Won't Ever Leaveyou come around only in my dreams.Won't Ever Leave4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lurking there for me to sleep.
you've followed me now for fourteen years.
i wish you'd leave.
but, no, no, you refuse.
i would hide from you under my covers.
because maybe then you wouldn't see me.
the blanket my only barrier.
you couldn't climb up on my top bunk.
you really did grab me once. i swear.
she tried to make me meet you.
that was ten years ago.
i've avoided you since then.
i just saw you today.
and you won't let go. no, you won't.
i never met you.
and i'm thankful i didn't.
she's desperate for us
to be acquainted.
i'm almost afraid i'll give in.
that stupid feelingYou make me crazythat stupid feeling2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sending me on this up
And down travel
You don't even realize
I talk to you
And my heart's coming up
And into my mouth
I can't focus
And my breathing is coming out
Labored as I try to control
That panic that you make me feel
And I'm giggling
Covering my eyes
And trying to hide
While trying to figure out
What the hell is wrong with me
And how I could feel this way again
You'll never return the feelings
Never think of me
In the many ways I think of you
And dream of you
But at least I have that
Who comforts me in the night
And makes me feel whole
If only until I w
Habitual ObsessionOld habits die hardHabitual Obsession4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But maybe they didn't really die.
Maybe I just ran from them for long enough
I thought they were dead.
And I slowed down,
I took a breath,
And they're right back again.
Staring me in the face,
But you won't notice they're back.
Each time 'round
I learn more.
I learn that they'll never die.
I'll never outrun them.
I might as well hide them.
mastigophobiayou never know howmastigophobia4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
much your anxiety means
until it is gone.
Art In the Fast LaneI had never heard his name nor had I seen any of his work. However, Paul Emsley was thrust into the international spotlight when his official portrait of Kate Middleton was revealed on January 11th. His critics were vocal and extremely harsh. They spoke as if their words really meant something. They attacked the artist and the work. The reality is that work was done and the commission paid. The subject herself was satisfied as were her closest family. In a follow up article, the artist was asked for his response. To summarize, he stated that this was the most important commission of his life and that he and his family were hurt by these self-serving critics harshness. He is reported to have said that he and his family are recovering and are pressing on. ( http://xfinity.comcast.net/articles/entertainment-eonline/20130123/b380964/?cid=hero_media ) Seldom so we see fine art on the international stage unless a painting is sold for millions. Here we witnessed the attempted crucifixioArt In the Fast Lane4 months ago in Personal More Like This
Why!?Why does it hurt,Why!?7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
why can't I stop,
why do things have to be this way!?
For all the whys of life,
its hard to answer them all...
Why the pain,
why the sadness,
The pain sets in...The pain sets in...8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost and alone,
dead but unknown...
A broken trust,
and heavy feelings take over..
the tears in your eyes fall,
the burning in the pit of your soul...
Confusion sets in,
while the anger arises.
You train of thought blurred with whys,
and could you have done more.
Prevented this from happening?
No one know...
Don't feel alone,
we all know these feelings.
Its not going to be over,
til your over it.
Love RemainsLove Remains8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Isn't something that can be used,
Love isn't a word that can be a simple hello and goodbye..
Love is forever,
to be held and cherished...
To be abused by those who say they love you,
is the worst feeling in the world,
and the messages of love get mixed into a ball of fucked up confusion...
Love is a shell of protection,
against any force of hurt,
and love comforts..
And to be hurt by love...?
Isn't love at all..
Its only a fake lining of hate,
which many cant get over...
but those who do..
Are worth the world to the ones who really love them..
Water WallI stood at the Water Wall waiting with my iron grip.Water Wall1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Head over keels to wallow as I faint.
I was fevered into thinking of Projectile Puffer Fish.
Follow my lever, hares don't jump - you have so much to live for!
Oh, hover to me horizontally over the Horizon!
Handstanding on the canal, littering wake of expletives as we go.
The Last of SummerFresh, black, glutinous in the heat,The Last of Summer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Newly laid tarmac hangs in the air
Outside the hermetically sealed windows.
I slip out of my equally sealed safety boots
Into flip-flops to leave,
Out into the treacle-thick humidity
Just as the first
Languid drops of rain
Sizzling on the still-smouldering asphalt.
They hit my feet and lift me up.
I turn my music off.
Joggers speed up to find shelter.
A man smelling of ointment
Cycles slowly and with determination
Towards the hospital.
Walking towards the station with
Slippery clay-grey feet.
Women bicker outside the takeaway,
Scowling at the weather,
But I smile.
If I could focusI'm so worried about everyone elseIf I could focus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't realize the horrible things I'm doing to myself.
You're all so worried about what you're doing to yourself
That you don't realize I'm killing myself.
When I'm Alone...At night, if there's no one in bed with meWhen I'm Alone...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I grab the shirt you wore last time you were here
Stick a pillow in the middle of the bed
Cuddle up to your shirt and try to pretend it's you.
It doesn't work very well
But the smell reminds me of you
And that makes me feel safer.
I don't like it when you aren't here
Because I start to have the nightmares again.
The ones where I can't find the person who I desperately need to save.
I wake up crying.
It never happens when you're here.
Something about you keeps my nightmares away.
You have no idea how safe you make me feel.
But sometimes, no matter how often you tell me
That you think I
Say Goodbye One More Time...I can no longer trust you.Say Goodbye One More Time...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So why would I stay?
You keep choking me out
And making me feel like I need you.
But I know for a fact I can make it on my own.
I'm tired of your lies.
And I'm tired of your friends.
Most of all, I'm tired of me.
I'm tired of me letting this happen.
I'm tired of making excuses.
No matter how much I think I love you
It's just not worth getting hurt over anymore.
I keep saying I will leave.
By now you probably think I'm bluffing.
I think I'm bluffing, too.
So I'm going to prove us both wrong.
Because I deserve better than you and you don't deserve me.
Between love and death part IShe ran to him without even thinking that he was busy sorting out his small, plain white wedding invitations for tomorrow's final ceremony. After a hard day's work, she was exhausted, but still had the energy to run to tell him she still loved him, or at least try, even though she knew that wouldn't change his wedding plans.Between love and death part I2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She screamed his name out loud and everybody gasped silently but curiously and noticeably upon the arrival of this unknown, insane-looking, long and black haired, strong-slim girl. He turned around and couldn't even think what he could do, even if he was extremely glad she was there, he didn't really know if it was the i
Storms.The sun fades, hiding behind the angry clouds like they are her protector. The dark gray clouds rush in so fast, like it was their sole intention, letting out loud rumbling roars as they make their way toward me. Warm, wet raindrops fall from the heavens speckle the concrete all around me, while others land on the surrounding structures and race for the earth, leaving tearstains behind on anything they touch. Cameras flash, desperate to catch a small picture of the sun in her moment of weakness, ready to circulate those pictures to all the stars in the night sky so they can laugh at her.Storms.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Then I wonder why the sun keeps returning.
She must b
the things you doyou're terrible for me.the things you do3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the things you do,
can drive me insane.
you ignore me.
i move on.
but when you start talking again,
my heart gives a few flutters.
it's back again.
and i hate you for it.
really like you for it.
broken goodsi feel like broken goods.broken goods3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so utterly fucked up.
it's been eight years.
i'm not better.
even if i say i am.
twenty days from now
i will fall apart
into fine dust.
Yes I pulled my coat tighter around me as the bitter cold creeped its way through to my skin. I could see my breath puff out from between my lips every time I exhaled. The night had taken its hold on the land; inky black devoured everything, the only light was the small pin pricks in the sky. I leaned against my car and pulled out a small silver flask from my pocket; the soothing liquid trickled down my throat warming my belly. I sighed and raised my eyes to the stars. I allowed the sounds of the night to wash over me and soothe me; sweep away the torment that plagued my waking consciousness. My mind wandered, thinking about nothing in particulaYes3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
papapapa3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's a hunch in your back.
sun spots on your skin
from years, decades, of working
on the farms in kansas
in the 30s and 40s.
a look of stoicism in your eyes
behind thick lenses.
there's a slur in your words
from glass upon glass
of E&J and 7-Up.
tear soaked words when
you ask me how i am.
how my mother is.
[she never wants
to talk to you again.]
"you and tina are the only
ones who ever call
it tugs on my heart
when i know you're going to die alone.
one of these days.
homewelcome home, daddy.home4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
three walls and a barred door
have always been your best friend.
It's almost a cry for help.My body doesn't work right anymore.It's almost a cry for help.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I really wanted to cry.
I genuinely wanted the salty water
To pour out of my eyes.
I guess I don't have any tears left.
Maybe I just cry too much.
more to life than thisthere's more to life than the yellowed bulb of the glass pipe.more to life than this4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the neck of the bottle and the burn of liquor.
the chase and the capture.
you're killing yourself.
but you won't admit it.
won't get help.
twenty-five years is far too long.
not even imprisonment changes your mind.
you keep going back
like your life depends on it.
half the fun in life is actually living.