Deep in the stillness,
I wander but a ghost thru mists of shadow & sanguine ..
And the trees bathe in the mystique of Night’s serenade
Covet thee my love immortal,
for we are hunters of a dream untamed;
poetry bleeding into the abyss ...
Candle whispers drink a sky of wine, unto where I sojourn —
in the caress of your lips, and ache of darkest Moon
— Arthur Crow © 2013
AddictionI can't help but breathe in that puff of smoke,More Like This
feel the rush from the false hope.
Smiling on my face only fades,
I'm addicted to these shades of grey.
I take one more hit and think of him,
remembering the day I gave in.
I went years without one puff of smoke,
but then he gave me that look of hope.
I took that deadly hit of that drug,
blinded by the faulty of false love.
Thinking it was okay,
I'm now wasting away the day.
Looking at the pack of smokes,
wishing I could just let go.
But I gave everything back I had of him,
and this is the only way my addiction wins.
Seeing the smile on his face,
when we each took a puff and shared the taste.
How when he asked I could not deny
that look of pleasure in his eye.
Dragging me so far down,
but I didn't make a single sound.
I want to move past this stage,
put the rest of my pack down in it's grave.
But until I can fully move on this addiction stays,
until someone can help me change.
RainRain Rain go away,More Like This
come again another day.
This is what they all say,
but i'd rather it come my way.
Then I can sit inside,
and from the world I can hide.
Not worrying about what I wear,
no one to tell me I shouldn't be here.
I'll write away my useless day,
no one knowing my secret pain.
Let the cuts see light for once,
smile for the first time in months.
Sing a song to feel like I belong,
to bad this time won't stay long.
Rain Rain come my way,
and please will you stay?
I've tried to make it go away,
tried the pills so i don't feel this way.
I guess they didn't work just right,
because I am picking up my knife.
I'm sorry that you want me to die,
that you think my whole life's a lie.
I will try again if it makes you sleep at night,
i'm fine with turning off my lights.
I stand here out in the rain,
so no one can see my tears of pain.
If they knew what the put me through
would it change their point of view?
I wish that I could be the one to change
the selfish words, the bli
ThunderMore Like This
The rumbling sound up above
It calms me so
What creates it is beautiful
But I love the thunder more
It can be so loud
Yet so quiet too
Rolling across the sky
The silent pause between each rumble
Only signals another spinning closer
It's peaceful and subtle
Until you least expect a burst of noise from the sky
Graceful and beautiful thunder
How I love thee
How you calm me so
I fall into a deep slumber listening to your rumbles
Beautiful....You are beautiful, no matter what they say,More Like This
words can't bring you down;
Your hair may never stay in place,
and you may be from a different race,
but that doesn't stop you,
because you are beautiful,
no matter what they say:
Your eyes maybe green, brown, or blue,
but that doesn't stop them from shining,
just like you;
you may be skinny or fat,
but that's no fact,
because and just because,
You are beautiful, no matter what they say.
So be you, that's who you are,
and never change,
because if you do,
you may find yourself afar....
The Dark Man of the NightThe dark man of the nightMore Like This
He follows me wherever I go
I wander in the woods
With him on my trail
Searching for the pages
Time is running out
He is teleporting closer
Creeping up on me
I don't know how I got here
I don't remember much
All I have is a flashlight
And no sense of direction
The first page I saw
I just pulled it off a tree
The noises got louder
Something's following me
It's the dark man of the night
He stalks me under the stars
I feel like it's been days
But the sun is nowhere
I'm at the sixth page now
The noises are really loud
He's getting closer
I'm not sure how much longer I have
I see him in the corner of my eye
I do what the pages say
"Don't look or it takes you"
I heed this warning
I want to get out alive
But I don't know how
I see something in the distance
It's a building
I'm careful as I enter
I turn around and there he is
I climb out the high window
But he still catches me
His tentacles drag me closer to him
I'm close to death as darkness s
ParentsNever doing your jobMore Like This
As a father
Just stop right now
I don't care that you have the sniffles
Just get off of the couch and do something
Work at your job
Or maybe quit buying useless things
Mom is working real hard
To pay for the bills
And you're just wasting it
On things you don't need
Quit nagging in my ear
I hear it all the time
I'm being too lazy
And it's all my fault
You and Dad both
Are driving me crazy
Picking my brother over me
And I'm the horrible person?!
Parents aren't supposed to pick favorites
Or fuck with the emotions of their kids
I'm already screwed up as it is
I don't need you to tell me that I am wrong
Or that it's my fault
I can't help that I'm fucked up
Besides, that's all your fault
You two are the ones
Who made me this way
I never chose to be tormented
For my entire life
Don't give upAm I better off dead?More Like This
Am I better off a quitter?
No I'm not
I can keep going
I am stronger now
I can take it
Just not all at once
Or I might fall
Sometimes I want to give up
Just end it there
Then I think about what the future holds
And what could be
So never give up
Life is life
Don't end it now
'Cuz you have a lot to live for
Darkness can't touch you
It can only haunt you
So break through that black wall
To see the light
And don't go crawling back
Never go back
Or the darkness can get you
Just keep walking
Don't look back
Never go back
You're stronger than the darkness
Keep going strong
FriendForever there for youMore Like This
Retelling stories of the past
In good and bad times they're there
Everything you did was together
Never splitting apart no matter what
Daring to go through the storms together
~In The Eye Of The Hurricane~"You're nothing more but a figment of my imagination.More Like This
A fingerprint in the corner of my mind"
She wrote on her notebook while glimpsing at the black screen of her cell phone
with an utter sense of melancholy & despair.
He tiptoed in her life like teardrops full of promise in the midst of summer.
He sneaked up on her covered by a thick mist of mystery which suited him so nicely.
But he was much more than he appeared to be, and she was about to find out.
Soon. Very soon.
Moments of bliss later she was confident. She had fallen in love.
She found herself spinning around him without an inch of suspicion.
He took his time, studying his moves carefully, playing her like a chess piece.
This game of power & control was far more exciting than what he led himself to believe.
She, she was labelled fragile & his love was overly clumsy.
And he, he was a fierce tornado no love could keep hostage.
So when she started tasting defeat, she refu
evergreen dreamsa frosty chill nipsMore Like This
at our noses as we
weave our way through
the falling snow,
the smile on your
rosy lips lighting the
dreary winter landscape
in a merry glow.
As your gloved hands hold me
tight against your chest
and your chin finds its place
upon my shoulder,
the towering evergreens
around us sigh;
their breath enveloping us in
a peaceful calm that
settles in my bones.
the silent night around us
sings as we stand together
in perfect harmony
marveling at the
winter wonderland before us;
these ancient laurels watch
as an all too familiar
a new love blossoming
Pearlyour handsMore Like This
feathered the tip
of my chin
and your eyes
in the midnight sky
as your lips
with a touch of grace
brushed against mine.
pearled on my skin
and I felt
seep into my bruises
as nostalgia basked
carried me to the moon
as ethereal as our dreams:
"Lights will guide you home..."
I will try to fix myself.
Foam OverI know her secret:More Like This
she has no bile
or sweat or blood.
She's just cloth draped over
soft cloth, it is what
the edges of my hands remember,
recanting dreamily to each other.
I have made her dirty with affection.
We both are waiting for sunshine
to foam over the hills.
If you lay down in the park long enough,
someone will pick you up. Even without hope,
someone will pick you up. Even without hope,
someone will not let you lie there and burn.
Namelessdo not love me.More Like This
do not collapse against my waist
with frosted kisses along
I will love you too deeply
to remind myself
that you’re only human.
I will cling to you the way grammar clings to syntax and diction,
wrap you tight with comma splices
until we are both breaths in each other’s lungs.
You will be the moon, faceless,
pressed against the small of my back,
I will write all of our anniversaries into stories,
your broken wristwatch into poems,
I will weave tapestries with your broken bones
and tug heartstrings with the breaths
you’ve left me without.
It is too dangerous
for me to speak your name on this
do not love me.
you will only forget yourself.
Garden-Variety HeartSix feet under lies another darkness unsealed.More Like This
Pulled that dirt off and every nail out of the casket.
Yet my body is still a carnation for this invasive field.
Struggling to be a soldier, though I’m just another causality,
Of friendly fire, but these emotions leave me feeling like an amputee.
Deep within this garden-variety heart,
Drown into two raindrops before we touch ground.
“Till death do us part.”
And this is not subliminal message,
I’m just trying to work through these hems and haws.
Felt like we jumped the broom and now we’re standing,
Too far to clutch the straws.
As certain as I said, that you’ll hear my every word.
I know I’ll be waking up on the left side of the bed.
Puppet String SymphonyHere come the snares,More Like This
wrenching at my heart;
like my tongue can’t find the words to say.
I've been resurrecting your skeletons,
just to place broken flesh over it and watch it all decay…
…scratching at freshly picked scars and rose petals,
while digging up old habits and hatchets;
just so I can whistle a tune so tragic.
Here comes the wind,
stomping at my lungs;
like my emotions are gasping to be released.
I've been coughing up your cover-ups,
just to place my index finger over it and watch it all cease…
…living in this darkness, sulfur-tipped match tossed in the breeze,
while thinking it’s just not worth the candle;
just so I can hum a song you can’t handle.
Here come the keys,
playing at my mind;
like all eighty-eight demons and angels serving one star.
I've been worshipping my self-inflicted headache,
two times twelve and that’s how many bars…
…I've got to show you the color I feel.
When the puppet string symphony beg
Loveless: Butterfly-TouchMore Like This
His hands are almost always cold. They are cold and they are bony. Cold, bony and big but they're soft.
Not even Seimei's hands were as soft as his. Not even when all Seimei did was to pat his head or tickle his cheek with feather-light touches - not even then could the softness be compared to those touches.
His hands are even calloused in places and there are scars on them he notices when he looks closer - but even though Seimei's hands were untouched by any kind of hard work or craftsmanship they do not compare to these.
His hands are big, cold and bony, but they touch him like the fluttering wings of butterflies, caressing, stroking so, so softly that it is not their coldness making him shiver.
With the touches come words. Teasing words. Perverted mutterings, making him flinch and pull back, but despite the words, despite the feelings of frustration or even anger they elicit, those touches always keep him in place.
His hands and arms can be possessive and enveloping like S
The Poetry of LoveBlue eyes haunt my memory,More Like This
pressing their seal upon my heart and soul –
your softness has me aching for one more breathless, single kiss.
Beautiful crashes of bodies remind me of how I desperately
crave you – love you – now, for always.
I seek the comfort of your arms – I need you, as the poet needs his pen.
Your touch rouses all that is beautiful and divine.
I collect precious memories, one by one –
of the sunlight reflected in the gorgeousness of your eyes.
Your baby-blues call out as a luscious siren, reminding me
that I am alive – please, call me home.
Keep hold upon my love for you – my beautiful, fiery bolt of sunshine.
My heartbeat leaps to the tender beckoning of your sweet song.
Passion a-bounds; as my spirit longs for yours,
and our united hearts ignite the night – our flames of desire –
carry on, my dearest – carry on: protect my heart, my soul, know my love.
Memories of you engulf me – as I pray for the ecsta
SIRENNeath the woe of Ulysses' blood and toil,More Like This
A sea of heavenly-fury once awaken'd
Her gaze clad in honey’d delirium ablaze
Of such beauteous prize, he shall yield;
For her tongue hath seized mortal desire
And lo the Moons’ glory shall weep in vain!
Journey’s of madness sung with promise;
— A rising tempest hurl'd to Hades reign
Oceanic rhythms untwine love forbidden,
Breaking the mists of insatiable dreams
The Sirens call ebbed like darkness falling;
Her lust bleeding into the mythic abyss ..
His anguish bestow'd the folding tides,
Unto their lips would perish in mystery
Deeper jewel'd the haunting of his soul,
Forsaken to the ink of Orpheus' muse.
And ghostly twilight shone low and pale,
O’er the hum of those ethereal seas
Long wherest his heart shall forever sail
— Arthur Crow © 2014
Mama's EyesShe said to her daughter,More Like This
And her little girl
No longer little
Looked up in her mama's eyes,
And Mama thought nothing of it,
Till her little girl
No longer little
Never looked up in her mama's eyes
ProblemsHatred, whether based onMore Like This
Hatred is the problem.
A letter to my watchersSmiling through your pain,More Like This
Till the wounds stop bleeding.
Running through your clouds
Once the sky stops raining.
Never saying never,
Going faster, stronger, better
Even when the
Raindrops seem to fall down forever.
Till the birds start to sing, and
Happiness overwhelms you,
And a smile takes over your face
Now and eternally.
Surviving through the pain,
Until the wounds stopped bleeding.
It never seemed it would end,
Crying, screaming, dying...
Indeed it did, it
Even when the raindrops would never end.
Silly GirlSilly girl,More Like This
Whose eyes rain crystals,
Why do you wish to heal?
Do you not understand the beauty
Of your ability to feel?
Whose grin’s so bright,
Why do you wish to change?
A soul with no emotion
Would appear to be quite strange.
Whose face is dull,
Why do you live this myth?
You choose to be a shadow,
Smashing daisies with your fist.
With wounds and scars,
Why have you chosen this death?
No, sinking into your own grave
Would be better than such regret.
You’ve started to feel,
Just recently you’ve started to cry.
You’ve been down this path again and again,
With a pain you’re designed to deny.
Whose eyes rain crystals,
Why do you wish to heal?
Do you not remember the torture
Of being unable to feel?
Heartache Every MomentI had never seen eyes so naive. That soft mouth, of pastel color, that velvety skin ... everything in her looks fragile but perfect.More Like This
A star on top of another, never a calculable amount, a passion for you, about a passion for you.
Breathing with your gazes, your eyes, your heart. It was stupid to be so focused on one person, and I knew it.
A strange sensation at see you, you're looking in the wrong direction. And as if guided by a divine hand, for the sweet push of destiny, turn your gaze to me.
Everyone knows the beauty of your eyes, and you know they are the most beautiful ... and still you dedicate me a glimpse ... then why when you look at me you do it coldly ? With eyes so cold that freezes the soul.
You do that to hurt me, but I must say that you reflect a little spark of pity for this undignified love for you. Even so, your look is more beautiful than the person who looks at you, do not look at me like that ... because you will not be less beautiful.
And if you have a second of y
SymphonyMore Like This
The colors of the sky bled together
as though paint from some artist's
long forgotten palette
The vibrant blues and muted pinks
edged with deep purple
Where the day began to lift its curtain
and the keen stars shown through
I sat and watched
as the colors grew darker
and the light dimmed
As minute as it was,
I sat and watched the transition
from day to night
as one gave way to the other
I sat, as if enstoned,
until the light had well passed
and the dark lay heavy on the skyline
The world went by,
each absorbed in his own,
as nature's orchestra played its symphony
and conducted the world to night
A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)Like a frost spread across valleys silent and dreary,More Like This
ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years, the seas became deserts
But thoughts of thee would not perish
Thru memories untamed I staggered far and long;
upon solemn nights lit by the torch of your soul
O’ how deep I miss your fragrant cheer ..
Of warm evenings shared across Lake’s reverie,
watching horizons journey into Autumn’s dream
— wherest our hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Those passions shared will forsake me not
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my ache:
I will lay marooned, haunted by thy seraphic-figure,
Or the ever fleeting caress of your gaze ...
So my soul shall yield to this mythic abyss; –
as I peer from my carriage to Nirvana
And thou away, from my arms, the Sun weeps
Unto eternity—my dear beloved, we are entwined
Forever our footprints cast in golden firmament
A kiss not forgotten in a ballet of light softly falling
I now bear the want
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.More Like This
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
PastPastMore Like This
The past cannot be changed, it cannot be undone
The past is past, mistakes were made, most unfun.
You live and you learn, thats how you grow.
However the pain stays with you, ask those who know.
You can apologize and repent until the end of days,
But you made those decisions and they'll remain made.
All you can do is try to continue on and survive.
Even if it seems like some don't know you're alive.
Learn from your past and do not forget but forgive,
Yourself for what you've done so you can live.
Lessons are hard learned but valuble once there.
Do not let where you've been slip away without a care.
In the end the past makes us who we are,
No matter where we've come or how far.
Forgive yourself and move on with emotions in check.
Always remember your past, even painful, and never forget.
That you are alive and breathing to see this day.
No matter what happens you must continue to say,
"I am who I am, I have done what I have done,
If you forgive me then you can't be the only one.
Poem For Minnie II Minnie:More Like This
Minnie if you only knew how I truely feel about you, you would know a love of a different kind.
If you only new how i feel about you the sun would rise on the rainest days for you.
If your family knew how i feel about you they would understand and step aside and lets us be what our hearts are telling us.
When I look into your eyes I get lost with in your soul, so lost that I never want to be found because i know you make me whole.
If you only knew how I truely feel about you the angelic smile that plagues your face would never leave that angelic face.
When I hear your voice i go numb and start tingling all over and chills run down my spine as i listen to the angelic melody that is your voice.
When I see those deep dreamy eyes I can see the feelings you fight
Letting You Go Letting You Go:More Like This
Letting you go is going to be one of the hardest Things I have done in a long time
Letting you go means I never truely had you or Made you truely happy
Letting you go to make you happy is the only Thing I can do to insure I have you in my life Some how and in some way
I'm letting you go beacuse I love you but you Love another in a distant land fighting for our Freedom
Letting you go is the only thing I can do for you To make you truely happy
Letting you go means I will be happy in time
Letting you go means no heart break or ill Feelings towards you
Letting you go will be the end of a love I have Not felt in a long time
Letting you go to see you with him makes me Happy knowing someone has that amazing heart And soul of yours to wake up to
Letting you go to be with him before we ever was Puts a smile on my face knowing that I will Always have a friend when I need one
Letting you go will always be bitter sweet for I Love you
I will end this need to want you a
ThinkingThinking of you tonight and I'm hurting all over again.More Like This
I don't know how to shake you from my mind.
Unhinge you from my soul.
Release you from my heart.
My body won't let you go.....though I'm trying.
Talking to these other guys.
I smile and laugh as they sweet talk me and pull me in.
But I'm holding back.
I'm tethered to you.
And I don't think I have the strength to cut the ties.
To set myself free.
To let you be.....
Hope you're sleeping okay tonight...
Cravings UnsatisfiedYour lips met mine and I tasted you.More Like This
You tasted of promise.
Of a man that knew how to love me right.
Pure like what I've been looking for.
Yearned for for so many years.
Your lips were soft and warm
And I felt love in the making.
The birth of something wonderful.
Something new and exciting.
Then you went hot and cold.
You've burned my tongue
And the taste is there
But numbed beneath.
My heart is frozen solid
For the time I feel like I wasted.
Yet still I know what you are,
How you taste...
Now I'm feeling urges unsatisfied.
Wanting for more of you.
I want to know your heart inside and out.
Learn how your mind works.
What your idle hands long to do.
I want the years of a promising future by your side.
I've only had a taste of you,
Yet now I'm craving more.
No poetryNo poetry was written,More Like This
No fairytales were read.
As if it was forbidden,
By the monsters in her head.
And all they thought was silly,
Was quickly thrown away.
By a girl who had to grow up,
By a girl who couldn't play.
All her dreams and fantasies,
All her fears and hopes.
Thrown in a bag of garbage,
Balloons and skipping ropes.
The teddybears and puzzles,
All had to retreat.
For new puzzles in her head,
She never would complete.
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were told.
Her eyes spoke of a sad tale,
Her hands were always cold.
She thought of no white horses,
For she was no princess.
Her life was about papers,
And secret loneliness
All her dreams and fantasies,
Would never come true now.
For she had forsaken them,
Without knowing how.
Remember how happy she was.
She doesn't even know.
The little girl she used to be,
Was forgotten long ago.
On Trying to Raise AwarenessI have tried raising awarenessMore Like This
and the teenager seated mandatorily
across from me listens with a lisp,
earbuds laced in one ear and out the other.
I want to shout it at his acne-cratered face,
lung cancer kills
but lung cancer is just another illness,
it is just another awareness campaign,
another type of cancer; who gets that anyway?
Don’t be that young man, stoic-issued
and party-stoked; naked-in-his-dreams
and uneventfully clothed during the day.
RainWater is falling, fallingMore Like This
Over the roads it is crawling, crawling
So gently washing, washing
Like a stream softly sloshing, sloshing
Around rocks and boulders and trees
And my feet are wading, wading
While my steps are trading, trading
Through the watry breeze
Spellbound“never let me go”More Like This
That’s what you screamed as I
Held you until you
Screamed yourself into an
Even though you’re gone
I never sleep
Even though you’re gone
I’ve never felt the desire to leave.
Depths of my Fathers Eyes!(woo-hoo)More Like This
well my heart knows me better than i know myself; so I'm gonna let it do all the talking. / Maybe it's the generational divide, but you're deep n' mysterious, as the depths of my fathers eyes!
i came across a place in the middle of nowhere / Why Oh Why, couldn't we see!
with a big black horse and a cherry tree. / Until after you decided to, fl-lee-ee!
i felt a little fear, upon my back / Oh Lightning Being, you were the king,
i said don't look back, just keep on walking. / Comedy your thing, making all lau-gh,
the big black horse said look this way, / Lighten-ing everyone's path,
he said hey little lady will you marry me? / easing the pain, o-of , liv-in'.
but i said no, no, no,no-no-no / But life yo-ou did, re-e-gret, and decided to ask; for the check.
i said no, no, you're not the one
How to be Populardon’t talkMore Like This
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
leech.There's a dead girlMore Like This
inside of me,
clutching to my tendons
through my vertebrae.
She reminds me
that I will be dead one day,
just like her.
in pale patches
of my skin,
in a rattling cough,
in a hospital bed at age seven,
where I wanted to die
before I knew what it meant.
The bitch likes to play games,
and she always wins.
she's the one in my skull
to see what it will make me do.
I've hated her
since the day I was born,
I feel bad for her.
She is lonely,
and she wants me
to be her friend.
She's lingered inside of me
hoping for the moment
when I finally get sick of her
and gouge her from my brain.
Three notes for you when I dieI, Don't cryMore Like This
I don't want you to cover yourself with your duvet at 3 am and bite your lips until they bleed so that no one can hear you sobbing. I don't want you to tell everyone my life story with your eyes burning with streams of rivers and knowing I will never be there to wipe away your tears again. I don't want you to write a million of poems to my death, and make me up into the girl with millions of triumphs because I'm not and I never will be.
II, Don't romanticise
I don't see how beautiful it is to have my flesh scorched in the core of the Earth, or my hand turning blue and eyes scratched by millions of insects. I don't see how I could be compared to the mountain breeze or the ripple in the rain when all I am now is an inanimate cold rotting body with millions of crawlers on my lungs digging into me.
III, Don't hope
I want to tell you that I will be the autumn wind caressing your pale cheeks, or the ethereal ray blossoming your skin into different hues of su
My lover has water running through her veinsShe flows around stone and quenches firesMore Like This
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have the power
to drown mankind
Glove Slap!I am a shackled man,More Like This
Links from my head to my toes.
Don't even ask how I got them,
Man, I don't even know!
But one thing is very clear to me,
I'll whisper it too...
These aren't here to protect me son,
They're here to protect you!
For if I wasn't chained,
If I wasn't locked down tight-
I'd have my hands up,
Taking you on as my next fight.
'Cause all I know is fighting,
Either fittin' or spittin'
You better take up your stance,
Or I'll be startin' the hittin',
And ain't no chance for quittin'!
No tappin' or the ref stop.
Because it's time to teach you,
How we really do hip-hop!
-Chennie, 12th May 2014
How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cryMore Like This
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're
Stranger WordsMore Like This
We are never talk so well,
things to say we cannot tell.
Words from small to bigger man,
learn to live, while living can.
Face with eyes and mouth don’t move,
nothing saying, does not prove.
If you hearing through the fuzz,
learn to be, while being does.
Where beyond the quiet place,
search to see the change of face,
use your time left just to see,
be a living, live to free.
leaving now, but hear before,
easy caring, to ignore.
Do not to hear these words ban,
learn to love, while loving can.
Happy HappyMore Like This
Take these drugs and feel the fun,
smile once and then you’re done.
Click our ad and try your luck,
elation-fit, and then you’re stuck.
For just another little dime
be happy, happy, all the time.
Melancholy’s for the saps,
put your boredom in our traps.
Once you need a stronger fix,
Give us money, get your kicks.
Hear our pitch, ignore the slime,
be happy, happy, all the time.
Real worlds do not exist,
lance that sadness like a cyst,
Make your own world, make it true,
Use our rules, made just for you.
Where sadness is the biggest crime,
be happy, happy all the time.
Big SpeechMore Like This
Howard walked onto the stage in front of all of his peers, and spoke into the microphone.
“Our world is facing a crisis. We’ve all heard the articles about nuclear missiles, greenhouse gasses, disease, poverty, etcetera. We’ve heard about these problems, but there’s one we haven’t considered.”
Howard paused for dramatic effect. “Intangibility. These are problems that don’t have any form in the physical world. Why solve these problems? Because, how can we expect to solve real problems if we can’t solve ones that don’t exist. A lot of people approach me and ask, “Why study fake things?” First of all, I don’t like to call these things “fake.” I prefer to call them “non-real.””
The audience let out a small chuckle. “My second point was, “Why does a unicorn only have one horn, anyways?” The answer of course, is that they don’t.”
At that remark, Howard let
Rock Gardens of Shangra LaMy toad is stuck in second gearMore Like This
The clutch pedal grins from ear to ear
Too slow, too slow, why won't it shift?
As I look down, I start to drift
From one licorice lane into another
Occupied by a mumbling plover
It swore and flipped me off...how rude
He had totally misconstrued
Just then a rattling from the back
Followed by a ringing crack
The leaf-spring that had worried me so
Was dancing the asphalt do-see-do
My toad croaked and hit the floor
It shattered and nudged the Cellifore
Screaming gnomes and goblins ran
From a pissed off superman
His palate smudged with bearing grease
From Iron Girder, and John Cleese
And the crew from the Red Dwarf
Who were murdered on Canary Wharf
Sae Sad, Sae dun, ye stonders hearde,
Ye mornefyl flapynge, lyke a byrde,
Who's takyn flyte, an a lyttle byte
A trenchant maybe still shall smite
The cheeky bastard walking slow
I shall stuff him into a sabot
And drop him from the tallest cliff
Damn, he was rescued by Spaceman Spiff
Learn to spell you wanton twit
Just a silly little love poemFireworks explode in my heart,More Like This
Every time you touch me.
Your kisses are intoxicating,
like I could stay like that forever.
In your arms I feel safe,
I feel like we are the only ones in the world.
My smile only exists because of you,
You came into my life,
not knowing how special you would be to me.
My love for you has always been,
but only it was kept hidden from the world.
Kept hidden from you.
You give me a reason to love,
to live through this darkness,
and not to give into the darkness.
You are the ray of sunshine in this dark, corrupt world of mine.
The Tide in Her EyesShe believed in herMore Like This
borne of her birth in
a Blue Moon month.
Just forty-one of those
to a Century, she said
as the tide rose in her
She giggled as she inquired
if I was bright enough to know
that once in a blue moon equals
1.16699016 × 10-8 hertz.
Ignorant was I of this equation,
for my birth in February came
and went without a blue moon,
the only month to sometimes miss.
I miss her eyes, even as the tide
in them had ebbed for me, and
I don't think of her now but
perhaps once in a blue moon.
hummingbirds only fly in the sun hummingbird girl,More Like This
you are the sunlight twinkling
in my eyes. a letter addressed
to no one ended up on nobody's
doorstep, dancing around odysseus
and his iliad. the gods whisper
in your ears at night, lending you
their words to paint onto brittle
parchment. you are a mystery
cloaked in fragments and fabricated
wings, the taste of the universe
on my tongue. if i could unlock
the cage i would set you free,
but my nimble fingers aren't good
for anything except tying knots
in heartstrings that aren't my own.
In clearest skiesIn clearest skies above the clouds.More Like This
where hope reigns supreme.
Above all woes of day to day.
From whence, so small they seem.
Oh one may so lose track of time.
How one may dare to dream.
In clearest skies above the clouds.
Where hope reigns supreme.
Till winter fades"If love doth grow cold;More Like This
I shall kiss you with fire;
Cold feet set ablaze."
Perfectly FlawedYou are not perfect.More Like This
You are not flawless.
You are, in fact,
Excuse me if I am
But it’s true.
As there are stars in the sky,
And no matter how hard
You will always have flaws.
And that’s okay;
You cannot have a solar system
Just as you cannot have a warrior
We all have flaws
We cannot control,
And even ones we can.
And that’s okay.
Because tomorrow and today,
They are the stitches in the fabric
Of your being
And I think you are all the more beautiful
That your flaws are as important
As your perfections.
WordsWords can mean a little,More Like This
Words can mean a lot.
Sometimes it's what you make of them,
Sometimes they're all you've got.
Words can make a difference,
They can change a person's life.
They can send the world to war,
Or end a victim's strife.
"We are masters of the unsaid words",
Be sure to choose them well.
For cruel words can linger,
They can turn life into hell.
We Only Live To DieThis is what we live for—these whispers on our lipsMore Like This
The drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertips
Opening the letters that we left our future selves
A bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelves
This is what we live for – this emotion in our souls
The torture and the bittersweet moments of lost control
Biting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nails
These moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derail
This is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyes
Smiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our lies
This is what we live for, this reality, this life…
This is what we live for,
As we only live
Cyclical loveI see a beginning and an endMore Like This
clasped within the lines of your palms, echoing
in the ripples of your irises;
I remember the apricot april morning
stumbling over your outstretched legs
in the park which I had never seen as
anything more than a cut-through, but
my life changed course and the park
became a destination and I still don’t know
when I noticed that I was waking up
twenty minutes earlier just to
talk to you before work, just to hear
your lilting voice flow through my ears and
fill my mouth with ideas;
And I remember the dew drops kissing my feet
when you convinced me that it was practically illegal
to wear shoes in june and I watched as
the grass pressed hatched patterns into your skin
and for a moment I wished that they were my fingers
holding you in eternal summer lawns, swan choruses,
whirring rollerskates, the smell of peach blossoms;
And I remember you blooming and shedding
the remnants of your cocoon as you pointed out
made-up constellations littering a swelling augu
shhh... [a haiku]More Like This
secret from ourselves
silent sounds of velvet bells
tolled only in poems
llp - dA - jul2014
Realm of NightmaresCome on downMore Like This
And you will see
A world of utter
All light fades
And darkness rises
All good thoughts
Meet their demises
A world of chaos
Where monsters roam
The place that nightmares
Call their home
And ogres groan
Enough to turn
Your heart to stone
And walk about
Each step you takes
Fills you with doubt
No place to hide
No place to run
No warmth, no light
No stars, no sun
So welcome to
This dark abyss
Where death greets you
With a kiss
Enjoy your stay
You won't be leaving
Can you hear
Your parents grieving?
You can try to run
But you're to late
You should just
Accept your fate
No matter what
You can't be free
Of this world of utter
I am a MouseI am a mouse.More Like This
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
rhythmrhythmMore Like This
The rhythm's the same
It never changes
But as he dances
he always changes
with the synths
The drums beat fast
The drums beat deep
He sings a song
and lies to self and all
And finally he lies
Down and dies
But the flashing lights were fun
The sounds and sights were beautiful
It was worth it.
And so was I.
Lancelot Price 2014 January 16
ShadowsHer silhouette is beautiful.More Like This
Her eyes…when she cries are like ice.
A face frozen in time.
A wonder to behold.
She stares back at me with grey pupils.
Her brown hair dances in the wind.
She tells me she feels dead inside.
But to feel dead is alive.
Or so I’ve been told…
Feeling alone is alive.
To feel something is alive.
So I don’t push her away.
I motion her to come closer.
And she does
She creeps closer
Like the object that she is.
Like the robot that she is.
She tells me that she hates me.
I shrug it off. I don’t care.
But her words pierce me
She’s good at it
Like she’s Ares.
But we’re a single being,
Whether she likes it or not.
She is part of who I am.
I am part of who she is.
We’re made of each other,
We’re made for each other.
We see through each other like glass.
We understand each other’s darkness
Because we’ve experienced it together.
In My DreamsI met her in my dreams.More Like This
She tells me she’s lonely, I told her I’m similar.
I tell her everything; she whispers back
“It’s okay. I’m here, you’re alive. You’re breathing.”
She’s the reason I picked up all the pens I did.
The reason I don’t want to sleep most days anymore.
My tears fall every time someone sells her out.
I hate that people use her for the fame & the wealth.
And act like she would give herself up for free.
And act like she would give herself up for free.
My text says “I need you more than ever.”
But wait a minute.
What am I thinking?
Why did I send that?
I’m not ready for that.
Not ready to commit.
‘Cause I’d be really bad at it.
‘Cause I’m only thinking about me.
I’m only thinking about me.
The more honest I get, the weirder you get.
And I’m fine with that.
The more honest I get, the more they hate you.
Are you fine with that?
Friends ask all the time,