How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself.1 week 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
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Life is not a choiceLife is not a choice.Life is not a choice2 days ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
We don't choose whom we are born from,
Or when we must leave.
No one requests birth.
If you saw the world before
You came, would you come?
Its end is not yours.
If your mom didn't want you,
The end is your start.
If life gets cut off,
It's called an accident so
no one can claim why.
And when your life ends,
You don't decide the moment,
Because it's old age.
So life's not a choice.
No, the only choice you have
Is how you live it.
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.the only letter I've ever wanted to burn5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
Die AloneI take apart her heartDie Alone4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
.What do you want to be when you grow up?.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
They ask it like a dare.
As if letting your unlikely dreams
slip from the safety of your mind
could bring their own
a little closer to reality.
car crash on an empty roadit happened beforecar crash on an empty road5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in modern art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
Antisocial AntsWe are all antsAntisocial Ants5 days ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We are all antisocial
We can't talk
And there is no point for thoughts
We use social networks
Just to prevent contact with each other
We never will understand everybody
Because we are all different
We just look all the same
Thanks to the dressing code called fashion
We do not talk about injustice
Because we don't accept anything, besides money
There is no way to deny the truth...
So look away in shame
RelativityLooking in the mirrorRelativity4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
through the mirror
seeing a stranger,
My chest swells and my heart lurches
This girl isn't me, not at all
She looks like someone
but not me.
A movie star, a homeless person.
Even when I look at photos
no memory comes up
no allowing for the thought that I have a body
Or that the cold of my fingertips,
the throb of anxiety inside my ribs
I see my arm, an armband
A scar, a vein, a ring that has no meaning
But it did, to this girl in the mirror
Even if memory fails
Existence is relative
Dizzy Girl,you can't cure sorrow. The dropsDizzy Girl,2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the windshield are swallowed
by this traffic's color and you
are just the driver.
Other people pass
with paint blearing,
though I do wish
there was an ending,
questions spark in halos
of low street lamps as you veer
toward the center,
recollections are ceaseless.
She will be at your left and the gust
through the tinted window
will be humid,
you taste her last spirit
in the smoke and
What Writers AreWriters are people fromWhat Writers Are2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
both ends of the spectrum.
Those that know isolation
and the thoughts that follow.
Those that know enlightenment.
And those with nowhere else to go,
but deeper down the rabbit hole.
Writers are smiths of the word,
using imagination, experience,
and emotions to temper the
glass and steel we are given.
We fill the page with pieces
And writers are Gods.
Broken or whole or
barely scraping through.
We make you see our world.
We make you feel and care.
All with a bunch of lines,
which we have given life.
don't leave me behindThis world I travel throughdon't leave me behind3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
is much too big and my feet
are much too small.
I fear the space between us
will swallow me whole.
See Through YouHow do you allow for your own eyes to see through you?See Through You4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reflections hold no meaning,
when the image cascading back, is just your own ghost.
What unworldly realm did you get lost in?
I remember the touch of white glass, pale skin on your brow.
It shattered so easily, with such a soft touch,
if only the touch you felt, was only the love.
But sheets of burning skin, you have now.
This avalanche of you came crashing down quickly.
It was your emotion not your voice;
that started the cosmos to implode inside you.
Each star died out, and they all winked before they died.
It was this bi-polar you, who had split into two.
Through mitosis you defined your real you.
If only the other half could have been saved,
or maybe it’s lost and stored away?
I want to allow you, to see the person you are to be.
But,no mirror I show you could ever speak true to your own face.
Perhaps one day, your true self will stay.
But for now,
you allow your own eyes to see through you.
Hope in my Lawyer's Paperclip JarMy lawyer's desk on a normal Wednesday afternoonHope in my Lawyer's Paperclip Jar18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
is flooded with sheafs of white legal pads and errant staples.
Today is Wednesday, but the clouds outside
his twelfth-story window are shaped like loss
and the lines around his eyes seem crater-like in the shadows
and nothing about the last three weeks of my life
has been normal, so I don't know why it surprises me
to find his desk cleared of debris.
I wait for him in a silence that ebbs and flows with my heartbeats,
the zipper on my knee highs tapping against my leg like rain.
When he returns, hands filled with coffee
and the paperwork for a restraining order
against the man he set me up with almost a month ago,
I blurt the first thing that comes to mind.
"There's only one paperclip left in the magnetic jar.
It's bent like a swan."
I can tell, from the awkward shuffling of his loafers,
that he's wondering if he should have brought the Kleenex, after all.
He knows women often cry at things such as these,
reminders of the men they've love
Lonesome RoadLonesome Road2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the road to Hell I stand,
Ready to battle,
as a man.
I sought out the evil here.
It shall find me,
Upon this road,
of fire and bone.
I walked this path alone,
Haunted by a face of sin,
I begin to doubt,
I shall ever win.
Tortured souls of dead men,
Howl in the darkness without end,
This is no place,
One should be.
Nowhere to run,
Nowhere to flee.
I will lock and load
I will stand ready
On this lonesome road
I will stand steady
Darkness lurks near
Driven by hate
I will die here,
If that be my fate
I will walk on,
Weapon in hand
I will walk for the dawn,
Over blood spattered sand
I will risk it all
The life of one at dawn
For the lives of many
I may fall,
But my spirit lives on.
This is my destiny,
To walk this road
The ending of my unknown legacy,
When my spirit ascends,
To gods humble abode....
on perspectivea photographer’s staggering down the street that june morning,on perspective5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
raucous beautiful anarchist, tongue tied with whiskey
awaiting. nothing more than a white noise muted to
the foreground of city streets, a gem tatterdemalion in the making
a blasphemous love letter to our darling, perspective.
Adieu InsecurityStop twisting my dispositions with those miserable eyes,Adieu Insecurity6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
standing in the corner with your petticoats in pieces.
Your pink bow-lips beg me to bide…
…when my soul has flown the coup with your hollow vows.
You justified your presence as a gateway for humility,
but you brought me down to the dust....
...'till I couldn't even shower without shame.
Don’t swing me about with your mouth,
or surmise to breed in that bereft bedchamber.
My fingers won’t touch your filthy form,
or whisper litanies in your loquacious crevices.
You shattered this concocted cage on your own;
and now I must live outside your festering fences.
Take your pestilent pinions elsewhere, ere I rip them out,
I can look at the mirror now.
So as I fix my figurative suit, and tip my cerebral top-hat,
hold those pretty tears for some sorry soul who might care.
‘Tis not my fault I love myself more than you…my melancholy.
1969, and time goes oni imagine you1969, and time goes on19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
thief of space affairs, time would go on;
wonder if you'd manifest
to govern gravity’s empire
physically, just as aurally,
so to walk with a
winds at war
captivated by you; sunshine
gathered in the organized
chaos of your hair: eyes would
dance fires domesticated by
your fingertips, boasting wander-
world laws of light (reigned in
earthen measure). i’d
boast mountains by your name.
the exhaust for gods
of transience (north-
hazed) transmuted back
(for easy drawls from the east)—
i’d sip wine
from the wishbone of your
body of sea. plead
the noise of bedroom eyes
& sleepy smells to soften your
siren’s unquiet tease.
i imagine you,
thief of space affairs;
imagine you in 1969
where our time would go on.
In Sync And AliveI saw a reflection,but not of me,there was no mirrorIn Sync And Alive1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was a thought,then a feeling,frozen in a moment i was looking into
Gratitude,what an amazing thing it is to be alive,right here,right now
My story is what got me here,even as i went outside the lines,they still all straightened out
I used to use needles to avoid the truth of my actions,allowed them to slowly suck away all of my passion
I would paint smiles on my face with a blood stained paint of illusion
But i could never fool myself,i always knew if i didnt change i would never be more then a dead man walkin
I had soulless eyes syncing in harmony with my death rattle of a heart beat
My thinking was polluted with of visions darkness and rage,i was locked up in my homicidal cage of a mind
No freedom,a hope to die dope fiend waiting for my soul to pass judgement on my spirit
Guilty as charged,i was where the darkness ran to,i couldnt escape myself
I didnt just dance with the devil,i ran him out of hell,it was mine alone,there wasnt
DeadDecaying in the dirtDead1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ending as maggot food
A sad and impossible to avoid
Destiny that awaits us all
Write Your Namestep up, sonWrite Your Name6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the chakra board
write your name
you're someone else
and the problems
the front of the class
eat the frog
the fetal pig
within you screams
pin me down to
wax, i curl
like the skin
that god meant
for someone else
you're someone else
and the problems
DysfunctionalThe constellation lady married highway man.Dysfunctional5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm doneI have no words left for youI'm done1 week 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
An Odysseybound by a tangled map of veinsAn Odyssey18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
where blood no longer chased,
hidden by clouds
that sailed the sky,
the air exhaled to herd the mists
would not return to my cage of life
I sent my shadow
to search the sun and his cloak of rays;
I stole the moon
to journey where darkness built his castle.
and days ran through my weary soul like dancing children
as if they were hurdles barely knee-high
a strand, washed white by the floods of loss,
charged into my eyes, for first they scrambled shut
in emptiness, the unspoken passion that I buried alive,
screamed and rang true
the stars did not falter
as they unraveled the grave
life pumped back into those veins
where our promise gave her first cry again