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three summers too latethree summers had been and gone since i last saw you. you came to return some CDs that you borrowed during our 'time' together. i had not seen you or spoken to you since that painful night.three summers too late4 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
you sat on one sofa, i on the other. we made polite conversation for the whole hour and forty eight minutes of your visit. i made you coffee and offered you a cigarette - you told me you were trying to stop. i just wanted you to want me but it was clear you were happily married.
we sat opposite one another, you continually making polite conversation; me? me continually not knowing what to do with my hands. this concept - of pleasantries - was alien to
Missing PieceAutumn leaves fall from the treesMissing Piece4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sun will rise and set again and again
Still I miss you
Winter snowflakes fall
The waters frozen over
Still I miss you
Spring time showers fall
Pretty flowers everywhere
Still I miss you
Summer came
A year since you went away
Still I miss you
Lonely At Ocean's BottomI've fallen to the oceans depthsLonely At Ocean's Bottom4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Freefalling into the light
Won't you come join me,
It's getting lonely down here.
Falling For YouI'm falling for you likeFalling For You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rocks thrown into the ocean;
Hard and fast
Reaching bottom with a 'splash'.
Thinking about youI haven't stopped thinking about youThinking about you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not one goddamned day since I first laid eyes on you
And it's not fair, is it?
That we don't want the same things
That I won't let myself fall in love again
That I'm too afraid to lose myself
Because love isn't all I used to think it was
When I was a stupid fucking kid
Maybe I'm capable of the kind of eternal love
I used to believe in, but others aren't
Besides I already gave that love away
And I'm pretty sure there's nothing left
Not even a drop for you or me
All that's left is a bloody skeleton
For everyone to see
Doesn't matter
Doesn't make me stop thinking of you
And wishing things co
UntitledI wonder in the end if you found what you were looking for in those grainy, naked pictures of me.Untitled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
MiseryIs it real thenMisery3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or just pretend
We've waited too long
For this moment
13 days
It is time to decide
Will you break an
Already broken heart
That has waited
8 years
For you to come
In the end I know
We will never be
For that is our
Lot in life
Misery
Let the hurt come then
I will welcome it
With open arms for you
And for no one else
the f wordfumbling forward,the f word7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
falling,
failing miserably.
fighting arms flailing
sickened, saddened ailing
feeble fickleness
wretched, writhing woe
forces frustration-
fragmentation,
flawed fluidity of
interrupted independance.
Pretendi'm not sure ifPretend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i fucking know
who i am anymore
or if I ever
did
i try to pretend
that i dont care
it doesnt matter
use me use me use me
so youll like me
because thats all
i've ever known
how did i get here
again
how did i let someone
in
black and white
i dont see in grey
i dont know how
wont someone take
my hand
and teach me
what it is to
be human
I went insane today.i went insane todayI went insane today.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cut my legs wide open to see
what was left inside
let me tell you it's nothing but
blood in there
that fuckin creeped me out
i started to rock back and forth
my mind went all fuzzy
replaying moments that didn't mean
anything to anyone
then they came to take me away
asked me what the fuck my problem was
i couldn't answer because the
screaming was too loud
i still have the scars of where
they poked me
i can still feel the tiled floor
under my feet
i can still see the cold walls
in my dreams
As the AirI'm in love with the air and the cries it carries to meAs the Air3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love that which I cannot see, nor hear, nor touch
And yet I feel it
The only true love I've known
During a life of heartbreak and disappointments
Oh! To meet the air. That which has come over me
What should I do? Dance with him, lay with him?
Tell he that I know not what his troubles may be
That I love him?
What is it to love that which does not exist?
Love does not see, nor hear, nor touch itself
It is as the air to me
So I find that it is love that I love
And nothing else
MissingI sit and stareMissing6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a placid memory
of her stoney eyes
nothing left
an empty frilly skirt
thrown into the ground
missing; missing
where have you gone?
Abuse MeWater me down,Abuse Me6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Shut me up,
Smack me around.
"It is as easy as lying."
Make me your fool,
Twist my words,
Manipulate my soul.
"It is as easy as lying."
Look right past me,
Play my emotions,
Neglect my very bring.
"It is as easy as lying."
Break my inner self,
Tear my heart in half,
Name me what you will.
"Call me what instrument you will,
Though you can fret me,
You cannot play upon me."
this familiarity...i have known you for quite sometimethis familiarity...4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
but i have loved you for even longer
and now the feeling's growing stronger...
i cannot suppress this hunger.
it's in my bones... in my moans
i feel you in my sleep
as in my room you softly creep
and lay beside me -
entering my dreams,
entering me.
inside, there is no air to breathe
just this space between you and me.
fragrant...
the smell of sex hangs heavy there
like clouds scattering, sheltering...
soft as your breath
your touch
of fingers, wanderlust
exploring
- your eyes imploring the sense of urgency
overwhelms...
... overrides my rational thought
this thing... this love... lust
if I could be the worshippingif I could be the worshippingif I could be the worshipping5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of that mouth so brandywine red (so
peppermint sugar sweet and
solicitous,
wearing myself down inside the throat,
around the tongue:
reminiscent dreamy soft pink, and sharp,
unforgettably; lucid, I
cry out –
I would
and echo from tips of fingerskytouching and sing
to cochlea in pious ears as musical prayers
of seashells),
I would be.
Love, Lust, and Longinglove is the lightLove, Lust, and Longing5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that fills my soul
whenever i think of you
lust is the fire
that boils my blood
making my skin a warm red hue
longing is the ache
that breaks my heart
because you are so far away
loss is the darkness
in which i live
without you every day.
i was trying not to think...your skini was trying not to think...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dewed lavender
under the pale orange glow
of miniature suns.
head back, dark hair a lesson in
the rules of self-abandonment.
bones held shadows
like the bellies of boats
while your flesh hummed lullabies
against my shoulder.
the moon splayed goldenmilk
fingers across your brow,
licked a trail along your lips,
curled up in your retinas
,
and i was afraid.
i was afraid of
what It meant --
(to feel hungry
with a full stomach
what it meant to the shadows nestled in your clavicle
to stormwater hair
and the anticipation
of summerwarm breat
she will beshe will be6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to taste her
feel her perfectagony
hear her aching against my ears,
Through me
as she begs wordlessness
and receives wordlessly.
as she touches my darkness. draws it out, uP
into her.
spins it like webs on her fingers.
kisses it hard and soft and breathes never
let go
and I want to fall
deep
into her (breaths
catching
me.
)
and my mouth will know the course of her blood
and my fingers will read her shivering skin
and my eyes will drink her Inescapable
and my bones will hold her delicate
as she burn
you say....you say....7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you say that
my life
is exhausting you,
yet, you'd think that,
after "everyting i've put you through",
that this could be your best escape-
your most magical moment.
still you linger-
torn and tossed in torment of
the things i've said.
glossy eyed and glorified in your
declarations of love,
stumbling and fumbling,
all the wrong words
flop into my lap-
heavy and sticky,
like an insect,
trapped in your web-
spin around and around,
wrap me in the
illusion of your sobriety.
twisting and falling betrayl
belittles your gentle soul.
feathers fall silently at my feet
as your wax wings melt,
and the image of michael,
the guar
What Makes You Beautiful...What Makes You BeautifulWhat Makes You Beautiful...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(My thank you letter to Nude Models)
What makes you beautiful is not the nakedness of your form or the suggestiveness of your pose.
It is not how close the lens zooms to the most prized and priceless areas of your anatomy.
It is not the illusion of whatever suggestion is conveyed by your expression and the ambiance of your setting,
Nor is it the way the light falls across your frame to cast a symphony of shadows and highlights which seem to play in perfect harmony.
Though all of these things have their place in the art you create
What makes you beautiful is something far more innate
It is your knowledge of sel
Poisoned NightPoisoned Night6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The night was alive with voices, the electronic chatter filling Slice's mind as she sat on the roof edge watching the people passing by below, each lost in their own worlds as they brushed passed each other.
For a moment a spark of jealousy sparked in her soul and she wished she could be one of those anonymous shadows in the darkness below, drifting through their lives so carefree, but even now she could hear them in the noise, their voices hidden from the world but oh so clear to her as they traded snippets of information, trying to co-ordinate their hunt for her.
Something drew her attention, or more accurately a lack of something. Drifti
Road Trip ConversationsI want to go sailingRoad Trip Conversations6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on that wispy blue cloud rolling in
San Francisco fog dressed me that creamy day
of milkweed pod moments, green waters and yellow balloon skies
Trucks of tomatoes and bouncing garlic
shaking in its paper skins roll by
We should be in Italy I say soft
I'm dreaming of sounds of basil
slipping through my fingertips
handsome men in black and white stripes
and sweat pulsing on shiny midnight brows
oars slicing water
Your hand glides up my thigh
We pass homes with lights on
lines of laundry strung tight
taking in morning breezes
letting out last night's secrets
I whisper a big one
Sage gusts blow my myste
ZbuciumStrăzi adormite şi pustii,Zbucium3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Parcuri de mult adormite,
Sufletul meu aşteaptă să vii
Călcând pe frunze ruginite.
Pe banca primului sărut
S-a aşternut uitarea.
Eu te-aştept iar, ca la-nceput,
Sperând s-auzi chemarea.
Cad pradă gândurilor gri,
Iar umbrele spre nori mă poartă.
E-o noapte-n care nu poţi şti
Luna de-i vie ori moartă.
De ce nu vii? De ce n-apari?
Oare s-a stins amorul?
Oh, suflet drag, nu mă lăsa!
Căci mă ucide dorul!
V. A. R. sunt al cincilea punct în jocul ăsta tematicV. A. R.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
şi nu văd decât alte patru puncte.
pereţi-mi sunt tociţi de la atâta transpiraţie,
de la verzi, de la albi, de la roşii.
ochii-mi circulă-n spirală,
din creştet şi până-n pământ
şi din pământ până-n creştet-
bariera lor pe creştetul meu.
*Lor
nu am ce lega- ochi de întuneric,
lacrimi degeaba dacă nu ai oglindă,
nu am ce lega- ochi de lumină,
lacrimi de ochi.
sunt al cincilea punct în jocul ăs
Sta.sh
