he loves like you lovejack:he loves like you love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she is with lace and lamplight and
spindle legs poking from beneath her skirt.
i kiss her and i kiss her knees
and i pretend i don't hear her muffled crying.
the pillows smell of his hair and
his hair smells of wine aged years ago somewhere
underground. he's cold with moon-crater-gray
eyes that watch everything, everything.
& a bottle cap:
on the dewy tiled floor.
today i'll stay in this lacklustre room
where i often drown, to sink, to float.
no more music for the light lusting.
you neverdarkness falls like shattered glassyou never6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and lights are swaying,
distant tail lights
like dreaming dancers across the grass.
all the sounds are sad like midnight air
in my lungs, on my tongue,
in the desert there.
we're stepping silent down the road,
asphalt cold under our toes,
a thousand eyes up in the sky-
we're being watched, and
that's how you feel when there's
oh, i just want to pretend
there's no such thing as friendly fires,
you're lips are liars.
every time i fold my hands
the creases cut deeper in
until my skin suffocates my bones
and they gasp in harmony.
it's so hard to lose you now,
when i know now that i have lost.
how could i have thought that
this was just an easy win?
how could i have thought
you wanted in?
i was so sure i would be
pain-free. now i'm hurting myself.
how could i?
breathe in wavesyou breathe in waves, softly crashing onto the shore-breathe in waves6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
musical, thoughtful, smiling.
you're a dream within a dream, and all heartbeats,
and gentle movements in your sleep.
i swear songs sleep behind your eyelids and in your veins-
as you play guitar up and down my arm i hold my breath,
careful not to move, careful not to wake you
(or us) from this pleasant summer night.
all the sweetest memories we make,
dipped in moonlight or laced with candlelight,
kept safe in mind to be smiled upon tenderly
i can't think of you without my heart taking flight,
and my hand craving yours.
the hours are empty without you, empty like
the lingering smell of blown out candles,
or the hush after a long solemn rain.
somehow the faraway thunder is comforting,
and the silent lightning just another blink.
just another heartbeat buried in your chest-
here i'll always find it safe to rest my head.
like the sunmy days are starting to revolve around you, and my nights.like the sun6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the feeling of your arms around me lingers on my skin.
i can't wait for you to steal me away again,
to press my fingertips to your lips-
these moments are lined in pale moonlight
and bathed in whispers.
i can feel you looking at me.
i can feel your smile. just hold my hand
and everything is wonderful-
whether we're lost, or found,
or sleeping on the couch by candlelight.
what song is playing in your dreams tonight?
the smell of fog reminds me of you-
it's cloudy and sweet and honest.
my heart is truer when i'm around you,
i trust you with every bit of myself.
we're thunder when we collide
and we're lightning when we kiss.
river girlher eyesriver girl6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
made of pools that ripple when they blink,
and shed droplets that wash up onto
her riverbank cheeks
when she cries. she's the
river girl, hands soft that will
gently tug you under
the surface to hold you against
soft swells in the bed of sand.
she's hollow and yet full of
sorrow, with silvery
fish swimming in and out between
her ribs. with lips like seaweed
that caress you, your wrist
your shoulder, your
neck. she rests you against her silken
body, like a lover
she'll always hold you-
always trap you.
untamed, she is
unwanted. unloved, she is the
lonely river girl.
her name was anne xietynor alive.her name was anne xiety6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she was neither dead
and her heart was left with the
because her eyes belonged to a crying bird,
always half blinded by tears
TH - Long lost friend Chap. 2"Hey twat face!"TH - Long lost friend Chap. 27 years ago in Teen More Like This
Bill turned around to recieve a face full of fist.
His fragile body fell against the hard lockers and onto the cold floor.
'Why?' 'why do they always hurt me still?...'
Tears began to fill up in Bill's eyes.
He tryed to hide them from rolling down his bruised face,
Wishing that this would stop happening to him.
The big brutal boy started to laugh with his head held high.
"That right, go cry emo kid!"
The boy then walked off disappearing around the corner leaving Bill on the floor crying.
Luckily for Bill school had ended so nobody else was able to torture him and further.
But that didn't make him feel any better.
Ever since the day when Bill lost Tom everyone blamed him for his best friends death,
calling him a murderer.
He was only 12 with a fragile soul that could easily be broken.
Now that four years have past the bullying still goes on.. would they ever live it down?
Bill knew full well that he would do anything to save his friend.
Heck, he would even jump infront
cvOnline olarak hayatını sürdürencv5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
kendi çapında inşaat ve cinayet şehirciliği
mükemmeliyetçi takım arkadaşı filoloji
deliliğini tecil ettirmiş iyi derecede gözlem ve algı
hedef kitleye yönelik içerik kaslı
yazılı ifadesi iyi ve dilbilgisine hakim etobur
disiplinli emir kulu marka bağımlısı
insan ilişkilerinde başarılı yamyam egzersizli
yaratıcı ve mükemmeliyetçi takım arkadaşı
gladyatör arenasında bekleniyor
DisownAnd it broke my heart but IDisown4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
killed every trembling thing. The yearning
spaces subsided, they were reddened, they
were convinced to stillness.
And it broke my heart but God
became God-in-exile, became
yearning spaces. I buried my demons
with a knife, and left them to it. Exile
was the new love, it was a barren land,
it took no prisoners.
And it broke my heart but the pieces
hardened, they were as clockworks,
they counted down the hours. I was
waiting, my body was a sharp angle,
a border, I was waiting, everything
had already happened, I had killed it,
it drifted through the motionless diaspora,
the hours turned on me and they had teeth.
the problem of evilHe fills his fingers with my skin.the problem of evil8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
You're quiet today, he says.
I do not tell him. I don't lift my eyes like the breasts of angels in churches. I do not tell himI am learning to accept the end of the world.
He pricks the back of my hand, and I bend forward, my forehead against my knees. I think about names and I wonder if I were to whisper the name of a long-dead mother, a hospitalized father, a brother in denial, a sister without her hair, a dog leaning on two stubby arms and a cat with her tail wrapped inside her mouth, a baby choking on the roots of life and a girl battling her Adams' appleI wonder if I could save them, my mouth choked against my jeans, his face tucked away in the crevices of my palm, a desert inside.
No, I say, I'm not.
There is an amputee in the dark playing war games. He presses shift and his gun comes out, and he hits ctrl twice to shoot. Two enemies fall with their arms streaming behind them, graphics tearing at pixels, his screen a mi
a girl named wild roseBarefoot,a girl named wild rose7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curled in the once pastel armchair
sun-bleached from clear afternoons
peering into the coffeehouse.
wavy in the lazy manner of wheat
fields swaying, bangs dangling over
My mind was a rush, she says, so i
came here and started on this book,
the not yet yellowed pages slapping flipped,
burying each other in the fall - what about you?
the sweat dulled sheen of her skin given
Purple Prints"Purple Prints"Purple Prints8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wear my
proud of the pain
with purple & blue
i don't like it.'
prints on her arm
braces on her
blue and green
soft as a
like ink stains
round and faint
fading with time
is the touch
"i'll fuck you up"
my skin is
my paleness my
over purple & blue
A Plea for You to Love MeA Plea for You to Love Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A star shines in the deep
A promise I hope you'll keep
A light in the darkness,
A love that is boundless
You leave me breathless
Wrap me in your arms and hold me tight
Please protect me from the night
Wish away my hopes and fears,
And always remain to dry my tears
Will you stay through my darker years?
Take me to a place
Where I don't have to save face
Make me burst at the seams
Don't forget how my eyes gleam
You are the subject of my dreams.
The RutDistance dissolvesThe Rut6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the rains
which run rivers
in a circle-loop rut
on the Tyburn Tree
with the crows
Dragonflies..Dragonflies..6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A night so warm upon a breeze
Sending shivers through the trees
Breathing life within the night
Creating beauty from the sight
As many dragonflies did fly
Their splendor lighting up the sky
and floating gently to the glow
The warmth, a guide of where to go
Wonder followed the candles blaze
A misty sight in pleasures gaze
A dream she held within her heart
Until the dragonflies did part
A memory stored, to remember when
A simple thought is needed then
To place a smile upon her face
This gentle girl of calm and grace..
CataleptDarknessCatalept6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is discord and decay:
stretched taut across strata
static ion dissonance.
collapse in the cataract-
avalanche of angles
cracked in cold-sweat panic attacks.
and spill a symbol code:
scratch-scrawled upon tape
and stuck fast
to tangled tongues caught silent
buried under umbrage
Behind the wall
no Outunopor entre o silêncio que nos embalano Outuno6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
pela estrada vazia ao descer a rua,
o cheiro a chuva que te cala a voz
aguça a fome que de mim é tua
durante a morte das folhas verdes
que choram secas pelo sol cinzento
há sempre o quente da nossa sala
onde a janela apaga o vento
é pelas palavras de chá com mel,
e rosas secas na cozinha,
que eu ainda te ouço sorrir
e a tua alma ainda é minha
enquanto me sonhas o cabelo
vou-me pintando cor-de-sono
e na verdade sou sempre tua
ainda que hoje (nos) seja Outono
Twisting and TurningSuch a sexy infection is making me illTwisting and Turning8 years ago in Other More Like This
You suck and blow and I watch from the sides
I'm praying to God what you're swallowing is filth
That the disease is bending and twisting your lines
What you do with pictures I'm carving with words
Do what you will this medium is mine
I'm hoping you're learning to control that sick urge
And if you'll stay away it'll all be just fine
Sinner and savior and monster and whore
Tell how your clients watch you from the ground
Keep on your smile while they ask you for more
We're all real honored to have you around
I hate how I work for what you get for free
But I'll keep coming back to remind you of me
HerstoryShe has a mouth on her,Herstory5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that woman down the street
with the magpie eyes
and the skin that shrinks away from touch.
She's a firework,
that woman with the ramrod spine:
she says she doesn't need a man
and two joined hands at the altar
are two hands wrapped in chains.
They murmur about her,
those women up the road -
in the grocery, at the bank -
painting whispered targets on her turned back.
They are caged birds, she says:
silent slaves in their own homes
tucking helpless husbands into bed
and wiping liquor-stained kisses
from their lips.
She lives outside of their boxes,
that woman with warnings splashed over her skin.
She lives strangely, gloriously.
Her skin is her own;
her words belong to her own lips.
Much better, she thinks, to rule alone
than to hide meekly behind a man;
much better to be a rocket, a supernova,
a voice cutting through the chaos and the chains
like a meteor
blazing through the heavy dark.
Beloved PakistanPakistanBeloved Pakistan6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Pakistan is my home. It's your home too; you were raised up on its soil. You grew up here out of the resource it had to offer you, you ate the food grown here offered to you, lived in the homes built here offered to you, were cared for by the people who lived here and wanted to care for you. By Pakistan I don't mean the dead land and its border. That's just a bit of earth. Pakistan is the living, throbbing collection of people. Pakistan is you and me, and all the people within this borderland who form this nation and have made it what it is. You don't live on a Pakistan. You are a piece of it. Whenever you go somewhere else you are still a bit of Pakistan. And whether you like it or not, you have taken from it. You've taken from it your friends, your houses, your food, your clothes, your possessions anything you have that was made in Pakistan, you've taken from it. That's why you owe it and have to repay it. If you don't, you are a thief and nothing more.
You go, fed and
Go OnCrouching in a corner,Go On10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a shadow in the darkness,
With tear stained eyes,
And a mind full of distorted visions...
Intricate crop circles corroding sanity,
Forever lost am I in patterns and puzzles
Divinely woven and held tight with silk
Lined webs of lies...
Alone, unloved, and afraid,
There's no where to run.
No place to hide,
No way to escape.
The voices get louder.
The final hour is here.
They've come for my soul...
But is it wise?
To take a life?
To surrender a darkened soul?
To face oblivion? To walk through
Is it fair to cry out only to hear no reply?
Is it too much for one second
To be used to care?
How the world is dismal and cruel...
The parallel universe extends
Its arms to me.
The beauty and mystery of the void...
Razor blade ecstasy, etching skin,
Creating flaws, creating imperfections,
They are disfiguring
Lines of death.
Crimson metallic bliss screams
A hissful roar and salty tears
Begin to burn.
The world is spinning and
Begins to dim.
Is it to