Fading Shades of GreyDearest reader, please think twice before you try to speakFading Shades of Grey in Free Verse More Like This
Words can be like knives that cause the victim to grow weak
Thoughts can be as bullets shooting freely through the sky
Injuring the innocent with every spoken lie
Please forget my laughter, please forget my broken heart
Please do not remember how you tore my life apart
Leave me as a memory that slowly fades to grey
Spend your days as usual, and I shall fade away
Listen to my cry for help, although it is too late
I've become the monster that you struggled to create
Trying to be perfect was a wonderful mistake…
Now I mustn't worry about which chance I will take.
Please erase all memory of who I tried to be
Please do not remember how I tried to be set free
Please do not be saddened under any circumstance …
What's makes now so different from when you still had a chance?
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine in Free Verse More Like This
No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying.
Skies of GreyShadows burn beneath my soulSkies of Grey in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Into a life you'll never know
This is what i'm forced to be
Through the world's eternity
Demon on the wall
I hear your angry call
So sink into my thought
And let me breathe again
Let me win the war and
Fight the silver swords and
I'll release the demon
I have kept within
Tell my every villain
I have found a way
I can see solutions
Skies of grey...
EscapeEmpty twisted promises within a world so deadEscape in Free Verse More Like This
Memories of heartache cradle thoughts inside my head
Wounds continue bleeding on forgotten storybooks
Listen to your nightmares and the happiness they took
Can't you see the shadows with the knives inside their hands?
Watching you as they invade your secret wonderland
Silence won't protect you from the thoughts inside your mind
Nobody can save you from the torture on rewind
I can't see the people, but they're always seeing me
Anywhere and everywhere… they never let me be
Sometimes they stand quietly behind my bedroom door
Sometimes it's the microphones they hide under the floor
Sometimes it's the cameras in the ceilings or the wall
This time it's the photo frames… they'll kill me if they fall.
Everybody tells me that it's all inside my head
All I'll ever know is that I'm better if I'm dead
Maybe it's imagination gone completely wrong
If it's just my own creations, why are they so strong?
Maybe I can fight the tears and other things I dread
Dark DisguiseFeel the broken heartbeats ripping through your troubled soulDark Disguise in Free Verse More Like This
Tearing through your very skin to take complete control
Hear the words among your tongue through voices not your own
Slicing through the air and fighting for the golden throne
Sorrowful, you disappear into the shadows thick
Blanketing yourself with thoughts so cruel, so cold, so sick
Knowing that if only you had someone to be near
Every aching memory would likely disappear
Shattered bits of moonlight shine upon the broken earth
Proving once again how much an echo may be worth
Let the damaged hearts unite and save them from the lies
Let them see that love is not always a dark disguise…
I can see itI can feel the shadows taking thoughts from deep insideI can see it in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel their poison sinking far into my mind
I can hear the little girl, so innocent, so sweet
I can taste the venom in the few things I do eat
I can hear them calling me, my name upon their tongues
I can feel them all around me, filling up my lungs
I can feel their every breath, so warm upon my skin
I can feel their vicious souls appearing from within
I can feel it, I can hear it, right in front of me
Why do you ignore it? You are not the one who sees…
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...
Canvas Is The MirrorA canvas is a mirrorCanvas Is The Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
The paint drips down with my reflection
The canvas is my mirror
But only because
The canvas is me.
The canvas is your mirror
As the brush tickles its surface
The canvas is our mirror
The canvas is a mirror
The depth of the artwork stares back into my
After all, I do not paint a canvas
Because the canvas
Her Silent SuicideSolid oceans, liquid skies, a silent suicideHer Silent Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Close your eyes and hold your breath so you'll enjoy the ride
Drink the vodka, drink the wine, and drink until you're dead
Hush the others, let them go, and love yourself instead
Bathe beneath the alcoholic's secret wonderland
Medication in your throat and whiskey in your hand
Solid oceans never beat the sand among the shore
Liquid skies melt through the wind and slowly hit the floor
Silence drowns the universe as all does fade to black..
Through a silent suicide… now there's no turning back…
ConstructDelving into the originsConstruct in Free Verse More Like This
Of what makes an individual
Who are you? Who am I?
There’s a lack of understanding,
Yet we jump to judge
And claim to know
That which we could never understand
Attempts are seldom made
To investigate the unknown
To strive to discover
Those we claim to know
From the inside out
Extract the innermost thoughts
In place there is an idealist mirage
To which our beliefs shall cling to
In desperation, or disbelief
It’s the construct of our mindset
That leads us all astray
Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulderSecond Shadow in Free Verse More Like This
The whispers in your mind
The words on your tongue
The voice in your throat
And the feelings in your soul
To drive to madness
To seduce the insane
To draw the blood
And dull the senses
To plague the memories
Of damage done
To fake safe haven
As the character changes
Light the anger and fuel the rage
Another mind to feed
A second shadow
To take you into eternity
The World Wide WebAll this information at our fingertipsThe World Wide Web in Free Verse More Like This
Yet we choose to look at cats?
Freedom to voice our every thought
A privilege left unchecked
A steaming pit of tricks and trolls
Accessories now abused
Drowning in the vanity
And self obsessed depravity
Our lives uploaded; digitalised
Essence poured upon the screen
Entitled to an opinion
Set up for a response
Like throwing a lump of meat
To a pack of wild dogs
“Ten years ago, these people would not be allowed crayons,
Let alone use of the internet”
TwitterExcuse me sir!Twitter in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t believe we’ve met,
But may I have your attention please?
I’d like to inform you
That I’m about to bombard you
With useless pieces of information
Regarding my day
What I had for breakfast!
That I brushed my teeth
That I had a shit
What I watched on TV
And so on and so forth
I can see how interested you are
So here’s a picture of my lunch!
And my breakfast
And my dinner
And my ‘cheeky McDonalds’
Look at me! I’m a celebrity
Of the world wide web
It’ll be written on my epitaph
How I changed the world
And inspired people
With my shitty retyped tumblr posts
The 54 images of my dog
What was that sir? You don’t care?
Let me inform you that
I scored 100 points on Farmville!
I feel everyone should know!
It should be headline news!
Can’t you see?
I’m the face of the human race!
Isn’t that just great?
The Dead and the DreamingA psychotic misinterpretation of realityThe Dead and the Dreaming in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Succumbing to translucent nightmares
A silent toast to the death of dreaming
That's what they always said
But we know better than this
These voices call my reason
They tell me I can't see their reality
But I can feel it's existence
There is no darkness in these blinding hallucinations
I have not a sadistic heart
Yet this stimulation they force-feed me
Can never be enough to sate the hunger inside
Swept aside as another case
Doctor said I'm like the rest
These demons in my head,
The hatred in my eyes
I must exercise this violence
Portrayed through imaginings in my mind
Before control is relinquished
And turned to black before me
Lies the eclipsing grasp of my
Hold on this dimension
Perception askew, a soul ajar
I interpret the meanings
And design my own derivations
These friends of mine in corporeal form
Plot with me the impending demise
Of those who threaten to
'Make me better'
I pray that death will grant me
Master of the abstract
And there is
World Long GoneWake upWorld Long Gone in Free Verse More Like This
The party’s over
Just when you thought the world
Couldn't fuck you over
What’s in your head
Is more than reality
Could ever dream to be
A cosy retreat
From all the lies and deceit
Of those you surround yourself with
You were too busy
With pointless dreaming
To realise that the world has left you behind
They all moved on
Carcass ChoirsDarkened halls enclose youCarcass Choirs in Free Verse More Like This
Carry you far away from here
Into the greater unknown
Towards the endless abyss
To that which we can only dream of
To the carcass call of the afterlife
To discover the truths of heaven and hell
The pain inside your chest
Defines your dying days
Perceives your weak and withered shell
Dissolves your human traits
This empty ward
This hospital bed
Is no place for life to linger
But a place only fitting for death to tread
EnigmaThe careless whispersEnigma in Free Verse More Like This
Shatter the night befouled
Screaming at the veil of silence
That coats the sickened mind
No-one can hear your tortured cries
As you beg the dark for help
Answers to be provided
Ascendance to be foretold
The voices in your head
Speak in mute voices
You are left alone
To divide and conquer
Your enigmatic strain
PsychosisCan’t seem to get away from itPsychosis in Free Verse More Like This
Only lies to guide the path ahead
Psychosis running rings
Within a translucent failing mind
The blood still running thick and red
Before your eyes, you chase the prize
Arms outstretched into the night
The surface layer burns so bright
You built your own deception
To illuminate your mind
The only success resides in isolation
You never learnt
A mindless abomination
Still deluded, still cracking at the seems
Couldn’t work out what this all means?
This is the element of failure
Built on your own perception
Of a world of your resolve
Night TerrorsMy eyes snap open. I can’t make out the ceiling above me, but I know it’s there. I look down; no duvet, I’m fully clothed. It’s the dream again. The number of times I’ve recalled the same nightmare is incalculable, every time it’s slightly longer than the last recount, almost as if it’s building up to something horrific. There’s nothing I can do except let the dream play out until I lurch screaming back into reality.Night Terrors in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As per usual, I check the clock on the bedside table to my right. It reads 3am exactly. With unusual movements I pull myself up from the bed and stand in the middle of the room, still enveloped in darkness. The door as always is slightly ajar, allowing the glow from the kitchen clock (My room is on the ground floor) to invade the darkness of my room.
Without registering the movement of my feet, I find myself pulling the door open fully and stepping out into the kitchen. Everything is unnaturally cold, like an invisible frost
Definition of a Writerwrit•erDefinition of a Writer in Free Verse More Like This
A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery
They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish
A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own
They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone around
And make this journey an unforgettable experience
Writers are masters of inspiration
And will set aside whatever may ruin the ecstasy of their writing
Which they will forever embrace
And will fight to claim the title author
In their world of words
Their stories are set free
Some are killed to b
I Am a WriterI am a writer.I Am a Writer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.
I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.
I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat
I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.
The Mind of a WriterWhat you read is what you get.The Mind of a Writer in Free Verse More Like This
Many readers cannot exceed past that.
But if you bring a magnifying glass to a writer’s brain,
You may just see what we truly see.
Within the mind of a writer,
There are not just words.
It is similar to a film,
But to us it is all too real.
Within our minds,
We have a simple sanctuary.
Either it be tiny or large,
Or just a great big desert.
Noises may be here and there,
And noises, I do not mean distractions.
These noises involve the voices of who are real,
And I mean our characters, ourselves.
What you see is just the surface.
Here take this shovel
And dig six feet deep
And penetrate the ground further
And fall into our abyss.
Words are along our walls.
Voices are a frequent sound.
Images of war of love or/and hate
Flicker about like a skipping disc.
Every shade of color is welcomed here.
From maroon to auburn,
From forest green to lime,
And from charcoal to onyx.
Everything is here.
All I can say,
When you eventually crash to the bottom
Screaming SilenceThese raging voices are within my head.Screaming Silence in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming about gushing wounds
And wars upon a meadow.
Hollering about blood upon graves
And a silver blade jabbed into a man’s jugular vein.
They’re so uncontrollable…
Highly impossible to tame…
My hand jolts across paper as I write their words.
My fingers punch keys as I write their words.
But the voices are so profound!
Literally deafening and making me drunk against reality.
They blind me from what life presents.
And relinquish their own images, as if I wear 3D glasses.
These voices retract a never ending film,
Although the ending is long gone,
But this tugging within my chest says otherwise.
Look at what these voices do to me!
They hypnotize me!
They lure me in with an irresistible bait
And switch it around like it was their first offer.
And I love them so much!
But…you will never see this side of me,
For it’s only within my head,
Vice VersaLife isn’t what everyone expected it to beVice Versa in Free Verse More Like This
It’s in a disguise to trick the blind
It’ll gobble you up or kick you down
It’s truly Death hiding behind the mask
Death is the opposite of everyone’s expectations
It’s hiding behind the mask that everyone gladly greets
It’ll embrace anyone in warm arms and tell anyone they’re worth it
It’s truly Life in a disguise
Life and Death or vice versa
Facts, or the truth, are what we don’t want to hear
They’re deafening enough as they’re spoken
They want people to suffer in their power
It’s what makes Lies so lovely
Lies are what we wish will connect to our senses
They’re so lovely to us and want us to believe in their profoundness
They keep people sane and away from the Truth
It’s what distracts us from the Truth
Lies and the Truth or vice versa
Love is truly a painful fairytale
It’s an accident waiting to happen
Behind its back it ho
A Place Where No One DiesThere was always a story, where a grave had never been dug, someone never became an elder, or an illness had never made someone sick. It was a story about a place, where no one ever died. However, the story was never spoken to us directly. We all visualized it when darkness came around.A Place Where No One Dies in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Death will never be an option.
An illness will never be castigation.
The pain and sorrow that millions have suffered
Can all be at rest and will never be clustered.
Shut those eyes, little darling,
Life awaits you, where darkness is even welcomed.
Years have passed and that loved one is gone.
Memories aren’t as clear as the crystal dawn.
But once those eyes are shut and the colors are painted,
This place will never leave you tainted.
Hush now, little darling,
There will never be another happier place to dwell in.
There they are; the loved ones that were gone.
They are so beautifully drawn
In a world where they have been waiting for years
And haven’t, yet, shed their gleeful tears.
Replenish the SoundA high pitched screeching was within my ears. Alongside it, images played of aberrant worlds I only know of. A girl raced throughout a deserted city, her feet diving into every puddle. Another girl was ignited ablaze, her eyes scarred with rage. Another singular girl, was left abandoned in a battlefield, and held ashes of a loved one within her hands that slipped between her fingers.Replenish the Sound in Short Stories More Like This
Ashes upon ashes… Dust upon dust…
She cupped her ears as I did the same. We glanced up at what laid above us, and I cringed as the voices beneath the intense screeching grew rapidly.
Help us! they screamed their faces before me in the vast, onyx sea.
But this was nearly eight years ago and now the voices are hushed, and I cannot even hear the waves crash and splash against the cliff. The wind is the same, its whistle so low that I can only distinguish it by its gentle touch. Upon it all, colors have even faded, drawing my sanctuary into a location of despair. This place, this world I
I'll Remember YouThe roses were red.I'll Remember You in Free Verse More Like This
The violets were violet.
They were all amongst the bushes,
All amongst the vines.
The knee high grass was greener.
The leaves even darker.
The bark was a murky brown.
All was healthy.
The sorrow and grief were exiled.
The anger and screams were muted.
The zephyr was a soft sound.
All was connected to peace.
There you sat amongst it all.
Chin toward the sky; your eyes closed.
Your olive skin was glossy, so healthy.
Your life hadn’t ended.
I spoke no word to you like the years before.
All the questions needed no answers.
I just wanted to see your face
And notice you never truly left.
The emptiness was filled but only temporarily,
But I feared not of it widening.
Just your appearance set me at ease,
As if it were like the years before.
I crouched beside you and lay my lips upon your head.
I could feel the warmth, the life you continued to have
And knew you were at the right place,
A place where you no longer needed to fight.
Today is the day I’ll remember y
Writing is NothingThese words aren’t what they meant before.Writing is Nothing in Free Verse More Like This
The page I had written them on still remains blank,
As if the story was never created.
The insertion point crosses the page,
Plugging in the letters that I type.
But as my eyes scan the page, the point at the bottom’s edge,
Its entirety is white.
as if the story was never created.
The words are clear within my head,
Flooding me with fluid rhyme.
It’s a velvet voice speaking to me,
Telling me of an Epic that must be written.
But my hand hovers over the page,
Trembling, struggling to write.
“This story will never be created.”
Is this what my writing has become?
The spark that ignited and revived my abilities,
Heightening my capabilities,
Has dimmed, and I’m left with a flickering light
That will die out someday.
Is today that day?
Will I be left alone in the darkness
With these words scrambling throughout my head?
Will I die before another story is finished?
Is a single word not worth
Crashing WavesIt was here that you told me of my faultsCrashing Waves in Free Verse More Like This
It was here you fell to your knees and told me you no longer wanted us
Your words have shoved me further below than you think
I’m on the edge and ready to dive off
Into the crashing waves
The love that you had shown me
Now is a fragment of a drowning emotion
I would rather inhale water than have my growing hate strangle me
It was your fault to have hypnotized me
With a world I was promised I would receive
Yet, I stand here without a single thing in my name
My name no longer belongs to me
For you have already taken it
Your words have trapped me on this edge
Before the crashing waves
I’m ready to dive off, though
And let my suicide be a lesson taught
That you don’t mess with a girl, who has a broken heart
For we are blind and need guidance
Around a world that is never kind to us
Let my open arms symbolize
The final hug I’ll ever give
Not to you, but to Death
For he has never left my side and he will continue to be here
Check The MeaningIn barely legible handwritingCheck The Meaning in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Scribbled on to the medicine bottle label
Is my name Grayson Oliver Dowd
And two letters printed in ink of bold sable
In haste I didn't check the meaning
It makes sense now that O.D. stands for Once Daily
But I took it to mean Over Dose
Oh how my rational mind once again fails me
Soon after I see the weathered words
Inscripted deeply on to the granite gravestone
Here lies Grayson Oliver Dowd
With an epiphanic epitaph ‘he died alone’
Waking from my sleep I check the meaning
I realise R.I.P. stands for Rest In Peace
And not Recovery Is Possible
So my dose of dopamine I shall decrease
In barely legible handwriting
Scribbled onto the medicine bottle label
Is my name Grayson Oliver Dowd
And two letters printed in ink of bold sable
My shaking hand struggles with the child lock
Let me flush these pills away and out of sight
Oh Dear reads the letters on the label
It appears that you
A Dark Artist's HeartNow take me down to my dark and sombre placeA Dark Artist's Heart in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So I can write woeful words such as this
But don’t leave me there to give life to my thoughts
As I’m cursed with such soft and slender wrists
And hands that are capable of mastering
The medicine bottles infant safe lock
No more than three a day the prescription says
I peel off the label and down the lot
Now take me down to my dark and sombre place
Where skies are as black as a raven’s wing
And with no potential to spread them out wide
With my meek, melancholic offerings
Just a pin prick of light in the sable sky
Like the raven’s eye within its feathers
And as it blinks moments before taking flight
I am cast into darkness forever
Now take me down to my dark and sombre place
Where each word I write feels like burning wax
Slowly dripping over my eyes, nose and lips
Till it sets into a full facial cast
Leading to paralysis of countenance
Or at least indeed the absence of one
The candelabra embellishes my plight
But this w
Forever Breathing WallsAn old, abandoned houseForever Breathing Walls in Free Verse More Like This
cries out in the middle
It is breathing terribly
through broken brick lungs,
it's heart is beating
with each step we take -
'Come a little closer...
Let me shelter your soul.'
This house it carried
many hearts, so wipe your
feet on the worn out
'welcome home' mat,
come inside, come inside,
the cherry blossom, it's only
old friend, bows to you.
Blowing off the dust,
can you hear the
once upon a time - old man
cough and wheeze
in a rocking chair in the corner?
today, he's finally faded away.
Pull open the ripped curtains,
Sunlight wants to stream through,
If you watch with eyes wide open
maybe you could see the glint
of gold in brown eyes belonging to
ghost children, who once ran
Through winding corridors
and hallways, leaving behind
of laughter and
echo of cries.
An ear against bricks,
hear the walls breathe...
Listen to all the muttering,
of conversations, and
caught in the mortar.
Blanking Out The Bad DaysI don’t like to keep blanking out the bad thoughtsBlanking Out The Bad Days in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As this means missing out on whole days
In fact weeks, months and years are passing me by
Which tells me this is not just a phase
But that’s not what my loved ones like to believe
They tell me it’s my age and will soon pass
Their turpentine optimism is misplaced
As my future begins to fade like brass
I don’t like to keep blanking out the bad days
But of late I do not have much choice
See anytime someone asks if I’m okay
A tremble can be heard in my voice
Somehow though I always keep it together
Like a jigsaw laid out on a table
But when I am alone I fall to pieces
In a box with a ‘parts missing’ label
I don’t like to keep blanking out the voices
But they question each decision I make
And lure me into troubles as if they’re a puddle
When they turn out to be a lake
That is always just one foot deeper in depth
Than my fragile frame is tall in height
And I know if I keep blanking out th
You Don't Know Your Daughter At AllJust because she is no longer in a cradleYou Don't Know Your Daughter At All in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Does not mean that your baby wont fall
And if you think that her smile means she is happy
Then you don’t know your daughter at all
On arriving home from school she runs up the stairs
And locks herself away in her room
It’s so easy to think that it’s just teenage angst
That will pass in time and be gone soon
Perhaps you assume that it is just boy trouble
A romance that will soon be forgot
Yes, maybe her problems are just a passing phase
But then again what if they are not
What if they’re deep rooted in the parental soil
That you’ve been failing to cultivate
As she grows, the leaves of her childhood are falling
And as of yet have not been replaced
Dismal days are making her deciduate
No wonder she’s feeling insecure
Her branches of self belief have become so bare
With her leaves left scattered on the floor
She patiently waits to once again see the light
Not knowing that this darkness will lift
It is your job to
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 to give them back
But some wicked actions can never be undone
And some statements I have made I cannot retract
Regardless of the depths that I sank or swam to
Whether I was responsible for what was wrong
My lugubrious mood could always be soothed
With memories of the black feathered stork’s bird song
Every page my trembling hand has ever turned
The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was goneThe Little Girl Blinked in Free Verse More Like This
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare
A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line
But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts
And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’
Though he never existed beyond her thoughts
He was as real as a chrysalis on a tree
The butterfly perhaps was her freedom
The caterpillar was her memories
But she still sees his face in the reflection
Of her brown eyes in the cracked mirror
Knowing that he is alive and well
And is always going to be with her
People never understand reality
We are just
Fads and TrendsWhatever makes them popular todayFads and Trends in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will be the death of them tomorrow
With looks like that they can say anything
And their insecure flock will follow
Run for your life, break away from the flock
Grow a back bone and do your own thing
Fear not for the adverse consequences
Living a lie brings much more suffering
What these people consider ‘scene’ today
Will of course not be seen tomorrow
Image is just a temporary façade
And yet these blind fools seem to follow
Run for your life, break away from the flock
And sing only from your own hymm sheet
Form your own ideas and opinions
Don’t recite someone else’s beliefs
Whoever you think that you are today
Is not who you will be tomorrow
Please drink a glass of self belief my friend
Your pride will be easier to swallow
Run for your life, break away from the flock
And without wishing to cause offence
For once in your life go against the grain
Be yourself, don’t follow fads and trends
Fear of LifePlease do not fear being beneath the Earth’s soilFear of Life in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For that is where the seeds of flowers grow
Be patient and life will reveal its mysteries
But only when it is ready to do so
By all means take time to search for the truth
But beware, please do not become obsessed
As we only fear what we don’t understand
And what we don’t understand is but a test
A test of faith in whatever you believe
Now stand up for yourself and you cannot fail
If life is the hammer waiting to fall
Then you must refuse to be the nail
Please do not fear being above the Earth’s soil
For that is where the flowers begin to bloom
Just open your heart as their petals do
And your life will be as sweet as their perfume
You could be the change in someone’s journey
Showing them the path from incomplete to whole
Why not give someone the gift of your love
And watch as they gently unwrap your soul
Suddenly the truth will dawn upon you
To live life without fear and you cannot fail
If life is a sailboa
Silent School DaysI am refusing to look back fondlySilent School Days in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the so-called best days and years of my life
So my memories will not deceive me
With rose tinted reminiscence and hindsight
School was nothing more than a breeding ground
For close minded and close hearted thinking
Education was drip fed like water
But was too contaminated for drinking
We were fenced in along side our ambition
And watched it fade as we were forced to learn
From teachers for whom our best interests
Did not seem to be any of their concern
Most days it felt more like a factory
Than a fertile field of free thought
Manufacturing these children’s futures
With the useless information that they taught
Truth is they were bound by bureaucracy
Their once nurturing hands tied up in red tape
And without any passion for teaching
They began to neglect and humiliate
So I’d go to the library, see spaces on shelves
This told me that there were others like me
Wanting to lose themselves between book covers
Before losing their true identity
Why I Stopped WritingHere's a little story about me,Why I Stopped Writing in Free Verse More Like This
about my skill to paint a grim little scene,
to make the mind creak,
to talk of those things which we don't like to speak.
I was a girl of sixteen and I had a dream,
to exist so broken hearted that I would know,
know to the core,
that love was as real as I thought it should have been.
I was dramatic to say the least and wrote poems spanning ages,
wrote of crashed cars and seeing those eyes again later,
FEELING that stare,
knowing that though time had passed,
he'd not actually gone anywhere.
English class came,
seemed so lame,
most days in the back with the boys,
getting out of work with the most clever ploys.
Then one day the teacher said,
we could share our writing,
with all the others,
to my in
Writer's Block Tick TockA tutorial of sorts,Writer's Block Tick Tock in Writing More Like This
a type of last resort,
in the language of quips and retorts.
An opinion if I may,
if you formerly had anything brilliant to say,
it then dried up like the well from The Grudge,
don't be too harsh on yourself,
nor too quick to judge,
don't conclude you run on empty,
that's a trip to the cemetery.
There is plenty of material to choose from,
both here and before,
just know that reality for starters,
be assured of that to your core.
There is some reason,
which is neither here nor there,
that your imagination isn't taking you anywhere.
Just step away from the console,
go live life hard for a while,
guaranteed upon arrival back
you'll step in a pile.
No Reboot, No OverrideNo Reboot, no override,No Reboot, No Override in Free Verse More Like This
nowhere to hide,
in your head you reside.
Don't take me there,
I don't want to care,
don't ponder the wake
as my pyre rising escalates,
covers the stars,
the vapors that choke all in the thick,
you've cut too close to the quick.
The impulse to lower your gaze,
wanting to begin luring the beast away
from the self mutilation that will now prevail,
anything to break apart,
but too forward now to rewind,
already encountered so much more and oh the gore,
but lack of fear is never the sickness
but fright the only weakness.
Banking on another day in feigned paradise,
but those blood caked realms
spawned renderings of a crimson spell,
differed far from, far apart from
those you had hoped were painted in your personal hells,
my what they find,
Lifeless.As blood runs blackLifeless. in Free Verse More Like This
Doors are locked
Her heart begins to crack
No more being mocked
She reaches for the pills
Fear of being caught
The silence always kills
Though she knows she was taught
Wringing the heartstrings
Her perception is altered
Bringing the hate with her
Misconception sets in
Sinking below reality
Out of consciousness
Thought pain was bottomless
Hating You.You will never be sorry enoughHating You. in Free Verse More Like This
Why should I accept that?
All that's left is nightmares
Blood should be leaking from my mind
You tortured it enough so
Why do I feel numb?
Should it be this way?
Was I really that dumb?
I really do hate you
You're the horror of my past
You're the chill that haunts the room
You are the scars upon my skin
What more damage could you cause?
Maybe you don't deserve this
But actually, I know you do.
MuteThinking of those last wordsMute in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I should just stop talking
Stay mute, barely whisper
This pain, like blades through my heart
This regret, like pins through my soul
This anger, just trying to escape
Trying to get out, but I won't let it
I'm mute, I say nothing
Why must I speak, I already lost you
The question, it screams at me everyday
Why couldn't you stay?
I just lay here mute, unconcsious
For no one to find me
If I wait long enough...Angry, UpsetIf I wait long enough... in Free Verse More Like This
I could be cutting right now,
The weather would still be the same,
But the sky would be bleeding scarlet instead of rain
The birds would be screaming instead of singing
The sun would set and the thunder would crack
But maybe if I stay out here long enough,
This storm will fade to light...
Will Anyone Hear Me?Can you hear my cries?Will Anyone Hear Me? in Free Verse More Like This
In the dead of night?
I am screaming inside
But nobody is listening
They're all too busy
Dreaming about their perfect lives
But I just cry in pain
When will it ever end?
Tell me please
Does anyone hear me?
Will anyone hear me?
Two versions of LoveYou tell me that loveTwo versions of Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just doesn't exist
Just a lie that's spoken
While your heart is in bits.
You tell me that Love
Is all but hidden misery
Only the strong are happy
But even they fall prey to it.
You tell me that Love
is just a made up word
made up by the script
But the real thing is unheard.
You Cry to me that love
is the source of your tears
And has only brought you misery
Through out all your years.
But let me tell you that love
Truly does exist
Its there every time your here
When together we sit.
Let me tell you that love
Hides all the misery
it shields the weak from the pain
Lets them live in harmony.
Let me tell you that love
Is more than just a word
its a feeling in your heart
Ignited by three words.
Now i plead to you that love
Will cure you of your tears
So take my hand and i promise
I'll show you how Love feels.
Who are we?Who are we,Who are we? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to be considered below your feet?
Who are we,
To be chained away and beat?
Who are we,
To be Taken from our families?
Who are we,
To be pushed inches from insanity?
We are human beings!
Our Skin black but we bleed red.
We should be building bridges between us,
But we burn them instead...
Our wise tell us to accept it,
As they shiver with fear...
But who are we to do nothing,
As death horridly draws near?
Send me awaySend me awaySend me away in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To a place not tracked my miles
I know you don't want me to stay
So maybe now you can finally smile
Send me away
Like everyone else has before you
I'll find a new place to lay
For what else is a broken man to do
Send me away
Yet again I will play as the fool
Tear up my heart just to play
Then toss me like a useless tool
Send me away
What more can you want from me
Your leaving my heart to decay
So just let go and leave me be
Send me away
Away so I can go back to being alone
Go back to being cast astray
And go back to a world without a home.
Caring is Saving.I won't be here foreverCaring is Saving. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with that being said
Are you happy with the last words you said to me?
Or the time between talks
the distance in our walks
How would you feel if you never got to see me again?
Death can happen to anyone
It can happen at anytime
Do you comprehend what i'm trying to get you to see?
You can make excuses if you want
put me lower on your priorities
You can even ignore me when im alone and in need of a friend
But when its my time
And I've walked too far
I hope your conscience will one day find peace
Because you'll feel the guilt
of abandoning a friend
And watched from afar as I crawled slowly to my end
The recipe for a relationshipThe recipe for building a loving relationship:The recipe for a relationship in Free Verse More Like This
Prep. 1 month Bake: years Makes: 2 serving
2 cups love
1/2 tsp. listening
1 cup acceptance
1/4 tbsp. support
1 tsp. romance
3 cups of understanding
1/2 cup honesty
1/4 tsp. affection
3/4 tbsp. loyalty
1. Stir all these ingredients together except the phrase "I love you". Leave that out for 3 month or whenever it feels right.
2. Bake for years and don't ever let it cool down.
3. Never add cheating or abuse to the mix or else the recipe will fall apart. If done correctly results should end in marriage and children.