Category: Free Verse

Blue sky, blue feelings, blue-blooded skeletons  

When will the heavens crumble down on the weaklings?  

God has got to have a vendetta against His creations  

 

The moon slowly creeps away from the earth’s roof  

Its clouds leave no room for the feathered to fly  

They are carefully hiding in the sound of the wind  

 

As mountains close in on each other,  

And the blues in our hearts haltingly consume us 

We watch as thunder growls in fury  

 

The cosmos opens its void prepared to swallow  

Are the tribes of humans ready to flap their wings up to the skies?  

The macrocosm has finally shown its true colors 

I have been defined mindless by my owners. 

I had expert owners especially in measurements. 

Because they were able to measure everything in my life. 

My hair color, my scarf color, and my clothes color. 

My hair, my eyes, and my lips color had a visibility measurement. 

My voice, my scream, my smile, and my emotions had volume. 

I was not capable of thinking, so they did it. 

Aren’t they kind and merciful? 

However, they forgot to keep an eye on me. 

I dared to break the measurement rules. 

I raised my voice volume on one of my owners. 

I dared to question their rules, 

But they did not give up. 

They punished me to remind my fellows to not underestimate them. 

They were expert on punishing too. 

They knew how to torture me harshly. 

They kicked me, put me on fire and throw my body in the trash. 

They were enjoying from torturing me. 

I saw the joy of satisfaction in their eyes. 

I heard their laughs sound. 

I heard their shouting for inviting others to join them. 

I was in pain, but I was happy. 

Because I could insult them. 

I was in pain, but that pain was joyful. 

I smiled to the owners to make them angrier. 

I smiled because I could break all measurements rules. 

My curly and long hair was visible. 

I could scream and laugh as much louder as I want. 

I was smiling because I could experience the joy of them. 

I felt what it means to free. 

Finally, I realized my owners were not clever. 

Because they could not realize that their rules broke when I was born. 

Isn’t this realization enough to succumb? 

Lost but shall be found for no humans shall live with a missing note. Retrieve what is missing and joy will forever be brought. 

A broken symphony I represent
With a missing note, I only felt
Tears and laughs of compelling joy
But yet I feast on sorrow, I am the forgotten boy
Breathe they said while putting their hand on my nose
Not only was I left but given also a poisonous dose
I myself am missing a part
And I know it because I see it on my chart
A death slower than a symphony
That was the faith I was assigned infinitely
And even beyond the grave
My flesh seems to not feel brave.
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A Troup of pianists and singers have danced
Around the circle of the world making of themselves a band
Unwelcomed I was told. Even though I play the piano as well
And to so many other Unwelcomed souls, the same they tell
We are the Unwelcomed, yet the kings and queens
Of a world that shall forever spread its breeze.
Lost I was in the words of my look-alikes
However safe is what made me realize what it takes.
And a king I shall become
And here I will forever hear you are welcome 

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In the opera house, I was finally invited
A king shall finally conquer the blessed
With open hands and a feast of no man’s flesh
I was proposed and given a start that is fresh
A symphony began of a world that has every pianist
And my fingers finally glanced and played piano like a perfectionist
No glare or stare was to be made
For no difference was seen in the Unwelcomed
A note was finally found
And a symphony was finally completed
And for its sound shall be forever replayed
But never in a lifetime ever to be replaced
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For it, all seemed to fit in place
However, I seemed to be missing a face
And to my beautiful should I needed another
Making the quest of finding her
The new supreme aim
And throughout it, I was seeking no fame
I, as a king, needed a queen to peacefully be
And she Completed my missing piano key
She was found at last dancing a ball
And I stood there looking amazed and standing tall
To a dance, I have asked her
And a dance was what she had to offer
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A love story seemed to spark
And my queen has tainted my heart with a mark
For I have fallen in love so deeply
And love made me so effortlessly
We danced and laughed
And another part to a symphony was found
And a dress she wore so elegantly
That made her hair more fiery
And to a bridge with her, I walked
For you wanted to show me the beautiful world. she asked
To that, I say you are my world
You offer what I need even if it is diverse
U were a missing part that I didn’t t know about
And for you my demons I have fought
And for a last she was complete
Perfectly harmonized and now I can breathe 

I wish that death wasn’t seductive 

I wish that life wasn’t destructive 

I wish that love wasn’t consuming  

I wish that hate wasn’t so fuming 

I wish to gut out those who cross me 

I wish to murder those cheat on me 

I wish to sew those who mouths’ lie 

I wish to burn those who give life to a lie 

I wish to skin those who hide but never seek 

I wish to end those who cry and never speak 

I wish to poison those who deceive in the name of love 

I wish to bury the living bodies of all those mentioned above 

I am a beast now. I am a divine scenery 

I am everything I should be, everything I shouldn’t be 

I am the blood stains on your black tuxedo 

The hostage that ran away 

Dear change, dear revolution 

You’re tempting but you’re scary 

I am not scared anymore 

I built my castle, I built my boundary 

With every little ache in the middle of the night 

Every painting in my pain gallery 

My feminine hands have grown stronger 

Enough to break the chains of slavery 

To crush those gullible dreams 

To abandon the habit of our anniversary 

There is no “our” anymore, there is no “we” 

Only the tired distance between you and me 

Tasteless memories, not sweet, not savory 

Your vainness gave me bravery 

Your ignorance charged my battery 

My logic was love, yours was burglary 

I am grateful for the precious injury 

For the humiliation of being secondary 

The cruelty, the ugliness, the emotional beggary 

The sadism, the mess, the happiness robbery 

Now that I’m luminous and legendary 

Now that I distinguish honesty from mockery 

They say a man should give, a woman should receive 

I say I am ready for the blessings from God’s sanctuary 

I’ll bathe my heart in salt and rosemary 

I’ll put a band-aid on my soul, burn my past’s library 

I’ll drink from the cup of pride, the cup of glory 

If now is not the time, when will be the time to break free?