Lovely knees, scraped elbowsshe wishes she has lovely knees, instead she has a lovely
way to see the world. she doesn't believe in umbrellas, only
the stars in the midnight sky and the raindrops running down
her neck, arms, legs, spine.
she knows things that most will find useless: there are more
stars in outer space than there are grains of sand on earth. dogs
have over three hundred facial expressions, mostly made with
their ears. the average person will spend two weeks waiting
for the traffic lights to change in their lifetime.
she wonders: what if stars are just dead pixels in the sky? what
if they are specks with worlds living in them? that would mean
that we are just a speck to someone who thinks they are alone
in the universe.
she does not get along with logic. logic is not wisdom, creativity
is. she wakes up in the middle of the night and scribbles her
thoughts on post it notes: through the forest, down to your bones.
the air sleeps under people's beds. when we get there, we'll
be lost again: send me a po
reminders i carry in my hand:dear me,reminders i carry in my hand:7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you do not have a terrible heart. you do not
have sad eyes and love is not a war you need
to win. sometimes i feel like disappearing, but
we are never really alone.
every now and then, you can close your eyes
and still find your way. remember to breathe
because you did not sink a paper boat and you
are not floating underwater. you already know
the answer to the question you are looking for.
remember the small things, like the writing in
the borders of pages. see the things that
everyone else misses. listen to your thoughts
and then lose yourself.
laugh until it makes you cry. see things you've
never seen in people before. stop worrying about
your hair and call him just to say i miss you.
do something different and you will be surprised.
let yourself enjoy the sunrise. try and say toy-
boats ten times in a row without tangling it up.
have silly conversations about cows eating grass
off your bed in your room.
you are never r
look at the clouds todaywhen i met you, i stopped writing. i also stopped waking up to a face full of post it notes saying things like its bad luck to see the woman before the driving test, or my house smells like apple cider and bluebottles have eyes, or i've got static in my arms. i stopped feeling sorry and i stopped falling down the stairs. i noticed the stars at night could have a story and you could have taken the ocean and put it in your eyes. i also stopped writing.look at the clouds today7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
when i met you, i stopped trying to be a nice person and just was. when i met you, i discovered post it notes and then i couldn't use them. i realised my house was not just a picture of a house and that your silence is so loud and my loud is so quiet. when i met you, i stopped writing and i cut star shapes into my blanket because i couldn't reach the sky, even with a ladder.
when i met you, i traced the map of your bones and filled my hands with yours because i stopped writing. i also stopped walking backwards because i noticed that i coul
5 postcards from nowhere:postcard 1:5 postcards from nowhere:7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
somewhere between here and
there i realised: good things don't
happen because of 52. they happen
because we let them.
and baby i'm afraid of a lot of things.
like the way your fingers read my skin like
braille in the dark. and i may not have any more
secrets left that way.
but you still like to explore every corner of
i have a drawer full of foxgloves and a
sandpit of forget-me-nots. i
love your stretching tree-branch arms.
you are magic, you are magic, i say. and i am
lost in the ocean of your eyes.
cupboardand last night i felt like the weight of paper andcupboard7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
then i felt like i would sink into everything i touch.
and yesterday i thought that maybe a bottle of
red wine and 3am and then too many post it notes
and staring at the ceiling from the tiles in the
kitchen would make the tiger hiding in the cupboard
go away. and if you could line up miles of mountains,
that's how far away i felt from myself. even though,
i could see me in the mirror and i could hear me
saying stop it stop it stop it. you are not here any
more. you are not there any more, and suddenly
i was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the living
room. watching the television but it was off. and i
did not exist. and my house did not exist and my button
collection did not exist and you and this and that did
not exist. rarely does the rabbit outrun the fox, but
i close my eyes and try anyway.
last night i felt like the weight of paper and then i
felt like i would sink into everything i touch. somehow
antennaes and rooftiles, fox
and when the music stops. one.and when the music stops.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i tried to dance on the breath of time with you, but
i only ended up tripping.
i would've let you be the rocket if i would've been space.
[space is black, lonely, empty.
rockets are hopeful, beautiful. rockets are goingsomewhere.]
this is the shadow of a memory, the breath of a chance.
we could've spent the rainy days chasing the dreams in your heart.
and maybe, if we had more time, we could've looked into ourselves and thought of ourselves as a garden.
maybe then we would've realized that the weeds are there for a reason.
maybe then you would've believed me when i called you beautiful.
we put veils over the parts of ourselves we wanted to hide.
you breathed waterfalls and holes and explosions.
[as much as you loved beautiful things, you were best at destruction.]
i found comfort in your shadow, but your shadows never were very forgiving. i only managed to get lost, without a co
roadsigns.i.roadsigns.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have searched maps, road signs,
songs, hearts. i have opened my eyes
and my hands to the rain, fairytales
singing in my ears. i have closed my eyes
and let my nightmares and demons
find me, i have
screamed on the insides, heart
barely beating. i have dreamed
of my own destruction, whispered
into the silence, prayed for the answer -
could i ask you for one last favor?
when you're sad, remember the way
i would hug you. when you're laughing,
remember that my laughter doesn't sound
the same without yours. when you're lonely,
remember that i tried to fill your empty spaces. remember
that i'd fall for you if it saved you from the
scratches, remember the color of my eyes,
remember the sound of my breathing. remember
the good and the bad, remember the secrets
and the inside jokes and the songs we listened to.
remember all the things we understood
without ever saying, remember
that i love you.
i have forgotten how to fall asleep
without the pitter-patter o
things worth remembering.we could sing soft lullabies under the stars,things worth remembering.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
songs about happiness and dreams
and a perfection that's flawed, a perfection
a perfection that's you.
we'd go to the park, maybe,
just to watch the wind kiss the flowers,
and you'd name all of them.
'just because they're lonely',
you'd say. 'just because
they need love too.'
you need love, too.
if your heart was a color,
it'd be bright, beautiful, and
crayola would be jealous.
you deserve dreams and hope,
a happy ending and a fairytale
worth believing in. you deserve
happy days, smiles. you deserve
a penguin named stuart and chocolate,
a comet and anything and everything else
you've ever wanted.
you deserve happiness.
the world will never lose its beauty
as long as you're in it.
closer1.closer7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she kept the christmas tree
up well past march and its a
broken and sad
the words, no one understood.
but the silence.
and i hum in this
empty house and
echoes. the phone
keeps ringing and i
say. i say:
and you say:
don't. just --
but here i am and
there. there you are.
your face as delicate
as your tears today. and
i touch you as if
you're a paper boat,
about to float away. and i
around your thoughts,
afraid i'll wake
my clothes smell like
you. my skin
smells like you. and
there is a dead tiger
in my bed. we're
an electrical storm
exploding in the sky and
i don't think i've
ever loved you more.
introduction.one.introduction.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to pick up the fallen leaves
from the branches of my heart; dust off
my cloudy dreams and find hope again,
hidden under closed eyelids and
i want to smile.
sometimes i think that happiness
is hiding from me.
[it's afraid that i'll taint it.]
when i look at my icon,
i see a giraffe.
i have problems believing
in people - their hearts are too
darkened by apathy and pain; like
storm clouds waiting to drown the world
and strike us all down with lightning,
one by one,
i have problems believing
[sometimes i wonder if the two are connected.]
sometimes i am hopeful. sometimes
the clouds are a land of untold fairy tales,
and i close my eyes just to hear my heart
some days, i can look in the mirror and see the best of me;
i can stand the silence and it's not lonely because
living is enough,
but sometimes i'm just hopeless.
i am silence. i am quiet words and
unspoken thoughts. my heart's voice
is hidden by
lemon cakethis house isn't made out oflemon cake7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a mess. this house is
made out of:
a sinking bathroom floor
because she sighs and i
lose count. shower curtains
you need to water and rust
that doesn't wash out
of the tiles.
it is made out of:
a telephone made for hanging
up because she doesn't
want to talk to her sister.
and mirrors to remind you
you are a beautiful
it is made out of:
sorry notes and scribbles and
a windy day. it sits next to
the other houses made of
secrets and sorrow and stories
and rooftops and bathroom
it is made out of:
kitchen tiles, too. they are
black and white and white and
an under the bed, where we used
to kiss and dust and more dust
that keeps coming back
when you clean it.
it is made out of:
coffee stains and peeling wallpaper
and a cracking ceiling where i
hang my stars.
it is made out of:
why did you forget to call your
why did you forget to hang the
it is made
dear self,1.dear self,7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tomorrow is not worth waiting for.
sure, there will be sunshine (with
a slight chance of rain) and sure,
some kid will be smiling, and yes,
life is still
but it's not like anyone cares.
you just want someone to love you,
misery and tears and all. maybe you
could spend saturdays curled up
under the covers, memorizing
the patterns of breathing. maybe
you could count the seconds but
the problem is that there would never
be enough, the problem is that
there's nothing there to love.
no one is listening.
i'd write you a letter, but
you'd never read it. i'm stuck
screaming into my own heart,
wondering if anything is in there
anymore, wondering if
this is even worth it.
wake up, self.
you want to force fingers
down your throat just to cause
self-destruction, you want
to suffocate yourself (it's
easier than breathing), you want
to sleep and never wake up, you
want to find your dreams and destroy
every one of them.
you want to die.
how to:being scared isn't at all like being nervous. it is opening the refrigerator door at three am, closing it. falling asleep and not realising you have woken up. wanting to disappear completely, and realise you could probably do it if you tried hard enough; making yourself stuck in your own mind. it is realising you could tell all your secrets to every soul in the world, and in the end it is still only you, sitting in that room and waiting. alone.how to:6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything becomes insignificant. any feelings you may have felt before. you don't even remember anymore why you were sprawled on the kitchen floor that night, drunk and crying. mumbling something about capsicum-monsters and sitting in the middle of the road and a car is coming. you probably haven't eaten for days, but in your mind it is still that moment and it keeps playing like a scratched cd.
you stop regretting that time you contemplated not braking, your attention slipping to the cracking red nail polish on your fingers.
it is like being s
wanderlust.00. she was afraid if she held him for too long, shed lose this feeling the rise and collapse of weak lungs, butterflies numbing her brain and tricking her vowels into slurs, hearts flooding and spilling over into messy red and white pools of affection.wanderlust.7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
01. shes all eyelashes, splintered bones and eager dreams, while hes just newspaper print, rough lips and hopelessness. they met in the turbulent center of a hurricane, swept up in disaster and lost in the redorange flames of another blazing skyline.
02. forever was seven letters too many, three syllables too close to smothering him. words didnt matter to her anyway, shed much rather have his fingers rack her ribcage in the rhythm of could-be verbs and his cumulus eyes lock her into a cloudy state of moving and being, of acting and re-acting, of loving and being loved.
forever was whispered between inches of flesh and heat, between bedsheets and silk.
03. he hates even numbers and speaks in ru
ocean burning.one.ocean burning.7 years ago in Other More Like This
before she met you, she would reach for the sun while standing on the branches of trees, arms stretched towards the sunlight, reaching and waiting.
now, happiness is like a summer memory in the dead of winter - still there, but fading too fast to hold onto. now, she sits on rooftops with you at night, and the two of you watch as the city lights go out one by one.
sometimes, when you laughed, she was reminded of the wind rushing through trees in winter - melodic and beautiful, but still cold, unforgiving.
the two of you watched the waves of the ocean take away the beach, piece by piece.
you were the waves.
she was the sand.
you'd stay up late and watch re-runs of old movies on tv, all the while wishing you had a road map to hope, because
maybe then you wouldn't feel so lost. you looked at the stars and saw happiness and wondered why you couldn't be up there, and all the time
you were missing the present.
she wished she was a volcano, and maybe then she'd explode a
not what you wantedi wanted to tell you aboutnot what you wanted7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yesterday. and how i saw
a shooting star and a face
on the moon that reminds
me of my grandfather.
i wanted to tell you how
i fell on the grass at
sunset and it was poetically
beautiful. but you'd
only tell me that i was
beautiful and then let the wind
blow away what my eyes see.
i wish you loved looking
up at the fragments of
rocks scattered across
the sky. or loved to watch the
clouds go past for twelve hours
straight, but you'd get
bored after two.
i wish i had asked you
what your favourite number
is and what colour your
toothbrush was. my number
is 52. and now you can think
of me every time you see it.
i guess i was always selfish.
i wish you'd listen to
the wind as it growls
my name and moves my house.
i wish we'd fit together
like jam and peanut butter
but we match as much
as my socks do at the moment.
one's green, the other's
a stripy rainbow.
things that matter.1things that matter.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
even on the gray days, your eyes flicker dimly with hope. there is still a comet in the night sky, somewhere, singing your dreams and hopes for you.
even in the darkest silence, your heart is still beating, softly, musically. you just have to listen. you just have to hope.
you haven't lost yet.
sometimes, life feels like a horrible play, and everyone is outperforming you. sometimes, you lose yourself in the characters you play. you forget your lines. you trip. you screw up.
but it's not over yet. there's always a chance for a happier tomorrow.
but more than that - there's still the rest of today to be lived.
it's not too late.
somewhere, there is someone that understands. there is someone who only wants to brighten your day and paint your sky rainbow. there is someone who would let you stand on their shoulders if it meant helping you reach your dreams.
somewhere, there is someone who only wants to make you happy.
you just have to find them.
even if happiness has been put to the
make me stopsomething about nothing:make me stop7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you know, the real tree branches just
don't strectch as far as your arms.
you know, one day i'll be able to get
that cow into my bedroom, up the stairs
with a trail of grass and cupcakes, and he'll
eat grass off my pink bedsheets and i'll
take some awesome photos.
i like to write footones because nobody reads them:
i love you. i love you like nothing i've ever loved before.
i love you forever and i won't be able to tell
you that anytime soon.
i love you i lvoe you i love you.
my cats are sleepiong on thecouch. and i am
writing away words fro my heart. and no way
des ,my head have anythig to do with this. becaseu
as you say, we should defy logic.
logic is insignificant.
is an even number.
i shall evn this on seven. because seven is un
even, and uneven number are pefect in everyway.
and your flaws define you no matter what they are
and no one can be perfect so why why wastwe your
time trying? there is a wolf at t
don't bend too far.keep breathing,don't bend too far.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they tell you, but
you are tracing your self-inflicted scars,
lit up by moonlight. you are dancing recklessly,
eyes closed, waiting to collide with something, anything. you are
closed ears, icy blood, darkened dreams,
almost-broken lungs, and they say
keep breathing, keep
you have no time to listen
to things you don't understand.
horror stories seem much brighter at night,
and hope fades in comparison. see, you have
glass running through your veins, waiting
to pierce your heart, running faster and faster
until they collide with your lungs, and
you can't breathe.
you are killing yourself, slowly,
with too-much-depression and
you look to memories for comfort,
thinking you might find hope
in them, but
you can't remember things
that never existed.
twelve hours green.he calls me and tells metwelve hours green.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that his toothbrush
is an ocean green like
his fading bedroom
walls. and i call and
think that i dont have
a favourite number. but
i dont even know what
we should spend twelve
hours watching the
clouds fly past
and twelve staring at
the fragments of shining
rocks plastered across
the sky, until we leave
a dent in the grass
in the shape of
the different type of
world we live in.
i paint my hands in
speechless patterns because
colours always spoke better
memories.my mind replaysmemories.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
memories of us
each night, and
i am lost, lost
in the shadows of
your eyes, the curve
of your almost-smiles,
the lullabies in your
voice, the sound of
don't wake me up
i told you that
i would change, that
i'd paint the sky violet
for you, that i would
miss you, and i could
catch you a rainbow,
or a heart beat,
or star, or a smile,
or whatever you want,
but 'whatever you want'
was not me, and
i was never enough
to make you stay.
all i ever wanted
was for you to say
'i love you',
but i guess
are better left unsaid.
breathing.tonight you are alone, silence keeping your heart company. you try to breathe but there's no air, there's no air, there's nobreathing.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
one to love you.
you close your eyes and pretend life is a fairytale and the prince just saved the princess and the dragon's been slayed and everything's okay now, everything's okay. and everyone is smiling and happy music is playing in the background and there's only going to be sunny days. everyone is saying, here's your happy ever after, it's all yours now. everyone is happy -
well, except for you, because right now you're pretending you don't exist.
you compare hearts to fingerprints; no two are alike.
except yours was imprinted on a piece of paper. yours was on a piece of paper and it was raining yesterday and you left it outside and now it's all ruined.
but it doesn't matter anyway, because it's not like anyone wanted it in the first place.
tonight you are alone and panicking and your heart's racing and you're shaking.
he told you that some days, the su
watching you spin.you're a disco dancing, drama queen with dirty hair and the permanent smell of stale cigarettes. but god, are you beautiful, twisting and dancing under circular lights,watching you spin.7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
and vomiting when you're done.(acid does some crazy shit)
your hair was once blonde and beautiful like your eyes, but now it's laying in clumps almost everywhere, because you fucking pull out a strand whenever i'm around, i don't know why i do that to you.
but i never really ever offer to leave, either.
there's that one song that i always hear you listening to, it's the same old shit about love and loss and never being able to forget that special someone, i use to get mad at you for giving in to such conforming types of art.
but now i just let you go, because last time i actually made you cry.
"would you rather fly, or read minds?" i told you i'd rather read minds, and know what everyone thinks, because you can fly on a plane anyday, but no one ever thinks the same.
falling sickness.one.falling sickness.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
he reminded you of comets colliding and holding your breath underwater and bedtime stories. he was your rainbow, your sunny sky, your ledge to hold onto and the song you fell asleep listening to each night.
you couldn't get him out of your head.
you didn't even want to.
there was no choice, no other option. there was nothing - nothing but him and the promises in his eyes and the whispers from his lips.
there was nothing but falling.
he made you smile, made you laugh, made you want to live again. the two of you would go to the park just to watch the shadows chase each other on the ground. he'd hold your hand and tell you pretty words, and you believed every one of them.
his breath was like autumn wind, soft and sweet, and he was the only thing that would chase your nightmares away.
you didn't realize that he was the nightmare.
he was the water and salty tears. he was the waves, pulling you under, begging you to surrender. he was the sweet breeze hiding the terror
12 : fuck"let's forget for a moment that love doesn't exist and rainbows don't last forever," he whispered, running his hand along the curve of her waist. she choked down a,"but i can't," and pulled him close to her. it's hard for her to remember that his heart doesn't beat for love when he kisses her collarbone and the smell of rainwater makes her dizzy.12 : fuck7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"i want you, ohgodiwantyou." and she couldn't help but hope that maybe he wanted her for more than one reason.
he called it
"fucking" and she whispered,