Destroy This PoemDestroy This PoemDestroy This Poem8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To the person grading this poem
To the kind, patient woman hovering over this with a pen
Waiting to say kind, patient words in response, do me a favor:
Dont Patronize me.
I did not slave over this with hammer and anvil
Shaping it into a masterpiece.
I didnt paint it onto the ceiling of some church,
Going blind from the pain and the stress.
I didnt even turn this in on time.
And while Im writing this in my fifth-period economy class,
You can bet Im not concerned with iambs and troches and Italian terza rima.
No, Im concerned with how much water is left in my water bottle.
This isnt a masterpiece.
Who are we kidding?
Youre not going to hurt it, and you most certainly arent going to hurt me.
Dont patronize me.
I want you to destroy my work.
I want you to rip it to shreds with sadistic dominatrix glee.
Tear it apart from margin to margin;
Laugh openly at its crippled, struggling body.
You've been on my mind...Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.You've been on my mind...8 years ago in General More Like This
MorningstarMorningstar5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the sunshine of a thousand splendid suns
into my skin,
so that you could
watch my fall from grace,
since it would be the brightest of them all.
We're not beautifulWe're not beautiful6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The color red reminds me of two summers ago when this whole story finally began.
You would stand outside my house and wait for me to notice you existed.
You made me cry because you took the time to listen when I didn't want you to see.
you wrote my name. You spoke my name.
Those were the days I believed I was magic.
Street lights remind me of times I was scared to death, running away from my house
at 3 am for a boy I wasn't sure was worth the risk.
You were afraid too, but I needed you to be stronger.
I followed behind you down the street as you played your guitar to sleeping houses
and a foolish girl.
Scattered rocks remind me of the time I threw them at your window, cause I knew you were inside with her.
I screamed at the top of my lungs that I hated you both and then drove away.
Those were the days I knew I cared.
The dirt under my fingernails reminds me of the night you drew a heart in the ground
and you assumed I knew it was for me.
I remember those notes, one a day for
SmileSmile.Smile8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah, now you look happy.
Porcelain DollPorcelain Doll11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Porcelain doll with tangled hair,
People pass or stop and stare,
Her cotton clothes are ripped and torn,
Her parents regret the day she was born,
Her plastic heart has melted down,
Her stunning smile, a perfect frown,
Her shining future, a blackened road,
Her flowing words, a fucked up code.
Once glowing eyes, now dark and dead,
And voices scream inside her head,
A falling rain of acid tears,
Mirrors reflecting all her fears,
A fire raging through her veins,
Drugs to reduce all her pains,
Her porcelain skin, now scarred and bruised,
Her staggering beauty, now gone and used.
A foreign beauty, now buried alone,
A cryptic place where light once shown,
Once graceful flight with song and dance,
A life of hope and true romance,
Now blundering falls and morbid display,
Where crystal tears fall every day,
A heartless place of death and disease,
Where evil comes and goes with ease.
Porcelain doll with tangled hair,
Shattered dreams and timeless despair,
A radiant star, now void black hole,
you can't make them love you.He is beautiful, new, unexplored. He has wanted to kiss her ever since they met one week ago and fell prey to helpless chemistry.you can't make them love you.6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dont, she says, moving her hands in a subconscious yes pattern along his arm as he rubs his cheek against hers. You dont even know my favourite colour. The wind cuts through her thin jacket, and his chest is so warm.
Red, he guesses, improbably correct. His ears are cold.
And how many dogs do I have?
Two, he says, and she laughs wildly at his luck as he nuzzles her neck.
Im trying to save you, she tells him, pushing fruitlessly against his broad shoulders. So you dont wa
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisYes, I Have a Penis9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
The Time of Your Life"Do you have the time?" He asked, matter-of-factlyThe Time of Your Life5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As if he weren't hanging upside down
From the branches of the maple tree next to Asbury Station.
I debated for a moment,
And pulled out my pocketwatch instead of my cell phone
To let him know that it was twenty past two, give or take.
It won me a smile, which I counted as a small victory,
And went to go about my day.
He was there the next day too, and asked me again.
"Hey, pocketwatch girl. Do you have the time?"
It was five after ten and I told him so.
He smiled again, and I told him to be careful not to fall.
The third day, I heard his voice on the way to work.
"Do you have the time?" He asked, but I was in a hurry.
I ran off with an apology on my lips
And he just nodded, sagely.
He looked pale the next day when I stopped to greet him.
"Do you have the time?" He asked gently,
But this time around I heard something there,
Urgency in his soft, raspy tones,
And I asked, "What's the hurry?"
He smiled. "I could have asked you that yesterd
Save The Whales"You know what?"Save The Whales6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"We should never fall in love."
"Well, it's simple, really."
"Explain it to me, then."
"We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams."
"I still don't quite understand."
"I am a dreamer, and you are a dream."
"Thanks, I guess."
"No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm the whale. I can't do anything except wait for you to finally save me."
"I'll save you. I don't mind."
"I'll never thank you. I'm a whale; I can't talk."
"I don't care. I'll save you anyway. And you're wrong, you know."
"I'm not quite what you make me out to be. I laugh so I won't cry, yet that doesn't save me when I'm alone. I try to save the
I am.I am.I am.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the person who lives.
I am the person who loves.
I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.
I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.
I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.
I am the person who bullies to feel better.
I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.
I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.
I am the person who is bullied for being different.
I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.
I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of a curse then
I am the man who took steroids to be stronger and now am discarded by society.
I am the child who was forgotten.
I am the broken.
I am the hero.
I am the villain.
I am the takers.
I am the givers.
I am the deserving.
I am the bullied.
I am the pressured.
I am the suffering.
I am the surviving.
I am the wishers.
I am the dreamers.
telling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards-6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrews bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he cant see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of red arrows. i don't notice his eyes rolling back in his head or the graceful way his body collapses to the floor.
the only thing i notice is the distinct thudding sound as his head hits the metal shelf and the screaming that may or may not be mine.
later in the hospital he calls for me and says he wants to apologize for keeping secrets, and the doctors launch into a medical explanation of his cancer.
their eyes are sad.
i've been thinking and...i've come to a realization:i've been thinking and...6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
no one can make me smile the way you do.
i would smile if you did.i could write you a song about raindrops and rubies, but i don't think you'd want to listen. i could hold you close and tell you love stories, but i think you would just fall asleep. and i could play with your fingers and tap out a rhythm on your collar bone, but you'd just pull away and turn on the radio so you could listen to something better.i would smile if you did.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
you always pull away. why do you always pull away?
you got mad when you saw the papers. you said you hated that everything i write is sad, that every paper you found in my desk was about heartbreak or death or insanity or hopelessness. you said you wanted me to be happy. but if you really did, you would try to understand that heartbreak isn't always bad and death isn't always ugly; that insanity is relative and hopelessness can be beautiful.
your understanding is what would really make me happy.
today i decided something: i am going to stop trying.
i am going to lay on my bed today. i am going to stare at the ceiling. i am not going to p
compulsive liar.once i asked you your favouritecompulsive liar.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
"why not?" i reply.
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someone else for a day.
you make me a nametag with my
real name on it, and i just laugh.
(later i slip it beneath my mattress
and spend the night staring at the ceiling.
see, i've tried myself on one too many
times, and the fit is never right.)
you call me your little compulsive
liar, and i guess that is supposed
to be somewhat affectionate.
i spin before the mir
RapeI am a 17 year old girlRape5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My eyes sparkle in the daylight
I have a smile that can light up the whole room
I have an amazing family
My friends are the best that anyone could ever ask for
My boyfriend is amazing
Someday I am going to live in a big pretty house just like the one I grew up in
When I graduate I am going to go to a good college and learn to do my dream job
After college I am going to marry my prince charming
And we will live happily ever after
I will have beautiful children
And I will love them with all of my heart
And when they grow up I will become a grandmother
When the time comes I will die peacefully in my sleep with my loyal husband at my side
I have a perfect life.
I am a seventeen year old girl
My tears glisten in the cold moonlight
My smile, like me, is broken and fake
I am all alone
With friends that will never understand
And an ex boyfriend who is wondering what he did wrong
My big house is filled with emptiness and shattered dreams
At school my classmates happy
Is It Love?If I hugged you,Is It Love?10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
Identity problem.I'm a girl, an average girl.Identity problem.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I look at other girls, analyze their potential, whether they are cute or not and I sometimes wonder if their boobs are natural or man-made. But that's what girls do, right? We criticize each other.
I'm just another girl.
I sometimes have problems with my body and how I look, problems with my reflection in the mirror. So I seek baggy clothes, to hide myself. Yet in this culture only guys are allowed to use baggy clothes, so I have to buy in the man's section, because their clothes are cuter and softer and I feel more comfortable in them. But that's something I can't help, right?
I'm what am I?
lonely is one letterthere were dead birds and fragile things hanging on the clothesline. you liked to look at them because it made you feel more secure; less like scraps of fabric and snips or newspapers tied loosely with dental floss. so you hung ribcages and tea cups and our love on the clothesline because fragile things made you feel less alone.lonely is one letter5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm not afraid of dying; I'm afraid of leaving." you whispered to the stars. the air grew heavy. "I don't like the idea that this is all there is, because there's so much more I want to be. I want to be beautiful."
I was always more afraid of living, because living meant that there were no excuses. I agreed, though, quietly, that leaving would be the worst part.
you traced constellations on my arms and back and face. you liked to count planets and shooting stars; bright things made you feel warm inside. you kept the stars in your eyes because you didn't want to lose them. I kept you in my arms, because I didn't want you to realize how we were dangling on the c
To My Future LoveHey Future Love,To My Future Love8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didnt know how to start this letter
Dear, or hello, couldnt decide which sound better.
I went for the informal because Im not trying to impress
Try to make it laid back so theres no need to stress.
I know I dont know your namebut someday I hope
Well meet on the street and no longer be alone.
Sometimes I gaze up at the stars and imagine how it will be
Where will it happen? Will you just turn and look at me?
Will we discover the meaning of love at first sight?
Perhaps it will take one or two nights
Laying out under the stars and discovering the mysteries
Asking questions that have eluded the minds of many for centuries.
Maybe it will be our laughter that floats in the air
That makes us turn in the right direction, at that moment, right there.
Our eyes will meet, and it will be just like in a movie
Well smile at each other, and youll ask me out for a cup of coffee.
Oh the possibilitie
Why, Daddy?He screams her name. Her body falls. His anger pulsates like the throbbing vein on his forehead. His fists are a blur of furious punches while he rages at her, blaming her for his ruined life.Why, Daddy?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He roars and throws her limp body across the room, sending it right onto the coffee table. Shattered glass and broken wood pierce through her skin, causing the red liquid to ebb out of her soulless carcass.
He yells at her for not having the guts to get up; he doesn't know she'll never move again. He slaps her around and tosses her against the wall like a rag doll.
Don't you love me daddy?
He picks up a pillow and throws it at her. His fury is weakening, sliding away as he realizes why she isn't fighting back, crying, screaming or running like she had before.
Why don't you love me daddy?
His anger diminishes as he kneels beside the crumpled body. A lifeless shell that was battered, broken and bleeding. Tears start falling from his eyes