Free Verse
Storm Views
The words are lodged in my teeth, Stuck between " I was never there" And " Only in my dreams". They're stuck in the skyscrapers Of old desires, the kind that used to Sustain me through the dreary falls. The blue in my veins shifts to grey, The world around me... Covered in a slate haze. Normalcy used to live here, Used to say hello to the doorman With an armful of groceries. He is not as dead as he is gone. Lost now to the river's current Sloshing against the stones. I can almost taste how it was. The sugar-sweet decadence of blood Coating the back of some bitter candy. There was flavor to your sorrow That lingered like fog And wrapped around my teeth. Everything is sticky, On my hands and in my teeth. Sticky, stuck, sticking, trapped. With thoughts that aren't mine, Inside bones that won't cooperate. Locked in old buildings with broken glass. Have I ever been trapped here? Or was it some passing fancy that Rooted me into the ground? Was I just lost in my own thoughts Stuck in a reflection that was Untrue at its very best? What exactly happened to the soul I'd kept pinched between my teeth When rain poured out of the sky? I lost track of it between strikes Of that neon purple lightning Splitting the sky open. Should I have grabbed it and Ridden the jagged waves? Or stood arms open instead? This is another point of failure, Another piece of the puzzle Turning to sand in my fingers. So leave me alone in the fog Rushing between the skyscrapers. Let me wither under my own devices. Let me remember the taste Of a future that has wilted too, If only to pretend it'll be alright.
By Silver Daux4 months ago in Poets
Between the Together an' Apart. Top Story - July 2026.
Ah started writin' this tae tell ye summit today How ye make me feel, how Ah ken it's real An' no jist daft in ma auld bald heid After so long thegither, all kinds o' weather It makes sense tae stop, an' appreciate ma lot That yer still who Ah want an' need Ah ken Ah'm no easy tae live wae, Ah'm no very easy tae love at times this ain't no fairytale or Disney, no love is Ah'm sorry as well, Ah or we didnae sail well When the choppiest o' seas were avoidable But Ah am an' always will be, tryin' ma best, love. ma heart beats quicker... Knowin' That the stillness Oh the stillness The quietness Meditative but paralysing silence will be filled with yer presence once again No long noo Between the together an' apart
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
Addendum Obscura
I'm overshadowed by it all The comings and consecrations of a tainted heart once pure The goings and contractions We are all another's rock bottom puddle to avoid... Ah f Orgive me I feel like s Hakes and shivers become me Don't be c Ontemptous Regrets shame accumulate addendum obscura Pain receptors, don't need them The taste of guilt on my tongue Pain receptors, don't need them The scent of petrichor in my lungs Pain receptors, don't need them The scent of verdure— help me? endure? Forget me forget me forget it Salacious sanctum devastation Latrine to cleanup Cleanup in aisle c'est la vie All customers are reminded That that that ... Reproach is given freely in the lobby Lobotomy is given at cost for those I know... Blood— we are all blood, offal, flesh, ligaments and sinew with bones to form us into some making of a puzzle. When alighting from la vie Be careful to tip generously Karma or something No karma I've heard Accuracy In this land of engregious demonautoautootrocracy A penny for a piss A penny for your thoughts Moneypenny for your tauts Welcome one and all for one and all to the garden of delicious delights Be careful of course because the nymphs they bite and cover you in sh Ackles of excess Then the shame rises inside you like balsamic? acid From the addendum of your gut Full of despair and despised by all but not least of all— You. When you can't make hide nor tail of a donkey And the garden— is it full of earthly delights or that one stage of hell most seem to have? Problems arise when problems are given names Just as war is given life from the warning and promise of war Even when peace is met with the sofa of disdain You sit on it. Sink in it. I want to I want to be my own emotional master with a fire that fuels me but I struggle to understand myself Almost always and I have doubts about my heart Almost always Pain receptors, don't need them anymore Don't want to feel them anymore But I need the bite the b— I'll see myself out or should I stay? Say c'est la vie Until I sink to the bottom beneath the cushions of the sofa of disdain and disrepair I can breathe out the toxins and feed on the deliciou SAcathing satisfaction of criticism Soak up the detritus dine on the dead umbilical Ubiquitous the shame Knowledge is the pain A dagger that cuts like the meat grinder of Of ...
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
RAINDROPS IN A HURRICANE
Side note: It has taken me a couple of hours last night and over an hour this morning to verify and publish my account in order to publish this story through stripe. The inconvenience was incredibly invasive, incredibly offensive and not up to par with what I had originally signed up for and getting in touch with someone was not an endeavor which I feel I wish to follow through with. I am extremely disappointed and angry with Vocal and stripe for making me jump through hoops just to post one poem and more than likely I will be deleting my account after all the crap Stripe made me endure but at the least, I want the people that run this website to know how offensive the whole Stripe thing is and it may just be worth leaving as there are many websites worth moving to. I'm not one of the top writers so I'm sure it won't be a big deal to Vocal, but I did enjoy the many writers that were on here, but the taste left in my mouth is beyond bitter!!!
By Victor Mendez4 months ago in Poets
