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
Black RosesDidn't you say you would beMore Like This
always beside me.
Didn't you say
you would never leave,
and never say goodbye.
I wish you wouldn't have had to leave.
Life is a promise easily broken.
Now all I have are memories,
and these words left unspoken.
With nothing left to say,
I lay down these black roses.
I wish that i could stay,
but this is killing me.
Although i walk away,
you'll still be apart of me.
Black roses,Black roses.
Sometimes I still hear your voice
inside of my head.
Like a whispering shadow that stays,
you come and come again.
Life is always changing.
Sometimes we laugh,
and sometimes we cry.
I hope somehow you'll hear me
with each rainy day that passes by.
Come to me,
My life is the rose that's in your hands.
Don't let me die,
and wilt away.
With nothing left to say,
I lay down these black roses.
I wish that i could stay,
but this is killing me.
Although i walk away,
you'll still be apart of me.
Black roses,Black roses.
DecemberHear the whispering wordsMore Like This
spinning in your head.
from your heart that's dead.
Hearts keep beating,
believing lies of love.
Disintegrating inside me,
wake me up.
Every day is like December
cold and dead.
I hate remembering.
I fall again.
I die again.
Venom from your lips it speaks to me
What's the secret that you hide
in your eyes?
Your eyes are killing me.
Look into the mirror,
broken on the floor.
Bleed and cry,
I wish for something more.
the knifes in my back.
Nobody can stop the haunting.
Let me go.
Rip out my heart.
Your eyes are killing me.
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
fallenend-of-summer drought-More Like This
one leaf after another
litters the parched earth
rain showers cannot save them
nor will “I’m sorry” save us
Why'd you change?What happened?More Like This
What went wrong?
When did the old you end?
I saw it happen slowly
Didn't know what exactly
Was really going on
Until I felt you falling
Out of my grasp
Out of my life
I reached out
Only for you to
Not reach back
I told you you've changed
But you don't know how
You haven't noticed
Felt the difference
Haven't realized what it is
Just what it is that I see
I'm trying to pull you back
Holding onto you
Not letting go
Afraid I'll lose you
To that dark place inside
Where no one returns from
Its hard to see
It breaks my heart
Just knowing who you were
From the very start
I never saw this coming
It never crossed my mind
But now you're falling
Falling into this abyss where I
Have often been
If you would listen
Take hold of what I say
Stop thinking of the bad
And think for another day
I know it may feel
Like I don't make sense
But if you can't see
You don't have a second chance
My greatest fear
With you in mind
Would be with you gone
Or watch you die
I feel your pain
Each and every
No endI fell asleep last nightMore Like This
Listening to the rain
Thinking of your voice
Dreaming of your name
The pain inside was so strong
I couldn't bear the thought
Of how I felt about you
As my heart and mind, they fought
My tears were nonexistent
But I felt them in my chest
Suffocating me until I knew
I would not get any rest
You didn't do anything
To make me feel this way
Its just how much I miss you
Every single day
The rain was such a soothing sound
It made me want to cry
It filled my heart with sorrow
Even more, which made me die
I wrestled with my covers
Threw my pillows at the wall
And finally the tears came down
Like the leaves raining in fall
The pain inside grew deeper
And I knew it would not pass
Because these feelings inside linger
And they are the kind that last
on the risemoon on the riseMore Like This
reflections in the lake
memories to make
campfires warm face
beckons an embrace
away with heavyhearted
getting kick started
InterludesListen...More Like This
What do I hear?
For a while...
The merriment of the village wedding today
has ceased and lingers only
in bright trails of paper garlands
strewn across tables.
In rose petals trodden outside a church
their pinkness bleeding into stone.
In photographs waiting for display.
In smiles of those who viewed the joy
who now sleep.
their gentle rhythmic breathing
merging into the softest night sounds.
What do I hear?
The echoes of mourning.
The sorrow of the village funeral
is there etched on a white stone,
alongside an epitaph,
on written eulogies caught in branches
where a sudden wind took them.
In sighs as earth scattered and a flurry
of flowers lie in mourners’ footprints,
The night eases through the pain
to comfort those who mourned, yet
I feel the anguish in their restless sleep,
in bedclothes crumpling
in pillows dampening.
so faintly the soft drift of tears
falling into tomorrow.
What do I hear?
A cry int
Sonnet LXXVOp. 28, no. 3More Like This
And for the peace of you I hold such strife,
To hold my distance seeing how you wept
For years spent waiting for a life to life
We both hoped for these times did not accept.
And how I wished we could have moved ahead,
But all the same we could not push the hand
That pulled our bound hearts close with scarlet thread.
His will, and his alone, is our command.
But still in lonely nights I feel the ache
Estrangement brings; this beating sorrow throbs
Against this fragile courage, fit to break
Into a slow and steady beat of sobs.
It's turmoil, yes, but one thought goes before:
I love you not, if Him I love not more.
LammastideI walked the fields of SummerlandsMore Like This
When all the green was turning gold
The harvest yield was manifold
And prosperous, the work of hands
The afternoon that warmed my skin
Was slow as honey, sweet as myrrh —
Clarion, autumn's harbinger —
The westering daylight halcyon
The way led me to lofty hall
Where august was the company
And welcoming in amity
With accolade from one and all
In Harvest Hall do I abide
Where merry do we meet again
In homecoming at journey's end
To heart's ease here at Lammastide
WanderlustThe autumn leaves have turned to flameMore Like This
The empty fields to early frost
And wanderlust has staked its claim
The broad horizon sings my name
To find my fortune and my fame
I seek the way that long was lost.
The wind, it smells of foreign things
And places I have never seen
It flies ahead on kestrel’s wings
Its voice upon the mountain rings
I chase what each new dawning brings
And seek to find the golden mean.
Each new turning in the way
Leads to what I cannot know
Stars unnamed light where I lay
And bid me on at break of day
To take me where, I cannot say
But I am called, and I must go.
The Ballad of Isolde the FairI sing the tale of Isolde the fair,More Like This
Her eyes as deep and bright as the sea;
Sunlight was caught in her golden hair,
Her laughter a joyous melody.
The rose bloomed in her pearly skin
And kindness lit her beauteous face,
Her voice as sweet as the rushing linn,
Her bearing held the willow’s grace.
She danced the swallow’s soaring flight,
Her heart elusive as the night.
From far and wide the warriors came,
Hopeful that they might behold
Her loveliness of storied fame,
Regaling her with stories bold.
And seeing her, each man was fain
To win her far impassive heart,
But every effort was in vain;
Aloof, she held herself apart
’Til one arrived, of great acclaim —
And Leif the Erling was his name.
The hero came from distant lands
Where monsters stalked the icy plains,
And winter slaked its cruel demands
By binding all in hunger’s chains.
So set to sea did Leif the bold,
Honor-bound by blood and breath,
Crossing distances untold
To save his father’s hold from
Pain, Hatred, VengeancePainMore Like This
Ripped from reality.
Plunged into fears.
Flound’ring in shock.
Disowning my ears.
‘Air’ means living.
But am I alive?
Or am I existing?
A desolate presence,
stripped of my essence.
Numbly I speak
but my words
have no resonance.
Steel eyes glinting.
Cold and devouring.
Enslaved, and obsessed.
Like hoarfrost in heat,
is this popping distress.
Divorced from sanity,
in palpable misery;
drained, I am hating,
and stuck in calamity.
The drumroll of time
blankets your mind...
I uncover your crimes,
– make your skeletons mine.
My desires defined:
they shall dance to my rhyme!
And as you decline
will I have peace of mind?
A grievous provocation.
A budding inclination.
A flourishing temptation
but lingering evasion...
So with subtle infiltration
comes comedic exposition
of your perfect imperfections,
you shall bleed humiliation!
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
.he pointsMore Like This
to a crucifix
on the left side
of his neck
tells me he can end all
of your suffering -
and i look at him
and i cross my arms, thinking
he can't even do this
conquestthrow back this ThursdayMore Like This
to a lifetime ago,
when my bridges were too young
to be fireproof
and I didn't yet know the words
you were my Columbus,
my twisted Magellan,
hands hardened and hungry
for any part of me
that could bear your name.
you sought me and wrought me
dead in the water,
every bloody fingerprint a flag
that marked each brand-new territory
upon my skin -
I was greener than grass
and you sent your victory marches
all over me,
steamrolling my rugged edges
and calling me all the kind words for
throw back this Thursday
to a lifetime ago -
people aren't supposed to fall
you aren't supposed to pile them up
and burn them.
throw back this Thursday
to a lifetime ago -
before ache upon ache
was tattooed on these bones;
before my voice knew how to beg
and even now,
I say grace when I am called
to remember you.
and even now,
I am naive enough
to still be so grateful.
we're not broken, just benta collapsed chamberMore Like This
does not a heart unmake.
we are built
firmer than romance ;
and whichever way we crumble,
I swear you will never want
.the rabbits twitchMore Like This
in their sleep;
of red bitten necks
wet with spit,
the birds dream of their eggs
and runny -
the mice dream of hearing
that tabby cat scream
as the teeth of life rip
things you should've told me.1. You're going to be okay.More Like This
2. I haven't forgiven myself yet, but I'm getting there.
3. You can't make homes out of people. You can't make poems out of them, either.
4. Whatever you want to believe, you should know you made me happy.
5. You were always beautiful, even though I never said it aloud.
6. Writing about you is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
7. Tucked between my lungs is a memory of the day you first smiled at me.
8. It's funny when you realise that I'm an atheist, and goodbye used to mean God be with ye.
9. I don't know the words for the way I felt when you first called me handsome.
10. Sometimes I started fights just to see if I could make you leave.
11. I stopped loving you somewhere in between the third drink and the fourth.
12. I went home that night and I couldn't remember your face.
13. I never read your letters - it would have been too sad.
14. Boys should be allowed to cry in public, too.
15. I wasn't built to handle forevers.
16. I can't listen
you are my signal fire.you areMore Like This
to my constellated skies,
to my wandering bark ;
on the skyline,
I am still waiting
for you to light my way
Yesterday I Met a BoyI am a girlMore Like This
And yesterday I met a boy.
He is cute
He is funny
He is sweet
And his personality makes him gorgeous, at least to me.
This feeling in my chest
This nervous tension
This beautiful anxiety
I want it forever
And I want it for everyone.
But then I wondered what it would be like
If I had met a girl, and she made me feel this way.
What it would be like
To feel this electric bliss
this euphoric anticipation
And have some bastard snatch it away
Tell me it's a sin
Tell me the feeling I'm feeling is unnatural
Tell me I will spend an eternity in hell if I give in to this feeling
That the God that made me this way won't love me
That half my friends might desert me when I need them the most
That perfect strangers might be so offended they might beat me
That I might be bullied to the point that I decide to end it the only way I know how
I am a girl
And yesterday I met a boy
But if tomorrow I meet a girl
My God will love me just t
Children of the LeavesWe had a special love for the seasons,More Like This
and breathed more than their air.
But there were some days
when the sun shone too sparingly,
and the wind blew too coldly.
Insane!!!I'm scared, I'm so alone,More Like This
Your heart is made of stone
Is this what you desire?
To set my heart on fire?
And now I'm so in pain!
You're driving me insane!
I'm here, I want to see you,
It drives me mad, I need you!
I'm staring at your eyes,
Your face cold as ice
You're putting on dark glasses,
Behind I feel your flashes!!
And now I'm so in pain!
You're driving me insane-insane-insane!!!
I'm here, I'm scared and lonely,
I feel that I'm the only!
I'm trembling on your voice,
I hear it inside the noise!
You enslave my eyes and ears!
Control my breath and fears!!
And now I'm so in pain!
You're driving me insane!!!
I'm here on my own,
I'm feeling like a clown
You rule my breath and feeling,
There is no hidden meaning!
Your move and sexuality
Disturbed my hall normality!!!
And now I'm so in pain!
You're driving me insane!!!
I'm here again in silence,
There is no great science!
You robbed me of my life
And cut it like a knife!
You stole my mind and feeling,
There is no inner meaning!
On Gay Marriage When we look back at slavery,More Like This
We just don’t understand,
How people could be so cruel,
To deny the basic human rights,
Because of their skin.
We wonder how people could do this,
To look upon something they can’t control,
And turn it into hate.
Perhaps the children,
Born without a time before equal marriage,
Will look back,
And think the same about us.
What I've Learned From ExamsSix years of study,More Like This
For a certificate to validate my worth.
Six years of suffering,
On this beautiful blue earth.
Six years of learning,
The futility of life,
Six years of filling my heart with strife.
Now I look back at years of tears misspent.
At times when my battered heart bled.
It feels so distant, but the future's so far.
I realize now that we aren't meant to know who we are.
Am I a teacher, a doctor or nerd?
Am I a fool?
What have I learned?
I've learned to regurgitate Newton's First Law,
The reason behind every genetic flaw,
The names of the men who helped the slaves be freed.
Quadratic equations I'll never need.
I've learned that success is measured in conformity,
And to be unique is an abnormality.
I've learned that knowledge is useless if it won't be on your paper,
And if you fail you'll have to retake it.
I've learned that the beauty of words,
Is limited to the use of assonance and active verbs.
I've seen smart people commit suicide,
All because of a system that rewards the
Nymphet (Poem)The evening has arrived,More Like This
And it's that time again,
You knew it would come,
But you didn't know when,
Sitting on my lap,
Relaxed and calm,
Whilst I caress your arm,
Your mind shuts down,
The instinct awakens,
I kiss your neck,
And your heartbeat hastens,
But the back massage,
That's what flicked the switch,
You succumb to the feeling,
Your desire starts to itch,
You had the chance to escape,
It's an opportunity missed,
Because now you're under my spell,
And you can't resist,
You wonder how it happened,
How you entered this situation,
Why your lust is now burning,
Overcome with temptation,
But it's too late now,
You want it too bad,
Those hormones are raging,
And inside you've gone mad,
But it's time to begin,
So lay down on the bed,
It's time to taste your essence,
And watch your face turn red,
You know you shouldn't,
But you can't say no,
The words won't leave your lips,
And you've got nowhere to go,
But before we begin,
I better warn you, sweet girl,
Sometimes You Don't Have to Change the WorldAres is not what I imagined her to be. The great man of myth, muscular and imposing, shining in his armour, with crested helmet and mighty spear, does not stand before me. Instead I face a young woman, hardly more than a girl. She is soft and delicate, with eyes so large they will soak up the world, and skin like spun glass, that glitters in the darkness. A warm glow radiates from within her, not quite visible, but strong enough for me to feel the heat on my face.More Like This
The sound of traffic wafts up to us from the street far below. Heavy clouds block out the night sky, reflecting back the poisonous orange of streetlamps and office blocks. The rooftop is high above it all, and we are invisible. That’s why I chose it, to be alone. The last thing I expected was a visitor, proclaiming to be a god.
“Ares?” I scoff, looking her over with something I imagine to be petulance. If not for the fact that she was so decidedly un-human, and that she had materialised on the rooftop with n
Men Don't Really Want SexFrom a woman to men:More Like This
Wanna call us sluts?
Then fine, we’ll have less sex with you.
Because calling us names makes it look like we’re sexual gluts.
You won’t allow us to publically show our breasts?
Ok, sure. If you really don’t want to see them.
And prefer to see our bodies covered and modestly dressed.
You think abortion should be illegal because it’s wrong?
Well then sex is risky. What if I’m not ready for children?
Then in bed with you must not be where I belong.
Don’t want to be called a pussy? Think it’s a disgrace?
Gosh. If that’s your outlook on our genitalia,
Maybe you should avoid it, since it’s not something you embrace.
Our bodies are too fat, hairy, not feminine enough?
That’s a lot of standards you set, it’s too much work to change.
Why should we shave what’s natural? I’d rather keep it rough.
If you want us to have sex with you
Then stop making female sexuality a taboo.
And for When I'll Miss YouI’ll probably cry oceans,More Like This
I already cry rivers just thinking about
When you’re gone.
But I hope I won’t ever forget
The songs that you wrote
In my heart when you
Waltzed into my world,
And the roadmap of memories
Etched in the pages of the
Story of my life.
I hope that
Through the tears
I’ll still be able to smile.
What I amThese words that I think, write and say;More Like This
They are in the air that I breathe,
In the water that I drink
In the earth that I stand on
And in the fire that I hold in my hand
These words make up my being and prove that I exist.
They make up my bones that keep me standing
They make up my muscles that give me strength
They make up my blood and my heart where my passion lies
And they make up my soul and my mind that connect me with God.
My words are my sword and my shield.
They are my breath,
They are my strength,
They are my blood,
They are my soul...
These words are who I am.
I am a poet
I am a writer
I am a storyteller
I am what I will always be...
Rainfall of a LifetimeWhispered promises will echoMore Like This
Through the frost of our winter;
Chilling days begging to let go,
Stuck in my mind like a splinter.
You took away all of my fears..
Cleansed; my soul you washed.
Our pains from the past cleared,
As our shadows simply watched.
Fragments of what once had been
Clashes with this newfound passion.
Crashing ashore, your mind asking;
You're still grasping what happened.
Retrace your years; trace your mind-
Every little step brought you to me.
How I wish that you were my mine..
I'd show you how you're all I need.
Fingertips traveling in soft caress,
Something so sweet I cannot recall.
Lingering moments; I'll not digress,
I'll wait here, standing in the rainfall.
.I've fallen in love with these windswept streetsMore Like This
the ice-blue skies, they cry for me
the raindrops glisten in the distant view
like a shower of stardust in the city lights;
I find my hope in these rundown parts.
In the metro heart of a sleepy city
the motion leaves me dazzled and dizzied;
the headlights of the passing cars
illumine my face like incandescent stars;
and rather than waiting by a post-letter box
I'm distracting myself with directionless walks
yet all my brain can conjure up
are bygone memories of you.
Hours on end but there's no reply
my forlorn heart's like the ashen sky
I'm cold, and alone, and I'm drenched to the bone
But there's still no sign of you.
For a second, I could see you in the dim-lit path
like a child in a dream, it was all in my mind
I swear I can hear you in the gentle breeze
well, hope is insanity when unconfined
then reality hits with a vicious smack
you meant it when you said that you were never coming back.
Pre-Dawn SkyforMore Like This
some kind of mirror
a reality found
start of day's
can be worn
maybe in darkness
perhaps even light
you only see
that can be
hard to define
that so try
no one else
illusion in truth
before the world
sees your face
you can choose
the smile inside
by the side
Who are you?"Who are you?"More Like This
said the Caterpillar.
"Who are you?"
But how could she answer?
The identity of a person is not so
easily known, and one has to think very hard
before one can say with certainty.
She could be a beautiful winged horse whose flesh
glows with the golden, incandescent dust of fairies, her
mane a sugary concoction of pinks and blues with streaks of
black and green whilst her tail is a brazen red that would shock the senses of
even the wildest of flames.
Or perhaps she could be a jellyfish that carves paths through
the darkest and lightest of waters, the bell shape of her body
as large as her blue skirts and her trailing tentacles as
pretty and glittering and perhaps even brighter than
the heavenly stars that hang from the
silver strings attached to
the sturdy yet gentle fingers of the puppet master.
Or even, perhaps, she could be a pixie, with fluttering
dragonfly wings that beat faster tha
The Lemon VendorThe wind was slowly dying downMore Like This
And I was in the centre
With leaves and trees and greenish things
And lemon’s from John’s vendor
The little town that I lived in
Was now a whole lot smaller
The pile that once was living
Was slowly getting taller.
After some time the wind was gone
Though clouds of dust remained
And to my right I thought I saw
A cracked-in window pane
Stepping closer I could tell
From the part still standing
Was the railing John had built
In our downstairs landing.
I have decided on the worst
With the sandstorm’s dreadful haste
That everyone, in this little town
Has gone to another place
I am not sure, why I was left
And wasn’t left to die
Perhaps to tell the story of
The fateful sandstorm I survived.
It didn’t take me long to notice
John’s dusty auburn hair
For a lock of it was visible
On the bottom stair
My heart jumped up and hit my throat
My words turned into water
My eyes were circling all around
I questioned Nature’s slaughte
LeadershipI sometimes find myselfMore Like This
In a leadership role
Something I never liked
It gives me no pleasure whatsoever
But it also makes me realize
That I actually have the skills
To be a good leader
Because, after all
The best leaders there are
Are the ones who are chosen
Not the ones who fight for it
CompletionI was incompleteMore Like This
Something was missing
But then I met you
And now we're both complete
So I must thank you
Stay SunnyWhen the clouds are dark and jadedMore Like This
Keep your sunshine un-persauded,
When the sun burns like a fire
May your flowers remain unfaded
When heavy rain falls from the sky
Let a rainbow grace your eyes,
When the colors hide their face from you
Don't forget to wave goodbye
When a mighty flood fills the well
Take your boat out for a sail,
When the boards begin to leak
Don't feel bad if you must bail
When your crew is sad and moping
Keep your young heart hoping,
When your heart plays tricks on you
Keep your free mind open
Never let the captain tell you
Love is just a point of view,
Never let them pierce their hooks
And change your mind on what is true
Fallen BridgeOnce here there was a bridgeMore Like This
That I used to cross over
A perilous deep ridge,
Guided by my inner clover.
Always going back and forth,
Knowing it won’t collapse,
Didn’t want to see its worth
Or ever think of traps.
Now the bridge is gone
And the chasm got deeper
I’m so afraid to go on
Faith went so much lower.
I must go the long way
On a road with no signs.
I’m tired! My feet are like clay
And my body trapped in vines.
But there’s no time to rest,
My goal awaits me where
I’ll pass the final test,
If I’m willing to dare.
Should I fall, I shall rise,
Should I lose, I’ll still fight
All alone with no allies
To defeat my every fright.
Now I’m my own clover,
Courage guides my way,
And when this is all over
I’ll stop being a pray.
At the end of this quest
I’ll reach another ridge
But now, at this harder test,
I shall build my own bridge.
August 23, 2015
The Lonely DragonLiving by himself in a remote place,More Like This
Too afraid to ever show his face,
The lonely dragon lies in great sadness,
Always standing on the brink of madness.
He wanted to share wisdom with the world
But to him renegation always hurled
Everyone saw him as something to be slain
And this only increased his growing pain.
Everyday hoping that people might change
To see that he is kind and not strange
But no one looks past the exterior
So he’ll always remain inferior.
At night he would often ask the stars
Why has he been put like this behind bars
But the stars were mostly silent to him
And his horizon became so grim.
He heard in stories told by his elders
That the world was once soft like feathers,
In time they stopped listening to reason
And what was a friend is now a demon.
The present became a cruel monster,
Turning him into nothing but a goner,
So banished like an outcast he shall die,
Taking his memory far beyond the sky.
August 24, 2015
Solstice AestheticSummer in the harsh landMore Like This
my tan line accounted for between freckles and bruises
The particular nostalgia
of espresso stirred into milk and cinnamon
August the hot asphalt burn
On the skin left after July streaks by too fast for you to gasp for air
The purring of the thunderstorm.
The soft drenching of the rain.
Fire and laughter in the dark.
The Laws of AttractionHe likes to tell me how stars work.More Like This
He explains that Hydrogen ignites, collides, infuses -
and while he’s talking I am trying
to stifle the reverb in my heartbeat.
I try and stop my heart going supernova.
He tells me that the Hydrogen fuses into Helium
and eventually the star runs out of each -
I try not to be forcibly reminded
of every time I run out of Oxygen when he smiles at me -
I’m trying to listen.
He details how the stars elements burn out
one by one
creating heavier elements that burn less brightly.
I’m comparing stars to love
because to me, Hydrogen, Nitrogen or Iron -
a star’s still a star at all its stages
and I love the stars.
He whispers to me
about how these elements disperse
how they reform and relapse
and I recall how stars become everything
He’s got his hands in my hair and his grip round my heart
so when the silence falls I can’t help but rush;
‘There’s static energy in my
RazorMidnight's tawdry pulseMore Like This
is feeble under my fingertips,
and her long black dress
feels like August
slipping through my fingers.
I like how her bones complain
that I misuse them,
tender to my touch,
and how her jaw arches back
and the moon arcs like a razor
across the room.
We flaunt the stars,
the stones under our skin
stretching the bed frame
till we crack.
And I fill you up,
your arms a battle
raging in the waning lies
A Season of Winter1. and so it begins. . .More Like This
their death poems
2. senses awaken. . .
I open a melon,
its green perfume
3 . across a field. . .
the Milky Way
casts a farmer's shadow
4. welcome. . .
shutting out the chill,
moonlight spills in
5. daydreams. . .
winter vegetables for stew,
thoughts of summer plums
6. snow angels. . .
the imprints you and I
left behind, fill with snow
7. comet-trysting. . .
new moon phase—
winter anointed with sapphires
from a nightly caller
8. solstice. . .
the same moon
you and I
the same moon
9. a homecoming. . .
milky way in deep winter—
his son's voice
no longer a child's
10. crystallized. . .
half dressed by a window—
frost on the cars
11. cold morning, hot tea. . .
he sips a steaming cup
watching from its edge
as I cut pears in two
12. a harbinger. . .
Solitude Heart Petals, chrysanthemum, whisper on zephyrMore Like This
Kissing her hand, clutching her memories,
Orbital snowflakes caress idle heather
And there she lies
Tormented and demented - she cries.
For what is love when it conflicts the heart?
Lyrics - I've Stepped AwayI've Stepped AwayMore Like This
Poem for Day 170 – 20150619
Can't you see I've stepped away,
distance between the you and me?
Would you wonder where I went
if you never saw me again?
I'll give you an important clue:
transparent letters on world's glass.
I'm the one who had left
before you really knew who I was.
Shades of impressions left behind,
stick figures of a twisted mind,
drawn in blood and other fluids
for your beloved amusement.
Find the artist, seek the poet,
slurred reciting of life portrayed.
Drunken scribblings do betray
thoughts better left concealed.
Stepped away, imaginings,
laughter in the hallway,
shadows linger left behind.
Please smile when I do the same,
look away when I express the pain.
This bargain is the devil's trick,
ensuring that I slip away.
Scratch the surface so you'll see
the smile a mask hurting more,
as he laughs at the inside joke
of a smile that never was.
Can't you see I've stepped away,
vanished from the sight of you?
Shame the devil, he's the fool,
Confessions of a poetWounded heart bleeding in vainMore Like This
Through the pen, his open vein.
Piecing together the fragments
Of a broken world he laments.
Living his own dimension
Bound but by his vision
And forever wondrously gaping
At a reality he's escaping.
Life a personified metaphor
As comparable as similes or,
Various vivid altering alliterations
Saying same stories with alterations.
Death nor life can abate his blessed curse
For even at funerals he thinks in verse-
"Don't ... just don't pity the dead
But the one's left behind instead"
So he confesses to a charge-less crime
Of seeing the world in endless rhyme.
Here's Some Love...I see you crying in the night.More Like This
I know what set you off.
But that is not important now...
looks like I have a job to do.
Look me in the eyes, dear...
is he worth all of that pain?
Is he worth feeling like crap?
You know you can do much better.
Don't be afraid--you're safe with me.
Here's some love...something better.
Take it at your comfort, take it all.
This will get you going through the day.
If you like what you have ingested,
know that there is much more to be had.
Perhaps one day, you can pass it on,
and soother another as I just did for you.