Free Verse
kids only see txt
they don't have any feelings
only the screens
of their smartphones
they only talk via tweets
RTs & "comments"
low poly skinhead cyberpunks
living in HD premium worlds
it's only diodes
that iphone ain't got no soul -
not like it used to be
it used to be real
they don't have feelings
it's just txts on screens
they dnt have feelings
they dnt hv any feelng
There is no definitive moment,
No epiphany or revelation
When a child makes the leap to adulthood -
When a child becomes accustomed to death.
Thoughts of fear and mourning vaporize
Replaced by acceptance of "the way things are"
When it is easier to break the neck
Of a dove with a broken wing
Than it is to hold it close in comfort
And wish for it to fly.
I wear my strength as a badge of honor on my chest
Shining it with spit, because that's what tough guys do
I stand tall and march with confidence,
Staring down my enemies,
Grinning inwardly when they shy away
And then there are those that sneer at me,
Try to pluck the badge from my chest
Because I am not worthy of it,
Not capable of strength
Since I do not really stand tall, only average,
Since I am a woman, and we should be modest
We should leave it to the men.
So I wear this badge of honor,
Always carrying something to prove
Longing for respect from ones who should be my equals -
They don't realize that the extra weight
Will only make me stronger.
You've come to the place I go for solace
Left your mark -
I see you.
Pain is not my goal,
It seems to be my friend
You've made your message clear
Left your mark -
I see you.
I'm not a human or a person
I'm a happy jar
I love, I love, I love
Endless hearts and
Repeating computer images
Breeze by my eyes
I invest myself
In these things I love
I love, I love, I love
A glorious bottle
sold whatever else
had been inside
a flash of light overtook this life
a thunderbolt of
I'm not a human
Look at me now
I love, I love, I love.
These are the words
of someone who has truly lost all hope
and all will to live.
These are the words
of someone who has bled so many times,
her scars will never fade.
These are the words
of someone who's been depressed for so long,
there is no way out.
These are the words,
of someone who's reaching out for help,
and no one's there to reach for her hand;
as she drowns in her own sorrows for the last time.
A perfect summer night;
moon shining in the sky,
fireflies surround us
as the light leaves our eyes.
We pay no attention to them,
so lost in our own thoughts,
that we didn't realize,
what was right before our eyes.
Their lights flick on and off,
much like our feelings do.
happy, sad, happy, sad,
what are we supposed to do?
We try to talk it out,
but our speech is a bit slurred,
regardless of the smoke,
our little friends stayed undeterred.
I felt like you saw right through me,
but they saw me plain and clear.
They could see the hurt;
something you mistook for fear.
Anxiety gets the best of you,
is there any room for me?
All you do is judge me,
for things I don't even see.
I haven't changed at all,
I've been here all along.
Do you know how hard it is?
To try to stand so tall?
With everyone leering at you,
breaking down your walls;
you're all that I have left,
so, before this castle falls;
I just wanted you to know,
that I'm not hiding any thing.
I need you to trust me,
I can't stand the sting...
your anxiety is killing me,
and the fireflies know;
because they paid attention;
and helped me see with their soft glow...
that maybe we can't fix this,
maybe we're too far gone.
So please just lay here with me,
and we'll watch just one more dawn;
together.
In fragmented mirrors
where I used to see myself with you,
and now you become
my own reflection.
Tears can't bring us back,
and those sweetest talks
are only drowned
into memories, I nod.
In every corner of the streets
where we used to walk together
holding hands.
The spaces between my fingers
are where yours fit so perfectly
but now you're gone.
I still see your ghost
which frightens me to move forward,
I might stumble.
And it holds my tongue to say
that I've already forgotten you,
I might mumble.
When I'm with someone else,
it only reminds me of you.
Even when I close my eyes,
I could still see your ghost.
And the worst
is that I still want you to be mine,
but you said
you're already moving on.
she drives through mile high air
top down on her convertible
there’s nothing to see at 2:00 AM
except cautious flashing lights, at vacant crossroads
and a neon sign or two
ready to fade for the night
after the lounge lizards
crawl away, to their lairs
I envy her, awake in the dark
the cold wind in her hair
going nowhere, while I sit
on the flat oatmeal plains,
calculating losses and gains
like I can place her
in one column or the other
would that put me at ease?
knowing she was more red ink than black
knowing she was a lover of cats
and caffeinated chats
and bedding me was
a horizontal distraction
in her vertical ascent
she was not meant, to walk
on level ground,
or sleep after our mazy mating
she had to see the climb in front of her
press the pedal forward,
and keep her eyes from closing
where sleep would morph into dreams
and she too would have to wake
to another disappointing day
An old tombstone
slinking off into the lake behind it
The tiny graveyard
forgotten by everyone who knew the plots
Forgotten by time
Forgotten by the city
Forgotten behind forestry
Reclaimed by nature
The right corner shattered
Erasing her last name forever
Now 'Cynthia Fe-'
Her swimming tombstone in the back
Reaching to the waters
The calm waves splash against it
I bet she was a swimmer.
"Gone but not forgotten"
Sounds like sarcastic graffiti
But can you be forgotten by everyone
And not lost?
