The UrgeThoughts growing in my Head,The Urge in Free Verse More Like This
Leading me down a Path,
Path of sorrow and despair.
Farther away from the open Air.
Am I strong Enough,
Enough to fight the Urge,
The urge to Purge,
Myself from this Body.
Am I strong Enough?
To not succumb to Death's Call.
To take that final Fall,
Or can I ignore it and just Live.
True FriendsYou're a true Friend,True Friends in Free Verse More Like This
To the End,
To share and Care.
Can't thank you Enough,
Always cuts through the Fluff,
The fluff and Stuff,
That I deal with in Puffs.
Thank you so Much,
Always feel so Touched,
When I know I have true Friends,
That knows no Bends.
Friends, HelpersThink upon the happy Times,Friends, Helpers in Free Verse More Like This
They will guide You,
Make them True.
Let them take away the Blue.
Look to your Friends,
They will help heal the Bends,
Bends that hurt your Heart.
That keep your happiness Apart.
Friends are always There,
To help share your Pain.
Always let the Rain,
Wash over you,
Heal you, like friends Do.
MeRunning in Circles,Me in Free Verse More Like This
Not knowing Where,
Where I belong.
Do I really Care?
No one to Share,
All I want to Give,
All the Love.
Every part of Me.
Should I Be,
Be the real Me?
Stay the Same,
Change and turn?
Into someone who would Burn,
Everything inside of me.
Everything in my Path,
To show who I really Am.
CrashWanting to Crash,Crash in Free Verse More Like This
Let it all Out.
And just Die.
Don't want Sadness,
Wanting to wash it all Away.
When will you Come?
LonelinessLoneliness, go Away,Loneliness in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to Play.
You keep me Down,
Make me Frown.
Make me want to Die,
Want to Fly,
Away from my Body.
Away from the Earth.
Happiness come and Replace,
Take up the Space,
The loneliness hides In.
I don't want it to Win.
AngerAnger Inside,Anger in Free Verse More Like This
No place to Hide,
All the emotion I Feel,
Needing to Heal.
Anger that I saw this Coming,
Hidden by the Humming,
Of the others I lost,
But at what Cost.
How much more can I Take,
Before I eat the Cake,
The poison that will Make,
Make me Fake.
Help Me ??Someone help me, Please,Help Me ?? in Free Verse More Like This
Kill the Loneliness,
Kill the Depression,
Drag out my Happiness,
Bring it to the surface to Stay,
And make it Play,
Playful and Happy.
Someone please keep my Depression,
Or kill me Now.
Cause I just don't know How,
How I can live like This.
How much more I can Handle,
FriendsLean on you Friends,Friends in Free Verse More Like This
They know how to help your Bends,
That trouble your Heart,
And threaten to tear you Apart.
Keep the Close,
Let them help You,
Never see yourself as a Burden,
Cause they want to Help.
They want to be there for You,
Always this is True.
Help MeDeath consumes Me,Help Me in Free Verse More Like This
Making me Cry.
Wanting to Die.
To be free of Suffering.
Loneliness I Feel,
Wanting someone to Heal,
Heal all my Suffering,
Heal my injured Heart.
Wish that someone will find me Soon.
Before I pop like a Balloon.
Engulfed by Death,
And death becomes Me.
Love Spell: A VillanelleI offer you all you need and want to stay:Love Spell: A Villanelle in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The hugs and kiss and choc'late love, I brew.
Never be you to cast my love away.
Minor magic may be all that I pray;
Conjure a rose, add it to lovely stew.
I offer all you need and want to stay.
Summon, call forth the jewels of which you crave.
Into cauldron it goes, with passion, too.
Never be you to cast my love away.
A dove to good measure (and guide your way)
And this poem to help you see it through.
I offer all you need and want to stay.
A pinch and dash of lust, put into play
To make the love so deep, complete, and true.
Never be you to cast my love away.
My heart goes in, nary a price to pay.
Combined, I mix it well and chant for you:
I offer all you need and want to stay,
Never be you to cast my love away.
muted bloomer(its like a bashful bunnimuted bloomer in Free Verse More Like This
whose silentest of seas-
ons is spring-
ing up without
the prolix forget-me-
knots, all to ngu et-eye d up
timid beauty in somber
and my lapin persephone
whispers with a care-full
smile) its not thats a
secret. its that too (d)epth of
the deepness is deepe(r) than a
l(o)ve of the
laying in lingeryour soft, so (soft) sienna skinlaying in linger in Free Verse More Like This
skims the surface of my sincerest
linger of a finger
on a cleft of temptation,
your honey sweet voice vibrating in my ear most
faintly and mellifluous in the
mellow of the moment
it seems there is no wrong,
for the world is us, and we the world,
spinning in our own cosmos,
alone with you
i welcome the warmth of your kiss,
innocent and sweet, and sweeter still
is how much i love you
and always will
oxytocina chemical rushoxytocin in Free Verse More Like This
from a skinny brush
to create strengths crafted
with contingent love and
euphoria swells, its only quell
be the lofty doubt
that billows as well but
dopamine bonds help my head
stay strong and your gorgeous
(eyes your hair your skin your smell)
fills my heart with hope
that this chemical romance
will soon elope
See text... it wont fit hereThe Endless Conflict of Black and White by Sir Nicholas SchramSee text... it wont fit here in Free Verse More Like This
To see your eyes, tired, tear-y and torn,
Devours my heart, for Pain's dark appetite is infinitely ravenous;
For Pain is my infinity enemy.
To caress your heart, whisper it back into comfort;
To assuage and mend your troubled mind;
To kiss and raise your soul, return it to pristine bliss,
Is my strongest desire, from gray heart to white fist.
My incapabilities consume me, as Pain's you simply toys.
But my weakness must always succumb to tenacity;
No demon shall grasp your heart indefinitely
While my hands can still pry black talons from white love.
I will forever be your gray defender,
Soothing your soul when the darkness sets in.
Never you need fear, for Pain will always be vanquished
By the will of my being.
Rest easy, my sweet,
And let my love be your shield.
Murmurs of FingertipsSenses flowMurmurs of Fingertips in Free Verse More Like This
like tidal words
Ebbing from within me,
flowing from my lips
so that I may take you in:
the subtle textures of
Your hair whispering
leaves in a penumbra breeze
I must dip you down
the verbosity of my feelings
across your body;
sup full of your
until we each overflow
into the encumbering
bunnia hintly scruff and tail of puff;bunni in Free Verse More Like This
o, the caffeine nose and tight-rope toes:
my bunni's the best, but don't play it rough,
or with a huff and a fluff,
she'll play it tough
and fill you with woes,
but she fills me with luff,
for everyone knows
she's the most lovely, even more than a rose
All alongHow longAll along in Free Verse More Like This
have the years been melting around you,
Pooling, waiting for me
To collect the delicate and viscous drops
In my drying heartwell?
have I been wandering paper mazes
Who wouldnt fold to my will;
Towering walls blotting the timely heavens,
Only the occasional breeze
To guide towards the truth?
have my clouds been moving
To a pair of bluer skies,
Where the days are longer
And even a stormy night
Is just another reason
To dance between the moonbeams?
have you been so full
PillowI found a pillow,Pillow in Free Verse More Like This
But I couldnt wait till night
So I napped in the afternoon.
Not in months
Had I rested so well.
As I slipped back
Across the cusp of consciousness,
My pillow stayed, wonderful
And fragrant, and I slept
With a sweet lost kiss
In my lips.
Haiku BreakfastI dream in Haiku.Haiku Breakfast in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
But when the monsters come
I am awakened.
Peanut Butter is
Best when licked off the fingers
(Elbows, knees and toes.)
I pledge allegiance
But my flag is often used
To conceal the truth.
I wrote a poem
But it stuck to the pages
Like a lollypop.
© 2007 Mark Pearce
Neuro-Linguistic ProgrammingNeuro-Linguistic Programming in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I cant do ANYTHING right.
And so you cant.
I dont have what it takes.
Indeed, you dont.
Im not very good at this.
I can tell youre not.
I have trouble finishing things.
And so you wont.
Im not very pretty, you know.
Yes. Ive noticed.
A brief interlude.
Im about to get it right.
Im developing what it takes.
Ive gotten better a
Poetry is - ,Poetry is - in Free Verse More Like This
Poetry is a way of ensuring that
Mankinds most beautiful thoughts
© 2007 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
Why I WriteSometimes for tactile enjoyment,Why I Write in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Between pencil and paper.
Sometimes to dispel boredom.
Sometimes to entertain.
Sometimes to withdraw.
For no reason at all.
Why I Write
Mark Pearce (c) 2007
Explain To Me This LoveExplain To Me This Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Its a cool spot in the foundry.
A smile the day it rained.
The essence of conundrum
And the inverse of disdain.
It leaps upon, like monkeys
And it kisses way the pain.
It's love. Unfortunately,
It cannot be explained.
Explain To Me This Love
© 2007 Mark Pearce
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
Husband's Lament...Husband's Lament... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When youre gone
Clouds gnash their teeth
And spit out translucent enamel.
When youre gone
Wind thrashes round,
Testing the will of hardened trees.
When youre gone
The cell phone rings persistently
But the answer button disappears.
When youre gone
Food tastes vacant
And makes you hungry.
When youre gone
The nos and you cant do thats
Crowd out the why not's? and the yeses.
When youre gone
Something within me is gone too.
Husbands Lament (When Youre Gone)
© 2007 Mark Pearce
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
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
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
I Criedforgetting me would be your wish but itsI Cried in Free Verse More Like This
not your heart that's stopping you now
and though you say its my fault and you
mock me and my pain i know you're just
pushing away those demons of feeling
you hurt me and you laugh while i'm
on the floor beneath you sobbing
but i know to drop any lower would be
certain death for your composure
you're just looking out for yourself
and however selfish that is its your
choice to make just as its mine to
drop my banner of hate and accept
that you're done and its over with us
oh but what memories we had and to
forget those would be such a waste of
replayed film in my mind behind my eyes
all the time as i look at you flashes from
Polaroids that dance but you burn them cause
you want them back but they're pirouetting just
out of your reach so you cry
AgainI breathe you inAgain in Free Verse More Like This
the faintest trace of you
clinging to an inch of fabric
a square of skin
my eyes roll back
and remember you
and my hands that
and fingers that tangled
in your hair
they ache and writhe
to touch you again
while my knees go weak
and giggles build up
as lazy bubbles that
pop on empty space
where you were
just a moment ago
i just have to close my
and breathe you in
and you're here
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
The OceanI hearThe Ocean in Free Verse More Like This
and I am afraid
for I have been sucked under
and have known Poseidon's
and I find my mortality
as my skin is shredded
like ripe fruit
against the glass shards
of sand upon which
my fingers snatch no purchase
as up or down leaves me
and gravity is taken
into the hands
of one who knows no
but I am simply
a helpless mind
I cannot escape him
cannot escape the waves
that crush me
and tumble me over
back to where I belong
upon the safe shore
where I might return
and breathe again
and be afraid
for I hear
I'm SorryI'm sorryI'm Sorry in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm sorry i'm not the girl you knew
i'm sorry that you never had a clue
that this girl was here that she could breathe
and hate and hurt and yell and seethe
i'm sorry you fell in love with me
when i was still innocent and free
and i wish that you'd have seen
who was hiding behind the scenes
but its too late now
got to up and take my bow
that once again i've proved
that once i'm gone i can't be moved
from off the edge, i'd like to tempt
my gravity with my contempt
but i'm still scared enough to stop
before my foot hits the drop
just hope i can still pull back
when i find that courage i lack
before its too late
and there's no time left to wait
Two Little Boystwo little boysTwo Little Boys in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in a field of smoke
and fiery chill
and blood-red mud
do they thank you now
for the thrill of a lie?
two little boys
stand alone in darkness
and flashes of truth
and whines of angels
do they understand you now
as to why they cry?
two little boys
are not going home
and bid goodnight
and say one last prayer
do they forgive you now
when you knew they'd die?
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
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.
unqualified after midnightunqualified after midnight in Free Verse More Like This
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
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.
on postcards homeon postcards home in Free Verse More Like This
We have an illness, its symptoms can't be cured
with painkillers and bed rest, we are tucked inside
our own breath and like to sleep there, with the cold
frowning against into skin. We are ugly
in our infected cells, in places like knee caps and smile lines.
Our DNA folds up and falls out like hair looking
for residence in the pavement cracks.
We are slowly changing into non-living particles
edging closer into each others blood-stream,
it's warmer there.
I would like you to stop saying you hate yourself,
it reminds me of gun shots and loud music,
I can't find my bullet proof vest or ear plugs
so I know this will hurt like broken jaws and bruised skin.
I guess I got tired of giving you wire hugs
to make it all better, the connection is never strong enough
and everything gets tangled on the way,
what I really wanted to do was leave all the scarves at home
and tell secrets into palms of your hands like electric heaters.
We know how to laugh so much it makes doors fly open,
lessons we do not learni was at the airport when i tried to reach you,lessons we do not learn in Free Verse More Like This
telling you secrets bandaged in old news papers.
i guess i was expecting you to hear harder
than the plastic tubes and upsurge onto the first flight out here,
with a plaster and a blue flashing light.
i could not explain how i died there
on the terminal floor, with three men with guns not-looking
and a child running by.
this is what heartbreak is, i thought -- a lack of oxygen,
the force of gravity, loss of bone mass, a cot death,
a bulldozer, an assassination, a loss of faith, brain cancer
and three-day seconds where the world floats by
with knives in its eyes
because nobody sees the deceased
beneath this kind of skin.
mutemute in Free Verse More Like This
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
what the fuck was i thinkingi have a thousand handswhat the fuck was i thinking in Free Verse More Like This
to hold you with, a tiny kneecap
to scold you with.
i saw us through kaleidoscopes
shifting into each other for years.
through the sun for months, maybe
i'm remembering you all wrong
but i thought you clicked your shoulders into
my sockets and bent down to kiss
my chest muscles. i thought you carried 6 months
worth of me in a space between your nasel passages and sinuses
so you could try and do more than just breathe me,
but feel me, but see me,
but love me in new ways
that humans should not.
i thought i thought i thought
i'd have years to trace your organs
sloshing around in oceans of insides,
so i could stroke your liver
as your tide came in and smile closely
into your belly button.
i thought the tumor had gone, detached from my heart valves
and fell through my pores. it's back
with a claw in my throat and rifle on my skull
scratching until blood and puss is only left.
i'm left with these fossels rotting away,
with these foetuses
with nothing but us inside.
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
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.
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?
Broken ManI stand before you now as nothing more than a broken manBroken Man in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nothing in life so far seems to have gone according to plan
I'm not exaggerating when I say almost everything has gone wrong
Really talking about it though I have done without for so long
What are you suppose to do when as a person you're broken
When the pain you feel is beyond any words that can be spoken
The pain I felt so much it reverberated throughout my soul
It consumed any light that came into it just like a black hole
It quickly got to the point where I was in a state of depression
It was then I decided my feelings shouldn't be under suppression
I honestly believe that I am beyond the point of saving
I didn't realise someone to talk to was what I had been craving
That was when she walked into my life and asked me to walk
She easily took my hand and asked me to begin to talk
Because of her I no longer feel the need to run and hide
She is the one person in whom I know that I can always confide
It is because of her continued
HopeI find myself trying to establish a feeling of hopeHope in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's one of the few things that will help me to cope
At the moment, into dark memories, my mind is a funnel
But I am trying to hope there is light at the end of the tunnel
Through seeing a professional, I hope to end the distress
And that at long last I will finally begin to make some progress
Like so many others around the world, I feel so lost and alone
It is these specific feelings that I am hoping I can disown
I have had to look within myself to find the needed strength
To get better, after so many have kept me at arm's length
I am not foolish though, one woman has helped me along the way
Just how grateful I am to her, I cannot ever begin to hope to say
Though I do thank you for making me finally go through with this
If it works I will be so grateful for finally finding some internal bliss
I am hoping that my problems, from doing this, I can rise above
And that when I am finally better, I can get the woman that I love
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
End of the World?..Yeah RightApparently today is our last day on this earthEnd of the World?..Yeah Right in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Apparently today is the day of Christ's rebirth
Today is supposed to be the day of the rapture
My belief in all of this chaos still requires capture
Those who believe are supposed to float into the sky
Though for now I think that I will continue to stand by
I don't mean to be insulting to those who believe in this
If not today, I hope that one day you'll find eternal bliss
To me today is another dreary day in the middle of May
I really do believe, despite all the fear, things will be okay
Whilst some people I know are all consumed with fear
After a good week I am still here the embodiment of cheer
Fifteen minutes later, no events yet have taken place
Though I have made peace with loved ones, just in case
I am sorry to those I offend, your beliefs; I do not mean to attack
It just that the same kind of faith as you is something that I lack
SuccessToday I have managed to achieve some successSuccess in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It is my joy over this I am going to try to express
It has finally come to me after several failed tries
My happiness after succeeding is hard to disguise
I find myself twitching and shaking with unbridled joy
I am finally allowed to use my most dangerous toy
For this moment in time, happiness is something I reclaim
My car though, is something I find I still need to name
Now someone's company by my side is what I request
Because we can go anywhere now I've passed my test
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
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
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
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.
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,
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.)
SearchingSearching in Free Verse More Like This
I try to forget
the color of the sky
and the butterflies
locked inside my heart,
as I force myself to focus on you.
I wander the landscape,
walking on water,
flying over deep-set canyons
and running through
fields of fallen stars.
Searching for an end
that you never seem to come.
I asked them,
the ravens, if they knew
where you were.
"Follow the path
of dying trees
and black roses," they say.
So I did as they said,
with their words
and your picture,
in my mind.
After years of looking for you,
I came to the end of the
trail, and found you
standing by moonlight
holding a black rose.
You were young,
and still beautiful,
but I had aged with time.
The last petal of the rose
you were holding
fell to the ground,
and with it,
I withered away...
and died in your arms.
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.
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.
. 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.
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
she sold seashellsfrancesca sits at the sill with swarthy legs dangling seaward. their holiday home cliffs off to the heaving ocean and together they sigh in a breathy unison. wind gushes around her, quieting her with a 'shhhhh' and gently suggesting a fall. she licks dry lips and almost succumbs to the wind's murmurs. how easy it would be for her to slip and fall weightlessly into the warm sea that held her as a child.she sold seashells in General Fiction More Like This
every april they come here and every may they leave once more. francesca leaves the city behind- and with bottles of sand and broken shells she tries to bring the sea back with her. but inspiring smoke and exhaling city air will never really be breathing, as pavements and bitumen will never be hot sand between her toes.
the ocean does not hide its desire for the girl. it aches to swim across her baked-earth skin and cling to her heavy eyelashes long after she has surfaced. its throbs and crashes against the shore with a reckless yearning. look at that, her mother had sighed once,
leavemedon'tleaveme.you make me sick. you make my stomach fold in on itself and press out against the lining of my flesh. you put lumps in my throat and you tie strings to my tear glands and tug until the world is just a panoply of blurred lines, hazy colour and bokeh.leavemedon'tleaveme. in Biography & Memoir More Like This
you made me do this. you put the knife in my fingers and you told me to tear, you said you would care if i hurt myself like this. you said youd care if i opened my flesh up for you like a gift of blood and flesh and tissue. but you never really did.
i like being small, i like being the blue eyed girl sitting amidst background noise, rubber band arms holding the necks of her legs together. i like being the blue eyed girl with hands holding her from spilling in a mess at everyones toes. i like it when theyre your hands.
i try to define you with mental disorders. i say you have schizophrenia and pretend its a valid excuse. im in love with one of your personalities, but the other doesnt even notice
owl boyLight spills like milk from the window. It drips bright upon his face. He is naked, he is the milk spilt from the window to the floor. He is sleeping now.owl boy in Short Stories More Like This
Sun whistles her breeze in the trees this late August and the birds are drunk with birdsong. He sleeps on through the sound. A quiet, dreaming boy. She kneels and kisses his fingers, soft.
Sun dances, warm and alight, across the sky until she is weary, disappearing with sleep herself. Calling, Moon! Moon! Im so tired my love, I will fall a moment and sleep And he will become her in the sky, following after her until sleep becomes of he, too. And the chase will continue into morrow.
But sun and moon are none, because he wakes. He wakes and he breathes slow like the beach when there is only you to watch. He wakes and the colour leaks behind half-open eyes and he is naked, so very naked this cold now-night.
A clock hand whispers the fleetingness of each moment from the wall and a cat drinks from a fish bowl. The
dear diary, today i diedshe's a ghost of a girl in the mirror. dark hair tangles like weeds below her shoulders and cuts at grey eyes. harsh shadows don't leave her with a skeleton like she sometimes hopes, but she feels it in her mind. feels the sharp edges and the trembled fragility, the silent cry for another's flesh and that outward plea of don't break me. cold fingers make love to cold glass while the sky cries over and over for sun.dear diary, today i died in Biography & Memoir More Like This
this afternoon death made to kiss her lips but missed. he'd come so close she now knows what nothing doesn't feel like and she cannot fear it. it's a blankness so removed from consciousness she cannot reach it with thought- but she had drowned in it and forever the extent of nothingness will stay with her. she shivers. she is wet, she is cold, but she breathes. hear her breathe, louder now than the wind outside.
the rain had witnessed them; two friends walking beneath an vast umbrella. legs bare and teeth bare in laughter. the rainclouds had swollen with envy, coughin
sickDeath slouches over the edge of her bed, licking his lips as he caresses her thighs. He sings the noise of wind and rain crashing all around and her head throbs with the sound. Her head is hot. Her forehead is on fire and her cheeks catch alight with it. She burns silently and sees red, red, black.sick in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Tiny insects have crawled beneath her fingernails and they dig with tiny claws and teeth until they are swarming beneath her skin, biting outward at her flesh. Each vertebrae carries bruises and as she tosses her body about the bed they ache loudly and sharply.
All the heat has rushed to her face, her body shakes like a leaf in wind and goosebumps make known on every limb. I am dying, she tells herself- she can hardly hear this amongst the sound of hornets and the pressure in her head, but death smiles.
Her voice is lost. She calls aloud for someone and only death can make out the words. She cannot swallow, she can no longer move. Her hands desperately comfort her skin and she feels it like
lilyat cliff edge my darling dances, tiptoes and windswept honey-gold hair. i say, 'my sweet come to daddy, come here princess, you're scaring me.' but that roar of wind is so loud in her ears she sways and looks upon me a moment like i've been only quiet admiring, never calling. she laps in the taste of salty-wave and sand, and she is magic in all her softness. but she is so close and one toe pushes rock downledge and i'm running, oh dear me, i'm running for my darling on the sea cliff, i'm running and i'm all love for her. for her who is me in those eyes and lips, who is me in those smiles. i'm running and she's stopped, standing with her little lips apart like that, puffy bottom lip dropped and sunshine all sparkly white-blue in her eyes. she's stopped and i cannot, i'm running, i'm running, oh silly me, running downwards towards her on the cliff and i have her in my arms, my fairy princess! my brighter-than-sun darling! we're dancing and then, oh, toes, foot slips, we slip and are falllily in General Fiction More Like This
strings of pearls and breathunderwater they are mermaids. patterns of poolwater-caught sunshine dancing in soft-edged white upon their long legs (tails). red hair like ocean fire and fingers ever reaching for the bubbles, like pearls but from out their mouths. darting up between their fingers.strings of pearls and breath in General Fiction More Like This
there are places here, beneath here, beneath the sound of their mother yelling at their father and the loud rough of the neighbours dogs bark, where they can breathe. breathe the dead leaves in water whirlpools beneath their feet and breathe the chlorine, leaving eyes red and hair green at the tips. breathe the quiet of their bodies and their imagined underwater world, so colour-dipped and alive.
their eyes are closed tight and they press their heads together, on the pool steps. one holds the others hand and together they love a love that is shimmer on water waves edge, pink casing on sundown clouds and toe nails with pink polish peeling. they love and in the silence of their love (and sound of life
intoxicationi see naked bodies in the gutter as i walk queen street at 3 am. they make love, awkward but warm in the concrete curve. i don't place their clothes. i think it is wonderful though. the heat, the heat.intoxication in Short Stories More Like This
my entire body is rolling from heavy to light, like the shore. my head is humming and my limbs ache dull. there is a sickness in my stomach or in my throat. i think that maybe my stomach is wanting to force itself out my throat- but i won't have that.
i walk further. there are no straight lines to follow but i picture them in my mind and still cannot walk across them. i trip, tumble on the edge of the pavement and no one sees. the alcohol pulses through my blood stream and i begin to shout
i love her, i fucking adore her!
the brisbane night sky answers with an offset of bat noises and far off traffic. they don't understand though, they could never feel this. the sky may love the sun for lighting it each day and the moon for gracing its canvas with a milky glow, but it does not know the l
before, beforei am only just thirteen. he is sixteen. i am in love/lust/crush.before, before in Biography & Memoir More Like This
my best friends big brother, or friends ex boyfriend, is tall. once or twice i imagined kissing him. but he never would. he is friends with the boy who is sixteen. and besides he is my best friends big brother or my friend's ex boyfriend. and i am not a bad person.
i am tall too, you know. i am stretched skyward but there was no more to stretch, just bone. so i am not really that tall at all. but i pretend i am. how tall are you? oh above average, you know, pretty tall.
the brother says want to come and see j? and my heart leaps and i sing yes but he only hears a nod and there's no time to change. my chest is flat and my shirt doesn't cover my belly button but i don't really mind, you know, it's brown and flat like stretches of australia my father used to talk about. that's me; land.
the air is the kind of cool it only ever is at nighttime. not winter, no that's a different kind. you can tell by the night-y smell and the
this aprilThe moonlight falls through squinting blinds, bowing softly to hug the arc of his naked body. The blankets are strewn about his toes as a girl, no more than sixteen, lays wide-eyed and warm-bodied beside him.this april in Biography & Memoir More Like This
She silently watches the dreams come and go beneath his eyelids, she quietly feels his chest rise, rise then fall and she listens to the heavy breathing that accompanies it. Beautiful breathing, she thinks, tracing generous lips with fingertips.
The air is cool but she is alight.
Everything in this room bathes in blue shade. She watches the alarm clock beside the bed, numbers coming and going out of fashion before her eyes. Now it wears 0, 4, 2 and 9. Melbourne will burn beneath the April sun shortly. She does not need the sun for warmth anymore but the city always will.
His arm no longer sleeps wrapped around her and she feels the emptiness below her breasts as though nothing is really something after all. He sighs in sleep and it is not a heavy sigh but a light-hearte
engraved into my soulwhen i find you there's no letting goengraved into my soul in Free Verse More Like This
im gonna hold you till im dead and cold
when you wait for someone for so long
time becomes a hated song
buht as time moves forward so does your love
seeping through your skin; flying like a dove
day after day, year after year
ill wait and wait without a tear
and when we meet ill be whole
with you engraved into my soul
promisefly with mepromise in Free Verse More Like This
fly higher than the sun
Die with me
6 feet under
we'll be better
hide with me
in this place in my heart
from the very start
try with me
2 heads are better than 1
cause i believe in the end
the world will be stunned
my with me
did that make any sense
buht eitheir way our love is dense
we'll float to surface
we'll make is someday
juss promise that you'll
be with me
promise you wont leave me astray
Deny that i love youask me if i love youDeny that i love you in Free Verse More Like This
and ill always deny
cause my heart says no
buht my minds no lie
cant get myself to say it
cause what yu put me through
wont ever restore this
if only you knew
baby when i use to love
not saying im all through
buht back in the day
my love was so true
no matter how much you pressure
you wont break my hue
cause every time
ill deny that i love you
perfect kisswhere my words fall your lips replaceperfect kiss in Free Verse More Like This
moving at a steady pace
im not gonna lie wow it was amazing
the feelings i once had are now phasing
im starting to feel that old spark
our first kiss was the start
heaven on earth is what i felt
my old love is beginning to melt
though my feelings arent strong
on this night are act was far from wrong
we found something we both can share
i can remember your fingers through my hair
your smooth fingers on the small of my back
my sanity beginning to crack
ill remember that smile that began this bliss
as we sailed away to our perfect kiss
i still love yew 2running away from lovei still love yew 2 in Free Verse More Like This
exspecially because of you
hiding out till this is all gone
making sure hearts not wrong
hanging up my armor
throwing down my sword
im sick and tierd
of this lousy war
escaping my feelings
letting them down cold
trying to buy back my
heart to whom it once
laying down my head tonite
dreaming no more of you
&nd it's weird how i can
still sit here and say
i still love yew 2...
Behind&nd if tomorrow were the last dayBehind in Free Verse More Like This
I'd run too you
&nd if today was my day of faith
all my dream's I'd pursue.
I'd run till the moon nd sun are aligned
I'd scream your name till are finger's
but, something dosent seem right
about this plan of mine.
Things are happening around us. . .
things i cant see
things you seem to not mind.
Can you see me?
or are we both blind?
cause love's where we belong
but we passed the exit..
i didnt see the sign's.
Can we go back?
or all this
give me a chance to see. . .
Im here to remind.
deathwhy am i here?death in Free Verse More Like This
sittin in tears
why am i breathing?
hasnt been enough
im tierd of this
put me to rest
ive ached enough
ive gave it my best
and still im defeated
overpowered by one
and still im greeted
everyday by the sun
stop i dont wanna hear it
my descion is made
death is my resort
where theres no
pain or hate
i love yew all
lets put it at that
buht its time
its time to crack
death marks this note
and tears stain
buht maybe its to late
im letting my blood drain
Sorry?do i hurt cause i've been hurt?Sorry? in Free Verse More Like This
or is all part of life's plan?
can i stop it's awful churn?
or keeping going nd declare
my lesson learned in the end?
am i allowed to say im sorry?
or do my words no longer speak?
when will you forgive me?
or do i still hurt you like
a blood sucking leeche?
Is there a better way to say im
or should i just leave?
can i take everything back?
or should i just add on to my
should i start over?
make it fresh
or should i keep
silent nd let you
feed off my living flesh?
my feelings are all gone..my feelings are all gone.. in Free Verse More Like This
Searching for the feelings
though there long gone
wishing i could feel them
there must be something wrong??
i was praying for the day i could say i was over yew
and now that its here i feel so blue
incomplete; without a trace
to the way i use 2 feel
it was rt in my face...
is this how i wanted it?
or did i do smthing wrong?
cause im longing for you more and more
though my feelings are gone
mindif all else failsmind in Free Verse More Like This
i know you'll prevail
if time is running out
you'll live without a doubt
if the sun shuts down
you'll brighten the world
and this town
if the earth dries up
i know youll fill my cup
if my hearts broken
i know you'll mend
cause forever will you
be more than just a friend
if my life goes blind
i know you'll help me find
atleast thats how it is in my mind