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Cyclone Dec 2019
Feeling buzzed, nothing kills the rhythm except an abnormal heart rythym. The sound of a heart that's lost its confidence. It's bad blood. As I free write, I look for closure through the rythym of rhymes before I realize I don't have to suffer from the stress of blowing a gasket, it's now just my truth which means it's just me, in eternal rythym of stortelling, which means it never goes wrong. My blood thins out, this serves as my aspirin, my medication of release therapy that freed my flow. I'm fluid now, I know you missed this side of me baby, wherever you wish to go tonight, I'm capable of taking you tonight. I'm medically cleared, there's no anxiety when I find myself here, it's just the rythym of life, which is clarity that makes the birds sing, I have a song now just for us, and nothing could take it away cause with that clarity I'm certain I wish to be with you for the rest of my life. I'm fortunate I finally let it out. We jump the broom as a jump into our generation, continuing the tradition but giving us new direction into our path, I thought I'd never cross the line in a good way, my past all behind me. So insecurities are checked at the door and that's the end of the line. Cause this is our song, and I have no doubts about it. Awaken my love!
sneaking away
our paths meet again
with every moment,
wondering when ,
the dance that consumes
the clothes  we shed
neath stars and  moon
we ******* rattle beds


cut jump up start living
every body get down
dark rythym the moon sits high
ive been bitten
everybody get down dark rythym


memories that flicker off
the scent she gives
like liquor shots
the little lids
of peppermint schnapps
so ******* hot
when she screams
don't ever stop

cut jump up start living
every body
get down
dark rhythym
the moon sits high
ive been bitten
everybody get down dark rythym



alternate original verse..........


memories go by flicker in the candle light
day rises into night
cant fight what I feel inside
blood starts to boil
my vision shakes
how much more lives will I take
Ariel Taverner May 2014
Drip
Drip
Drip...
Goes the blood from the blade

Splat
Splat
Splat...
Goes the blood on the floor

Squeak
Squeak
Squeak...
Goes the mouse on the floor

Sniff
Sniff
Sniff...
Goes the mouse to the blood

Lick
Lick
Lick...
Goes the mouse to thw blood

Choke
Choke
Choke...
Goes the mouse on the floor

Fall
Fall
Fall...
Goes the mouse on the floor

Die!
Die!
Die...?
Goes the mouse on the floor

Ha
Ha
Ha...
Goes me :)
Die *****
Joseph Schneider Nov 2014
"Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything."

-Plato
Quote by Plato. One of my favorite quotes. Truth in its most righteous form.
kier  Jan 2023
fuck the flowers
kier Jan 2023
pressed against a gentle river of bedsheets
falling loose from the mattress with every wave
to finally intertwine in the rythym of our heartbeats
i cannot help being depraved, as each motion makes me crave

"adore me, adore me, all that much, and more"
i plead, i cry, and his hands overwhelm mine
"a pretty little thing, obedient and kind, perfect for a *****"
as long as he gives me attention, all will be fine

all he's ever shown is the blushing red of kisses and bites
and all he's ever known is a cruel kind of rational
but even with all the flowers he gives, he never seems to fight
and it all seems to decay into something entirely foul

im done with the suffocating scent of amaryllis that i let fill my arteries
the sweet sticky pollen that tightens my throat so i can no longer breathe
Asphyxiophilia Aug 2013
I don't know why I went to the park that day, to be honest. But it was as though the idea was contained in the center of one of the anti-depressants that I swallowed that morning, as though it was released into my bloodstream along with the rest of the ingredients that usually bring me a sense of peace (on good days), as though it bloomed like a vine that weaved through my capillaries and consumed every part of me. Once it took hold of me, I couldn't rid myself of it, so I succumbed to it. As soon as the bottom of my sandals made contact with the soft dirt of the playground, goosebumps rose to the surface of my skin like every memory bursting through my subconscious. The last time I was here, my shoes never met the ground, because you carried me on your back like a child and set me down gently on the tire swing just inside the entrance. I walked slowly towards the swing, envisioning how we must have looked that day. My hands clinging to the chains supporting the tire like they held tightly to your heart strings, my legs kicking from beneath me as though I were splashing in the waves of every ounce of love that poured from us, and my hair flowing in the breeze with the same ease that we existed in each other's presence. Your hands pressed against my back and pushed me higher and higher, and although I was swaying several feet from the ground, I had never felt more safe. I could hear your laughter from behind me and the soundwaves wrapped around my chest like a parachute that I knew would carry me to safety. I felt drawn to the swing once again, so I lifted my legs over the tire and wrapped my hands around the chains once more, rocking back and forth slowly. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to feel the rythym of the swing throughout my entire body. But my meditation was interrupted by a familiar sound that seemed to be gliding upon the invisible fibers of the light breeze that was softly kissing my cheeks. The sound wrapped itself around my head and entered my ears, filling them. I opened my eyes to see several shadows walking in my direction in the distance. The trees overhead were offering them a cover that they slipped quietly beneath, but within seconds, they stepped into the sunlight and I caught my breath. You were among them, and your head was tilting back in laughter, and your hands were moving gracefully in front of you, and your feet were walking swiftly as though you weren't wading through a swamp littered with my memory. And that was when you saw me, and if I hadn't been looking right at you, I wouldn't have noticed the slight twitch in your smile when your eyes met mine. But you didn't miss a step, you never did. Not even when you wrapped your fingers tightly around my heart and then shattered it into a million pieces. I couldn't remove my gaze from you, from your graceful and unaffected presence. I couldn't even register who you were with because I was so focused on the way your tongue slipped effortlessly in and out of your mouth. And if I wasn't mistaken, you slightly lifted your head in my direction as a nod of recognition, but you kept on walking. And I kept staring, because I always seemed to be the one clinging to something that was already gone. But it was in that moment that the vines in my bloodstream dissolved and I suddenly felt free from it all, as though it was my purpose to revisit the place I have replayed in my mind a thousand times only to replace it with a new memory. And it was in that moment that I realized that all you would ever be from now on is a memory, an empty tire swing swaying in an invisible breeze.
Jonny Angel Jan 2014
I'm no wild man,
just a fellow sojourner
travelling interstellar.
You know me girl,
we connected before
in a past life
over a millennia ago.

Don't you remember
how my skin smelled,
those words I whispered
when we broke through
the astral plane?

You told me I'd be back
for more, that you'd
wait for me
on the other side.

And here we are,
two poets lying alone,
still reaching for the stars
on the edge of tomorrow
in two different zones.

We continue
the search for
the golden rythym
we both love.
Faith Aldridge Jun 2014
Arms
wrapped around my waist
lips
brush against my forehead
the sweet taste
as he kisses my lips
his hands on my hips
fingers
draw invisible numbers
8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
my heart beats the rythym
as his fingers dance within
until the clock strikes 12
the magic is broken and I am
empty
Your eyes smoulder with an imagination that is even bolder than I could have dreamed and colder than this toxic air we've been forced to breathe.

You write poetry across your face to form a Gas mask of rythym, blocking out the hate yet sealing in ideas that might frustrate you.

You hear the birds in the trees and you read the articles in every magazine, you take in information like the bees to the Queen.

Your thoughts radiate an aura surrounding your entire body, you bleed history and pop culture facts, you need the written word like an addict needs their cigarette packs.

You're empathetic to your core, you feel what everyone else does so you hide yourself in your mind until you can categorize the emotions from the lies.

I know you can feel the love in your heart even through all the cracks, like a weathered and torn apart roadmap but you're taped together perfectly and even with a few wrong turns you always find your way back to me.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2012
The old man said to me "son, timing is key"
I said, "old dude you look like a man who heard about rythym".
Old felines  like you come a dime  for a dozen, always poppin of yang about isms and schisms .

Naw fresh meat. This buds for you, If I really knew then what I thought that I knew
I wouldn't be grading your papers with exes and checks but I see in your eyes that your vision is short.
You think you hot **** but aint all that smart.

FYI pops I think that you reading me wrong.
You cant see my dimensions nor fade my intentions.

So you think they broke the mold. you have this thing down cold.
This has never been done before you.
Here ,wipe your nose.

Hey Senor senior if your so informed,then please pass along a few high value pearls.
How bout the one telling about what women want cause you really cleaned up in
the female department .

The old man just smiled and said "pearls before swine.
Just drop a few breadcrumbs to find your way back".

Off is the direction I want you to truck he said.
Don't  forget Wonder is the best kind of bread he said
You must be slow or just light in the head he said.

Yeah, whatever.
Vicki Kralapp Aug 2012
Dead spiders on the ceiling, just hangin’ around,
swinging on their high trapeze.
With every breeze from the window they take to the air,
doing summersaults with the rythym of the wind.
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.
LJ Jun 2016
The first time I saw a woman body
It was a delicate sweet flower
The ******* were perky and stuff
It was a sensual brew that sooth
There is a miracle in a woman touch
It's the sign of her reflection to mine

The first dream I had was with her
It was a taboo, a secretive rendezvous
Her lips were swollen with hasty lust
I was in her list and she followed
She swallowed her pride to touch me
I run for the fear of misjudgement

The first scream I had was with her
It was when I stopped my soul to want
To eat that fruit that wasn't masculine
To bathe in the summer fest and rivers
She crawled her nails, a scratch on me
She craved my source to hold her own

That was long ago, yet there is a wish
A call to taste her strawy honeyed set
To kiss her toes and finger her moles
Would she be part of a 3rd wheeler?
Rotate her hips as he ropes the pole
Whilst the other controls the rythym
starshinelove Aug 2013
Brilliant warning of fearful masterpiece
drunken beats of the awestruck ehart
devine significance
confusion and determination
Rapid rythym pumping blood through my infatuation
romantic mysteries of blunt fact vs fantasy
stubborn to ungrasp
afraid to accept reality
for it is as a lie in the opposite of truth
for the truth holds the reality determining the real truth
of the too good to be true fantasy

— The End —