AbsintheThe Bohemian MethodAbsinthe5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When Amelia woke, she knew she was not alone in her room. She sat up too fast, felt lightheaded for a moment. She tasted blood in her mouth and felt a slight trickle from her nose. The room felt dry, warm. The air smelled like fresh tobacco.
"I like it when you bleed," a voice said from the corner of the room.
She turned and saw the man, lounging in the chair by the vanity, cigarette in hand, the glow reflected in the mirror behind. He grinned. His teeth were very white, very even, even in the darkness of the room. Her heart was hammering.
"You," she said, struggling against the quaver in her voice.
"Me," he responded. "Always me."
He stood and approached her bed. With his free hand, he pulled a tissue from the pocket of his suit coat and offered it to her. She averted her eyes and took the tissue, dabbing at the blood.
He was incredibly tall, and his features, while attractive, were almost unremarkable. Almost, were it not for his eyes, which, even in the di
hello, goodbye.hello boy with the bittersweet smile.hello, goodbye.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will you join me in my woes?
hello world with a sour aftertaste.
will you help me face my foes?
goodbye awkwardness and doubt.
i no longer need you.
Piano HatI remember when we got our first piano. It was a black upright. Not exactly gorgeous, but definitely a nice instrument. I was really excited to get my hands on the thing, but dad wasnt too, um, keen on the idea -- "Keen"? Really? I say things like that sometimes even though I know they sound lame. What can you do, though? I didnt have my first piano lesson until a few days later. Sounds of tinkling piano keys filled the room. Bassy notes caused the whole foundation to shake. It was a thing of beauty. It really was. Best part: It was me. I was playing it. My hands couldnt throw a ball with any sort of accuracy at all, and I was picked on for it bad, but damn could they play a piano! I mean really! Just damn!Piano Hat7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That was, what -- like, five years ago? Yeah, I was about eight at the time, so, like, five years ago. So here I am, five years after I started playing the thing, and Im still going. In fact, Ive got a recital tonight. Thats why Im all
lilyat cliff edge my darling dances, tiptoes and windswept honey-gold hair. i say, 'my sweet come to daddy, come here princess, you're scaring me.' but that roar of wind is so loud in her ears she sways and looks upon me a moment like i've been only quiet admiring, never calling. she laps in the taste of salty-wave and sand, and she is magic in all her softness. but she is so close and one toe pushes rock downledge and i'm running, oh dear me, i'm running for my darling on the sea cliff, i'm running and i'm all love for her. for her who is me in those eyes and lips, who is me in those smiles. i'm running and she's stopped, standing with her little lips apart like that, puffy bottom lip dropped and sunshine all sparkly white-blue in her eyes. she's stopped and i cannot, i'm running, i'm running, oh silly me, running downwards towards her on the cliff and i have her in my arms, my fairy princess! my brighter-than-sun darling! we're dancing and then, oh, toes, foot slips, we slip and are falllily6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
this aprilThe moonlight falls through squinting blinds, bowing softly to hug the arc of his naked body. The blankets are strewn about his toes as a girl, no more than sixteen, lays wide-eyed and warm-bodied beside him.this april6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
She silently watches the dreams come and go beneath his eyelids, she quietly feels his chest rise, rise then fall and she listens to the heavy breathing that accompanies it. Beautiful breathing, she thinks, tracing generous lips with fingertips.
The air is cool but she is alight.
Everything in this room bathes in blue shade. She watches the alarm clock beside the bed, numbers coming and going out of fashion before her eyes. Now it wears 0, 4, 2 and 9. Melbourne will burn beneath the April sun shortly. She does not need the sun for warmth anymore but the city always will.
His arm no longer sleeps wrapped around her and she feels the emptiness below her breasts as though nothing is really something after all. He sighs in sleep and it is not a heavy sigh but a light-hearte
FallenIn my darkest hourFallen7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Who can I turn to?
Lost in an overbearing crowd
Too much turmoil to churn through
I can't feel my soul
And you will never know
That everyone's on their own
When lies turn into truth
And truth turns into hate
Rose petals turn to dust
And Eve's bitten by the snake
When blood turns into lust
And love just fades away
Can't you see that we've fallen
Building facades from our decay
Grieving for my lost heart
Blackened by the truth
Frozen from my lack of a soul
Hanging from our noose
And you slowly understand
That everyone's on their own
In my darkest hour
I can't feel my soul
Oh, we've fallen
I'm hanging from our noose
Oh, so broken
He said No.In a pulsing crowd we closed our eyes and said, No.He said No.6 years ago in Other More Like This
Like a beating heart we throbbed, Don't go, don't go.
But you did
You left in the night
Just packed your things and didn't leave a note
Just sort of expected we'd know what had happened
We did, and it didn't make it any better
It would only be unfair if we called it unfair
Ten thousand eyes sharing one set of binoculars
Watching from afar and pretending we don't care
We do, I promise
But not for the reasons you think
Of a million stars, you flickered like a flashlight
lost your batteries and died
At least to us you did
Just hid behind a silver-grey cloud
Never once checking behind you to see if we were okay
Somewhere where we can't see you
You're either picking up roses or pushing up daisies
At some point we'll find out
But by then you'll have lost the ability to care what we think
Even though we've been with you this whole time
As the soil under your feet
Lucky to be something to hold you up
Or bring you down
Red.We both ate clouds with open mouthsRed.6 years ago in Other More Like This
Until darkness came and killed us both
The two of us died happy
And without pain
Like flowers wilting in purple pastel fields
We lay like mannequins with white bent joints
Red gathered behind our heads
And the two of us felt nothing
except the stickiness in our hair
and the fact that our pulses had gone
in our fingers and wrists
Together we died
and we felt no pain
glittering, struggling.i.glittering, struggling.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"i am going to make every person
around me as happy as i can,"
i bravely declare.
"you should get a job," you offer,
and i draw a heart on a whiskey
bottle and say that making people
happy is my new job.
"you should get a paying job,"
you clarify, and i fill the whiskey
bottle with glitter and kiss you
until it doesn't matter anymore.
you don't need money if you're
i tell you that i'm going to leave
because even if it hurts now, it will
eventually make you happy, and
you refuse to speak to me for
the rest of the night.
and here i thought i had
all of the answers.
you joke about going to med school
just so you can keep me alive forever.
i joke about doing some nice deeds
so people will write kind things about
me in my obituary.
neither of us think the other
is particularly funny.
you roll over in bed and whisper,
"did you mean what you said, kel?
about making people happy?"
i pretend to be asleep so that
i don't have to tell you that the only
people that i want to
Wrist CutterWrist cutter, sleep sound tonightWrist Cutter8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wrap your wrists in band aids tight
Cover them with bracelets many
Lie to those who ask, if any
Wrist cutter, smile at your addiction
Loving the self infliction
Never regret your healing wounds
And listen to some Gothic tunes
Wrist cutter, act happy on the outside
Even if your screaming on the inside
Just pretend for those who love you most
And be greatful for those who hold you close
Wrist cutter, write a poem long
And cry every time you hear your song
Don't forget to cover scars
And wish so deeply on the stars
Wrist cutter, do not listen to ignorance
Enjoy every moment with your friends
Never encourage others to harm
And protect your loved ones from your arm
Wrist cutter, draw small hearts on white lined paper
Waiting for blood to turn vapor
Washing your sins down the sink
Watching your skin turn to pink
Wrist cutter, hide your weapons, hide them good
And be a good girl, like you should
Never let on that you are sad
It will only make your loved ones
Get Out the BathroomMy hair in braidsGet Out the Bathroom6 years ago in Other More Like This
Waking to the easy 'Get Up N' Go'
Watching my friend 75 minutes
Touching, spraying, combing her hair
...Get out the bathroom!
Time is wasted, I ask,
"What are you doing?"
She's straightening her extensions
I sit in awe; six more minutes pass by
Girl...get out the bathroom!
Another 30 minutes is gone
I creep up her stairs
Watching from my hiding place
Her hair looks fine!
Girl, get out the bathroom!
My mother rolls into the driveway
90 minutes past, she's still in the wash
Touching, probing, straightening her hair
It look God damn fine as I leave
She's still in the bathroom...
Girl, get out the mother fuckin' bathroom!
Katuatagoing out with herKatuata8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
was like World War One, except
it was over by Christmas
Quiet BeautyWhen i kissed the paper skin on the inside of your wristQuiet Beauty6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i marvelled as my lips left a red print
You snatched your wrist away and blushed
"Why would you do that?" you asked
I held onto your bony fingers and whispered
"It's better than being kissed by the blade"
When we danced under the moon
I spun myself into circles to fast i was a dizzying blur of colour
You laughed so hard as i fell into you
And i clung onto your shirt collar and breathed in the musty smell
Concentrating on your happiness
I hadnt heard it in a long time
And in that moment i was afraid.
Afraid that if i let you go
Your laughter might float away
When we were in the library
Passing notes to each other from across the table
Writing quotes from the various books we were reading
Writing little love notes
With hearts and flowers and fireworks wrapped around each others names
You drew me a garden
With wild flowers and birds and beautiful exotic leaves
You said this was the most beautiful garden in the world
And it should ha
Inverse Relationshipjumbled, like puzzlesInverse Relationship6 years ago in Other More Like This
thoughts come and go
like wind and snow
to this day if we met
I'd be stepping on your toes
you never were sunshine
just black and grey
you ate colors away
I think for a moment I saw you happy
but you blinked and told it not to stay
you're too low for my mountaintop
you're too deep for my sand and rocks
at some point we'll see each other again
if we ever did
I never did
smoke, cloud cover
partially sunny, mostly impatient
paint, oil, he never could wait
I hung on his coat
and he pushed me away
later today I'll think of your hair
I'll vaguely remember
then not care
and in this moment I feel nothing but shame
in this moment I feel alright again
AnesthesiaWe're made to healAnesthesia7 years ago in Other More Like This
More so than we're made to break
But some of my organs heal slower than others
I can't stand what you've done to make yourself better
I'm stuck with old bandages and antiseptic
While you fix yourself with donated skin grafts
I want you to bleed out
I hate your morphine
I want you to feel pain
I smell anesthesia
As soon as your skin started to peel
You called up some old donor
So he'd give you his kidney and a part of his lungs
I watched you get better
I hate that you're better
I think I'm doing better too
But not in the same way as you
Some part of me's loving your donor
He was a drinker, a gambler, and a heavy smoker
Now you're losing your lungs and your loaned out kidney
Now you have to heal like I did
Or maybe you won't heal at all
I want you to fail
I'm happy you're falling
I want him to be the death of you
Taste of your mouth on mine.The distant sounds inTaste of your mouth on mine.6 years ago in Other More Like This
r e m e m b e r a n c e
of you. The call.
and your out-of-
tune piano and
Souls and heels.Some people are only comfortable when their foods do not touchSouls and heels.6 years ago in Other More Like This
I'm only safe when our feet stay away
I kick at your shins so you might never come up
I try to tear us apart with forks and knives
But you bite at my ankles with teeth
that I want to file down
I fight you away
And thoughts of you are kept at bay
by the idea that we'll never meet
in the place I want to be
I only feel safe when I'm above where you are
And you can taste the souls of my feet from where you stand
It Tastes Like UnemploymentShe was so sure of herselfIt Tastes Like Unemployment6 years ago in Other More Like This
as if she was the goddess of something
Hey! I'm the queen of stab wounds, love
so put your fist in your mouth and bite until it doesn't hurt
I keep my eye on you when you think I'm looking away
But it's just to keep me safe
I'll be done with my job eventually
at least one of us will turn out okay
It sucks that I work overtime
and I'm not even getting paid
I've got holes in my intestines
and if they weren't so far away I'd probably hide things inside them
And just for the sake of it I'd keep sharp things there
in case I need them for the day ahead
I'm always losing things around me
so don't be surprised if I forget you in the couch cushions
I'm sure it'll be okay
I've never heard of anyone missing you
Could you punch my card for me?
I'm coming in late
If things turn out for the better I'm sure we can be friends
Maybe you can come over and watch movies with me in the dark
I can braid your hair and you can kiss my toes
Or maybe I can kick you in the teeth
unbirthunpretty and cold like all of the othersunbirth6 years ago in Other More Like This
a face that reflects like hate in the water
the dress floats on the surface like litter in summer
carp and old flowers that perfumed the late air
i sucked in my lungs and lived
not breathing, but leaving
wishing for better but giving up easy
a few pounds of metal between all my teeth
i gave up my faith and lived
i made the conscious decision to tell that id go
breathe in the green; vacuum the snow
ten in a handful; four fists in a row
the shapes tasted like chalk and you didnt say no
i bit down on those circles and lived
leaving letters and numbers to read while im gone
pressing half-moon shapes from my nails in my palms
i chewed down regret and breathed in what i want
in the middle of the night and at the end of my thoughts
i kicked over the chair and lived
mouth wash.i.mouth wash.6 years ago in Other More Like This
I thought I might go see you today
but then I realized how stupid that would be
because seeing you would not be seeing you at all
it would be meeting someone else
and I didn't want to have to introduce myself again
or deal with the fact that you don't remember me
Every time I pass by your old city
I get this little spark of happiness
because I assume you go back there every now and then
and feel something other than pissed off at the world
then I get angry because
I wasn't the one who could make you feel that way
You used to ask me why a lot
Why do you feel like that?
Why don't you just leave and do what you want to do?
And I realize now, just a year or so too late
That I never had a real answer
but not because I just didn't know
but because I was afraid that you would not agree with my reasoning
I used to hear nothing but good things about you
You were spit-shined to perfection and gleamed in the sun
Now I hear things I wish I didn't
About how you've become this too-th
The Unspun Spin Cycle.Biting lips. Making them red, for appearance. I leaned over the drain to spit and rinse, but coughed up blood instead. It happened repeatedly. A terrifying cycle. And this is what our self-absorption led us to. But, oh, I love this self-indulgence. My dirty little secret. Malicious grins that promise nothing. But, oh, I love these little vices. So ordinary, yet so extraordinary. Some people just have that aura. They just stand out that little bit more. Theyre the fascinating beings. The ones that the invisible like me could only dream of being; of knowing. The ones we watch, secretly idolising and just maybe lusting a little bit after. While I cough up my blood, what are you doing? Besides being amazing, extraordinary, and all those other flattering and overused adjectives, I mean.The Unspun Spin Cycle.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Darkness, I...Darkness, I...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every night I pick a star in the sky
and persistently follow the path
that leads to it.
But soon I realize:
the star that once lit the way
is now dead,
and has been so for eons...
Tonight I shall choose a new direction,
one with no light
and I will navigate on it,
and witness the birth and death of galaxies
as I go by...
But I won't stop,
I will go on
Oh, Darkness, I...
home is the place
you launch your ships from
The New MeIt's not even a choice anymore.The New Me5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I can no longer remain silent, bursting at the seams with secrets I wish desperately to spill.
I'm not able to sit and listen to you use what I am as an insult.
I can't react angrily with what my family says or what they do when I tell them.
I won't avoid holding hands in public.
I won't cry anymore.
I won't deny anymore.
I won't be angry at you for believing in something I do not.
I won't force you to understand. Learning takes time.
I'll recognize the mistakes I've made, and I'll change.
Now that I've told all of the people that matter to me, your words can't hurt.
Just because you can't accept what I am doesn't mean I can't accept this myself.
I am who I am and there's no changing that.
I'm lesbian, I'm out, and I'm finally in control.
What I feelHate bares many faces, mine is cold and full of anger.What I feel7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jealousy comes to me everyday, its hard to avoid it.
It hurts when you see others put themselves down, but they have nothing for it!
It hurts to feel jealous of your friends and family.
Blood drips as fake hopes are pushed into my mind, and all the lies they teel me all the time that I'm their light, I'm their reason to live, but I know better.
It eats away at me, to feel this everyday since you were born