I had in my eleven-year-old prospect
You're My PhobiaDriving me into darknessYou're My Phobia in Free Verse More Like This
Huddled in fetal position
I couldn't stop the frightened tears running down my face
That strange sense
That looming animosity I was clutched in
It has never disappeared
Even if it never truly existed
This tower over me, this shadow
The bane of everything I dream about
I can't speak, not face to face
Look in the eyes
Hear that piercing, blasting voice
I go numb
Alone and vulnerable
I feel so weak and defenseless
Just the mention of it
Curdles my blood
Treated like a friend but feeling like
I am the prey
Going cold in an instant, tense and dry
Wishing only to look at the floor
I wouldn't dare approach
Nor wish to be approached
It's like meeting a black hole
And feeling the blackness of the gravity on the hairs of your skin
I can't scream, I can't cry
I can't run and hide or fight
I just have to find a shield
And pray the fire doesn't come beating down
This is a phobia
It has no particular name
But I'm sure it's not n
StayingThe clock turns around and we breathe ourselves out into silenceStaying in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your face bears the mark of the dead but you live on with violence
There ain't a word or an echo of truth
That don't steal my soul and bind it to you
But the fight is where it all has to stand together
And you break
All the laws that I learned
And you kill
All the lies that I've lived
You're a thief on the run
But I see you wear broken wings
And I'm dying to see you just as you are
And we're learning to wonder if life is all ours
As you try to slip further, I'm going down too
Don't think that I'm stupid, I'm staying with you
The road is ahead and we've got a billion choices
The sound of our hearts somehow cover millions of noises
You try to make light, think you've figured it out
You cut out too early but I know you doubt
'Cuz something real shines through when we are together
And I leave
All the worries behind
And I give
You the love that is mine
No, I never felt sorry
But don't go the last part alone
And I'm dying to se
All on my own!There's a feeling kinda like jet lagAll on my own! in Free Verse More Like This
When you haven't written something for a while and
You wonder, "Why haven't I written anything?"
Maybe it's because there's been too much to do
Too much to stress about?
But if you're stressed, wouldn't that cause something brilliant?
It usually does.
Even then, a bit of randomness that
MAKES NO SENSE
Should pass itself off as genius.
So what is this?
A poem or a rant? You pick.
A poetic rant? Can those be poetic?
I've always wondered how slam worked.
I can't slam poetry.
Somewhere back in the fifteenth age of the world, people started slamming
Doors, words, hammers, women, all sorts of junk.
I initially cringe at slamming.
But to let the energy gradually exit the tips of my fingers
And the tip of my tongue
From the nodes and rods and cones and cortex of my brain
That poetry comes freer and sweeter.
It may never stay within my memory, but once it has been
Written; captured with an inken audience; set in a grave stone
Brought to life on a
Lucid Rhapsody"Your eyes haunt my dreamsLucid Rhapsody in Free Verse More Like This
Your touch moves my bones
You're the child inside of me
Yearning to burn
You have glossed my reality
The mere substance of mystery
A spinning top over my past
Sequestered by youth...."
[VINYL SCRATCH AND REWIND THE TAPE.]
Alright I don't need to sugar coat it anymore.
You are honestly all I want right now.
You may think that's weird, or crazy - it might even creep you out.
We don't truly know each other.
If you know my name, I would be surprised.
But I have an eye out for you.
I know your face, your voice, and the way you look people in the eye.
I know what you wear, the way you smile.
We've seen each other around too often.
You've seen my face. You've looked at it as if you've been meaning to, and I wonder.
Why would you do that?
How could I let this happen to me?
More like the food I want a Doctor's (as in The Doctor) Lifetime Supply of.
I won't truly be satisfied until I see you again.
Just seeing you will give me the right b
Warm LoveThe kind of love I want to give is warmWarm Love in Free Verse More Like This
I want to embrace someone in the same way I snuggle a cat
Let their head lean on my shoulder with laughter
Let their tears pour onto the back of my jacket
Rub our clammy hands together on cloudy days
Allow my fingers to run through their hair as much as they play with mine
Giggling over childish things
Make them know that they are sweeter and warmer than a mug of hot chocolate in my hands with gloves and a blanket
Every day is a summer night with a bonfire
Toes spinning on the sand
I will gladly share that warm love, peacefully and quietly, with the best person in the world
Bah Bye NowSitting on this chain-linked fenceBah Bye Now in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting for the chariot to come and take me away
Waiting to get those shoes with wings
While the fence is digging into me
Why don't you get off that fence?
Don't you know that you're not going anywhere?
It took someone yelling that in my ear for ages
And then one person to whisper it to me once
For me to realize what I was doing
So I started walking
And as I walked
I watched that chariot run past on a different road
It wasn't mine to catch anyway
And those shoes with wings were still sitting behind the window of the store
With my head and my heart as the price
Is that really what I was looking for this whole time?
What, was I standing on my head and looking cross-eyed at everything?
There may not be a horse walking alongside me waiting for me to break it
I might not be in the correct city
But I have my own feet and I can walk wherever I want to
And you know where I can walk?
I can walk uphill
Get away from this flat-landed ghost town
Stomp the tumblew
A Doctorate in PoetrySo you're gonna write a poem today?A Doctorate in Poetry in Free Verse More Like This
Step into my office!
Okay, what would you like to write about?
You don't know?
What's the point of writing it if you don't know?
Ah, I see. You just want to write, but you don't know where to start, uh huh.
Well, let's do a little searching in that creative mind of yours!
Did you see anything recently that inspired you?
Something like a beautiful landscape, or some interesting architecture?
Or have you spent time out in nature, or in the city lately?
Seen anyone do something that surprised you?
Something like random acts of kindness,
Or maybe they just did something weird like tying a balloon to a pigeon?
(First weird thing that came to mind, sorry for the terrible images you might have currently)
Not even that?
Okay, let's take a different turn on this.
Let's go through your memory.
Yeah, think of your childhood. Did you have a good childhood?
Even if you didn't, you could write about your horrid childhood.
Anything about family or friends? Plac
ExquestionsWhy?Exquestions in Free Verse More Like This
Most of the questions started that way.
But I learned that these questions have become null in most cases.
Because usually, they're the questions that people will try to answer right away.
Because they don't want to hear that question.
Because that question comes too quickly.
Because it is really annoying to hear someone ask that kind of question.
Because it makes someone vulnerable to the answer.
Because it's easier to just dish out the knowledge one has than have someone scavenge for it.
Because sometimes the explanation has already been given.
Because many people don't know how to explain, or if there even is an explanation.
Why did I treat this person so horribly?
Why don't I tell this person what I'm really thinking?
Why can't I be better about this habit?
Why can't people see how I see?
Why does everything have to just get complicated?
Why are humans so crude and stupid?
Why can't everyone just get along?
Why are these things bad?
Why are these things good?
Why is anyone eve
AlwaysDo you see the water?Always in Free Verse More Like This
That used to be me
Flowing, oh so carefree
Leaving Mother Earth
Once in a while
(It was a heated disagreement)
But I come back
I always come back.
Do you see the skeleton?
That used to be me
Cold bones, white, bleached
In the sun
(It was only an accident)
So I stay
I always stay.
Do you see the lightning?
That used to be me
Oh, too late.
(It was a flash you know)
There's not enough time
There's always not enough time.
Do you see the blue marble?
That's where I am
You could block me out with your thumb.
Abundant yet lonely
I am always lonely.
Where I'm FromI am from smallWhere I'm From in Free Verse More Like This
Yet, not judging
I am from other
Hoggy woggy Hogwarts,
Oz(Not the man nor Australia)
I am from the
Of the past
And the future.
I am from the
Sci-fi flicks, superhero
(and maybe Punk)
I am from the
The inaudible sheets
Of music and the
Oh my oh dear oh deer in headlights you did not hear me sing.
I am from the
Naïve from the
Start to finish
About human nature
I am from the
Pressures, the words
Arguments that my parents used to give (and are giving)
I am from post
For I've heard stories about life prior
I am a collection
Of all things me,
Colorful only if
I step away from my
TaxidermyThe cat satTaxidermy in Free Verse More Like This
on the mat
Staring with glazed eyes
out the window.
Watching the grass
grow into flowers
grow into trees.
Watching the seasons
pass and repeat
Spring into Summer into
Autumn into Winter.
Watching as children
walk by, one by one
growing into teens
into adults into
The cat sat
on the mat
its tail tucked
neatly around its legs
eyes staring into space.
Good IntentionsIt fell from the skyGood Intentions in Free Verse More Like This
At nine point eight meters per second squared.
A careless throw
on the unyielding pavement.
Three metric tons of
diesel powered mechanics
The rubber wheels
of life are heavy
Candlelight FuzzMemories are not the same as they used to be.Candlelight Fuzz in Free Verse More Like This
Old proceedings are replaced by new
But yet there's a candlelight fuzz
Edges – vague
Just shapes and motions—a blur
Perhaps that's what a restart is
What people need is
A new beginning
Turning over another
Flake of shale
To find another
Flake of shale
Perhaps if we turn over enough flakes of shale
We'll find a bit of green moss
An insect that at first repulses you
But is endlessly fascinating
Until it skitters away
Perhaps, instead of turning over pieces of stone
We look up towards the sky
An almost limitless expanse of blue
And the beginnings of a storm
On the horizon
And we'll wait it out
Or find some shelter
Pile of shale
And flip some more flakes over
There's a purpose
But I don't know what it is
It is forgotten
And definitely I shall be too
In a world illuminated
OccasionallyOccasionallyOccasionally in Free Verse More Like This
I am the song
Heard a million times
Sung only once in a while
I am the bird,
Caged, yet willing
I am the leaf
That falls off a tree
From the Wandering Forest
That never was.
I am the one who digs through
Of clothing to
Find my keys.
I am the thinker
Who believes that
Nothing should be
Oz the Great and PowerfulOz the great and powerfulOz the Great and Powerful in Free Verse More Like This
Is that what they call you?
Don't let it get to your head.
You know that emerald city of yours?
'tisn't really emerald innit?
Just paint the darn thing green and you'll save at least fifteen percent or more
How long have you stayed in Oz?
Look at you
A child all grown up
Inventorman Carnivalman Conman Balloonman
You create concoctions of liquid illusions
And allude to greatness.
Or the size of your head
The thing is,
Is what runs the man
And you've got enough to run a marathon
But you're also a coward
And that trips the man
And you've come in last every s
With Me Being StupidWith me being stupidWith Me Being Stupid in Free Verse More Like This
I had to slip and fall
on that sorta
with everyone watching
I've had worse
With me being dull
I had to be silent and shunned
on that sorta
with everyone listening
I've heard worse
With me being silent
I had to glare and smirk
on that sorta
with everyone bustling around
I've seen worse
With me being useless
I had to look towards the future
on my sorta
with nobody to talk to.
This is the worst.
poemlookpoem in Free Verse More Like This
i arrange them
at the deliberate
which i once saw
of a melodramatic
it looked artsy
at my deliberate lack
(save for the
which helps to mask
that i am not
where it ought to go
at the abrupt
of my lines
and the enforced
i suppose that
that does not
hide the inherent
on this poem
and call it art
call it deep
and my work
it really is
that is not
i am young
i will learn
while i angst
in the typical
that i may write
i may share
a minuscule measure
The Stone MaidenOnce while in the wasteland wood,The Stone Maiden in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I came upon the one who stood
Forever cast in stone was she,
Amongst the trees for none to see.
She stood with chin still tilted high,
Defiance shining in her eye.
But she was trapped by witches' spell
And stuck inside a stony shell.
Love's first kiss could set her free,
And together we would be.
I never knew of who she was
but I could end her ceaseless pause.
So I crept close and caught her hand
Frozen still by cursed command
I held her hip within my grip,
And placed a kiss upon her lips.
The rise and fall of life began;
Across my jaw her fingers ran.
Rosy hue flushed up her cheek
She beamed at me, but didn't speak.
Then suddenly, the marshland swayed
Magic bade for prices paid.
The maiden held me close for fear
Of hidden crones that might be near.
But violent winds had knocked me back
Enchanted thorns and brush attacked.
My maiden screamed and cried for help
But no one heard her frantic yelps.
I found myself upon my feet
Bless the AngelsClouded with the swelling lightBless the Angels in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of breaking summer dawn,
The sky is barely peeking
Through the early morning yawn.
Gladdened heights of tinted smoke
Lounge above the glade,
Watching idly all the ones
Who hum a hymn today.
The bells of silver and of brass--
They chime a tuneless song.
Reaching to the yielding fields
And calling home the throng.
There they go with books in hand
To slip through mighty doors.
They scurry over cobblestones
Like ev'ry week before.
They kneel and ask a blessing
From the patron of the day.
Then ask to be forgiven
For their callow, wicked way.
The preacher gives the sermon--
Sad and yet sublime.
But through the congregation
A person shyly winds.
A hand tugs on the preacher's robe
A clinch unto his tongue.
He bends and gives attention
To the speaker small and young.
She eyes the crowd of gazers,
And whispers in his ear,
a stretch of doubtful silence
which lingers on for years.
Then she hides behind the preacher,
Their fingers now entwined.
The preacher meets the
Running On FumesRunning On Fumes in Free Verse More Like This
Exhaustion, Oh my limbs, my body whole.
What they feel that my heart does not.
I just wish to return to my place of slumber,
where what is dreamt came make me regret.
The cold sweat is the moment I awaken...
Knowing nothing, and remembering little.
Hunger, my belly for fulfillment so sweet...
The theory behind so many burdens,
the many weights on these weary shoulders,
That I have ever called my own.
And now my knees are my feet,
covered with the hoof prints of a dead horse.
Tell me God, the Creator in a Kingdom his own...
Tell me of my purpose in the method you wish...
Tell me once more if not a million times...
As for this all, the new and unwanted-
I have no push left in me...For this---
I feel nothing...
A Walk With the Poet- Canto 2- The Ink of ExileA Walk With the Poet- Canto 2- The Ink of Exile in Free Verse More Like This
From behind me came voice and word...
Both new, and friendly to my ears.
In a sense did I now feel safe presence.
"A descendant of Cerberus was he...
So vile are those beasts.
Though shall you fear not, as you are protected."
I turned to find, through a doorway
bursting through with light in abundance...
The poet of Florence, in form of spirit.
Dressed the white and red of his portraits.
With upon his head, a crown of leaves,
Whose veins were black with ink.
"Poet before me, I beseech from thee, answers,
For once I had many, and now I have none!
Assist me, as I lost more than ever."
My head hung in shame,
like some criminal on the gallows...
I knew not the true reasons for my shame.
"I have many times prayed,
and my faith have I kept!
But once more, I am adrift...
Like a ship is my being, lost at sea...
My body, the temple...crumbling with erosions.
My soul fears the twists and turns of time."
"Hold thy tongue," he commanded, "And worry not!
Sent to you is the guide before thee,
4. From Omphalos and Into the War Zone4. From Omphalos and Into the War Zone in Free Verse More Like This
The arachnid turned, and receded to the peak of the structure,
The creatures stood as still as the trees,
And soon, they too did retreat back to whence they came in the woods.
A powerful gust came to my shoulders,
And at a drumming pace did it come from above…
My ears then beheld in amazement, the beating wings.
The numbers were the sort that would leave you speechless,
Endless were the children of Creation, loyal to a dying & holy breath,
Swooping down, as their passing pulled me back towards the edge.
Here began my free fall from Omphalos and into the War Zone.
Past the maze which I once did tread, descending the mountains side,
Back down to my place of origin to this journey, where my rose was received.
There did I land as a shade, untouched by what I was to witnessed,
Yet still petrified and still did I stand,
Alike my putrid corpse that was feet from my feet.
My out of body experience found interruption from surrounding eyes,
Inhuman and many, outnumbering the shine and
Decay Along the Beaten PathDecay Along the Beaten Path in Free Verse More Like This
The time carries on, by and by
languid, lethargic, and seemingly lacking...
No rest for the working man,
has made my limbs weak and brittle.
No push lies against my back,
no pull of my feet along the given path.
Mr. Sandman, repay me my memory in full.
This lack of alleviation makes me to be some sort of fool.
A heart so torn as to my mind, many lacerations...
Though the scars are back home,
where left I, my soul.
Hindered, the mindless drone before you,
as I understand not even my own actions.
Be this change or some phase,
I wish it to end,
as I grow weary of this
over sized bump in the road.
Forever may it be my faith
allows me some peace...
For as of right now...
It is the "what if?" that keeps me moving...
Recollection-Chapter 1:The Hills are nothing new.Recollection-Chapter 1:The Hills are nothing new. in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Normally...Journeys...quests...the idea of a purpose upon an unknown path...they always have some sort of ending...the story ends, and the reader is finished. It is rather hard for the reader to move on to another story when the writer is all but mortal.
I was once mortal, like all humans on this Earth, but fate has always had a harassing sense of purpose with me, before and after the Great War. These words will be of the roads fate has placed my old feet upon. There is so much to tell with the memory I have...However, I primarily write this to maintain any bit of sanity I may have left in mind...Lucidity is quite the difficult thing to hold onto to in a time of madness. I only ask that you do not take what is written here lightly, as much of what is to follow could very well teach the reader a great many things. Yet as always, one must remember that life goes on and its hills will keep coming...but in the end, the hills are nothing new to the mind t
Fallen From On HighFallen From On High in Free Verse More Like This
Embrace sweet calamity,
The darkness which engulfs you now.
Apollyon, of that intrepid verse,
Now awaits, drooling with a gaping mouth.
Of temptation, the liars tongue,
Striking up the deals that bring you only to ruin
Just below, Tartarus waits for you...
And the patient welcoming shall be of no surprise.
Embrace now, bitter calamity...
The retribution that has longed for thy touch.
The clustered storm, prolonged, procrastinated,
hovers over to knock you down.
The portal, that vortex, to plunge you down.
Have you to own, no peace...
only what is allowed to your filthy hands...
Made of What We Are.Made of What We Are. in Free Verse More Like This
Endlessly in the end,
shall I let flow the passion.
Our own, the love undying
to the very cadence of Heaven's joy.
This paradise discovered,
that when my heart speaks of you,
with a burning passion,
that right away I write away.
Thank you God, for Anael's gift...
This now love from afar,
to this portrait of perfection
That to I shall return....
To this, my angelic fire,
I am bound forevermore,
by unbreakable vows
to that true sense of belonging...
For this living gift,
Shall I be home in a heartbeat,
to fulfill that elated kiss,
To glorify her in full.
Which Where I LayWhich Where I Lay in Free Verse More Like This
I rather like laying down.
Down here on the floor,
Beneath at where I can rest...
Below all that looks down on me
at that very moment.
My own little world
On the patch of wherever I lay,
Through into I can zone in & out of.
Out of sight yet within my mind
Down here falling up into imagination.
Down dark in where they hid me,
where irony shrouds their attention,
and the ignorance of my existence,
is for once my blissful time,
My own little world.
I tread where I tread
In the strange places of me
Down where peace avoids
the living so often,
Down here on the floor.
Splendid AscertainmentSplendid Ascertainment in Free Verse More Like This
Long did I hold patience for this to come,
and the cliché cupid had at last found me.
As wherein our lips meet,
this living system of mine reminisces.
What memories have remained
in my forgetful storage continue
to serve my jaw the smiles
that you so know and adore...
For whatever reason, you chose me,
and pray I that God had a hand.
Though I deserve not a thing,
I receive beyond the expectations of my prayers.
Long did I await your arrival,
And I don't believe you were a second too soon.
A Walk With The Poet-Canto 4-IdolatryA Walk With The Poet-Canto 4-Idolatry in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The doors bore hinges that had seen much wear and tear,
as opened to many had it been over the humanity's course.
There was little at the bottom, but a multitude of printed hands in blood.
The hinges, rusted over, creaked like tortured animals
The doors did open with a slow and haunting movement...
For there were no persons or creatures to make it such.
"The blood upon," said he, my guide,
"such is that which pushes open
the gaping mouth into Damnations bosom.
It is both innocent and tainted,
As the victims of mortal sin push ajar,
these monstrous atrocities before you."
In terror I remembered and heard the creaking hinges...
and the sounds of the tortured were never animals...
To my knees did I fall in astonished horror.
"What is the purpose of this,
that I do no tremble for good poet?!
What say you to explain such a wretch?"
"The sins of your era in time are of great number.
The entrance is in this form to fill with remorse and fear
the very souls that do enter on their fateful way t
Lucifer's fallLucifer's fall in Free Verse More Like This
Look at yourself!!Look!
You're the brightest star of them all.
See,darling,you're the most beautiful one,
But still,you chose to fall.
Your wings shattered,
And your soul went black,
Did you ever regret it,my dear?
You keep it silent,there's no way back.
You left heaven behind you,
Do you miss it? I know I do,
I miss the innocence and the glitter,
The sweetness of the clouds and the truth.
I miss my wings,
Yes,honey,I lost them too.
See,when you fell,
I jumped. I fell with you.
I just wish you'd take me in your embrace,
Hold me tight and never let me go
Your sinful lips on mine,
Send me the wind and I'll know.
I can feel you all over,
My body is sinful,my soul is almost gone
I know the taste of your scent,love,
And I know your body is still warm.
And one day,I just felt the known heat;
I felt your lips on my neck,your arms around me
I looked at the mirror,how fucking good we are together.
And in that darkness,I knew,you'll never leave.
Have you ever been in love,grandpa?Have you ever been in love,grandpa? in Short Stories More Like This
Why is something in my stomach pulling me down,grandpa?
Why do I feel sick?
Why do I have a need to throw up when I think of him,when I realize I miss him?
I need him,grandpa.
More than living beings need the sun.
You understand what I mean,dear.
I remember your stories,please tell them one more time.
All I need now is a cup of hot milk,without the cream,like what you used to make me when I was just a little girl,when I didn't know pain,when I didn't know love.
I want to listen,grandpa. I really do.
I am happy,yet why do I cry?
You found your woman. And I found him.
I need to touch him,look at him.
I just want to fall asleep in your embrace,like I never used to,grandpa. I need that someone takes care of me,and you always did.
I don't want to cry because of Disney cartoons' endings,I really don't.
I miss him,grandpa.
Have you ever been in love? What is love?
I need his hands in my hair. I need his eyes on me.
It's not that I can't live without him. I just don't want to.
He's my everythi
The girl who lovesThe girl who loves in Free Verse More Like This
Play with it.
Then throw it.
I don't need it,not without you.
I am cold,dead when you're away.
You might as well break the son of a bitch into two.
I told you,stay away from me.
I am pure sin,I bathe in others pain.
But look what happens when a sin meets the Devil,
Dancing in the dark,kissing in the rain.
I never knew there could be someone,
Someone as sinful as me.
My darkness,your touch has enchanted my soul.
And now,you're calling me your queen.
But what are we,my love?
Just a couple of mortals gone to the bad?
In the end,we are all humans
Without many words left to be said.
So here's my heart,on the silver plate.
I kept my lips silent,my body was in your arms.
I am falling,I know this is hell,
But promise me I'll be your lucky charm.
I need to be your other part,
The one I am,the one brighter than your moon,
The pretty face you kiss in the mornings,
Love,you made me trust you.
BulimiaI put my head up,looked at the mirror.Bulimia in Free Verse More Like This
"Look at you",I said.
"Your eyes are red of crying,
Your face blushed of pain,
You have a scar on your hand,
Thanks to your teeth".
I really tried to be perfect,mama,
I really am trying.
Why do I keep hurting the ones I love?
And my heart is beating fast.
I think I am gonna fall.
Catch me,darling,don't disappoint me.
I need the smell of your skin on me now.
I love you.
My thoughts are lost in the paths of their perfection.
I am a stranger there.
And I was still looking at the mirror.
Talking to myself.
Staring at my own bulimic reflection.
"Look at you!You are beautiful even when you cry!".
Pandora's boxPandora's box in Free Verse More Like This
I opened this box
I know he told me not to
I just couldn't resist
That was my forbidden fruit.
It was the only wrong I did,
My one mistake,
But I am allowed to have sins
I am just a woman made of clay.
I watched the darkness Embrace the Earth
Earth,that you,Mother Gaia,left us.
I watched the colors turn to grey.
Hate. Sickness. Envy. Lust.
Yes,I removed the lid
It wasn't even heavy
I guess I saved him somehow.
That trap wasn't even made for me.
But you know,
Zeus loves his sons.
He put a remedy at the bottom-
Hope-when you think all is done.
And I watched the centuries pass
Suffocating,drowning in my own "whys"
I could have saved these innocent souls
Now,the world echoes with my cry.
I don't have any words to say,
My lips make sinful sounds
I would rewind the time if I could,
But the world keeps spinning around.
BoxcutterWe areBoxcutter in Free Verse More Like This
in her hardwood apartment,
that we bought
because of the neighbors
and the windows
that light up
the dust on the floor.
She is kneeling
in front of
sliding the knife
down the sides
with a paper sound.
And I am staring
into the empty rooms.
If she pushed
into my lungs
the air would rush out
When you look at me
and bite your lip,
I see brown hair
and darker eyes.
And I would let her too
if it didn't
make such a mess
for the dust
and the neighbors
and the hardwood floor.
So We're At War?Ah fine, talk it all downSo We're At War? in Free Verse More Like This
Talk it all up until we're at war
Call me your Bunny
Just like your my Mother
Not like we'd still be discussing the original
The words I spoke that started all these little fights
Waste my time darling
Telling what a wrong little kid I am
God knows I'm not your age
And honey, you've got my respect
I know you've got more experience
I sure know I haven't seen all yet
But you haven't seen all of me either
You have no right to tell me to shut up
When you don't listen to what I actually say
It makes me sad to know that you're in control
Lord knows it's so easy to judge
Lord knows it's so easy to judge
Oh I know, I've been so uncaring of my own restrictions
Could've known you'd never get me right
Well, then enjoy your denial as long as you can
Sit in you glasshouse as long as it doesn't shatter
And think your thoughts
Lable your insults as righteous opinion
It's all fine, I'll be alright
Let's just pretend this war never started
For I Am The Arch EnemyRotten fingers wrapped around my throatFor I Am The Arch Enemy in Free Verse More Like This
Never letting, never letting me go
Urgently, oh I beg to breathe
But all oxygen is gone
Replaced by deadly gas
My skin is just the thinnest glass
My eyes show emptiness
Just because all life was wrenched from me
The beating of my heart is uncontrollable
Forcing infected blood through my body
Sending the pain to all the parts
And hidden places
And I can't block it out
My throat is sore from all my screaming
Just can't forget the nightmare you call reality
I had a dream, years ago
But it was stolen, like my life
Just flew away like this happiness
That passes too fast to be nice
Wind laced with the smell of decay
It's all that fills my tattered lungs
A thickening layer of the coldest ice
Covers all the nice parts of me
Creating a monster, most hideous and fake
A Creature, horrible from inside out
I won't feel anything ever again
How could I take anything else but pain?
I can't deal with anything but this madness
It creeps into all my daily thoughts
I Can't CareSo each day we're waking upI Can't Care in Free Verse More Like This
Wishing the day goodbye
But baby, I say, it's time to live
Don't worry, one day we'll all die
But until then, let's live
I don't care what they say
I'm gone deaf a long time ago
Mistook the peace for a new war
Didn't know how good freedom could feel
Once you see it right before your eyes
Oh I can't care,
Even if I'd like, I can't deny the love
How fragile my hatred seem now
When I look away from a dusty past
Into a future so bright, I can't clear my sight
I'm feeling so light
I can fly, I tell you, I can do anything
My power is unmeasurable
It was inside me all this time
But I never had the courage to live
FairytaleOh if it would be trueFairytale in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Would I say I love you?
If I could let go...
Would the scars still show?
When the letters would make sense,
And built into solid words,
Would I then take my chance,
And fly in the mass of birds?
Could I keep the colours from bleeding in,
When I wipe the blood from my chin?
The lifeless body would lay still,
Counting the days to the next kill.
Would the bombs lie to rest?
The weight be lightened on my chest?
When I close my eyes in silence,
Asking for God to stop the violence...
Then we might embrace the sun,
Our feet aching form the run,
And melt in each others arms,
Blending out a thousand alarms...
Could we be then be safe in heaven,
In fairy tales we'd count till seven,
Smoke and fire mixing with steam,
The pain banished by joyful gleam...
We'd be free to smile for real,
To savor every moment we feel,
I'd wish to spend these moments with you,
The only person who won't have a clue
How much I need you by my side,
I can't resist the urge to hide,
But honey, I thi
I BelieveA thousand times I walked along this lineI Believe in Free Verse More Like This
Dreaming of the other side
So far away, yet next to me
A strange new land
Full of possibility
A million times I wondered why
I had now wings to spread and fly
Until I found them inside my mind
Finding freedom hiding in my soul
Accepting the necessity of lost control
I wonder now, could it change
If I changed in time?
If I gave up fear and just crossed the line
To explore the unknown land
Instead of wondering what might be...
Do you think I'd open up and see?
I'm tired of hiding my curiosity
It feels wrong to deny this side of me
I want to know who I might be
If I open my eyes to see
I believe, oh I believe
That time will change us all
I believe we will have to fall
We'll have to die
To be alive
And all the little pieces
All the shatters of my past
Will fall into place
Like tears from my face
Into a brand new life
A life I will proudly lead
Self Deception"Would you destroy something perfect, in order to make it beautiful?" - Gerard WaySelf Deception in Free Verse More Like This
I would, I did,
I once was perfect but now am detroyed!
I realize I was used and abused,
And treated as toy!
I feel worthless now...
Because I can't figure out life!
So I consider stabbing myself,
With the silent blade of a raging knife!
Dear Diary, All About Her....Dear diary,Dear Diary, All About Her.... in Concrete Poetry More Like This
She showed me her arm today
Broken down, without a word to say
She lay in my arms and cried
And told me she can't decide
Between death and being alive
I saw all her bloody, raw skin
Rocking back and forth
Her knees pulled to her chin
A wrecked little doll
All dirty and used
Tired of being nothing at all
Enjoy the persisting abuse
I told her it hurts me to see
How she crumbles eventually
How I die right before her eyes
When she slips from my sight
But she just smiled and said
She can't help it
I know she doesn't try to be bad
But she's killing me
Slaughtering me beyond recognition
Like she's completing my failed mission
Of destruction, pain and despair
I know she doesn't...she just can't care
But she holds, she grabbed my heart
She holds it and tears it apart
She cuts my skin and uses my blood
To paint a picture of murderous art
Most naive love I feel for this girl
She humbles me, my thoughts whirl
Confuses me into oblivion
Should I let go? Abandon her?
I love...but the burd
All We Need Is HopeSo I wake up, to a new dayAll We Need Is Hope in Free Verse More Like This
I should appreciate
But I don't
The air, so fresh and cold
Seems to poison me
With each breath I draw in
I seem to swallow bitter pills
And I choke on all my pride
I should slow down and listen
Just listen to that little voice
That actually matters
Always pay attention to
To all those little miracles
That change your life forever
Just every day you manage to survive
Be happy that you're alive!
You and I
We should slow down
And spend a happy time
Just let this life shine bright!
It doesn't matter, I know it too well
But still we're bothered, still we care
We spit out hate
To the ones who scare us
To those who see behind
Nowhere to hide
And it's better, you realise
We're better off if we're uncovered
Possibly just need to be fixed
So if we break now
And let ourselves shatter
Someone special might fit them together
It'll hurt and take time
So much time
To heal the wounds
That burn inside
To abandon the sickness
Out or our thoughts
But we'll get there someday
Strange And BizarreIn the corner I just wait for it allStrange And Bizarre in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting by the rotting body
Waiting for the time to pass
Life has taught me
It'll all go away
So that was it, just the brink of insanity
Good to know you know who you knew
Because I don't, I'm not in control
So all the ghosts haunt me to who I am now
Not that you care or wonder how I survived
All this was so useful to see
All this was all I needed
But I don't need you to see
I don't need the chains of society
To feel free
In the dark room that was built by hurricanes
I am stuck with your hatred that matches mine
Just two more shadows, joining the grave
Look into my eyes and tell me I'm not insane
It'll all go away
Speak to me and tell me your story again
I told you I don't care about the gory pain
It's not my job to cry your secret tears
I have enough of my own
All this was so useful to see
All this was all I needed
But I don't need you to see
I don't need the chains of society
To feel free
Such a strange and bizarre point of view you got the
Brand New SightLike a silent melody,Brand New Sight in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The sweetest music you'll ever hear,
It'll come to you,
Satisfaction of revenge,
Don't ignore your need,
In a mood to defend,
A want for forgiveness,
A way to glow in the dark,
To never wander lost again,
A tiny, struggling spark,
Whatever it takes,
To just survive,
Try it, try it for me,
Because I want you alive.
Eyes wide open, you'll see,
The light returning,
A blissful burning,
Tearing up your chest,
Fire shall rain from the sky,
The pain shall be overwhelming,
When terror consumes your soul,
I'll be there, watching you grow,
And with their eyes wide open,
All doubt shall be removed,
Their shallow mind be cleansed,
From rhythms without emotion,
Staring at you with empty eyes,
We'll set fire to the skies,
Like ashes fading in the rain,
I'll do whatever it takes,
To keep you alive as long as I must,
'Till your tattered wings grow back.
Bright SandsThe beach. Sun, sand, water and me.Bright Sands in Short Stories More Like This
The bright rays shine down and filters through my colour palette of an umbrella.
Painting me cold and hot in a strange mix.
Tiny grains of sand sink and get between my toes with every slow step.
The sea so close.
A warm breeze passes me by. My hair and clothes flutter around.
Sounds of crashing waves and flowing water; the song of the ocean.
Calling you, luring you, a playful tease.
Me, standing there, staring at a perfect scene.
Temptation brings me a step closer.
Soft DefenderMy army of teddy bears.Soft Defender in Free Verse More Like This
Their cuteness fooling many.
A duty to shield me from my nightmares.
When my eyes start getting heavy.
My soft defenders always by my side.
Nothing gets by them, 'cause they're always ready.
The Man Who Could See Though PeopleI see the pain in your eyes as you pass me in the corridor.The Man Who Could See Though People in Free Verse More Like This
Those steely grey eyes holding so much.
I see the tears you show no-one, alone in a dark room, alone with your dark thoughts.
I see your face hidden underneath that mask you parade to the world.
Even though he has hurt you, you love him nonetheless.
All I want to do is cross the room, to where you're standing,
and tell you that it doesn't have to be this way.
That I can give you something honest, something warm, instead of the cold pain.
To drag you from the torture your heart has done.
And to those people that hurt you, I will be the one to pick up the pieces off the floor and fixes the puzzle of your broken heart.
I will the maker of your wasted time, and messiah of your lost faith in happiness.
I will be your defender, and I will be the one to pull you to your feet.
And when when you can stand by yourself and remove your mask, I will be the one standing by your side.
SparkA gaze is all it takes.Spark in Free Verse More Like This
And the one-sided spark flickers ablaze.
Thoughts crowd your mind, whispering ill fates.
Ignoring everyone, you stare, amazed.
Your heart beats faster with every step.
She seems familiar, though you've never met.
A gentle hand taps her on the arm.
She turns to you with a curious alarm.
An awkward moment passes, with silence flying by.
You gather up courage and simply say "Hi."
Another spark, it creates a whole flame.
Dancing like liquid, it burns all the same.
Five ShadowsIt escapes our grip.Five Shadows in Free Verse More Like This
The things we crave, and want, and need.
Love, Time, Satisfaction, Success, and Greed.
All five motives to fuel our life.
Their hidden agendas give us strife.
Love, the bitch, that makes you care.
Blinds you, consumes you, and leads nowhere.
Time, the old fool, that is always sober.
Passes by unseen, fucking us over.
Satisfaction, the rich bastard, looking down on us.
Throws us his leftovers, it's never enough.
Success, our friend, lying to our face.
Stabs us in the back and puts us in our place.
Greed the voice in the back of your head.
Plays you like a master, making you wish you were dead.
When She Told MeWhen she told me, I was so excited.When She Told Me in Short Stories More Like This
I was going to be a dad.
You were only a few weeks old in her belly, but I pictured our whole life together.
When you were born, I would cry without care and hold you as gently as possible,
smiling at how beautiful you were.
You would hold my finger with your tiny hand and I did not mind when you wailed in the night.
I would watch you crawl and walk and run.
I would hear you laugh at the smallest things.
I would teach you your first words and hoped when you grew up you wouldn't swear like me.
I would see you off to school, dressed in your little uniform and packed lunch.
I would be with you always. I would love you.
But, when she told me, I was so sad.
You had been aborted, and all I ever had of you was a round belly and false memories.
The answer is 'of course not'The one I love, who doesn't love me.The answer is 'of course not' in Emotional More Like This
Laughs with me, as I laugh at myself.
A friend, a friend is all I am.
Someone to talk to about problems,
then runs back into his embrace.
Some say this is true pain.
But it's just selfish.
No matter how much it hurts.
Just look at her smile.
Would I really want to cause her pain?
The answer is easy.
Reminiscing What Never WasThere she is ... only 14... She's on the beach now, knee deep in the water. She's asking you to come in with her. You've been laughing, racing up and down the sand. She's now 16. Surrounded by paintings. She wants to be an artist. You've been hiding an art set for her birthday. When you give it to her, she loves it. 20 years old, high school is long gone and she's in the middle of an art degree. Your anniversary comes up and have a wonderful date. She decides she is finally ready, you make love for the first time. Now she's 24, she sells paintings every now and then but doesn't really make a lot of money, but she doesn't care, she's doing what she loves. You plan a special night. You ask her to be your wife. She says 'yes' with tears of joy running down her face. You call everyone you know to share the good news. She is 26 years old. Your first child has just been born. It's a girl, your little princess. She's now 29. Your daughter is running around. Laughing in her inReminiscing What Never Was in Short Stories More Like This
Where I'm From 2012 UpdateI am from dirt crusted cleats and metal caged helmetsWhere I'm From 2012 Update in Free Verse More Like This
From broken boards and colored belts, to punching bags and mouth pieces
I am from crisp comic books, hastily opened action figures, and dusty VCR's
I am from Veggie Tales and the Grapes of Wrath
A bugs life, Mulan, Lion King and Dinosaur
From microwavable dinners, ramen, and cheap ravioli
From peach trees, apple trees, cherry trees and black berry bushes
To pig pens, chicken pens, and large open fields
From horse back riding and cow corralling
To endless back roads and a country mile
Red clay and dusty paths
Moss and muck covered ponds unfit for swimming
Snake and snapping turtle infested waters
Perfect for frogging
From hay bail tag to bond fire nights and story telling
I am from tire swing injuries and rail road tie falling
From midnight emergency room visits
To hay fever
I am from a broken home
Broken over and over
I am from a crazy, misleading mother
To a messed up, drunken ex marine father
To a stupid, abusive ex convict step f
It's the end of the world as we know itSo tired of everythingIt's the end of the world as we know it in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing makes sense
So tired of being
Everything is tense
They keep talking
The masses all around
They keep stalking
The dead on the ground
Was this predictable
They don't even know
Was this preventable
They say it is so
The walking dead
Won't even die
Even though they bled
All the humans died off
They're rotting in some hell
Some body got shot
And then the zombie's fell
The earth is on fire
Totally in a wreck
Looks like its dire
The world cashed its last check
Veterans DayListen for the clink of dog tagsVeterans Day in Free Verse More Like This
A telltale limp
A scar upon their smiling face
Look for the look in their eyes
The smile on their lips that hides raging wars
See the respect they carry
The humble air about them
The big heart nestled within their chest
Look for the strict passion
The uniform proficiency
Look for the red white and blue
The firm confident grip of their handshake
One of the only ones that stay standing in the crowd,
when the flag comes out and up
Giving a right handed salute
Or a hand above their heart
Their hats off
They went over to fight,
whether it be the war of yesterday
Or of decades ago
The end answer is clear
They deserve respect
They are a symbol of what used to be
And what needs to be passed on
Thank you Veterans
Listen to the muttering of a dead heart~Lets just forget about each otherListen to the muttering of a dead heart~ in Scraps More Like This
Lets walk separate paths down the road
If we go different ways we'll be better
And we won't have to act so icy cold
I'm starting to get used to
Being alone at night
I'm starting to get used to
Our difference in height
I don't really know your thoughts
I only know half of mine
But I like to pull away
And you don't seem to mind
Can I just keep my mouth shut though?
Can I keep going the way I am
With my head going through the clouds
And your feet firmly planted on land
I'm ready for an artificial life
And I'm ready for you to choose for yourself
I can't tell you to your face
But at least I am honest with myself
I don't really have any opinion on what you should do
I have no fake smiles left to offer
I have no words to ease you and your apparent pain
I have no touch to give you any softer
I am only me and what you see
I can only give what I have left
I can't be what was in the past
There's nothing but a hole where my heart used to rest
I guess what I'm
Don't Give Up- PleaseEvery day, every minute, every second, every where you look, there will be someone there to push you down. Someone looking to make your life a living hell and screw up what could have been the best day of your life. In middle school and high school every thing that happens to you is such a big deal. She called you ugly, he called you stupid, they laughed at you when you tripped down the stairs. No one had the balls enough to be a decent person and help you. Your world seems to be crashing down around you, and all you can do is sit there and watch it come down, brick by bloody brick. You think you have no one to turn to.Don't Give Up- Please in Emotional More Like This
But that is not true. For every five people that hurt you, there is surely to be at least one friendly face in the crowd. Some one who has been there and understands the pain of those days. Someone who wants to help you. Some one to put there hand out and catch you when you fall. But you have to be able to trust enough to reach out. You have to put yourself out there
Lovely Deadly SicknessShall I join you when you leaveLovely Deadly Sickness in Free Verse More Like This
Shall I die along side
Shall I cease to breathe
At the right hour shall I die
I still hear your words echoing through my head
They will forever haunt my mind
Those sickening words you said
That one killing line
Shall I hold your hand
Until it becomes cold
Shall I bury you in this land
Just waiting to grow old
I don’t want to watch you die
I don’t want you to get sick
You promised forever, yet clearly lied
And I can’t deal with this
Shall we spend eternity
Together in hell
Don’t you want to be with me
Until the last tolling bell
This world leaves me lonely
This world breeds my hate
Can’t you see the fine line of destiny
The destructive plans of fate
We were pulled together by some force
Only gravity can rip us apart
We were pushed into the same court
And I owe you my heart
With the words you throw around
The words you choose to say
I feel as if I may drown
And this be our last day
Blood is seeping through the bandage
Breathless intentBut today is a new day...Breathless intent in Free Verse More Like This
Can't we follow a different path
Than the one laid out for us?
I want to smile again
I want to be with you
And hold your hand again
Is this okay?
Can we just be us
And smile together forever
As I look forward toward the path
My eyes wander as much as my soul does
And I want to smile
I want to know what we could be someday
I want to feel the breath of love upon the world again
Just to see how far we could go into a better place
No matter where we are
I always believe we'll return
That certain pull and light tethering us together
Not much of a poem, this one, eh?
But I lack the heart to put any into it
The words as fleeting and sick and lonely as mine own shadow
By now how could I fix the meaning?
How could I show any semblance of light
When darkness is eating its way toward the out?
Could you smile for me?
Break the ring of fate around our destiny
Change that which can't and shouldn't be changed?
By decree of the paper gods
Your love be prohibited
I cannot be I-RobotSome days....I cannot be I-Robot in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I had the mind of a robot
I wish I had a computer brain
I could get things faster
And not look so stupid
I could remember things better
Do things right the first time
Instead of screwing up
I could create my own realm
My own little world that I could save
I could have the ability to push pause
And when I returned
It would all still be there
Minor details would always be clear
I could access things through dates
Numbers that I never understand would become more understandable
I could keep everything logged
I could write a book in my head
And plug in
To print it off and show everyone my brilliance
The brilliance I lose in between paper and key boards
The only thing I would be worried of
Is losing the one thing I could never live without
If I were a robot
If I were a chargeable thing
Just an organic computer
Would I lose my humanity?
My ability to love?
My capability to understand human emotion?
Would I become like Data?
Always wondering what it was like to be human?
Heartless Hospitality~You have your gamesHeartless Hospitality~ in Free Verse More Like This
and I have mine
You have your means to an end
And I have nothing but time
Everyone looks at me with death in their eyes
Some kind of cooked up betrayal I committed
No use in me denying these lies
There is nothing left to be said
I come knocking at your door
And you deny me the simple warmth
Of your arms and your heart
Letting this wall keep us apart
I sit here alone with myself
And I understand
I've cut off the rotten limb that got me nowhere
Cut off the screams of "It's not fair!"
What is the use of jealousy
What is the use of feeling these feelings?
I tell you I don't care for you anymore
You caused this conclusion when you double bolted the doors
So, when you look back at the pages of this life
And see all the empty photographs
You'll think of me back then
And cry for the memories we never got to have~
The Abort Code.They can see youThe Abort Code. in Free Verse More Like This
They want to take you out
Pull you into the zone
But commands flash across the screen
They want to infect you
Make you one of them
As they judge you
More commands pass over
Running across the screen in your vision
And it's all over.
Over and out.