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
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 falllily5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
strings of pearls and breathunderwater they are mermaids. patterns of poolwater-caught sunshine dancing in soft-edged white upon their long legs (tails). red hair like ocean fire and fingers ever reaching for the bubbles, like pearls but from out their mouths. darting up between their fingers.strings of pearls and breath6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
there are places here, beneath here, beneath the sound of their mother yelling at their father and the loud rough of the neighbours dogs bark, where they can breathe. breathe the dead leaves in water whirlpools beneath their feet and breathe the chlorine, leaving eyes red and hair green at the tips. breathe the quiet of their bodies and their imagined underwater world, so colour-dipped and alive.
their eyes are closed tight and they press their heads together, on the pool steps. one holds the others hand and together they love a love that is shimmer on water waves edge, pink casing on sundown clouds and toe nails with pink polish peeling. they love and in the silence of their love (and sound of life
Drunken words, sober thoughtsDrunken words, sober thoughts6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
When you spend a majority of your time thinking about something, well really someone, you start becoming too fixated on it until it eventually takes over and controls the person you are. It's a helpless situation because even when you're trying to remember to forget them, you'll eventually wind up just squandering even more time thinking about them. It probably doesn't help that everything you do and everywhere you go you see little pieces of them anyways. And if you think closure is something that will help you move on, it's rarely ever the case. You can finally salvage and muster up every ounce of confidence or dignity you have left and tell that person exactly what you've held back for eons of time but when you finally tell them, they might not even give you the truth. Sometimes even when they tell you the truth, it may open even more questions until you feel like you're about to collapse from the heaviness of your heart. The taste of truth will leave you crawling b
walking in on you.walking in on you.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stand here,
with tears on my face.
Out of breath,
like I ran a race.
Looking right at you lock lips with her,
how is she anyway?
Is she better at it then I was?
I can't watch you I gotta get away.
I close the door,
And lean against it,
and start crying,
and I don't give a shit.
I can't hold it in,
I Hate you.
But, I love you...
I hate that I love you...
You're probably still with her,
kissing her and holding her tight,
while I'm alone,
crying myself to sleep at night.
I can't do this,
I love you,
Its you I still miss...
I see you're face in the dark,
I hear you're voice in my head.
I miss you so much,
I wish I were dead.
Destination BeautifulIm a long way from anything amazing.Destination Beautiful9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
21 miles to be exact.
No time for calculations,
Im in a hurry.
So how about we pack up our
Necessities and you
Away with me.
Doesnt matter where we go as long
We can take our worries and insecurities and
out the window.
Watch them trail and fade behind us
On that one way road to
Destination beautiful right here in the front seat
Sunkissed shoulders and
My Life In Six WordsI was scared to be different.My Life In Six Words7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Love, The BoyI think I love you.Love, The Boy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I got your letter when it fell from the sky and crashed onto my head and went straight through to my heart. I can still recite every word that you said; it's buried in my soul.
It's you and me now. I can still taste your kiss on my tongue. You tasted like freedom and touched me like rain. It was the kind of rain that you don't ever want to end. I know that your heart hurts sometimes when you see the past, but give me a chance to show you the fireflies.
The Boy Who Stole Your Heart
Please, show me the fireflies under the moon while we fish for stars in the river. You told me once that the only thing we could use for bait was my blue eyes. I want to lay on the floor with you and count our memories on our fingers and toes.
You promised me heaven and kept your word, something no one else knew how to do. I tried to run away but you followed me down the broken pavement and held me when I cried all over your favorite tee shirt.
Let's dance tonight under th
Orange is square.She is sad.Orange is square.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And something else
you can't put your finger on.
doesn't stop you
and over again.
your way around her.
But she won't let
you in. Not yet.
It could be worse.You wonder,It could be worse.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
does everyone just have one of those moments
sometime in their life?
One moment where
the pot on the stove is boiling over
the wallpaper is peeling away
and the power has gone out?
You dont know which problem to fix first, still,
you have bigger fish to fry,
but the oil has gone missing, too!
you knew how to find before.
But its not so bad
just sitting therewaiting
for the walls to come down.
It could be worse.
Days Inni.Days Inn6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she stared deep
(as if whispering
into a tortured-
mass of paper,
the light would
touch its guts
I pulled the
from a fresh
she rolls joints
with pages from
with my home-made
before we leave
like my chapbooks,
have a way
of getting her
truth is, she
would roll joints
with my poems
if the paper
to let them go
to be a better-
to find me,
I don't want
to be found,
I hold on
songs of the skooma addictsweet little slaughterfish, crazy with the hist,songs of the skooma addict5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
swaying and swerving and gnawing and gnashingand what sharp little teeth you enlist!
a bloody mess is the poor muddy mud crab,
sweet little slaughterfish, eating whatever you grab.
bowmen, bandits, Bosmer, Bretons, begging for a chance,
but sweet little slaughterfish hasnt a glance.
sweet little slaughterfish, the Rumare is your home,
the rock is your bed and the beach is your loam.
sweet little slaughterfish, my words do you hear?
sweet little slaughterfish, youve got a fin on your rear.
the scales you wear stink quite the fume-ah,
sweet little slaughterfish, I really want some skooma.
My 'thimble'I can see a little Peter Pan,My 'thimble'7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In his light blue eyes.
Faults and insecurities,
Covered in his lies.
He smirks and looks over,
"Oh, the cleverness of me!"
I roll my eyes and shake my head,
If he could only see.
That childish look,
And proud boasting face,
Makes me wonder,
Why it's him I chase.
He won't grow up,
He'll disinherit age's claim.
It doesn't matter if he gets older.
At heart he'll be just the same.
I don't know why,
But I feel I have to fight back.
Because if I didn't,
There would be something I lack.
He doesn't realise,
That his words just might
Pierce my heart,
Even if it's so simple a fight.
It's that childish way,
To love without feeling.
To live without growing up.
Peter Pan is a boy's way of healing.
Even if he'll never know.
My 'thimble' will always be his,
My childhood sweet heart, Peter Pan
Can have my imaginary kiss.
Acid and WineMemories taste like acid and wineAcid and Wine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His fingertips are a match,
Swiftly igniting a fire,
One smooth trek down my spine.
Memories feel like silk and swords
My body blazes, responds,
Dissolves; I become his in an
Instant, a lightning flash.
Memories smell like cinnamon and gasoline
He maps me with his mouth,
Traverse places no one else has seen,
Claims me as his own.
Memories look like corpses and angels
I search for his hand in the dark,
Come up empty, stay empty, until
The shell falls apart.
Memories sound like screams and laughter
You pick up the pieces, hold them till
They warm, become human again, and theyre
Finally ready to become who I should have
To a twin sisterDear girl,To a twin sister5 years ago in Letters More Like This
It took me twenty-two years and a hundred crumpled-up cast-away beginnings of letters to finally write something coherent to you.
I wanted to tell you that I have been in your life from the day you were born, as you have been in mine, and that I do hear your whispers at night when you beg me to reply but, like you, I am trapped on the wrong side of the mirror. I want you to know that I look like you and we have the same eyes of veiled wistfulness and reined-in hope. When you were thirteen and you wondered why your eyes changed from stormy grey to chocolate brown, I wanted to reach out and tell you that you were simply binding your heart tighter to mine and that we were becoming who we were meant to be to each other. We are twins of the same soul and we share the same hesitant smile and lopsided chin.
Dear girl, I see you in your oversized jumper that covers your slender wrists and too-thin body, and your pyjama trousers that hide the two layers of tights you wear t
hp: znam tego psa. Mimo, że dygotał z zimna, zmusił się do wytrzepania pościeli zalegającej na fotelu. Kurzu było tyle, że ciemny pokój spowiła gęsta mgiełka brudu. Odkaszlnął kilka razy, po czym wygodnie usadowił się w rogu połamanej pryczy, która od wielu lat stała pod równie zaniedbanym oknem. Naciągnął przydługi rękaw szaty na swoją pięść i przetarł nim brudną szybę. Efekt nie był może olśniewający, ale mógł chociaż dojrzeć Hogwart i światła słabo tlące się w zamkowych komnatach. Pięknie wybijały się na tle bezchmurnego, nocnego nieba. Pewnie mógłby w nieskończoność wpatrywać się w ten jakże majestatyczny widok, gdyby nie wstrząsnął nim kolejny dreszcz zimna. Szybhp: znam tego psa.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
black sparrow, white hawkI was a black sparrow;black sparrow, white hawk5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
dying star in a birdcage,
your Xibalba exploding.
With amber eyes,
You were a white hawk;
Hungry and hurting.
No, just praying
for a sturdy branch to hold onto.
Two hearts, two human bodies;
Three years overdue, three years in the making.
A friendship so rare like a black sparrow or a white hawk.
Surely people like he did not exist.
An oxymoronic impossibility,
Some paradoxical equation;
He and she.
Friends and friends no more;
notes to self4:58AM 02/04/09notes to self6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her tongue was
a pink poison placebo
crosses look just
as silly to me!
the sun is
trying to kill me
I would rather starve
than suck Hallmark's
dick for cheeseburgers.
just quit writing
asshole; you suck.
the campus security
guard looks like walt
sweat yourself old.
stepping on fairies'
tails 'til the
how do you
sunday thoughtsyou are glowbraceletssunday thoughts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and fireflies and oatmeal raisin cookies.
you are thunderstorms
and comic books and afternoons on the bleachers.
you are constellations
and crinkled denim and nights spent on the park bridge.
you are the best thing
i could ever hope for and i love you more than should be allowed.
isolation.isolation.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beyond the high walls
of a barricaded world,
their unfamiliar faces
watched me breathe.
Reaching out again
against my fears within,
but this voice wilted soft
then chose not to speak.
By: Luana Lani
last bus to jerseythe buslast bus to jersey6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a flock
of luxury sedans
in its shadow
as my run
into their distance
its expensive smoke
into the vulnerability
her forehead at me
with her eyes
walking her son
like a seeing-
I laid down
with my back-pack
for a pillow
the swish and
growl of traffic
when a tiny-
came hobbling past
through the bars
of a shopping-
crack on the
his face was
to the sky
and the moons
mouth had rounded
as if hungry
sharks don't sleep.the world went as quietsharks don't sleep.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as a self-
I can hear;
the gravel dancing in my neighbors' sinuses
as they snore like bears who've shied into the dark,
only to feed a cave's need to breed echo,
the bums raspy mumbled bickering as they strut by dropping bottles
that either break or clink into the cluttered gutters,
or the train that passes promptly at 1:27AM every night.
it looks like rain,
and sounds like nothing
the muted rumble
from sewing kits
for their chance
I can almost hear
the subtle expanse
of my generous ribcage
as it budges to free
the bloating of
A Poem For Billy MaysMy love for you is like Mighty PuttyA Poem For Billy Mays6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strong and water resistant
A tear rolls down my cheek
Glistening like a toilet
Recently bathed in the stain-fighting power of OxiClean
Cant you see, my little Simoniz?
Not even a Zorbeez could soak up all my love for you
I need you like a dusty hallway needs a Swiffer
Like an over-accessorized freak needs a Bedazzler
Darlin, youre my Ding King
Somehow, I cant rid myself of you
CLR is no match for our love
I wont fight it any longer
I long to caress you with my Gopher
You know my number
Pick up the FoneFree, call me.