It's OkayIt's okay to be sad.It's Okay1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's okay to be mad.
It's okay to cry,
To not have the strength to try.
Sometimes people just need to
Let it all out,
Scream and shout,
And that's okay.
Admitting something's wrong
Doesn't take your strength away.
Ask for help
If you need it.
Don't feel weak
Just because you
Enough to move mountains.
Crying is good.
If you didn't cry
Just bottle it up
Until you burst.
You don't even
Need a reason
Just have a good cry.
Take a long bath
And watch a movie
That makes you laugh.
Bake a cake
Just for the sake
Of making something.
Lay in bed
Until the bad thoughts
Leave your head.
Just sit back and relax.
Because it's okay
To not be okay,
And to take a day
Just for you.
Words Are Powerful ThingsYou’re so angryWords Are Powerful Things4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
You let words swarm up inside.
Screaming to get out.
They yell and shout.
They sit there,
Turning into horrid things that should never be even whispered,
In the softest tone.
You get so angry
Cause you’re so afraid.
Like so many other people
You let your fear burst into rage.
The monstrous words inside of you
Refuse to remain in their cages.
You let those words escape your lips,
All of the sudden you feel like your words have killed someone.
As you see their face.
Words are suddenly bullets.
They’ve pierced your victim’s heart.
Fragments of a once pretty, friendship scatter on the floor.
The pieces so broken, I doubt you could find all of the shards to make it whole again.
There’s a slamming of a door.
Whether that be real,
Or just a metaphor.
To say you’ve been locked out,
From this once dear friend of yours.
I hope one day.
You’ll find better words
To form a key.
So you can find your way back to them.
untitledthere are a thousanduntitled3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
unwritten love letters in your eyes
now I keep thinking about
and the color green
all I know is that
my skull's been
warriors traversing well worn paths
boots leaving tracks across
chests and necks
and it's comfortable
it's not like drowning
more like slowly lowering
into hot bathwater
and we are just skin and cosmos
bodies and words
our tongues landlocked
we are adrift in
our own little sea
we've plucked our wings
and now we can't fly
tell me the truth
that the sky's overrated
I'd rather be with you
on the ground
or buried beneath it
skeletons entwined truthfully
I've always thought heaven was
a pretty sort of lie
but I've read a book or two
or people's idea of it
and I disagree with myself
popping thought balloons
on the idea that heaven
is in the way your eyes
fold origami swans when you smile
that shitty laugh
that hollow above your heart
like your chest's caving i
novelthere’s tea you still need to drink.novel6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
you left it on the counter again, because you’re
always forgetting where you put it.
it’s probably cold by now, but
it’s there for whenever you’re ready.
here’s a blanket to lose yourself in.
you don’t have to give it back.
here’s another book i think
will make you cry if i ever find the courage
to give it to you. i’ve underlined every
line that made me want to scream, that made me
want to rip out my hair and destroy everything
beautiful about myself, that made me want to
drive across a desert in the middle of the night,
that made me fall in love with everything wonderful
the universe has left to give me.
i can’t find the words to tell you what it’s about.
i guess it’s about growing up and finding love
but it’s also about figuring out how to exist comfortably
and it’s about people who are good and people who
are not always good and the things they do and the worlds t
red.i am a rose.red.1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
you chop my head off
and feel my thorns prick
pools of blood
flooding the floor,
now you've drank my water:
watch me soil my woe
into your roots.
PerfectionTake out the little eraser,Perfection4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
And put it lightly to your skin.
There will be no more jagged edges
And it goes over scars nicely.
Removing the fat that doesn't exist
On your already lovely stomach.
Now, swallow tape that will mix into
your insides and the jig jaw will come together.
We can hope some of the tape will land on your shattered heart.
It can't drum out its beat happily without a stapler to the brain.
There is always something needed to hold it all together and cover the holes.
There , now full of the perfection you wanted.
Banishing RealityI don't want your scars,Banishing Reality2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I don't want to bleed.
I don't want dusty dressers and tangled hair holders,
hardback text books on top of paperback treasures.
Because the truth is this:
pain isn't beautiful.
I want your ideas,
and I want your stories.
I want dragon guarded castles and enchanted forests,
magical potions and knights with broadswords.
And I will never,
apologize for it.
They Said Prayers Would HelpYour wordsThey Said Prayers Would Help4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
crawled down my throat
and made a home
in my heart.
my entire body...
is spreading to
my unadulterated brain
and violating every limb.
I want to cut them out
and throw them against
the filthy wall
but I'm afraid
of the gore.
poetry of a little thing i've never felti adore like there's no tomorrowpoetry of a little thing i've never felt6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
because every next day
to this point has ended with me
lying alone in my bed,
staring at the ceiling
in a melancholic silence.
and i want to write poetry
about the way her hair
rests on my pillow
and her scent lingers
in the air
like the comforting warmth
of fireplaces aflame,
but i wouldn't know
how to quite write about that.
which, i guess,
is sort of the point.
i found all my copper coins in the dishwasheri write ectoplasmic kissing scenes andi found all my copper coins in the dishwasher6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
substitute our names like a secret i am
the only one to know. i am standing at
the arcade penny-pushing but i have
run out of copper coins. out of all the
things i regret you are my favourite.
there's a mathematical formula here
somewhere that i am missing. i thought
i put it in the dishwasher but there's
nothing there, i just wanted to take out
the recycling and give you something of
mine that you will have to give back as
surety that this won't be the last time.
the pavement is crawling along the
earth, i watch it moving very very very
slowly -- i want to go back and check
the dishwasher again, to see if that god
damn answer can be found in the sink
or swim. so much of this weight doesn't
even belong to me. this kitchen doesn't
even belong to me. i want to put the
weight in the dishwasher, whiz it clean.
i want everybody to stop calling me a
girl. i am selling things for free, buying
air and internet spaces. i think i will only
eat on thursdays,
Self-PhobicI hate what I am, what I've become,Self-Phobic5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I look at my body,
I'm repulsed by what I've done.
I want to dig my nails into
my lush breast.
I want to tear these organs
off of my chest.
To rip my hair out, to go bald,
to reach into my throat,
to pull out these hormones
until their all gone.
I'd scream and I'd scream,
but I don't know if I can.
For when I scream in frustration,
I don't sound like a man.
In the mirror, I'm met with curvy breast,
with wide hips, and red lips.
And deep down inside,
that's not who I am .
They told me I'd be happy,
I'd be joyous and free,
but I was the idiot
for thinking that they knew me.
And I’m not the only one,
there's more than a few.
The same thing happened
to a boy I knew.
When we stepped out of the operation,
he had his head in his hands.
It was supposed to be happy occasion,
but only, it wasn't.
“I made a mistake” He said in a whisper,
patting the chair beside him,
as he caught his listener.
“Am I transphobic for hating what I
Flight Crossing my fingers,Flight3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wrinkling my nose.
Knocking on wood,
Curling my toes.
Please, oh please, let this work.
Spreading my arms out,
Closing my eyes.
Repressing the lies.
Am I ready to fly?
Dead petals in the windThe darkned petalsDead petals in the wind5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of dead roses
Are taken by the wind
Leaving me empty
Remembering the times
When these petals
Were alive and colorful
Before a cruel hand
Cut them off
For its own pleasure
Just StopIn comes another dagger,Just Stop3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Piercing this fragile heart of mine.
Let it simmer and burn me from the inside.
Just don't let it ricochet with twice the force,
To have a glint of silver at your throat.
once upon a time, there was a girl -i will start with my toes:once upon a time, there was a girl -1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
paint them black like ocean depths,
turning purple-blue and back again
past my knees, thighs holding schools
of fish, hips holding shores;
my stomach and chest will be brilliant
in yellow-orange blazes of stars, setting finally;
shoulders turning red like warring
skies, sunset settling softly on
a neck painted purple, black-blue on cheeks
and eyes like moons,
luminescent from reflected light;
and my eyelids will not hide these rocks,
hurtling comet-fire into the depths of
hair painted in galaxy-clones,
stars spreading out on flat eternity, shining;
blacker than midnight
(for time has no meaning in space) and
finding solace in silent sunrises, all around;
(and on the day i paint
myself into canvas miles, i will find
that these skies can set me)
remember,when i was your lioness andremember,11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
we ruled the world with
scattered light and
after all this time, i
still stay up late thinking of you,
pinching myself awake to keep the image of you in my head
until i hear you sing me to sleep.
we all have our demons, i was always yours.
waking up with bruises on my arms in an empty bed,
the devil inside of me whispers that it's not over yet, and
he pumps turbulence from my carved open heart into my saltwater blood
i feel every half-healed scar split op
en to bleed yet again.
wanting you is wanting the safety of the stars
when i'm already in free fall (into the grave).
my siren, i was born to die but you loved me into a phoenix.
I am LostMy thoughts are orcasI am Lost23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trapped in bathtubs.
Within microcosms -
Stuck, glued tight,
Melting like Dali's clock,
In a cock fight
With my conscience.
Sometimes I forget
All that regret
Burning through -
A pain so forever
That I hardly ever
Feel it anymore.
A cut so deep and quick
That it stops -
Time is static -
Before it bleeds.
Fluttering in the wind.
So much to see.
My heart is vacant,
My lungs made of lead
And both are my enemies
Because I'd rather be dead.
But no I wouldn't.
I'm fake, made of a paper -
A corporate rock whore -
And I don't know
What I stand for.
But maybe I don't have to
Stand for anything -
A word without a definition
Still leaves a mark
On pure paper.
A meaningless spark
Can still become a fire.
A tickle of love
Can still become desire.
Happy Songs on the RadioI don't write about happy things.Happy Songs on the Radio2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't listen to songs about romance.
I can't feel what the artist is singing so passionately about.
The longing to know what it's like makes me want to scream and shout.
The way people write and lace words together,
About how happy and perfect they see the world.
Has always been a stranger to me.
I wish I could see,
The way you did.
I really do.
I wish I could feel the same way as you.
To be able to hear the lyrics,
'I love you'
And picture someone to match those three words.
I wish I could hear these songs,
About how everything is perfect.
Absolutely nothing is wrong.
But I can't.
I hear those songs and I feel empty.
Because I can't feel what they're saying.
And I keep listening,
But I am just wasting my time
Trying but failing to relate.
When I hear the songs on the radio.
They make me squirm in my seat.
I feel happy but sad.
Something so bitter sweet.
Because part of me feels so happy for the person.
Who sings so happily.
But another, darker half.
sickdo you kisssick5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
with that mouth?
i try not to
kiss anyone, honestly,
are bullets and
trust is a gun
and i don't think
you can look me in the eye
and promise not to kill me.
do you fucking
kiss your mother
with that mouth?
no, i'm trying not to
taint anyone else
with my sins,
from my loose lips
and i can't seem to stop
being something unholy.
symphony no. 7 in f#i. leaning your head against the window only hurtssymphony no. 7 in f#3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
when there isn't a tire underneath your seat and
maybe i knew that already but it didnt matter no
it never mattered it only mattered that the seat in
front of me was a throne and i was behind it bowing
down and i forgot it just so i could remember
ii. perfection has a new definition because it's not
magic wands and cherry lips, it's wisps of hair that
float in the breeze, it's curls of breath on a frosty
morning, it's words with poetry latticed and laced
inbetween the syllables, that's perfection to me
iii. it used to take an utterance to say my day, yes,
a single glance in my direction and a goodbye and
maybe a smile maybe a wink or two and i'm home
free (ah i miss the days where every other vowel set
off a waterfall of phrases and clauses in my mind, ah i
miss the days where every breath was gold every smile
was platinum every laugh was diamond)
apprehension and inadequacyi almost cut my hair, saturday.apprehension and inadequacy4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
but for some reason,
i just didn't.
i almost told my dad
that artistic freedom
isn't the only thing
he left (with me).
but for some reason,
i decided against it.
i almost messaged you tonight,
but it's been a long time since i have.
so, i decided i shouldn't.
(may as well make it longer.)
i almost named you
in this poem,
but i think maybe
that would be a bad idea.
caramelyou arecaramel1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
the first person that i'm not afraid
i. i send you pictures by the dozens
no makeup, no bangs
acne and tight shirts
cats on my lap
you never shut up about my eyes
(which are stormy gray here lately)
and i wonder why someone with
orbs of watercolor like yours
obsesses over a monochrome wonderland
"gray eyes are really rare," you protest
"rainbow eyes are rare," i laugh
ii. we talk until three in the morning
i've got dark bags on my face that i call coach
i look like a mess because i can't sleep
but you smile and make me laugh until
my sides hurt
and i forget why i ever
missed him in the first place
and i wonder if i make you forget her, too
or if i'm a reminder of what you two
could have been.
iii. you keep telling me that i make you feel better
that i make the pain easier
that i'm someone to talk to
Nervous Scrags wisps of willow wind whisperNervous Scrags 5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
across crystal mosaics,
a cryptic compulsion caressing
mites and motes, mice
masquerading idle in shaded corners,
masks like monsters cast aside
to watch fog dance
feathers swish through the haze
settling heavy in a cage
too small for breathing