The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a god
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.
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive ten
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 a
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 ther
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label in Free Verse More Like This
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
So maybe I am a label.
I’m just me.
Attention Seeker"Attention seeker."Attention Seeker in Free Verse More Like This
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.
The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?
AsylumWho are you?Asylum in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you?
What... are you?
The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Who are you?
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.
Where are you?
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.
What are you?
Blood, scars, wounds.
All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...
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
Once Upon a NightmareOnce upon a mysteryOnce Upon a Nightmare in Free Verse More Like This
Once upon a crime
Once upon a lullaby
Once upon a rhyme
Once upon a thunderstorm
Once upon a lie
Because every nightmare tends to start
With once upon a time.
Poor Man's GoldHush the youngest children, for the demon in the skiesPoor Man's Gold in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise
Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust
Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air
Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care
Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...
Front page...Liquid chains cling to my anklesFront page... in Free Verse More Like This
Feathers of a bird tickle my nose.
Haunted by the voices in this cold dark cell
Longing for the scent of a light pink rose.
Ocean waves beat upon a sandy shore
A sea of hatred and rage.
Dragonflies swim through air so light
But this stuff never gets to the front page.
Tiger EyesHidden between a ribcageTiger Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
not fit for company, or
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
[ I never wanted you more. ]
Poets do it betterPaper thin wordsPoets do it better in Free Verse More Like This
hang off the tongue
of an angst ridden poet
who writes his verses
on used napkins
in hopes that one day
his words will get him
in your bed.
Poetry turned angry,
teeth and cold fingertips
between the sheets.
His words make you
moan false religions
as you lay vulnerable
to the strokes of his pen.
Scorpions and Love LettersI never longed to hear him call meScorpions and Love Letters in Free Verse More Like This
'Dear Heart' as if he wrote love letters
to his own, bloody mass of an organ
that beat up a rhythm between my
bruised yet sturdy, castle ribs.
itching between the stitching
of a patchwork Frankenstein.
As I will never give it up to the poet
with the sloppy tongue-
ugly verses dripping from his lips
like a love sick plague
leaving me hollow;
a soulless shell seeking escape.
I'll never love him.
This Scorpio heart is mine.
Covered in barbed wire,
It stings and it cries
but it rips and it tears
and it bites
NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulaeNecromancy in Free Verse More Like This
in the rough of my gutter bones,
some stargazing sanctuary
for lonely outcasts to lay their heads.
I am but a car crash,
& red inked corrections
on crosshatched skin.
Made up of moans,
the clutching of bedsheets;
I am contemplating
ripping my ribs apart
I never had a heart at all.
But my moon shy love;
she is determined
to try & wake the dead.
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
Cemetery CatsThe wolves were out that nightCemetery Cats in Free Verse More Like This
and all of the hook laden quips
that we concocted
fell upon lips
like a hummingbird's whisper.
Then, they ignited into flames
like burning stars.
That should have been us:
beautiful ash, supernova romance
with tongue and fingers soaked in ink.
We always did find the taste of Heaven
stale, like coffee three days old.
And with that taste still lingering,
you were a walking oxymoron.
A sinner come to save
these easily swayed, glass bones
from smashing into oblivion.
I longed to taste that wild,
untamed energy beneath your skin.
Devour that dragons heart,
and tattoo love along the bruises
Stitched LipsHer lips, soft like old paperStitched Lips in Free Verse More Like This
tastes of stardust and ink.
I'd kiss her a thousand times over,
just to savour the poetry resting
on her wasp tongue
but, I'm kissing ghosts
with empty eyes, void, naked,
and vulnerable like sleeping
gargoyles in the mid-day sun.
[ I'll love her quietly, close-mouthed
in the arms of stone angels. ]
NaPoWriMo: Day 6It’s hard enough to love her skin on good days,NaPoWriMo: Day 6 in Free Verse More Like This
feeding encouragement to wide eyed strangers
as if to fill the emptiness in her own gut;
she lives on a diet of sad stories &
you must shed your own skin
to save it.]
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.
NecromancyShe replaces her wristsNecromancy in Free Verse More Like This
with the sharp thorns
of roses and slurred
as she speaks
in an old tongued
language that whispers
She collects stars
on her knuckles,
& her dust eyes
are sad moon nebulas
starved for love.
But, the kisses
she sinks into the curve
of her lover's ribcage
by night, warm that
WordsWords float on a thin lineWords in Free Verse More Like This
Some scurry through
My cloudy mind
Never to be caught only
Leaving their essence behind
Give me writings to where
People can sometimes find
What I mean
No matter what I do
I can never seem to convey
The emotion of my poem to
A person despite who they are
I even doubt you
Will get just what I mean
When I finish a poem I rue
Make the stupid poem
My own words
Are twisting and forming
Into a poem I didn't make
Sometimes I feel like crying
The frustration is so great
I keep writing
Otherwise I'll always
Be just scribbling
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
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
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
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
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
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 to my cries
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
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
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
I'm just not loud enough
Different For a ReasonEver since I was young,Different For a Reason in Free Verse More Like This
I was the one,
At the back of the class
Different from the general mass
When I was bashed beyond repair
I never gave into despair
I told myself it'd be just fine
That I was special, not like those awful swine
I told myself I didn't care
What they said about me, but it wasn't fair
When their words still cut through me
Using my fists didn't help really
Little did I know
The people who ruined my childhood
Didn't have a decent future
Though now times still get rough
I am tough
Enough to survive
Not like the others who lived on other's pain
The thing that is insane
There are people who'll
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
Heart Falsifies AcknowledgementAdmit; brainless, our hearts acknowledge nothing.Heart Falsifies Acknowledgement in Philosophical More Like This
Silence's FearSound, sound, soundSilence's Fear in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the drums in my ears, music!
Play them so what's in me hears
And all that's silenced in me fears
Ambiances and voices I want around
Whenever I am devoid or muse sick.
Be with me when what's mine is no more mine
Til' Death gives birth to maggots invoked to fly
When I'm a rotting host of all I knew in a snooze,
And the soot slurps the blood, smooth red wine.
Blood is memory, so long it moves Man's sinews
And sound on ears receive, music will never die!
The Ultimate MistakeEvil’s ultimate mistake depends on a guess God’s punishments are fantasies and thus will never be suffered for plotting, rehearsing, and actuating caustic prophecies and revelations — except nature’s daily moods — even if it means adorning seemingly pious idols with hidden-in-sight, exotic figures and symbols to do their duties and cunning, intently frightening a world into doing what evil knows society’s majority will do, or else endure the consequences and sacrifices in a harrowing list borrowed from God.The Ultimate Mistake in Philosophical More Like This
It is an impeccable system fulfilled by transgressors, warmongers and whoremongers for the impe
The Pyramid's EyeAssumptionist cease; I'm not involved!The Pyramid's Eye in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your society's hush-hushed presence
Dismisses the findings I have solved
(Said theory,) or truth should I be slain;
Exposure worries your loyal peasants.
Five points marry the all-seeing above
Falsifying this perfect megalith of love,
Home it seems to the seemingly devout;
And whosoever involved accords so well,
"Goodbye old world; Eye see the new!"
Wronged 'oh noers' fall on their way out
Like sinners flaking at the face in Hell,
Their fretful, pressed lips no more eschew
Doubted truths emanating into reality:
Could-be-fantasies invented or in evil
Inspires madness The Ill conceive ill.
If ever a censu
Love DisposalI forgot her name by dismantling that beautiful face,Love Disposal in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cripple her sleek legs to forget how she would walk,
Choke her 'til wordless to forget how she would talk,
And now I purge her sensuous frame in a furnace case.
Then there are times I like to think myself an Illusion Slayer
Jumping in her dreams where, just over her wishful palace,
There lies the desire for some other and a hanging phallus;
Descending from the heavens here I come to strike it down!
She is a chainless anchor I casted to an endless salty sea
Where her steel nerves will tingle and powder to rust
With those thoughts and things of me from in her bust,
And I so kind pour in a
Her Smiling Eyes Took FlightHer cheeks bend the corners in her eyesHer Smiling Eyes Took Flight in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into eagle wings when she would smile,
Thinks twice of me then flies my way,
Warmly perched on my desires awhile,
But her footsteps have now been lifted;
She had been headshot, the man bolted,
And her mortal form just then, exalted.
When Wearing Our Half-in-the-Bag FacesSomewhere (despite some unfortunate)When Wearing Our Half-in-the-Bag Faces in Free Verse More Like This
we are all looked at; someone wants us;
too far from home; they cannot have us;
chance(s) left behind, then we are taken
by another, O' joy! got old, want change.
Now look at us; that is not an option!
Years into tomorrow's future yesterday
we are too worn and gray wearing baggy
Halloween faces with no treats to offer
anymore, and no one wants us, not ever,
in every attractive passing but sometimes,
"Hello, how are you?" may come along
to give false hope someone, anyone cares.
After a while it then becomes passé, passé,
for we know so damn well, looking back,
"Yep, another day of not happeni
Imagination Is Not ImaginationAll things we create or write are not from imaginationImagination Is Not Imagination in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When our eyes become hands whose sly Hermes fist
Steals and twists reality on Nature's lands, when taken,
Arms us with thoughts, ambiances, scents and sounds;
And you can deny, argue this or seriously get pissed,
But these words burnt their image in nation to nation
By no man, demon or the foulest beast can be shaken.
Wave Of WordsWave Of WordsWave Of Words in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A wave of words are gonna come flying through the air
Because these thoughts are flooding my mind, rapidly
And once you finally read it, you’ll be able to do nothing but stare,
These words are dangerous and can kill like a tsunami
But I’ll try and keep this tame so as to not overload the brain
Just know that this mind is being overdriven, overloaded and overburdened
So now I write this to make sure I don’t somehow explode from the pain
And to make sure I relax and rid myself of this unnecessary stress that’s undeserved
These words can pierce more than the skin to make one bleed
But it can hit the soul and water a dark soul’s eyes
And once that happens, you can do nothing but take heed
Reevaluate your situation and how you live your life
So once you realize I’m capable of true repellency,
I’ll continue to write with an underlying purpose, not-so-secretly hoping you realize that I'm a powerful mind
Anniversary Of The EndAnniversary Of The EndAnniversary Of The End in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My mind is my greatest strength,
And my greatest weakness,
‘Cause the two hemispheres are never on the same wavelength,
And this leads to my constant state of restlessness,
I really do try to sit back and chill,
But I can’t dismiss this sense of discontentment I feel,
“I talked to you all the time,
But sometimes, I just found you annoying,”
But……how is the fault mine?
I never forced you to speak to me,
Confused and hurt, I go to my dad to see if he can shed some light,
“Dad, I don’t understand, why is she acting this way???”
Tears in my eyes as I near my point of breaking,
“I don’t know Rick’, but I’d say misery loves company and she wants you at her place,”
“But that’s not right!!! Why doesn’t she want happiness for me??”
“I told you, misery loves company and that’s all I really can say.”
“But dad, there’s gott
Again and Again and AgainAgain and Again and AgainAgain and Again and Again in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It’s a cycle of feeling defeated and it’s sickening
But I hold out hope ‘cause that’s just how I am,
However when history repeats itself, it continues to bring me down, slowly
And I’m tired of this feeling; I’m tired of feeling so frickin’ sad,
And that’s the simplest way I could put it, I feel stuck
And I don’t know if this is the best or worst part,
Is that there’s no one to blame, it’s no one’s fault so I guess we attribute it to bad luck
But……..I’m tired and I don’t know what to do ‘cept confide in this art,
Again and again and again these emotions return when I least expect it
And I don’t know why, and that’s what frustrates me the most,
I see other kids with their friends and I hate when I begin to feel jealous,
‘Cause it makes me feel immature, and I guess that just goes to show
That you can have all that you wan
I Feel LikeI Feel LikeI Feel Like in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I feel like a contradiction of mass proportions,
My mind’s telling me all the right things,
But my emotions aren’t following my brain’s directions
I feel like I’m falling and I’m waiting for someone to grab my hand
And not because I need it, because they want to help me out of this hole of desolation,
I know, it doesn’t make sense but that’s how I feel,
I know I need to buck up and get up on my own, but I feel I’m stuck with limitations,
And that I’ll have to settle for whatever folks will give me,
My mind tells me I’ll be able to get up and fight this depression,
But my heart says “You ain’t got it, give up”
My mind says I’ll be able to fight this invisible oppression,
My heart weighs me down and says “sit down”
My mind says my friends are helping me as best they can in the conditions
But my heart says “they have their own problems and you
Driven NeedDriven NeedDriven Need in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Rough dirt and soft grass under fingers
Cocooned in warmth soaked through a jacket
Light breeze drifting, whistling through leaves, against skin
Mind recounting the most careful touches,
And rejoicefully passionate swims.
The cheeky grin of a small child,
Eyes of the broken hearted,
Weary feet of a man that’s walked 40 miles,
The uncertainty of trying to get a relationship started,
A young girl’s soul that has been tainted and defiled
Strength arising from breakups
Betrayal screaming through paper
Sobs arouse hands to clench
Grasping for pencil, paper, anything
Emotions, thoughts, scenes need out.
A jaded man’s battle with alcoholism,
To a young woman who’s full of suspicions,
To parents who have lost their children to endless torment,
All the way to suicide, robbery, murder, and bouts of depression
This is what we need to get out,
The tools of our production seem like pencil, paper
But the true tools of our trade
What's Wrong?What’s Wrong?What's Wrong? in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I walk downstairs feeling apathetic,
Neutral and plainly indifferent,
My features void of any kind of emotion,
But my mother asks, “What’s wrong?”
My sister quizzes, “Why ya’ looking so long?”
My dad demands, “Ya’ better smile, son!”
I shrug and say, “Nothin’ wrong, just feelin’…..
.....Nothing really, I didn’t know that was a problem,”
My mom looks at me with incredulous features,
And says in annoyed tone of voice, “Look here,”
“I don’t want you lookin’ like that, so I wanna know,”
“What’s goin’ on up there?”
I yawn and say, “Ma, there’s nothing wrong. Honestly,”
“I’m just okay. Can’t I simply be content?”
She retorts, “But I don’t know what’s wrong with you,”
“Usually you’re poppin’ off at the mouth. Constantly t
A Godly BeingA Godly BeingA Godly Being in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A Godly, celestial being
Laying above the heavens
Between the sky; between infinite space and time
Watching over you with the all-seeing eye
You don’t know He sees your every move,
But He does, and He sees when you use evil and sinful tactics
To hurt, cheat, and deceit; to hate and manipulate
But you don’t understand His power, your fate
If you try to stray you fall off your path, the narrow and straight
Who knows what you‘ve altered through your actions
You and I don’t, but I guarantee you He does
‘Cause every deed has a positive and negative reaction
It could lead to happiness and elation
Or depression and dissatisfaction
If it’s down the right path I promise you the results will follow
But if you stray from the narrow and straight,
Your true fate won’t be able to keep up with you
If the broad road takes you left, then right, then another right
How can your destiny keep up with your random and sudden moves?
Don't Break MineDon’t Break MineDon't Break Mine in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Here, I’m cutting another hole in my chest;
I take what’s left of my heart out of my thoracic cavity
And I pray that you won’t break the rest of what’s left
I’ve had plenty of people betray me,
My sire, my brother, and my ex-friends
Please…….just don’t break what’s left of my H.E.A.R.T.
And the funny thing about this entire situation is that I hate taking risks
But with my heart, for whatever reason, I leave it out in the open and on my sleeve
And I guess I just like seeing what people will do with it
It’s interesting to feel, hear and see
Some people will press and press till it cracks just a little bit
Others just like watching it pump and maybe see if they can make it bleed
Some just take a glance then get to steppin’,
Others analyze it and make little, oddball comments about it and never stay
But at least these people don’t use or abuse it
They take it for what it i
Onyx DreamsOnyx DreamsOnyx Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
Fluctuations of sound waves vibrate the floor,
While the lights of my room glow brilliantly,
But as time winds down and my energy starts its decline,
My vision gets blurry and listening becomes hearing,
And hearing becomes simple background noise,
While Palaceer Lazaro’s words become filmy intonations
Yet, still creating a motion picture full of abstract images,
In my mind full of words and phrases that do nothing but stay stagnant,
And Slumber begins to wrap her warm hands around my head,
As she sweetly begins to pull me into black depths of rest,
A state of unconsciousness that will take me on a journey,
Through the grey abyss we call the center of our nervous system,
And once I fall into the pit of nothingness, the pit of onyx, for those few hours,
I will transform into an atramentous being with aphotic wings,
Because “black is free……..”
SuspicionsSuspicionsSuspicions in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My eyes connect with yours and my heart skips a beat
You smile at me gently; then I envelop you in a loving embrace
Even with hundreds of people around, you’re the only one I truly see
And I thank whatever God is up there that we have intertwined fates
You’ve seemed so distant lately, now that you’re in my sight again, it’s a great relief
But even as we walk from the train station together, you still seem out of place,
And out of sorts, as if something’s on your mind
So I ask you what’s the matter and you simply say nothing,
Worried but not wanting to pressure you, I drop the matter and leave it by the wayside,
And as we reach our home together, you seemed to be in a rush as you shuffle inside quickly
Confused and thinking about the way you acted earlier, I ask you again if you’re alright
This time you acknowledge my question, but then decide to ignore me
I don’t understand; if something’s the matter you would let
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
To my male halfYou’re the Ash to my Pikachu,To my male half in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the lenses to my frames.
Whenever the world’s gone mad,
your laugh takes away the pain.
Nerds must stick together,
like paper and glue.
I must have had good karma,
since I chanced upon finding you.
Through all the inside jokes,
and those awkward looks we get,
I’m fairly certain people think we’re crazy;
we’d be better off staying silent, I bet.
But where’s the fun in that?
Eccentric is simply what we’re meant to be!
These fools clearly cannot understand
how entertaining it is to be you and me.
So here’s to you, my dear friend;
my fellow forever Pokémon Tr
Briar Roseher soul is a roseBriar Rose in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
scarlet and full of sharp thorns
can she trim the barbs?
AimlessSpring forgot how to begin anew,Aimless in Free Verse More Like This
so Winter stole her amnesic heart and tossed it to the wolves.
"Devour me," the stars seemed to beg;
so Gravity plunged them into the ocean's nebulous depths.
These lips no longer offer hymns up to fallen gods—
so Fate sacrificed herself for the chance to be reborn.
Perennial BloomsI want orchid fingers,Perennial Blooms in Free Verse More Like This
gossamer & shy.
But my reflection,
she charms vipers
with bloody thorns.
Too many corroded anemones
have taken root in my soul.
My rose-tipped lips
will shatter the mirror,
& her poisonous seeds will
incinerate inside my now
catch me if you cani'd like to smear ashescatch me if you can in Free Verse More Like This
over bloody heathen lips
and twist burnt corsages
around the maypole.
this rotten witch's heart
would love to curse you all.
disease has never looked so
lovely, i do declare, crawling
up your blistering limbs.
in case you are not aware—
love kills slowly, but revenge tastes so sweet,
so i'll just tip-toe off of this cliff
and embrace the beast awaiting for me below.
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending in Free Verse More Like This
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
AquariusShe is the winter's heartAquarius in Free Verse More Like This
and a January zephyr—
amethyst ankles frozen in time.
(eleven stars circulate her glacial ribs)
Forever shin-deep in the seas of
a conformed humanity,
she shall always sanctify the stains.
They say beauty is only skin deep,so hand over that defected scalpel in your bloodless handsThey say beauty is only skin deep, in Free Verse More Like This
and watch carefully as I peel away this tainted skin
to make way for my blackened and corrupted
And everyone can finally see
the grotesque monster that lies deep within
this soiled excuse they seem to enjoy calling
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
then why is it that I can't stand
gazing upon my reflection
every time I pass by a mirror?
lowercasei carve insignificant poetry into my tonguelowercase in Free Verse More Like This
and hope the world will pardon the lack of
bated silence, for i write in nothing but
despondent screams and uppercase;
i've forgotten how to let everything go
and i'm tired of my incessant howling,
because it seems to me that the quiet
words are the ones that are the most
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
UxoricideI find myself stood above my sleeping beautyUxoricide in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her perfume fragranced pillow clenched in my hand
I’m counting each of her breaths down from ten to one
Then I’ll smother my silked skinned lover as planned
It’s for the best this way as no blood shall be shed
Just that of my erratically beating heart
My feelings I dismiss, I plant a farewell kiss
Upon her furrowed forehead as she departs
Oh my darling, why did you weave this web of lies
And why did you bring in to question my trust
Catapulting us from the innocence of love
In to such unbearable levels of lust
How on earth do I maintain this downward pressure
On your winsome face
Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my lifeOnly When I Write in Free Verse More Like This
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write
Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write
You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a t
Learn To Be StrongThis is normally the time when the tears comeLearn To Be Strong in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the words hurt and the bruises sting
But little did they know you have grown inside
Now you are immune to their bullying
The chances are that they may have suffered too
But this is no reason to be so vile
Now you’re twelve angry men finding them guilty
Of stealing your taut, tremulous smile
This is normally the time when you tremble
Huddle yourself up into a ball
But the only spherical shape they’ll be seeing
Is the flail as it maims and appals
The chances are that you will shatter their skull
And with that become as bad as them
Where were their morals when you were the victim?
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
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
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
Letters LiveThe middle three letters of the word “Earth”Letters Live in Free Verse More Like This
Spell out the word “art”
This is fitting because when I create
The beauty of the world is where I start
The middle three letters of the word “believe”
Spell out the word “lie”
This is fitting because for all those who accede
There are an equal amount who deny
The middle three letters of the word “lonely”
Spell out the word “one”
This is fitting because I have felt isolated
Ever since you have been gone
The middle two letters of the word “life”
Spell out the word “if”
This is fitting because only when
Can't Find JoyI stole the smiles from both of my parent’s facesCan't Find Joy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The very same one I was responsible for
On the day I was delivered into their arms
In a cloth, from the beak of a black feathered stork
From the very first day with my very first breath
Though I was not able to speak a single word
It was evident as the nurses bowed their heads
That this boy with the dilated pupils was cursed
Everything I’ve ever grown to love and desire
In one way or another I have now destroyed
Yet still I have the temerity to question
Why it is that I can never seem to find joy
I stole the smiles from both of my parent’s faces
I would do anything at all
Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showersHomosexuality Bites in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a towel loosely wrapped around my waist
Scalding hot water was blistering my skin
As I bled from an unspeakable place
A hard-handed teacher dragged me to my feet
With little or no sign of sympathy
For the bruising to my feeble framed ribcage
And the fractures to my identity
I think they all thought that I had it coming
As no one was willing to testify
That the sodomy inflicted upon me
Was something to which I hadn’t complied
Boisterous boys laughing in the corridors
As I shamefully limped throughout the day
Not a thought for the pain that was inflicted
Just worried for what my pa
Target WeightI am afraid because I knowTarget Weight in Free Verse More Like This
That I will never arrive
At a point where I am nourished
And emotionally satisfied
So to regulate my mood
I consume levels that disgrace
They suppose that this is greed
That assumption is misplaced
I’m addicted to the feeling
The short term stimulation
But that only makes me more prone
To those feelings of deflation
And stomach cramps and pains
Loose skin hanging from my bones
Eyes sinking into my skull
And those deathly grey skin tones
Will I ever fill the hole
Silence those voices for a while
I prepare my gut for sorrow
While I am spoon fed on denial
But life’s too much to digest
An acid reflux ep
Breaking Them InSpasmodic heart,Breaking Them In in Free Verse More Like This
Tumbleweeds through my chest,
Bang bang bangs against my ribs;
it demolishes me.
Palms on plastic,
Losing control again, Tell myself I
can can can keep getting through this.
It won't devour me.
Tears from the bridge,
Overexposed my pneumonic heart to
hope hope hoping that I could.
So afraid that I'd fail.
I refused to settle in ash.
No no no, I wouldn't endure another
year lost in the dark.
I gathered my tail,
brushed off maggot-sodden feathers
So so so frightened to fall
I barked, I bucked - and I flew.
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
with a whisperthis is how we rule the world,with a whisper in Free Verse More Like This
the forgotten, lobotom-ised,
of a long lost dystopast.
not with a SHOUT,
we do not argue.
we do not even unsheath
we whisper in your children's ears
the memories of what should have been.
the life we all crave.
the death we all crave.
WE do not discriminate
our opinions onto others
pressing the side of the blade
down onto the fles
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.
Flora at the PassHear me read itFlora at the Pass in Free Verse More Like This
I will never write of the cherry tree,
or think again on its impermanent beauty;
its delicate and breakable bones
or the pale flush of it's cheeks. I will not.
I will never again be pleased
to see its arms outstretched to embrace.
I won't call it my favourite,
or dream of it's presence at the momentous;
but at my wedding, there will be spring-bloom.
In my bouquet, my hair, my heart.
Enthralled in every quiet bud
of every quiet moment, cherries will be.
At my funeral, similarly,
entwined through my white coffin,
there will be the soft reflection
of its frostbitten petals. Even then.
For no matter what I am, or w
The Bone CollectorSometimes my breath catches in my throatThe Bone Collector in Free Verse More Like This
and the very stillness of an earth going
a thousand and three miles per hour
gets lodged there.
Sometimes these simple exchanges
leave me breathless, croaking on dust:
the unfiltered pigments of other people's skin
and blood and ash
but with my tarred lungs and itchy eyes
I sit and sift through charcoaled remains,
alphabetising them from c to c. I am lost
in a world charred brazen.
Many things I have loved have turned to ash.
Many people. I was naive enough to think
that there was some perfect nutritional truth
that could outlast hell-fire.
I claw through a world turned ashen
and know those dead
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.
Stitches, To Be - Draft OneStitches, To BeStitches, To Be - Draft One in Free Verse More Like This
I won't need to ask the question,
You've heard it before,
In my mangled trivarications of the truth.
I've told you all that I am,
and feared that some of it is true.
I read the news today, oh boy -
I absorbed the worries of my society
I am too tired to think and worry,
and write it all down for translation,
To write it all down for prevarication.
The truth is, it still hurts.
Just, over there -
Somewhere over the rainbow.
I miss you.
Again, - Draft OneThey call me Stitches,Again, - Draft One in Free Verse More Like This
Because of my Frankenstein heart.
A rag-doll heart.
A broken down, beaten up heart.
They call me Stitches,
Because of my shattered wrists
And the lines of remorse
And my warped memories and mind.
They call me Stitches,
But it still surprise them time and time again,
When I come apart
At the seams.
KrystalOh, KrystalKrystal in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes would light up the world
The things you'd do
The people you'd meet
They'd smile for your every heartbeat
I'm not going to describe your appearance
'Cause I know you'd be beautiful no matter what
Your smile would bring joy to my heart
And your kind heart would bring so much joy
Not just to me
But to every living thing
I'd hold you tight when you have nightmares
And stroke your hair until you sleep
I'd listen to your soft breath
And sing to you your favourite lullabies
I'd love you with every fibre of my being
I'd teach you to play beautiful music
And bring compassion to the earth
I'd teach y
EmilieEmilie sits upon the shelfEmilie in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A pretty doll in a shop
She sits and waits for her time to come
Until her loneliness stops
She waits and waits, full of false hope
That someone will come take her home
But when all the other dolls have been bought
She wonders why she's still alone
She spends her time thinking about
Her imaginary faults
Assuming that she's ugly because
Why else has she not been sold?
And to this day, she's wanted to say
Why am I the only doll that's still here?
She's fed up of loneliness, fed up of waiting
For something she once had that disappeared
Emilie sits upon the shelf
A pretty doll in a shop
She sits and wai
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
UnknownI'd listen to radio signalsUnknown in Free Verse More Like This
But all I'd hear is chlorine bleached static
That leaves a the bitter taste of Advil in my thoughts
Drugged up in an anaesthetic haze of morphine induced comatose
I'd clench my teeth to stop the florescent vowels
From escaping my insomniac lips
I've chewed them shut and pasted book spines on my ribcage
In an attempt to be something organic and interesting
Because the plain Jane exterior I've laced between my iris's
Is becoming a contradiction of what little sanity I possess
Joey had a smoke and burned the moon downOne night on a long road trip to NebraskaJoey had a smoke and burned the moon down in Free Verse More Like This
The skies opened up and bled onto my pupils
And I the taste of gin burned my throat
As my star strewn spine strained against
The static of the radio blasting from your car stereo
We chased god
Only to find kerosene angels
And glow flies hanging from tree tops
The Bambi syndrome(Dis)regarding logic and sensibilityThe Bambi syndrome in Free Verse More Like This
I like to sit on railway tracks, feeling the vibrations beneath my finger tips
Just beneath the blood vessels and haemoglobin
The whirring of the air being sucked out from my lungs
Chicken is not a game for the faint hearted
She called me reckless, and that scared her
Because I craved the adrenaline to flush out the morphine
I balance on bridges, always teetering
Cheshire cat grins as we run across highways
Darting blurring hues of monochrome grey and black cars
In the dark, only headlights visible
Deer in the headlight
Then we ran to abandoned warehouses
Smashed windows and ate shards of glass
Insert creative title here.sometimes I hate the ideaInsert creative title here. in Free Verse More Like This
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
MonologueSpinal fluid seems to be seeping between the cracksMonologue in Free Verse More Like This
Of the dark hardwood floors beneath me
As if all the cartilage from my being
Has been used to paste together an arthropod heart
I’ve white washed my pupils and folded them
Into hazy envelopes and sent them off to strangers
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 ..