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there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the ****** and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to ***** up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
I am a slave to winters ruin.
My skin
torn by the eastern wind,
and the once torrid flame
in my heart
has now become a marred
flicker of light.
Where is the passion?
The soul?
The love?
Since when did silent
whispers cut like
Damascus steel?

I can only guess
that is since losing you........
Free verse
Broken recognizes broken.
Two broken souls will find each other,
and hang on for life.
If broken recognizes broken
and I am alone,
am I really broken
or,
have I just not found
someone as broken as me yet?
I caught her eye from across the dim lit room,
as she sang on the small stage.
Her voice was like a Whistling Thrush
and it stole my breath.
She smiled at me
and never before had I seen such beauty.
She made me weak in the places I once felt strong.
Her voice,
her bright eyes,
and her coquettish smile,
they made me feel vulnerable,
but I did not care.
I was captured by her inexorable splendour,
and she imbued my love, fiercely.
I knew I had to speak to her,
to tell her how wonderful she was,
and how incredible she made me feel.
As she finished her song,
and skipped down from the stage,
I watched, painfully as she fell into the arms of another man.
He did not look at her the way I did,
nor would he ever.
Though sometimes, our greatest love,
will never know who we are.
Free Verse
 Apr 2015 Özcan Mermaid
Bella
Everything is falling apart
I can feel the grief in the air
each breath i take is like a rock in my throat
the truth is no one knows what to do
we are all wandering blindly into the woods
stumbling, tripping, trying to find an answer
a conclusion
but doubt is endless
my body is so tired
its skin so scarred
her eyes are dark
and his voice is low
father and my mother sleep in separate rooms
my sister sleeps in our living room
her husband across town
my brothers ring is no longer on his hand
their puzzle pieces fill my arms
to many to carry
to many arguments
the spaces between them are flooded with fear
i am drowning
 Apr 2015 Özcan Mermaid
DaRk IcE
Spirals ever winding in the symphonies of my beautified mangled heart
Enchanting shades of red slithering through the frown lines upon my disappointment.
Numbness molds into the crakes of fallin' pieces of molten flesh
Expiring memories desperately holding onto my fear of forgetting his touch, his smell
Fear
    Gusts
          Within
                 My
                   Fingertips reminding me of the love
    We
      Once
           Made
I was completed and fulfilled in my lustful fantasies.
******
      Images
              Emerge
                      From my wet thighs against his
   Core
I was found in my disappearance
Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be;
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell,—Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee;
Say to her, “My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here.”
To all the aspiring alcoholics and
the future lung-transplant candidates.

keep it up.

The world is better without us.
I had my sidewalk-stride going,
when I encountered a puddle.
So I took my jacket off
and threw it down
in the stagnant water.

Gracefully upon it I strode
to keep my shoes clean,
but I ended up being cold,
downright bitter
and mean.

Because I didn't notice the
other humans, I'm far
too selfish.

Yet they washed off
my coat and managed to
resell it.
.


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