Inebriating to Remember LoveI used to head downInebriating to Remember Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the pub on main.
We'd meet up; we'd watch
the game through
the snow on the screen.
Decipher lisped play-by-plays
and sometimes, decipher wrong.
As I swished the ale around
my sweating glass, he'd walk in.
5:22 p.m -- his late-at-night;
eyes half alive and his life, half dead.
A shuffled symphony,
while finding his never-usual seat.
his shoulders with doubt
as the news manages to cut in.
There, he'd order his usual;
whiskey, its warmth, a foil
to his lethargy.
Despite seeing him
on all the occasions of my visits,
I observe him;
each time he arrives,
in between football plays
and dismal economic forecasts.
Anxiety dissolves into drunken smiles,
as he sips on, two, three, eight glasses.
One is never enough.
as they lurch
along the moist bar,
hoping to get just another shot.
"I think I have to cut you off."
I don't think any insult
could enrage him any more quickly.
Tonight, I am his personal usher
because he s
Surgical Experienceprick felt flowing aid through veins blank out hoursSurgical Experience5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
wake dry mouth
want feel dehydrate
day to day
Stuck in the MomentTheres no laughter anymore.Stuck in the Moment5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Not in this house. Not in 4 years.
Faded squares line the walls and there are no dirty soccer shoes by the back door.
Instead theyre in a box in the shed though she gave the bike and [most of] his clothes to the city mission.
His picture sits alone atop the piano he whined about playing.
His room is now the craft room though on the east wall hangs a shelf.
Momma calls it her memory shelf but whenever I dare to look that way I swear its a shrine.
He would have been 17 this year but tragedy keeps him forever 13.
She clutches the tattered blanket he hadnt used in years and weeps when Kenny Chesney comes on the radio.
I moved out 14 months ago.
I miss him too, Momma, but I cant do this anymore.
I cant live here.
I cant be here anymore.
Especially when I can still feel him in the halls because you won't let him go.
To Dance With My Love Forever You are so beautiful.To Dance With My Love Forever6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could watch you for hours.
The way you move, both elegant and seductive,
drawing me in like a needy lover.
No more lostCover my worldNo more lost7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in snow white stars
and sing me quietly
a soft lullaby
let your dreams dance
like cosmic romance
take a glance
in mystic avalanche
the sky is so near
let me take you there
and show you light
ahead a heavenly sight
where were we
when the stars were born
in the eye
of an unicorn
we're here now
broken and torn
tired and forlorn
but we shall be born
in another dimension
and nevermore lost
now it's endless
and so shall it be
Dear Little Sarah13.01.2010Dear Little Sarah5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Dear little Sarah,
today is your eighth birthday, and my 25th. It is strange how little I remember about this day. Was it a good day? What presents did you get? Are you happy?
When I was offered the opportunity to send you a letter, I thought for a moment about asking you to start writing a diary. Just for me, so that I could remember. But that would be a waste of time. If you ever feel like writing anything, write down your dreams and not reality.
I tried that in grade eleven. I wanted to write a book about our world, about us. But it was too big a project, too huge a world for me. So many things had happened by then! All the adventures we had been through...
I know you won't, but just to be safe: never give up on our world!
Now for some advice.
When you feel sick during break, don't mind the rule to stay outside, run for the toilets! You know you'd have to clean up the mess you'd make in the corridor otherwise.
I know reaching third grade with a classroom on the upper floo
Dancing To Her Twisted TuneShe called the flower place and ordered herself white roses.Dancing To Her Twisted Tune4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She cleaned the house with bleach and a scrub brush.
She painted her toes Sassy Red which matched her bold new lipstick.
She curled her hair and put on Pretty Pearl earrings.
She selected the whitest dress in her closet but never looked in the mirror as she dressed.
She carried the kitchen stool and rope out to the old tree in the garden.
Bucket ListA sudden breeze blew a strand of blond hair into her eyes. She held it between her fingertips and admired the colour. A few days of sun and salt water could do wonders to your hair! It gleamed like molten gold in the warm sunlight.Bucket List5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The rustling of paper drove the woman's attention back to what she was holding. It was an old list, swarming with more and less childish dreams. The notes had different colours, depending on when and with what pen they had been written. Some had been scribbled between the lines and some were almost washed out with tears.
She touched the first phrases, those about school and never-ending friendship. That had been so long ago she couldn't recall much of it. Instead of lingering over them now, she focused on the things coming next.
Get accepted into university. Yes, she remembered that day as if it had been yesterday; the screaming and jumping up and down after opening the letter. Calling her mother at work, wishing her a happy birthday, and later receiv
CageCage5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How could you know
your roars robbed me
of all things esteemed
that the blows reigned
all over my innocence
would devour hope
placing me in this cage
I call preference
but never choice
for I knew nothing of give
but could recite volumes
on what was taken
How could you know
you were breaking
what could never
be properly repaired
How could you know?
I told you...
Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow Yesterday, Today, and TomorrowYesterday, Today, and Tomorrow5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Listen, child, can you hear? Its the world, and its coming at us fast. Its reaching out to grab us and hold us, but dont be scared, its a familiar face. Its the wind rushing in your ears when you take a car ride with the windows down and the thrill of jumping over a wave as it crashes on the beach. Its the weird feeling you get when you miss a stair or catch a stare. Its a weeke
AnesidoraWisps of inhumanity carve out spiteful words into my earthen insides; carefully clawing to the top of my neck. My seal is mangled and unkempt but it withholds the travesties that lie within and, for that, I am grateful. Her inquisitive eyes pry at my seams then pluck at them like petals; for now she is content to guess. To wonder, to crave of what lies inside--an ill-fated gift placed into cruel and longing palms.Anesidora5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I struggle to cry out to her, as trembling and naïve hands manage to place fragile fingertips upon my surface, No, Pandora! Don't!
Feel the Words TwistingI killed a man today.Feel the Words Twisting6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Neither with metal nor nylon,
but with words sharper than any blade.
I crushed his joy with a well placed scoff.
I broke his spirit as I spat on his hard toiled success.
I ground him beneath my heel with accusations of theft.
I stole his last breath with a stinging backhanded compliment.
I am Jealousy.
I am Pain.
I am Unforgotten and Unforgivable.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but cutting words kill forever.
This Conversation Took Eons"I can control you," he said, gravitational fingers lurching into my bouldered skin and pulling bits of me away.This Conversation Took Eons5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I made it rain that day and killed three thousand and forty six people, just because I could.
"What is wrong with you?" his voice sank as the waters became weighted with people. He pulled the tides higher and washed the visible pain into the form of debris.
"They'll never forget though," I used the stars to point out my flaws and my current disaster, "because they're dead."
"Why do you do that?"
"What's wrong with me?" I asked innocently, stirring up another hurricane with my pinky.
It was all some sort of amusement to me. He was glaring at me with those fake diamond eyes and wishing for a meteor to smash into my dimpled frame. I know he wants me dead. Ever since those dinosaurs, he hasn't quite forgiven me, like I can control the death of over-populated reptiles.
"I am orbiting your bulging equator. I will always just be orbiting you," he pauses and ties my tallest m
Alone In The DarkAlone In The Dark5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are days
when I feel
all the colors
have drained away
and I float
on a lake
of pristine glass
beneath a sky
bereft of meaning
and regrets flutter
like desperate wings
against the walls
of boxed memories
all treasured tokens
adrift and alone
in the dark...
fallinghave you ever fallen inlove withfalling6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
calls never returned
or smiled at
the face of a lie?
have you ever stood alone in the rain
watching a black umbrella disappear behind the mist
and wished, wished with all your heart
that he would turn around, and hold it above your head?
have you ever carved your heart out
and held it out for him
only to have your hand smacked away
and watch your heart roll into the shadows?
have you loved so much
that you painted your eyes his favourite color
so he'd love to look into them?
have you loved so much
that letting go killed you
but you did anyway?
x x x
you tell yourself
"i'll never love again. i'll never give someone my heart again."
but there you go
(it's only a matter of time until you fall for the right one)
In the FireLove I've never knownIn the Fire7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
shown to me
Compassion never shown
for once, I was free
Tender touches, gazing eyes
perfection I have found
Take me on one last wild ride
before I hit the ground
Ask me anything you want
my answers will be true
Stab the knife into my back
the pain, I do deserve
Kill me, slay me, if you must
but my love remains the same
As I draw in my final breath
in the fire, I will stay
Never AloneIm not alone.Never Alone6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inside my head you whisper words.
Dont get me wrong.
Just because I hear you does not mean I follow through.
It keeps me alive
They keep me alive.
Lets me know Im alive.
Just because I think about it doesnt make me stupid.
Instead you give me my own form of release.
Letting you say those things lets me be apathetic.
Does that make sense?
I cant feel but you can.
So I let you scream,
in my head.
And through you,