I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.I Saw a Burning Man2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
And There Was Lighti.And There Was Light2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
1:33 amto the angry young1:33 am2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
RecordsRevolver spins on the turntable, throwing scratchy memories ofRecords1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
psychedelic days and electric nights; a Pink Floyd and Zeppelin
sandwich on a trip to younger, dumber days (always summer)
I walk through, my legs as skinny now as they were then
The times they are a changing, constant flux, one dark star to another
Places I’ve been and people I’ve met float by, waving happily
I give all this to you, my first-born, knowing that you’ll never really
understand, or even know how to make the black discs speak
We don’t speak the same language anymore, you and I, but we love
I see you in the distance with your family, my grandchildren
I’d like to see you closer, but I live in the airwaves now of an old radio
station, playing oldies all night and watching stars blink out
.His hands soften.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
as my skin
as my bones
start to creak
as my eyes
fill with fog
as my heart goes
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
to say i'm sorry is so cliche.and on your flawless face,to say i'm sorry is so cliche.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the hollows of your cheeks,
i poured my every secret
in the form of silver tears.
The Devil's TreeJust beyond the field,The Devil's Tree3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
she stands barefoot and shivering,
long cotton dress billowing
around misty, half-gone ankles
as she mourns the ghosts
of the past.
White hands curled, claw-like,
at her sides, she shoves the door
to a distant memory--of love,
pain and the black abyss
of moving past the veil--
closed, flat eyes staring
at the remnants of the lives
her husband took away.
Local legend claims the oak is cursed--
a violent, blood history
scored in ax marks and rope burns
across the bark.
Local legend claims
you can almost hear the dead screaming
late at night--the witching hour,
when there's blood on the moon
and fog on the ground,
when the portal is open
and haunted spirits wander free.
Every May, the wind blows in
from the south and lurks, heavy
with accusation, between the branches
of the Devil's Tree--
her husband's final resting place,
fingers stretching in remorse
for a sky he'll never touch,
kept in place
by a magic born of darkness.
All AloneIt's darkAll Alone3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't see
for me to be
I'm all alone
no one cares
I don't know
who I am
Who am I,
cuz I don't know
not that I care
asked about that
sorry for the lies
forgive me if
cuz I'm not sure
how longer I can cry
and not want
to kill a butterfly for Lindseyto kill a butterfly3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
for as long as i can remember, my friend Lindsey has been
in love with Peter Pan. one night, Peter visited her in the
mental hospital. the green fringes of his kid clothes tickled
her nose as he glided around her room.
Lindsey drew a map of Neverland across both of her wrists.
the box cutter markups were never war paint, just battle cries
and bad decisions. Peter Pan taught her how to trust when he
taught her how to fly so he traced the purple lines on her arms
and named her butterflies. he said
you are no razor-tooth grin, you are no sharp jagged edge.
you are Lindsey with the angel voice and autumn hair.
Peter told her about the monarchs he saw fluttering around
her wrists, that the same ones were in the skies of Neverland.
my friend Lindsey has a pixie dust laugh. sometimes, it chokes
her on the way out but that's okay because Neverland is less than
a butterfly away. so when Lindsey has a box cutter nightmare,
Peter comes to her with a jar full of monar
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.
Forgive MeForgive me for the liesForgive Me3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forgive me for the hate
Forgive me for my tears
Forgive me if I'm not that great
Forgive me if I dump all my problems on you
Forgive me if I'm sad and blue
Forgive me if I hate you
But that's not going to stop me
Forgive me if I'm cruel and mean
Forgive me if I don't like to be seen
Forgive me if I want to be alone
Forgive me if I feel I've been thrown
Forgive me if I stay away
Forgive me if I hate the day
Forgive me if I hate the sun
Forgive me if I forgot about fun
Forgive me for the blades I've used
Forgive me if I'm cut and bruised
Forgive me if I'm worn thin
Forgive me if I never grin
Forgive me for all my fails
Forgive me for my tall tales
Forgive me for being an attention-seeker
Forgive me if I'm just weaker
Forgive me if I'm not everything I should be
Forgive me if I'm not "me"
Forgive me if I'm too depressed
Forgive me if I'm not like all the rest
Forgive me if I can't eat
Forgive me if I'm tired and beat
Forgive me if I'm crying
Forgive me if I'm dying
ClaritySilkenClarity3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
april.here is theapril.1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am just a
sad teenage girl with
too many scars and
a healing heart.
but here is what
i am learning to find
in the misery-
i am internally alone and
seemingly petrified (which is a
terrible mix, really), but
i am finally able
to let myself fall in
and i may be bad at
endings, but i think
i'm beginning to understand that mine
doesn't have to be
you taught me how to be more than okayOne day I will be goneyou taught me how to be more than okay2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
(no longer as you once knew me)
One day I will no longer exist
(no longer as you once knew me)
One day I will be alive and I shall live
(I shall bloom and I will dare you to know me then).
the price to pay for breaking a heart.this is athe price to pay for breaking a heart.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
it hurts to be
but what hurts even
being one one who
to be the person
who stands over the other
them choke on their
tears and then
hand them their own
heart- rip someone apart and then
not be able to
put them back together
and when you close your
eyes, all you can
are the ribbons coming undone
from their wrists.
you crumble from your own
Never emptyNever empty2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
When your heart can't take no more
when you've been kicked to the floor
those moments when you say "I've had enough"
or those days you felt everything but tough
when the road split in two
when all the lies felt true
those days you're led to believe
everything would be better if you just leave
when the world knocks you down,
takes your smile and leaves a frown
when you can no longer stand
that moment you lack a helping hand
I'll be there to guide your way
even when you feel like walking away
when you want to run and hide
I'll be there, your living guide
I'll pick you up when you've been knocked down
in my arms you will always be safe and sound
when you've been forgotten and left alone
or when what you've lost is written in stone
I'll never leave you empty handed
loving you will never be taken for granted
I'll be here till the world falls still
I'll be here for my promise to fulfill
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
Talking to God About Girls, Life, and Other...Dear God, I'm a piece of shitTalking to God About Girls, Life, and Other...1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I think I had enough of it
I'm a cigarette, I'm bad for my health
The cancer cell is my own self
Dear God, I'm the fifth wheel of a car
Whose engine is overflowing with tar
That extra weight does no good
I think I'd try a year without food
Dear God, me and her talked for weeks
I guess it's time for me to feel those lips
But she says no, and I'm left asking why
I'm not that fat and ugly, am I?
It's hard to convince people not to jump
When I'm on a windowsill waiting for a push
A blow to the head, or just a little bump
Something sharp to cut these strings loose
I've gotten over this once, and it used to take longer
I'm just not sure if all these getting over makes me stronger
I'm 19 years old still overwhelmed by emotions
I just hope I won't use the word 'beer' for 'potion'
Dear God, life's a piece of shit
And I just can't get enough of it
So Be ItSo Be ItSo Be It2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I talk to myself often
Imagining you with me
If I have to fantasize of finally talking to you
So be it.
I never danced before
But if you want to take a chance
If I have to wait for that, and dream
So be it.
To hear your voice and laugh
Pure music to my ears
If I have to earn my ticket to hear your music
So be it.
To meet your family
Would be such an honor
But if they have to wait as well
So be it.
Imagining a quiet new place
Of peace and silence, where you live.
If I still have to hear the noisy cars pass by me
So be it.
I picture us acting silly
Comfortably being ourselves to the world.
If I have to envision how crazy we'll be
So be it.
Many moons pass overhead
A repetitive cycle never ending
If we have to watch the moon until we see it together someday
So be it.
A gem so pure
Cannot be bought to easily.
If I have to wait for the most precious diamond,
So be it
I have a love for doves
And I hope someday, you'd be mine.
If I have to wait for my white dove
So be it.
burning bridgesHe planted hope into her spine,burning bridges2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the hope each hunch
would water it.
It grew crooked vertebrae
and aching knobs that bruised
beneath his calloused thumb;
eventually hunching was all
she could do to maintain herself.
Sometimes she’d curl herself
into a ball so small,
that even his voice
dare not reach her.
but she choked on his rain
and she grew his name
until her remains
were hunching soil.
DetailSwollen,Detail2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
vi.she was 11:59vi.3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you were 12:01
separated by seconds
but really days apart.
Depression is KillerIt hits suddenly.Depression is Killer3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
A debilitating headache the urge to cry.
Longingly I think of the knives,
Of the pills.
All the things I can’t have or do.
The fact that I would die if I could.
There’s so much hopelessness and clawing agony.
It takes over, painting everything a dreary red.
Taunting me to do things that would only make it worse.
I want out.