How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself.15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
.and this beating in my chest.18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
might just be the banging of someone
trying to break free.
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?You Ever Felt It18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
my earl of slander cries blue murderthis god made skeletons, dear, & this godmy earl of slander cries blue murder20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
made deathbeds. here's our hospice:
hypoxic migraine mirrors on the inside
of our skulls. oh, ghosted, i am semi-parasitic
& esotropic - the fevered phantom of
a boy too young to wither this way.
spring meadowsbroken breezes throb;spring meadows17 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a slow smile and naked nights.
clouds of porcelain blush.
good morning, i love youi brush backgood morning, i love you17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the waves of your
with fingers that have
trembled upon seeing god,
or rather, the light in
your eyes as they fall
upon me in the slow,
your back is a
small country, my palms
pulling into fields of
sickly warm skin.
and though my nails rake
the soil of land unused,
i would never bare my lips
along your spine - it is
too early for my
but your breath, the
small gales that you sigh
echo between us, and i feel you
living beside me and beneath
my loving hands as the day
stretches and starts
with an inhale.
our lips meet and
we kiss in a different language,
one spoken once before,
years ago (or so it seems)
though the whispers and exhales
of love still sound in our
when the day breathes out
and night touches me in my
i will imagine the ghost
of your body alongside mine
His Last Kill"Open the window," he said to me,His Last Kill18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
one morning after the sparrow had died.
"Cast his feather, his copper wing,
his beak of honor, his perch of pride."
But I couldn't cast them - set them free -
to the breeze or to the rolling tide,
for the sky was static, the water - bleak,
and the conscience of my suitor - denied.
HateI knowHate21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one's nice
All the time
And not everyone
Will be a good friend
you could've at least tried to be
You didn't actually try
Well I don't know why
You just insulted me
every single day
and then you were suprised
when I didn't speak to you
My other friends said
You were bad for me
and I should stop
and I didn't want to believe them
so I ignored them
but after a while
that they were right
So I let go
DeanThere is a boy named Dean.Dean13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I knew him for so long
before we were pre-teens.
Actually, we were born
days apart, just three.
Not long after
our friendship would start.
This boy was full of life
and loved to have fun.
When he was ten years old
the doctors realized
that between his
red cells and white
something was not quite right.
There were us few,
who helped him through,
just Sam, David, and I.
Of course, his parents,
and Tony too.
Remission was soon
we could see the end
this boy was so strong
nothing can go wrong.
He was healed.
He grew healthier,
he grew out his hair.
All the long, I was there.
He was my best friend,
and I was his wimpy little girl.
We would wrestle in the grass
we grew close so fast.
We made silly games in the pool,
we jumped on the trampoline,
which my parents never knew.
We played tetherball,
looked at stars and just talked.
I developed the biggest crush.
It was a different time then,
all I did was blush!
Of course I couldn’t tell him!
Grandfather ClockIn a hall,Grandfather Clock18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
At a house,
On a hill,
Deep in a dark forest
Is a clock
Continuing to work
For its buried master.
Deep in a forest,
On a hill,
At a house,
In a hall,
Is the Grandfather Clock,
Singing its endless song.
NaPoWriMo #17 - replace a lifei want you toNaPoWriMo #17 - replace a life18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
plant daisies on
my grave: plant
them in the autumn,
when rains are newborn
and thirsty to make
life of their own.
Maybe We Aren't JadedMaybe we aren't jaded,Maybe We Aren't Jaded1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
at least not yet.
There's hope that
little white boys
and little white girls
can play with
little black boys
and little black girls
and kiss whomever they choose.
World peace is closer
than the politicians
wish it to appear
and lending libraries
like free intergalactic
Maybe we aren't jaded,
and when we say
that we won't judge
at least some of us
mean it yet.
School is free
for some of the world,
even as we moan and groan--
there's still knowledge
for us to use
and find a way
the end of the world.
Maybe we aren't jaded,
not quite yet.
WallsTell them all your secrets.Walls11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They'll never tell a soul.
They'll keep you standing up
When your body's had its toll.
Beat them in your anger.
They'll never scream or cry.
They'll let you vent your feelings
And never pester why.
Hide within their safety.
They'll keep you tucked away.
They'll let in just enough light
For you to know it's day.
RemindersI have to write notesReminders13 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
on my skin to remind me
not to cry in crowds.
SilenceI write in this diary,while the guns scream in my earSilence13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listening to an endless lullaby
that has been dragging for weeks,months maybe even years.
Holding a pen with shaky hands,I began to write,
The questions that I had in my mind all this time
I stopped as I hear a loud thud,
My Father is there,on the floor,soaked in red liquid
But he is not yet dead,I presume,
My Mother said that he was just hit by a stray bullet...
and Everything will be alright tomorrow.
A tear fell from my little brother's eye
Living in fear from the shouts of the demon outside our door,
When will this dreadful music stop?
I asked my Mother
She wouldn't respond
I'm tired of the sounds that echo in my ear,when will I hear silence?
I asked again
My Mother choked in her own blood as she struggled to say
Everything will be alright tomorrow...
She said as she crawled near to my Father in the ground
My brother cried loudly,it was awful.
Much worse is the sound of the wooden door opening
and the gunshot that followed
Can't Circumvent the CircusMonday, mother awakes actors;Can't Circumvent the Circus18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
mild-mannered touches shoulder-shake children
imagining illness in
front of food, to toothbrushes, behind
bus benches, on an orange
engineered elephant entrance;
can’t circumvent circus routine.
The Red Stringfar off in the wilderness was a red string tiedThe Red String17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
by day, it glimmered
by night, it shined
it made the surrounding areas glow sublime
for what is a wilderness
but a landscape of adventure
for two friends whose fingers rest entwined
yet there came a day when the wind blew over a broken friendship
for the passing of time proved the knot loosened
the red threads of amity dangling in a cold, bleak wilderness
a still pond becomes disturbed as string after string, the red braid fails
to arrest anything but silence
UndefinedDon't define me by anyUndefined18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
of today's accepted guidelines.
I refuse to be dissected
by society's moral standards,
and choose to remain unconfined.
Don't categorize my behavior
as that of a misfit or a recluse,
I don't need a savior, and I
most certainly make no excuse
for the scars etched deep,
either on skin, or the soul.
They are there for a reason;
I needed them to be whole.
Don't judge me by my choices,
I take pride in each one.
Don't devalue their contribution,
without them, I might become undone.
This is my course, and mine alone.
A road that I shall travel, unafraid,
into the great unknown.
BrokenShe locked herself awayBroken18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inside her mind
But she could never stay
Reality is not kind
Alive and dead was she
Awake and asleep
Until torn apart by he
Left a sobbing heap
She was scared
Her beautiful creation marred
No where left to hide
Blood never turned into roses
From her handsome prince
No magic in broken teeth and broken noses
Only the sound of her wince
You can find her hanging on wall with his other prizes
With scars to help her never forget
She belongs to the man she despises
His cute little pet
Monster Who am I to say you're fine?Monster19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have problems, just like me.
Who am I to tell who you are?
And who you have to be?
Hurt, cry, cut,
You struggle with so much.
It isn't fair for me,
To say it isn't good enough.
You need more problems to feel,
Like you're worthless and messed up.
You haven't got a reason,
To be stuck in this kind of rut.
I'm doneI have no words left for youI'm done5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
they've been trampled by your feet
and torn by your hands
and I've given you so many
because you couldn't spare yours
but now I'm paying a price I can't afford
One Simple WordSimple textOne Simple Word12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are all that are ever heard.
In places where love is ignored.
Leaving hearts broken inside.
You say you'll be here
And I waited for you
In that valley of springtime promise
But all I heard was one word.
One simple word.
let it beswing-swing.let it be14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we fell in love
on the first of May
when the birds sang
and the flowers bloomed
in bountiful colors.
we ran away from reality
and created our own
wonderland, where we
were free blackbirds
finally learning to fly
with our broken wings.
the perfect day for
our birthdays, day
we started dating,
our future wedding,
seemed to be going great,
yes, I'll admit
that I took our love
for granted - I'm sorry.
our memories form the
silhouette that should
have you been by my side;
I walk side by side
with my own shadow.