A leaf in autumnIm just like your heartA leaf in autumn7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I too show my true colors
starburstblackberriesstarburst7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the inside
when you look
from the corner
of your eye.
The Yellowiest DecemberShe was atheist andThe Yellowiest December7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he was a painter who
believed in everything
and the world, the glories
it held, endless fountains of
knowledge to be obtained.
"It's an amazing situation,"
he mused, running his hands
through her red hair.
She believed in asbestos,
that it was her favorite
color and he believed that she
needed more things to believe in.
He ate cranberry sauce while she
read him poetry about cats and disciples
and classical compositions and the
relevance in it all. It
was all he could do to say, "Wow,"
staring at the sky, effusion of clouds
draining, pouring out before dispersing.
Her blue flower dress smelt of
chamomile and tulips and she wore a
yellow chrysanthemum in her hair, his
head rested in her lap, her breathing
Flash cards and timer reminders on
PDA's kept him remembering every
little nuance. "This cupcake is in
celebration of the fifth time
I kissed you and made you blush."
She blushed again before becoming
flustered. A mental note, Twenty-fifth
HeartsThere were hearts on the ground everywhere.Hearts7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not bloody, anatomical ones;
fictional, traditionally shaped, comically
drawn hearts, two bumps leaving
a central point, but quickly coming
back in to meet at the bottom. They
were everywhere and I didn't know
where they came from or how I
arrived where I was. The sun was high
but the sky hosted a slight green hue,
as if a storm were on the horizon.
I walked a while before I forgot what
my initial destination even was or what
I was planning to do.
An older gentleman walked up to me
and pointed with his walking cane to the
hearts littered all about as he said,
"Eat one, my boy." That seemed odd and I
ignored the order and kept walking on.
A tree was in the middle of a field I
suddenly found myself wandering in instead
of the street side I once walked on and it
had strings hanging from it with shoes
attached to the ends. A rather beautiful
girl came from around the bough and held
out her hand revealing one of the hearts.
"Eat it," she smiled. H
It's okay to have cheesecakeI get overwhelmed quickly if there's too much of something,It's okay to have cheesecake7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's why I steer clear of long lists
I hate Dora the Explorer.
We like TV, but it doesn't make us happy.
So why do we spend hours in front of it
Instead of doing things we like?
TV is a narcotic. We're addicted.
I'm compulsive. I inhale food.
I don't want it. I'm not hungry.
I need more.
I have no self control.
I act on impulse.
If I want something, I need it now.
I'm obsessive. I have intrusive thoughts
About death and scary images.
I stayed up late to watch a show that I thought would be good.
But I still watched it.
I like even colors, numbers and days of the week.
Yellow, green, orange, white.
2, 4, 6, 8.
Thursday, Friday, Saturday.
It doesn't make a difference though.
It's just being irrational.
I complain about washing dishes.
But I don't mind it.
I sort the dishes in a certain way.
Spoons, forks, and knives first.
Little plates, medium size plates, big pl
ReptilianI fancy you, forReptilian8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
you are my alligator
please don't eat my heart
AgainKiss me.Again8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whisper into my ear.
Warm breath, gentle touch.
Isn't this forbidden?
I don't know.
I don't care.
Are you mine? Am I yours?
Tonight, its not important.
Just kiss me.
Let our lips meet, our tongues dance.
Let this raw emotion seep
Deep into our skin.
I want you. You want me.
So just kiss me.
Dont look at the clock.
The red numbers lie.
Touch me, absorb me.
Fatigue is gone.
Take me in your arms.
Dont let go.
Make me yours.
To kiss. To touch. To hold.
Who I am..Don't tell me who I am;Who I am..7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because unless I write down
all my thoughts on a piece of paper
and hand it to you,
you don't even know half of my life...
wishes on stars.i. sometimes, i wish i could forget you.wishes on stars.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
sometimes, i wish i could forget the smell of your skin and the shade of your eyes and the sound of your breathing and the sound of your voice, whispering in the dark.
sometimes, i wish the guy in my memories - counting the clouds with me, climbing out my window under the stars, trying to throw rocks past the horizon, holding me, saying iloveyou- was just a faceless black shadow.
because maybe then remembering wouldn't hurt so much.
ii. i watched a t.v. show today.
in it, this beautiful girl won the lead part in some ballet performance. the dance hall was full of mirrors. she was dancing and laughing and crying in all of them.
and i have no idea how that feels; what she was feeling. and for a moment, i wished i did.
iii. everywhere i go, i feel out of place, awkward, and lonely. it's like i'm the piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit, no matter how hard you try to make it belong.
so tell me, please - where do i belong?
(i wish someone had
borderline nostalgic.i used to stand in the middle of the railroad track on sundays, one foot on either side of the county border line, just so i could tell you that i was in two places at once.borderline nostalgic.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you would shake your head in that disapproving, familiar way, and tell me that no one could be in two places at once, and besides, standing on railroad tracks was illegal, and i had better watch it or else i was liable to get ticketed.
i informed you that wanting to live a little was not illegal.
the day you died i rode full speed down the nearby hill with my bare legs on the handlebars of my mother's bike, the sun shining full in my eyes. i swear to god my hands lifted off the handlebars and flew away, and to this day i still can't find them, but you, you know where they are.
i got a ticket for walking on those railroad tracks and two weeks ago i rode down that hill remembering you, and when i crashed at the bottom i thought i felt you hold my hand.
but no one can be in two places at once.
truths.a. she writes her nametruths.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on her hand
just so she wont
b. they ask her what
she wants to do with
her life, and she says
she wants to write things
that break hearts and
they say she could be
c. hurting you
more than you can
d. is never important enough
to go with
(just like her.)
e. shes sorry.
and she doesnt
Sun rainFluttering dreams through my fingers,Sun rain5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ripples between my toes.
Deco dances tickle,
My heart dares to grow.
Wandering lost among the chaos
Glass crackles thin
I'm unaware the thoughts I've had
That's brought me the state I'm in
Yet somehow I see the sun
Whispering through the clouds
The face of the love I know
Whom I could not live without.
Through the years I've dared to seek
My God to show the way
And paraded He has to trump the grass
To the path I see today.
UntitledDeep inside you'll always beUntitled6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The one that healed the wound in me
For now I know there's one true guy
Who makes me feel normal inside,
For happi-ness shipped in glass
Will likely wound an elephants ass
But an elephant who never sits
Will wish he had to avoid shin splints.
A ballooning friendship is always better
Because in life, the weight is much lighter
When a hand to hold is at one's side
The jump is quicker, a landing with more stride.
So I waste not time in saying life
Is full of unearned burning strife
But if the hand fits the glove
Will you be my one true love?
snowflakes.in july, i cut out paper snowflakes and colored them rainbow, then taped them to the inside of my window.snowflakes.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"what's with the snowflakes?" you asked, confused, when you noticed them.
"i like snowflakes," i replied simply.
"but it's july. it never snows in july, so why put snowflakes up?" you asked, still puzzled.
i said, "because if a miracle happens and it does snow, the inside will match the outside for once."
you asked, after a moment's pause, "why color them rainbow?"
"because not everything is black and white."
but you never understood. later, you tore them down, and i caught you feeding them to a candle's flames.
it was foggy the day you left.
i made a handprint on your back window so you'd have something to remember me by.
but, like memories, it slowly faded.
i wrote you a letter.
i miss the way you drew hearts on my hand; the way your hair looked in the wind. i miss the color of your eyes and the way your skin felt on mine.
i'm still trying to decide if i miss <i>
circles in the sand.you will be drawing circles in the sand when he finds you.circles in the sand.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'why are you bothering to draw in the sand?' he'll ask. 'the waves will only wash your circles away.'
you'll finish the circle by writing love in the center, then you'll stand up to answer him, hair in your eyes from the wind and sand on your face.
'because maybe it won't get washed away,' you'll say. 'isn't it a chance worth taking?'
and instead of laughing at you like you expected, he'll smile. 'yes,' he'll say. 'oh, yes.'
you will be weak with lack of sleep, drowsy and stumbling, and he'll catch you before you run into the wall.
'go away,' you'll tell him. 'just go away.'
'no,' i don't think i will,' he'll say. 'want me to tell you a secret about you?'
'no,' you'll murmur bitterly, but that won't stop him.
'see, you have this dark view of love and hearts,' he'll say. 'for one, you don't believe in love, or the fairytale happily ever after kind. because it always gets washed away, doesn't it? that's how you see it.
melted memoriesher memories weren't likemelted memories7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
still solid and firm
easier to mold and
melt when put to flame
just as easy to
but impossible to
dreams.d. my heart used to singdreams.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this song about
whatever that is.
(she has since
r. i had this one where
i found God on a
street corner and i was
in stained, ripped blacks
and i asked
where have you been?
and He said,
ive been here all along,
you just werent looking.
and then i woke up
and you told me that
dreams just arent real.
e. i asked what you did
with your dreams. you laughed
you threw them in the
trash, where they belong.
(im afraid to ask you
if you think i
belong there, too.)
a. the only dream
i regret is the one in which
you were someone worth
m. my heart does not
want to be alone anymore.
so i bought her photographs
and said here, you can have
(she wants to dream
the people in the pictures
s. the ashes of my dreams
tread quiet, tread deepnight is the stale scenttread quiet, tread deep7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of collected breaths
leaving the light on
in spite of despising it
the almost never silent
and the body
hope is a half-truth
hope lies in hiding it
the days rest their weight
in the lines of your face
and they ache
skin's a scribbled-on postcard
sincere and unsent
and a memory's
where you left it
worlds.today, i scribbled planets on a piece of paper and gave them names. 'friendship', 'acceptance', 'hope', 'love', and 'happiness', i called them.worlds.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
then i drew a stick figure that i named 'alyssa'. i wrote a story about how she visited all of these planets and learned all about them.
(now, i can pretend to know these things. now, i can pretend to be a part of them.)
today, as i was on my way home, i saw a couple in the grass by the highway. they were dancing to music i couldn't hear.
for a moment, i thougth they were crazy. but a few minutes later, i felt like mourning.
because these people and their somewhat crazy actions were part of a world i would never know; never understand.
today, i told you how i feel like i'm in a world in which i don't belong; don't understand. i showed you my planets and the stick figure.
you smiled and drew a stick figure of your own. you said, 'this one will be me. and we can both just notbelong here. together.'
(but notbelonging with you fee
DevotionOn the fifth of November I heard a loud shriekDevotion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
T'was a cry of despair, a baby mouse squeak
A mountain of angels came down from above
To hear of the racket, their beloved young's love.
An answer was met by a mole in a cape,
The angels did follow by the cloth at his nape.
Blindly the mole, carved in a pace,
Quicker than lightning, by the prod of Light's gates.
All of a sudden, from all sides around
The keeper was tapping on the bridge below ground
Hoping the moat bridge would lower to see
The baby mouse rescued from misery.
Near and far all did come
The termites surrounded,
Sworn by the sun;
A path they did trod,
From North to southeast
To the baby's fine call,
A bunion retreat.
Wrapped in a sock and carried inside
The mice were bewildered, by the aids' absence of pride.
"Come with me dear fellows, you brave souls at heart.
I'll bring you to heaven, the gates are apart."
The blind mole of cape, said "No, I must stay,
For the little one needs me, and the sea bird will slay."
Fight for the
one planet too manyi.one planet too many7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the substance of dreams
is hidden inside my cheek,
involuted kisses hiding nightly
where no sleight of eye will see
the same shame that crawls under
my blood like some flawless secret
residing in the hollows of my heart.
it is too early to see the stars. you
are hiding behind cloudy dreams, waiting
for them to find you, your
frost-bitten heart and crashing hopes held
in the folds of your hand.
the minutes are running away, and you wonder
if maybe you're too far gone
for them to ever find you.
or maybe the sky is too close to see,
the seconds too long to hold. every point
of light is somebody's sun and when i read
your future in my palms, you are all but absent.
i am only a star to you. how
can you skip this space and see
the hidden place when it is still
too bright to grasp at galaxies?
you were the kind of beautiful that was
vanishing, like patterns in the sky and
lines of happiness etched onto your soul and
magical moments that are always there
but not always felt.
stepping stones.they say the firststepping stones.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
step is always the
hardest. (but im
never the one to
im afraid to.)
you are peeling my
paint away, please stop
peeling my paint away.
i dont want you to see
beneath it, underneath the
smiles and how,
exactly, did you ever get
(i think you mustve
found a way to
can you be my
you said youd be my
light, but lights are
flickering, and i want you
to be a
my heart is not
fragile. shes just tired
of being dumped in the
(do you understand?)
i think we have all been
sleeping but there is no one
left to wake us
love will never
fit inside a
box. im sorry that
you just dont
these are like
across a river.
(and one that was
meant to help us make it
to the other side just isnt
nuclear wars of the heart.this is hownuclear wars of the heart.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nuclear wars of the heart
fireworks are really
just another kind of
explosion, did you
[you are causing
to implode within
there is a
a fault line
you like to cause
that shake my whole
[but this crack
is only getting wider.
could you please fill it up
hopes and dreams?]
did you know that?
but you could also
[all you have to do
the croak knew all alonghe liked to listen to opera inthe croak knew all along7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Speedos, attempted to model his
singing off bjork's and dreamed about
blowing up spaceships.
she liked to listen to punk rock
while rehearsing lines for
Shakespeare and dreamed of robbing
a Swiss bank for street cred.
they met by accident at the French-
Canadian circus; he asked her
if love in space was the same as love
under water, and she said only dolphins
know. the world ceased being their
playground, wasting days staring
into each other's irises, forgetting
how to breathe each time.
he called her his African swan
and she called him the queer
beast who stole her heart.
their dreams took a backseat
with "the-now" pulling them along
by the collar. they both had dreams
of falling every night til the wedding
day and spoke none of their fears.
twenty-five years of button up
shirt meetings, typical news reel
footage and following the great
American TV drama found them
sprawled out on floors asking,
this life, this life. now what? this
life. a bullfro