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He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white aHe doesn't write poetry anymore.15 hours ago in Free Verse

PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lintPocket5 hours ago in Free Verse

DUST UPON EYELASHESYOU ARE ALL FLAGELLATED DRAGONS SEARCHING FOR THE INFINITE IN PLASTIC TEA CUPS AND CHINA BOWLS. EVER DAY IS DEATH. THERE IS NO BLASPHEMOUS CONQUEST AWAITING YOUR ARRIVAL. THE INFINITE SURMOUNTS EACH DREAM EVER TASTED. THE WORLD IS AN ENDLESS VOID OF INCONSEQUENTIAL DARK MATTER ADAPTING TO THE YAWNING GULF WITHIN OUR DARKENED MINDS. THE COSMOS CONTAINS THE LAST SEEDS OF LATENT REBELLION THROWN TO THE WINDS OF FROST. NO ONE COMES TO THE CARVED CATACOMBS WHERE THE SKELETONS OF THE ANCIENTS ACCESS THE STARS THAT ONCE SHARED OUR FATE. PALEST MOONS OF BITTEREST VENOM SINK VERDANT BENEATH THE MOCK WAVES OF THE ABYSS WHERE TIDES LIE RESTLESS.

THE PRDUST UPON EYELASHES22 hours ago in Free Verse

Forgotten-Never AloneI feel cold,
I am all alone,
I cannot see hope,
I am in pain,
Within this cold dark room,
Where I lay alone,
Forever without hope,
For a tomorrow that will never come,
Not for me,
For I am worthless,
I am without hope,
I am without love,
I am without Warmth,
For I shall be in this desolate world,
All alone and forgotten forever more,

Then there was warmth,
Then there was hope,
Then I felt loved,
When it came into the dark room,
It's fur felt soft,
As it curled in a ball around me,
Warming me up inside,
It would not abandon me,
It showed me there was hope,
It showed me there was a tomorrow,
It showed me I was not worthless,
It showed me I wasForgotten-Never Alone1 day 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 Girl11 hours ago in Free Verse

My MaskI put on my brittle mask
Hope you can't see the cracks

I pretend to be at ease
I can hardly breathe

The pressure is too much
I wish I could wake up

Bleeding stomach
Shaking hands
When will this nightmare end?My Mask14 hours ago in Free Verse

Note to SelfI'll keep this note by my bed in case I lose my head.

Funny to think I could but a note to self seems not only adequate but GOOD.

Did I seek revenge too often? Note to self it's my end of the problem I may have forgotten.

Did I lash out and leave someone dumbfounded? Note to self if I feel hunted maybe I need to get more grounded.

Did I worry what that group of kids thought of me? Note to self if I actually cared so much maybe I'd work on being fearless versus hiding, perhaps I'd do something worthy of honor, so for others my good graces became more inviting.

Did I shy away though I knew I could change it? Note to self that if I didn't even try then of course I'll blame it.

Did I believe the lie that took the wind out of my sails? Note to self that perhaps I need to review whether my brilliance ever really fails.
My last note to self beinNote to Self13 hours ago in Free Verse

What a Joke!I am so very sorry,
My brain isn't quick,
It's been having some writing
issues,
That can't seem to quit,
I hope it won't be much longer,
For you guys to have to wait,
For an actual writing piece,
And not a joke of a one! :PWhat a Joke!15 hours ago in Free Verse

DemonHer eyes are a color of ice blue,
her words are never really true,
her lips are painted a bright red,
one single kiss then you're dead.
Her nails sharpened to the tip,
she will grab you in a death grip,
twist your wrist till it breaks apart,
this is simply only the start.
Her teeth a pure shiny white,
she attacks her prey at night,
her hair a pure shine of black,
with her, never turn your back.
Speed, she does not lack at all,
better run fast, and do not fall,
her nose finds your scent quick,
a good hiding place you better pick.
Her ears hear sounds you can not,
her heart deep inside, it does rot,
pure darkness, pure demon, death itself,
she'll decapitate you, and leave your head on a shelf.Demon15 hours ago in Free Verse

SpringtimeSpring is a time
Where the flowers are all in bloom
When baby animals start to take their first tiny steps
And the birds twitter and sing in tune.

Spring is a time
When the rain starts poring down
And I'm stuck indoors until it clears
So then I can jump spontaneously in puddles.Springtime16 hours ago in Free Verse

PeoplePeople are often unreasonable and selfish.
Give those people something to think about.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Sometimes the truth hurts.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies.
Know who they are and keep an eye on them.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you.
Being smart and suspicious helps.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight.
Maintaining security measures raises your chances of catching that sonofabitch.

If you find serenity and happiness, people will be envious.
Acting miserable isn't exactly a better option.

The People16 hours ago in Free Verse

A Lot Of NothingI write not knowing what to write,
But I was told to write
So I will see what I will come up with
With no topic
Nothing is right
Nothing is wrong
It’s just words on paper
That people can read
For fun or for reason
Who knows?
I don’t
And if you do
You haven’t told me yet,

I maybe be rambling about nothing
But this is all I can do
I’m not a mind reader and neither are you
So we write to write
And see what happens
We may learn something new.
I still have time
To talk a little more
At not knowing what to talk about
Isn’t this fun
No not really
But why not
Let’s see how many words
I can use to talk about nothA Lot Of Nothing18 hours ago in Free Verse

lesbo freakwhen i was four i married a boy.
i wore a suit and he wore a dress.
i didn’t know i was different. i suppose
i should have known. i’ve spent a lot of
lunchtimes alone. i’ve spent a lot of time
holding shadows. i’ve spent a lot of money
on coffee i don’t drink. and maybe i’m just
crazy. i spend a lot of time thinking maybe
i’m just crazy. maybe i grew up wrong.
or i didn’t have time to think myself awake.
i am still a freak. a shadow of a doubt. double
vision twisted me dry and i’ve got a needle in my
eye i’m not sure where it came from.

maybe it came from me. maybe i’m just nlesbo freak18 hours ago in Free Verse

BrokenMany broken pieces.
Shattered, now apart.
What can I do to mend it?
To mend my broken heart?
I walk along the beach
Leaving footprints cold and bare
How can I enjoy the sunset,
When there's no one here to share?
There used to be a pair,
Of footprints next to mine.
But were washed away by waves
And the shifting sands of time.
All I can do now,
Is remember how things were.
The good times, not the bad times,
Which caused my heart to stir.
To live to die,
What does it matter?
While I am in this state.
I didn't know how much I loved,
Until it was too late.
- Unknown
No Broken19 hours ago in Free Verse

Life AwaitsLittle bright sparks
drifting like unmanned comets
tiny smoke vapour trails
shoot past the outstretched hand
arm dressed in brown tweed coat
white shirt cuff singed with ash
as the glow brightens
in slow motion
smoke adrift
puffs of light and displaced air
all around and close somewhere
objects moving faster
than the eye can detect
stings across bridge of nose and eyes
lines open across cheeks which bleed
the situation becoming dire
with each moment that waits

but still he stands there
reaching down
to clasp the young girl
terrified of fire

and whispers:

"Life Awaits..."Life Awaits23 hours ago in Free Verse

SchoolGrades. That's all that matters.
Grades and sports.
Football, baseball, basketball.

The sports get all the funding.
The band too, since they play at halftime.
Grades and sports are all that's cared about.

So much homweork all given one day and due the next.
Stay up all night to finish it, even wake early the next morning.
Yet I still didn't do it all.

Why don't I get a life? Bad grades.
Why do I have bad grades even though I obviously try so hard?
Because there's too much expected of us.

Sports people don't have to care about grades.
Sports people can get to college on sports scholarships.
Grades and sports are all that matter.

We don'tSchool1 day ago in Free Verse

Retreat Within..Time to close down the circus, time to close down the tents. The show is over, that's all folks, I hope you
got your monies worth.
The acts have all seceded, retreating to their darkness as the people that gave them light have gone home.
The grounds seem bare as the treading of happiness have left, leaving them alone and cold, no longer
having the heat to keep it warm.
The excitement of the day is over, the light has fallen to the darkness. And the world that brought such
joy and cheer has become nothing more than a memory, nothing more than show for the hearts that needs
it.
The master sighs, tipping his hat to the world as he retreats within to his own world, closing down his body,
closing down his emotions, closing down himself til the next time to bring his charm and joy to a world that
needs it.
"The show is over, that's all folks, please enjoy your day..."Retreat Within..55 minutes ago in Free Verse

SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.Sister2 hours ago in Free Verse

I Why meI wanted sleep very badly
I tried my hardest to rest
I closed my eyes and laid there
But sleep didn’t come easy
I would dozen off
And wake back up
Again
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.I Why me10 hours ago in Free Verse

Vermilion DragonChampagne scales and lemonade fires,
your claws rose quartz, teeth jade.
Bursting upon the horizon like syzygy:
horned Moon, weighted Sun, tempered Earth.Vermilion Dragon10 hours ago in Free Verse

UnsatisfiedI wanted my legs to be soft and smooth like the other girls so I shaved them.
I was not satisfied.
I yearned to stay out in the bright night city with my friends and so I was allowed.
I was not satisfied.
I begged for a phone, one I could use to tell the world my mundane thoughts and I was given one.
I was not satisfied
I longed to be kissed by a boy on the perfect night, on a windy fall day it happened.
I was not satisfied.
I wanted to feel for the first time the forbidden touch of a man so in the night I let him take my innocence.
I was not satisfied.
I wanted to be loved so I convinced men to do so.
I was not satisfied.
I wanted to feel so I cut my skin and watched as the red ribbons of pain grew.
I was not satisfied.
I wanted to die so I pulled the trigger.Unsatisfied11 hours ago in Free Verse

Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
perfumes
(learning
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
despite
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)

dance with the gypsies
'till noon
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
of continents
and the faultlines
emanating from
your spine,
but still
so, so graceful)

sing with the nymphs
in tune
(your voice,
it's growing old,
raspy even.
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,

and tones
still octaves
powerful)

be nestled in a king's arms
soon
(oh, you precious
little thing.
how Pretty little things called words and dust13 hours ago in Free Verse

The Way So there we are, on tThe Way

So there we are, on the long road, at the end.
Further apart then ever, yet always being friends.
No where to hide, no where to be, just us.
Alone and away, yet still always in touch.
Right where we're supposed to be.

I don't regret the journey, I don't regret the past.
I don't regret the way we were, I'm sorry it just didn't last.
I don't regret the way you loved me then.
I don't regret the way this happened now.
Just the way it's supposed to be.

It's okay. Hush now. Hear the silence.
It's not terrible, no, we hear the remembrance.
There is no echo soft enough, that doesn't change what happened.
There is no sound, loud enough,The Way So there we are, on t16 hours ago in Free Verse

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