About a boy,I could stand here forever alone in this rain
Counting the cloudbursts that fell over me
Arctic, Trickling down my spine.
I had this dream ,
That We faded in.. chasing cranes
Youd count them each time they hit the floor
And just stare as if a part of you had fallen apart.
(Always the Gray ones. )
I would hold your hand so tight, because I was afraid you would Really fall apart.
There we were, standing with fallen cranes.
After a while they turned black;
And Youd fade away.
Id close my eyes and pretend you were still there
See, I could never find you through these tears.
Ive imagined the way you would.
Youd wrap your arms around my mind,
You felt so warm,
Strange and beautiful.
Youd kissed my neck, I kissed your fingertips.
Its The way your eyes smiled, as you fell asleep.
I cant find, Forever in your eyes
I forgot to forget you.I forgot to forget you.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once you told me you didn't like the way I curl myself towards you
And that I shouldn't walk with my feet facing the other because it was childlike
I took the long way home that night thinking about what you said, staring at my feet
Forcing them to point forward. Every time they disobeyed I pinched myself till my thighs were anesthetized,
So now I cant feel my legs.
Ive always written the words youve said to me and posted them around my room,
I'd bite my lip, as the sun hit the L in useless,
Us-(e)-less. Imaging the way the words rolled off your tongue
That day I found you sitting on the edge of my bed reading your words,
The sunlight hit your nose as you stared at that L in useless.
Your top lip quivered as your bottom lip cringed
You pulled them down
I called you the next day,
You had the voice of last years cough
And your phone
paper thin whispers.Display any old sentences, and i'll secretly fall apart.paper thin whispers.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm unspeakably numb.
between black smoke and white umbrellas, silence ran away.
your arms wrapped around my mind
Behind ears ,
With paper thin whispers.
There are wet footprints on the floor, after dry rain.
Silhouettes under the window sil
warm, peppered words slept underneath your eyes
seething through your lips, you've erased me.
grief table stumbles
a l e
l v r
e n O
I need all of you.
"I cant find forever in your eyes
I will leave you while they're dry."
In This bulletproof glass with eyes closed
still hard to say whats going on.
with fingers roaming through tears
S t a y
Helpless and beautiful.
sleep deprive not this heartyour photograph speakssleep deprive not this heart7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to me in waves of
volumes that fills bookshelves
bare once, brimming to teetering
levels - I want to touch
your face, to laugh
for the joke you'll say and
stare until you ask me
what it is and I'll just
say, with bated breath,
It was a dream before
that woke me to you
and I'm wondering if
I'm dreaming another
dream... scared to wake.
.:. Violence against women .:..:. Violence against women .:.9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Violence against women is about the control and coercion of them. It is a significant problem all around: and in some parts of the world, violence is taken to another level: including female genital mutilation, child marriage/forced marriage, dowry-related murder, honor killings, female infanticide, chauvinism, and trafficking with women. But violence has many forms: until this day, many still believe that if they aren't psychically hurt, they aren't experimenting abuse, but they are. The most common forms, are:
physical such as punching, kicking, choking, stabbing, mutilation, disabling..
sexual such as rape, any unwanted touching or act of a sexual nature, forced prostitution and obscene talk
verbal/psychological such as threats to harm the children, destruction of favourite clothes or photographs, repeated insults meant to demean and erode self-esteem, forced isolation from friends and relatives, threats of further violence or deportation if the woman attempts t
They Say Budapest Is Lovely...She came into the cafe, ordered aThey Say Budapest Is Lovely...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lowfat something, sat crossing legs; skirt
was short, legs were smooth and she
was all types of stunning bathing in afternoon
sunlight. Pulled a chair and sat across from
her, said, "I know you from somewhere,
you're so familiar." "I'm every girl
you never talked to," she said. "How
bout the lips?" I asked. She tapped
them, "Every pair you never got the guts
to kiss." I leaned over, we kissed for a
moment, sat back, talked about
politics, named dropped Sarah and Barack
till we both disclosed we were bored,
hated politics and politicking.
Moved on to travels, said for you to come with me to
Budapest. You said, "Haven't had a bath in
weeks." Got me a lowfat, double shot something
to go, we skipped the joint and headed for the airport.
Cities looked like bioluminescent beings in the twilight
hour at that height, the smell of her hair swept
over my shoulder relaxed me, cleared my mind some.
Watched her steady rhythm breathing as I realized
I didnt ev
Asleep or No..."If I could capture allAsleep or No...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the beauty in the world, I
think I would die from
euphoria," you told me while
I just swelled up, expulsion of
liquid overflowing these tiny tear
ducts and I realized you had
reeled me in from my single-man
voyage in the middle of ocean mouth
canvas wide, brush strokes yearning
for touches and caresses from your
artistic arm length stretches, all for
a chance to show me that those greeting cards,
teddy bears, ribbons and sloppy
kisses aren't overrated, it's not a
lie - stark familiarity isn't a bad thing
and kissing you is ever better.
You hate me, you told me, when I
make it feel like a thousand fireworks
are bursting inside your cheeks making
that smile last and happen so strongly because
you know fireworks don't last forever.
I tell you to think about them like fire-burst,
walking on the sun; they die out never and
when I tickle you like this, I can't seem to get
tired never of your gosh gorgeous laugh
that's so infectious, I'm having trouble resisting
Love LetterLove LetterLove Letter10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By David Generao
My Dearest Love…
Life isn't the same without you
You're the one my heart clings to
My whole world revolves around you
Hot summer days burn my skin
While cold sleepless nights bring in the chills
My body desperately yearns for your embrace
Spring feels so empty
Without you by my side
Please return, my love
No words can ever describe
All the love that I have for you
Because to you alone my heart belongs
I will wait patiently for you, my love
Even if it takes more than a lifetime
My body will rot, but my heart is still yours
Forever and ever…
Love in ResponseWhen I say I love you,Love in Response6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I say it because...
you make each breath I take
You make me feel as if I'm living for a purpose,
not just searching for an answer I can't find.
You cast away the demons of my past
with every tight-knit hug
and every gentle kiss.
I say it
because you don't realize you mean the world to me,
and because I can't hope to sum it up
in just five lines of words across a computer screen.
When I say I love you,
I'm hoping you can look beyond the phantoms in my eyes
and into the heart of every moment spent with you.
I say it
because it's as close to honest as I can get sometimes,
and I don't want to push you away...
Memorandums Lost Somewhere...We sat leaning backs to each other, staring out intoMemorandums Lost Somewhere...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the night sky on moist grass, warm air.
"Why is it so hard to say, 'I love you',
to someone for the first time, and so
hard to mean it a year later?" I asked.
We hugged our knees and let
the wind's breeze kiss our faces.
"Because, we're human, maybe," she said.
"Because, our voice box has a hard time
getting the right frequencies together to make
that wonderful sound to someone the first go around."
I fiddled with my glasses.
"Because, maybe, our heart's wandered around
the globe without us, finding new loves,
new distractions, new fancies, and it stopped
sending the memo to our voice box.
Our voice box never let go, but our heart's
did so long ago. Maybe, maybe, she said.
I heard the sound of her tongue licking her
lips. "Yeah, maybe, maybe," I said.
"That sounds good, yeah."
Memory MachineMemory Machine5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm still having nightmares about myself.
I've made wishes on poetry and torn apart bad books to re-write them,
Stolen candy from a baby and said F- words to strangers.
Forever, Finally and Free.
But I lied, because every time I'm finally sure I don't love you anymore I hear a song that was written about the two of us and I'm back in the state of forever, and the bathwater turns cold around me, and I remember that you'll never love me as much as I love you and F- word.
I plan to erase you from my memory,
(Like that scene in eternal sunshine of a spotless mind.)
I Made my own machine out of old letters you'd written to me, a blue box and silver light bulbs, and paper hearts. I curled myself In that brown chair we used to laugh at, and fell asleep.
You've always had stars in your eyes, you'd bite your lip and blink and they'd flow in a spiral around your fingertips.
You are So special.
You decided we didn't b
Yellow Love StoryYellow Love StoryYellow Love Story8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was boring.
Why not stay in bed this morning? Her blond hair on the yellow pillow. The ceiling had a pale white color. Maybe she might change it?
The same dream each night. Why dreaming? Nothing is becoming true... She closed her eyes.
She's a nurse in the biggest hospital of Frisco. She remembers this man she nursed once. Blond-haired, a sensual voice, gentle. She often thought of him. She would like so deeply to fall in love.
Maybe she could escape from this material life. From the tram each morning, from the clock, from the shopping... A white rabbit is running in her room, he's dressed, he seems to be late, he entered into the mirror of her dressing-table.
It seemed strange to her because he went through it, like if he went on the other side of the mirror. She stood up. Went near the dressing-table. She saw on it all what she left last night before going to bed, even the sandwich (with jam) which she had not eaten.
She looked inside the mirror. The refl
:It's All the Little Things:It's glitterglue:It's All the Little Things:6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and birthday cards that are three years old
lost within the rubble
of makeshift family portraits
and one-thousand keys
you can't hope to match to any lock you own.
It's ten bucks in the pocket
of holey jeans you were about to throw away,
a head-bobbing tune on the radio
that might someday make you cry
but only reminds you of his grin right now.
It's baby-blues the size of Texas
and a remember-me ribbon clashing with your bubblegum pink nails
as life turns the wheel in your direction
and lands on love.
It's those bubble gum wrappers that you collect
and form a wide range of different shiny colors
and fuity, minty, exotic scents
that you can't help but love
those little papers of nothing.
It's those small coffee shops that seem minuscule
compared to starbucks
but they bake those apricot coffee cake that
remind you of home and the clear country skies
that you can never find unless you're in farmer country.
It's those small origami stars
that shimmer like the summer sun ag
foggy windows, better promises"it only hurts a little,"foggy windows, better promises6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you tell her in muted tones of love,
thread trailing from her baby tooth
in trickles of pinkandgreenandpurple
(she's always wanted to be a faerie.
you figure now's the perfect chance
to make the impossible seem real).
and you yank
and you pull
and she's screaming like she did
the night the opposums ate her in her dreams.
and you try,
but her alligator tears make you ache
so you pull the yarn from her unwedged
(but still loose)
and hug away her sobs.
and growing up are similar:
you can't force them to happen.
they just do.
"it only hurts a minute,"
voice strained with the art
of sounding wise
when the windows have fogged around you
and she's got shadows in her eyes.
(red cherries chipped
from black-edged nails,
knuckles white against your navy tee)
keep distance between you
and the breaths she's heaving make you fumble
as you twirl her wavy hair.
she's saying no
Illusory ExistenceAre you real?Illusory Existence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What a shame,
What a shame.
I should hate to exist
In a world like this
To be solid
I prefer to be surreal
Than to live
In a world like this
And die in it.
--Fate--the hands of destiny have never been kind.--Fate--6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they twist you up
and twirl you down
and leave you gasping in the wake of
even when you realize
that nothing's ever gonna be the same.
but this form of fate isn't yearning
for something grander than chocolate bars
and black-tie affairs.
this is one of those moments
when the world simply stops
and lets the heart beat in sync with his name.
Clouds Like Empty ShipsAdrift in velvet skies it seemsClouds Like Empty Ships6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That you are lost in starry dreams
And I am stranded on the ground
Longing to feel the love you found.
Is there a place for me up there?
No, you are lost in golden hair
And don't recall my love for you
My love was tender, blindly true.
Clouds pass me by like empty ships
I loudly cry with cracking lips
And scream my sorrow to the winds
It seems the lonely never win.
Hearts In Flux - WIPMy morals would not even lend my heart the thought that it would be acceptable, justifiable to love another woman, not as long as my wife, my ever loved wife has it still, no, not at all. It's just that, and I want you to understand with the utmost certainty, that for a brief moment in time, I lent my... my lips to hers. As a gesture of good... faith I knew she needed, in reassurance, you see. So that she would know that I would be there for her, be able to lift her spirits out of any distressing times and circumstances that might arouse themselves in the future. I am merely a decent citizen, someone who would do the same for anyone, though I'm sure the methods would play out differently for each one I meet - accordingly to their own ways, you see.Hearts In Flux - WIP7 years ago in Historical More Like This
I... I won't put off as saying that the kiss wasn't indeed at all anywhere close to being nothing short of heavenly jubilation here on earth. Oh! But to have kissed those soft, so delicate peach tinged lips, the quiver I knew she had
FilipinaFilipina10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Liwanag ay damang-dama
sa bawat paglapit ng iyong mga
Paningin ma'y sa dilim nakatu-on,
ngiting busilak mo'y halik sa
Hindi man sisikat ang araw
at yanigin man ang lahat nang mga
Anino mo'y naka-abang sa malapit,
naghihintay sa takdang
(Sunlight runs along
with every gentle footstep
And though my eyes lay blind,
luminescent smiles come like
The morning sun may not rise
and heavens tremble out their
I know your shadow lingers near,
waiting for the right
--Radio--It's playing our song again,--Radio--6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
love mixed with lust and
a taste of cherry-tinted lipstick
stuck to the mirror.
I can't find your voice
in the jangles that startle me anymore;
I think you might have faded
into background noise
and memories I'll never drag back out
of dusty boxes.
--Knot--it's like--Knot--6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the experience of
being much too good for this
and never being good enough
losing themselves to simply
letting yourself be.
you leave it alone
and let it lie in shapeless heaps
across the linoleum,
and still you're gasping
in the afterglow
of being nameless
still being recognized.
and the knots of love
are tangled 'round your heart
like his name is caught up in your veins
and if you could only savour time
for just another kiss,
the world would combust
and you'd be happy.
just a coloryou think of airplanes as blue, as ifjust a color5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sky is contagious, as if
i might be coated even
there across their
really, i love birds
more with their
costing not a
cent to cartwheel across.
what am i, you ask.
pigment swimming in the
open valleys of your eyes, himalayan
poppies infused with
spidersilk veins and
dialogue breathing dusk
i am just a color, but
you are just a beautiful boy;
the world needs
::shattered soaring soul::she whispers sequins and sparkles::shattered soaring soul::6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as you dream up her world,
bubblegum chapstick flavoring your tongue
as you sweep kisses down her sides.
the bruises are striking on her skin,
marble and spilled ink erupting like your words
as you spout promises you'll never keep.
"it'll be okay.
you'll be okay.
she knows you'll never keep them
(promises with such a heavy burden
are quick to stray from idle tongues
and leave behind their heartache),
but she listens anyway
as she twirls her fingers through your hair
and dreams of better days.
his palmprint still remains upon her waist,
fingerprints stretching like chains
toward the places she never let him touch,
the scars she never lets you see.
you whisper promises
and her veins scream for relief,
for just one chance to breathe...
because he drowned her in his cruelty
and she can't catch her gasps with you.
you've lifted her above the clouds,
but all she sees is the wreck that she's become.
all she hears are her scared so
snapshot imaginingssnapshot.snapshot imaginings5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
two tight-hitched diapers disappeared beneath the duvets of our bed. one was striped with purple to match the elephant in her crib. the other was neon green for the barettes we always put in her hair. because even back then, they were identical. right down to the star-patterned moles on their smallest toes. we didn't notice, until far too late, that ivy's eyes were bright green at the edges. that rose always wrinkled her nose when we got them messed up. we didn't see that the stars were their birthmarks and that ivy's was bigger. or that rose's points were turned upside-down.
one mess of spilled nail polish on new hardwood floor, one-inch foot smears leading the way down a brightly carpeted hallway. a confession written in mommy's favorite teal, the proof of guilt stuck to their heels. ivy pranced like a princess with glee.&