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.7 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 .:.10 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
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…
The Beautiful People...Smoke screens and plastic scenesThe Beautiful People...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
doctored up served orders
of grandiose greatness, but
the hot air was weighed in
as substantial and the
I think you believed..
Don't be caught
One of you, the pretty
movie stars isn't one
of you, the realness,
flesh and blood, cellulite
you fight while enslaved
to fast lifestyles,
tight schedules, even tighter
jeans you fight to get in.
ain't too great.
Wash your hands, girl.
You're worth more than
liposuctions and Dolce &
Gabbana dresses hung
neatly in lockers while
they take a sauna. They
had to work to
be so beautiful.
Send your mom a
thank you note;
you were born
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
with numbers and spreadsheets-no one understands why whaleswith numbers and spreadsheets-7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make up conclusions, the string of letters
their name legitimizes statements as
while you lack the procession of obedient
no one understands reasons you conjure for
you love him, doesn't seem right, simply
more conclusive findings are needed, dear
saying "cause I love him" is simply not good
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 Existence6 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.
Holy Water or, exoneratedChurch bellsHoly Water or, exonerated7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stained glass windows
sparkle bright in heavenly
morning light, prisms, spheres
the apostles glorified.
The power of
Christ compels you!
The power of
Christ compels you!
He splashes holy water
on the boy, cr
Fading YouthA book,Fading Youth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so far away,
I try to reach,
but here I stay.
The circles sp
keepyourheadheldhigh.i'm falling falling fallingkeepyourheadheldhigh.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
becoming just another footnote
on your life
the one you pushed away
i need someone to hold my hand
and never let go
i need to fall asleep
without tears in my eyes
i need to look in the mirror
and not think of you
we're all so tiny
just living living living
on and on
smiles tattooed on
keeping us tall
but it's over now
and i won't cry.
Five Sense PoemsPainFive Sense Poems6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pain is the color of a starless galaxy.
It sounds like the squeakings of a rusty gate
and tastes like acid tears.
It smells like mildew and rotting fruit
and looks like rips in a beating heart.
Pain makes you feel weak.
Heartache is the color of a wilting rose.
It sounds like glass shattering upon concrete
and tastes like sour, curdled milk.
It smells like watered-down sorrow
and looks like a hotel's flashing vacancy sign.
Heartache makes you feel forgotten.
Depression is the color of falling rain.
It sounds like a smile too forced to be felt
and tastes like salt.
It stinks of angry words and muted screams
and looks like an age-worn teddy lying in a corner.
Depression makes you feel alone.
Time is the color of sepia-toned photographs.
It sounds like sand being sifted through fingers
and tastes o
Fiction Non-FictionI called us all fictionFiction Non-Fiction7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
characters, waiting for the
writer to put the final period
down, close the book, tuck
it away on the shelves,
the highest one where you need
a ladder and it's never to be found.
The world likes conflict,
so it makes sense, our
life so fictionalized and beautified,
I suppose, for the readers, watchers
to gorge themselves with;
we're so entertaining, this is the
Your teeth chatter, the cold
demands our attention with
sharp wind blast assaulting our
exposed cheeks turning red.
Blood rushes to my face when
we hide in an alleyway, say
warmth feels good.
You say something, burrowing
your face in my chest as
I dream of Eskimos having tea in
the middle of ice, wonder if they
have sex or fights or just live
with smiles on their faces
like in the magazines and cartoons.
You frown. You say I think in animation too
much and I think reality is too boring
or scary, whichever works for the situation;
today it's scary.
Met you this unusual blistery
blame the sandmandear paradise girl:blame the sandman6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you have seaweed in your hair
and your eyes are painted with mother-of-pearls.
the sand between your toes
has crusted over
and when i place my head against your chest,
because i can't find a heartbeat.
and you laugh,
a clogged-up gurgle,
because you know that i've forgotten what you're made of.
you don't have a pulse.
i hear the rhythm of blue waves beneath your skin.
dear paradise girl:
you have crabs clipped to your earlobes
and you wear seagull feathers for a dress.
there are blue-kelp tattoos across your shoulders
and a ring of suction-cup stars around each ankle,
and when you move,
you move like water.
and when you wrap your arms around me,
i draw back in fear
because your skin molds to mine like mud...
and you grin,
a snaggle-toothed vision,
because you know i've forgotten once again.
your skin is cool and clammy
and i can't stand to hug you
anymore than i can chew on sand.
dear paradise girl:
you're crying grains of salt
and the b
--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
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.
Asleep or No..."If I could capture allAsleep or No...7 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
snapshot imaginingssnapshot.snapshot imaginings6 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.&