SilencedLock the Heart,Silenced in Free Verse More Like This
In a Box,
Box of Steel,
Where no emotions can Leave.
Let the soul Live.
Live without Feelings,
Live life without Emotions.
Become the walking Dead.
No one can hurt you Now,
For the heart is Silenced,
Silenced from causing Pain.
Now nothing can hurt You.
Loves Existence??Is it worth It?Loves Existence?? in Free Verse More Like This
Love, I Mean.
Trying to search for the One,
Who can make you Feel,
Feel like nothing else matters but them.
The one person who knows you like no Other,
And excepts you for who you are.
The one who you can always Trust.
Does this person really Exist?
That is a question, Always a Struggle.
To find that person who you can Snuggle,
And just lay with them Forever.
WhyIs it wrong to Feel,Why in Free Verse More Like This
That your heart won't Heal?
That your alone in this World,
With no place to truly call Home.
These feelings drag be Down.
Make me feel Depressed.
Will these feelings Pass?
Will I ever get over This?
Why do I feel this Way?
Must I always feel Sad,
Or can I feel Happy.
Messed Up??I feel messed Up,Messed Up?? in Free Verse More Like This
Emotions overflowing from a Cup,
A cup corroding Within,
No longer can I keep it Hidden,
The emotions Within.
Always depressing Me,
To the brink of Despair.
Am I messed up?
Cause I feel It.
Feel so Alone,
And screwed Up.
Worth It??Looking Ahead,Worth It?? in Free Verse More Like This
To better Times.
Is it worth It?
Are they Coming?
Times have been Hard.
Death and Loneliness showing its' Face,
Pulling me into Space,
Into a deep Sadness.
All I want is for Someone,
Someone to pull me back to Earth.
To share and comfort Me.
To know the True Me.
True Friends HelpLoneliness has faded a Bit,True Friends Help in Free Verse More Like This
Taking away the Fit,
Fit of loneliness and Sadness,
Bringing some Gladness.
My friends help me Though,
When sadness makes me Blue,
Always know they're True,
True Friends, keep aways the Blue.
They might not always live Close,
But always help me Through,
Through all the Sadness,
Cause they know how I feel and are True Friends.
SpirallingSpiraling Down,Spiralling in Free Verse More Like This
Is there hope to be Found?
Am I Bound,
Bound to become Numb?
Numb to death's Touch,
To watch all perish to his Clutch,
Having people I Love,
Fly like a Dove.
Leaving me Behind,
With memories in my Mind.
That will lead me Down,
Spiraling down, where hope isn't Found.
Heavy HeartA heavy Heart,Heavy Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Always from the Start,
Hiding what should be Shown,
To the ones who should have Known.
Going through Life,
Always with Strife,
With feelings of loneliness and Pain,
Something to cry with in the Rain.
Wanting to find the One,
Who can make this come Undone,
Who can complete Me,
And let me Be,
Be who I AM,
And love me, not a Sham.
Healing HeartWithin lies a fragile Heart,Healing Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Always been There,
From the Start.
Feelings cloud if from Everywhere.
Learning to Deal,
Can be Hard,
But knowing how to Feel,
And play your Card.
Time heals all Wounds,
Heals a fragile Heart,
Let time pass By,
And keep hope Alive.
My Life, DepressionDepression sets In,My Life, Depression in Free Verse More Like This
Am I strong enough to Win,
This battle and struggle Within,
Wanting to Consume,
Consume my very Being,
Lead me down the dark Hole,
Where no one can Console,
The pain that is my Heart.
The heart that seeks Death,
As I take every Breath,
Wanting to Die,
And end my misery, my Life.
Love Song For My LifeILove Song For My Life in Free Verse More Like This
It's been a month now
Since I let my life go;
Since I started tumbling,
And the deeper I fall
The more I know
How quickly I die
When my life's gone away.
But it's not about me;
It's about her, the love
And the life; the focus
Of every man's story.
I jilted her perfection,
Like Lucifer to the Lord.
I became evil
Incarnate, wandering blindly in search
Of a life to steal, forgetting
That we each only get one.
Mine stayed waiting, suffering
And smoldering, like a forgotten dog
For its owner, soon to be stray.
Eventually I stumbled
Home to her, broken
And stupid, to find her chains unbound
By my fool hands, her heart gone
Free. But I'm not afraid, no more.
That life is mine, and I still love
Her true. We're meant to be,
And no one can take my life away.
No one but me.
So I look to the future, when I can breathe once more,
Back to my hopes: her arms,
Where I can live.
So safely I can descend,
How sweetly I can sleep.
How softly I can fall,
When she's here
The LadybugThe ladybug rests on the lipsThe Ladybug in Free Verse More Like This
of a rose,
complimenting its radiance
in her speckled wisdom.
I see her as I pass,
like a delicate sky dancer
sometimes as if
she is everywhere
in my life, hopping
to each blossoming moment
like the windy legs of a ballerina.
On lucky days,
she tickles my nose
before leading me
to fly along with her
to share a blossom
etched in clouds.
Slipping SoundAs the lulling noiseSlipping Sound in Free Verse More Like This
Croons and cascades
Across a sanctive moment,
Our fathomless privacy
Of reds and pinks and
Our love may be misconstrued
By hoops and hollers
Yet it still shimmers,
Brightly and true.
Though ebbing murmurs
Of truth can drown
In the somnolent roar
Of the world of sound,
Your pulsing love
Always resonates through
To my heart;
Panacea Girlwhen exhaust crashes downPanacea Girl in Free Verse More Like This
dragging in desperation
and my good limps
through the darkness around
just to catch a glimpse
of the rough road ahead
my flickering thoughts
lock on to you; your voice, eyes, and smile.
The dead tissues in my legs liven up for a while
And my body seems rejuvenated for a thousand more miles;
I walk on and dream that those eyes are on fire.
O panacea girl, are you guiding me there?
Are you sitting and waiting, with concern and care?
My thoughts fuel me on,
To you I will come,
For you are the place
I can always call home.
reachingCygnus migrates to your lipsreaching in Free Verse More Like This
as you whisper the stars into place
and one by one,
(diamonds like angels
your hair sweeps in time,
blotting features from view
stars crash through strands
of migrant starlight
and this boy finds himself
in a celestial downpour, reaching,
frantic for the collapse to cease
a fateful one collides with my chest;
(it draws me to sleep
the epoch observatoryi sojourned to spacethe epoch observatory in Free Verse More Like This
and heard the moon
her words were so honest
as i dr if t e d
O, she spoke to me!
And her words!
So honest and beautiful!
of a world, seen (nine-
hundred-seventeen billion)-illion times over
through wars and genocide and nuclear extinction,
a cosmic whisper:
(p-pulse)ing through chests across the world
heaving all feelings into a nexus of mellifluidity)
condemnedstrangecondemned in Free Verse More Like This
how lucid things can be
when one has gone blind,
eyes straining through the infinite
disoriented buildings glow through
haze on the horizon,
dusty secrets that clutter
the gloom like dying trees;
one by one, they fall.
trivial emotions make poor foundations
for the disproven;
slowly, they weaken without hope,
for it is futile to fortify
that which is already condemned.
when meaning has become just another remnant
of brilliant architecture,
your home, too, will fall.
Six LegsI fancy at times that I should have six legs to amble upon,Six Legs in Free Verse More Like This
Never to be late and always sharp in custom tailoring.
Never would I aspire to combat zombie hoards
With refined skills in Muay Thai,
Powerful flurries of knees striking fiercely
Through undead flesh, tearing down
Carrion walls of rerisen warriors thirsting for my flushed
Appendages as they hurricane footly,
Flinging brains and grayed blood
In full radii with great deft.
No, I would prefer to mosey promptly to a party,
Passerbies marveling at my fine personal threads.
With no pretentious goals of athletic feats or celebrity status,
I would be a stylishly modest beacon of punctuality for all to admire.
How splendid it would be
If I should have six legs
When things were goldenOn my seventeenth birthday,When things were golden in Free Verse More Like This
she gave the pyrite heart she found
underneath her doorstep;
I looked upon the glimmer that illused forth
from its collection of fissures and imperfections
how fragile I truly am.
It has been four years now,
and still I am not the same as I was
before that day.
Ive learned to forget
the gift with empty pursuits
and shallow affairs,
but still it haunts me.
On dark nights, my feet stretch
and creek the hallowed steps
to the attic,
and I gingerly slide it from the silk sack
in which it rests now.
With eyes shut, I take in its textures
through my fingertips,
as though I remember
what it once meant.
Once my hands have been
it slips back away,
and o, I weep,
knowing that the heart would be smooth
if it hadnt come out so rough.
Yet I am the fool
whose hands betray his eyes.
Do not shatterI saw the stars fade from your eyesDo not shatter in Free Verse More Like This
As you drifted away,
Shattering on the pavement at your feet:
The pieces proved too fickle for my mending hands.
But I could not relent
Could not let slip the vibrance
From your celestial figure.
Through you, Ive tasted sky:
My lips restored the blue to your sight
When my hands failed me;
My gravity drew you back into me.
Should you fade, drift, or slip,
Do not shatter.
Find your sanctuary in my arms,
For whatever may come,
I will protect you.
And So It FlowsAnd So It Flows in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wrote a little boat
It floated down the stream
At my insistence.
As it lurched and leaped and bobbed
Atop the water
I could sense the hints of joy
Within my daughter,
Who ran along the banks
To keep apace
The wind whipping wisps of hair
Across her face.
Stumbling on a root
She fell upon
Those tanned and knobby knees.
The boat sailed on.
I laughed, but deep within
I was alone.
To know, in few short years,
That shed be grown.
My daughter, you see,
I wrote into existence.
But she refuses to remain the child
Of my insistence.
And So It Flows
© 2007 Mark Pearce
PursuedPursued in Philosophical More Like This
Coffee stains follow me
Wherever I go.
© 2008 Mark Pearce
Measuring UpMeasuring Up in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your talent is limited.
You dont write well.
You lack in charisma and charm.
Youre not very practical.
No serious money.
Your confidence cause for alarm.
Your vision is cloudy
Youre often distracted
Your connections are few and diffused.
But the world needs saving
And there are so few who care.
My greatest hope is in you.
© 2007 Mark Pearce
Flying HomeFlying Home in Free Verse More Like This
It doesnt take
To fly home to you.
It takes imagination,
And a strong pair of arms.
© 2007 Mark Pearce
Things UnsaidWe were standing on the cornerThings Unsaid in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just person you and person me.
Sinking deep into your eyes
I said I love you.
You smiled and blinked and shifted,
Looking down and to the left.
As the world ground to a hush
You said Youve touched me.
The many moons, of wax and wane,
The seasons borne, the days forgone,
Through them, conditionally,
You became my life.
But within that norm and from your lips
Shot daggers, ever cleaving,
Words like Jealous, Bore and Stifling.
Ripped my soul.
A harvest moon, in passing,
Gave you lift unto another.
My life stopped -- remains stopped
Until this day.
With the vilest words regressing,
Their vitriol slowly ebbing;
Theres just one thing in my life
Ill not transcend.
On my last day I'll remember
The three words which were not spoken
On a corner
On that one particular day.
© 2007 Mark Pearce
FrecklesFreckles in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I remember freckles
On a sun-skimmed day.
Shed do bout anything
To have them scrubbed away.
Theyd show up on her shoulders
And across her nose.
Theyd dribble down her legs
And light upon her toes.
I like em, I told her
But what did I know?
They shattered her self image
Of a golden glow.
She strenuously avoided
Being bathed by sun.
But I adored her every freckle
And Id kiss each one.
Though the days of speckled cheeks
And shoulders did not last,
She comes to me when dreaming of my
© 2007 Mark Pearce
Cosmos RevisitedI licked the cosmos.Cosmos Revisited in Free Verse More Like This
It tasted like minty ice cream.
The stars like sugar sprinkles.
The planets like dirty worms.
The texture was uneven,
Galaxies being what they are,
But most of em were swirly.
A delicious endeavor,
This intergalactic sampling,
But then my tongue hit a dark hole
And my face disappeared.
Its sitting up there somewhere
Locked within the confines
Of an event horizon.
A surprised look
Frozen for eternity.
© 2008 Mark Pearce
Not Knowing ToNot Knowing To in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw it when you moved toward
my side of the room.
It was crowded as you
swam amongst the chatter.
You didnt say much.
Nor did I
Nor did you.
Oh excuse me. My mistake.
There was something there
besides the jostle of the crowd
and the jokes and the boasts
and the raucous.
But I just couldnt believe
that there could ever, ever be
a moment you
a moment me
and us together.
Not Knowing To
© 2008 Mark Pearce
Scream A LittleScream A Little in Free Verse More Like This
The world is big and round
But it dont spin on its own.
You got to give it a little nudge sometimes.
A little push
A little shove
Youve got to scream a little.
The powers that be
Wont let you be.
You got to refuse a little sometimes.
A little no.
A that aint so.
Youve got to scream a little.
We all want to be nice
And play by the rules.
Well, not all of us.
Almost all of us.
When that viper strikes and pricks a vein
Youve got to scream a little.
I said Scream A Little
While you still can.
Scream A Little
© 2008 Mark Pearce
Resonant PerceptionResonant Perception in Free Verse More Like This
The bell tolls.
The jarring, percussive strike dies quickly.
Hanging on, a deep and pulsing reverberation
With high, crisp overtones,
Slowly fading to...
Can be sculpted into an awesome destructive force
Capable of splitting ear drums
And shattering marble columns.
Focused waves to pierce
The very structure of physical.
Tones and overtones the untangling of atoms.
The chunked and powdered walls of Jericho.
The twined reverberations of the Chinese gong
Meld us with aligned dimensions,
Ushering moments of
Introduction and grand vision.
Or, perhaps, its the gongs
Splash and tone-descending ebb
That entangle our minds to believe it so.
As our attentions are conscripted by
The awesome and terrible potentials
Of the thing we know as sound,
In the choir loft
Above the baptistery,
In a church
On Lincoln Square,
The children of a choir sing softly.
Their harmony beckons and enchants.
PaintingPainting in Free Verse More Like This
I am painting the bathroom and the radio
playing the morning classical music show
is in the bedroom. The announcer's words
are not clear but I hear her tone of voice
and she sounds concerned - her tone says,
"Are you listening? Do you hear me say
every European name correctly?
Do you know that this music so many
consider dull is fine music and exactly
what you should be listening to?"
But today the music is dull, it is virtuosity
whose only aim is to fly through harmony
as fast and precisely as possible. A clarinet
does so in one piece, a flute in the next.
These composers had feelings but did not use
music to express them - and so it is
exactly what to listen to, for my task
is not to express my feelings as I mask
the mirror's edge with tape pressed tight -
I am only trying to get it right.
MakerMaker in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How do you move within the stone?
And who has said that this is stone?
No one but I may say - no one.
And will they listen, every one?
No need for all, if some few will.
May I be one among the few?
Oh I will leave that up to you.
Veiled, unveiled, uncertain, sure,
Each day I choose - may it be well -
Stone - or story still to tell.
Friday's BluesWhen I woke up on Thursday,Friday's Blues in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I had Friday's blues.
It was twenty-four hours
before they were due!
I said to the blues,
"You don't belong here today.
Get your stuff together
and be on your way."
But the blues was upset
and unsure what to do.
I said, "Listen to me,
I will take care of you."
I said, "Put on this coat
and put on this hat.
Wear these dark glasses
and follow this map.
"The route there is perfect,
don't you stray from that line."
So the blues left me then
and my day was so fine.
And I wondered, I wondered
if the blues could swim -
my map led to the river
and then it led in.
I woke up on Friday
and there on my floor
I saw soggy footprints
coming in from my door.
Well, the footprints were made
by some soaking wet shoes -
and so there you have it,
you can't drown the blues.
Come See Me Tomorrow BluesI can't go with you today, babe,Come See Me Tomorrow Blues in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I got trouble here at home.
I got to get some things together
before I am able to go.
There's a hole in the roof where a rocket
crashed into it last night.
I guess that nothing exploded,
so that should be all right.
There's a wild boar trapped in the basement,
it may be asleep by now.
I haven't heard it snort for ten minutes,
though the smell is kind of loud.
A high tension line has fallen
and it's burning holes in the lawn.
It shouldn't be much of a problem,
the sparks are only six meters long.
There's a swarm of bees in the bathroom,
they've been there over an hour.
As long as they keep looking in the mirror,
I think I can take a shower.
The fire that started last Friday
has burned about all that it can.
The bedroom should be cooling down shortly,
if things go according to plan.
My publisher called me this morning
to say that my book is okay.
But I have to do one more revision,
and he wants it done today.
One thing has me kind of worried -
FallFall in Free Verse More Like This
Something fell. How could a sound so loud
have been a dream? Yet how could a sound
so loud have left a silence thick as this?
There is so little sound you might be deaf.
You say, "hello," softly, to the dark.
You hear your voice clearly through the air.
The lighted clock says four A.M.
Did something fall? It could have been a dream.
It may have been the picture in the hall.
Why did you hang it with a single nail?
Or was it something not so near as that,
whose size and mass you cannot say?
Was it here in the city, a block away,
a mile? There would be sirens, surely.
Or was it something both near and far -
did a world slip down a stair,
from one step to the one below?
Whose was it, then? Or was it yours alone?
In the morning you will know.
It was not a dream. Something fell.
Trouble BluesNo need to look for trouble,Trouble Blues in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
it will find you on its own -
come and sit down right beside you
when you want to be alone.
Your phone will start to ringing
when your phone is off the hook.
And you know it's trouble calling,
you don't even have to look.
You can spend a lot of money,
you can buy a lot of stuff.
But to keep away from trouble,
you will never have enough.
You may sit at your piano,
start to picking out a song.
And it's trouble you hear humming,
then it starts to sing along.
There's a smell of something burning,
you don't know exactly where.
But your nose has started twitching -
there is trouble in the air.
You can cry out to your mama,
ask your daddy what to do.
They'll do all they can to help you,
but they have trouble too.
There are ways to deal with trouble,
three or four or six or ten.
And every time you finish,
it is time to start again.
Burning House Anniversary BluesHave you ever seen that house, babe,Burning House Anniversary Blues in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
on the outskirts of town?
Have you ever seen that house, babe,
on the outskirts of town?
It's been on fire for years,
but it never burns down.
You see people with their shoes off
standing close to the flame.
Yes, people take their shoes off
and get close to the flame.
They say a voice from the fire
was calling them by name.
And some depart in a hurry
and some leave walking slow.
Oh, some depart in a hurry
and some leave walking slow.
But they never come back,
either way that they go.
Well, it's your voice for me, babe,
that's what I want to hear.
It is your voice for me, babe,
that's what I want to hear.
When I'm having a nightmare,
it can quiet my fear.
And our love keeps on burning,
with a flame old and new.
Yes, our love keeps on burning,
with a flame old and new.
I want to take off my shoes, babe,
and be next to you.
To YouWords tripTo You in Free Verse More Like This
over my tongue
cause my heart
has taken a permanent
vacation in my throat
and its all thanks
through my mind
but then are lost
before they're found
cause i'm too busy
my hands won't stop
moving and fretting
in their free time
when they're not
my legs are stubborn
and leaden jello
unless they're firmly
on the path
Forgive meforgive meForgive me in Free Verse More Like This
for having no words to
express the thoughts
in my heart that speak
of emptiness and shock
at my own stupidity
forgive me for giving
away my heart
thinking that i had
more to share and
plenty to accept
forgive me for
forgetting the hold
you had and the lock
and key and will of
possession that took
my heart in your sole
i was not aware
for committing actions
that burned my
words to the ground
and left the ashes
to coat me
in the fool's garb
though i know
i do not
for betraying you
and hurting you
and hurting us
and run away
to save yourself
Cryyou hold my handCry in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and stare straight ahead
at the busy road
my eyes don't see
the gray sky and
bleak buildings that
garishly hark their wares
to people who
"I don't know
I feel so sad"
tears don't fall
why won't they fall
they burn at the
edge of my eyes
but they refuse
to be anything
"Neither do I...I wish
how to help
Remember This My Lovethough i may sinkRemember This My Love in Free Verse More Like This
or float in crushing oceans
of my own fears and emotions
that drag at me without mercy and
rip me away from any touch
that these waves that cruelly
take me from my loves
do not yet take me from my life
and I will yet again break
the surface of that tumultuous sea
and go to you
and with my first breath I will greet hello
and my first sight will be your face
and my first touch will be of your lips
and my first wish will be your safety
for though these waters leech poison
to so many others
i do not fear myself
only the depths
that i dare not tread
that i will never
return to you
i will always return
I Thought I Knew my AngelI thought i knew youI Thought I Knew my Angel in Free Verse More Like This
my guardian angel
my gatekeeper to light
i thought i knew you
but then i saw you
wreathed in smoke
with the face of my angel
twisted without remorse
you ruled like a god
in fire and water
choosing death for them
who scorned your mercy
and i feared you then
for you were a stranger
my angel was gone
replaced by a demon
you watched them drown
as they burned
and you were silent
for they chose their path
i thought i knew you
thought i knew my angel
i did not see
you were my angel
my angel of death
Three AngelsUpon the hill there is a desolate affairThree Angels in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a single girl stands with wind betwixt her hair
and though there are three angels softly standing by
the lovely maid cannot hang down her head and cry
for tears are gone, replaced by soft and supple sin
that like a spell assumed a guise and lured her in
to her demise and now all that's left to do is weep
dry tears to wet earth that's unmarked by angel's feet
for she hath trod the Devil's road left down below
and followed love where no honest love should go
with trust in lies she fell from that most blessed path
of Heaven whose seal upon her heart burned a holy graft
the angels three watch by and stand a glistening guard
for the maid had often cried that life had turned too hard
to bear and so she leapt and cast her body out to sea
and set her soul in care of silent angels three
Ignorance's BlissYou love meIgnorance's Bliss in Free Verse More Like This
you loved me, the me I was
you wanted who i'm not anymore
but now you don't even want that
you want to forget me
you want me to have never happened
every laugh, every kiss
you want to wipe the memory from your lips
every tear, every shout
you want to bleach the stain from your skin
banish me and purge me
a stubborn scar you can't remove
but itches and itches till you make it bleed
make yourself bleed
picking at the scab, forcing me away
but knowing that it'll never heal
because you don't want it to
you don't want bittersweet memories
you want the oblivion of unknowing
the ignorance of ignorance's bliss
but that you can't have
just like you cant have who i was
so you stay
Its HardIt's hard to find joy when they tell you you're wrongIts Hard in Concrete Poetry More Like This
when you're better off quiet but you must sing your song
It's hard to preach hope when you're at your end
hard to find love when you can't find your friend
It's hard just to smile when later you cry
can't entertain thoughts, you know you've gotta lie
its hard to hold resentment against one you've held respect for
hard to hate the one you still love
Its hard to judge a soul you once deemed worthy
hard to push them below you after you pushed them above
Ask MeI need you to see what you're doing to meAsk Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i'm losing composure to your provocation
a ripping apart of my whole entity
torn between sacrifice and self-preservation
I need you to know what you're asking me
and why my refusals have to matter
for if I choose wrong then the carefully
put-together fragments of me will shatter
I need you to leave it up to me
to accept what I have to deny
to set loose your anger and let me be
I will not control your will to die
My Clockwork HeartI used to hideMy Clockwork Heart in Free Verse More Like This
behind the gears
of my clockwork heart
when you were near
the symmetry of our
mechanisms astounded me
and so I hid away
and tried to match
my artificial breath
with the eternal beat
of my elegant machine
to no avail
shaking hands are no
match for oiled seeds
of power that create
a miraculous world
and a shaking body
cannot withstand the might
of the heat you'd bring
with your flaming words
and smokey intentions
that would glint off
of my shimmering surface
as I hid behind
my clockwork heart
that could not sound
an irregular beat
to betray the emotions
that were not mine
for I am cold iron
and burnt steel
and you are too soft
for my love
and will never know
that hide behind
my clockwork heart
An angel on broken wingsThe fact that I am broken is something I cannot denyAn angel on broken wings in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You came and started fixing it in the blink of an eye
All you have ever done is show me unconditional love
That is why I think you are an angel sent from up above
It saddens me that when talking I run out of things to say
I want to talk through the night, until dawn the next day
You are the one who has helped me to overcome all my fear
Now I see the world in a way that is ever so much more clear
I have come to think, for this world, you are far too good
You have shown me a love which no one else ever could
You are the one I will defend in any and all confrontations
I won't see tears on the face of one of gods purest creations
You live your life day to day, burdening far too much pain
Yet you are still able to see the simple beauty in the rain
You always make your point, despite not being outspoken
You remain so morally strong, despite being partially broken
Despite being too good for this world all you do is care
The fact you find yo
DisgustAfter learning the truth I look at myself and just feel disgustDisgust in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never thought that you would be one to break my trust
I cannot believe that you thought a lie like this would only be small
Now my opinion of us both is just going to continue to freefall
I did not think that you would ever be the one to lie to me
I will not go into detail for the whole world to come and see
Holding you under the trees I thought together we would be unique
Now it makes me cringe each and every time that I hear you speak
It had never once crossed my mind that you could be a lying tart
It is because of people like you that I can no longer open my heart
Then you came into my lifeI once yearned for physicality then you came into my lifeThen you came into my life in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I began to learn of things that were so much more important
I used to think life was cruel then you came into my life
Now I see what beauty the world can truly offer to humble man
I wanted a woman to have on my arm then you came into my life
Now I see that a partner is someone to explore the world with
I only wanted money and fame then you came into my life
Now the only thing I covet is something that cannot be bought
I thought possessions gave comfort then you came into my life
Now I feel myself filled with peace by your mere presence
I believed that I was doomed to misery then you came into my life
Now I see that, with some work, I can be normal once again
I ConcedeAfter being stubborn and egotistical for so longI Concede in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am finally ready to admit that something is wrong
I think that therapy will be almost entirely confessional
I think that's what will be expected of me from a professional
After so much hassle I finally gave up and booked a session
With someone that I hope can help me get over my depression
I have been trying for so long to deal with this on my own
But now getting real help isn't something that I can postpone
You are the one who, after all this time, has stopped me being dense
It is thanks to you that I have finally began to see some sense
It is because of your continued pressure that I finally concede
I am going to a professional; I just hope that they can succeed
SummerAt long last we no longer have to go to a classSummer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We can just lie together in the sun on the grass
For this time so brief, we truly have no obligations
Let it also be a time that is free of any complications
Just some time together to relax is what I want to advise
We can just hold one another staring into the others eyes
We can run and dance in the warming light of the midday sun
When time's up, everything possible, we can say has been done
I want us to spend all this spare time in a variety of ways
This is the last chance for us, together, to enjoy summer days
DisappointmentTell me how did things come to be like thisDisappointment in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
About easier days are something I reminisce
This piece is going to be oh so very brief
How did a loved one turn into a common thief
I want to leave here, in my life start a new page
Why is this house now so full of unloving rage
Every night now I listen to nothing but shouting
How much longer I can tolerate this house I am doubting
Disappointment is all I am beginning to feel
The broken trust in this family needs to heal
What You Have Done To MeI hope that you are happy with what you have done to meWhat You Have Done To Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The rage that I am feeling should be clear for you to see
For god sake we could have been a genuine happy couple
Now because of this my patience with you is far less supple
For the first time in longer than I remember I opened my heart
Then you turned out to be nothing more than a common tart
I want nothing more than to scream at you and release my frustration
To think I used to look at you and only feel a heart warming admiration
I'm no hypocrite; I know that being perfect is something I can't preach
But now because of you I want to destroy everything within my reach
You have decided now to tell me I am in need of professional advice
I don't need it for this, the source of my anger I'm being more than precise
I'm fine with you being with him, but how did you think I wouldn't find out
I can see it in your eyes, this new relationship you're already beginning to doubt
Is your new love going to fail? Laughing, I say of that much I am
My final mileMy mortality is no longer something that I can refuseMy final mile in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Before my time is up, your passion for life I try to enthuse
For every moment you breathe try to have appreciation
Whilst I try in vain to stave off my own personal damnation
I will not tell you of this, I don't want you to worry, or to cry
Death is no longer something that I have the strength to defy
You have the best of this world, being beautiful and smart
The mere sight of you, my love, easily stills my shaking heart
I leave you ignorant; making sure no tears run down your face
I am going to face these final issues on my own, just in case
Because of me, I will make sure that you feel no more pain
Just one more time the sight of your smile I wish to obtain
That I would get better on my own is what I have been assuming
Now the time of my demise is coming, my darkness looming
You're the person I am contemplating whether I should tell
What is going on with me, it's probably best not to, so farewell
What is waiting for me is somethin
Giving UpI have gotten to the point where I have chosen to quitGiving Up in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Chasing after you is something to which I cannot commit
I feel more for you than you will ever hope to know
Some kind of help I am going to have to undergo
The way that I feel can only be described as frustration
It looks as though these feelings will stay for the duration
I think it is about time that I should now be leaving
Any kind of affection from you I am no longer receiving
I hope that one day you find someone who can make you smile
Someone who like me, for you, will go that extra mile
Someone else to be besides you through laughter and tears
A person who will be there to help you get through your fears
I know that when I walk away you will choose not to follow
I will be left alone once again, feeling nothing but hollow
I do truly hope that one day you manage to find that special man
The one who manages to make you smile like no one else can
It is my company and the memories that I hope that you never forget
BetrayalI cannot believe that you did this to meBetrayal in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What did you think my reaction would be
This is how you repay everything I did for you
You're lucky this isn't something I want to outdo
About you, to others, I could say so much more
It would leave your reputation tattered on the floor
For you though I will do what I would have preferred
And keep these things a secret, as I gave you my word
I know that I could draw up a more detailed portrayal
Though no one needs to know what you did in this betrayal
what i deservethere are more than one of me,what i deserve in Free Verse More Like This
they sit in window panes with one hand in their pockets
and one hand in their mouth, pushing too hard on boundaries.
they have prunes for hearts
and try to be brave,
but they are not. i am 20 years old, i am not yet the me i want to be.
i lay down in plastic cups and i am so small. this is my attempt
at being safe. i am still vulnerable. i am still young.
i am still learning
the things you taught me.
i used to be able to float in your cheek bones,
now i've moved down to ground level
and you flick me from your soles, o
how that tumble caused the under-skin to shake.
more than tremors, more than quakes
more than all the mistakes one person can make.
i push these things in boxes and sleep next to them all day.
i forgot everything good i have ever done.
all this festers in my swelling gut, then i wake up
and i ask these of dangerous shoes
to prevent me from asking you -
am i really that bad a person?
out of codeThis is my heart, or notout of code in Free Verse More Like This
you are more like a pulse
jirating and dehydrating
across far away lands,
hello little lungs, I am sorry
you are so afraid of what I will do next
of how I strangle you
with cigarettes, and you, skin,
you fear me, you fear how I do not eat
for days on end and make you cling
to dry bone.
This is what happens, you see
every so often, I get a little crazy, a little sad
and I claw to things, I crawl with my hips
and shoulders. I scratch my fingers across raw wood
thinking maybe, this time will blow my heart
into relapse. Oh, I am so sad. Oh, you will be there any time.
Oh, help me.
I sit here, with my heart all heavy, unfull of grace,
rotating dates, pulling out the figs that are dying
wishing that maybe, one day, it will be my turn
to be pulled out.
sometimes I sit hereI find myself back in this place, my armssometimes I sit here in Free Verse More Like This
are wrapped around your hips.
You remind me of sail boats and I'm holding on
real tight, trying to breath as you drag me under
There are tiny riots in my heart
as you push against me and press your smile
to my chest. I lead you inside and you breath it all in
one breath. Oh, your eyes
they are like kaleidoscopes and I see you in many colours,
I see you in sadness, I see you in love
with me. All at the same time. I see you
playing the piano at 4am and wishing I was there
to lift your fingers from the keys and place them
on my nipples, or something. And I do, oh, I do.
Now it is too late, and your fingers press on B minors
too hard, and it hurts and it feels
an outside influencei tried to explainan outside influence in Free Verse More Like This
beside eyelash bridges and sliding doors
that crushed our feet -- i said sorry.
i am inbetween the floor slabs
with telephones ringing in my eyes.
you do not have to connect to me, i understand,
but still wish it ,
straight from my pericardium
where new cavities unfold every day
to telephone poles twenty miles away,
direct from the elbows that hold up my head
to the patella that can not hold much up at all.
i do not have as many spinal nerves as most,
i bury them one by one under toilet seats.
our secrets did not bring us togehter,
but caused an electric current we disliked,
you were always there, those protons were strong
but not strong enough, i guess.
and i spin on the palms of my hands
until this chemical element causes enough friction
for you to see
how much i miss you.
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You are beautiful.
Your words equate to glass bottles
collapsing on the dance floor.
Those black and white beats
against my coloured-in face
never once made contact
and my focus heaved its way to you.
The room was packed full of noise and dysfunctional shadow,
and only me and you welcomed the vacant air in,
I savoured pure Sambuca lips,
iced over and leaving me with a ghostly perception.
You coiled between my hands,
my waiting eyes were on look out
for your vanishing act.
It was bound to come soon because
you love the clunk of my body
as it clashes on the ground,
Light thrashed against faceless bodies
as they moved close against this song,
hands and arms reached deep inside the verse
and pulled the life back out.
Music is made from love, you see,
trapped in dead sound
and fastened tight in words.
Yes, music is made from love,
each note slams hard
against your heart
when love topples over, when love goes away.
I didn't notice this until I met you
and you dared to ask
he did this to himselfhe did this to himself in Free Verse More Like This
I am not afraid of motorways and telephone wires anymore.
I just thought you should know that
I want to talk into your chest while you sleep,
I am looking for you under brown rugs, inside loud speakers
all over town, protesting you come and find me
behind the cement mixer.
Fairytales aren't always that simple, honey, I won't always be tucked inside bubble wrap
waiting for you to step on compressed oxygen and burst my skin open
so you can touch my heart and lungs and kidneys
with surgical gloves warming your hands.
Maybe you could pay for my gym membership
or take me out for a three course meal full of heavy calories and overweight puddings
before my arms rot and my eyes go limp and their lids touch the floor.
They empty out there
on the cobble next to empty coke cans and broken bottles.
You gnawed on the plastic wrap and forced my chest open
so you could lick my life blood
before deciding whether to chew, or spit
me out like a pellet gun aiming straight for my skull.
That is how my bac
we have enough roomwe have enough room in Free Verse More Like This
Your mother has confusion in her eyes
and keeps rotating her thoughts
to and from
your heartbeat, this is a fever
that cannot be cured. Cups of tea can soothe
and late night chats can replace the air
they took from your room,
I am trying to put it back
you are stable now.
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You opened the old curtains
with your wood-dry fingertips.
They were heavy
and the cloth yawned morning-breath light
into my face and it took my eyes
about five minutes to adjust.
I was unable to speak.
Three days later, I managed to spit out
an unclear 'I never stopped loving you'
I should have unclogged my thirsty throat
and said how much I love those dimples
by your mouth.
I should have confessed how I want to climb inside
and rest there
but we did not have time for that many words.
The day felt depleted already
and you were about to leave -
so I put my head on your warm chest
wishing I could peel back your skin,
unbolt your ribs one by one
and whisper a raw 'don't go' into the gaping hole
letting your limp hands hang loose,
I scratched my cheek when you came close.
You withdrew, leaving the door ajar.
I wanted to vacate my body
and this spent-up room, where sunrises
and nine AM traffic
remind me of you.
I removed those ugly curtains
so I no longer need
this poem is methis poem is me in Free Verse More Like This
I started this poem at midnight
with cigarette smoke choking my skin
and the outside air clogging up
my cold lungs.
The damp floor stole my seat, so I just stood in the dark
I see nothing-ness, just black with the occasional
pale yellow moon clambering into my view.
I like how eyelashes curl upwards
and the blue of your irises, but that doesn't matter,
not now everything has squeezed into shadow.
And the clouds -
well they just hold onto happy things,
letting go of the ugly
hard-hitting rain drops
and gasps of wind.
Don't laugh but sometimes
I think I'm like a pomegranate,
too many bits and pieces
and I'm slipping out everywhere,
leaving a trail of sweet-peach sadness
on every floor I hit.
Something about callous atmospheres draw me in.
You spilt bottled sea water
i'm a broken heartI don't write poetry with the right heart,i'm a broken heart in Free Verse More Like This
I am a little disgusting.
A little pale.
A little starving
And a little pleasetakemeback.
I have a broken microphone in my chest,
trying to sing to you in muffled sounds
that I make.
I know I should not love you
in this way.
But I do.
Sleight of HandBanking institutions are more dangerousSleight of Hand in Free Verse More Like This
to our liberties than standing armies.
Pay no attention
to the banker
behind the curtain.
Look! Look! Here
are the real issues.
Look! Migrant workers,
Illegals stealing jobs!
Oh, waityou don't
want those jobs anyway.
Look! A gay couple,
happy, raising a family!
A moral travesty!
Singing and dancing!
No, they're not pros
pros cut the profits.
Pay no attention.
That is not his hand
in your pocket.
That is not his hand
on your throat.
what is a poet butwhat is a poet butwhat is a poet but in Free Verse More Like This
a species of liar
laying down words
to conjure and cajole
what is a poet but
a species of witch
into a heady brew
what is a poet but
a species of prophet
howling in the wilderness
what is a poet but
a species of candle
dripping away its life
to fuel poetry's flame
the night skyLong after we are gone and our great cities have crumbled into dust, some future archeologist will find our star charts and photos of the night sky, but at first, they won't know what they have, won't know how to read our sky because their sky is so different, with only a few points of light shining down. At first the charts and photos are thought to be mere fanciful imaginings, but there are those who will see that some of the brighter points, if properly extrapolated, do match the few stars that they can see, leading them to theorize that the universe is dying. Others will call this heresy and while the controversy rages careers will be built and lives destroyed.the night sky in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Many millennia later when this controversy is long forgotten, and no one really notices that the stars, one by one, slowly fading away, and no one remembers when the last star blinked out and disappeared into the inky blackness beyond the planets and the moons of planets, humans will ponder the meaning of a single star and h
Renga Tree - cat normalnormal?Renga Tree - cat normal in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
you ask a cat
suicideswe can't know their pain and we don't want tosuicides in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
tuna sandwichesas I make lunchtuna sandwiches in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the cat nudges me
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our personal history
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On the plane in, some guys fingered their crosses, but I didn't have one, so I fiddled nervously with my signal clicker, breaking it. By then we were on our feet and hooking up.
I had joined the airborne because I wanted to know that the guy fighting next to me was the best, but I'd never liked jumping. Waiting for that green light, though, I'd watched one of the other planes break up after taking a hit, flaming paratroopers, guys I certainly knew, spilling from its door. After that, all I could think of was getting off that plane.
When I finally landed I was so surprised to be alive I momentarily forgot where I was, surrounded by the enemy, my weapon and leg bag torn from me by the plane's prop wash, with no idea if I was anywhere near my drop zone. I crouched next to a tree, listening to the anti-aircraft guns, which didn't sound nearly so frightening now that I was on the ground. Compared to inside the plane, where the noise had been deafening even before the shelling started, this
Renga Tree - world of dewreminding usRenga Tree - world of dew in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
this is alas but
a 'world of dew'
Death is a HitchhikerDeath is a hitchhikerDeath is a Hitchhiker in Free Verse More Like This
dropped off at the last-
Death needed to use
the head and to get
something to eat.
Now Death sits and drinks
endless cups of bad coffee
because none of the truckers
want to travel that last 68 miles
with Death riding shotgun.
One Thousand WordsCan I use these one thousand wordsOne Thousand Words in Free Verse More Like This
to depict a moment in time?
I shall try to see beyond this hourglass
and take away what time I may
to leave you sitting in your chair,
with images of stars and dreams and hopes
floating inside your head.
I will use these one thousand words
to make you feel saddened,
by making you see a young girl,
cancer eating away her hair,
her beauty, her pride.
I will use these one thousand words
to feel rejoiced by
listening to the sounds of the ocean,
the waves rolling onto untouched sand.
One thousand words can find you
sitting in a forest in the middle of winter,
just sitting beneath a tree,
not knowing where to go,
for there are no footprints behind you
and no path to lead you home.
In a poem of one thousand words
I would let you see through my eyes,
and to look at the beauty around you,
no matter how unwelcoming it may be.
Finding the fairy tale within
one thousand words may prove difficult,
although incredibly rewarding.
Within one thousand words
Void of BordersPhenomena;Void of Borders in Typographical More Like This
a vision of something spectacular,
Can it be explained, this broken heart?
I'm unsure if it can be.
I'm unsure if I want it to be.
into a subconsious state of mind,
this is my phenomena,
The star that fadedI walked among these draped willowsThe star that faded in Free Verse More Like This
finding any piece of the fallen star
that I had promised to save.
Like escaped velocity,
the roses ran from beneath my feet
before I could crush them in my wake.
Can I fall?
The same way you did,
with your fair hair and deep blue eyes?
I thought you would outdo me.
The leaves refused to take hold
of empty, dead trees,
and the flowers forgot to bloom,
but I realized it was already too late.
I wish to fall back on these wrongdoings,
if only like a day in august, just be able
to relax and shed a smile (or two).
I could watch you dance for hours
and be envious, but still I couldn't let go
of the fact that I was you, and you were me.
Whatever happened to that dear reflection,
to the one who loved and was deeply involved?
She ran away like the tears
I allowed to escape.
Remember me like I was
and leave me behind, and allow me to grieve,
for these stars offer comfort
you cannot give to me.
. Radical Dreamers .Chase me through. Radical Dreamers . in Typographical More Like This
fiery vines and
roses with broken stems
only to wake up
wondering if we're still
These butterflies you've injected
into my stomach fly
around and lift me off my feet,
and although I hover above you,
you are never able to catch me
before I float away.
I've watched these
images you've painted of me
try to escape,
their hands trying to come
through the canvas.
I told you to let them go,
because they were trapped,
and tried to reach out for me.
I knew they were
the pieces inside my soul
and you gathered along the
They were the memories
you bottled up
so you would never forget.
your dreams seem to
hold nothing but death,
and although your cancer
is taking you away from me,
your spirit hangs on the wall
that you helped me paint.
We were radical dreamers
from the beginning,
and I'm sure that even after
your body quits fighting,
I'll be seeing you soon.
DistancesThe scent of vanillaDistances in Free Verse More Like This
fills the calm, still air
and enters my lungs
for all that has
been there before)
This wind chills
the back of my neck
and I cover it
with my hair
( that you said
smelt of honey)
In this white room
I wish to find solitude
and bring my beating heart
to a standstill
(like it did when
I thought of you)
on my arms, bare skin
you couldn't get over
(I can still feel your fingertips
on the edge of my elbows)
And so, among this
poetic distance I sit
in fierce solitude
and wonder if
you're with her.
(or at least
thinking of me.)
Times ScarsWrap my armsTimes Scars in Free Verse More Like This
behind my back
with the stem of a rose
and cut away my wings
with every weapon you have.
Take the fireflies out of
place them in a jar
and leave them to die.
Cut off my hair
leave me bald and naked
in the torn web of lies,
surrounded by constellations
that laugh at my patheticness.
I watched the light
from the jar begin
to fade, and yet
I still have more to say.
When you are finished,
will you sew my lips together?
And pierce my heart with
cupids arrow, and
leave me to bleed.
Time cannot save me,
only erase me from the memory
of everyone who dies
after I have gone.
But in my grave, I shall
still carry these scars
that lie engraved in my skin.
Letting goOpen your eyesLetting go in Other More Like This
Only to see visions of revolving memories,
You call out for the madness,
So that you can be beautiful
Bleed this sanity like a deadly virus
Crawling with nothing but dead hearts
Nail your happiness to a wall
So that you can tear it down again
Knowing it will never be of use to you.
Sunflowers outside your window,
Watch them decay within time,
And admire the beauty that evolves.
Smell of dead roses in the air,
You follow this path
That remains forgotten.
Your hands stitch your fate
Mending yourself together again,
After years of picking yourself apart.
You have nightmares of white roses,
Of children playing in the sunset,
Of a whiteness so pure,
You bleed after seeing the horrible visions.
These demons watch you through your cage,
And they come to caress your dreams
Of screaming butterflies
And fallen angels.
You carry these poisons,
Like a gift from hell.
Sit and watch while these
doves cry for help, and sleep
through the days that destroy themselves...
they can never be
Delicate IndulgencesWatching the stars fall fromDelicate Indulgences in Free Verse More Like This
the sky, I fell in love with
the fire they set.
I lay beneath a bleeding moon
and boxes with prints, this
world has fallen apart
and outside my window lay dead
The stars that fell
helped me set this
forest on fire, and we
let the moths begin to burn,
their ashes we let fall into
dripping peacock colors
into my hand.
Maybe I can be redeemed this
way, or maybe I shall perish
like the heart you once had.
While the earth dies,
we create chaos
and mummify the ashes of the moths
and the wings of the butterflies
and the peacock feathers,
into our hearts and pray
that tomorrow will not remember
the way we destroyed yesterday.
A missing worldA missing world in Free Verse More Like This
Placing the swollen heart in
the box with japanese print,
I watch winter fall away
and spring come to life.
These sunsets mean nothing
but a blood smeared sky
and a time to rejoice in everything
beautiful that colored the clouds.
These cats killed all the birds,
leaving behind flawless doves
that now choke on their own
tongues, and they scream...
but the forest cries are louder.
Hear the music of your secret heart
that fills the spaces
between the stars.
I held these burnt butterflies
in my hand
and let their ashes
blow away with the wind,
and watched them fall into the ocean waters
that flowed between my feet.
Dry rosesYou were the hidden sweetnessDry roses in Free Verse More Like This
behind my mercury-filled eyes.
The star behind the moon
that made me wonder where
you were hiding.
You gave me a dozen frozen
roses while I laid with
broken bones and tears
of jade and topaz and pearl.
You sewed my wings
back into their fractured
place in my back
and reminisced about the ways
you loved me.
Winter turned to spring
and the dozen frozen roses
were not even dry
when you left.
Your broken promises
I kept within the depths of my
veins, keeping them locked
deep within my heart,
allowing them to flow freely
A thousand gardens laid
within your smile and I counted
the numerous flowers that
grew there...only to find that
they withered away long ago
when you walked out the door.