InterrogationSometimes I wantInterrogation10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to stay awake until morning,
burn when the sun comes up,
eyes bursting like match heads,
carbon and sulfur.
An ash stain, a salmon
pink and gasping,
I would fold inside out,
ribs becoming wings,
white spider legs.
I float and dream of needles,
and non-existent colors.
I dream of people without eyelids,
without thumbs or lips,
and wonder if my mother
was sculpted from dust.
April's HouseThe man who would be my lover through April had a daughter.April's House10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I showed her Playboys from 1999 and she grabbed at my breasts.
In mid-April my lover's grandmother died in a Michigan hospital.
The night before we had hurried sex on a friend's floor and in his shower.
I lay naked on a dark blue couch watching B list horror movies
with names like Frankenhooker and drank carbonated strawberry wine.
The floor was covered in empty Bacardi bottles and powdered Cheetos
while the bathroom smelled of concentrated bleach and urine.
I could crawl out onto the flat tarry roof through a second story window.
On the fourth of July I sat on the functionless brick chimney and got high.
The roof in South Oakland always reminded me of Mary Poppins.
Vodka coursing through my blood, I danced like a chimney sweep.
A man with bleached hair and long nails filed to a point walked me home.
He said, Margaret, I want you, and I knew I had stayed in a house full of lies.
Understanding GraffitiUnderstanding Graffiti8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Understanding Graffiti: Learn To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb
An essay by Benjamin Alldridge
Choke train buffers like a head-locked Ed Koch
Nurture the craft of concrete visionaries
Cave painters screaming "Loosen the cuffs!"
Cave paintings get the natural history feather dust
Pick a lust.
Aesop Rock really says it best with those lyrics right there, and sums up the general mentality of society towards the Graffiti community as a whole. Throughout this article we'll investigate why that is, and even more importantly to the population at large, ways to try and make its existence as pleasant as possible. After all, art will always have some place in society, no matter what form it takes.
Before we go any further, let's actually set down some basis for what we mean when we use the term "Graffiti". For the majority of people who use the term, it will take the form of the general definition, as follows: ".. the illegal or unauthorized defacing of a b
The WastelandI am addiction. I take control of your mind. I take control of your emotions. I take control of you. Once you have met me I never let you go. You are mine forever. A slave for me until the end of your days. Never again will you be the same. Now you live the life I want you to. Theres no turning back.The Wasteland6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I am emptiness. I live inside you, but Im not really there. You know I exist, even though I do not. You can feel me, but you cant. Slowly, I make you hollow until nothing else remains. I am nothing, but I am everything.
I am darkness. I consume your soul. Rotting it until there is nothing left. I devour you, making everything a never ending unfathomable black. I whisper in your ear the evil secrets that lurk inside you. I tempt you, with the desire to fulfill your wildest dreams. You think I make you strong, untouchable. But in the end I will be your downfall.
I am evil. I control all injustice in the world. I have no mercy. I am the gun you hold to someone
Holding Onto A FriendshipHolding Onto A Friendship8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All anyone ever wants is to feel accepted
But yet once we find acceptance
It causes a stir of emotion in us.
When our mind can no longer handle all the pressures
handed out by what everyone Want and Expects -
We seek solace and no longer want to be accepted.
We desire to disappear and be erased from existence.
To be cruel to others if spoken to
because you're afreaid of becoming close to them
In case they should break your heart
like so many others have before or simply because
You've given up hope to love and feel compassion for others.
After all, no one can hurt you the most, or the worst, than a best friend...
But after all, a best friend is someone who will look after you. Protecting you from anyone who gossips or can upset you in anyway, by making you feel better about yourself. As for me, i can go through the worst days ever but even if its just a little hug or a small talk with a friend my day would get better. a friend can help you feel accepted,they aren't always the ones that
Four SeasonsWhen I first met you, you were like the relief one gets from a fresh splash of the April rain.Four Seasons10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Effervescent in your attitude, anomalous in everything else….
You were different, you were new, and you made me feel…absolutely rejuvenated and…..absolutely beautiful.
When I realized that I was in love with you, you were like the July sun.
Bright and looming, the first thing my eyes went to in the sky.
Overwhelming, you were once in a while, consuming my time and whatever limited free space resided in my mind.
Sometimes I felt you slowed me down, tired me with your tenacious complexity …but I knew, without you, I wouldn't be able to survive.
And then, there were those summer rains….those monsoons of magnificence…those hazy pink-grey skies, those shows of layers, of diaphanous folds and glorious textures in your personality.
When our love was set and rolling, you were like the falling leaves of autumn: colorful, varied, and utterly spellbinding.
I could roam through your huge expa
MapsThis fool that keeps beating desperately needs to stopMaps2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
sending my feet wandering down paths I shouldn't walk
towards figures in the distance seen as perfect silhouettes
who always seem to vanish more the closer that they get
I know I'd hold my breath forever if she would only ask.
I'd hide nitrogen safe in my lungs until my face turns black.
Maybe now it's finally time to set my backup plan in motion:
I've been hiding maps in bottles, time to cast them in the ocean.
Like a net spread wide to capture fish as they swim by,
I'll wade into the waters of an extroverted life.
No more nights spent dreaming of a girl I know by name
who doesn't know, or doesn't care, and doesn't feel the same
As I cling tightly to the raft on which I am adrift,
I count my stars and sing these bars and call each breath a gift.
I know this life is fleeting, full valleys and of crests -
never one without the other. Knowing that I know how best
to save me.
These metaphors and similes I lov
Fax MachineFax Machine7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fax machine, fax machine
Your technology, oh so keen
In 1983, you were pristine
But now you're faded, turning tangerine
Fax machine, fax machine
You're being replaced by a computer screen
Because your toner smell was too obscene
And my inky hands will never get clean
Where you will go, is yet to be seen
Fax machine, fax machine
SeashellsStepping off the train, the four teens raced across the small hill. When their feet hit sand, smiles appeared on their faces.Seashells5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yay! We finally got to go to the beach!" Olette said happily, clapping her hands together.
"Yeah whatever...race ya!" Hayner exclaimed, racing forward. Olette and Pence followed quickly after.
Roxas stood a moment and laughed, following. He watched as his friends jumped into the water and swiped a bead of sweat from his brow. The sun was beating down hard on his face, making the teen hot and tired. 'Okay let's get in the water!' He thought, walking towards the water.
Roxas's bare toes touched the salty water, but something stopped him. He noticed something on the sand. Slowly bending down and picking it up, the young man held a pretty blue and yellow seashell in his hand. 'Huh. Have I seen this before?' He thought, furrowing his brow and staring intently. Slowly he enclosed the shell in his hand and sucked in a breath. 'Someone's name..' He couldn't
Change...If I held out my hand,Change...11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you take it?
Could I take you away,
To places I've never seen?
Familiar as they've been,
Now different with you…
You are change,
Like a wind brings a turning of the seasons,
Like an ocean wave tosses the shore,
Like creation, like the end of it all.
Knowing you is
Like standing in that wind, feeling the world change all around me,
Like standing against that wave, knowing that I won't need to breathe
Like being made again, and being destroyed forever,
Like falling and never reaching the bottom.
And I can't help, but feel the least bit afraid,
Because who can't help,
But feel afraid of change?
But I need a change,
I need to change,
I need change.
I just need you.
my little heart of mine.dear little heart of mine,my little heart of mine.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i need you to be brave for me. i know you're trembling on wires and clacking against bird-bone ribs, but i need you to set your teeth and stiffen that upper lip. i know it's scary and we aren't getting any medals for courage any time soon, but i think if we both hold hands and close our eyes, we can get through this.
i need you to know though that this is probably going to hurt.
i'm not saying we'll be bleeding and gasping on the floor. i'm not saying we're going to lock the front gates and shut off the lights and fasten the shutters, but i can't lie to you and say we will be living in eternal sunshine. we won't.
we can't hide behind the wall forever though. if we want to get what we love to dream about, we're going to have to step in the frontline. we're going to have to brave the machine fire and remind ourselves that it's worth it. i promise you, it might be. it might be worth taking the bullet.
and it will be okay, because we aren't the type to simply bre
Together, ApartWe're here, all aloneTogether, Apart10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In different rooms
But just remember
We're in the same dark,
The same sky that holds our dreams
The same rain that washes our tears
Just remember, I'm still here
Waiting for you
Worlds apart but together in heart.
Missing YouI can't sleep,Missing You11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I lye awake, tears in my eyes,
Heart acks, mind can't think,
Longing for you touch,
The sound of your voice, I can't hear it.
The wanting for you in my heart.
Thoughts of how good it was to have you near,
You and only you thats all I want,
Wishing to see you smile,
Longing to hear you laugh,
Charishing all the time we shared,
Hopeing my heart will heal,
A Blank PageA blank page is all I am.A Blank Page7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So clean, so simple, so pure, so white.
Nothing for you to remember me
Of the times that we shared in flight.
I don't deserve to be in your life's page.
Not a smudge, not a letter, just white.
I wish it can be different somehow but I'm
Nowhere near your life, nowhere in your strife.
It's a simple gesture for me to be words of friendship flowing across the page.
I've waited, still waiting, no answer.
All of this became
Reflections of my current cage.
I wish I can be nothing more than letters and words.
Simple, short, yet full of hope.
Everything is fading away,
With words fading so fast that I can't cope.
I guess it's true to say I am nothing.
Unnoticeable, lucid, an empty wage.
After all I'm just a
Simple blank page.
Anorexia.Anorexia.9 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
She looks in the mirror and pokes at her thighs.
She slides her hands over her stomach,
and she smiles as her hand glides over a bone.
Not a morsel of food will pass her lips.
She looks as if the slightest breeze will blow her away.
As if the slightest touch would break her.
So pale and fragile looking, yet so elegant.
Not a morsel of food will pass her lips.