holding.you are lovely. even when you're notholding.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
which is most of the time.
you don't speak often.
and yet, i hold on like a
suicide jumper hanging on for a saviour
for a sign that maybe things don't have to end like this.
give me a reason not to jump.
you speak softly, rarely
and i swear, i still wear yellow to catch your attention,
i still put a traffic cone on my head
in hopes that you'll divert, stop, take notice of the road.
please don't swerve me aside.
if you could open me up like you open their legs
if you could open your eyes to me
i promise, i could be more.
i could be more than this girl who is standing in front of you
pretending that she wants nothing more than to be your friend
pretending that she wants nothing more than to laugh with you
when really, all she wants is to make you smile.
all i want is to make you smile
and when we are listening to the beatles and smoking ourselves into other worlds, i am holding my tongue, holding my breath,
she lives down the streettheres a girl who lives down the street; she wears bowler hats and plays the drums.she lives down the street5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
my parents sometimes say shes a bit odd, but i think i can see these words something behind her eyes. i think she has meaning, you know?
the boys at school call her ugly. they call me babe, but i think the girl with the bowler hats is pretty in the same way that always remembering the words to your favourite song is pretty. i feel like shes got a purpose here, you know?
i might have longer legs, but shell probably have a longer life. i may be able to make gazes hang on my lips, but she can turn words into beautiful cryptic phrases like i can only ever dream of doing. shes going somewhere, you know?
the day i wore green contacts to school, girls squealed and told me i looked beautiful. i think though, that her plain blue eyes are prettier than mine will ever be. even with her clammy hands and unplucked eyebrows; shes still more than i will ever be, you know?
...Makes the Heart Grow FonderThere's a girl out there that I seldom see,...Makes the Heart Grow Fonder5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Erring somewhat, but caring for me;
I glimpse into her eyes and from time to time
Our impish spirits rise, and she is mine.
She believes in many, excepting herself
Being blessed aplenty, and neglecting help-
Her tender embraces
move my heart in different ways
And render our faces
so close, yet so far away.
There are lips on her that I've ne'er touched-
Th'air that whips past her tongue is much
More blessed than I in this respect-
For its kiss is unrestrained- and yet
Not an inch may it reach above that's not
Gott'n by my soul when her presence is sought;
For as omnipotent the atmosphere may be
More potent is the attraction between her and me.
Words placed here
Will go and she,
Eyes open and true
Will hold them dear
And know that we
Can live without "I love you".
becauseeleven;because5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
remember that night, we were out far too late for our age, and the police drove up. we thought we were so tough until then. our bones shook and rattled beneath our skin and we were fragile little twelve year olds again when they shone their light on us. go home, they told us.
sometimes, i wish i never met you.
sometimes, i wish i still fell asleep in your lounge room
you have golden hair, and you remind me of something that should be hidden away, inside a childrens story book. you remind me of those television shows about princesses. you remind me of poems about girls with skinny fingers and straight teeth.
your eyes are yellow, and in the sun they glow like nothing i've ever seen before.
sometimes i tell myself that you're beautiful for a reason. as if you deserve it, or something.
but sometimes i think i'm just jealous.
seven years ago we were caaloused palms and splintered knees; falling from the monkey bars was our bigges
wooden hearts.he told me that i was the most beautifulwooden hearts.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of all the mannequins in the department store;
he said that he wouldn't mind being stuck
in this hellhole forever, as long as he stood next to me.
and i loved him because
he warmed my immobile heart,
and i loved him for how
he'd never leave my side
if i told him not to.
each day, we'd stand together
under the heated display lights
i didn't care that there were others
more beautiful than me
i didn't care when closing time was arriving,
all that mattered was that he only had eyes for me
and only me
we were seperated
by leagues and leagues of aisles
but upon closing,
he would depart from formal attire
and drag himself all the way to casual wear,
the place i called home.
and i'd hold onto his cold hands
splintered from years of wear-and-tear,
and be glad i could at least
lay claim to one thing in this store.
he'd embrace me in his stiff arms
and whisper to me sweet nothings,
tell me how beautiful i was,
talk about how we'd be together
Life IsI wanna jump headfirstLife Is6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into the ocean
and let the water rush over me,
cleansing me of my
But you stop me,
your hand on my arm,
I can't breathe without
I feel the sand
between my toes
and my heart drops
because I'm torn between you
I wish I could say goodbye
but all I can think about is
how beautiful your eyes
were when you said
the persistence of your memoryi.the persistence of your memory6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your hands are stone cold
and it is hard to tell
if you've been playing dead
or playing me
for a fool.
the glitter in your eyes is gone.
all i see now is regret.
and i try and fight
for something that's
we are struggling
for a cause
best left untouched,
and though i can't bring you back to life
[and believe me, i have tried]
it doesn't stop me from
like a cornered animal.
and i know it's gone and i know it's over,
but i can't find the heart to give this up.
i'm holding on with all my breath.
[if i let go i'll be over too.]
and i know it's gone and i know it's over,
but i can still pretend, can't i?
white-knuckled from clinging
to your visage,
back from when your eyes were alive
and your skin had colour.
it's such a distant memory,
a waking dream, reminiscence.
and i know that if i looked into a mirror,
i would look
just like you.
i don't need help, i'm just fine.
[but you voice in my ears in the
dead of night is giving me the creeps.]
i don't think i
ApocalypseThe world ended in an explosion of color.Apocalypse6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vibrant reds and
crashing with shades of blue
Stars burst in trails
of glittery gold
while the oceans
swept away the lands
in foams of white.
Amid all these
all I could see was you.
House of Good SenseI want crawl insideHouse of Good Sense5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a cleft in your
& live among people
who don't know
under typewritten words
the print mistakes
the white page,
my passion diffused.
In a world of
like the static on
the Hollywood sign,
I could be small
I wouldn't shake
from the lapse
I could be
the future inside
like film screens.
Overyou wake to a translucent morningOver6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a secret on your kiss
lingering like poison.
when yesterday is over
let my heart
Theme Fifty-Seven: SacrificialBecause I Love YouTheme Fifty-Seven: Sacrificial6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tiny piece of metal
rips through me,
slicing through anything
that gets in its way.
Sticky red blossoms
on the front of my shirt
and I fall to the ground
as the pain
You kneel beside me
yelling and cursing,
tears streaming down your face.
"Why did you do that?
Why did you step
in front of me?"
"Because I love you."
miragei.mirage6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am writing into my skin everything that i happen
to like about you because i am afraid to forget
it; the ink is sinking into my fingerprints so that
i cannot find the line where you begin and i end
i think i would like to take you out to the baseball field and
spread out beneath a hurricane so we can let our heartbeats
match the thunder; i created the perfect image of you in my
mind and i am scared it might wash away in the downpour
see, i have this habit of taking needles and shoving them
through my skin to forgive my past sins; i pierced my
tongue for you to see the true hues of my words and every
night i wonder if you will suddenly tell me you are colorblind
maybe one night i can forget that i am afraid of closing
my eyes and we can fall asleep with fingers intertwined;
i have become accustomed to dreading nightmares but waking
up to find you missing would turn my dreams into havens
yet the ink in my pen has run dry and i am finding it hard to
form my words; the
easteri'm in the back of the car, sucking my chlorine hair and watching with sleepy eyes out the window. brown dirt is soon ochre and we are nowhere in particular yet. we are going to the atheton tablelands for easter. i fall into a broken sleep on my sister's warm shoulder and when i wake up we are there.easter5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
it is nighttime and my cousin is only still a baby and she cries from inside the house (which is really only a very large shed). out of the car the air is like freezer air but fresh and crisp like cold water. my eyes become wide at the rolling of the hills around us, the living green they are, the horse paddocks, the shapely trees. there is a loud, insistent buzzing of myriad thumbnail sized insects slamming themselves against us, and walls, towards the light. they scare me and i go inside, under blankets. i am still tired and softly i ease back into sleep on a mattress on the floor.
when i wake up i am the only one awake, even the sun is still sleeping. when i'm the only one awake i like
night butterflyi.night butterfly5 years ago in Other More Like This
there are these girls in her nightmares;
they have cotton candy lips and electric eyes,
and she's falling from their fragile fingers
with nails painted in shades of spilt blood and
she watches the setting sun from her bedroom window
she has nowhere to go now; the night has come
it is raining when her father slaps her; tells her
'you're a fucking disgrace'
her cheeks are red and her bare feet bleeding,
but its dark and you can't see them;
colours have faded
she knocks on her door in the morning,
and her brother answers; lets her in
they don't exchange words
she curls up in her bed with her head under the blanket
and tries to fall back into her dreams;
where the boys have silk skin and glass eyes
but their skin always rips and their eyes always
standing on the corner at midday; her brown hair
frames her face and her blue eyes glow
her cheeks are red not with abuse but with beauty
her legs are long and reflect the midday sunlight
she is a butte
Starry-Eyed Girl: prologueThe fire around us wasStarry-Eyed Girl: prologue5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I didn't mind getting burned,
as long as I was with you.
You taught me what it was like to
open myself up completely,
giving over my body, mind, and soul to someone
who could crush it between their fingers,
but trusting them enough not to
(in the end,
that's where I went wrong)
You called me your starry-eyed girl because
I had my eyes to the midnight sky,
wishing and wishing for everything I could never have.
Let's start at the beginning,
when I first fell in love
with a badbadrebelboy
who had fire in his eyes and lies on his lips.
Let's start at the beginning
of you and me.
Theme Eighty-Eight: PainOn The Corner Of Fifth AvenueTheme Eighty-Eight: Pain6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
here's where you
here's where you
clipped my angel-white wings
and threw me off the roof,
waiting to see my
insides splattered about
(are you happy now?)
What Have We Done?Wind blowsWhat Have We Done?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at a dandelion,
releasing the wisps
of white into the
I skim my fingers over
the edge of a
in the cool
(my tears mixing
with the soil)
So many years
and with it the
land has changed.
The plains of
my fathers has
been swept away for
buildings of concrete
Trees removed to
make room for more
animals forced out of
their blood shed
on the sidewalks and roads.
pains me greatly
and my heart aches for
the tiny creatures with
wide eyes and forgiving souls.
The way of my people
has been abandoned,
nature is no longer reverenced but
What have we done?
Why can we not hear the
cry of the wolves and the
pleas of the flowers?
Why do we continue
to strip away our
When will we stop?
michaeli.michael4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
big hopes, big dreams
and big wishes
all wrapped into
one tiny box,
inside this box are
the contents of
what used to be
a boy named michael.
he was a writer.
he wrote about
became harder and harder
to put onto paper
there were days
when he couldn't even
pick up the pen
he still misses her
but only when he's alone.)
with an addiction
bigger than even his
best intentions and
deep in the gutter
that is now his mind,
he no longer remembers
the nights when
his thighs would press
tightly to hers.
he no longer
morning when he woke up
and she was gone.
he repeats to himself.
"maybe i'll be okay,
maybe i'll be okay"
and as the poisons
are pushed beneath
his skin he breathes
a final sigh of relief.
coughing coloursi used to think alexis was beautiful in every way, back when we went to school. now though, i tell myself that he's beautiful in an artistic sort of way. the sort of artistic that makes you picture everything as a black-and-white photo and the kind of artistic that sparks words somewhere inside you. he calls himself a movie-maker now, but his friends call him alex. i like to call him a story.coughing colours5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
when we were maybe fifteen, alexis told me he wanted to go to the beach. it was cold, dark and raining outside, but i agreed anyway. i walked through the late night light and met him at his front gate. we held hands, shaking and biting our lips. we weren't talking but i don't think we had to. we sat on the beach and i counted the seconds in between the flashes of light from across the bay. he had his arm around my waist and i can't remember what we said, but i remember that we were happy. cold, wet and shaking but in love and happy.
when we went to school he used to tell me about how he had ev
Mine AloneI can talkMine Alone5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if I want to
I speak freely
If I get too
a whisper slips out
That can make me mad
because I want to
stay a child forever
I don't want to give
out my secrets
I will point
or use my signs
My voice remains
pennyfuckthe earth we lived onpennyfuck6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
had two moons.
i keep remembering
our naked mornings
and our naked nights.
we were the
sound of the ocean.
our liquid sex squirm.
all over the carpet,
when you still sang
and when my heart
i use to think
you were from a city
made of stars,
now you sit in the
dark waiting to be
at least i
still have your
to smile at.
13: LoveDreams Come True13: Love6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You grab my hand and say, "Love is a four-lettered word I associate with pain and heartbreak."
"You don't have to be scared," I reply. "I'm never going to leave you."
"Promises, promises. That's what you say now, but who knows what the future will bring."
Pressing a kiss to your honeysuckle lips, I say, "The future will bring happiness and joy. Wedding rings and a honeymoon night. Forever and ever wrapped in your arms."
You chuckle. "We're talking to verse, it makes no sense."
"It makes perfect sense to me."
"How am I so lucky to have you?"
I smile. "You dreamt of me and now, as you can see, dreams really do come true."
With your hands on my waist, you tell me, "You watch too many Disney movies."
"I like to believe in fairytales."
"You're my fairytale," you whisper.
I giggle and lace my fingers with yours. "Sweet talker."
We watch the sun set, our bodies close, the future in our eyes.
09: SunriseYou Stole The Sun09: Sunrise6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of orange and red melt together as the moon slowly descends. The breeze ruffles the curtains, kissing my cheek as it moves past me. I hold my cup of coffee in my hands, my legs folded and my gaze on the outside cherry blossom trees. It's hard to sleep nowadays, so I wake early to watch the sun rise...a brand new day starting.
I lift the mug to my lips and sip the hot liquid, smiling as I think of you. You always had to have a splash of milk and three sugar cubes with your coffee, while I took mine black. You could never understand that...
I remember laying in bed with you, my limbs curled with yours, your fingers trailing down my hips as we whispered of late night secrets and early morning wishes. I'd kiss your five o'clock shadow and press my hand to your chest, the feel of your heart beating under my palm intoxicating me.
"I'll give you the moon and stars," you told me.
"I'd rather have the sun," I whispered. "Because then I