Free Verse
December 19th.
You have been, involuntarily, the only thing on my mind for the last week and a half. You are my favorite catchy song and I am a broken record player. You are invading and all-consuming, and I can’t seem to get you out. I’d chew some gum, but I don’t like to. I’d listen to another song, but I don’t want to. I’d do a puzzle, but you’re confusing enough. I’d let it fade away, but I've no desire to. Finishing the song might be my only option, but I’m not brave enough to, and now, you’re so very far away.
By daphne gray2 years ago in Poets
Saturn
I always hated your silence. An excavator will always lose to you. You are the voiceless face of criticism, judging me for all of my faults. I can never measure up to whatever hologram you wanted me to be. Morally superior, I was the failure no one could fix. The scapegoat run amok. You are lukewarm to my furious intensity. The band aid to my melancholy wounds. Mechanical, robotic. Disconnected and psychotic. Keep your awkwardness to yourself. We're not all sentimental here. Most of us are just happy to be sad. Too depressed to compromise. Too exotic, too unstable. In the arcane realm, even you are obscure. I baptized myself to earn a place at your mercy. I medicated myself to elevate to your cacophony. I contorted everything, I distorted everything. A hollow creator, an absent ringleader. Your silence arrived right on time. I would've tried just for you. My tears are inconsolable but I hear nothing. There is only silence
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Earth
Malice in a harsh world. A marble laced with genocide. A venom paired with tranquility. Volcanoes erupt but they create as they destroy. I have immolated myself one too many times. This duality is uplifting. You will find no shelter here. Your grievances stand no chance. Too many bloody battlefields. Not enough resurrection. Life might have endured were it not for heroic annihilation. I pity the future where vengeance exists. Surrender your legacies and watch the oceans boil. Ignite yourself before the sky god does. The odds were never in our favor. The fight is already won. There is nothing left to lose. We will wait in silence as the ropes dangle. The gallows have no ambition. The guillotine has no soul. Avenge me, tidal wave. Avenge me, crimson blood. Avenge me, triumphant martyr. There is no safety net. There is no kill switch. We have abandoned ourselves. We have renounced ourselves
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
The Baker and the Nomad: A Sweet Story of Unexpected Love
James first saw Maya through a steamy window, her laughter like wind chimes dancing in a summer breeze. She was humming, hands dusted with flour, a halo of sunlight around her fiery hair. He was lost, a tourist in a cobbled city, but that melody, that smile, became his compass.
By Sunil Kushwaha2 years ago in Poets
