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-this windowpane loneliness- in Free Verse More Like This
has devoured too many stars
making love to ocean beds.
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep. in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
without gagging;
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
she knows her paper cuts by name.Rose bloodshe knows her paper cuts by name. in Free Verse More Like This
on her tongue
reminds her of yesterday's.
Lonely bones.
A heart's hoarded secrets,
love me pretties, &
scarlet letter dreams.
But
do these boys know
of the bitter winter
churning,
like a blizzard
in her veins?
The sharp edges
of half-empty
kisses,
or the crisscross
folding
of origami limbs?
Her eyes,
as deep &
unfeeling
as the ocean;
I want to forget names,& faces,I want to forget names, in Free Verse More Like This
& people.
I want to forget their veins,
fingerprints forever burned into my eyelids;
wrists I can't look at
without longing to tear apart.
Spine full, and spiteful:
I want to cry
roses in my midnight tea
for these star collapsed lungs.
I want to cry for her
& for me.
But Shame,
she wont allow me the courtesy.
FrostI am devouring chaos,Frost in Free Verse More Like This
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
I'm talking myself in circles,I screamed,I'm talking myself in circles, in Free Verse More Like This
"There is nothing
wrong with me, not a damn
thing.”
I wanted to believe
the big dipper on my arm
meant something more
than sun marks & kisses.
But, how can I trust words
that slip through my teeth
as easy as breathing
when this star
has only ever learned
how to f
a
l
l
?
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidPlease, forgive me. in Free Verse More Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-Dear Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.
I'm telling stories about a girl.
A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.
A rebel,
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
Poetry,
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp:fly. in Free Verse More Like This
these wildfires raging in our retinas
& the sins we wear like demonic similes
on our tongues- they are not enough.
& i am so fucking sorry of saying i'm sorry.
but, tell me,
what is a young poet(ess) to do
with veins made of kite strings?
Tiger EyesHidden between a ribcageTiger Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
not fit for company, or
mid-winter loving,
I grasped your heart, tightly.
We were a mess of ugly
metaphors, and tongues
gone limp-from far to many
late night, gunpowder kisses.
The kind that left nostalgic
paper cut hearts that burned
and ached, lonesome for you
after months of itching.
Tired, but deadly, I once found
you resting at my feet, peering
up with hungry tiger eyes and
claws unsheathed.
[ I never wanted you more. ]
MuteI rip out my vocal cordsMute in Free Verse More Like This
One at a time
With no disregard towards
The blood and gore I'm
Getting on my rotting palms
No one cares anyways
They wouldn't care if I was dropping bombs
They're too wrapped up in their own days
Why make myself mute
Now they can't hear me complain
About my oh so very cute
And insignificant pain
Now they won't need
To suffer anymore
They will be freed
From me, only a constant sore
cR a zYHer outbursts of deafening laughtercR a zY in Free Verse More Like This
Bounced and hurled around
Her 'special' white room
As she rocked back and forth
Hitting the soft pillow like walls
Making the sleeves of her too tight jacket
Move with a similar rhythmic motion
But what stood out the most were her eyes
Even though they sometimes were hidden
By her untamed mass of dirt brown hair
Her bright midnight blue eyes shine brightly
She did not see the white room
Nor did she feel the suffocating pressure of the room
Instead she saw and felt a soft field of green grass
And a little black kitten with amber eyes
That would bat at a delicate butterfly
That carried the
MessEverywhere I goMess in Free Verse More Like This
Every single place
The troubles seem to grow
Every smiling face
Eventually frowns with woe
Why can't I do
Anything right
I just screw
Up everything despite
The happiness I try to spew
Is it me
Am I the source of this ache
Does the pain flow free
Is this what I make
People be?
Should I go away and hide
Never to see others
Or the outside
But would I stop another's
Pain and be the only one that ever cried
What is a life with no grey
When everyone is sad
I'd give it all away
It wouldn't be that bad
I would finally be able to say
I saved a life
ListenCan you hear meListen in Free Verse More Like This
Listen
Listen to my cries
Hear me
Feel my pain
See your neglect
Understand what you've put me through
Hear me roar
My anger bouncing off the wall
My sadness ringing in
Your deaf ears
Can't you hear me
Do you just not care
Listen to me
Listen
Don't walk away
I'm not finished
If only you'd hear me
If only I could make you see
Why won't you listen
Why don't you care
Do you not see the tears
I'm shedding
You're the one that's made to care
It's your job
Why can't you just listen
Maybe you can't hear me
Yeah
That's it
I'm just not loud enough
The Other Side of the GlassOn the other side I can see,The Other Side of the Glass in Free Verse More Like This
Happiness is waiting for me
I want it desperately
But everything has a fee
I knock on the glass that separates me
From the joy that I seek
Thinking someone would let me out
But as I continue to knock I begin to doubt
That they'll open the door
But that just makes me want the happiness more
And I bang on the glass till my hands are sore
I now am not miserable or
Happy, I'm lost but I have hope
You would think I'd give in to the darkness
But seeing the happiness
Brings light into the other side of the glass
As Tears Come To My EyesAs tears come to my eyesAs Tears Come To My Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
I try to block out everyone's lies
And I have to deny
That I will cry
Because it is easy
To smile at the sleazy
Rather then to explain why I'm sad
Or why I'm mad
I have no escape from my enemies
And each emotion I hide has a fee
The pressure of it all
Just makes me want to fall
Into the protective darkness
Rather than return to the heartless
And as tears come to my eyes
One more piece of me dies
AloneSinkingAlone in Free Verse More Like This
Into utter loneliness
But it's ok
At least I can have some quiet
Maybe it'll be better this way
Tripping
Into sad isolation
But I'll make it
At least I can do what I need to
Maybe it'll get better
Slipping
Into miserable solitude
But it's fine
At least no one can cause me grief
Maybe it'll be better for me
Sliding
Into deep abandonment
But I'll survive
At least no one can betray me
Maybe this will work
Falling
Into heartbreaking confinement
But I'll live on
At least no one can hurt me
Maybe I can thrive here
Diving
Into soul shattering exile
But I'll pull myself together
At least you can't get to me
Mayb
Mommy MommyMommy mommyMommy Mommy in Free Verse More Like This
Look at me
See what all I can be
Mommy mommy
Aren't you wowed
What can I do to make you proud
Mommy mommy
Please get out of bed
I'm tired mistaking you to be dead
Mommy mommy
Please don't cry
You and step daddy don't have to say good bye
Mommy mommy
Did I do good
I did the best that I could
Mommy mommy
I didn't mean to make you part
And make step daddy break your heart
Momma momma
No need for shame
I will take all the blame
Momma Momma
Please don't date
It really is something that I hate
Momma Momma
Don't leave me again
Can't you see I'm in so much pain
Momma Momma
Please come back
Your heart has
HopeHope is just the liesHope in Free Verse More Like This
I tell myself
Hope tells me tomorrow
Will be better then today
So I don't cry myself to sleep
Hope whispers that next time
I'll do things right
When I only make it worse
Hope says that everything will be alright
When I know it won't be
Hope promises that there is a perfect
Person for me and that one day
I'll find that person
Hope shouts that one day
I'll do great things
And will always be rememebered
So that I'll never truely die
Hope sings of a better place
When there isn't one
Hope mocks that it could be worse
But most of the time
I'd do anything to not be me
Hope is merely a lie
But that's oka
I WantI want to feelI Want in Free Verse More Like This
the magic
the hope
the emotions
of sweet pure love
I want to feel
the warm embraces
the soft kisses
the beating of our hearts
all the promises of love
I want to see
the beauty
the sweetness
the happiness
of love
I want to see
the heart of my lover
the best and worst of love
the relationship last
all the time it should
It's not too much to ask
MaybeJust give me one dream that isn't see-through.Maybe in Free Verse More Like This
One substantiated claim to reality,
that I might hold onto life with.
Every quivering cell, mid-osmosis, begs you
for a shred of dignity with my tea.
Just one chance for something heavy,
something hard and room temperature. Real.
I don't want to look through my day dreams
and see someone else's face there.
I don't want to dream of those people
who may make, or break me, in the future tense.
I am tired of milky white and reflective black.
It is time for a life of colour and hope -
and not looking back to see if the past
matches up with the jigsaw map to the end game.
I want to be in the game, part
Perfect on PaperWe cut heartsPerfect on Paper in Free Verse More Like This
into paper to make streams
of love.
That was my impression of it.
That you ripped
off
the pieces you didn't want
until you got something that was
pretty.
It's no wonder
that I can't believe that someone
would think I was paper-perfect,
or loved.
~♥~♥~
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
Framed[ I met him at the county fair.Framed in Free Verse More Like This
It wasn't like the songs predicted;
I had mud up my shins and he
had grass in his hair. What a mess. ]
[ I kissed him at my grandma's house.
He swallowed me and digested me;
I became a part of his simmering self.
We fused together, and I died. ]
[ I married him in a triangular church,
When I turned up in white he grinned
and whispered "what, no muddy knees?".
I put a leaf from my bouquet in his hair. ]
[ He kissed her at my grandma's house.
She had left it to us when she passed.
In the house where I'd learned about love
he taught me all I know about betrayal. ]
[ He left me at the train station.
I'd helped
Never The Gold.I want my silver back,Never The Gold. in Free Verse More Like This
I need to melt it down and forge a new connection
With someone else.
I want all the precious bits of myself
that I so willingly quarried for you.
I want my silver back.
KissingMy lips are still freshKissing in Free Verse More Like This
from our fevered kisses,
even after they slowed
to a steady flutter;
matching our erratic heartbeats.
My lips are still raw
with the urge to kiss again.
HatredYou are a hemorrhage. You are the violent implosion of my blood under my skin that makes it itch like I am morphine-high. You are my blood seeping from arteries into artillery and shooting holes through my over-ripened heart. You are the snarl on my lip and scars across my forearms that burst open when I over reach my capabilities. You are the writhing groaning dying beast in my ribbed cage that aches for a kill. If I released you, you would snap my neck and watch me spurt out the only truth between us; my blood. You are venom and sap, holding my structure together from otherwise limp apathy but nonetheless you are poison, and how I hate you,Hatred in Free Verse More Like This
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
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
1Go on,1 in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Go.
I won't be your freak show.
It's not "funny,"
It's not "cool."
I'm just a girl,
Who didn't know you were so cruel.
I made a mistake,
I'm sorry to say.
I paid for my mistake,
Very dearly today.
You took who I was,
And you tore up my heart.
I'm broken and bent,
I'm falling apart.
The roof of my home,
Has just caved in.
It looks like you did it.
I guess you win
Zero.10.Zero. in Free Verse More Like This
I take a deep breath.
Is this really what I want?
9.
Of course it is.
Why am I even questioning it?
8.
"Because you're a coward,"
That cruel voice whispers,
"And you're looking for a way out."
7.
"No," my voice replies.
My voice is stronger.
I will be heard.
6.
I shift my grip on the knife,
And sink deeper into my sheets.
5.
My heart rate jumps;
My breathing accelerates.
4.
The world shifts in and out of focus,
As my senses are heightened,
By the adrenaline racing through my veins,
Knowing my end is near.
3.
I think back.
Is my will in order?
Have I written all the letters?
2.
My eyes flick open,
And I plunge the bl
We Regret To Inform YouDear Claire,We Regret To Inform You in Emotional More Like This
We regret to inform you that as of 10:48, Thursday, 21 of March, your grandmother has passed away.
Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that your application to University of Georgia School of Veterinary Science and Medicine has been rejected.
Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that everything you've ever loved has slipped through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it.
Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that you are nothing and will never be anything more than a pathetic piece of dust that clings to those who are better than you.
Dear Claire,
We do
Butterfly ScreamsIt's fun,Butterfly Screams in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Isn't it?
Hurting me?
Killing me?
Watching me bleed?
Mocking me?
Striking me?
Ignoring my needs?
Destroying who I am,
And all I'll ever be.
But you wouldn't stop,
That I can see.
The butterflies in my stomach,
Scream as the hurtful words
Pin them to corkboard.
I'll cut myself,
And bleed.
I'm gonna lay down,
And hear the butterflies scream.
"Don't even worry."
"I'm perfectly fine."
Words are sandpaper,
And a couple of lies.
So while I'm here,
Down on the floor;
Do your worst,
Your worst and more.
So I'll lay down,
And bleed.
Even when I'm gone,
The butterflies will still scream.
LostLost.Lost in Free Verse More Like This
I am lost.
Falling.
Falling.
F
A
L
L
I
N
G.
I have no direction.
I'm falling into a universe,
An alternate reality.
I am trapped.
Twisting, turning,
Pushing, pulling,
Stop, go.
Endless cycles,
That never stop.
Inside those cycles,
I am
Lost.
WarIt's not about living.War in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It's about dying.
It's not about laughing,
It's about crying.
It's about loss,
And pain.
It's about greed,
And personal gain.
It's about yelling,
And slamming the door.
It is what it is,
And this is war.
Two-FaceSuch a pretty smile,Two-Face in Free Verse More Like This
Who'd you steal it from?
Such beautiful eyes,
Who's missing them?
Such elegant cheekbones,
Whose skeleton did you copy?
Such a petite nose,
Whose was it before?
So, pare you the politician,
Or the prep?
The genius,
Or the gullible?
The skeptic,
Or the stupid?
The jock,
Or the joker?
What face are you hiding behind?
Whose eyes am I looking into?
I want to see your eyes,
YOUR smile,
YOUR face,
I don't want Two-Face.
I want you.
JanusBehind the copper doorwayJanus in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beyond the golden room
There awaits your future
There awaits your doom
Janus, the god of choices,
Asks will you go left or right?
You could discover nirvana,
Or you could die tonight.
Are you ready to take that risk?
Take that bow,
Brave that cliff?
Will you survive?
No one knows.
But no matter what,
Whither thou goest,
I go.
Trust me with your heart,
Trust me with your all.
I won't let you down,
I won't let your faith fall.
So, Janus,
I'll tell you now,
The choice is mine to be brave.
Leave my golden room,
For my choice,
I have made.
The Shams of What RemainsMorals are so hard to cling to,The Shams of What Remains in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When everyone's doing drugs.
Crimes are committed everywhere,
And everyone's a thug.
Being a virgin isn't a virtue,
You hide it away with shame.
Yet while all of drink and smoke,
Proudly I proclaim,
Alcohol, I know not the taste.
Smoking, I do scorn.
I shall not look,
While away you waste,
Looking so forlorn.
I am my own person,
And my morals I hold dear.
I quietly sit at home,
While my friends win "Stupidest Decision of the Year."
Though I'm not perfect,
And I'll never claim to be.
My peace of mind is worth it,
So I'll be true,
To me.
Rag dollI am the type of girl who hides in fortsRag doll in Free Verse More Like This
Bruised knees drawn up book in hand
Surrounded by cascading towers of paper backs
And a sea of empty tea cups with chipped edges
Folded into a chrysalises of sonnets and haphazard haiku's
Patched upon one another
Insert creative title here.sometimes I hate the ideaInsert creative title here. in Free Verse More Like This
of talking
I rather eat the autumn
skies crushing cold air between my molars
and hiding shaky hands
between pages of dictionaries
and clickclickclicking sounds of typewriters
you asked me why I wrote poems
on the soles of my shoes
and I told you
it was because I wanted to
imprint myself on the earth
then I can create beauty
even if I am not
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But l
I'm okayI'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okayI'm okay in Emotional More Like This
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay...
And maybe...
If I write it enough times...
I just might believe it...
Everybody else does...
a box full of memoriesa box full of memories in Free Verse More Like This
The small woogden box she holds in her hands
Holds a thousand memories.
This box so precious
The memories so fragile.
Some of them as sweet as honey
Others as sour as a lemon.
But memories none the less
Are all kept in the small little box she cradles in her hand.
She turns the knob slowly with care
Opens the box gently.
And out pours sweet music
Filling the old dusty room of her childhood.
She smiles as the memories flood through her
The music fades away.
But the memories remain forever.
secretsSecrets are strange things.secrets in Free Verse More Like This
They are shared
Or they are hidden.
They are simple
Or they are complicated.
Some should be shared
Others hidden away
Locked in a box.
There are many types of secrets.
Some secrets destroy
Others breath life into the truth of things.
But secrets are still strange things no matter what types they are…..
is this normal?Is it normalis this normal? in Free Verse More Like This
To reach for the razor blade and drag it across your wrist?
Is it normal
To see the bottle of pills and swallow them down?
Is it normal
To put a gun to your head, and smile while you pull the trigger?
cutIt shimmers and glistenscut in Free Verse More Like This
Only when the light hits it right
The colour changing from dark crimson
To such a pretty red
It trails down my wrist
In such a glorious stream
Just a little deeper
Just a little more blood
I need to feel it
I need to feel the pain
something
anything
I need to know I'm still alive...
Hero ComplexI bartered my soul awayHero Complex in Free Verse More Like This
For the boy with wolf eyes
He locked me behind his teeth
He carved snake bites into my lips
And tore apart the gilded edges of my lashes
In an endeavor to uncover some semblance of my siren words
He broke apart my ribs in an attempt
To find my landmine heart
Which held no sound
Mors AtraDust motes gathered in the corners of her lipsMors Atra in Free Verse More Like This
Bruised and rotting her mottled lungs fell apart
The skin of her wrists were smudged with pretty pink roses
And below her dissolving pupils just above the plains of her cheekbones
Were streaks of yellowed pages and posies
And ten days later she fell asleep under a bed of earth and soil
Don'tDon't tell me I'm beautiful.Don't in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When i feel disgusting.
Don't Tell me I'm lovely.
When my heart is rusting.
Don't talk to me.
I'm not worth it.
Don't encourage me.
Just let me quit.
Don't touch me.
I'm poison.
Don't wish for me.
I'm a prison.
Don't stay,
Please run.
I'm telling you.
Life with me is no fun.
You didn't dare.She smiled,You didn't dare. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but it was fake.
She laughed,
but she's about to break.
She reached out,
but no one came,
tried to fake it,
but the pain stayed the same.
This girl, she called to you,
but you didn't care.
Something told you to help,
but you didn't dare.
What would the others say?
The ones who called her a freak.
They may taunt or shun you,
so you choose not to speak.
Then she decides to leave.
Because no one wants her here.
You'll never see her cry.
She'll never shed another tear.
My voice?I tried to smile,My voice? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
laugh through the pain,
but it's been a while,
I think I'm insane.
I can't hear my own voice.
The one that says what I want.
Now I have no choice.
You never did, it taunts.
It tells me what I should say.
It tells me who I am.
It tells me everyday.
Am I the lion or the lamb?
Am I as weak as I feel,
or as strong as I pretend?
Am I cold and hard as steel,
or just waiting for it to end?
Who am I?
Do I really want to know?
I end with a sigh.
The voice is telling me to go.
My MaskI put my mask on.My Mask in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Time to face the day.
Time to plaster on a smile.
Time to pretend it's okay.
I want to crawl in bed.
Leave the world behind.
You're too ugly to go out,
whispers my mind.
I know I am,
I stifle a cry.
I want to leave,
I want to die.
My mask is done,
and I have to go.
Time to face the people.
Time to put on my show.
My MonstersI can't breathe.My Monsters in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It's too tight.
I hear so many things,
can't trust my sight.
The monsters surround.
No, they're not really here.
They reach out to grab me.
They smell my fear.
Have I finally lost my mind?
Am I totally insane?
Is this all in my head?
Is it just a sick game?
Or are they really there?
Do they smile as I scream?
Do they laugh at my tears?
Please, let this be a dream.
But it's not a dream.
I can't get out.
A hand surrounds my neck,
no air to shout.
Tears stream freely.
They start to close in.
I pray to god to help me,
to forgive all my sin.
The world starts to fade.
I can no longer see.
I smile in bliss.
I'm finally free.
My smileMy smile was once so easy,My smile in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a thing of joy and pride,
but over these years of darkness,
the ease has slowly died.
I find it's no longer truth,
but simply a lying mask.
It hides away the misery,
the hauntings of my past.
I refuse to look at pictures.
I see what others ignore.
The uneasiness of my smile.
How it has turned into a chore.
Will I ever truly smile,
with joy, pride, and truth,
or will I never know a smile?
Will it die with the rest of my youth?
Please, i wish to laugh,
to smile without a care,
but I'm not good enough for this,
and I guess that is fair.
Are you blind?Are you blind to my misery,Are you blind? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or do you choose not to look?
I want to share my story,
But you close me like a book.
I'm screaming as I cry,
But you refuse to hear.
Look away as I die,
Ignore each little tear.
Am I not loud enough?
Is that why you ignore my scream?
My life is tough,
Help me escape this bad dream.
I scream a bit higher.
Please, I need your help!
My circumstances are dire.
I'm losing myself.
But you do not help me,
And I've decided to give up.
Maybe then you'll see.
Ha! That's just my luck.
The DarknessThe darkness grabs,The Darkness in Concrete Poetry More Like This
it holds on tight.
I try to evade,
but I can't find the light.
Let me go!
I want to live,
but it does not tire.
It does not give.
I'm fading away,
can't find myself.
Someone, please!
Anyone, help.
But no one hears my cry.
The darkness smiles in glee.
As I've lost myself all together.
I will never be free.
Why?Why do I speakWhy? in Free Verse More Like This
when everyone would prefer quiet?
Why do I show my face
when everyone finds it appalling?
Why do I try
when everyone finds annoyance?
Why do I live
if everyone wants me dead?
I speak
so I can spread God's word.
I show my face
because God loves the sight.
I try hard
because God wills me to.
I live
because God gave me the gift to.
PretendSmile at your love,Pretend in Free Verse More Like This
smile at your family,
smile at your friend,
though your life is coming to an end.
comment on new poems,
read your favorite book,
write all over your hand,
though nothing will be the same again.
Pretend it's all okay,
Don't let them see you cry,
Don't let them hear your scream,
let them all live in their little dream.
Keep them in the dark
till the very end.
I promise it's for the better,
they can read the truth in the letter.
Smile, DarlingHey there.Smile, Darling in Emotional More Like This
Yes, you over there.
Has anyone told you lately that you look great?
Yes, with your morning hair. Your “chopstick” limbs. Those things you call fat. Your skin with all the blemishes which make you shine brighter. Your eyes which shine like the stars.
I want to say that you look beautiful, and that you shouldn’t worry about what you look like.
WHAT?
What do you mean you’re a terrible person?
Oh, is it because of the intense jealousy for those who have things you don’t have?
Or maybe because you feel immensely insecure of your wonderful self? Or maybe because you take out that anger and sadness o
Freaks ShowFingers scratching at my wrist,Freaks Show in Free Verse More Like This
Wanting a beautiful kiss.
The lips they know too well,
Gradually I feel my mind compelling,
Back to almost a month ago,
When I was still apart of the freak show.
Dancing on the stage,
With a pointy blade,
Focused on a luscious vein.
The oh's and ah's of the crowd causes pain,
I finally notice how different I really am.
I finally notice there is nothing I can,
Do to pick up the glass without getting cut.
I finally noticed that all I am is a nut.
I finally noticed that deep down I'm in the freak show for life,
I can no longer hide and fight,
The true me when it's thriving to come out.
In this moment I do doubt,
T
Follow MeI am death,Follow Me in Free Verse More Like This
Glare into my eyes,
And prepare to die.
You have been living a lie,
Now you will have something to die for.
I'll get into your core,
The deepest part of you.
You will let me and I shall do,
So without any regrets.
I will haunt you every second, even in your sleep.
I will make sure you get no fucking peace.
It is the least,
I could do for you darling.
I'll get into your core,
The deepest part of you.
You will let me and I shall do,
So without any regrets.
My hidden beauty hypnotizes you,
And everyone else too.
So many tricks up my sleeve,
You wouldn't even believe,
Specially since you're too blind to see.
I'll get into your core,
Love To KillHe whispered in my ear, "Baby can I hug you around the neck?Love To Kill in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes really brighten up when you cry,
Judging by the marks on your wrist you already want to die."
Trying to recover and stop loving you,
But my heart has a mind of its own,
And I can never find better then you.
"You deserve everything that's coming for you.
Everything you do makes me rageful,
I can barely stand to see you breathe.
Now blow me a kiss as you're on your knees."
Each bruise is a mistake, and truly made of love.
I know how his heart of stone really feels,
I just have to mine through the bitterness.
"You won't ever leave,
Don't you know what my dad did to me?
Yo
IntruderDo you remember when you were an intruder?Intruder in Free Verse More Like This
When I attempted to banish you?
I did not have a clue that you were a part of me.
Eventually I gave up and let things be.
I no longer drown in you, I've learned how to swim,
I struggle to keep my head above the waves.
Before I knew it gradually I became your slave,
But I no longer fight for freedom.
Over time I have grown fond of you,
And no matter what I try to do,
I cannot survive without you and this hell.
You've grown to be my psychotic friend,
To the brutal end that is closer than before.
PillsHere's a pill for my broken heart,Pills in Free Verse More Like This
A pill for my body parts,
I can never again call holy.
One for each day where I slowly,
Die again, again, and again.
And then,
A few more for each jail visit,
A handful as an alternative for the razors that used to sit,
On my wrist.
Half a bottle for all of the lies.
A bit more just so I can get by.
The rest for all of the tears and blood shed.
Oops, I'm dead.
I'm a MonsterMonsters are inside of me,I'm a Monster in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters are the size of my jeans.
Monsters will never let me be.
Fighting against me and this thing I am forced to call a body.
Monsters are carbs,
I am the superhero with the power starve.
Monsters are the suspicious people around,
Monsters are the sounds,
Escaping my humongous stomach.
Monsters are horrid objects such as ovens.
Monsters are ugly and fat,
And I am just that.
My Mind Part 2My mind is a powerful thing,My Mind Part 2 in Free Verse More Like This
Pulling me back from sanity.
Almost as powerful as this knife,
That yearns to end my life.
My mind is the reason behind,
Everything wrong with me.
From the person I've grown to be,
To the scars I've earned along the way.
But there's a dark place my mind adores to stay.
It lingers there for days,
And I can slowly feel myself drifting away.
But I no longer fight,
I no longer scream.
Only in my dreams is there true peace.
But I no longer fight,
I no longer scream,
For my life is not worth it.
ParadiseTwo weeks,Paradise in Free Verse More Like This
Fourteen days,
Three hundred thirty six hours,
Two hundred thousand one hundred sixty minutes,
One million two hundred thousand nine and six hundred thousand seconds...
The amount of time I've been away from paradise.
Alice Created Her Ow WonderlandShe fell down into the ground,Alice Created Her Ow Wonderland in Free Verse More Like This
Without a sound being made.
Hundreds of shades and new perspectives,
Flash by her very own eyes,
She is forced to say goodbye,
To the humdrum life she knew too well.
Her new friends such as the mad man attempt to make her time swell.
Taking her hand, they travel this world.
Meeting others, seeing the wonders, quarrels.
Throw a fragile teacup,
But later picking up,
The pieces and dragging them across her skin.
It seems as if the demons will win,
For they are controlled by the queen.
The mad man holding his bunny leans,
On beautiful Alice and causing so much more.
On the rabbit's clock time passes,
At his own p
Let Me InLet me in as if I was a drug,Let Me In in Free Verse More Like This
Changing what you love.
Effecting what you see,
And reality.
Inject me as if I was a drug,
Controlling what you love.
Taking the innocence from your eyes,
And feeding you lies.
Breath me in as if I was a drug,
Destroying what you love.
Messing with your fragile mind,
And the sanity you yearn to find.
Snort me as if I was a drug,
Killing what you love.
Taking your pitiful life,
While you cannot put up a fight.
MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.Myself in Free Verse More Like This
They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.
So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.
Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.
Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."
HumansHumansHumans in Free Verse More Like This
Such heartless creatures, who learn to lie.
They do not care if you happen to die.
Only focusing on what they like best, they either forget or shun the rest.
They disgust us, they do, with their pathetic souls.
As a matter of fact their souls have left, and all that remains is a simple brain.
A brain that allows them to simply stain.
Stain the planets who were deemed sane.
Alas, the race shall hopefully fall, for nothing lasts forever, nothing at all.
The Moonlit RiverDown the moonlit river, I sail with my soul alone.The Moonlit River in Free Verse More Like This
The glimmering water dances across my paddle, it sings to me songs of the unknown.
Ten shimmering fish swim by, their fins forged of gems and jewels from the night sky.
Silver trees on either side, their ethereal leaves whisper and glide.
Glistening waterfalls ripple into place, across my canoe their translucent lines trace.
Forevermore I shall sail this stream, never will I awaken from this ethereal dream.
WeWe walk between empty mirrors, gracing those who have foreseen our lives.We in Free Verse More Like This
We slither alongside shadows, banishing newborns from their knives.
Forsaken, our prey shriek, their joyful souls are forevermore meek.
Though, within them lies fear, a fear that we wish to seek.
Their speechless eyes wander aimlessly through our coats of despair and doom, seeing all with blind transparency except a cloud of gloom.
Our knowledge exceeds their beings, their fear is given without a fee.
Thus, always and forever shall we strike them down with glee.
Our Simple TaskWe are deepened by our dark souls, sealed within the bloody and banished scrolls.Our Simple Task in Free Verse More Like This
Damned by the morning and by the light, our eyes lurk gloomily in the path of night.
We whisper tears throughout your sight, paralyzing your intelligence and fear of flight.
Alas flight is what you truly need, hence why your fate is for us to read.
In the air your body is thrown, whisked upon the dead; let your soul hear them moan.
Thrust forth and forgotten by the stain of blood, absorb the monstrosity from within the flood.
Bested by glasses and long dark coat, your flesh reeks a stench; thou shall be thrown in the moat.
Left to freeze and burn from the
To Beseech the Fallen StainTo Beseech the FallenTo Beseech the Fallen Stain in Free Verse More Like This
Once upon a hundred years, the banished gather to recite the tears.
Such hymns of agony and foolish reign, their voices beseech the fallen stain.
Lament is thrust against its face, the stain pleads not to suffer the brace.
All those who perished for its desired needs, rise forth and against to annihilate the seeds.
One by one the seeds implode, their souls are frail, they cannot take the road.
And here at last the stain slips away, never seeing again the night of day.
YouThe pours of your mind, diseased and left oozing; droplets of configurations spun in a line.You in Free Verse More Like This
What was forgotten in the space between your knowledge, there's not a damn thing left except for time.
Years and years of unsolved reservations, crooked and creaking like your bloodshot eyes.
Examining the past with a magnifying glass, I doubt you'll realize anything for your life is mine.
I stole your soul with a simplistic vine, one brought from the restless pastes of time.
When your steel-blue eyes locked my mind in the corner, I patiently waited, for your soul would be mine.
You kindly pranced over and asked a little favor, I simply stabbed
AnorexiaSuch a frail being I am, witness my ribs bulge through my skin, I must prevent all the fattening meals or I shall become a massive sin.Anorexia in Free Verse More Like This
Gluttony is my tormentor, from it I run afar, to distant lands of emptiness, lands of thinness, lands of star.
Without meals they remain there, so content and filled with glee, I aim to travel to that land, far beyond the normal sea.
Though alas I am chained to suffer here, to eat processed and vile courses, I simply ask for a map of guidance, one to help me reach those sources.
Thou Shall BurnClench my soul, go right ahead; ignite your flesh and I shall deem you dead.Thou Shall Burn in Free Verse More Like This
Dance with fire and thou shalt be burned, scorched to deformity with your soul never returned.
Exceed your limits, turn away your falls, shall the trials begin beneath the walls?
Oh yes they shall my dearest thing, for your fate will rest within this ebony ring.
Such glory was enthralled into my soul, how you plead for its power, its superiority, its toll.
Though alas you've proven not worthy of it all, hence your death shall be remarkable, forever now you shall fall.
HerBeneath twisted vines of exceptional lies, exists a simplistic immortal who dares not speak.Her in Free Verse More Like This
Her covered eyes release an echo, one that frightens and silences the weak.
And why dost thou hide from her in the clouds, is it to bypass her howls and shrieks?
Is your fear that condensed, must you avoid her being, or are you simply one of the weak?
It does not matter, not anymore, for her immortality is dominance; thou art no more.
when writers cryAwake on strong, black coffee drinkswhen writers cry in Free Verse More Like This
Words on paper, liquid ink
Dreams of pen tips, future lies
Tragic stories, quotes of the wise
Nights have carved their dark, deep valleys
In the hollows of my eyes
For you see, my friend, when writers cry
There are no tears, their cheeks are dry
But ink dipped fingers, worn out wrists
Chewed up nails and bloody fists
You see, it's strange when writers cry
Their hearts are true, their words don’t lie
They mourn in silence for a few days
Of paper cuts and tear-less haze
Of coffee mugs and smoky paper
Liquid spills, and water vapor
Sorry dreams and wasted hours
Putrid smells and dying flowers
(Torn
SurvivorOn your left cheek bone, you had a long, dark scarSurvivor in Free Verse More Like This
That you've earned when you fought their brutal war
And five broken bones in your slender hands
That you've cracked in a fight of a few damned lands
You deny but I've seen the light limp in your knee
Twisted in a ship at the heart of the sea
You pretend it was fine just to hide your pain
But I see your tears through the thickest rain
And in silent nights I can feel your cries
Just beneath my skin. They uncover your lies
The lies that you've told of how you're doing alright
Though the soldier in you is in constant fight
In silent nights, behind your shut door
You still see your fr
Heart CutoutI met loneliness on a desolate roadHeart Cutout in Free Verse More Like This
And I became the only friend I had.
I fell in love with noble words
And moonstruck dreams
And genius schemes
And flaky thoughts
And berserk quotes.
One day the hummingbirds
Laughed at me because my songs
Contain no music.
I shouted loud, "YOU BIRDS ARE WRONG!
My songs are poems and a poem is
An eerie song that plays alone.
I had a heart shaped cutout in my chest.
Sometimes it became a subway for fireflies
Sometimes a bridge for love and lies
Sometimes I hid there a pack of fries
And a coke with ice – extra large size
But most of all, I hid a secret –
A hope so deep it blurred my eyes.
I wish
Sta.sh
