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Land Of The Free?I Can buy a gun.
I Can buy beer.
I Can buy a house.
I Can vote.
I Can buy a car.
I Can pay income taxes.
BUT
I Can't get married,
because I'm gay.
So you tell me,
Is America truly the land of the free?Land Of The Free?3 weeks ago in Free Verse

You gave me sunset loveShe was grass-stained
with bleeding, bare-foot
dreams,

because she’d always said
that shoes were for porcelain girls
afraid of callous skin.

and she was not fear.
not anymore.

when it crept in on white
manicured edges,
she would make lions of trembling girls,
which craved and devoured
from her temples
a sunset-blossom
love.

You can't hurt me anymore.You gave me sunset love1 month ago in Free Verse

Brave EnoughBrave Enough
21-5-13

Two days ago I met a man who is more than a man.
He dared bare his soul to a stranger
Whose words could have been lies...
...yet he took the risk,
Plucked his chicken of courage,
And went for it.

Today I fell in love with that man.
A soul so similar to mine
That it’s like hearing myself talking back at me.
He dared tell me I was special and appreciated.

Am I being a fool?

Am I rushing into the battle without any armour or weapons
Praying to a God I’m not sure exists
That this time it is for real
And I won’t die again?

Or have I finally met the one meant for me?
That one who makes me feel normal
InsBrave Enough2 days ago in Free Verse

BraveOne more time repeat it
so you don't forget
rehearsed in a frantic rush
and afterward it still wasn't good enough

Dropped attempt
or entirely avoided again
it's easier to walk away
take a risk on a different day

Maybe some day I will no longer want to just be safe
Maybe one day I will be braveBrave1 month ago in Songs & Lyrics

When i go to warWhen i go to war,
And I am not saying I will.
But IF I do, I promise you
Each man will get his fill.

I will ride to battle upon a steed
A mount of frozen star light.
Flanked by my knights, ten of them
Five on either side, they stand brave in the night.

I'll bare upon my head a helm
Forged from the sun's own rays.
And my knights will wear cloaks of gold,
As they guard against the what in the dark lays.

But enough about such superficial things
Because, when I go to war,
I want to stand beside all thee
Else, what am I fighting for!

I believe I mentioned once before
My knights, I claimed what? Ten?
In golden cloaks, fighting the dark
This be When i go to war2 weeks ago in Free Verse

You Could Be a TreeBut
you're just a seedling with
so much potential,
wasting it on folly
and sprees,
And
fame comes to fools
with the minds to
play the game
while the rest of us
work our fingers to
the bone.
Hewing
Digging
Carving
And
sometimes the leaves bloom
where you least expect them;
sometimes the branches break
under the weight of winter's snow.
But
we'll keep counting the
age rings that mark us,
separating the trees from
the weeds.You Could Be a Tree2 days ago in Free Verse

-Slam Poetry- ImagineImagine.
Slam poem.
A simple blank piece of paper
staring me in the eye as I looked around my yellow kitchen and sat down in the clashing purple office chair
me and the paper having a good 20 second staring contest as it taunts me with its writableness
The tension in the room was about as thick as that 3 week old milk in the fridge before I finally yelled. “WHAT AM I GOING TO CREATE!?”
My cat looked up from brushing her face against the pointy candy dish with her almost soulless green eyes as she meowed out an “IMAGINE!”
Imagine!
Take all those years of smiles smiling and Tears crying out for attention or a simple hug and let them cover the page
Imagine!
Remember all those lonely nights of 8 minute mozzarella sticks and that jamming rock music with your metaphoric melodies on the computer screen and let them dance along the page with grace and head banging
IMAGINE!
Use your style, use your grace use that swa-Slam Poetry- Imagine3 weeks ago in Free Verse

Sad GirlI will never be your sad girl.
That little trinket you wear around your ego
to make it sparkle
like diamonds
girls wear around their necks;
like you wear your hands around their necks.
Women wear these abuses like pearl necklaces,
as if they were lost jewels excavated from behind the pearly gates;
a Christmas gift
from the man who choked sapphires out of your mothers eyes
and paid the way for her heaven headed expedition.
A gift
wrapped like knuckles beating brass colored choruses
into her copper skin, harvesting rubies;
sweet and sticking to her body after he
scrubbed away his sins from the surface.
A gift from God.
As if his hands hSad Girl4 days ago in Free Verse

Glass Half-EmptyThe half-empty glass
would wash it down my desert throat
And I could plaster a smile at these unfriendly faces
Twitch my collar like a girl in a stuffy suit in a stuffy room
Hope my grin cements itself in place
And dream of the long, winding road not taken;
Or it could hide, under tongue, in cheek,
And I could
Believe that
‘Things always get worse before they get better’
And ‘Time heals all wounds’
And one day I’ll be the spitting image of
Everything they want me to be.
I swallow.Glass Half-Empty3 weeks ago in Free Verse

Tightrope WalkerTightrope walker. No
safety net. Applause encore
or a broken neck.Tightrope Walker3 weeks ago in Free Verse

WolvesGoldilocks and three
bears eat. I watch for a 'prince'
who'll never arrive.

Paper skin rose eyes
spider leg cheeks. My sister
sewed through her finger.
Spinning wheel witch
no castle walls. My sister
is sleeping beauty.

Me, red riding hood.
I slink home again. Dark wolves
lurk in dark forests.
I claw, wall of vines.
They howl and writhe and rise. Out
here rain could hide me.

Discarded sheep's clothes
line stairs from my bed. Bigger
wolves lurk in my head.Wolves3 weeks ago in Free Verse

Burn, burn, burnDragon, you want to breathe fire
Ringleader of this circus, you think you can juggle
Stars and planets and worlds, girls
Who can dance their fingers through flames
But not me. You might drop me.
And it won’t be okay,
Because even though I’m not sure I want to blaze like a Roman candle
Then drop from the sky into some field, disused
I still need someone to pick up the pieces when I fall apart.
But it’s okay.
Because one day I’ll cry tears that rain all over your parade
And fire breather, you’ll snort smoke
Will I smile when your smoke and mirrors, just memories, once more?Burn, burn, burn2 weeks ago in Free Verse

Brave heart curse part 13 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word

The BrightestOf all the stars that glint above
There was one in the East
That shone bright in a humble town--
A girl-child deemed the least.
A foundling on a midwife's step
With none to call her kin,
She bore the blows life granted her
And never lost her grin.
Still no one would befriend the girl
Who ran the woodlands wild,
And everyone she passed would say,
"There goes that wicked child."
And then one day upon the green
The village gathered loud
To report a beast that had come
To terrorize the crowd.
The crops had all been burned to ash
And cattle torn to shred
"And soon!" some cried, to much dismay,
"We'll be the next ones dead!"
"We need a hero!" all declared,
But none would claim the part,
For all their pride and blustering
It seemed they had no heart.
All save for one, that is, who spoke--
The girl they thought the least--
"Take heart, my friends, for I will go
And tame this wretched beast."
Of course they laughed and scoffed at her,
This long-limbed innocent,
AndThe Brightest1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

A Warrior's Helfor

A Warrior's Helför

The corpse-dew clings stubbornly to my clothes, flowing freely from my head.

An arrow fired from afar has hit its mark; Today I shall soon be dead.

Before my eyes roll back in their sockets, I look up into the cloudless sky.

Riding through the air like wayward rockets, I see the fabled Valkyrjar fly.

Those divine choosers of the slain, they fly so swiftly through the air!

Though their spears are drenched in blood, their beauty is beyond compare.

My body laid still-warm in the dirt, my flesh giving the ravens their rightful share.

Taking me in her arms, I am held tightly by one with braided locks of golden hair.A Warrior's Helfor1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

So Real, It's SurrealI'll be plain I'll be formal
I'm not insane, but I'm not normal
I enjoy watching an audience react
To my words since I write abstract
I'm the cold flame that causes freezer burn
I'm the student that taught teachers to learn
I've been known to confuse a large sum
By giving them an expected ironic outcome

Affiliating words with celestial electricity
Creating zephyrs that causes wind to cease
Understating using a grand hyperbole
Relating logic with insanity

I fish for phrases, many I have caught
My pen sails on words making it a logonaut
Ballot over bullet, pen over sword
Paper as a shield, bravely marching forward
Fusing concepts creates fissSo Real, It's Surreal1 month ago in Songs & Lyrics

A Broken Man In MayWhat I wish I never knew,
I know most intimately.
I know it better than my lovers past
The feeling it gives me lasts
Longer than those moments of pleasure
Felt at the hands, the lips and movement of hips of sex with an ex
But it does not feel better.
It does not feel sweeter.
Nothing ruins tomorrow like the sting of sorrow
And when I think of death I lose my breath;
Memories haunt my mind
My past has never been kind.

My body is young.
My soul is old.
My face is eroded from years of tears,
From the melancholy of the stories I've told.
To lose a friend, for a loved on to die
To never have the chance to say goodbye,
That would be sad enough if A Broken Man In May3 weeks ago in Free Verse

LoveIf you really love me
Would you be brave enough to say it aloud?Love1 month ago in Free Verse

BraveNew look, new smile
She's still in denial
Brave face, in style

Cold hands, warm face
Looking for a safe place
Your arms, one taste

Heart beat, bare skin
Already drenched in sin
No fear, warm gin

True love, new fear
Will it last all year?
She's gone, not hereBrave5 days ago in Free Verse

Non-MainstreamTo be different nowadays is considered strange
Nobody has acceptence for the tiniest change
Yes, I have a beard, and I wear long clothes
I listen to rock & punk, but what are the odds?

People point me with fingers, then they stop and they stare
But I am just being myself, why would I ever care?
And I know what I achieved is actually what they do crave
But society's pressure turns them into a slave.

And I am the strange one, but then what the hell are they?
'We are what you should be!' is what they would say
Yet, somewhere deep there, that's everybody's dream
To be their true selves, out of the mainstream.Non-Mainstream1 month ago in Free Verse

It Is Not This DayI don't like autumn.

I think November is worst;

When the sky is fit to burst with all the sadness and madness in your heart.

Somewhere between fireworks and the start of Christmas lights,

Your chest gets tight and you just want to go home,

You want to be alone,

But alone makes you lonely.

Here’s to knowing mornings are the hardest,

When you find that everything you left

Inside that box under the bed at the back of your head

Is still there in the harsh glare of the alarm clock;

Makes you stop, take stock and find your stride in the middle of the war

You were fighting yesterday, the day before.

Here’s to keeping your faIt Is Not This Day1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Almost kissedI remember quite right
that hot summer night,
he kept staring at me
with a bright look in his eyes.

Everything seemed perfect
just with him by my side,
imagining the touch of his lips
drove me crazy inside.

Although it seemed perfect
something didn't feel right;
would he love it if I did it
or would he think I'm fast?

The thoughts consumed me
as the seconds passed
and I let sadness take over
couldn't look him in the eyes.

Now I'll never know
if it was meant to be,
I let awkwardness take over
all I have is a "what if?"Almost kissed3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

My Path Between Life And DeathYou want to know something about my life? Well, if you really want to, you can read it, but I hope you are sure that you really want that :P I don't know if that needs a mature content

Since I am here, no, before I was here, in my mum's belly, there was death for me. I survived, but only because the doctors noticed it before I died. The umbilical cord was broken, I didn't get food, so they brought me out. I was underweight and too small, so I came into a incubator.

I grow up, but unfortunately not like other kids. My grandma, from my mother's side, always wanted that I am a boy, but I am a girl. She often watched over me. My mum was workingMy Path Between Life And Death3 weeks ago in Free Verse

I miss you...I miss your kisses and the way your smile always warmed my heart
the days when we held on to each others arms full of love and comfort
How your laughter was like a melody to my very heart and soul
You say you'll be back soon but as every second passes by I try to hold back my tears
but in truth even as I write this I can't help but feel my own heart break..
These seconds are like hours...minutes are like days and hours are like a century without you..
I wish to hold your hand and cuddle beside you..
even for just a moment would be enough..
When I hear the sound of your name my heart seems to race and beat like a drum
Everywhere I go you always pop inside my mind..
no matter how hard I try to hide it behind a smile all I feel is emptiness without you by my side..
I must be crazy for it's almost been a whole day yet it feels more then that...
I miss you my darling and my forever love...
Everything is just as plain as black and white..but with you dear you seem to make our world colorfI miss you...2 weeks ago in Free Verse

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