After Life: To Hell, Not BackThe Bodies are mangles of waxy bone and tendon.After Life: To Hell, Not Back8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sinew drapes from them in bloody lines:
From the shoulders and yellowed knee-caps like meaty web;
And extend into the walls like shackles.
Through sewers squeaking, clicking, chomping
With rats- more sallow gashes than prickly hairs-
Scampering on the pipes that line, and gnawing sparks from
You notice first that this is large enough
For freaks on stilts to stand on brother's shoulders.
Twirled cotton- coating rolls of stiff carny papers-
Scrapes tongue like the roughest sandpapers and you drool,
like a toothless alky, dribbles of bloody sugar clumps for a
That tantalizes from the air.
The Bodies leer with eyes that quiver like Halloween Jell-o
In chipped eye sockets, revealed by skin dipping and
Stretched, pinned behind the ears.
Their skewed jaws ratchet from side to side
You avert your lucid eyes, though smile dazed,
And lift your nose for the Carmel-painted Popcorn, Red
Licorice, and Greases that o
Pain PAINPain6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hangs from your pelvis
like an incomplete, conjoined sibling
with no mind of its own
but enough of yours to make you fear it.
Comes when you are sleeping
to perch on your face and dip its beak
redly into your dreams.
Shucks its claws
on the upholstery of your flesh.
Is a fog-eyed poet, reading aloud to you
endless reams of his own passionate,
Squats in the waste it has made of you,
you dare not look in the eye.
Remembers the body when it moved
with the ease of light across a lakes delicate skin.
Watches your babies grow
skins so thick they cant feel you.
Is an illusion
overcome by mastery of the mind,
an ascetic life, a clean colon, eighteen
valium and a quart of Scotch, a bullet
or all of the above.
RevengeRevengeRevenge5 years ago in Other More Like This
The taste sweet as berries across my lips
This knife I hold above your chest is cold, rusted
But your blood is still warm
I can smell the iron locked deep within your veins
It was all so easy
Taking back what you stole
My heart you ripped from my chest
and the beat I took from yours
No more drumming
No more thumping sound
I wont have to see you with her.
Holding her close
Kissing her soft lips, caressing her pale skin.
The smell of her hair no longer lingers on your clothes.
And the thought of you being with her no longer haunts me.
I took care of it all.
Shes gone and youre dead.
No longer will I have to sense you or your mistress.
My chainsI feel the cold grasp my soul He is knocking at My door againMy chains6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A chill runs up my spine I cling feebly to my existence
I don't know why I can't hold on it all goes dark
I reach for the one I love and only find the hate that has haunted me for so long
It all becomes dark there is no white light for me my time has come.
On my knees I cry to my lord asking for help I receive no answer
Why has he forsaken me, does he not love me?
What is it that I have done to bring upon my self the pain of a million men
I would Kill for a happy day, just to feel free
The chains that hold me back tighten daily, and I can feel them round my neck
I can only take sharp breaths, and My lungs burn
I am too tired to scream any longer I let go of all emotion and allow myself to be strangled
The breath I once clung to so desperately is forced from my body
The knife at my side smiles at me, I reach for it
The blade feels smooth in my hands, I lift it high and bring it down with force
Glory sweet mercy raining from m
100 things for artists to know100 things for artists to know5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have learned:
1. Keep everything clean or my desk will become a piece of art, too.
2. Let everyone know what I do.
3. Have no shame in being an artist.
4. Even if it looks stupid its my style of art.
5. Sometimes I need to color with things other than pencils and crayon.
6. I can even use my fingers to shade in a page.
7. Mom will love it, even when she cant tell what it is.
8. Your friends would like it if you made pictures for them, too.
9. Art can be anything from writing to drawing, and sewing to photos.
10. Everyone has his or her own preference. Someone said Da Vinci had bad ideas, too.
11. No one's opinion matters except for yours.
12. Make sure the piece belongs to YOU before showing everyone.
13. All you did on that doll maker was put its clothes on.
14. You may hate it, but that means no one else has seen it, yet.
15. Dont scrap an idea right away before wasting a sheet of paper first.
16. Keep in mind that a pencil has an eraser.
17. Paper has
InvisibleInvisible2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stand another minute alone
They won't notice
Let another tear fall on the ground
They don't notice at all
Make another cut
They won't notice
Sing another heartbreaking song
They don't notice at all
You do not need a superpower
To be invisible
And it hurts me to know
That they don't notice, at all
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she