Nothing else mattered(French version below)Nothing else mattered1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is said that the most beautiful stories are born and die into dreams -
Ours could have been born in the shade of a moonset, lighted by a firefly sky,
On a sea so calm that you could hear it beat and feel its warmth;
And I would have braved storms to hoist the sail of our history,
Braved the streams bruised by our grieves, wrecked every reefs scented
Of the sweet aroma of temptation.
We got lost forever in the forest of oblivion
Where the leftover of our promises rot on the ground littered with corpses,
Where the roots of our world still strive to belt out,
Where desperate leaves attempt to overcome Autumn's scythe -
The only oxygen these trees breathe out is the fragrance of our wandering souls.
Rien d'autre ne comptait
On dit que les plus belles histoires naissent et meurent dans les rêves -
La nôtre aurait pu naître à l
LovesongIt's bitter rain, here,Lovesong2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
in Europe cloud.
No pen works, no words
work. They fade with the
angry ink at 22:59,
a minute away from
the eleventh hour.
Wristache, melancholy sonnet,
sprouting like black roses.
I sell it with an illegible IKEA pencil
to the sound of Kishi Bashi's
On your side pears grow
off the branches of a sunset tree.
Pillow-sweet juices and hugs of the happy.
It's not Byronic, there,
but human. There aren't boxes, there,
that define. Life's an ocean.
we'll rest by the horizon shore
of a dawning island
we'll snuggle to Studio Ghibli
we'll maybe kiss
we'll definitely hug
for as long as Sweden sleeps.
It's not existential determinism,
it's choosing the shade of LYSING.
Moon for the room.
Okay, yeah, fine,
the acousticspace is subjugated in silence.
But I still think a Skype dandelion
can sprout through these cycled, Britannic roots
and give life to the abstract of Love.
Always. It's not sensationalism,
it's the branches
Diaphanous Kestrel, Gossamer CarolinaDiaphanous Kestrel, Gossamer CarolinaDiaphanous Kestrel, Gossamer Carolina3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
treefingers branch albatross
weight across storm
fluttering over pelagic hearts,
philopatry nestle themselves
in tethered cloudburst
feathered by torrent nests
in this cespitose love.
her dove muse
as perception is broadwing,
across dusk windows.
down by desire’s arrow--
that must be why
they call it
(it spares no souls
when it hits falling
variation in hawk stares,
you press distinction
against my scars
with your iris
and caress them
with your digits.
sentiment dusts over skin
like gust-kissed aileron.
sharp flight slicing
glass slippers have cracksI dream of one last danceglass slippers have cracks2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
with you, hand around my waist.
How unfortunate for me
that dreams only exist in Disney,
boy, with the face of Prince Charming
and the heart of Jafar.
i stare at you in my free time.you are an odd sorti stare at you in my free time.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
of beautiful, with your
tongue-touched smiles and
elegant, bruised hands,
freckles across an upturned nose
the scars on your back
make me want to trail my fingers
down your body more than
and i want to grow up
to be the type of girl
people write songs about,
but in the meantime i’ll
write poems about you
lovely doesn't do you justicethere are people who have beenlovely doesn't do you justice3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
eroded down to bitter nothingness
when love doesn’t give them
the time of their life
but darling, you are
a special kind of bittersweet
a musky tang i can taste
with my lips on your skin, and
your words in the air
lovely doesn’t do you justice
just like a sunrise isn’t just
a landscape to paint
but you’re the type of girl
who wouldn’t know falling in love
if you scraped your hands
and knees in the process
maybe you could see it, though,
in the way i trace your hipbones
through chunky sweaters
and the sight of me kissing
all your scars goodbye.
wish.11:11wish.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
hoping for shooting stars
sending a prayer
blowing out candles
puffing out dandelions
watching for ladybugs
jinxing others. . .
the kind of silly things i do
just to wish for being with you.
fought for recovery after i lost myself in battlethey exclaim that one cannot recover on their own.fought for recovery after i lost myself in battle1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
that it requires an army of family and friends
to find ones way out of that state-of-mind, victorious
so i began to build an army, and begun with you, my first (and last) warrior
i bestowed upon you the means to comprehend and
the capacity to acquire a cure;
but you overlooked the concept
all my strategically placed signs blew away as you stormed by,
stating that i was merely having an internal squabble— while you?
Oh! You were on the front lines of a real war!
To you, and to them, the thoughts that plague.
i failed to mention that this battle was one of disease and infection,
this had embedded its roots deeply within the person
i (oops) forgot to say that it was an epidemic- a plague.
that this battle was fought beneath the surface of your skin,
beneath the surface of your subconscious;
as subtle as a shadow, spreading and spreading and—
you were too concerned with your own disputes and
your own casua
he's not beautiful in the way you want him to be halo and hornshe's not beautiful in the way you want him to be1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
he's got hair that's naturally black
with a blonde spot from when he bleached it
and dyed it blue before going back to
his natural color.
it's coarse but it's getting softer
and right now it's cut short
but when his bangs grow out his hair turns
curly and unable to be tamed
which is how i like it because
that's how he is
mask and facepaint
his eyes are a shade of brown that
light up when he's happy into this sort of
gorgeous hazel color reminding me of
stained glass windows or broken beer bottles
shimmering in the sunlight.
his nose is rounded at the tip
and he's got freckles and the occasional pimple
and full lips that i hope our kids inherit
paired with a smile that i sometimes think
is the reason why the ice caps are melting
(he's just so warm).
tail and wings
five inches under six feet tall
and says that he'd die if i get taller than him
his arms are muscled and toned with
shoulders and a collarbone tha
phantasm.though I am but a friend,phantasm.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dream of your soft hands
intertwining with mine.
I open my weary eyes,
and the phantasm is over.
please. . .
make this my reality.
storm mestorm me;storm me1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
theres a certain softness
that hides in the way we clash;
a fragile savagery that
shakes the world,
you are electric,
creating shivers down my live-wire spine,
sparking lights behind my hooded eyes.
the quiet rumble of your velvet voice,
lips moving against my ear.
no warning: lighting lips flash,
burning vivid purple imprints,
muffled thunder breaking
against your neck,
grey clouds falling from
half parted lips,
raindrop fingertips trace
with a horrible delicacy along
sweat drenched skin
you break me apart again
Hey"Hey",Hey3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is how it starts.
Then a smile escapes across your cheeks,
And your eyes look into mine.
"How are you doing?",
You ask me.
My cheeks flush with color,
And my stomach begins to dance.
"Today's been a good day",
Really it's because you're here,
You can't tell him that.
"How are you feeling?",
"Take my hand",
Your fingers curl around my own.
A caress of simplicity,
Yet I feel every nerve.
I bathe in your eyes,
As your dimples sink
Into your gentle blush.
Its just you and me,
Your hands along my waist.
Your headphones slip down your neck,
As you lean forwards.
You say nothing.
You simply kiss my lips,
And brush your fingertips along my cheek.
"You're beautiful too",
As you your face rests against mine.
I take a breath.
And we're back.
"So ... how are you feeling?"
HadleyOleander blossoms fall on our city,Hadley1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
painting it silvery pink and dreamy.
But you're awake, sketching fiercely,
the remnants of a bad phone call
to your parents etched out in
violent strokes of teal and charcoal.
Pencil shavings on the floor,
paper cuts; girl, you're brutal
with your own feelings, aren't you?
And I feel sorry for the birds that
have to listen to your crying
in the early mornings.
They try their hardest to make you
smile, but after awhile,
they leave; flying off
while feeling unworthy,
like nothing they do will
ever be good enough
to send you to Wonderland.
Oh Hadley, take a breath..
You're as dry as a bone
in a forest of tulips and wild lavender.
You're a runaway from Canada;
you made it across the border,
leaped over the wildfire-tainted grass
plains and now you're here on my doorstep.
Oh how can I turn you away, ma cherie?
I only wish it were easier
to be your partner in crime;
your long-lost lover, twin
shadow, scarlet paramour.
And sometimes I can't tell
ImperfectionEveryone has holes,Imperfection5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cracks in their souls of glass,
Some find it harder to grasp,
Some find it difficult to let the feeling pass.
Just like all of us,
I don’t know if you do the same,
But I do it all the time,
I wish I was someone else,
Just so that I could make a rhyme.
But you are awesome,
Exactly how you are,
Your light shines bright,
Like a billion stars.
I love you,
I ache to hold you,
I desire to be with you,
I want my heart to have a home with you.
You’re perfectly imperfect,
Awe-inspiring beauty in motion,
Just the way you are,
Your flaws make you better,
You hold my attention,
We’d be perfectly flawed together,
045. Heart SongIf only I could sing045. Heart Song2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sweet song to you
that came straight from my heart
that could tell you the truth.
I'd tell you just why
I really love you
and that I wish
I could forever be with you.
Born To Die (Mark x Edd)Born To Die (Mark x Edd)2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
(based on the song Born to die by Lana Del Rey)
It was a Friday night Edd and his friends were at the park celebrating his birthday. But like always Eduardo had to ruin the fun. "What are you losers doing now?" Eduardo said crossing his arms and smiling. Edd crossed his arms as well, "its my birthday, now go away" he answers, Eduardo's smile faded, "im sorry we cant do that, Gould" he said, "Jon and I actually came here to say happy birthday" Edd was shocked. "Edd its maybe a trick" Tom said, Eduardo glared at him, "What if its not?" Tom didn't say anything else after that. "So Edd" Eduardo said smiling again, "why not you and i walk around the park?"
Edd looked at Matt and Tom with an unsure look, "er...sor-" before Edd said a word Eduardo and Jon were dragging him.
Mark sighed walking around town. Mark was mad at Eduardo eariler so he went off and drank a bit. Mark doesn't get drunk when he's mad he just drank to relese h
The Perfect OneHe's the love of my life.The Perfect One2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's the one who holds my broken heart together.
He fills the cracks with joy.
He saved me, I wouldn't be here without him.
This wouldn't have been written.
He means the world to me.
He's amazing in every little way.
The way his voice calms me.
His gentle touch.
A soft kiss.
The cute, but sexy smile.
His eyes, handsome.
He's perfect, you see, for me.
The most important person in my life.
I cherish every moment with him.
I wouldn't trade that for anything more,
as everything is less than he is.
We've been through thick and thin yet still strong.
I love him.
Baby, I love you.
little flowershe's speckled and wilted, andlittle flower2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
faded with color
just a little flower clinging to her petals
oh, to speak of her
that innocence in harmony
with such a jaded core
ravished by the wind,
little fleeting memory
reminding us of lazy mornings
(and the defilement of untouched beauty)
The Art of DeceptionJe ne se sais paisiThe Art of Deception3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of seeing my heart
Tangled in my bra straps
On the floorii
But someday you'll know
What I meant
When I rested the palm
Of my hand on your chest
Now I'm of consenting age,iv
You shouldn't concern yourself
With things like thatv
Some see age
As a restriction
Some see age
As a number,
I see age as mind
My whole life
Is on repeat
Pursuing you as you retreatvii
And every man
Wants to protect me
And I can't
TempletonI don’t know if I love you.Templeton2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I definitely don’t
Just like you.
Maybe I’m fickle.
You’d have every right
To call me that.
After I dragged you along,
Told you I liked you,
And then ignored you.
But let me tell you this:
My heart lifts up
When you enter the room
I catch myself staring at you
Admiring you, and just who
I laugh at everything you say.
Not out of infatuation,
You make me laugh
Like nobody’s business,
And I genuinely find you funny.
I like talking to you.
I’m probably annoying
When I message you
Saying anything I feel like
You might respond to.
I don’t know if I’d kiss you,
But I don’t know if I wouldn’t.
I love you as a person.
And I don’t know if I love you
In that sort of way
But I’d like the chance to find out
And if you don’t want
To give that to me,
You would make me
The happiest person alive
Just to hear your voice
Say my name,
And call me your friend.
.Silently light with shimmering moonlight..3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
A melody to soothe my wounded heart.
A sense of touch to love.
So many great adventures.
(Just me and you)....
A tale of a romantic and mystical future.
(Just you and me)....
It makes me think of you.
Distance or not...
It really is a bless to have you with me.
Real or not....
I know it may sound crazy.
But my soul is drawn to you.
Gravitationally in a sense that not one can define...
I know it may be a short time.
Since we've met.
But my heart reaches towards your heart.
Regardless of distance....
My heart will be empty...
My soul will ache for eternity...
Lovesong for a Gay TransmanIf it wasn't for those words,Lovesong for a Gay Transman1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
you would have never seen me again.
But you said,
exactly what i needed you to say.
You called me gay,
not in an offensive way,
you called me a guy,
and you said it with complete sincerity.
If that hadn't happened,
I wouldn't have seen you the next week,
and when we hugged goodbye,
I couldn't bring myself to let go,
but neither could you.
True LoveLove torments me.True Love2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am determined to be loyal,
But my heart is thrown amongst so many different souls.
I'm a fool for love,
Walking into the voids of trust,
And false care.
A smile lasts a minute,
But a broken heart cannot be repaired.
I have enough determination to make you love me
More than you claim you do.
You say you don't know love,
But that just claims you've never noticed your triumph.
You've stolen my heart,
And you know it.
Now, if I could just find the key to yours.
Is it your abs?
Your manly smile?
My childish giggle?
Your smooth hair?
My respected wave?
How do you find these things out?
Tell me, O Cupid.
My love is standing there,
In front of my eyes,
Face to face.
Do I kiss him?
He'll never know if I don't.
I think I'll kiss him.
He knows he wants it~