No MoreIn the shadows we were casted to be forgotten about.More Like This
Pain and Misery is all we felt.
To them we are garbage, worthless.
We started to think like that too.
But as time went by,
We started to get furious started to rebel
"No more!!!" We said "Enough is enough".
We broke these chains holding us down to shadows.
Shining like a fire in the night.
We stood proud hand and hand together,
Like a wall of steel.
Never to be casted out again.
No More we said and No More was.
Battle Song We are lost in this worldMore Like This
Outcasts and victims slain
Although all is lost
We will not fade
We will stand until we burn
Lead our hearts to the open hate
Touch our voice to the sky
Let's renew the hope that we once held
We will fight until we die
Unleash the rage and the fury
Blinded by war and by hate
Can't understand the cries
The bleeding and the lies
Our strength shall carry on
One by one we call
One by one we rise
Sing for the victory
Let our world be reborn with peace
If Words Are WeaponsIf you hurt those I hold in my heart so dearMore Like This
If you harm those whom I call family
Or insult or slander any one I dub a friend.
I. Will. Break. You.
I. Will. Haunt. You.
Insure you're in terror, desperate in fear.
Knowing my vengeance's scent is near
For so help me, if you cause pain
To those I bear a promise and a burden for.
I. Will. Break. You.
I. Will. Crush. You.
Assure you this horror, my vow I make clear.
If words be my weapons
I'll lock and load,
Pull the trigger and
I'll sit back and be amused
As I revel in your misery
While all around, piece by jigsaw
Your silly little world explodes
And then you will know:
Though this be black on white
My words are my weapons.
EscapeEscape, or so I pray, escape.More Like This
Sever me this nightmare
That grows seedless
Inside me as a tree of despair.
Let me escape to dance
Beyond the limits of my eyes.
To soar over tussock, waving liberty
Under those ancient mountains
Where patience slumbers eternally.
Oh how I wish to fly like the eagle,
Majestic on those wisp of clouds
Ignorant to every taint
Except only to breathe in the verdant
Periphery which soothes
Like the last days of petrichor rain.
To lie below canopy, sleeping peace
Across those primal forests
Where wisdom sings with release.
Oh how I wish to be like the stag,
Wild as those rushing currents
Blind from any saint
Never lonely in worth for the night
Tragedy where ethers
Swirl the final notes of tranquil rest.
Escape, or so I pray, escape.
Grant me a selfish wish
Which gnaws me up within
This diminishing sadness
Who preys upon my flesh of sin.
Let me escape for a chance
To witness a new sunrise.
AnonymousAnonymous faceMore Like This
How sorry am I for this burden
To carry this weight
Such as it is.
And in a mirror I reflect
Whirlpools blink and reciprocate
Only a curt smile of disdain
Laughing at me.
For here I am back in sorrow
As frequent as the illusion rain.
Don't hate me as I ask no pardon
To bear these sins
I hide away.
Within the music I neglect
Ghosts hear never to illustrate
More than an x-ray of contempt
Pointing at me.
Well no matter I am hollow
Lest do I fear my spirit unkempt.
Can you not bear this, my garden
Of weeds and dirt?
I know it hurts...
Will you look at me?
You share my name, my eyes
Is it no surprise?
Yes, go and hate me
Let your sight be like daggers
Aim, shoot and fire.
Though my dear anonymous face
I can only reflect a smile
As we have both walked this road
For many a lonely mile.
NamelessHollow out these barren lungsMore Like This
Leech me of all my wrongs
And listen to me wretch
Sins tinged in nausea.
Watch me buckle
Watch me writhe
Watch me contort
All of my agonies
Swallow deep these morbid lines
Taste how vile my soul whines
And hide as I vomit
Regrets drugged by pity.
Watch me struggle
Watch me fracture
Watch me distort
All of my worries
For nameless I name the void
A paradise dishonoured
Except for beat of percussion
Thud... Thud... Thud...
Until silence becomes the ache
Of my heart unforgiven.
ProximityDon't get close to meMore Like This
I am corruption
A sickness of danger
Not calm like amethyst sea
Lullabied to sleep
Before the love of a stranger.
Don't get close to me
I am disruption
A radiance in negativity
Never bright as crimson eye
Intoxicated to weep
Upon the face of my impurity.
For only a future lined in hurt
Will ever be your fate.
Don't come closer
Though I trust not myself.
I am accursed
Forever alone until
I greet my final day.
DrowningIt’s like people move around me in wavesMore Like This
And I’m in the middle of the ocean
but not because of them
Because of everything in my head
Everything up there that’s just slowly moving through me
Until it reaches my heart
And then it just settles there
With no plans to move out or shut up
Just screaming at me
With an utter silence, deafening my feelings
And I know that it’s happening
I am aware
But I can’t do anything
And no one else cares
Because nobody is there
MonsterTake what you want from meMore Like This
I stand alone once more
kill all the memories
in silent tears I'm drowning
Ignoring all my cries
I'm bleeding out again
holding in this empty feeling
it's killing me inside
I'm reaching for you
This hideous monster inside
devours all that I am
It annihilates my soul
obeying your every command
I would give anything
to feel your heartbeat again
it's stealing my life
breaking all hope left in me
it tears me apart
come save me
Leave me on the ground
just walk away from me
the knife I push inside
my dying heart beats slowly
why am I alive
Wish you'd return to me
I can't go on anymore
you don't hear me when I speak to you
I run away from everything
that scares me
come bury me face down
your hands drenched in my blood
drenched in my tears
let go of me
I scream in agony
you hideous monster
I'm Not DeadImages flowing across closed eyes.More Like This
Malfunctioning mind believing lies.
Never thought it'd end in red
Outward flowing, out you've bled
Till all is gone and then you're dead.
Don't mourn lost years.
Excrete no tears.
Almost thought you could care.
Don't pretend you were there.
I may not be dead.
I may not live in a world of red.
I may not have taken up a knife.
I may not have yet ended my life.
I may not have taken drastic measures.
I may not have endorsed your sick pleasures.
But dont think I don't feel pain.
Don't think there's anything to gain.
Don't think it hasn't crossed my mind.
Don't think that I'm naively blind.
I hurt and bleed and cry.
You hate and jeer and lie.
I may be a hopeless case
But hurting me is not your place.
Once I wasI always wishedMore Like This
to meet my guardian angel.
To see it's face
or to feel it's presence
that was my dream for many
into the darkness of the night,
I imagine he's
looking right back at me
and somewhere over there
I heard the sound of bells
and fluttering of wings
And who knows what can happen?
Where our journey ends;
the light at the end of the road,
may just lead us
to our protector.
he will find us himself.
Rain 2Sometimes it's hard to feelMore Like This
But in the rain I know I'm real
It fills me with hope
Even if my clothes get soaked
Not everyone loves the rain
But it understands my pain
It seems to understand
When it takes my hand
It washes the tears from my face
And turns the world into a different place
The rain makes me feel like I'm alive
Not just struggling to survive
Can't Stand ItTears falling down onto the floor.More Like This
I just can't take it anymore.
I can't take this constant hate.
I don't want this to be my fate.
I can't stand the pointless lies.
I don't want to say my final goodbyes.
I can't stand all the laughs and jeers
Or how others try and abuse my fears.
I can't stand when they stab me in the back
Then say it's my fault, that it's something I lack.
Don't hurt me and make me take the blame
Then pretend like it was all a game.
I can't stand those who lie and cheat,
Those who betray and those who beat.
I can't stand those who think life is cheap,
Who laugh at suffering while others weep.
Spend a day in the shoes of the ones you cause pain
And you'll find that there as never any good to gain.
You'll find what myths in life are true
When you're among the suffering few.
Echoes in our mindHave you ever started into the distance and wondered?More Like This
Have you ever considered the strangeness of life?
Have you ever stopped and marvelled at the beauty of the universe?
We were born with the gift of consciousness.
It is humanity’s destiny to contemplate and to never
For there are infinite possibilities.
dark nights and darker heartIt's 1am and you're not here.More Like This
I'm clinging to your tshirt
with your secrets locked away
and I'm waiting for a text
that you won't send.
It's 2am and I can't sleep.
The sheets are cold,
my pillow's damp
and my mascara's all on pages
where I wrote my revelations.
It's 3am and I can't breathe.
My arms are wrapped around me,
trying to hold it all together
but only your arms
It's 4am and I just need you to tell me
I've been wrong and it's just me
you want beside you
and when you look in my eyes
it's not her you want to see.
It's 5am and I can't keep crying.
My pain is slowly turning into anger
and I just want you
to see me
and couldn't we be amazing too?
It's 6am and I'm done
but I'm so very far from finished
and I'd rather take
these nights forever
than spend a single day without you.
Your Poetry Sucks.Poetic verse does not sleep contently within your bones.More Like This
You are not made of Shakespearean sonnets.
Metaphors do not cling to your teeth like snowdrops,
and similes do not lurk like assassins behind those false psychic eyes.
Your veins bleed nothing but red.
And your whispers,
they will never leave galaxies
along the length of spines.
So, Dear Heart,
you can take your stars,
your full moon romances,
the many, desperate love letters,
the gag-worthy cliches-
and eat them.
Element.He releases the child and the beastMore Like This
All at once
and I want to be neither.
Because they are dark and have no eyes
only fangs and compulsion
I've always wanted to go M.A.D
I figured it was the way
But it was just the door to a hallway of doors
with no description
I met him there
And we danced in circles but
I was the only one spinning...
I was never sure
I never wanted certainty
Of you, of me
I just wanted what I had
In our first collision
I had never felt so good and numb
And you made it okay,
for my demons to play on your
I'd never been so comfortable in my life.
Hidden and naked and free.
The culmination of years of dreaming hopelessly,
Dancing on flames that merely singed the dirt of the deed-
I awake to the sight of cooling coals
a night well spent in a capsule
A smoulder of unfamiliarity
wafts the air and reminds me that
I still thirst.
The Five Phases4/10/08More Like This
The Five Phases
The sun is melting behind the
My tears fall to the black earth.
How long has it been?
I recall the precise time I heard.
I felt the wind was knocked out
of my lungs.
The phone dropped from
my hands as my stomach
violently coiled too tight, and
my chest was gripped as if by a vice.
I fall to my knees in front of your
headstone and cover my face.
The clouds are forming all around
and the lighting flashes without a sound.
Memories boil from a night illuminated
by headlights and the color of blood.
At first I could not accept the
stark reality of a future without you.
Denial put its arm around me and
I clung for dear life.
Now the rain has decided to
add to my flowing tears and
I bellow an anguished scream to the chaotic sky.
Anger coursed through my veins
when I knew you would not pull through.
My angel had broken wings that
would not mend...
How I wished it was me on that
death bed...I would give anything
to take your pain and make it
AdelaideAdelaide, AdelaideMore Like This
constellations on your cheeks,
smile filled with baby teeth.
Kiss the sun for me, my darling,
embrace its loving rays.
You sail from us, our sleeping graves,
far from your ocean tears a-weeping.
of the wild chestnut curls,
stubbed toes for all the walking.
When the planes came, my angel,
they were crows, black and dark.
they flew in flocks, pecked up our souls,
while we slumbered all a-dreaming.
wilted dandelions wrap your wrists,
weary eyes of fallen forest pines.
Dream still your father, my sweetheart,
he’ll protect your resting place.
Beer-stained plaid, bear arms in the dark,
in spirit, his scent is for the remembering.
crusted blood at your fingertips,
voice of doves and angel’s breath.
Sing for your mother, my child,
her worries are finally ceased.
Quilted patchwork dresses, her handiwork,
live on in fabric for the wearing.
mother of a ragdoll pup
Moonlit NocturneThere was blood on my hands when I played the piano for you that day.More Like This
It was the same street piano on the corner of the park that we used to play in, outracing the butterflies that gathered around the roses that grew there. We used to pretend we could fly like them, dancing from petal to petal, free from the world's cruelties. So happy. So naive.
A skid of a wheel had changed all that.
That day, your butterfly wings had been torn out of their sockets. They joined a long list that had been stuffed into jars over the centuries, to be ogled over by Death, the sadistic collector who never failed when it was our turn to submit. You were captured too early, too soon, but there was nothing I could do. I was on the piano, playing your nocturne, when you crossed the busy road. Blood sprayed, horns screamed and I turned to see you flung over a windscreen, unmoving.
There was a funeral, of course. There were tears, but none slid down my face that day.
I saved it for the piano.
You should have see
No AtlantisBeneath the mossy bones of the ocean deepMore Like This
Great spires of stone stretch their fingers high
While weaving angels wrap each rocky keep
And strands of strangling seaweed scratch the sky.
Descending deeper in the waiting dark,
Where sea-bound corpses hold a hollowed hall
And gnashing teeth trace their bloody mark,
The rotting planks of piracy that fall.
What mortal man whose breath could sway this land?
What lung could draw in words to speak its part?
The cruel soul of the sea won't spare his hand
To those who've earned his wrath with silent start.
Can souls find sleep in such a strangled thrall,
Where the waves find rest and stop their ceaseless crawl?
Where the waves find rest and stop their ceaseless crawl,
Raking salty claws in sandy shores,
A vain and panicked grasp before they fall;
The home of homespun hypocrites and whores.
The moon reflects in heartless pantomime
A silver orb of glowing innocence
That mocks them as they're punished
The Misty MountainA swordsmen, dressed in his once stunning black kimono, was now tattered and blood stained. He looked up at the mist covered mountains before him. Sadness fell over him. He shifted the pack draped over his back and walked on.More Like This
Mist began to gently swirl down over the cracked peeks of the mountain and eventually fell into deep black chasms that laid deep below the swordsmen’s feet.
Drops of warm water dripped from the deep green leaves of tall dark trees. They stood high above him, ignoring his presence as if he was just an ant crawling over the decayed leaves. As the swordsmen wandered through mountain, he followed a long forgotten path lined with aging stones and rotting bamboo. Small mice scampered about ahead of him, hiding among the leaf litter when he became too close. The swordsmen stepped onto one of the many broken flat rocks and slipped on the wet moss that covered it. He fell onto his side, cringing at the pain that crawled it’s way up his body.
The swordsmen sat u
Phantoms Of Another UniverseLook.More Like This
I'll tell it like it was.
Static clung to the air
like ornaments on a Christmas tree
and we were graced with the odd arced lightning.
Oh, it was cold.
I remember not seeing,
my fingers frozen off as
feeling receded from them
like waves on a beach.
how could I even be sure
the forgotten memory of a sunset
lay imprinted on my brain,
and its absence made the night
emptier than ever.
we waited for the moon to rise,
for the clouds to shift,
for the e-lec-tri-ci-ty to stop
(like lost travelers stumbling
in the desert waiting for an
oasis mirage to shatter their
we waited, questioning our existence,
questioning this formation of
questioning the light that remained
(like questioning "how in the world did
I lose that!" and it turns out you hadn't
you'd been waving it, flailing it, even,
(incredulously) in your hand)
and one year later,
one eternity l
It hurtIt hurt you know,More Like This
Falling for you.
I felt very bump and bang,
Every bruise and break.
I tried to hold on,
I tried to slow down,
I tried to stop.
But it was inevitable.
Gravity was too much,
It kept pulling me down
And when I landed,
When I hit the ground
At your feet
I could barely breathe.
It was too much
For anyone to handle
Let alone me.
But I watched you reach down,
And felt you pick me up.
You gathered together
All my broken pieces
And worked for days
Making me whole again.
It took time
But I finally realised
That for me to fall down to you
Meant that you
Had fallen too.
So once I was rebuilt
I searched for your missing pieces.
I found your hand
That made strings
I found your lungs,
Which turned air
Into a caress.
And I found your eyes,
Their blue oceans
But I couldn't find your heart.
Not straight away.
And I'm still looking,
But I can't see you anymore.
Because I know
That I am getting closer to your heart.
But it makes me wond
October's Turnpart of meMore Like This
within october's turn,
where neither baptism
can reach, wash away
the predictable chaos,
under dying leaves, there
a season's worst-case
spins its past and
into the motor windings
of autumn's mechanical angel
its secrets released
from the unsafe, opened
not by the turns of a dial,
but a turn of things
for the worse,
a turn taken
taken tangled, barefoot
and slick with storm
into silence, packaged
damp and tightly,
into a moonless night's
and i'm wading its river
on skeleton legs,
waiting for daybreak-
for october's hillside
to take its turn
toward orange and red,
in the still-lost
of a boy sunk
somewhere, just below
last summer's surface,
a boy still caught
before breath and sunrise
in autumn's cruel currents
of water and memory
The Inescapable FateI walk down the path of creations and casters,More Like This
from there I begin to run faster and faster.
why do I run, I do not know why?
But I feel if I stop I may soon die.
I run down the pathway, faster and faster
In order to prevent an unknown disaster.
A shadow lurks behind me as I run.
It launches towards me as if fired by a gun.
I run from the awful shadow as it catches up from behind.
A creature covered in darkness, and if you see it you'll go blind.
I scream as it approaches me as fast as a blaster.
Because of my fear I run faster and faster.
I run so fast I begin to choke on my breath.
If I run any faster I'll run into death.
The shadow had caught me and threw me to the ground.
I cry and sob until it put me down...
HarmattanVoici l’éternité mais voici l’HarmattanMore Like This
Excitant le pays de mouillure et chaleur
D’un air qui va luttant du désert d’un ailleurs
Que ne peut ignorer ce doux climat constant.
La pluie s’est arrêtée, l’humidité attend
Et l’unique distance au soleil de son heure
Pourtant coupé intense et dans son épaisseur
Par l’air puis les criquets, desséchés tant et tant…
Les manguiers vont mûrir et ce sera le temps
De cueillir les fruits gros et gorgés de couleurs
Pour goûter à la chair et parfois au bonheur
Voici l’éternité mais voici l’Harmattan…
DARK DARKBROADCAST SAFEMore Like This
THE PROCESS BY WHICH WE ARE
UNREQUITED, BUT WE CONTINUE
IN SENSELESS DISTASTE
UNDER ONE STRONG
VIBRATING, AND EVENTUALLY
TO SATURATION BARS
UNTIL IT’S TIME TO PULL
Intelligent Life.They are on their way.More Like This
Let’s send a message about who we are.
How much we care.
Show them life is fair.
How we shoot people every day.
We will wait, but until;
Let’s be ourselves.
And when they are here.
Let’s show them who we are.
How much we care.
Show them life is fair.
"Did we disappear?"
It's All Right.Society screams.More Like This
“Don’t be different!”
“Don’t be different!”
Society makes me shy.
People shout “Freak! Freak! Freak!”
I don’t listen, or at least I try.
It’s not alright to berate
People with missing limbs.
People that have some extra weight.
It is ok to be a eccentric or crazy.
It’s ok to wear glasses if things are hazy.
You don’t have to give in to anyone’s whims.
I think of myself as less formal,
Decent and halfway normal.
If that makes me different.
If that makes me a freak.
Then you are boring,
And less unique.
My HeartI think that my heart chose youMore Like This
because every time your near
my heart just lights up and I
just love talking to you.
I love being around you
And when you leave
Its just hard to watch you go.
daddy drinksmy daddy drinks becauseMore Like This
drowning his sorrows
is better than
drowning in them
my daddy drinks because
the drunken static
makes it easy
to be a family man
my daddy drinks because
his uncontrollable anger
is replaced with
an uncontrollable mirth
my daddy drinks because
nothing can match
the warmth of
a blackout's embrace
my daddy drinks because
he has a problem
is an excuse
Dirt FreeI'm sorry my dear but I'll never beMore Like This
Totally, completely dirt free.
I'll always have a stain or two,
But really, don't all of us have a few?
We gain our marks through living life
And through the ways we deal with strife.
We make mistakes and occasionally do wrong,
But we dust ourselves off and move along.
That's the way the world goes around.
It's nothing special and nothing profound.
We pick ourselves off and wipe away the dust.
Just because we're not clean doesn't mean we turn to rust.
Having some dirt is how we survive.
We keep moving on so we can stay alive.
If you're looking for a pure girl with plenty of worth,
First look in the mirror and examine your own dirt.
TidecallerShe calls the ocean;More Like This
The waves come to her.
She leaps high in the air
Which shimmers with liquid diamonds.
She dives into the depths;
Her scales sparkling;
As Tidecaller twirls and dances.
Bubbles burst from her lips in surprise,
As a curious baby seahorse twirls in front of her.
She smiles, and puts out a finger.
The tiny seahorse nickers,
And rubs her head
On Tidecaller's finger.
She darts to the mermaid's cheek,
And nuzzles her;
It tickles Tidecaller.
And tickles the little seahorse under the chin.
The baby whinnies, and does a somersault.
And twirls with glee
In the shimmering water.
The baby spins too, and somewhere,
They hear a distant neigh.
Her voices is strange in the water;
The tiny seahorse nods,
Poem - Grammar's DrolleryGrammar's DrolleryMore Like This
Poem for Day 278 – 20151006
I'll have passion but no love,
tenderness without cherishment,
It seems strange I know,
but I'll be happy with no enjoyment.
The masses are awfully pretty,
but the people hold no beauty.
I'll see the excellence of all,
but hold no admiration of man.
I'm surrounded by communities,
and the cities are no more.
Possessions are all I have,
no wealth, no gold, just food.
My muse is no more, art is gone.
No more poetry, only sonnets.
My verses cease to be,
replaced by idyllic ballads.
Look to the madness,
killers that don't murder,
the loonies are not crazy,
this is the dwelling in which I settled.
See the darkness with no light,
with utter tenderness without joy.
Perhaps you see where I occupy,
this terra of grammar's drollery.
© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
A new place.I never felt like this.More Like This
It's like a whole new place has opened up inside me.
A place I knew nothing of.
In that strange new place things travel at a different pace, with different looks and different names.
I never felt like this before.
In there, colors are so vivid and bright,
like they were made of sunlight, yet
it is not the sun that lights it up -
It's like a whole new place;
with endless smiles to fill an endless space - ever since I met you.
Tenshi-no-hane-OkamiTen angels walk in clouds over theMore Like This
Nobody can see them, but they
Spread them wings, way to the
Heaven, and it
Is our beautiful and mortal fate.
House of winged spirits
Age of silence and quiet
Need motion, but
Even a single feather falling in the air does too much noisy.
Once the angels have fallen dead
Keep your hopes,
All has a new and better life
More than quiet and silence is the promise
In the eyes of a young wolf.
(En realidad... queda más lindo en castellano, pero bueno, el acróstico u.u )