Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?
So much to be sad about, so much that could be
Going wrong for everyone, going wrong for you.
Smiley face, smiley face, don't you feel it too?
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever tell?
So much could be going great, going oh so well
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever see?
Life is spend much better when your thinking thoughts of glee.
Mind, oh mind, why can't you agree?
Thinking everything at once is slowly killing me...
The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a godThe Face At The Door in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
Good Enough... for YOU.As I sit here cradling the blade in my handsGood Enough... for YOU. in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the moments I wish that I had
I can't stop growing more lost and confused
I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?
As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck
No one will understand a meaning so complex
I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow
Thinking, am I good enough for you now?
As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun
I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...
goes the bullet.
For when I think it through...
I really won't ever be good enough for you.
Bipolar DisorderI am a victim of a shadow named fourteenBipolar Disorder in Free Verse More Like This
And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon.
Fourteen human figures without a face… they attack my soul
And everybody’s staring at me without an honest reason.
I am a victim of the people of the world
Who only want to hurt me, and my innocent family
Terrified of the ones around me, even those I love
When a nightmare becomes my reality.
I can’t take a shower without peeking outside the curtain
And I can’t close my eyes when I wash my hair
Because I’m horrified, afraid that when I open them
I’ll see somebody with a bloody face angrily standing there.
Sometimes I unlock the doors and then lock them again
And to be honest, I’m not completely sure why
And I can’t go upstairs at night, because what if there’s a fire?
I won’t be able to make it out in time.
I am a victim of a shadow named fourteen
And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon.
And somehow, ou
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,Canvas in Free Verse More Like This
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.
Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.
Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
Magic WandDragons fly through poison skies, their whispers in the windMagic Wand in Free Verse More Like This
Ladybugs in black sandcastles, scratches on your skin
Hopscotch over quicksand, and a castle made of dirt
Shining silver crowns and dancing 'round in spinning skirts
Bloody, ruined princesses locked up in towers tall
Watching as the prince quickly begins to fall
Slowly, as the innocence does take her darling life
Please do watch now, as the magic wand becomes a knife...
What Happened?I used to think make upWhat Happened? in Free Verse More Like This
Made people ugly.
Now I think I'm ugly without it.
I used to think people
Always loved me.
Now I think everyone hates me.
I used to think everybody
Was my best friend.
Now I think no one truly is.
I used to think
Boys were icky!
Now I wish I had one.
What happened to being
Sometimes, when I'm sadSometimes, when I'm sadSometimes, when I'm sad in Free Verse More Like This
I remember that one time,
All I had to worry about was
If the bubbles I had blown, were about to
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that one time,
I began to worry about the day that
My childhood would simply
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that some day,
When I'm sitting with my husband
In the old old house... my days will simply
And that day,
The day when my heartbeat is
The day when my breath
Truly gets taken away.
That's the day
When my worries, my concerns, my fears...
Words on the WallThe sun melted into the glamorous skyWords on the Wall in Free Verse More Like This
The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.
But mommy was crying, her day had been hard
The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.
Her face wasn't happy like it should have been
And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.
I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...
I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.
I told her to look, just to come in and see
But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.
She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor
Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door.
She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more
She slapped me till I couldn't see anymore.
My heart then stopped beating, my laugh went unheard
Then Mommy got up without saying a word.
She looked at the walls splattered with my young blood
Then fell to the ground in her tears with a thud.
She looked at my face, then she looked all around
Then wrote on the walls with the first thing she found.
Then, after she finished, she wanted self h
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesSo much time, so little to do in Free Verse More Like This
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
Little Red HousesLittle red house on the corner left to fadeLittle Red Houses in Free Verse More Like This
Tire swing swaying above a sparkling blade
Silver gown, just for the hour
Starts out sweet then you taste the sour
A little girl's heart doesn't last for long
When a little girl gone right goes horribly wrong
One little fall means blood on the breeze
Little red house with a ghost to please.
With YouHold me tight,With You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Please don't go.
I'm falling apart,
falling down so low.
Like a rag doll I'm tearing,
seams falling apart.
I can't sew them back up,
wouldn't know where to start.
I need your help,
but I'm too scared to say,
too scared to reach out,
tell you to stay.
You're my only hope,
like it or not.
My chances are slim,
but I'll give it a shot.
So hold me up,
don't let me fall,
just tell me it's okay,
answer my call.
That's all you need to do,
and I'll be alright.
With you by my side,
I'll stand up and fight.
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 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 SongThe music swirls all around,My Song in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
till all I hear is the joyous sound,
twirling, spinning, moving me,
and the endless notes are all I see.
The beat becomes my hearts own.
I feel as though the light has shown,
and all the sadness fades away,
and I finally see a happier day.
My lips part, and I sing along
To such a redeeming, beautiful song.
These moments come and go too fast.
I enjoy them greatly as they last.
I laugh in glee.
I feel so free.
What magic is this,
this utter bliss?
Stay with me, my pretty song,
with you the days don't seem so long.
With you I am so filled with hope,
I know with you, somehow I'll cope.
Together we'll stay.
You'll scare the darkness away,
Yes, stay here my friend,
play your notes till my end,
and with your melody in my ears,
I'll go without any silly fears.
I'll meet my maker with you at my side,
then he'll hold me close, no need to hide.
Yes, my song, you'll get me there,
with your notes, and tune, so full of care.
You'll be my very dearest friend,
until my bea
I Met MeToday I met a girl,I Met Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and she asked, "How are you?"
"Just fine," I replied.
She said, "No, tell me what's true."
Perplexed, I stopped and stared.
She was young, no older than eight.
Her eyes were still innocent.
They knew no hate.
"What did you say?"
I asked in confusion.
"You know what I mean," she said.
This girl was in a delusion.
Trying to be kind,I replied,
"No I do not."
She frowned and replied,
"You lie quite a lot."
Now I was agitated.
What does this girl know?
Acting like she's so intelligent.
I'll just tell her to go.
"Let me explain!"
She exclaimed in haste.
"I know you're not alright.
I know you feel misplaced."
How in the world?
Who is this little girl?
"But I'm here to say you'll be alright.
Though your friends will leave,
leave you feeling alone and cold,
you'll find a reprieve."
"So just stay strong
because I know you can do it."
How? Who are you?
I wished she would quit.
Suddenly it was silent,
and I turned to see,
but there was no one there at al
What's Right.There once was a boy,What's Right. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there once was a girl.
He loved the girl dearly,
and the boy was her world.
The boy was kind,
and would be there to stay,
but the girl was broken.
She yearned to fly away.
The boy wouldn't let go,
he was determined to fix her,
but there was no secret,
no miracle cure.
She simply had to go,
set herself free.
This was the answer,
the only true key.
He wouldn't give up,
so she had to shove.
It was all in good interest,
all because of love.
But the boy was so patient,
so determined and kind,
he wouldn't give up.
She made up her mind.
There would be one last push,
one last try
before she had to give up,
let herself die.
The boy won't like it.
He'll try to fight.
It will hurt the girl greatly,
but she has to do what's right.
So I'm sorry, so sorry,
for what I have to do,
but please, please remember,
I truly, really love you.
Secret WordsI know you need help.Secret Words in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's so plain to see.
Please don't hurt yourself.
You can count on me.
I'll hold you when it's tough,
wrap you up tight.
I know life is rough,
but I'll be your light.
I love you, I do.
You're everything to me.
you don't believe it's true,
but I want to set you free.
I'll be your rock
when all your strength is gone.
I'll be your lock
when everythings gone wrong.
So please don't cry,
my love, my life.
I know you want to die,
but I'll help you through the strife.
Because I'll be there to catch you
when everything falls apart.
I love you, it's so true,
with all of my heart.
UneditedWe cry.Unedited in Free Verse More Like This
We fight for our dream.
We're just waiting to die.
The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.
The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.
So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?
Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?
Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"
Not Good EnoughNot good enough for me,Not Good Enough in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
not good enough for you,
maybe all the insults
are simply what's true.
What can I say?
Nothing, I'm done,
so sick and tired
of having to run.
So this is the end,
the last puzzle piece,
the very last straw,
the pain will soon cease.
I won't have to struggle.
There will be no pain,
and everyone's lives
will go on quite the same.
Because I am just me.
The greatest disappointment of all.
So say good-bye,
as I start my free fall.
I Say No?How many times can you lose it all,I Say No? in Free Verse More Like This
before you never get it back?
How many times can you fall,
till you land with a crack?
I get so close to the end.
So close to letting it go.
But something always seems to mend,
always tells me no.
I want to die,
but I need to go on.
I begin to cry.
I just want this to be done.
So don't keep me here.
It's time to go,
But now I begin to fear,
it's me that says no.
The Girl In A TeardropThere sits a shattered girl,The Girl In A Teardrop in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Imprisoned in her tormented tears,
Wishing she had not wasted her youthful years,
Looking for her one true pearl,
Who never showed his flawless face.
There weeps a sad girl,
Reflecting her mask in the mirror,
Seeing her self becoming thinner and thinner,
And now she sees the echoes of her age,
Guiding her back from her heartbroken mind.
There breathes a sorrowful girl,
Staring out of her sweet nectar sobs,
Hoping to escape from her self-infliction,
But what is out there for her to find?
Except a dawn of despair and dereliction.
The feelings I can't expressTimes like this when I can’t find the rights words.The feelings I can't express in Free Verse More Like This
Times like this when I find myself crying.
As I have no way to express.
But this pencil twirling in my hand.
Sometimes I’ll make art, and proudly show it.
Sometimes I’ll make shit, and quickly destroy it.
With either I find they both seem to end in the same way.
With a simple message, strewed through long and tedious words.
That could be said much simpler, and probably has.
But still I say it, for it’s all I have.
Good enoughYou’ll never be good enough to beat that person in video games.Good enough in Free Verse More Like This
Nor that online player who claims they're the best.
You’ll never be good enough to earn that pay raise at work.
Nor become employee of the month.
You’ll never be good enough to be the strongest and smartest in class.
Nor get the best grades.
You’ll never be good enough to be a model.
Nor have the body you've always wanted.
You’ll never be good enough to walk away from that fight.
Nor be able to fight back.
You’ll never be good enough to hold back your emotions.
Nor always be the best friend.
You’ll never be good enough to always do the right thing.
Nor make the right choices.
You’ll never be good enough to make that person love you.
Nor always be loved.
You’ll never be good enough to make it somewhere.
Nor ever be noticed.
But you can damn well try.
AbusiveGrip my neck tight and don’t let it go.Abusive in Free Verse More Like This
Forgetting to let me breathe.
So I can taste blood, as I bite my lip.
Today is the day I please him.
With my innocent body.
“Admit you like it”
Rip my heart out, and drink the remains.
Then chain me to the bed, a neck with scars.
“Oh my oh my, you've been such a naughty girl”
Pitied by the daytime, it’s when vampires like you sleep.
“Oh my oh my, you've been such a naughty girl”
I just want to rip out your wicked heart.
Please forgive these tears running down my cheeks,
I swear I’ll devoid myself of all emotion.
Ah, I will moan when you command.
Listening to every will.
“I love you”
It hurts so much, the whips and chains.
I hate being tied down like this.
“I love you too.”
ExpressionsI paint the sky on a blank canvas.Expressions in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to find a way to express my emotions.
But the canvas just becomes a gray scale.
I write down the words I think.
Trying to find a way to get it all out.
But the words just fall out of my mouth.
I photograph the world around me.
Trying to find a way to express myself.
But the shutter is slow, and doesn't capture it fast enough.
This is the expressions of my emotions.
They never seem to come out right.
Despite me trying my hardest.
The emotions stay locked within me.
ScreamingThe screaming is too loud, today and tonight.Screaming in Free Verse More Like This
So I clasp my hands over my ears.
And shut it tight.
My eye’s eyes are shut. I don’t scream anymore.
Dry lips, from no longer screaming.
My mouth will remain shut.
Time no longer turning.
I am here for you little screaming girl.
Don’t open your mouth.
You’ll fall victim to the repetition.
The addiction of the screams.
Once I open my eyes
Fading to white, the world around me blurs.
Refusing to scream, just because of the
Others fall victim to the repetition, the addiction.
Sweet little boy, you screamed for so long.
Surely you must be tired.,
And your voice is so horse.
Just trying to make it by.
Screaming my last scream.
Too loud, my voice breaks.
Into little precious pieces
My wordsThe amount of words spoken everyday can become repetitive.My words in Free Verse More Like This
“I want to be stronger.”
They don’t sink in anymore because we've overused them.
“Why doesn't anyone love me?”
No longer can we start a revolution, or inspire a world.
“We can do it! Keep on fighting!”
Instead we wind up sounding cliche.
“I want to die”
No longer are we the poets who make people cry.
“Life is shit”
Instead we leave a blank feeling, because we've heard it before.
So we are left with this emptiness.
But that can’t be true.
Because it’s too cliche.
Lost for wordsI used to be able to take a group of ugly words, and turn them into a beauty.Lost for words in Free Verse More Like This
I used to be able to have the words tell a story.
Now I’m at a loss for words, wishing I could bring back the inspiration I had before.
I know if I force it out, my words will become lies.
Un-relatable, and confusing.
Despite my efforts to change this.
It’ll remain the same.
Till I find my inspiration again.
Head screamingOnce I called them friends inside this messed up head.Head screaming in Free Verse More Like This
Now they're enemies, of my own will.
Tearing at the top of my head, and ripping hair from everywhere
Do my words make sense anymore?
Keeping them all awake.
Whispers here n' there.
My name repeated over and over again.
Like someone's calling towards the base of my body.
Starting to get scared.
Once I just hold onto the medication.
Everything will be ok.
You hold me tight, and tell me to overcome them.
Just like everyone else.
Getting filled with someone else.
And turning into another.
Watching it like a movie,
Waiting for your turn to play.
People keep questioning, "why are you acting so strange?"
They all laugh.
One little girl is filled with many voices
love is hurtingThe beautiful days we held so close, I once said to 'hello' to you.love is hurting in Free Verse More Like This
Our meeting was brief, and simple.
Caring, and kind.
We left with helpless hearts.
Neither regretting, nor forgetting.
Our meeting place, once helped me smile.
Overcoming each day.
I still wish for the past,
with crying into my hands, at last.
Letting lose the tears,
I know I shouldn't fear.
You tell me "You'll move on".
But the glass still digs into my skin, and prickles each time I see you.
Wandering like I'm not here.
I touch my lips, and hope for yours to return.
The tears keep streaming, never forgetting.
She is real..Voices, Personalities.She is real.. in Free Verse More Like This
Somebody else, is inside this head.
I'm not crazy, right?
I can't let them get the best of me...
It has a name?
It has a gender?
It's just my mind cracking.
It shouldn't exist
She comforts me, whispering words in my mind.
She has come to exist,
Only for the sake of my sanity..
She wishes she could hold me,
But she only exists in my mind.
They tell me, that she is wrong.
I should overcome her,
that she is only repressed memories. Taking form
She will speak for me one day..
When the weight becomes too much..
Sun Child,I am freezingSun Child, in Free Verse More Like This
& I am hungry
for fever’s lips-
her inky fingers
a dry stomach.
My body is an ocean,
my limbs, but oars.
My tongue & teeth,
a life raft
keeping this madness
from sinking into blue.
Offering up 102 degrees
You would think
I had something to say.
Hear me howl.Tell me again, Father,Hear me howl. in Free Verse More Like This
I’m the perfect daughter-
when all I want to be
is the crescent moons
resting like strong soldiers
in the grooves of my palms.
I am but
quaking with frostbite,
numbed with rage.
A wolf's jaw:
locked, teeth tearing
into the chilled flesh
of your neck.
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?
dust.I'm chokingdust. in Free Verse More Like This
on the ink-dipped fingers
of verbs & metaphors
still lodged in this bruised,
paper crane throat;
of your words,
still kissing my ribs.
How can you judge me-
when you don't bother
to read the naked poetry
beneath the temple of my flesh?
How long can butterfly
ankles hold up a
Don't bother whispering
your secrets to nebulae,
not even the dust in my veins
will listen anymore.
Show me what the stars look like tonight.I’ve fallen in love with wars & darkness.Show me what the stars look like tonight. in Free Verse More Like This
The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
Writer ScarsI have told my secretsWriter Scars in Free Verse More Like This
through loves ink -
painted them to my skin
with watercolor defiance.
& writers, we sometimes
write about our scars
in riddles, layers upon
layers of thought, -
care for them
on the warlands
of our bodies.
we give them faces,
we give them names,
we give them gravestones.
We kill them off
in our stories,
make them villains,
make them heroes.
I have wrists that roar,
& I will be damned
if I don’t let them
tell their stories.
FeverI like pretending I mean something to the ghostsFever in Free Verse More Like This
who wreak havoc on my bones-
impaling these masochistic butterfly wings
on railroad spikes
between heartbeats and bedsheets,
I got a heart in New Orleans,
palms engraving names like
Juliet, Alexandria, & Christine
on the seats of greyhound buses.
& I'm offering up 102 degrees of skin to a godless moon
as I breathe in her night scent.
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
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
You do not whore around,You spend your nightsYou do not whore around, in Free Verse More Like This
for Apollo’s robes.
You’re as hot
as New Orleans
in mid-July, and
as her gumbo.
But, he is light-years
away and your fingers
ache with tired
a disaster in
Even if it fucking hurts,
you can still taste
his heat on your tongue.
Gods be damned,
you’re a butterfly-
( even if mounted
to a bed. )
you will find yourself
and fly away.
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
you call me an angelyou call me an angelyou call me an angel in Free Verse More Like This
in spite of the bruises left on the fronts of my knees
stains of sin left on my skin;
the knots in my back,
you liken to the wings soon to burst from my shoulders
&tell me you can feel no sadness
when looking at my face-
eyes you analyse
into paints of the colour wheel,
several shades i have yet to see;
despite its crooked nature
thinning enamel from my sickness-
you still find me amongst the heavens.
as this once,
i kissed you to shut you up.
my skin is removing itself after my clothes
in the winter,
too unlike the white night of russian summers.
i kissed you &it was wet because i was crying
&every time our lips parted
another sob stuttered its way through the gap.
you heard what words i couldn't swallow,
the ones straining to pass over my tongue
yet drowned upon existence.
you listen to me until i lose my headstrong aim
to starve back to bones,
to see the angel wings i've lost in my skin
you touch &feel are there;
lovedrunkshe looks at me, all big doe eyes and cupid-bow lips, tells me, now i'm not trying to say i'm about to kill myself, but i'm about to kill myself.lovedrunk in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the traffic light is glass. not that it's reflective, not that it's bright, but that it's so slow, a liquid, moving like a year. it's also what my blood has become with these words.
we're in my car but i'm scared. i know i'm the one behind the wheel, but i don't know what she's got in her purse. i don't know her name but i do know she's drunk. so am i. i know we shouldn't be driving but i couldn't leave such sad eyes at a bar. i guess, if i'm being entirely honest, i also couldn't leave such a beautiful body at a bar, either. especially if some guy with worse intentions than i couldn't pass her up.
talk to me, i say. i don't glance up from the road because i'm scared of what i'll see, and what i won't.
you're not my fucking therapist, she tells me. i know she's wearing red lipstick and i imagine it turns to venom with those words.
for those who want to be in loveyou want to fall in lovefor those who want to be in love in Free Verse More Like This
hard enough to break your bones and
lighten your feet
lighten your heart
so softly that the butterflies you feel
pattering with their gossamer wings
beneath the cage of your ribs
and the breath,
blue in the summer,
can kiss you and the monarchs
as sweetly as your love
and her lips.
you dream of them at night.
silken like clean bedsheets,
familiar as your favourite chair
when you curl up with
a mug of herbal tea.
you feel at home
with her body curled in yours,
only able to sleep
with her skin under your fingers
scenting the blankets
with something no perfume
could ever mirror.
you write love letters
you dream emptily
unless she is there.
you want to fall in love
the way the gods drink ambrosia,
you want to treat her
better than their nectar,
sweeter than honeybees
and their summer-sticky feet.
you want a love beyond poetry,
from winter flurries
to springtime rosebuds
to summer sweet lemonade
to autumnal red leaves u
how i am lovedhold my waist like an urn,how i am loved in Scraps More Like This
no questions asked.
wings folded like oil under the covers.
still me, love.
i don't want to move.
move me, love.
i want you still.
sand - art.
sorryoksorry in Free Verse More Like This
so i don't remember how to write
poetry because it's pretty
and that's the last thing i feel,
and i can't write stories
because they're all happening to me
though i've forgotten how to live
can't stop dying
but i can't stop breathing
just look for a second
this is what i'm dealing with-
i'm feeling too much
all the salt in the ocean;
i'm not pausing as i feel
my breath stuttering
like my heartbeat
in my chest,
so i wonder if i have
or if i just miss you
enough to put a hole in my chest,
and i wonder if i could do it myself
with a knife or if it's from
i'm so in love it hurts
but i don't think it could not hurt
because it's not like
you're close enough
to help me sew this wound shut;
all i know is i keep looking
at all these clips of poetry like newspaper,
tracking my life and giving me
all these little annotations
on the days my heart didn't feel like
sometimes i feel like a crime
would shake me up
like maybe if
there aren't enough metaphorsi palely existthere aren't enough metaphors in Free Verse More Like This
in a recumbent
full of cleopatra's majesty
and an empty stomach
i drum my head
off the backboard of my bed
and listen to the pretty sounds it makes
my aggression is worn
like ground coffee on my body,
taking it out with burning fingers
all over my frozen skin until i
become honey, bees flocking to my coat
i spill you, a cracked
china cup of black tea and cream,
over the sides
of the waterfall
my frame quakes
with every rumble
of my stomach
watch my silly bones
tremble in fear and winds,
silent rib cage dances
into stronger spotlights
to be discovered by the talent agency
attached to the ends of your wrists
raindrops writhe gutters
over my neck
and under my spine
i am so goddamn miserable
but i have always heard
makes for beautiful words
is something a mirror
always leaves in its wake.
sleep and dreamevery ebb and flowsleep and dream in Free Verse More Like This
swims like a memory,
floundering or aching
the way they do
when sleep deems itself
king of impossibility.
(these are the times
i wish you could
love me long enough
all angles and godmy head -all angles and god in Free Verse More Like This
crying a baby's hello
the bath water -
everything is all
angles and god;
you will watch as i flounder
in the murky streets
the sky is beginning
to cry again,
it comes in
shut it out,
dissociationi have entered a tunnel,dissociation in Free Verse More Like This
archways and curled walls
of the clash of unwanted bodies,
fingers in my throat
aching to summon blood,
i hear nothing.
trapped in the fence of my head,
i am thinking in scattered seeds to plot
in further regions, safer than
they can be now.
i am thinking loudly
about amorphous concepts and rhetoric,
the wavy distortions of my body,
the undulations of my skin,
the black vignette of my vision.
i am gulliver in lilliput,
enormous comparative to my surroundings;
the world is tailored to fit my body,
but nothing else.
i am dissociated,
i am a sliver of the moon
at best, i am a petal in the breeze;
at worst, i am nothing at all.
filth.my life is a dirty joke.filth. in Scraps More Like This
not the kind that makes boys want to rub their seventh-grade sweaty hands over seventh-grade silly girls' boobs, the kind that feels like mud running through heavy fingers and nothing will ever be clean.
no, it's summer and the road is tar and it is black and it is dripping through my teeth, that kind of dirty, dirty like unprotected sex with the cheapest, worn hooker found on every-street-corner. it's begging for filth. sewer-backup. oil slicks. tobacco spit. it's about as sick as a bare-handed autopsy.
basically what i mean is that i'm the guy no one wants to touch because i give off the aura of walking death, disease, and destruction. i'm oozing-wound disgusting, bloody-piss disgusting, grim-reaper disgusting in the eyes of every man/woman/child in this fucked-up little city.
really i'm just a dirty man with a dirty life. i like to pee in the water of hotel swimming pools. my biggest hope is to get drun
Have you ever felt?Have you everHave you ever felt? in Free Verse More Like This
felt caged, locked up and cant escape?
Or the feeling of no freedom
in this life that we all live in?
Have you ever
felt so lost, so confused
knowing that you lost it all?
With no where to go
and nothing to have
A feeling that cant escape
a feeling that is always there
Have you ever felt
as if people pressure you
and just make your life a nightmare?
Or the feeling that cant escape
in the souls of your life?
What about feeling of frustration
and just wanting to give it all up?
and never moving on
Have you ever felt as if your not good enough
and feel that people just dont appreciate you?
Have you ever felt ALONE
or unwanted in this world?
The feeling inside you
that cant ever escape
No matter how hard you try....
I am a monsterI am a monsterI am a monster in Free Verse More Like This
in this darken world
No one wants to be near me
as i cant control myself
I am a monster
of so many sizes
a monster on the inside
but trying to control my anger
Living in my darken life
loving all morbid things
i am a monster
and a demon from hell
No one wants to be near
this wicked monster
no one wants to be near me
as my dark side is out of control
Loving my black
loving my eyeliner
I am a monster
from the demon hell
I was born to live in!
A perfect matchAll i ever wantedA perfect match in Free Verse More Like This
was to be in love
to find someone
that truly understand me
All i ever wanted
was to find happiness in life
and for you to be a part of my heart
for us to be closer than i was with anyone else
A perfect match is what i found
cause deep down you mean everything to me
all i ever wanted was to find that perfect someone
And it is true
i have found the perfect match
someone that understands
and someone that loves me
A perfect match
is what you are to me
close to my heart
and close to my soul
My love for you
is forever and always
cause baby it is true
you ARE my perfect match
A perfect match
is what you are to me
forever and always
I promise you
You have my heart now
and i have yours
cause forever baby
i promise that i will always love you
Until the end <3
Im sorry mom and dadI cry so much nowIm sorry mom and dad in Free Verse More Like This
and dont know what i did wrong
why threaten me?
why make me feel so insecure?
I cry my heart out
thinking that i trust people more
thinking that my life will get better
but why is it getting worse?
Why did i do wrong
to make this world hate me?
why am i even still here
when i cant stand living my life?
I cry so much now
and im sorry
Im sorry for not being perfect
im sorry for everything
Will you ever forgive me?
can you understand me?
do you believe me anymore?
What did i do wrong?
Im sorry mom
Im sorry for hurting you
im sorry for not being perfect
but why am i like this?
Im sorry dad
im sorry for fighting with mom
Im sorry for causing you stress
Im sorry for everything
But do you guys understand me?
do you guys know how i feel?
do you even care?
Im sorry for everything....
Through these eyesThrough these eyesThrough these eyes in Free Verse More Like This
there is someone so innocent
someone that want people to understand
someone that want people to care
Just like a innocent child
a person left unknown to this world
a person that feels ignored
like nobody wants to help
Through these eyes
they are glassy
eyes that are about to show the true pain
someone that's about to cry her heart out
Just like a innocent child in pain
someone that just wants to be heard
and no yelled at all the time
someone that wants to be accepted
Through these eyes
they tell a different story
than the one that she lies to everyday
a story that shows her true pain
Just like someone so innocent
someone that wants the help she needs
someone that just wants to be heard
and not forgotten in this world
She just wants to show people her pain
she just want other people to understand
and know the true story
that lies behind this mask she wears
This innocent person
wants to be recognized
and want other people to listen
this innocent child wants no more pai
Why was i born?Born with disabilitiesWhy was i born? in Free Verse More Like This
born with mental illnesses
born with no true mom
and no true dad
No true brother
and no other sibiling
taken away at birth
and put into foster care
but still no true dad
thought i had a true mom
until she met someone else
All my issues
all my problems
i am left unknown
to face all my problems alone
No true family
not a true friend
in this cruel world
With problems to face
as i am now a adult
dont know where to go
and dont know how to cope
No true family
all my problems i have left
why was i even born?
When will this life end?Cut after cutWhen will this life end? in Free Verse More Like This
Tear after tear
Take this life away
As she looks into the night
Waiting for Him to answer
as she savours the pain
With the teardrops falling
Cant it all end?
Loving the pain
Feeling so unwanted
With the tears falling
When will it all end?
Cut after cut
All the scars of pain
Tear after tear
running down her face
She prays to Him
Savouring the pain
She asks herself
When will this life end?
Love poemYou're the light through my darknessLove poem in Free Verse More Like This
The smile instead of tears
Your love is in my heart
The heart that is yours to keep
You're the world around my life
and the soul shining through mine
Where my smile is real
and my heart is yours forever
A promise that i will keep
forever and always
Until the end of our lives
What is love?Is it caring for someoneWhat is love? in Free Verse More Like This
even though you dont know them much?
Or is it being supportive
over what they have gone through?
So what is love?
Is it one on one
having wonderful times together?
Or is it very romantic
and being able to cuddle and hug?
So what is love?
Is it missing someone
even though you talk to them all the time?
Or is it saying I love you
and them saying it back?
What is love these days?
Is it giving them a kiss
and being able to hold hands?
or having wonderful conversations
and asking about your day?
So what is the definition
of the word "love"?
I don't belong hereI don't belongI don't belong here in Free Verse More Like This
in this world full of hate
Cause it is not who I am
I don't deserve this torture
I don't belong
to live on earth anymore
cause this life was never meant to be
and I'm not worth the suffering in life
I don't belong
to be here to this day
I have given up
the need to belong
I don't think I'm strong enough
to hold onto this life that I live
I don't belong here
to be put through this torment in life
No matter what I try to do
It is never good enough
I don't belong here
it is not what I want in life