In Regards to my Left FootTired foot, you're shivering nowIn Regards to my Left Foot in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But should I have a new task
You'd bravely unfreeze somehow
And never a favour ask
Bleeding toe, your endless woe
You take without a plea
Am I really your friend or foe?
I run you ruthlessly
Worthy foot, please don't rest
Although I should repay you
As thanks for each trial and test
Don yourself a suede shoe
Work tonight? Not a chance
My loyal friend, tonight let's dance
S.S. MelliesSo I was thinking of the other dayS.S. Mellies in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That letter you wrote in case I ever died
I love your jeans that are covered in paint
Because they remind me of when
We painted your room and you said
You hoped I got fumes in my eyes
Recall last fall when we found a cat
Named him Moz after that Smiths guy
You pulled at his tail so he'd attack
Me but instead he just ran away
You said it was because he never
Liked me but at least we tried
Your hatred is worth smiling for
'Cause I know
When you tell me to go
You love me all the more
And then there was the Friday you sought
Release, said you couldn't take being treated
Like a machine so you left me for a robot
But she wasn't there when your birds blew up
She helped you win some war against me
But as you sit alone defeated
I know there's hope because last night
You threw me in the lake
And hoped I'd get sick or take a bite
Then you could make me soup and say
"I told you so" and call me stupid
And tell me how much you hate
Your hatred is worth smiling for
Vena amorisBruised apples into tidepools bubbledVena amoris in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Up and over from the orphan's shout
Cut your finger so your soul bleeds out
Into the ocean with her waters troubled
Moonlit scales see their fortunes doubled
As hearts fall Tritonian blue into drought
Fleeing geysers spitting whistling about
A story laced with absinthe and rubble
He eats violins like an epicurean king
The kid on the shore clothed in brick
Your blood washes up like a frozen trick
It smells like newspaper and spring
Drinks to the rats the small and the sick
The salty claret not owed to a thing
Gin and CandyLocks are for doors, cobs are for cornGin and Candy in Free Verse More Like This
Blue is for everything else
Passwords and keyboards and sword fights
(And dimmed lights)
And believe me, everything else
All that you see, please promise me
You'll do well to forget
If you hold it against me
(Do so gently)
I swear you'll never forget
Electronic days, forlorn daze
Keep them away from the world
Ropes and rings and things like games
(Cat games, kitchen dames)
What has become of the world?
Rotten Snap-AppleSlumberRotten Snap-Apple in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Her heart's fire
Beats; sustaining lumber
But some night, should this drum tire
That rising chest
In a confused slow haze
Will sneak upon her in her rest
Those black curtains with ease
Sing her to sleep by moonlit coo
Gently she goes
A dark sleep drawing nigh
Bringing her daylight to a close
Lingering through our dreams
Sing like her, if you can hear it
Not Only...But AlsoI have a feverNot Only...But Also in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My toes are cold
I'm allergic to dogs
My cat's been sold
I want a kiss
My lips are chapped
I'm going away
My house is trapped
You stole my grass
My lawnmower broke
I'm not sad enough
I can't tell a joke
I forgot how to write
My pen's out of ink
I lost my happy mood
My brain can't think
Finally, Some RelevanceOnce was the drink soFinally, Some Relevance in Free Verse More Like This
Dark and so strong so
Deliciously bitter so
Worth the l o n g
Sting of the tongue
But at the bottom so
Full of distaste so
Stale, really, so
Balefully pale and so shallow
So thoughtlessly mellow
Washed down with peanut
Butter to salt the wounds to
Stick in the throat to
Suffocate the taste away to
Speak of the haste used to
Wash from my sheets so
Black so reeking so
Meekly arrogant the taste
Stays so if a wrench pulls
The fool tongue from my
Mouth the tool says
But at the bottom so
Full of the top so
Sad, really, so
Gladly mad and so weary
So thoughtfully teary
Fuzzy Peach Town Coughing FitWhere in the world isFuzzy Peach Town Coughing Fit in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Our girl with beeswax lips
Our world with nevereverevereverending kisses
She has gone to the city
To the caves in the country
To a spot in the ocean that God
Made just for her
She has gone to a pretty
Pretty little thunder-struck
Chewed, beaten, animal-eaten
Burning little house
With a flute kept in her blouse
That Pan made just for her
Where in the world is
Our sad sad radish garden
Crowned with yellow words so mellow
So stiff so deep so stuck in mud
She has gone to a coffee store
A pastry shop a sandwich hut
To weep and sleep and strum along
The chords we wrote for her
She has crawled to a basement
Abasement etched along the walls
Words lost down in the falls
But she'll awake and sing again
The songs we need from her
Fluttering FeygeleWhy am I alone without a rainbowFluttering Feygele in Free Verse More Like This
Asked the dog to me while the house
Ached with a fire that licked the wood
So the men came with buckets and the
Women came with babies and I said
What a spectacle and the dog cried
Why am I alone without a rainbow
While the grey marshmallows expanded
In the wet mouth of the child that was
The sky over the house and the cats
Knew to get out with the heat kissing
Their tails the boy said to the dog Shoo
Don't you see the red red red red fire and
The dog said to me
Why am I alone without a rainbow
I saw it all but blue eyes go bluer when
Light embraces the lashes and spreads
Invidiously across the pupils so that
Light is all you will ever see but eventually
Even light is black and the dog says
Why am I alone without a rainbow I say
Play With MeBoy: Let's playPlay With Me in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Girl: No I want to play with my doll
Boy: Leave that stupid doll, let's play
Girl: No I want to play with my doll
Boy: Let's play, your doll looks different all hands and legs
Girl: Hehe she did not depart yet, that's why she looks normal
Boy: How do people depart?
Girl: I don't know, I know my uncle, father and sister did
Boy: How did it happen?
Girl: I don't know?
If I cut her hands will my doll depart?
Boy: No she will still live
Girl: Hehe off with her hands!
Boy: And her legs too
Girl: Can we depart?
Boy: Yes we all can, but we need a special light
Girl: My mommy said that when we turn all black and ugly we would've departed
Boy: Yes and you have to lose your head to fully depart
Girl: If I lose a hand?
Boy: No you won't depart
Girl: A leg?
Boy: No you will still be alive
Girl: I want to depart but I want to stay pretty
Boy: Oh look a truck!
Girl: I want that truck
Boy: No I want it; you have your stupid doll
Girl: No I want it
Boy: No, it's mine mine, min
His ThoughtsHe sits there smoking a cigaretteHis Thoughts in General Fiction More Like This
Watching her sleep peacefully
"It's been a long night" he thinks to himself
He gets out of bed
Walks to his window, scratching his beard
"I need to shave" he thinks to himself
He flicks his cigarette, it hits the street
She gets out of bed, walks towards him
She kisses him, he kisses her back
He imagines himself pushing her
Watching her crash on the pavement
He shakes the image away, it's too grotesque
He imagines himself cutting his lips out
Can't bear to feel her skin…her lips
He shakes the image away, too much blood
She makes herself a cup of coffee
He watches her, stretching, enjoying the beautiful breeze
He imagines her dead…nearly dead
Suffering though her womanhood, trying to survive
"Now that's a site" he thinks to himself
They get dressed; he ignores her hints of love
She wears a blue dress, works perfectly with her tan
He wears a pair of blue jeans and white shirt that says
"Smile, you might die today"
She laughs at him, jumps demanding to be
Because Of The WarBecause of the war…I diedBecause Of The War in Free Verse More Like This
I lost my sister
She was 6 years old
She had brown hair
She had brown eyes
She always begged to be carried
Thought she would ruin her legs if she ever walked
She loved water and danced in it
She loved to stare into the night
She would laugh and run away
She would tell me we would live forever
We sat in the shelter
Too scared to sleep
She rolled under my arms and sat there
She said she would be safe there
We heard the bombings
That crushing sound
It went pitch black
We could barely breathe anymore
She was looking into my eyes
She knew it was the end
I could only cry, trying to convince her that we will survive
She was smiling
It's okay, we're going to a better place
We can play there and look at the stars
No more sudden sounds
No more blood
No amputated arms or legs
I started to feel sleepy
She was sleepy as well, yet she was still smiling
I smiled back drying my tears
She kissed me and said: I can see stars!
I held her, and breathed my last breath…we
An Empty StagePlay a record….An Empty Stage in Free Verse More Like This
Light a cigarette, and close my eyes
Try to remember how you look
Your face seems to fade away
Has it been that long?
I remember your touch
Your black humor
I remember certain words you used to say
Certain actions you used to make
Acting together on stage
Driving ourselves insane
Drinking till we pass out
You would say our own world
I would say a lovely trip
You would laugh and mock me
I would frown and curse you
You would challenge yourself
I would worry you would fall
You would stand on the edge and dare me to push you
I would cry and hold you back
You would hold me and say the same words:
"We will never belong to this world
We will die here…let's leave
Let's break free…let's leave
We will dissolve in this city
It's killing us…
Soon? Soon seems far away
I'll leave one day and I won't be coming back
You'll join me won't you?"
I would always laugh at these words
Knowing that you would never leave
I was wrong
The Misreable Queen"oh what a lovely night to dance" she said smilingThe Misreable Queen in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"how can you smile?" he said lighting another cigarette
"I fool myself" she said
"have you decided when to die?" he asked
"when the summer hits the bloom" she said smiling
"The leaves have turned grey" he said
"The birds are still sleeping" she said smiling
"You play the drama" he said throwing his cigarette away
She played with her hair
closed her eyes and sighed
Sang an old tune
played with one of her curls
smiled and opened her eyes
"will you join me?" she asked
"I'ld rather stay alone" he said lighting another cigarette
"I'll ponder around for a while" she said
"I'll join you when you decide to plunge" he said
they argue for a while
He pushes her into the ground
She just smiles
He walks away
She just lies there
Waiting for the sun to die
She stops smiling
stands up and walks away
"I'm the misreable queen
The one who would not stop smiling
The one who lost it all
the one who..."
She finds Him
Grabs his hand
Screams in his ears
BeirutMy beautiful city has turned into a ghost townBeirut in Free Verse More Like This
Buildings look lonely
They just stand there
Hoping to be noticed
I drive around
The air is filled with smoke
The roads look ashamed
They're ashamed of their state
People peer out, hoping to be free
Where's my freedom?
Why would one person want to change our lives?
The city feels lonely
Youngsters that roam its street hide away
Hoping to dance again
Hamra Street screams with anger
Where are you?
South coast of Beirut is naked now
Trying to stand still but failed after the constant rape
The South is lamenting its loss
While bodies convey a new space
The stench of death clouds my mind
I can't look at the dead bodies anymore
My lens tries to focus, while my tears dry away
Anger is my motive now
Where is my beautiful city?
What have they done to you?
Where's our freedom?
I can't seem to find it under this wreck…
I can't find a pulse…
Beirut, my lovely city
The South, a mourning land
Lebanon…tears fall down
MetamorphosisThe art of war conveys itself through bloodMetamorphosis in General Non-Fiction More Like This
A surreal reality of utter madness
I have seen voices transform into creatures
Pores transform into specks of dust
A mother suffocates her child
Death is the constant factor
I have seen theories of hope
Clash through the insanity of reality
The images of horror, as a stench fill up
Slash the wrists of the enemy
I have seen a faded smile
Golden gritted teeth, crunching flesh
Pieces of corpses of beings
Shattered through a street
I have seen a city revolt through time
A city of death, waiting...waiting
Superimposed feelings of numbness
Death is just another word
I have seen guts splattered
A map of dotted intestines
Of sparkling fears...lumps of hate
Mesmerized through stillness
I have felt the rage...crushed feet
The glittery cries...the tainted clothes
Distorted cheeks...disfigured feelings
Cinematography of masses...
I have cuddled eyes that belong
A despotic land...where no one knows
The meaning of a glance...exchanged smiles
I Woke Up...Then Summer CameI woke up one day hugging a heart,I Woke Up...Then Summer Came in Free Verse More Like This
I was shocked to find it in my hands
Lying there so peacefully
I had to find its owner
Who could survive without a heart?
The sun was shining, warning me of sunburn
Summer wasn't all that beautiful when you're walking
Soft heat tanning my face and shoulders
The heart was smiling enjoying the breeze, the warmth
I was careful not to step on the dead leaves
I sat in the shades and cuddled the heart
It cuddled like a cat and pumped instead of purring
I asked a dragonfly of the heart's owner…it ignored me
The orange state made me want to cry
It has been a while and the heart was still in my hands
The wind grew stronger…it was a sign
I had to react
I asked the heart "who do you belong to?"
The heart cuddled and said "That's for you to find out"
It was getting cold
Fall seemed like it was betraying me
The heart would never survive winter…and it was dancing in the far fields
I went to the sea…winter sat there mocking me
I held the heart worried it might fall
Bionic WomanHave you ever seen a Bionic Woman?Bionic Woman in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The way she walks
The way she talks
She moves with a constant blank in her eyes
As if she lost her own soul
She forces a smile
She drags her feet
As long as she's alone
She finds the best answers
She holds the best parties
When the sky is grey
She barely looks at her fingers
Even though she worries about them
She doesn't even glance at strangers
She is oppressed by her own decisions
She constantly contemplates suicide
Her walls are white
Blank! Blank just like her eyes
No sign of life
As if she was never there
A glimpse of her presence
Is all that is remembered
She suffers from the lack of grace
She radiates moments
Moments of laughter
There's a constant buzz in her ears
She tries to ignore it, but fails
A reminder of her failure
She ignores herself again
Another day to wear black
Another day to drown
Yet her posture evolves
No sorrow, no pain, just a constant itch!
She'll walk up to you and say
"I'm a Bionic Woman, I never cry"
PeripheriaI wonder why I have resigned to sorrowPeripheria in General Non-Fiction More Like This
They way a sparrow weeps at night
I always thought he would disappear like other birds when it gets dark
He just stands there and weeps, actually squirms like a little thing
Oh how little do I feel
Little of all the stupid things
All the tiny details that screw my mind
I would wake up, get dressed….
I embrace the rain
Makes me feel alive
A constant reminder of living
I don't even remember my favorite book
The song I danced too
The words that make me cry
What's my character like?
Have I lost my conscience along the way?
Following the road that leads to nothing!
Stuck in a frame
Directed by myself
Maybe some grain along the way
Just to spice up the effect
Edited to fit a capsule
Can you see me?
Or am I just transparent?
Kill What HurtsI reach,Kill What Hurts in Free Verse More Like This
For one of the bottles,
Something inside me,
Tells me to stop,
That what Im doing,
That I cant do it anymore.
That I am killing myself.
I reach anyway,
Grip the bottle.
Bring it to my lips
And take it long,
It burns my mouth,
Throat and stomach.
For the briefest moment,
I feel complete.
The pain I carry,
I feel comfortable,
At rest, confident,
i feel good.
Damnit I felt good!
Leave as quickly,
As they had came.
I want them back,
Ill do anything.
I take another bottle,
It doesnt work.
Bottle after bottle,
Instead of feeling better,
I increasingly feel worse.
My only option is,
To try and kill.
Kill what hurts,
Take My SoulTake my soul,Take My Soul in Free Verse More Like This
Make me feel alive.
I dont like being dead anymore.
I want to feel emotion,
Instead of pretending I do.
Make me feel.
Through and through,
There isnt anything here.
I try to stay safe and warm,
But it isnt working.
Painful MemoriesMy memories,Painful Memories in Free Verse More Like This
Are sharp like,
They stab me,
Over and over.
Killing the spirit within.
I cant leave them.
They just keep returning,
I do not want them
Want to be NumbI have a muderous rage,Want to be Numb in Free Verse More Like This
And I need to kill.
Kill my heart,
Kill my mind,
Brings the stench of,
Hell and death.
Brings and urge for more.
Im killing now,
Quickly and effiecently.
But not quickly enough.
Kind EyesYour eyes,Kind Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
Are soft and beautiful.
They are the kindest,
I wish i could keep them,
I want to have you,
By my side forever,
Until my death.
Never leave me.
I couldn't be able to take it.
It would be the saddest of days.
Forever LastingI have a love,Forever Lasting in Free Verse More Like This
That will not be broken.
A forever lasting romance.
I have never known.
But now that I know it,
I dont ever want it to go.
I hope he loves me,
Just as much.
His sweet kisses,
Are what I live for.
Are the only comfort,
I will ever have.
When Im upset,
He is there.
When Im happy,
He is the reason.
I cant see life without him.
I dont know what,
Id ever do,
One in the crowdI stare at the crowd,One in the crowd in Free Verse More Like This
But only one sticks out,
I want to ask him why?
But i dont.
I just continue staring,
the silence between us,
I want to hug him,
Make his sorrow go away,
I wish to be closer to him,
But in the end, i cannot.
But at least the silence between us is broken
Untittled PoemCome down,Untittled Poem in Free Verse More Like This
Seem like nothing.
To another world.
Where its just,
Me and you.
In your arms.
All of my problems,
And throw them away.
I dont know.
Only you can,
Do it for me.
NO one can,
Make me as happy,
As you do.
Help MeMy wings,Help Me in Free Verse More Like This
And Im falling.
Farther and farther away,
If there is anyone,
That can help me,
Wrong from right.
Grow new wings,
Who I can be.
With your help,
I'll get better.
I'll leave my old life behind,
And start over,
And Ill be happy,
Problem AddictI can not live,Problem Addict in Free Verse More Like This
But I can,
No I cant,
Yes You Can!!
Its a constant controversy,
In my mind.
I know I can,
But I cant,
But I know I can,
Its just an addiction,
I can over come it,
First I started,
Because I was curious,
And if I blacked out,
Then Id forget.
After a while,
I did it,
Because I felt the need to.
It took over my life,
The way I looked at it,
The way I felt about it,
It changed everything.
It has me,
In the palm of its hand,
Just to get it.
Im so low,
I've degrated myslef,
Because of it,
Just to get it.
The Waking WillowWillow trees that dream at duskThe Waking Willow in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched beside the rivers brink
May hang their heavy branches down
Resting where the shadows slink.
Weary from the wearing world
But born to bare it, though they sink
Into the mire round their roots
And still, with thirst they deeply drink
From waters formed pon mountains high
And droplets formed from weeping skies
That watch below the whole earth die
Swallowed softly in its lies.
Just like the mire round the roots,
From which a willow tree must rise,
Mans world spreads forth its hungry hive
To eat all it can hypnotize.
And so the weeping willow cries
And bends in sorrow to the brink
Limbs shaking with the silent sighs
Grief growing from the soils stink
And sees reflected in the stream
Its rippling form held in the light
That seems to whisper of a dream
We waking walk through till the night.
When bleary sun will rest its eye
And darkness fall upon us all
Then we can look up to the sky
And hear the silver clarion call
TristramYou came into my city's walls,Tristram in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And shone despite your wounded state,
And soon you echoed through my halls,
And offered me the hand of fate.
You told me of your foreign lands,
And tugged me gently toward their shore.
Pulled me past the burning sands
Into the thirsty ocean's roar.
And so we sailed towards glooming night,
Star-eyed and dreaming, hearts entwined
Each drunken in the others sight,
Each full of hopes and danger blind.
And now the dark has finally come
But left us with the quiet stars.
No more the heat of glowing sun,
But silvered beauty now is ours.
Which softly sings of coming dawn,
And greater things than light soaked noon
And whispers why all hearts are drawn
To dance beneath the fickle moon
So once again I raise the flask
And knowing, drink the lover's brew
And toast to what my love would ask
And give my will to cleave to you.
EpitaphIf my lack is what you grieveEpitaph in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I offer to you this reprieve
Either I was always here
Or else for me you should not fear
I'm a Zombie Without YouOne day the day will dawnI'm a Zombie Without You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon tides of living dead
And corpses on our lawn
Will each raise their rotting head
And rise and stumble forth
To eat the brains of Earth.
And you, my heart and soul
My sweet love and paramour
Will help me barricade
All the windows and the door,
Get the shotguns loaded
So heads can be exploded
Well shoot them with rockets.
As they trudge on fetid feet
Theyll stare with empty sockets
As they search for meat to eat.
Well kill all that we can
While living off of spam.
And when the zombies come
And there's nowhere left to hide
And nowhere left to run
I know youll be at my side
With M-16 in hand
To make our final stand
Death of a GoldfishTo watery grave I must departDeath of a Goldfish in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But lose not heart
Nor give a moan
As I go down the porcelain throne.
MonsterI do not want to tear you open.Monster in Free Verse More Like This
I do not want to drain you dry.
I do not want to suck your marrow.
I do not want to feel you die.
I just need to.
Drink'n it DownGlub Glub.Drink'n it Down in Free Verse More Like This
Drink it down.
Gin and Rum
Beer and wine
Loss comes in many flavors.
We come in many flavors.
Life - It drinks us down.
Doing the LaundryIts not hard to wash a brainDoing the Laundry in Free Verse More Like This
just rinse it then repeat
and soon the pesky stain
of logic you'll defeat!
First seperate your lights from darks!
Your coloreds from your whites!
Make sure you handle properly
the dull clothes and the brights.
Then put them in the washer
and watch them spin and spin!
(It never hurts to throw
a little moral bleaching in.)
Now put them throught the wringer
and hang them out to dry
and if your colors run
you can always have more dye.
Semper FiI've painted you quite roughly dearSemper Fi in Free Verse More Like This
But never fear
I'm here to clarify
So help me die
A little longer
Snake OilCome and see the NEW institution!Snake Oil in Free Verse More Like This
Society's GRAND revolution!
It's the PEAK of man's evolution!
It offers us ALL the solution!
Now YOU who DESERVE restitution,
so long in your cold disillusion,
can CAST OFF your irresolution
and thoughts of your soul's prostitution!
NO MORE will you need absolution
For moral or thought destitution
with this MARVELOUS new substitution
for what lacks in your constitution
since the advent of God's execution.
I have ready for mass distribution
the new SCIENTIFIC solution!
So come gather around! BUY IT NOW!!!
Paper Monsters.Paper Monsters. in Free Verse More Like This
Scared like a child left alone.
Glancing at each side.
Searching for that monster out to get me.
No one to save me from the things in the dark.
Claws scrape my face.
Bony hands wrap around my ankles and pull me under the bed.
Decayed faces and button eyes.
Bloody claws and rusty knives.
Stuck in my own mind.
Stuck under the bed.
The rattle of keys and the scrape feet.
Icy frail fingers dance on my warm cheek.
Too hard to make it stop.
Unable to wake up from this darkened wonderland.
Too scared to scream.
Too weak to shake them off.
Someone shake me.
Get me out.
Scared like a child left alone.
Glancing at each side.
Searching for that someone out to save me.
Collapsing.Collapsing. in Free Verse More Like This
To those of which I adore,
Remind me to lay down and die,
Die with memories of all the days we could have wasted away.
Of all we could have been,
All we never did.
The things we should have done.
Remind me of the regret we tasted with our bitter, forked tongues.
Remember the sights we could have witnessed.
Think about the wasted songs of the shores of ever after.
Wonder of how much we could have shone in the pale light of the single light in an ebony sky.
I'd die a thousand times again to let our voices be heard.
I never thought to call your name…
I'm cutting through reality.
Remember smoky sky's and think of the light we never saw inside ourselves.
The beauty we never noticed.
Remind me to look twice at the burning light of day.
Laying DownLay back quietlyLaying Down in Free Verse More Like This
With your eyes resting
And with everything behind your skull settled
Your muscles calm
Your heart slowing
Oh lovely, put the pain behind you
Scrape it off your spine
It's time to let go
Watch the room still
And feel everything fit together
I'm shallowly breathing
And at peace
These are my only cherished moments
I'm so tired
And my eyes are so heavy
The pressure is gone
I can finally live
The situation would be perfect
If it weren't the end of things
Secret.Secret. in Biography & Memoir More Like This
When he said the shaky words; it didn't quite hit me…the words didn't make sense.
I lay there, silent and sweaty, thinking about what he said.
I run my hands to my ruined stomach, used to having food rush in and out forcefully; used to being starved. Used to being jabbed and grabbed at by angry, disgusted hands.
Nothing had prepared it for the torture it would endure.
I hadn't meant for this, really.
I was being a stupid kid.
Can't I be let off?
Please, let me wake up soon, this is getting to real.
I want to cry but I can't. There are no emotions to be felt, because this isn't real.
This really can't be happening? Can it?
One small detail can change everything.
One tiny mistake that you didn't notice until it was too late can leave you pregnant.
I want to fall asleep laying on his damp bed, so maybe I can slip back into reality.
He wants to discuss options. He wants to know what we can do.
I want to go home. I want to be alone. I want to go to sleep. This is too much.
BurnYou're like fire,Burn in Free Verse More Like This
That no one can contain,
You've burnt me so much,
I'm left with so many scars,
I can't escape your heat,
Your deadly smoke,
I can't see,
I can't get away,
I can't even feel my skin blister,
Can't even taste the smoke,
There is no immunity,
There is no exit
There is nothing to extinguish you,
There is nothing to tend my wounds,
The fiery tongues of your flames cover me,
The fumes suffocate me,
I can't breathe,
I'm going to lie here now,
And wait for you to take me away from here,
I'll let the smoke contaminate me,
I'll let your flames destroy me,
There is no way out,
You are everywhere.
Solitary FemaleShe sits alone with sadness,Solitary Female in Free Verse More Like This
Their glassy eyes following their tear streaked faces,
She sits alone with her misery,
She sits silently as it takes her over,
As it breaks her down,
Melancholia is her disease,
Happiness is her dream,
She sits with her quiet expressions,
With her dreary mind,
Torturing her internally,
She lets it show,
When her skin cracks,
The world must pay,
For her unthinkable pain,
She swallows her pills with loneliness,
She can't get away,
She wants to hide,
Hide far under the earth,
As her executioners walk above her,
And in her dead body,
They march through her veins,
Always mistaken for blood,
She mixes her deadly chemicals alone,
Waiting for the toxins to enter her blackened lungs,
She finds passion in nameless men,
Paying for her cancerous carcass,
She stares at her leathery skin,
Wanting to tear it away,
To take out her unfixable heart,
She wishes it would beat like it once did,
She presses her dirty fingers to her wrist,
Pushing past the skin,
Searching for a p
Silent Gods.Silent Gods. in Free Verse More Like This
You'll reach up to the light, to touch a face of a silent god.
A silent god you will never feel.
The winter took all it had come for, now summer takes apart the world and dances in place.
There is no such thing as peace, no such thing as truth.
Not to you and I.
We'll tear the world apart at the seams.
Pulling at the threads, the crimson threads of the earth.
Our inner demons will show, the inner poison we both share.
We'll cut the world till it seeps the red of our sins.
The inside fabrics of the world will tear.
Bleeding out the sins and souls of silent gods.
Leaving it an emotionless vessel.
Nothing can contain the hate we give off.
We hide behind our mess of clouds and are seemingly unkind.
You are just looking for a shred of hope.
A shred of hope you will never see.
A silent god you will never feel.
Perfect Enough.I wake to a roach crawling across my palm, I stare at it and shake it off and watch the shiny brown insect run under a plate on the floor. I normally would have jumped up and started yelling for Paul to kill it but I'm just waking up and Eric and I'm sure others are still sleeping. I turn my head and see that John and Sarah are already gone, then turn it to the other side and look at Eric's sleeping face. My mother is in California fucking 40-something year olds for cigarette and grocery money. So I decided to spend two nights at my boyfriend's house. His mother wouldn't mind, mine wouldn't either. I smile at him, his head resting on a straight arm he is holding above his head. I rest my head on his collarbone and wish I can sit here like this with him forever, I sit for about thirty minutes stuck in my thoughts, his collar bone jabbing at the nape of my neck, I move a bit so my head is on his shoulder. I stare around his sister's room, her canvas, her band posters. I yawn and stare atPerfect Enough. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The lost years...The lost years... in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Another move, losing more friends, moving with relatives I've never met. Except Brad, my uncle, I'm meeting his wife and his step kids. My step cousins, you could call them that, but I won't. I can't believe my father is taking me to live here, why doesn't he love me? I love daddy, so much, but he just loves the girls in the garage, he doesn't love mom, or Paul, or Joyce, or me, that why he's taking me here. He hates me. I'm going to run away, I'll go live with Kim still, why is he taking me from there? They didn't want me either, did they? No one seems to want me. Why am I so bad?
He told me to pack my stuff, I was leaving again. He was taking me to live with his brother and his wife. I cried as I hugged them goodbye, Kim's children, and Kim, tattoos curling up her arms, face marred with metal. Her hair cut short, a sport team's hat on her head, white shirt and jeans. I said goodbye, wanting to run as far as I could till my father was gone, so I could go back here. Where I belong, I h
Adopt Me.I remember my mother speaking of foster homes many time through-out my life. At first I was terrified. Then I started thinking of these glorious families and the wonderful life I could have. I would sit for hours and think that my life could be better. That there was something better. That I could get away. That I didn't have to deal with her constant threats of starving and rants about how we were ungrateful. I started to think I could be saved. I could leave my family and be happy somewhere else with complete strangers that would love this new clever little girl. My mother crashed those dreams by telling me I'd never see my brother and sister until I was an adult and I probably wouldn't find them anyway. I started to hate the idea of foster homes. Thought I didn't deserve it and if I did that I couldn't leave my brother and sister. My mother's screams of "DO YOU WANT TO GO TO A FOSTER HOME?" would cause me dread that I'd abandon dignity and do whatever ridiculous thing she wanted. I'Adopt Me. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
YouA dance with emotionYou in Free Verse More Like This
A glass full of joy
When I look at you
The world seems to slow
How your lips move the certain way they do
How your eyes glisten the certain way they do
Apart from the rest and yourself you have always been
Never one to conform to the popular trend
And that is what I oh so love about you
How you aren't afraid to be you
How you don't care what anyone else thinks
Because in the end, what matters is what YOU think
And that makes me think worlds of you
You, this person of immense inspiration
A person who makes me feel like I can do anything
But you aren't a super hero
You are you, and I would ask for you no other way
For, were you any different, you wouldn't be you
And you without being you is no good
For in my eyes, there is only you
And without you, there is no me.
Time and how it is perceivedMost people view time on a time scale, normally one that would move from left to right. Like so.Time and how it is perceived in Philosophical More Like This
But time is really not so simple. Our minds cannot really perceive time in it's true form, so we make a medium to recognize it. That is why we have a time line.
Time is really just a dot, rather than a line. A dot that is always changing, it is never, in any one instance, the same.
As you can see, this picture is split up into four quadrants. The first is at 11 O'clock, 1 minute and 0 seconds.
The second quadrant is at 11 O'clock, 1 minute and 1 second, and you can see how the circle is both different in shape, size, color, and location.
Thirdly we are at 11 hours, 1 minute, 1 second, and 1 millisecond. Just to show you that time doesn't wait for our constructed "second" to change. It is always changing.
Quadrant 4 just elaborates even more-so on the quantum le
CosmosisWe are the galaxies for which uniform life createdCosmosis in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
unabashed and unbiased through nature we thrive
our ancestry lost through spoken word we live
and oaken throne for all to sit
we stare up into skies and wonder
if wonders were told so eloquently as such
and as ours so beautiful, matching us in the sky
and in the dimensions behind space we search
The being there sits, waits for our contact
knowing one day we will break through
speaking in a universal language
but yet one so eerie to the ear
A step beyond the horizon the colors mend
a glance beyond even horizon where light bends
a pull so great and a mind so clear
Light minstrels dance in a sky so dear
Any yet, where is this one to whom we seek?
Ever eluding and free of form
or free of being, we persuade ourselves
but still we search for him in a never ending crusade.
A circus of light cascades an auroral curtain
against benevolent rays of light bending the nature of sand
and exploding into a super nova of pure awesome power
The Ignorant Christian TheoremBefore I get into this, I am going to say that denouncing a religion is one of the most pompous things one can do, and that debating it is as pointless as finding an honest man amongst politicians.The Ignorant Christian Theorem in Philosophical More Like This
With that said, let's continue with my pompous, pointless rant.
Recently, I have stumbled upon many many people, over various websites, who spew forth this creationist Christian theology. A half baked, barely logical theology claiming the Universe is but 6000 years old, and that the power of God created all the wonders in it in that span of time.
If you are a creationist, please hang yourself. I have respect for people who have a healthy theology, a theology that can make some sense, and in other areas where it may not, have some sort of faith. I know people like this, and they are logical and decent people. Then there are these assholes who make museums portraying people riding dinosaurs to try to prove their idea that man one walked with dinosaurs, regardless of the proof that carbon datin
Plutonians v.s. AristotiliansIn the days when philosophers were highly respected, in a time when the Greek empire was vast and still expanding, in a time when people believe in the Gods and Goddesses, there were two philosophers amongst the crowd.Plutonians v.s. Aristotilians in Philosophical More Like This
A man by the name of Plato, and another by the name of Aristotle.
Plato, like mostly every other philosopher, was highly influenced by Socrates and his contributions to the consciousness of mankind. Plato made a chart of sorts, explaining the we are all people split into three parts. In his dialog, Phaedrus, he used a chariot allegory to describe the human soul. This was split into three sections. There was, in a basic sense, Soul, Body, and Desire. Our soul, also known as our mind, was our rationality and logic, our Body dictated our need to eat and to breathe, and our Desire dictated our needs as people, like sex, and enjoyment. He believed that every single thing, like a table for instance, was a representation of a higher form. A higher form of the table. The table i
The Existence of EvilIn this point in time, in our world, there are hundreds and perhaps thousands of movies portraying the classic good versus evil struggle. But as I ponder on it, I start to wonder, is evil even real? Or is it a man-made concept?The Existence of Evil in Philosophical More Like This
Let us look at a few points. We basically look at these things as evil: Murder,lying, rape, theft, and dishonesty.
If you narrow it down even more, it comes down to Murder and Dishonesty, because rape is a kind of theft (taking without consent) and theft and lying are kinds of dishonesty. But if you look at it even more abstractly, you see that we all do bad things. To kill someone is, according to society, a very bad thing. But our governments create wars and our corporations fund them. So, killing is bad...but killing people in another country is justifiable? That, in itself, is a form of dishonesty. You are not being true to yourself if you try to justify killing someone for your country if you believe that killing is bad in the first place.
Now let us look a
Music and Opinions.Music is, just like all art, entirely subjective. Labels should be used loosely instead of the be all end all tag to describe a certain band or artist.Music and Opinions. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In the metal genre, there are something like 20 or more sub genres. I greatly despise this because it takes away what makes music matter. It's about listening to something you think sounds good. Not everyone will agree on what they like in music, and not everyone will agree that a band is grindcore, or hardcore, or thrash, or what have you. It is all meaningless. I know people who would argue that a band is this and not that, and I just think to myself, "Who the fuck cares?" This doesn't just apply to metal though, this applies to a lot of music. I don't even know why we have a need to generalize music.
One would say "because we need to label everything," or that "because some people are too stupid to realize that there are more similarities than differences." Some people perpetuate these ideas through many different mediums. Too many a
The free and the tallIn this fast paced worldThe free and the tall in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we yearn to be free
and our lives yet unfurl
but our habits snare thee
with our thoughts so secure
under a system, impure
our freedom comes as a falsity as our enslavement endures
up in their towers
the slave masters cower
afraid to share with us our rightful and humans
and in our delusions
we find peaceful seclusion
but ignorance isn't bliss in a world this inhuman
Our leaders are puppets
while sounding their trumpets
a big flashy show to make us feel in control
yet our lives are still ran
without second glance
and their profits are top while our lives take the toll
But what does one do?
When they open their eyes
when they see that their power as self is so small
but when we are united
instead of divided
forever will we stand the free and the tall
Holier Than Who?I have met, in my opinion, way too many people who refuse to accept new ideas into their life and belief system. Too many people, also, who think critically about any part of their life outside of the material few things that through which they can achieve social acceptance, be it money, status, fame, etc.Holier Than Who? in Philosophical More Like This
I know too many religious people who tell me that I don't know what I am talking about. A few, even, who tell me I am a blasphemer for not accepting their Lord, Jesus the Christ, as my Lord. I don't even personally believe the bro ever existed. Can they not respect my standpoint in these issues? I have never gone to anyone of a different faith and told them, in person, that they are damned for believing what they do. Yet, I have people who look down on me for believing that the cosmos and everything in it are one, and in that, our overall being is the true creator and creation.
They believe in miracles and a man who died for our sins, and a man in the clouds, so to speak, who sees ev
Beauty in BaroqueIn the darknessBeauty in Baroque in Free Verse More Like This
A love so dark
But oh love bequeath me
This feeling I have longed after for so long
Raven saturated locks ebbing and flowing with the wind
Starlight betraying the true nature of your beautiful hair
However raven like in the dark, but ever radiant in the day
A spring day
Lazily wandering through daisies, I watch you from afar
You know I am there, but you wait for me to make my move
And wasn't it you, love, who told me to make the first move?
The one who told me I was the one who had to engage you
Tell you how I feel
How the beauty of nature compliments your pretty face
And Lo! how you shine in such light
The moon's light cannot hold grace unto you
The sun's brightness cannot outshine your eyes
And oh those eyes.
How those gems gleam so radiant and with such love
The love I wish to feel, if you will only let me near
Past times have left me scarred
But your glow heals all wounds and keeps the demons at bay
If I only was as close as the wind upon your hai
ENOUGH!There are times when I feel like tearing these pages apart,ENOUGH! in Free Verse More Like This
Or perhaps, throwing this BLOODY song into the fire and watching it BURN!
Maybe I'll start plucking the keys from my keyboard,
Or simply swipe everything off the desk.
Each item shattering into a hundred pieces,
Much like the fragments of my dying inspiration.
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
DishonouredDishonoured:Dishonoured in Free Verse More Like This
He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.
For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...
But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...
Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
I Once Loved...She was beautiful.I Once Loved... in Free Verse More Like This
And twas I who loved her...
I held her in these hands,
Like a warm blanket,
Comforting and kind.
But she was a bitter poison, toxic and deadly.
No antidote to her venom;
I wasted away with delirious eyes.
A coward they called her,
And it was the truth!.
But to save myself, I would have her bleed.
Her heart a raw panacea;
Crunched between my teeth...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd July 2013
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star?Twinkle twinkle, little star!Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high.
Like a demon in the sky.
The night is burning like my head,
The voices whispering in my bed.
The stars around me are singing now,
To butcher the town and to fill my vow.
So here I walk into the night.
Snuffing candles, snuffing light,
Above their beds I'm creeping now.
Bleeding pigs to fill my vow.
Twinkle twinkle, little star!
Death is all I know you are.
A mist above the world so high,
Red as the glow of a demon's eye!
Graduation DayGraduation Day:Graduation Day in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we would be alright...
We had fought with honour and won our titles.
We had overcome trials together -
Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.
For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;
A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.
All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.
Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...
There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.
Walking miles across the scorching desert,
Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.
Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -
Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned...
Instead we found ourselves quarantined,
Pitching tents of inexperience-
Huddling together for comfort and warmth;
As the great gates of employment stood eerily silent.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18 June 2013
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing
BedriddenBedridden:Bedridden in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie, motionless,
A prisoner within my own body.
Yet there lies a subtle clarity;
A moment of understanding, achieved by infirmity.
And though my body is racked with pain,
My conscious mind delves ever deeper into the pool of the soul.
My mind is flooded with a racket of noise.
I am cast into the swirling rip-tide of forbidden knowledge,
Clinging to the flotsam of sanity as a Leviathan roars below.
It swallows me into an acidic whirlpool.
Drowning me deep beneath the bubbling surface of the past.
And there, in the murky depths where my very self begins to rot,
A grinning maw of tongues and fangs, bids me a cold "hello!".
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th June 2013
Secrets Should be SilentSecrets Should be Silent:Secrets Should be Silent in Free Verse More Like This
What is in the nature of a secret?
It is not to be known, nor to be seen.
It is that which we bury beneath layers of deceit.
Why then, do we bury poetry?
why then, do we bury prose?
Why secret that which is meant to be seen,
And showcase that which is meant to be secret?
Are the words of our soul less important,
Than mere phrases designed to seek attention?
Are the words that we carve from experience,
Taken as less than a general phrase of emotion?
...No, I would hope not.
For I do as any other might,
And my skeletons are kept under lock and key.
For a secret displayed remains secret no longer;
Merely a gossip's fancy.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2013
The Real WritersThe Real Writers:The Real Writers in Free Verse More Like This
There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.
What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.
For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monster, wearing human skin.
He is the deranged madman, eccentric, uncanny.
He is the one who sits catatonic;
An entire world of fantasy playing in his mind.
He has gone through millions of scenes,
Thousands of scenarios, hundreds of plots
And dozens of characters.
He is not the man you expect him to be,
For a true writer is utterly WEIRD.
FinallyFinally you've showed meFinally in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that my words are no longer falling on deaf ears
finally you've showed me
that you have started to face your fears
Finally I'm seeing
that perhaps you'll choose to do
Finally I'm seeing
That you plan to face the day anew
Finally you're going
to see in yourself what I see in you
Finally you're going
to appraise yourself higher too
you'll see the love in me
my love will mean something
Finally, you'll undertand
your life revolves around you
Finally, you'll understand
why I can't be with you.
You'll understand perhaps one day
I never stopped loving you
but I had a reason that I couldn't stay
to myself I had to be true
I love you now
I always will
Finally now you'll see
in love you I couldn't stay
and let myself be me.
What I've learnedI have learned to accept things that have been done and I have come to ignore things that won't be done. My life is full of uncertainties but I have come to not be certain in any way. My life consists of trust broken and friendships lost and I have com to accept those too. I felt I fixed my problems until I saw that each time my problems were fixed I received new ones to answer as well. I found that even if I left the problems that i had originally alone they would eventually play out and give me even more problems to solve. Life is and uncertain road with blind turns and steep hills ending like a rolercoaster with one aburpt stop.What I've learned in Free Verse More Like This
Cancer's priceI sit here and watchCancer's price in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as you choke and cough
it's the cancer inside your lungs
You tell me to rub aloe on your burns
The radiation has caused on your back
day in and day out the scaliness always returns
Today you request something new
a pack of cigarettes for "just a puff or two"
Now it's my conscience in the throw
A few new nephews in your life now
guess they're the ones that should pay
soon you'll be gone and they won't see you anyway
Does it make you proud to know you don't care
if you live or you die
your family doesn't need you there
It's ok for us to suffer?
To put our dreams on hold
just because you are a smoker
and now you're getting old?
How is it ok for you
to treat us all like trash?
To bend us over backwards
bend until you break our backs?
We clean your urine stained cushions
on the bed and on the couch
the smell is vile and noxious
we nearly vomit when we enter the house.
I know it's not right to wish it
To wish it all would end
but it won't be the cancer killing you
ThinkI don't know where this came from to be perfectly honest. I like writing poetry that Changes direction. Like in this one you think it's all about healing memories or something but not when I'm writing it... No one's quite that lucky. I guess there's some sort of obsession with death on my part not that I want to die or feel that it's necessary to do anytime soon I just think it's interesting. It's almost as though I don't believe people really die because matter and energy can never be truly destroyed... Displaced but not distroyed. And if a person and what is know as their soul is simply electrical impulses passed from strand to strand of neurological receivers doesn't that mean that the soul is pure energy and the person is matter...? so the energy can be passed from one sort of matter to the next. Could it be a dog or a baby and does it have to maintain the same shape that it's original carrier was in for it to go into that body? Ok anyway, deep thoughts about something way off theThink in Free Verse More Like This
The starsThough the night has StarsThe stars in Free Verse More Like This
I can't wish upon them
They're so close
But tantalizingly far
If I could be sure
My wish would come true
I'd wish my hardest
I'd wish for you
The stars seem to laugh
At my love for you
No love comes from you
The stars are so cold
Too young to know better
Too old to care
Just wise enough to know your love's not there
I thought that maybe
The stars could be real
But they're like your love
all look and no feel.
to die a little moreI'm sorry I say as I cast down my eyesto die a little more in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
telling your truth from your lies
I was wrong so I say even though I was right
I'll say anything now just to avoid a fight
Tonight I'll cry just a little bit more
Tomorrow you'll win just a little bit more
I'll do it to make you happy
and I'll do it to die just a little bit more
Tonight you blamed me for your inhibitions
you said I was crazy for accepting your missions
and I smiled for her as she took your hand
hiding the look that you were my man
Tonight I'll cry just a little bit more
Tomorrow you'll win just a little bit more
I'll do it to make you happy
and I'll do it to die just a little bit more
Yeah we're still married but you said not to tell
You said if I did you'd put me through hell
You'd use your words to rip out my heart
And I'll sacrifice so we're not truly apart
Tonight I'll cry just a little bit more
Tomorrow you'll win just a little bit more
I'll do it to make you happy
and I'll do it to die just a little bit more
unspokeni feel the urge to please youunspoken in Free Verse More Like This
i do everything i can
i try to hide i need you
i can't want you for my man
i worked for you again today
and yet i go unseen
i can't feel my legs again
there's no aching in my knees
my blisters are sticking to my shirt
i'm so burned that i am cool
i know that it should hurt
but i really am your fool
you laugh when i want your arm
around me when you're near
i've fallen again for your charm
and some how have no fear
i want you to hurt me more
it shows that i exist
i want you to rip out my core
so i can come out of this mist
so back to work i hear you say
that last pain was not the end
i'll work for you another day
more time that i'll pretend
and as the blisters heal
on our way back home
i'll act as if it's no big deal
that's it's for you i roam.
Poker facePUT ON YOUR POKER FACE MR PRESIDENTPoker face in Free Verse More Like This
We Know that's what they'll say
How many more souls
will he raise Congress today?
I'LL BET YOU A THOUSAND
He'll say with a smirk
and Congress will fold
this plan will not work
Tomorrow perhaps they'll fund our soldiers
But no not today
That costs too much
instead they'll raise taxes
SO they get a better payday
OH DON'T FORGET TO MAKE IT SEEM LIKE YOU CARE
LET'S SOFTEN UP BASIC AND BOOT CAMP AND DRILL
LET'S LET THEM SMOKE AND DRINK IF THEY'RE OF AGE
AND NEXT YEAR WE'LL GUESS WHY THEY'RE THE ONES KILLED
Put on your poker face Mr. President
you know you want to
Another 20,000 soldiers
another 20,000 families left to screw
No now lets put them through 2 years at a time
they can live there
and act like cops for the crimes
Here's to you MR President!!
You're one of a kind
fighting wars of your father
Without Americans in mind
But you make it look good
No really you do
with all the hard work
you've pushed your way through
It's so much better ther
BibleBible in Free Verse More Like This
I walk outside the masses
On the outside looking in
I view a friendly couple
They give smiles away for free
Then out holding a bible
They choose to beckon me
I say thank you but I'm different
Then they frown and curse my soul
Don't judge lest ye be judged
That is their cardinal rule
But judge me they feel they must
And different I may be
But I choose to do my kind acts
Not for fear of punishment
For all eternity
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
The road to heaven gold
Only the elite are given passage
Through the gates behind which hold
A perfection from which we're barred
The happiness escapes us
The truth is covered from our eyes
The forbidden fruit was tasted
The knowledge gave us lies
The glory of god fell from us
Our story written out
And as we live this tale
We don't know what it's about
So I do not take the bible
The holy text they claim
But if 'tis true
Why does it not have any more to say?
Aren't holy acts reported
To occur each and every day?
Are there no more in
AirbagAirbag in Free Verse More Like This
His eyes flinched, twitching
Like bats ears.
"Pick up your mother at 7, meet us at the restaurant."
The world seemed an unhappy place,
His placid tears set to fill the Nile in a few short hours,
A half charged cell-phone
On the seat like his blonde haired blue eyed thin framed
Darkness and obsession a prelude to a needle,
Exasperation, struggling respiration
And an elongated, low pitched sigh.
The slick roads washing like soap suds,
Dry as desert
But in the incapable hands of our main character,
They were as slippery as a bathroom floor
When he d r i f t e d
Into a lamppost,
Percussion cracked his skull like a sledge hammer,
Each bones fermata captured perfectly with a bass and snare,
Befitted perfectly with the occasional cymbal crash.
An airbag can only cushion your face for so long,
E n n u iE n n u i in Free Verse More Like This
My pupils are squares with thin slits
And vision is panorama widescreen,
That wonderful two-second-non-existent segue
Into intoxication only about ten beers away,
Eleven for the sake of sloppy kisses
And stories for tomorrow.
Hands are like hammers
Stained from splitting skulls,
Nose bloodied from beatings that play eternal
With genius sound-mixing
To underscore every punch
Buddy JesusBuddy Jesus in Free Verse More Like This
It seems we didn't meet this months margin
And we're down a couple million from last.
He couldn't buy that car he wanted,
the leather seats and three bill stereo jammed in the dashboard,
even though music is evil.
We're going to need to get those numbers up.
He sounded pretty pissed.
His wife left him again and he ran out of booze,
he's looking for some Scotch.
Could you run it up for me?
Alright, so we're going to need to call in the social worker.
We'll give him a couple days and once
he's sick of the hangovers, we get him off it.
A hung-over messiah is bad press.
But I got disconnected halfway through.
Midnight PirouetteMidnight Pirouette in Free Verse More Like This
This star and that are lighting canvas black
And sparkle at her indication,
Wisps like wind from the twist of her pirouette
That plays itself like an inspired piano
Pulling notes from the heartstrings in A Minor and
Wrapping themselves like blankets to her shoulders,
Her sovereign dance as perfect as the Pieta
As toes scrape to stir up moon dust into Strata.
Eyes and iris watch harmless Cumulus as they dissolve
To mackerel skies, midnights submissive moonlight
A trailing diminuendo to the azura suburbia,
Hyperion's mirror reflection oblique to Mona Lisa
on a bewildered terra firma.
She stumbles into graceful imbroglios,
Her hair bouncing like her cautious feet as they dance,
Swan dancing to an intrinsic melody
as she savours applause from a foreboding forestis.
Waltz to Orion while she de cotes,
poised as though Helen of Troy were guiding ex nihilo.
Without lens flashes from new Canon's
She flows clear, an untouched Tigris running through the cradle
That she rocks wi
Contemporary ArchitectureContemporary Architecture in Other More Like This
Contemporary Architecture, the Deconstructing of.
Skip the trip
To by your sculpted bedside marvel, modern
Monotony marching along fluting carved Greco Roman tubing
reaching like Ferrari fast on freeway moving
Like light, speed in skyscraping height races
Cloud tickling competition and simplistic radio towers winning,
Humble foundations becoming arrogant buildings.
Snap of fingers
Like pencils sharpened scratching, marking making,
Making markings on translucent pulp paper,
Lines hard to touches and corners rounded
Sand paper smoothing obvious imperfections
So devoid of feeling and oblivious to insecurity,
Ignorance being bliss as architectural ideology.
Curves like spirals winding
Staircases biding time to reach heaven on inch thick platforms crying porcelain white and tears for tying
Memoirs like notebooks with spiral plastic binding.
Columns scream Colossus
Legs stoic like Hellenistic Apollo breaching harbors,
A statement for Rome and people punch drunk off spiked punch indulgence ca
Drinking OxygenDrinking Oxygen in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You don't mean to do it, I don't think, but everywhere I look I see you and these tender eyes, perfect pink smile shining like my moon on the darkest nights, stare right back at me. You've become the Mona Lisa, my first period teacher, my friends, my reflection and I spend my nights in California, lying on a beach with you, with you and sand pressed against my arms, gripping so tight but still not tight enough to feel your soul, to feel it like I feel it spilling through your lips. And I can feel your kisses like they're being given to me now, like water lapping against the shore in its endless flirt with sandbanks, crashing so softly into lips that are tender from lack of wear but slowly being saturated by yours. Like love. Like necessity, oxygen that we give so freely to each other. Like dependence, nourishment for two hungry souls. Like a place where two plus two equals one, where imagination is majesty, where media is retellings of us and every show on TV is a spin-
Little girl with the big shoesLittle girl with the big shoes in Free Verse More Like This
Little girl with the big shoes
Quite the catch, this one,
Jollying up the crowd with banana bread.
The bread crumbles in her impersonated Brit teeth
And it's crumbly and bohemian like her,
Just like her,
This petite girl with the blue and yellow boxing boots
Who drifts along gravel speckled concrete.
She walks the casino sky highways
Straight to the French Riviera,
Where she acquires and accent and mimes along the Champs Elysées,
Posing for pictures with sideways glances.
No doubt there are springs in her shoes,
Williams on her mind and Kerouac in her soul,
This beatnik beauty bouncing to life's guitar strings,
Throwing up her collar and letting down her hair,
Riding the brassy sound waves to the shores of California.
She makes milkshakes and malts of men and chocolate,
Watching as they liquefy at her feet.
Just the same,
I puddle in her presence
And I should probably thank her mother.
PianoPiano in Free Verse More Like This
A big crash and the piano falls
You're pretty good.
Maybe I should get you an orchestra,
Or maybe just some cellists
Who can add a little depth.
It's not easy to learn to play,
Like playing heartstrings or something silly same,
But you're self taught.
It seems the best of them are, really,
And I think you should have your own orchestra.
Quite an expensive instrument,
Money's hard to come by these days
And ivory is worth a fortune.
Beautiful keys though, I must say,
And you play them so well.
You deserve your own orchestra.
Maybe I'll even play my clarinet.
Your notes make me dance
And makes hardwood feel like a milky coffee cream,
Or maybe a latte macchiato.
So peaceful, that sound,
Carrying me along its highs and lows,
A piece I'm glad I don't know the name of,
But still, you should have your own orchestra.
You stopped playing one day,
One day when you finally had your own orchestra.
Why'd you stop playing?
You deserved that orchestra and they're lost without
Milwaukee Sky RocketMilwaukee Sky Rocket in Free Verse More Like This
Milwaukee Sky Rocket
This sky is getting old,
Clouds marked with their aging lifelines
And vapor trails arched like parabolas,
Parabolas I always had trouble graphing (you know I hate math),
But in this context, I don't mind them at all.
It's nice, actually, and math seems all the more understandable.
It's kind of weird the way the sky looks like a Go game,
Don't you think?
That cloud looks like you.
No…of course it's not as beautiful.
Like dreams have a sort of plastic sheen about them,
A glaze like sugar donuts, like your candy lips,
The water runs perfect like a vanilla milkshake,
Whip cream waves crashing on the mocha shore
And making an adhesive of its particle grains.
Like tape they stick to you, the tiniest bits of dust on my Mona Lisa,
My Helen of Troy,
Who talks so sweetly as a million ships leave her harbor.
It's quiet out here.
You know I can hardly hear you right?
My hearings kind of bad and all, and your voice is as soft as orchid petals,
Quieter than a whisper but more fu
Got Yourself A GunGot Yourself A Gun in Socio-political More Like This
Got Yourself a Gun
Wake up in the morning and you've got yourself a gun. Breakfast and a cigarette and you got yourself a gun. Lunch is a stacked sandwich, Italian bread with colds cuts and fresh veggies and you got yourself a gun. Day turns to dusk, the street's alive and you've got yourself a gun. What to do, what to do when hearts are pulsing and I got myself a gun.
* * *
"Morning Tommy, how's it goin'?" Same as every morning. Cold cuts on white, hold the mayonnaise, extra tomatoes and a glass of orange juice. Can't see too well, vitamin C will help apparently. What do I know?
"It's been better. I feel like I got a broad standing on my back. Something's wrong with my mattress, I need a new one." He gives me his 'You can order now, buddy' look and I just say "the usual," like usual. Two minutes to the watch, just like I count every morning and the sandwich stares me in the face, same as every morning.
"You're good Paulie, I've got the same time to the second, well, approximately, for