I Could Go For Some Cookies...Sugar and snails and spiced puppy tailsI Could Go For Some Cookies... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And such was little me made of
Trucks and trains and pink aeroplanes
And such was little me made of
Love is for women, sex is for men
Hearts are for grown-ups in red
Toys are the tales that again and again
Play and mess with your head
Dresses and shoes and baseball hat blues
And such are little minds made of
Swords and flowers, war-playing for hours
What lost sorry minds are made of
Love is for women, sex is for men
Hearts are in neat pink and blue
Close your eyes and count to ten
What's a little girl to do?
Love is for me, sex is for you
What's a person to do?
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
Fly What, Turn Where...There's a swirly black boxFly What, Turn Where... in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With swirly white music
I keep it in my closet
When I just can't bear to use it
My brother throws rocks
At the songs he can't hear
I'll turn up the faucet
So at least he feels near
Five hours later
When my ears are fast asleep
I'll turn off the speaker
We always go too deep
He sings that he hates her
That canine of a lady
Her stories are much bleaker
Her notes are more shady
A star with a face
A woman with no clothes
A stereophonic sweater
For the cold nights down below
Swirly white case
With swirly black music
Although I know better
I just can't help but use it
AerostatOne night under charcoal coverAerostat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He stole into my garden
Slipped right past the warden
Planting things to grow, to hover
Things for me to wake and discover
Begging a yellow chrysanthemum's pardon
No biting frost could harden
The soil of an eager lover
When I awoke he was quite gone
His footsteps etched the earthy floor
Traced with his flowery damnation
When he rose the following dawn
He discovered, right at his door
I had sent a striped carnation
Always Too BusyWould I wring the sun for you?Always Too Busy in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Would I, if but you asked me to
Sweltering beneath the blue
Wrapped in me and me and you
Sweaty, handsy, you asked me to
If I would wring the sun for you
I will, the better will my hands soon be
And it will drip so carelessly
All over Pluto in ecstasy
Warm and happy my Pluto will be
That even the most cold lonely
Will be loved, so all in between
Can't be too badly off you see
Did you doubt my love for thee?
"Would you wring the sun for me?"
Since You Asked ,Like paper strips her sunSince You Asked , in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
-bled children sleep out
on the old Mako
, lips glittered with stale
chip crumbs matching
how salt dries
in-or-between every fold
of every fingertip which
beneath that warm jade
blanket that diesel-filled
Dinoflagellate ball .
Someday he will be a
secret star and she will
be a poet
, but for now their fears
are limited to barnacles
or a spilled can of root
-beer gone lost forever
the days they like paper
strips slept under the sun
on the old Mako .
Fairy RedCherries staining her beautiful teethFairy Red in Free Verse More Like This
Married daisies bleeding beneath
Contrary paintings on a rosy wreath
With the thorns wrapping around her thighs
Wine pouring from his watery eyes
Mine adoring the warring skies
Vines whoring out the lies
With the thorns wrapping around her heart
Roses flaking beneath velvet clouds
Dozes waking in perplexed shrouds
Poses making the quiet ones loud
With the thorns wrapping around her feet
Fairy dust along your bed
Until we're no more than a red pool in space
OrbitIf the moon were a child would sheOrbit in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
pull a bit closer?
pull a bit tighter to the tides
If the moon, as it were
, pulled a bit closer
she would flood her mother to demise
If the moon was just an if
But my if is your why
Why the moon was no child
Why the moon, as it is
is bound forever closer
at her pulls from mother mild
If the moon were a lover would she
spin a bit faster?
spin a bit brightly for the tides
FUCK - Exclamation PointSlam (exclamation point)FUCK - Exclamation Point in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The door the door the
Kid on the floor the
Woman who was my mother
At the door, who is that?
He's bleeding he's leaving us
Blame his father for believing us
Blame his mother for loving him
At the door, who is that?
I love you (question mark)
The kid with the candle he
Wanted to play with pretty scents he
Wanted to smell something that made sense
The kid with the candle he
Spilled wax on his hand he
Took it like a man
His hand's in my pocket
His body's on the floor
His soul's in a hat and suit
Waiting at the door (period)
L'Aigle NoirYesterday...I was 6L'Aigle Noir in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I pulled her dress to get some attention
She looked at me and smiled
Red lips...black eyes...white dress
She put her brush down
Took a sip from her beer
Lit a cigarette...while Barbara sang in the background
She picked me up
Described the city as a painting
Never being able to settle on one color
Always changing...she laughed...I wondered
She danced to her own music
While fumes filled the room
I was in love with her hair
Never wanted to let go of her dress
She would call me Elle
Tell me never to lose my child's innocence
I would play with paint
Nod my head and giggle
She would talk about fountains
Pebbles that never die
She would smile at strangers
Gaze at happy lovers
She never seemed to be happy
But I felt safe with her
She had a bracelet that glittered in the light
I would play with it
She would laugh at me
Pick me up and do a little dance
On a sunny day
I ran to her
She was sitting on her chair
Drinking a beer
Smoking a cigarette...while Barbara pla
The Blue CoatShe stares out of her window rain fills the empty voidThe Blue Coat in General Fiction More Like This
Her eyes follow a drop of rain as it slides down the glass
She plays with her hair picks out a split-end
I need a hair cut she thinks to herself
It had been a couple of weeks since she left her city
Denounced her life there moved on to a new adventure as shed like to say
She finally got on that plane never thinking of going back it was final
She remembered that night when she decided to leave chills spread through her back
She was a true collector she collected thoughts, stories, peoples lives and many little things that seemed banal to certain individuals these were her treasures
She laughed at the fact that she was in a country whose language was pure gibberish to her she had no friends, and she had only managed to say hello to her concierge an old man in his seventies he reminded her of a gra
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
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
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"
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
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
One NightOne nightOne Night in Free Verse More Like This
I woke up thinking I had lost my hair
I thought of you
Wanted to hold you
To kiss you
To feel your skin
I missed you
I held my thoughts
My mind had been playing games
It wasn't the alcohol
Or the drugs
It wasn't a depression
Or any stupid form of antidepressant
I tore the wall covers
Cleared my desk
Disposed the nonsense that was surrounding me
I lit all the candles
Hugged the pillows
Did a little pagan dance
I couldn't picture you
I bit my nails in distress
Tried to listen to some music
I even tried to write
I lost you
Memories were too vague
Lost in some kind of trance
Buried deep inside
I went through your clothes
Those that were left
Your scent was gone
I searched the house
No trace of you
Not a single gesture
I counted my eye lashes in despair
You were gone
I was still here
I woke up
The Glass BoxWAR: A conspiracy theory to kill humanity.The Glass Box in General Non-Fiction More Like This
WAR: A tool to destroy.
WAR: An outcome of pure evil.
On a day like today: People still live.
On a day like today: Children play.
On a day like today: 5 more children were found beneath a broken palace.
Lebanon has seen it all, witnessed the atrocities of war, the blood shed, the destruction, the chaos and finally the light after the long storm, just like many other countries which have struggled to survive.
It still amazes me that people still follow a "leader" a man or woman that promises victory, lamentation and peace. I mean, after all we've seen for the past 15 years and the declarations made by all these "leaders", we still believe them, we wish we can burn them but we still believe them...
Today, The Druze divided again, the Lebanese Forces had a memorial funeral and 2 days ago Hizbullah had The Divine Victory celebration. Is this the Lebanon we voted for? Is it??
People are rooting for their leaders while blood still stains our souls,
SilenceI won't talk anymoreSilence in Free Verse More Like This
I won't say another word
I won't speak
I won't say a thing
Their screams fill my head
My father, my sister, my brother…
My pregnant mother
They just lay there
Their screams fill my ears
I can only hear them speaking
My mother holding me, forcing me to sleep
Mommy, Mommy, why did you leave me Mommy?
Why did you have to sleep?
Mommy, Mommy, answer me!
Mommy, Mommy, don't leave me!
Wake up Mommy, wake up and let's get out
There's light out there
Too dark in here
We can go back home
Daddy, tell Mommy to wake up
Daddy, force her to get out…I won't leave you here
I won't speak again
I will only speak to them, in my head
I won't tell you where they are
I won't tell anyone what happened
Stop staring at me!
I want to stay here with my Mommy
Mommy, Mommy, why did you leave me?
Mommy, Mommy…talk to me, just this time
Just this time…
This last time…
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,
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
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.
The Gift of Euphoriathe feeling,The Gift of Euphoria in Free Verse More Like This
That you give me,
Is absolutly undescribable.
Its like complete,
You give me,
In everyway possible.
I have never been so happy,
In my life.
There is no minute,
That I dont think,
I dont want to think,
Of a life,
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.
Want to Take the Pain AwayYou are in so much pain,Want to Take the Pain Away in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could take,
But I cannot.
Even if I could,
You are much too distant,
Physically and mentally.
I wish you were here,
So I could hold you,
Take your sorrow,
You didnt have to feel,
Id do anything,
Your my everything,
There was no more,
Sorrow, Loneliness or Emptiness.
I only want happiness for you.
Beaten HeartI bear,Beaten Heart in Free Verse More Like This
A heart beaten,
And in pain.
The cracks if my heart,
Have been filled,
With the love of another.
Its the only thing,
Keeping me going.
If it werent for you,
Id be gone.
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.
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
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.
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
Devil's BrewBlack and foul,Devil's Brew in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With steaming taint,
The liquid in my mug
Offends me much.
It's taste is such
It brings to mind a slug
Whose slimy trail
Does now entail
To gather at my lips.
It makes me ill,
This swirling swill
I drink with grueling sips,
This fetid funk
This juice of skunk
That doth insult my tongue.
A troll's pit sweat
Or closer yet
The essence of dog dung
Or toxic waste
Would better taste
Than this revolting brew,
And yet, alas,
I'm such an ass.
To go without won't do.
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
Not TodayIt's hard to talk about somethingNot Today in Free Verse More Like This
When your tongue keeps taking tumbles
And your mind keeps going numb,
Gumming up the works
Filling up your head with sand
As you go
And there goes the tangent again.
A thought that slips and slides
Like a fish through water
Or a bird through air.
I'll catch it one day.
Know what to say.
Know how to broach the subject to myself.
But not today.
Today it slips away
Huh?Cracked booksHuh? in Free Verse More Like This
and open hands
point the way
waiting to happen,
but somethings are worse than death.
Yes. Somethings are worse than death.
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!
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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.
Kill The Want.Kill The Want. in Free Verse More Like This
Kill The Want.
Break it to pieces,
This want that won't perish.
The thing you can't have,
The love you can't touch.
Too far away on the other side of that endless sword.
Out of reach,
So far away.
Untouchable needs that attract you,
Brutally scraping at your sanity.
Replace love with obsession,
Take what you want and what you need,
Kill the want,
Take it over.
Devour the need,
Sever the addiction.
Saturate the love,
Till the poison drips.
Savor the hate,
Like your last kiss.
Broken Throne Of Time.Broken Throne Of Time. in Free Verse More Like This
Sit upon your broken throne and fall backwards through the holes of your kingdom's tarnished floor.
Coward knights and drunken damsels.
So broken your palace has because.
Once a fairy tale castle of mystic dreams, now a wasteland of sorrow.
Pixies formerly dazzling and magical now toxic moths.
Goblets that used to over flow with wine, now left empty and dry.
No fairy god mother can save you now.
Snow white has frozen.
Sleeping Beauty's bled to death.
Your princess is lost in the red queen's maze.
Robin Hood lost his arrows in your heart.
Your crown is dusty, the gems that once gleamed as brightly as your smile, broken and lost.
The darkest of Eve's and lightest of days have came and went and you will be left in your damaged kingdom until dreams come true.
Somethings Never Change-Part:2We were away from our parents again. Living with my sister's friends. Their parents amazed me, their life amazed me, how perfect and happy they seemed to be. I was transfixed by them; I wished deeply that my family was as flawless. They seemed so sterile next to my filthy, damaged family. Three children, Rebecca, Marshal, Jordan and two parents Don and Nick. I always felt as if I were diseased around them, so uncomfortable to be me. I felt as if my past had left a film of mold on my body and I could never rip it off. I couldn't fathom this world they seemed to live in. They seemed to be a different breed. Or maybe we were a different breed. I used to try and catch imperfections in this act I thought they were putting on, tried to find a crack in their smooth coating. I wanted to see them become unstitched these perfect dolls, waited for their seams to become loose. They took us along everywhere with them like we were family, I felt foreign walking with them like we were somehow relatedSomethings Never Change-Part:2 in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Somethings Never Change.We were in Texas, visiting family. I was about seven and Paul 11. We were staying with my father's parents. They had a small house near the creek. Two bedrooms and two bathrooms. We'd sit on their personal pier and fish for sometimes hours but I'd go in a lot sooner, jealous I wasn't catching much. I'd go inside and try to make conversation with my grandmother or my grandfather's mother, who sat in her room and watched Rosie O'Donnell while playing solitaire. She'd mumble at me to go away, her old, frail hands moving cards across a glass lawn table. Sometimes my brother and I would bother her that she'd scream as loud as she could for us to get out, afterwards coughing madly. Other days we'd go to the beach to fish or to walk around. My grandparents lived a mile or two away from the Gulf of Mexico. I always imagined beaches with white sand and you had to slightly dig to find shells and the sand would be loose and dry. A disappointment when we got there and the sand was a wet, dark browSomethings Never Change. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I'm a masterpiece in pieces.I wasn't always like this, I used to be different, I used to be happy, but that was so long ago and it's so hard to remember. Maybe I was never happy; maybe all those years ago, I was just better at tricking myself. Maybe then I thought I had a chance, maybe then I did have a chance. I used to be such a happy child, it all just went away about the time I turned seven. In my seventh year of life, something in me severed and broke off. I lost something then, something I obviously, desperately needed. Because at age 12, I'm this, this huge mess, a broken girl that no one can seem to put back together, there isn't enough glue in this whole world to put me back together. I came off as such a happy kid; my saddest moments didn't last long. I was a manipulative child and other children my age seemed intimidated of me, not that at that age it's hard to be intimidated. I took advantage of it though. I had a lot of friends at that age. All of them seemed to follow me in some sort of way and theyI'm a masterpiece in pieces. 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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
HomecomingFor thousands of years, we've lived on this sphereHomecoming in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We have live and loved, and spread hate and fear
But who here knows where life first derived
Could it be that our ancestry is inscribed
In ancient ruins and buildings and wonders
Whose riches and secrets our scientists plunder
Is it so possible that a long time ago
Space goers from another world bestowed
Everyone here with a heritage unknown
But by looking to the stars we can see where they've flown
Perhaps it is imagination that drives us
Or an essence of truth that we arrive thus
With these theories and ideas they must have been once imagined
Or based on truth of things that did happen
In the end it is all speculation
Of an idea as old as time
So fuck this bullshit with me trying to rhyme
Because if and when a planet arrives in our horizon
I will glance at it, in awe of it's glory and splendor
And if by chance, it contains some aspect of our ancestry
I look forward to finding out
Or maybe I am entertaining stupid crazy ideas
But at l
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.
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
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
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
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
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.
Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration in Free Verse More Like This
Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?
Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.
As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.
A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.
These are the lives that I hold in my hand;
Fictional lives, but precious still.
Yet as soon as I see their imperfections,
I destroy the evidence in a throe of shame.
These crumpled masses that now surround me,
They aren't the proof of perfection's pursuit...
They are merely my feeble, worthless attempts,
To disguise my own ineptitude.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th Decembe
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!
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
The Toymaker...Ah my dear, how are you feeling?The Toymaker... in Free Verse More Like This
Not too uncomfortable I hope...
You see, you are another,
A wondrous being, handpicked by me,
For you are perfect.
Before you start screaming,
Before all that noise and unpleasantry befouls these soft red lips.
I've taken the liberty of removing your tongue...
Wag, wag, wag;
That's all it was doing when I extracted it.
Like some, infectious insect
But oh, I shouldn't raise my voice.
That's not very proper of me, hehe.
Now, let's put some markings on you.
Mmm - I'm going to have to get rid of all this, excess.
You see, I can't have a toy that's all bulging in the wrong places.
Dolls are slim, dolls are pretty.
So no, we can't have that...
We'll just slowly slide this tiny slip of metal.
Shlip, shlop, shlip, shlop - and pull!
You see, you see?
It comes right off, like a laye
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
In a stranger's eyesThere's that feeling once more again.In a stranger's eyes in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I check over my shoulder, sure that it's him.
Oh and look there's that girlfriend
Same one as last week
And me with my new Beau
New flava how sweet
And I listen to him
Saying how pretty I am
How witty, and giddy and loveable too
It's only monday and there goes beau Number two
He used to be slick and a really great guy
but that was before he said what he saw through his eyes.
But there he is now new prospect number three
And his girlfriend is chatting but he's staring at me
I take off my sweat shirt and my tank travels up
Then that chatty little girlfriend calls me a slut
And I move over to her and whisper in her ear
Just remember for girls like me christmas is every day of the year
Now please listen closely as a tell you to go
Your man is mine now so now who's the ho?
And her man stands up and we leave her in awe
and I smile largely as she flexes her jaw
I wonder if this one is going to fight
But no she stands back cuz she knows that I'm right
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,
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
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.
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
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
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.
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-