Kiss From A RoseYesterday, I was walking down a crowded street until I found this girl standing on the corner with dark red hair. She told me her name was Rose and one day she wanted to be on Broadway. I told her I was a writer and had a dream of being published but my words weren't nearly pretty enough. They were nothing compared to her bright blue eyes that were striking enough to burn out all the stars in the sky. I had a tendency to fall short of breath but she knocked the wind out of me for an entirely different reason.Kiss From A Rose5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Later that week, we went on our first date to this small Italian restaurant where everyone had thick accents and we felt a little out of place. It didn't really matter at that point though because I was only trying to understand the strings of words she was projecting from her speaker box. I learned that she was adopted from an orphanage when she was 8 and graduated from high school when she was 16 where she finished at the top of her class. She went to a college for the performin
Out of ControlIt's 6:46 and thirty-one seconds when the doorbell rings. My mom runs to answer it.Out of Control8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hi, Michelle!" I hear my mom call. It's my sister. She left her college friends to have dinner with us tonight.
I have four minutes before I can go out and greet her. I can only walk through doors when the number of minutes is divisible by five. 6:46 and fifty-nine seconds. Not happening.
It's the killer of what could be an okay life. I'm late for class all the time when I'm at school. A teacher will let me out at 1:50 exactly. I walk through the hallways in a straight line, starting with my right foot, ending with my left. I reach the door, but it's too late: 1:56. I lurk outside for four minutes before I can walk in. Late again.
Or I'll have a doctor's appointment. Do you have any idea of how many doors there are in a doctor's office? It takes me tw
SearchingAlone in the darknessSearching5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In front of a mirror
With nothing but silence
Searching for love
Sometimes it is like a candle
You light it,
But it can be blown out
Sometimes it is like a death
When it eventually passes away
Sitting there alone
Searching for love
UntiltedListen close,Untilted5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you hear it?
That faint sound,
Of shattering glass.
It's breaking apart,
It might just be my heart.
Get the tape,
Grab the glue.
We can fix this,
Maybe, just maybe.
Take a deep breathe,
Get it under control.
It's not the end,
Get it together.
The dawn is coming,
A new day is here.
Hold your breathe,
And take a flying leap.
nothing more.the sun is fading outnothing more.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispers turn the day
and she runs
let's not stop
let's not stop
through your mind
an autumn poem.now, i am writing about your handsan autumn poem.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and how they are warm, like melted chocolate
i am writing about how it is silent
and i get butterflies when you look at me,
i feel nervous
i feel almostbeautiful
and almost wanted
and i want you
i want you
i am writing about how i can't stop thinking about you
and i see your face in the clouds and the cracks
in the pavements spell out your name and there is dirt
between my nails and it makes no sense but i wish it was you,
i wish all of it was you
and i am writing about your hands
but i'm still not writing about you
i'm writing about how i wish it was autumn
with red and gold leaves tumbling down and the scent of spice
lingering in the air or maybe winter so the snow can coat everything
and erase the world in white, all white
and i'll have a reason to feel this romantic
and i want you told me
and i'm writing about your hands
but i'm still not writing about you.
Heart's SongSing me your heart's song,Heart's Song6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
each syllable spilling your
blood, your viscous and loving blood.
Sing me your heart's song
to tell me how love works
and where we got it wrong.
Reach out with bleeding emotion;
each thrilling spill, each
cut deep from your
the world's smallest ocean.
Render words useless,
pierced by putrid fluids;
a fruitless, mad song spewing
as I weep for a meaningless scene
drawn from your heart's juices.
Sing me your heart's song
to tell me I'm not dreaming,
and I'll song along
with my own blood streaming;
our faces grown pale, our struggles to no avail,
all to see where we got it wrong.
The Ana EnigmaShe's a shot of vodka slipped into your black coffee,The Ana Enigma6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lazy-eyed lioness with a crackling disposition sparked,
By a kamikaze lover's desire,
That burns like fire:
Hungry nude flames raising their arms in mindless ecstasy.
An overflowing glass of champagne,
Sizzling distortedly through your veins,
Whistling like a zooming yellow Porsche,
Bubbles frying before they reach the heavens,
She's irregular fireworks,
From whom Patience flees,
An Italian name caressed by luscious red lips,
Death by tango,
Which she will dance two beats ahead.
Polite words, a rehearsed nod, green tea with honey,
Eyes dark as blood rubies,
Labyrinthine secrets uncoiling their anaconda muscles,
She's a time bomb,
A veiled threat
An inadvertent Delilah with a curtain of silken mahogany hair,
And when she opens her mouth
Oh, where is the exit of Hope?
Friends?Cold bloodedFriends?7 years ago in Other More Like This
Skinned my very flesh
In despite of my innocence
Implored to me that all I ever was
Had everything to do with you
Colored me to suit your mood
Wore my like a bracelet
The sweet danish of petulance
Coinciding with sugar filled reverence
everyone knows what's behind that smile<i>
we linger in places we're not supposed toI'd like to get underneath your skin the way you got under mine andwe linger in places we're not supposed to3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
leave a whisper inside of your head that gets louder the longer you're
quiet. I wish I could leave a puddle, nestled in the valleys of your
chest cavity, that you feel when you breathe, and you choke on a little
bit each time you add to it yourself.
I want to be the alcohol on your lips, so I could slip down your throat
and nestle on the edge of your collarbone.
I'd listen to the irregular hum of your heartbeat and maybe knit
patterns from your veins. I've watched you drink the burning liquid,
and I've seen your face wince
at the sting as its forced down into your body.
it leaves your veins tangled and its a pattern I don't know how to unwind.
sometimes when I'm home alone I try to get you out,
I get into the shower and wash you off of me. your sweat and
semen and saliva slowly crawling down my legs to circle away between my feet.
but even when I scrub my skin until it's red I can still feel you
when I get into bed alo
offerings of a ghostand there was a vague veracityofferings of a ghost4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the whisper of your touch
that faded like feathers of frost
before the fevered kiss
of my breath.
winter settled slowly
down the curling knots of my spine
the same path
where your lips once burned
like candles in the night,
shadows tossed high
as autumn leaves riding reckless
on the wind.
at times i feel
this cup of bones
will crumble, blood and ash
and only that
and heavy hearts too full to bear
will break against the cool,
upturned cheek of earth
bare of greenery
but veiled in sinking snow.
your every echo is a curse
limned in regret
and the sting of dark hair whipping
in my brimming eyes
carries the coldest winds
across whitewashed memory,
the bite of ice built
upon a wasteland.
even a shiver cannot shake
the ringing feeling
that your absence speaks
a greater truth
that you were never here
StuckI will sit here waiting patientlyStuck6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until you finally realize
That I am not going anywhere.
the elephant in my bed.oblivious to the constraints of time,the elephant in my bed.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
january snowflakes wooed the wind with their waltz:
one two-three, one two-three.
still naive, our footsteps
were not afraid to disturb
our glittering white universe.
wordlessly, questions were asked and answered
so quickly that we soon became
both the matador and the bull.
my door was painted red,
and we tangoed against Time itself,
a euphoric cacophony of beautiful maybes.
shoes toppled like domino tiles.
neighbors awoke with bleeding hearts.
keys lay abandoned in the door.
- i'm leaving in july.
- tell me in june.
Mirrors for Miracles.Lovely little masquerade...Mirrors for Miracles.6 years ago in Other More Like This
double-dipped in ivory,
that has been sugar-coated with
diamond bright icing and non-pareils.
Oh, how it sparkles,
with thousands of glass-eyes upon it
and hands reaching for one touch of every surface
for the travesty of miracle's sake and sake of travestical mirrors.
its so sour, so... mmm.
Sweet when it hangs from your lips,
yet bitter as it falls from them and into mine.
Tell me... will you ever tell the truth?
make me blue foreverwe had sex between empty boxes on the floormake me blue forever3 years ago in Letters More Like This
and the scent of vanilla and dragon's blood incense
made everything seem more vacant than it had to be.
the room was cool but too warm beneath his skin,
between his and mine. the ashtray was half-full,
i noticed, as we moved across the floor,
and the smell of summer dying
was coasting through an open window. i became
infatuated with the knowledge that fall was coming.
soon it would be cold. i could smoke,stare at the sky
and maybe i'd stop purging. maybe
i'd commit to health, stop cutting and anxiety.
maybe i would change.
or maybe i'd keep promising myself that until next fall.
all the while, i am changing, just not in ways i want.
i corrode internally. i turn so blue that i begin to
fade into the sky.
he grabs my hips and moves me, tipping me up
and steadying me to ride him, the phosphorescence
of the quiet bright room seemingly ingested by me.
A girl called MorphineShe's twitching in the cornerA girl called Morphine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coming down from her buzz.
There's a prescription bottle in her hand
I can see her mind turning wheels for once.
I know she doesn't want to do it
But the burn is all she craves.
She never wanted to be a looser,
Somehow it's all she became.
Her eyes whip back and forth
To see who would notice her leave.
She takes a breath, get's to her feet.
The bottle clutched to her heaving chest
She shuts the bathroom door.
The sound of the lock so loud
Inside the four by four little room.
She empties the bottle on the counter
Counting them in two's.
Her life doesn't really matter
So she crushes all sixteen.
With quick precision she lines
The powder into rows of three.
Fumbles in her pocket for a dollar,
Up her nose she swallows every one.
The morphine hits her quickly,
On the floor she falls, she twitches.
Unable to scream,
She'd changed her mind,
The drug took over
Silently she cried,
She fades away from reality.
ThiefLies, he told me as I sipped a tart, Apple Burst tea. Apple Burst, they called it, and I thought it appropriate.Thief6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
His hand slipped.
It Burst to the floor, abandoning the liquid in Apple-blood flames.
I wont tolerate all of this flavor, he claimed, a slender, coarse finger circling the rim. My hand remained still, in a death grip, to an invisible frame.
I reached out for him, an apologetic reply hanging on my tongue.
No, he turned to me, his hand grazing my throat, veins swelling from his skin. You were never sorry, he griped, thrashing out a menacing look.
My heart hung from a wire.
And he was weaving it through.
I swallowed halfway. Halfway, it was, like he held a notch in my throat; this light-switch life, at his leisure to disengage.
Hurt? Sarcastic pity glossed over his eyes. I looked at him, my night in shining armor, once strong enough to hold his own sword. What weighed on him now? The poison resentment, serve
friendsto the extentfriends6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that anyone can be a friend,
(despite the endless oceanwalls, flattened fisheyes, abysmal wingflaps that span our interstice;
despite that i am a box of words)
know that i am yours.
HollowIn the darkening twilight, I often find myself... lost. Memory disintegrates, personality withers, and the touch of plastic feels strange on my skin. The dark sucks in my soul, reels it in like a drifting trout, and hangs it up to dry next to hundreds of others like it. We dry, slowly, blowing in the false breeze, absorbing the taste of smoke and salt. How long we hang, I don't know. But, when I'm abruptly cut down and thrown back into the water, the sensation is like a gasp. Moisture soaks into my skin, and I'm within myself again, though shrunken and empty from the change.Hollow6 years ago in Horror More Like This
We are not human. Oh, yes, on the outside we appear so. But look at us sideways, and there's a glimmer, a sheen that's not natural. It clings to our skin, as if we've been left so long in the cold that the essence touches us still, revealing us as "different". It's a mark of pride, a mark of shame, yet we wear it with a diffidence that would make a movie star burn with envy. Each step, each touch, comes away cold &
Trust MeTrust me.Trust Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take my hand,
It's just a simple step
taken at least once before.
Now, take a breath, my dear.
It's been a while, I know.
Have you lost the memory?
why are you trembling?
You already made the choice; I am here to simply help you along.
Don't look at me that way,
of pain and regret
and need and punishment.
Dancing upon broken happiness and shattered yesterdays.
I was your answer, remember?
You look at me in shock but I can only shrug in response.
I am not the one haunted.
I am at peace as I talk with you; it is you who is tormented by your decision.
You have no right to look at me that way.
But then, maybe you do.
You chose this path.
I can say it once more if you rather.
I am not angry with you, rather reminding.
I made sure you read the small print.
You saw the scars and still you have the audacity to be appalled upon spying my truth.
It amuses me more than anything, I suppose.
Come to me,
Go ahead an
awarenessat what age do youawareness4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
find horror in your own self?
erase your poems?
Blackbird Pupilsdont look at meBlackbird Pupils6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with those eyes
bluebird green and hazel-ache
mine, already hollowed out
and daily leak-
i cannot bear your
youd see all those wax demonshades
youd know the clockworks run
i read some other poet,
his words were blackice bludgeoners, soundless suturing socket spikes, hammergods, each one,
the last cicada to flee the moult.
but he hasnt the orbs to ruin me.
almost no one has
Sir's TheologyBlack, grey, and blue in the rainbowSir's Theology3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And pink and gold in the rain,
Bloodied and bruised at the wedding
Cleanliness oft dyes the stains.
Rose-fashioned cheeks on the corpses;
A child who reeks of cadaver.
A memory upsets the future
And backwards we tumble thereafter.
A scientist hollers, "My God!" as
A preacher cites psalms of Einstein:
"Science without religion is lame,
Religion without science is blind."
Truth is assumed by believers
In ignorance masked as blind faith
"An angel!" he clings to the lie
When, truly, his reaper's a wraith.
These murkiest sources reveal
What mirrors so often condemn,
That hindsight beckons man forward
To never be sightless again.