I screamMy scream is loud.I scream3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
dearly belovedthese daysdearly beloved3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Wrists.Wrists are not made,Wrists.3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,words, wonder3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
but there is a delicate magic
twisting between your fingers.
it is all a-scribble
melisma without music;
syllables stitching terra firma
to firmament in intricate
stanzas that require
neither breath nor sound
to echo, infinite,
within the depths
of susurrous souls.
it is cold and it is dark,
but there is a fire in you
and you use it with a fierce grace
that illuminates the shadows,
and ignites the demons
until not even the grey spaces
that haunt and harry
can hold dominion.
they are exposed
they are broken
into shards of sunrise
and rays of a quiet
you scare away the night
with exhalations that blow
away the fogged emptiness
inside, over and over,
sparking fireworks from
what was thought
to be ash.
Sinking SoulssirensSinking Souls3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Featherweight HeavyFeatherweight HeavyFeatherweight Heavy3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is how you witness love unfold
and bloom into something bigger
than rafflesia. something bigger
than the whispers
that stay huddled underneath bed sheets
stained with teenage curiosity.
bigger than the edges of coffee mugs
that hold affection
at the bottom of the cup like sugar
with your morning lover.
bigger than the sticky kisses
of his baby girl pecking her daddy’s cheek
for the first time.
it’s the love of two kindred spirits
that hover miles upon miles away
but are interconnected through
some magical, mystical,
whether it is through
a similar rhythm in pulsation
or akin ink that stains our fingertips.
love unfolds and blooms
when the rain is a thunderstorm
and it stands tall in the eye,
even if it stares down the petals.
i have come to hold in my hands
that we all fall.
even empires, even kings, queens.
even a wisdom of a god.
new civilizations born under
the weight of featherweight heavy.
death is light but ends are anv
the genesis of metaphorchilled and shaken fingersthe genesis of metaphor3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
pierce you into numb
only to bury you,
pleading and in pieces,
beneath the starlight
behind the sea-bed;
i'm a difficult boy.if let you’d let me swallow downi'm a difficult boy.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
your heart of solid
gold, to cure the black
inside my soul – if we were
one, instead of two,
i believe i could find some
love inside of me.
because i’m a difficult boy to talk to;
with a mind full of
deteriorating memoirs of
pills, love, abuse, and
alternate memories. i’m a body
frozen in the grips
of a thousand incidents,
of a million standalone car
“accidents” – molded by amber resin
that holds my limbs shock-still
in a stagnant pool of my stepfather’s
because i’m a difficult boy to hold;
with thoughts full of girls in racy
garments and lace barely covering
their breasts, when
i’m gay –
with burned-into-my-head screams, and recollections
of a gory childhood i experience every time
someone loses their temper
or drags fingernails
across my forehead; of the beautiful, independent
heart i thought i had
tucked in between my mother’s
Playing the VictimHe lunges forward towards her , and she stands there, just smiling.Playing the Victim3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hit me, she taunts, and at this, his angry fist nearly goes flying.
Like a ferocious lion barring its fangs at a wolf adorned in lambs skin,
the bitch just bats her eyes, and plays the “victim”, behind her hair, a feral grin.
It's getting too dangerous, he's getting to strong,
he'll break free from my grasp, and do more than break her arm.
She flips dark hair like the wipers on a car, and it's darkness mirrors that of her hollow soul.
He's nearly out of my grasp now, this is going to far. We're digging ourselves into a black hole.
“Get away! You're not wanted here!” I scream so loudly,
I fear that blood leaks from my ear, but I've garnered my reaction proudly.
“Why should I have to go!” Her watery eyes shout at me,
“I'm the victim, he's trying to hurt me!”
“You manipulative bitch,” I think to myself loudly,
and as I yell another “Go
you lurk in the dark and your eyes start firesshe can't seem to grasp the arrowheadyou lurk in the dark and your eyes start fires3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
lodged in her chest and pull it out -
she'd rather let it melt into the
plushness of her breastbone than
grip it lightly in her fangs and let
her enamel stain with flecks of
her own blood -
and yet he, who found the stone
she keeps beneath her chest, who
tossed it loftily in her direction and
watched with wide eyes as she rubbed
her thumb across the surface and slipped
it in her pocket, he flicks every word (and
every nightmare) that stumbles across his path
to eternities unknown - he swats at those
mosquitoes, but (i can't tell if) they leave
bites beneath his scales -
and when they get like
this they're monsters - she, with a tongue of
scorching flame, constantly licking and licking
until her tastebuds drop to the ground like petals,
and he, whose head and heart always hover above
the ground, with eyes that reflect the clouds as they
rumble and glide. no one can ever tell who really strays.
Dear FatherDear Father,Dear Father2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry for straying,
and I’m regretful for manipulating.
For avoiding your gaze when you tapped me on the shoulder,
for calling you a whore when you slept with others.
For laughing at you when you stood in tatters at the corner of the street,
for judging you when you fell pregnant at age sixteen.
For hating you when you decided to abort your baby,
for resenting you when you decided to keep the baby.
Oh God, I'm sorry for getting an abortion,
though I'm a woman, it should never have been my choice.
This isn't really a sorry, just a word of gratitude,
thank you for taking me to Heaven incredibly soon.
I'm sorry for being Pro-Choice even after I see the fetus,
I'm sorry for being Pro-Life, because In my words, I’m not always spreading Jesus.
I'm incredibly sorry for being gay,
but now that I think of it you forgive me anyway.
So I'm actually sorry for spray painting the Church yesterday afternoon,
just because the members within your house (my
run-on constellationsstars breathe best without oxygenrun-on constellations2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
burning on a one-course banquet:
children's wishes topped with poetry,
they're sweeter than salt
crystallized sky tears
and i don't know
why the angels wept.
Train TracksYou found a fossil onTrain Tracks3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
the train tracks
where I used to play as a child
It was our 5th date and
you stumbled upon it
as leaves blew over
your eyes, trying to disguise
it's remains in shade
Picked up in your soft hands,
flaked ash fell and crumbled
at your fingertips
and a red dust pulsed within
You found an ancient
the fossil remains of
who I used to be.
You brought it back to life,
brought me back to life
and I never fucking
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
YouYou know why I love you?You2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cause you don’t hate me yet,
but I’ve told you everything.
You returned the favor
And I hold those secrets close,
Keeping them locked away with my own.
You know why else?
Because you’re a rock
And I’m weak,
the water that you stop
From running and panicking.
I try to return this favor,
But I am not a deeply rooted tree
I am more like grass, with shallow
And I just wanted to remind you that
You’re my bestest friend
And I couldn’t live without you.
raise your glasses, the apocalypse is hereis this the afterliferaise your glasses, the apocalypse is here3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
is this where we rip the clocks
a p a r t
drown the oceans in
all the lost time
we have ever wasted?
is this where i take my spraypaint and
the world with my name
because i am "this generation",
i am the future?
is this where i come clean and tell you
i don't have a fucking clue?
because i don't.
i don't know how to shape a world, don't know
all that much about anything, actually
but i like to pretend i
do, because we're all pretending, really, and
it's the only thing i'm good at.
i'm waist deep in a wasteland,
ChangeTired of complaining,Change2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of wishing for something to change.
Sick of the depression,
Sick of the hopelessness.
Be the change you want to see,
Take the actions to change.
Life is harsh,
Life is unforgiving,
But you can still fight.
Struggle until you win,
Struggle until you lose.
But don’t sit and wait,
Don’t lie down and complain.
Change until you can no longer complain.
Because.BecauseBecause.3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are beautiful
I will not stand
That you are not
Are no exception
RelapsingI feel like I am relapsing,Relapsing2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am terrified,
Because I am drifting away from the light.
The one I worked so hard to ignite.
It s now fading,
And the thing I fear,
Aren't my own empty tears.
But the ones that would fall down your cheeks,
Blades and knives seem tempting,
Even though you d be unforgiving.
If I even gave it a second
The thoughts that won't leave me alone.
As these words creep their way and make their home in my,
And my strength is slowly fading,
Because I am getting tired of fighting,
Maybe it would be easier,
Just to let go,
Because despite my greatest effort,
I am relapsing.
Place of Revival You're at that place again.Place of Revival2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where your spirit is broken.
Your pride is lost.
Somewhere within your piles of duties.
Failure isn't on your to-do list.
Yet it captures every little task.
It doesn't matter how much you try.
You always seem to end up there.
At the bottom of the bottom.
Enough...!You are the knifeEnough...!20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
with two sharp sides
that cut no matter
how I may approach you.
... The blood that you gave me
you still draw from my bones!
Just take it
rid me of it.
Oh! When will you
I have seek emotional
refuge and exiled myself
from your land
your reach in my soul
The double sided sword
in your mouth is still sharp
it's poison burns and consumes
the peace that I work hard
You demand from me
over and over again
all the things
that you never gave me.
If... I reached with my hand
in my ribcage
pull my heart out
and hand it to you...
You would kick
my lifeless body
while constricting the last beat of my heart
with your delicate and blemish-free hand
It wasn't ENOUGH!
and forever forget
of my existence...