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I am, I am, I am I am the wind that hugs the trees in the middle of the night I am shaky collarbones and tight jawlines I am the sound of children's laughter – and dainty tiptoes and hard-back books opened and closed I am even more the sounds of the woods; the forest fairi... - Poetry > Free VerseI like the smell of madness in a good book. The feeling of the writer behind each paragraph; how one person can create a place made of magic from the insides of their mind and thus, become separate from the real world. People claim they read books to escape reality, but what of the autho...
- Poetry > Free VerseSimilar to that of the human heart are tight, concealed crypts of love and darkness. There is of course, some irony in this for what kind of heart contains polar opposites? Surely you'd find only the lovely synonyms; golden cherubs a sky filled with stars sweet morning coffee du...
- Poetry > Free VerseInnocent life shining right between the eyes; accusation leads to guilty until proven otherwise. A martyr to suffer from cold hands when she offered warmth and be da**ed. For all the love in the world comes its opposing abundance; hatred by the hundred billions and those who shake to ...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou're like a broken record The bastard politician Full of empty promise And no proof of ethnicity You're full of poetry But blasphemy be the poet Whose words reflect Nothing, nothing, nothing Investments have been tested Over, and over, and over again To no avail, To no sta...
- Poetry > Free VerseMy eyes were a trembling glass waiting for the tip, tip, timber. But you held me; a net in the ocean; a hand to lift me from a sea of legs; a candle of everlasting wick keeping my flame bright. I let the wind guide me floating along like a kite to a child's Saturday string. ...
- Poetry > Free VerseBut I wanted so desperately to tell you that your eyes are like rainbow-tinted throwing stones and your laugh inspires a pleasant rattling in my bones; that the way you speak reminds me of a lullaby on summer nights where the moon is at some lovely high; how your structure appeals to me like ba...
- Poetry > Free VerseShe's a walking tragedy A life of ever spun webs and spider snatchings There's a light on far away Taunting in its distance But she loves a good walk outside Every once in a while Yeah she loves a walk outside Every once in a while There's windows on every wall They give ...
- Poetry > Free VerseToday I lay myself out; jewelry on the wooden dresser hair down my spine, my mid-back and pieces of clothing fall like perfumed, innocent raindrops; I go to open my rib cage and take out my heart; my lungs and every vein, one by one so you can't take my breath away; here is my mind my eve...
- Poetry > Song LyricsCrazy kleptomaniacs, taking to their sacks Now what do you want from me? They gave me a choice, gave me a voice And I took it, turned to blasphemy We’re a lot a bit psycho and a little bit sorry But we can’t help our disarray, yet to be stilled and stayed I’m a mess in my chest Got ...
- Poetry > Free VerseLet’s build a tree house High up in the sky We can watch all the people below pass us by. Let’s fill it with fun things, like marbles and board games, and stay there all morning, and sleep overnight. Let’s let in the bugs, the squirrels and the birds. Let’s get our best pillows...
- Opinion > Spirituality / ReligionWe seem to live in a world where you are born and baptized into a whole list of beliefs and morals that make you ready to go to heaven someday, so long as you defend and follow them to your death - and in its own way, that’s good, that’s great; those beliefs and morals usually consist of valid ...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhat if we were to relive our childhood pasttimes? The days when building blocks and teddy bears populated our messy floors When outfits of ladybugs and Superman were folded neatly in our drawers When drawings scattered across pasty white walls Pictures of mommy and daddy and ba...
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Guide > College articles - Poetry > Free VerseWhen I'm bored, I'll lean over my bed, and let my head touch the floor. I am searching. I look at the wall, the posters and pictures, They are new shapes, and new ideas. I am perplexed. I look at the ceiling, but I feel like I'm on, a ceiling made of, carpet and foots...
- Poetry > Free VerseTo be a rebel is to wear your shirt backwards, to sing in public, to paint your fingers instead of your nails to break long silences, to love yourself, to love others when no love can be found to save old birthday cards, to collect something odd, like buttons or jelly beans, to list...
- Poetry > Haiku
- Poetry > All PoetryEver love someone so much The things you do are insane Have you ever heard the story of The Rose and the Flame? She started as a seedling And everybody knows That time grew her into a bud Transformed, a beautiful rose He started out a spark And him you can not blame But he burns out al...
