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The Human SolutionThe Human Solution:The Human Solution in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies and gentlewolves, I come before you today,
To speak on an issue that is close to our hearts.
For many centuries, we Wolves have struggled;
Continuing to seek a final solution to 'the Human Problem'.
Many of you might have heard of the horror stories,
Of these furless creatures lurking in the outer reaches.
Some cities have found them living in underground caverns;
Preying upon the young pups that stray too close to their nests.
It is sad, to say the least, but that sorrow ends today;
For it is my privilege and honour as Chairman of Lycanthropes United,
To unveil our newest means of combating this parasiti
A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play: in Free Verse More Like This
I stand amongst a screaming crowd,
And you'll hear them shout it out.
"All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!"
-
Hear me, do you think I'm lazy?
When I talk I'm crazy,
Sorry I'm just hazy, but I-
Still think that I'm like Jay-Z
Rappin' here with Stacy;
The boys they call her baby; Haha...
And we're playin' this song for the killers,
The ones with no hope workin' shop at the tillers.
And if you think that we're just the fillers,
You wouldn't be wrong; we're just grain at millers - haha!
-
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the game tonight,
Into The Mental AbyssInto The Mental Abyss:Into The Mental Abyss in Free Verse More Like This
To the edge of the very abyss I have travelled.
With worn feet, gone bloodied and bare;
Dragged upon stones that stretch like sharpened spines,
Leaving tattered spoils of flesh in my wake...
Even so, I am incapable of halting;
Like a zombie, I remain numb and hypnotised.
Shambling ever onward, toward the glimmer of light.
Eager to be behold the 'she' that awaits me:
A wonderous wellspring of inspiration and knowledge;
Perfect, yet fragile, in both shape and form...
It is her majesty, her radiance,
That leaves me drained...
Alone in the depths, I am humbled and awed.
Yet the admiration that I feel soon turns corrupt
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for
The Pirate SolsticeThe Pirate Solstice:The Pirate Solstice in Free Verse More Like This
There is tale around the Galbin Coast,
Of a black ship that appeared on the Winter Solstice.
It arrived at a town near Bismarch,
Struck heavily by famine and crop plagues.
The ship drifted silently upon the ocean currents,
Not a creak nor groan could be heard from its frame.
It docked at the port like an ominous reaper's vessel;
A metallic boarding ramp - much like a daemon's tongue -
Slithered slowly from its deck to meet with wooden jetty.
The crew descended, wearing black cloaks and black hats,
Fedoras, I believe they were called.
These figures made little noise as they moved,
walking slowly, silently and
My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:My Soul, My Dream, My Team in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We are dreamers, we humans.
We reach out eagerly to that which lies above us
Tempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;
We simplify the task that lies before us...
We climb without any forethought, without preparation;
Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -
And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.
I myself, Captain as you call me,
Am little better than a foolish dreamer.
One who dreams in a childish manner;
Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.
How many times have I been saved by others?
When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,
They keep the ship running smoothly,
Expe
Player versus PlayerPlayer versus Player:Player versus Player in Free Verse More Like This
Elemental artisttry, as lightning weaves through the air.
I see the bloodthirst in his eyes, the hunger for victory.
A demand to be recognised, yet soon to be silenced;
Perfect and perfunctory - my opponent made defunct...
As I stand above this dying creature;
The flicker of life soon fading from their eyes.
I smile and whisper a word of parting,
For the fool who fell where he lies.
-Unfinished piece by Chen Yuan Wen, 10th April 2012
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:Alone but Alive in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.
The coldest December,
Can you still remember?
Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!
Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.
Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.
The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!
Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold
-
Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.
Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.
Bu
Practice Poem - D and D Tongue TwisterPractice Poem - D&D Tongue Twist:Practice Poem - D and D Tongue Twister in Free Verse More Like This
So here, sit down, get down;
Everyone just f'in' hit the ground.
Cause I'm rhymin' with some rap I stole,
Everyone in the house just sit and roll;
Cause I'm burnin' fire with an Undead Monk
Yeah I play D&D when I'm f'in drunk.
Rush feats that'll make you go mad in black,
You'll scribble all over that fanny pack.
Now I'm crusin' through some Elven Wood,
Searchin' up some dude for the stolen good,
When a dragon pops out snarl and roar,
Man I roll for a 'Fist of Garandor'.
Eight dee six damage added through and through,
'Chain fist' makes me some Dragon Goo.
Got loot poppin' outta my character she
As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:As The Skies Parted in Free Verse More Like This
As the clouds in the skies parted and fire rained to the earth
The soft keening of the voices trapped within the abyss
resounded throughout the empty plains, as the world prepared itself
to meet a fate no worse than complete and utter oblivion.
The waters turned red with blood and bubbled with a poisonous brew
Whilst the creatures of the mountains, mutated into vicious monstrocities
A pall of darkness, settled around the Earth like a cloak of shadows
and in its grip we knew the true fury of a God gone mad.
Hundreds were slain by the rocks that pummelled the ground
As they fell from the heavens like burning stars
I Miss My FriendYou know, I always thought you'd be my friendI Miss My Friend in Free Verse More Like This
I never thought what we had would ever end
But everything changed when I told you about him
And now everything is bleak and grey and grim
I took a risk and told you he likes me for who I am
And yet you couldn't so much as give a damn
You were mad that I was 'leaving you' for this boy
You made me feel like nothing more than a toy
I confided in you, felt safe with you, and I miss you
But whatever we had is apparently through
So you can ignore my pain and ignore my fear
Ignore how I happy and carefree I may appear
Don't look for my love for you lost that long ago
Because it is the truth
The Lost Souls of Sandy HookCharlotte Bacon, Daniel Barden, Jack PintoThe Lost Souls of Sandy Hook in Free Verse More Like This
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To all you beautiful souls that were lost that day
Without you, the country has gone grey
Too many of you were innocent to this place
And now we have lost your excellent grace
You were loved, each and every one of you
Your time was
You are the Moon and I the SunWe are two peopleYou are the Moon and I the Sun in Free Verse More Like This
And yet we are one
You are the moon
And I am the sun
In a perfect circle we move
Without the other, we break
As the world crumbles around us
We know the the other is not fake
You are the moon and I the sun
And together we do beat as one
Never OnceNever once did I think that I'd be like those other girlsNever Once in Free Verse More Like This
That I'd want to get married and have a baby with curls
And though I want it so much, who wants to stand there?
Who wants to hold me and run their hands through my hair?
I never thought I'd want to actually get married some day
That I'd want to stand up front and throw back a bouquet
But I shall wait for that day, to stand up there with my man
I'll wait to have a house, a family, maybe one of those vans
In the darkness, he'll take me in his arms and we'll dance
I do want all of it, so someday I will take that chance
But for right now I will wait for someone that really cares
Veterans are in my Heart and SoulVeterans – they are in my heart and soulVeterans are in my Heart and Soul in Free Verse More Like This
Whether they listen to rap or rock and roll
Veterans, they are all the same at heart
Even my mama and daddy played their part
Strong at heart, bold in nature, but still kind
Fighting until their last words are signed
Losing their limbs, their friends, their life
All to bring an end to this horrible strife
These Veterans I do so love for what they do
For freedom, there is nothing they won't go through
They will fight until they are finally called home
Be that home with their family or the twilight zone
And so I get rather riled up when they aren't respected
Do you know how much we'd be affe
Bullying: Another Life is StolenMaking others feel worthless is what you do bestBullying: Another Life is Stolen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then you go and claim it was all a joke, a mere jest
But your words mean more than you comprehend
Your words can lose somebody their dearest friend
Your jokes have taken another young life away
Now the day is bleak and a cruel shade of grey
Know that to obtain your one little power trip
Your victim will feel as if they are being whipped
So the next time you feel the urge to tease or play
Be sure to always remember what happened this day
Your torment stole a family member and friend
And for the family, there will seem to be no end
Stop the bullying before another young life is stolen
Secret SantaBorn from a circusSecret Santa in Free Verse More Like This
And playful as a kitten
But caring as an angel
And even gentle too
We love all that you are
And will be here for you
Just as we know
You will be here for us
You are an amazing friend
One I wouldn't trade away
So here is hoping
You have a very merry Christmas!
You've Changed...People – they lie and cheat and change and hurtYou've Changed... in Free Verse More Like This
All so many do is treat others like a pile of dirt
They can be friends one day and change the next
Looking only for money, drugs or even just sex
That seems to be the way of the world now
Something that has become acceptable to allow
But it is a sad truth that many will not admit
Through this time of hatred, it seems so few make it
We used to be so very close, you and I were
But I'm afraid that you've begun to change good sir
I no longer recognize the person you have become
What is left of who you were? Fore I see not a crumb…
The hurt you cause us, I know you cannot see
A
No Clearer Than MudThere is so much pain, so much hurtNo Clearer Than Mud in Free Verse More Like This
Too many of the good are treated like dirt
I try and try to help, to take some pain away
So many people will never see the new day
Humans are a terror to their own race
We spread our diseases all over the place
We kill our children, rape our women
And the guilty are punished only now and then
When was it that people were ashamed of their own kind?
When did we get to be so ignorant and blind?
To kill and rape and destroy our own blood
Is to say that the human race is no purer than mud
Those strong of heart and caring souls
To help those close begins to take its toll
Exhausted and worried to the
Hall Of Mirrors"Hall Of Mirrors"Hall Of Mirrors in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was once thrown into a hall of mirrors
Surrounding me on every side
I was forced to look deep into my soul
For I had not a place to hide
Every mirror reflected someone different
Some versions were fat or thin
Each version had different color eyes
But none revealed the person within
Some versions were short or tall
Some had me in a tie and suit
Some had me in a summertime shirt
But none revealed the person I knew
Every mirror showed different contrast
And different objects floating in space
Some reflections were lighter than others
But none helped reflect my own face
So finally down on hands and knees
I asked desperat
Pinhead"Pinhead"Pinhead in Free Verse More Like This
I'll never forget the time
I went bowling at the age of nine
I believe it was for a friend's birthday party
If I recall that friend was Artie
If I may I'll convey the scene
So you can understand what I mean
The lanes were especially oiled that day
While the clouds outside were colored grey
Those ten pins were staring me down
I tried to knock them to the ground
I tried and tried and tried so hard
Throwing balls and forming scars
But those ten pins were mocking me
Laughing and standing there vividly
Sure, some fell after every frame
But every frame ended the same
I couldn't bowl a strike to save my name
And this hap
Humiliation"Humiliation"Humiliation in Free Verse More Like This
If I exist to teach a lesson
Then that lesson is to overcome
Any hardship or desire
Always fight; never run
Never give in to others
Or let them think that they won
We are all capable of strength
We will never be outdone
If I exist to show you how
Listen to what I have to say
Always do the best you can
And one day you'll find your way
Some exist to show us reasons
Why things are the way they are
And though their time may be short
They'll help us uncover scars
Everyone has a purpose
Even if you don't know it yet
Your existence affects others
There are those I won't forget
No matter how real the pain
Or how s
War Crimes"War Crimes"War Crimes in Free Verse More Like This
Hello? Can anyone hear me?
I'm stuck here in this cave
Was that the sound of bullets?
It certainly isn't rain
When will mommy and daddy return?
I'm so cold here and alone
This fire doesn't burn
This country is not my home
How could this have happened?
I am only nine
Tomorrow is my birthday
I haven't done a crime
Mommy and daddy said to wait
As they went to gather food
I hope they're not the bait
To delighten someone's mood
What if they never come back?
Will I ever be saved?
I'm stuck here so afraid
Defenseless in this cave
The only sound I hear
Are bullets growing near
And I may have heard a bomb
I'm tryi
Chorus Of Confliction"Chorus Of Confliction"Chorus Of Confliction in Free Verse More Like This
He threw her in a metal chair
Handcuffed wrists; pulled back hair
Stripping her almost completely bare
She wasn't going anywhere
What perfect timing as of now
For their parents had been out of town
What a way for siblings to behave
He had prepared for her an unmarked grave
This time she was going to hear him out
Annoyed by her pleas and pouts
He placed the tape onto her mouth
Her pleas now just muffled shouts
He had told her she had better stop
He warned her like a constant clock
She liked to rain on his parade
Turning nights into darkened shades
He knew he had to do this to her
Still he couldn't b
White Boy"White Boy"White Boy in Free Verse More Like This
One thing I know for certain
Is that I'll never know what it's like
To exist in the United States Of America
In any form other than white
I'll never know how it feels
To be African, Spanish, or Asian
Because all I ever knew
Was how to be Caucasian
I'll never know the struggle
To be forced to maintain bravery
What it's like to be oppressed
What it's like to deal with slavery
Further if I may add
I never had to endure
The rights women and gays fought for
Before we found a cure
I'll never know the feeling
Of having rights taken away
Just because of my skin
Or just because I'm gay
Its this very recognition
That C
Gates Of Hell"Gates Of Hell"Gates Of Hell in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's a vortex after death that leads to an underground cave
In which many of the souls He locked away could not be "saved"
And now they wander lost among the damned that dwell
Endlessly forever searching for the Gates Of Hell
Past the vultures that feasted on the broken bones
My wretched home was not that much different from those alone
The weapons of murder utilized can be checked at the door
Chances are if they are here they have used them once before
The gore that they spread to assassinate their foes
Led others to salvation and decimated woes
But now they are here to rejoice with the damned that dwell
Wander
Water Bomb"Water Bomb"Water Bomb in Free Verse More Like This
Everyday my little boat
Becomes filled with more and more water
My shoes are starting to get soaked
Like lambs unaware in the slaughter
There seems to be some kind of hole
Just big enough for water to get through
The hole isn't big by any means
But I don't know what to do
And everyday my little boat
Sinks deeper and deeper in the sea
I can't rewrite the script I wrote
I can't undo what is to be
The hole now becoming cracks
I tried to plug with paint and clay
With barrels full of whole grain sacks
But even still the boat decayed
And I just can't stop this water
From seeping in little by little
Every damn crack a
Face Me"Face Me"Face Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So it seems now yet again
God has placed you in my sight
Its time to discuss this my dear friend
I wonder if we'll make it out alive
We need to help each other
If we are going to survive
But I would rather cover
My ashamed face and hide
But here in this time and space
For this moment I won't run
Here we are now face to face
I will not be outdone
I can feel you glaring
Staring at my weakened heart
The one that's always tearing
And ripping it apart
But this has got to stop
No more of this resentment
I will come out on top
I will gain my contentment
You were always such a pain
Our thoughts often collided
Driving
Love Is Blind"Love Is Blind"Love Is Blind in Free Verse More Like This
He was a world renown artist
He could play the violin
He could tell you any song
Before it would begin
He could speak many languages
So fluent off his tongue
He always kept his house clean
Before spring had even sprung
He traveled many countries
An intellectual he was
He would tinker with his watches
For reasons just because
He was a classy gentleman
So spiritual and divine
The only dilemma here
Was that he was blind
He had never seen the colors
Or the faces passing by
But you would never know this
Because he'd look you in the eye
And smile as wide as he could
A happy man he was
Still he hurt inside
Discarded.You cry for your sorrows and you bleed for your dreams,Discarded. in Free Verse More Like This
Just always remember, this world is not what it seems.
You can be the best of friends and then disappear,
They'll just discard you, I know it's hard to hear.
But this has happened enough to me,
It's all everyone's been doing recently.
So here I lie, discarded, fearing to stand up,
Because what waits just isn't worth getting up.
Thrown away and lying in a puddle of mud and blood,
All the other times I got up, and wiped off the mud.
But this time, as I lie here, broken and bloody,
I don't want to get up, I want to be a dead body.
I know getting up is inevitable, because I will never give in,
But I really just want to give up and say that "I'm done in."
Money can't buy happiness."Money can't buy happiness"Money can't buy happiness. in Free Verse More Like This
This is the old tale we all know so well,
The proof lies here in the tale I am about to tell.
There was once a beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.
Yet, although she had all this, she was miserable,
It's a sad truth, but then again, it's a sad tale.
She lost someone, it hurt her badly, it made her sad,
She'll be fine, but it hurts... She could be going mad.
But no, it was normal to hurt after such a loss,
There was a man to look after her, whatever the cost.
She was a proud, beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.
But on the inside, her heart was hurting,
The reason why this tale is so saddening.
She was rich, she was powerful, she had everything,
Yet she was about to break, just like anyone or anything.
Learn respect.Those who fear me all should know,Learn respect. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Where disrespecting me gets you to go.
I am no better than you, are you sure?
The mark of your ignorance shows you're immature.
Fear me or respect me, I do not care which,
Do not give me cause to leave you face-down in a ditch.
You cannot know what it is like, violence without limits,
I must tell you one thing - do not make me show you this.
There is an army of people, who would kill for this Reaper,
Know that of your lives; I am the Keeper.
Do not disrespect me, or you will die.
And remember - it is disrespect to ask why.
Why I never shut up.Knowledge speaks but wisdom listens and ignorance is bliss.Why I never shut up. in Free Verse More Like This
It is this combination of quotes that explain my life.
Why I never shut up, I know too much, I don't even know how or why,
Sometimes I ramble on about something I've only just started to form.
I'm only just about to start grasping the concept, yet all I say is true,
I don't know how my mind works, but I know it can vex you.
I never shut up, because I just know so much,
I always have to be right, purely because I am right.
I have and had some weird hobbies, learning things people don't,
I have to say it's quite fun, knowing what others don't.
But you see, ignorance is blis
The Ghost Of Words.Everyone knows it, that blank page, laid bare on the ground,The Ghost Of Words. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Ghost of Words, it constantly follows me around.
That blank page, whenever you come to write, is waiting,
It always seems happy to be filled, and yet continues resisting.
That blank page, I see it everywhere, a bare wall, an empty frame,
It's waiting for me to fill it, it hounds me, and it puts me to shame.
There is a constant fear, that one day I will not have the words to fill it,
I'm not scared of much, but the Ghost of Words has deemed me unfit.
One day, I will no longer be able to satisfy this Ghost's hunger,
Will it finally stop hounding me then though, I wonder?
This Ghost of Words, breathing down my neck with my every step,
It awaits to be filled, hounding me and making me savour each breath.
I want the world to stop spinning.If the world could stop spinning, that'd be great,I want the world to stop spinning. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I don't want time to stop, that'd be worse, the wait.
I just want it all to stop, for existence to not exist,
I would want to die if it weren't that my problems would persist.
I want the world to stop spinning,
My problems can't be solved by simply not living.
I don't want to live anymore,
I don't want to exist anymore.
I want the world to stop spinning, I want to get off,
I want it all to stop, both hard times and soft.
I just want it all to stop, I want existence to cease,
I want the world to stop spinning... Please?
Define Depression."Define depression for me, will you?"Define Depression. in Free Verse More Like This
"Well, not doing anything or having the motivation to, is one."
"And yet..?"
"You're just lazy."
"Okay, what about another one?"
"Staying inside all day and being anti-social?"
"And what did you shout at me for yesterday?"
"That's got nothing to do with it!"
"...Why did you stop me seeing her?"
"Her who?"
"You know who, the shrink."
"...It was making you worse."
"Ah... And how was it making me worse?"
"Well, you were acting... You were arguing."
"Acting human, maybe? Showing my feelings?"
"Shut up and take the dogs out."
"...She suggested medication, you know."
"You'd rattle when you walk if you took all the meds."
"Yes, if I took all the meds the doctors suggest..."
"Glad you're finally seeing sense, son."
Irrelevant.You were changing, I saw it, but you didn't know,Irrelevant. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You changed from who I love to someone I don't know.
I wanted to see who I loved, so I tried my best,
And I saw her, fleetingly, hidden within your breast.
Now, I beseech you, if you've changed, then change,
Don't throw me away for nothing, that's beyond strange.
Don't torture me with the image, of the girl I still love,
Don't torture me with the image of an angel from above.
If you want to change, then please, do so,
Change into a girl that I don't want to know.
Just don't turn into the girl that I love again,
Because I cannot handle being thrown away again.
So if you want, then s
We are out there.Through all this anarchy, a broken world and it's insanity, I walk on.We are out there. in Spirit Day More Like This
All of these people, I will protect them from the world, I fight on.
Through this snowglobe with shattered glass, I walk on.
All of these people with shattered hearts, I fight for.
An angel, a Fallen, a masqueraded messenger with black wings.
Walking with a purpose, war, murder, I save them from these things.
My weapon is a sword of ice, bound with blue fire.
I fight to protect them, but they think me a liar.
They don't know who or what I am, and I protect them with these lies.
But they don't know this, or don't want to, that I stop their sad cries.
This Fallen w
Judges.Why does everyone judge me?Judges. in Free Verse More Like This
Why does everyone think I'm lying?
Why does everyone misjudge me?
Why does nobody want me dying?
Why does the world need me?
If they all think I lie cheat and steal?
I've done it! (I'll have to check... Let me)
Why does it all seem so evil and surreal?
I love you... (Huh, sure you do.)
These judges, this nightmare,
Why do they judge me for what I do?
These people who think I am without a care.
Why does this world seem so evil, so surreal?
Am I really here, persecuted and accused?
Why everyone here think I lie, cheat and steal?
Is this really real, or have I been lied to, cheated and used?
This is Me, BeggingIf I could play guitarThis is Me, Begging in Free Verse More Like This
I’d write you a song.
If I could run that far
Then I’d run all night long.
But I’m no good at that
So you’ll have to settle for this.
What is this?
It's a plea
A beg
For you
From me
Please come home
I'm all alone
And nobody understands.
I don't want you to R.I.P.
I want you here with me
But I'm not God
And He hates me
So, for now,
I guess it's R.I.P.
Red ScreamsSmiling at me, shiny silver teethRed Screams in Free Verse More Like This
Begging my wrist
For one chaste
Kiss.
Grinning at me, that evil smirk
Making my heart pound
Going berserk.
So sharp so
Good
I know I
Could
And really I
Would
Because I
Should.
Arm’s too full of blood
Of scars
From attempts to
Join the stars.
Photo album of
Ruby caresses
My diary of my
Crimson lament
Showing one
Statement;
I am still
Alive.
Chained and ShamedNobody gets it.Chained and Shamed in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t want saving,
I don’t want ”friends”;
I just want all ends
To be met in red.
I hate how plain my skin is,
How it should be painted;
Scarlett.
I’m the addiction’s harlot,
I do as it must dictate
And when it tells me to seal my bloody fate;
I bloody well will.
I’m too full of blood,
I need to let some out.
But know this isn’t a shout
For help;
This is me coping
With how I’m hoping
Nobody’ll care when I go.
Cutting isn’t for attention;
It’s for a brief suspension
Of everything else.
It is mine and I’m its,
It doing as I want
And I its slave
living and LivingThis year, I am going to live.living and Living in Philosophical More Like This
That is my resolution; to simply be alive. For that is something that I have never truly been before. Sure, I’ve been breathing and functioning and doing everything that one would class as ‘living’ but I’ve never been alive. Not really.
But then again, have you?
I know what you’re thinking. Of course you have been alive; you’re sat here reading this right now so therefore you must be living. But, if that is indeed what you are thinking, then you have misunderstood my resolution. When I say that this year I am going to ‘live’, what I mean is that I am going to ma
I Am Not ThemI've got the scars on my skin,I Am Not Them in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Reminding what I've done,
Who I've been;
Never letting me forget
Everything that I regret
And making sure I know
That I am not Them.
When the moon is way up high,
And the world is in a dream,
I will cry
For all of the death
Within my breath
Whispering into my ear
That I am not Them.
They make me Their shallow joke,
The things They say and do,
Making me choke;
World wants me dead
I'm sick in the head
All because of the fact
That I am not Them.
If I could transform myself,
Make me rich in beauty,
'Cos that's their wealth
I'd rather just die
I want to remain I
Proud of all I am and
That I am not Them.
I think I
I Am AddictionI’m past it,I Am Addiction in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t need it,
Don’t want it,
But what am I without it?
It’s still part of me,
Tattooed for all to see;
Little lines of pain,
Worming into my brain.
My only friend,
Will be my sweet end.
I need definition,
What makes me myself?
I want to be put on a shelf;
Just define me by my actions,
My scars, my abstractions.
Show me who I am,
Who you want me to be,
Hate me,
Love me,
Save me,
Kill me;
Make me
Me.
My old comfort,
My old joy,
Red itching scratch,
And the sentiment I attach,
Dragging me down
And making me fly;
Making me laugh
And making me cry.
Is it addiction?
Is it compulsion?
Is it wrong?
I know it’s not right,
But if I ended it tonight,
Would it really matter?
I’ll never be past it,
Always need it,
Always want it,
Because what am I without it?
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedAll Ends in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
Shooting Up On StarsThis all started when I's just a kid,Shooting Up On Stars in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I gave a damn 'bout what they did.
Here's my advice for you, young one;
You can't undo what someone else's done.
I take coffee same shade as my soul,
The same one I sold for rock'n'roll.
Well, Kid, if you can't learn in life,
Better make sure that you get it right.
Tonight, tonight,
I'll be your wish.
Just make sure you,
Understand this;
I'm not yours but you are mine,
So grab a ticket and get in line.
Oh look, Daddy, look who I've done,
Kid, this is the price for having fun.
I don't drugs but I'll shoot up on stars,
Taking me higher than shiny cars.
Oh look, Mummy, how's it up ther
ThousandsI'm sixteen,Thousands in Free Verse More Like This
Doubt I'll see thirty
Hopefully my blade'll be dirty
Or something
And I'll die.
I don't want to die;
Just want it to stop,
Everything in my head
Telling me I'm better off dead.
I cut myself,
There.
I said it.
And you
Just read it.
I'm just some kid
Behind a screen,
So why should you care?
I'm not just 'some kid';
I'm thousands.
I'm the ones people laugh at,
Spit at,
Swear at,
Destroy.
I'm not a minority;
I'm a majority.
All those kids alone,
Bleeding,
Lying,
Hoping
That death will come.
See?
We're not hopeless.
We hope for
Death.
Her Daily MasqueradeToday her parents ask how her day has beenHer Daily Masquerade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By now the answer has been well rehearsed
She insists to them that everything is fine
But the reality is the reverse
In fact she’s the antonym of the word ‘fine’
Inadequate, unsatisfactory
This is due to her creatively cursed mind
Steeped in a world of such simplicity
Yesterday friends asked how she has been coping
Waiting for their turn to talk, do they care?
They just see a happy, contented princess
Not a pensive, vacant, glazed over stare
In fact she’s the opposite of contented
Restless and at war with reality
Battling feelings of alienation
From unsupportive friends and
I Was In A Bad PlaceI’ll indite my crude and clumsy rhymesI Was In A Bad Place in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From my place in the pitch dark
And will wait all night if needs must
For that one creative spark
That will manifest thoughts in my mind
Into a charged lightning bolt
Strike my memories, open my wounds
And let writing be my salt
So cut me and see the metaphors
Floating around my blood stream
Pour salt on the literal lesions
To punctuate my primal scream
As painful at first as the memory
But after the initial sting
Wounds will heel, leaving only scars
Numbness replaces everything
This lack of feeling is temporary
As a writer I live for the pain
Of opening up new abrasions
To keep me lucid and sa
An Ode To A SmileOf late there has been something missingAn Ode To A Smile in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From my visage, my mien and my face
My adult self not able to regain
What it is my childhood has misplaced
The absence has become more apparent
And is there for the assemblage to see
But as it did not happen over night
The origin remains a mystery
Could it be the colour and the tone
Of my sallow skin pigmentation
From too many hours indoors alone
And within my imagination
Perhaps I should pierce my ear and nose
Rebel against a faceless system
Or indeed tattoo text upon my neck
Quoting some so-called ancient wisdom
I could iron out all of the creases
Nip and tuck on my pronounced cheek bones
But thi
I Was On A CloudI was the boy who remained silentI Was On A Cloud in Free Verse More Like This
Through those weeks, months and years
Watching the tide begin to rise
From all of your fallen tears
A tide of insecurity
That in time became so deep
It would set about draining you
Of all the secrets that you keep
I was the boy who remained mute
I watched your life unfold from above
As you were shattered with pain
And given false hope with love
So many times I was tempted
To come and heal my angels pain
But up above in the blue sky
For now at least I would remain
I was the boy who stayed silent
A hush so deafeningly loud
You were never alone though
Princess, I was on a cloud
I watched as a
Tragic AuthorI’m looking forward to being a tragic authorTragic Author in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’ll sit on a cloud with no silver lining
And become the male equivalent of a spinster
With words as my spouse and books as my offspring
At least then it is I who will control the outcome
For the lives of my heroes and heroines
And since I’ll not be afforded a happy ending
The least I can do is to give one to them
The Lord said ‘no’ to my happily ever after
Perhaps to inspire my imagination
A hollowed out heart is an ideal home after all
For my mind’s perpetual inspiration
I’m looking forward to being a tragic author
I’m such a devoted, hopeless ro
My Master's VoiceI screamed at him "I'm leaving!"My Master's Voice in Free Verse More Like This
He smiled and said "okay"
I said "no, for once I mean it
This time you wont make me stay"
But bags were never really packed
And that night in our bed I lay
The taste of blood on my lips
Still remained there the next day
I screamed at him "please stop this!
I am the Mother to your child
Baby, I know you have a temper
I know my ways make you so wild"
"But I promise I'll try harder
Not to push your buttons so much"
With that the beast resumed control
As I quiver at each stolen touch
They scream at me to leave him
To them it's such a simple choice
But it's been so long since I've heard
Anything
Free Your Mind, Lose ControlPut down all of your booksFree Your Mind, Lose Control in Free Verse More Like This
Open your troubled mind
Leave the cell-like classroom
And feel the warm sunshine
Beating down from above
On your beautiful skin
Forget all you have learnt
Let your journey begin
Breathe the air on green hills
Open eyes to blue sky
They tried to hide the truth
But with no alibi
Are you just a product
Of wistful memories
Or is there still some time
To change your destiny
Tether your torrid thoughts
Silence those languid words
That pollute your young mind
Instead choose to observe
The beauty that surrounds
Nature is your mother
Wisdom is your father
Creation your lover
The world outside your doo
When I Was 13I am just a little boy in a grown man’s shellWhen I Was 13 in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who finds himself lost in a daydream
That my mind manifested one Monday morning
On the cusp of being aged thirteen
Sitting on a plastic chair in a stale classroom
Looking out of the rain lashed window
Thoughts turn to the length of my imagination
And indeed what distance it could go
I was snapped back to reality as always
With my tank topped teacher's booming cry
This was not the first, nor would it be the last time
I would find myself preoccupied
Classmates around me may live their life linear
Like most people who have gone before
But I can’t see the point of a mind’s vast la
Life Is An Intravenous DripLife is an intravenous dripLife Is An Intravenous Drip in Free Verse More Like This
With no transfusion of blood
Instead it slowly relieves me
Of a mind that once was good
Administering paranoia
Directly from the drip chamber
Suffocating me with terror
When there is no imminent danger
Life is an intravenous drip
I am fascinated by my veins
And curious as to which one
Carries the blood to my brain
Which causes the unwanted impulse
For me to question every answer
Tourniquet that varicose vessel
Curiosity is my cancer
Life is an intravenous drip
Of that I am A positive
My blood remains optimistic
So why am I so negative
I see no saline solution
Just diminishing vital signs
As my sanity transfuse
Childhood DepartsHis Little Princess had now departedChildhood Departs in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She was lay face down in a tranquil pond
The dead water of which was her worries
That he tried so hard to rescue her from
The lead weight of life and her memories
Had dragged her down to new depths and held sway
Bringing her to that body of water
In which her callow body was now lay
His Little Princess had now departed
Her vapid throne vacant for evermore
Father passed her the key of his wisdom
Too afraid was she to open the door
Had she hung on a little while longer
She would have seen there was a better place
That her childhood was just a stepping stone
Towards a life that is far less debased
His Lit
SunburntMy sun-blistered heartSunburnt in Free Verse More Like This
has an angry red skin
that peels and flakes;
sobbing wood-shaving tears.
They collect on the ribcage floor
making a dirty black bed
for the heart to lay in
when it sinks - heavy -
at the end of each day.
It tries to shed this skin,
an amalgamation of former loves
sueted into a shell;
it wants to be free of the past;
but my whole, burnt raw heart,
bites at itself in your name,
turning rabid on itself
and picking leperose holes
out of its memories.
It eats itself,
and I hold onto the railings
and try to breathe.
Try to colonise my life sentence
Until a dark period grinds me to a stop.
Undying LoveShe screams, pain holding her, hands holding her hair and pulling tight, each strand reins to her conscious will. The drugs running through her system become a geas, an imposition stemming from the necessity in her soul.Undying Love in Short Stories More Like This
The tetter barked and shouted it's way down her arms, her misery congealing in her wrists and at her throat, forming a lump that pressed down weightily on her trachea until clawing a breath in was more effort than she had energy for. She choked on a sob and the angular bite of the sound released some of the tension. She fell.
The beige, tiled floor rose to greet her decrepit, falling form. Undone, as if a string on her soul
How Do You Like Your Eggs In The Morning?Sunnyside up.How Do You Like Your Eggs In The Morning? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The pan was still warm when I dropped it into the sink. We had eggs. You had them sunnyside up, but I couldn't bear runny egg whites and so I had scrambled. Just in case. You found your right shoe and left. I sat at the kitchen table drumming my fingers against the buttercup plastic cloth and thought about Life with a capital L. What was it all about?
I started to think of breakfast as a metaphor for us. You had it all together. Sunnyside up. I was scrambled. A convoluted tick of a person. I started to consider my life as being thoroughly forked. I watched the birds outside the kitchen window for a while and did not relate the
The WallI punched the wall.The Wall in Free Verse More Like This
The paper broke, a split lipped frown.
That was the thin veneer of joy you painted over my cracks with.
I punched the wall.
The paper bloomed into a paprika tulip.
That was the rusting screw in your jaw swinging off its hinge with your lies.
I punched the wall.
The paint broke into a smile
and I chipped out its teeth. They were the over polished hopes of our future.
I punched the wall.
The plaster spluttered out a storm.
Smooth and sleepy; I scratched at its eyes for promising to look out for me.
I punched the wall.
The plaster coughed hard again.
My anger was a consumption and its tendrils spasmed out from the s
Losing my BreathIt's 2amLosing my Breath in Free Verse More Like This
and the calling birds
are hatching in my heart,
I feel it crack and they emerge.
Feel them drilling on my ribs,
the steady anxious thrum
of a flight risk
waiting to happen.
It's 3am
and I can't breathe,
memories of you
are nesting in my throat
and now
I can't work around them.
It's cutting off the circulation,
and my frantic heart
tries to keep on.
It's 5am
and tears scratch their directions
into my cheeks,
they flounder and meander
and they erode.
My skin and soul is scraped down
layer by layer
to nought.
It's 8am
and another day is heralded
by the angry flutterings in my chest.
I try to swallow my pride,
dam the tears
and crawl through the dark again.
Coughing up blood
and inhaling iron filings
(The remainder of
what used to be my life).
KonjukuYou think you are a pebble.Konjuku in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's not the most romantic thing to say to someone, so you'll have to forgive my clumsiness. You think you are a pebble. That you have been worn down and eroded to the point where all corners have been smoothed out. That you have allowed the awkward elbows and ankle bones, the stutter and the scars, to be rubbed out. That you've let them wear you down until you are no longer abrasive when you come into direct contact with what they expect you to be.
You are not a pebble.
You are not small or part of a greater pattern. You are not disposable, at the mercy of Poisedon's temperate shifts. You are not the sum of t
The White ThingsNothing is as far away as a minute ago.The White Things in Free Verse More Like This
No matter how hard you row against the tide
we can never reach it, never return there.
It's hard to sleep in the light of my regrets
that creeps through curtain and barriers
to rot away and bleach all things white.
It's hard to sleep knowing that no distance
is as far away as sixty small seconds ago.
Immalleable, we rot, and things turn white.
Thy lips are warmOf all the words that mouth at loveThy lips are warm in Free Verse More Like This
and soften it with tongue and tooth
None will ever justify this breakage.
Never will there be diction enough
To make a heart salve, or tears unwept.
There will never be a word of woe
That suits to the shape of the thing.
Though many mouths may speak
of love and all her many expressions
airs, graces and confabulations.
None will correlate the meaning truly
how I loved for him, and he not for me.
Star-writHear me read it!Star-writ in Free Verse More Like This
It is nebulonic fate that we should dance
together in this burning bald ballroom
as the flames lick up the sepiatic walls
and drip curled paper down upon us.
It is our right to spin each other here
in the torrentous reign of flames and ash
as the chandelier, already hanging,
spits and sparks at us, trying to take us too;
and as everything we ever loved or cherished
in porcelain veneer or hand-crafted sycamore
crumbles to a close, still the thought remains-
that it is our star-writ fate to dance on.
The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselvesThe Man and the Moon in Free Verse More Like This
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.
Heart AttackWhat have I done,Heart Attack in Free Verse More Like This
To alienate myself from her?
What do I do,
Now that I am... invisible?
It's like I can't breathe,
The world's closing in on me,
And I'm trapped
With nowhere to go.
I haven't seen her smile
For several days now,
Nor have I heard
Her angelic voice.
I'm breaking inside,
Clinging to the walls of the past,
Trying to grasp onto something,
Before I die...
Is this what it feels like,
To lose my mind,
Or is this what they call,
A heart attack?
Victory of the Desert RoseOh how powerless I truly am,Victory of the Desert Rose in Free Verse More Like This
Here I sit with a pen in hand,
Unable to express my thoughts to her,
Other than with the written word.
What force, what power
Prevents me from approaching her,
Speaking my mind,
Sharing my feelings?
She sits in front of me right now.
Should I just talk,
Or perhaps show her these very words
And hope for the best?
Either way,
I can honestly say,
That my thoughts have been conquered
By the Desert Rose.
Hanging by a MomentI will always wonder what she was thinking that day.Hanging by a Moment in Free Verse More Like This
Though I wasn't the kindest or bravest,
Nor was I the smartest or most charming,
For some reason, on that day, she chose me.
I was plenty surprised to say the least;
Certainly with her charm, beauty and wits,
She could have had anyone in the world,
And yet she choose me, a spoony poet.
It was as if an occult hand swooped from
The heavens and turned her gaze towards me,
For it could have only been divine work,
To make me worth an angel's attention.
Here I am, clutching to that memory,
Hanging by a moment.
Two-FaceIf eyes were made to see, then I am blind.Two-Face in Free Verse More Like This
If the mind was made to think, then mine lies dormant.
If the soul was meant to be intact, then mine is damaged beyond repair.
Who is this person I see in the mirror?
This hateful, spiteful creature that stares hungrily,
Feeding on fear and cynicism.
I try and try to ignore this part of me,
But that task gets harder with each passing second,
For it is impossible to run away from myself.
Who am I really?
The man I believe myself to be,
Or the beast that stands in the mirror?
The Desert RoseWith eyes the colour of the cloudless sky,The Desert Rose in Free Verse More Like This
And hair like mighty dunes of sand,
She moves elusively and yet with such grace;
It is a dangerous sort of beauty.
Her eyes snap sharply into mine,
Whenever my gaze lingers a second too long.
Her stare traps mine own in place and so
I stay there frozen with fear... or is it awe?
I would love to tell myself
That such a flower is not meant for me,
But I would only be lying to myself
Because I love the thrill of the game.
I truly do admire her spirit,
Like the Great Pyramids it stands tall,
Against all odds,
Never bending an inch...
A fascination overwhelms me even now.
Can I even hope to keep up,
O
Thank YouI never thought I could be brought to my knees,Thank You in Free Verse More Like This
Not by anger nor torture nor pain nor betrayal,
And yet you found a way to do it.
I thought I had hardened my heart against the world,
And all the people within it,
But you proved me wrong.
You found a way past my defenses, past my wall of cynicism,
Making a pathway straight to my heart,
Which if I might add, is yours for the keeping.
Despite all my efforts you still managed to
Bring a smile to a... depressed Realist's face...
And for that, I thank you.
UntitledIt is in the blackest abyss,Untitled in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, and the darkest crevices of the earth,
Where the burning candle shines the brightest.
It is in the bleakest of moments,
When all hope seems to flee,
When you can find a friend by your side.
Wherever you are, whatever the time, however you feel,
Just know that I will always be here,
Always with you, always loyal.
For as long as the sun continues to rise,
And you possess the strength to get to your feet,
There is still hope.
A Letter to the Fair OneShall I compare thee to a summer's day?A Letter to the Fair One in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
My heart, and my soul have been stolen away,
And I know you to be the culprit.
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
I am yours: your slave, your servant, your thrall;
Oh there is none whom I could treasure more.
O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
My soul ached on those days we were apart,
And those are words that no one could deny.
And now, though not without risk,
I shall end this letter with but a kiss.
Like Tears in the RainAll those times we've shared,Like Tears in the Rain in Free Verse More Like This
All those moments, good and bad,
Even these very words,
Will eventually be lost in time,
Like tears in the rain.
Perchance to ForgetA single rose stands in the midst of a dreary grey,Perchance to Forget in Free Verse More Like This
The only remnant of a time long ago,
A reminder of a brighter past.
I sit here day after day,
Doing my very best to keep this rose,
To keep my dream alive.
And thus far I have been successful,
But I know I can’t keep this up,
For time will eventually run out.
And so I take this rose,
And gently dig her out from the dirt,
Leaving the field barren.
I take this chance to start anew;
I till the soil and plant new seeds,
And water the foundation.
Perchance, I can take this opportunity to forget the past,
And place my focus and energy in the present,
So that I might make a better future
Please ... Don't ...The sun's shining and the sky is clearPlease ... Don't ... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and you wish that you weren't here
Anymore, no part of this world, of this life
You're trapped in darkness and the way out
Of it is death, there's no doubt
But the alluring whispers of the sharp knife
When you drive in your car down the road
You dream of your last abode
And your eyes search for a tree to crash into
Every bridge's a chance to jump down
Each river tempts you to drown
In it, you climb high buildings not for the view
How can I make you stay here with me
When you try so hard to flee
From life's pain and the darkness and the sorrow?
Still I'm begging at your feet to stay
Not to
Death is knockingDeath knocks at my door.Death is knocking in Free Verse More Like This
I pretend I'm not around,
Hoping he would leave.
But he's just the messenger
For the mourning yet to come
Death keeps on knocking.
There is no way to fool him.
He knows my place well.
No matter where I move to,
He never fails finding me
Death is still knocking.
I give in, open the door.
"It's been quite a while."
He's acting like an old friend
While he tells who died this time.
Commission - Dirty SecretA house so splendid and fineCommission - Dirty Secret in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A house you proudly call "Mine"
Yet I spy with my little eye ...
But behind the facade: rotten wood
Skeletons in closets shut for good
At heart you are oh so pure
The just's sleep is your's for sure
But still my little eye does spy...
Do you have sweet dreams, my dear, at night
While you did leave me with hurt and fright?
A gentleman and a sir
You believe that's what you are
And I hear with my little ear...
All of the silent cries you blocked out
So long you don't even hear me shout
Keep pretending, go ahead
Yet your secret still isn't dead
I'm alive and won't disappear
A haunting ghost I don't w
To my sisterLike a sister I do love youTo my sister in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sister who never was mine
Older sister I look up to
My younger sister fair and fine
And you're more than a friend to me
My twin sister with diff'rent blood
We're seperated by the sea
But to you my heart does still spud
Sometimes I curse all of the miles
You and me thousands do divide
I want to witness all your smiles
Those which are born from deep inside
I cannot hold you when you cry
And I really wish that I could
Still a dreamer's mind does fly
And it'll be with you for good
And it brought this few lines to you
Written from deep within the heart
And each single word here is true
A wish from
Frightful MeetingShe ran into the woods aloneFrightful Meeting in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Until she reached an ancient stone
A forgotten giant's ashen bone
Overgrown by moss and firs
Where there was the love of hers
But not joy guided her today
Not happiness showed her the way
As rain fell from a sky led gray
Saltwater ran down her face
When she reached their meeting place
Adorned with a ruby red stain
A body awaited her slain
Causing such unbearable pain
Whom she'd given her heart to
Now had his own cut in two
Jelousy, the bitter passion
This cruel scenery did fashion
Where he ended up as ashen
and cold as the stone and sky
Made the loved girl want to die
68. HeroDear Amanda,68. Hero in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am sure you do not know me
I'm part of the masses, just another fan
Another of your followers on Twitter
Your time I do not want to fritter
So, please excuse this silly letter
Normally I write poetry way better
There is no aweseome picture I can
Gift you, just this poem. You see,
I fail amazingly to draw a straight line
All I can give you are words that rhyme
As a token of my admiration
Because you are my inspiration
Ever since the day I heard one song
-it was "Sing" - I love you all along
I saw you with "Evelyn Evelyn" that one time
And that evening became the heaven of mine
I cried reading your husband's rep
25. LurkingFrom my dark room I see right25. Lurking in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into yours filled with light
Gossamer courtains frame the scene
Of you staring at your T.V. screen.
I have no need for T.V.
You're all I want to see
But there is that man by your side
Who doesn't deserve you, I wish he died
I watch you leaving for work
While in my room I lurk
Hours pass and patiently I wait
For you to return home about eight
I see him kissing your lips
And his cursed finger tips
Desecrating your skin so fine
You shouldn't be with him you should be mine!
I left my dark room and went outside
Wait in the shadows where I did hide
And I wait for you to walk by
The attack was quick,
Hanging of Pirates (Drunken Sailor)What will they do to a captured pirateHanging of Pirates (Drunken Sailor) in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What will they do to a captured pirate
What will they do to a captured pirate
Deep down in the prison?
The crowd cheers at the hanging
The crowd cheers at the hanging
The crowd cheers at the hanging
Of this captured pirate
Fetter him with short and rusty shackles
Fetter her with short and rusty shackles
Fetter them with short and rusty shackles
Deep down in the prison
The crowd cheers at the hanging
The crowd cheers at the hanging
The crowd cheers at the hanging
Of this scummy pirate
Kick and beat him till he lies in his own blood
Kick and beat her till she lies in her own blood
Kick an
The GameTo me it's nothing but a gameThe Game in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ensure me for you it is the same
Before you go on and tell me your name
So what's wrong with a date among friends
Without feelings no bitter ends
So can you play along with me
No falling in love, can you agree
But enjoying the lovely company
Now that you know my rules, can we play
Is there anything left to say
they call me bitch and slut and whore
And other names, oh so many more
Give me a list I never have asked for
Just because they cannot play like me
And assume like them I must be
I don't take money for a start
And never play with a fragile heart
Unrequited feeling can break apart
Sticking t
PerfectionPerfection.Perfection in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She lodges her fingers down her throat.
Clasping onto the wall as she recklessly chokes.
She reinserts her fingers back in forcibly.
Deliriously trying to make her body thinner.
She swoons and slumps to the floor nauseously
As she attempts to regurgitate her dinner.
Her throat aches as she screeches out coarsely,
With her hand covering the image in the mirror.
Her head now rests on the on the rim of the toilet seat.
She wants to eat but she just has not got in her.
She desperately begins to scream out inaudibly.
Her mouth now tastes of something pulpy and bitter.
She examines the red color of the fluid cautiously.
Re
SurvivalSurvival.Survival in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as w
Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts. in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Evil, is knowing better
But purposely doing worse.
Toying with love by the tether
And laughing when it hurts.
Prevailing by any measure
With no intention to reimburse.
Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures
Gaining what you never truly deserved.
To live a life of complete leisure
And never keeping to your words.
Manipulating and applying pressure
Be
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.Living a Lie. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.
When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.
As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.
You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.
But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool
Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than tw
ArtArt.Art in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Imagine...
The world is your canvas.
Society is your paint brush.
The people are your choice of colours.
What kind of picture would you paint?
How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?
Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?
Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?
I ask because every portrait I create,
Is inspired by what is already in front of me.
So is it possible to even recreate,
Anything that the mind is not able to see.
The picture will always be the same
Because this life is all we know.
Where there is compassion there must be pain
Because it us who made
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 short
Reality Verses The DreamReality Verses The Dream.Reality Verses The Dream in Free Verse More Like This
Above the confines of the earths atmosphere.
I am embraced by the luminous clouds.
With the stars in reaching distance.
Surrounded by the acoustics of the sea.
Accompanied by the alluring scents of nature.
Observing the planets that stand like monuments.
This is the place where my body wants to be.
These are the sights my eyes want to see.
This is place where my mind can be free.
This is the only place where I can truly be me.
Now back to reality.
And the self perpetuating insanity.
Constricted by the codes of a conscripted morality.
Living in a world that is drenched in disparity.
How will I ever be a
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.
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose. in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
Kela Lewis-Morin
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany. in Free Verse More Like This
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think any
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