breathe in wavesyou breathe in waves, softly crashing onto the shore-breathe in waves4 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.
you neverdarkness falls like shattered glassyou never4 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?
he loves like you lovejack:he loves like you love4 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.
river girlher eyesriver girl4 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.
like the sunmy days are starting to revolve around you, and my nights.like the sun4 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.
TH - Long lost friend Chap. 2"Hey twat face!"TH - Long lost friend Chap. 25 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
untitledwhen she sleeps,untitled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the inside of her mind is a spanish lullaby
just gentle chords strung into a
beautiful tapestry of sound. her skin
smells of oranges and cloves, and her hair is
cinnamon brown. she reminds you of
the feeling of waking up in the morning,
thirsty. she is the song you play for
every kind of weather
every kind of mood. you feel her
fingers on your cheek when you sleep,
you dream she's there with you. and even
when she's far away,
you hear her like the voice of a flute.
a haunting sound carried on
the wind, past hills and fields and
home to you.
june 5thisn't it wonderful, the way we get swept up in this sudden gust ofjune 5th4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
air and light? one minute i'm wiping the wind out of my eyes,
the next i'm staring at you, wondering if i know what you're thinking.
you're another page of a book, only this book that i'm reading i hope is mine
because when you touch my hand i can't remember what i'm saying, and
when you watch me i feel so exposed- a bird in the open sky.
it's like looking at the whole landscape below while it looks back at me.
you're the boy that can make me laugh endlessly, that keeps me up all night
until we hear the one and only train that passes my house at exactly 2 am.
(it thunders down the tracks for five minutes. five minutes of silence and noise.)
you don't leave until the birds wake up to start singing. you are honest,
and i could listen to your voice for hours. sometimes your heart
gushes out your eyes or mouth and though you're a romantic, i think it is fitting.
it's you- who loves the rain but has clear blue skies in your
her name was anne xietynor alive.her name was anne xiety4 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. 1TH - Long lost friend Chap. 15 years ago in Teen More Like This
Laughter filled the cold winter air,
as the two young students ran through the thick snow after a good day at school,
happily holding hands.
After running for what felt like forever the two boys finally collasped
to the white grassy surface out of breath,
still giggling away.
"That was fun." squeaked the small raven haired boy.
The rebel looking dredlocked boy could only giggle at the other boys cute comment.
The both lay there together still holding hands enjoying each others company,
while watching the snow gently fall onto there pink cheeks.
Letting time slip through there fingers.
It was getting late..
Suddenly the dark haired boy spoke up.
"Do you think.. we'll be friends forever.?"
A smile spread across Tom's face.
"Without a doubt my little Billa."
Bills face lite up with glee and wrapped his arms around his best buddie,
snuggling into the crook of his neck.
He loved his best friend, but most of all he adored Bill just being Bill.
A cute, sensitive
over the through...i'm growing towards the trees,over the through...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my arms stretched long and my hair turned to leaves.
i'm dying, dying to be alive, but all the rain is all grey
with sincerity. they don't hide; the cloud people. instead,
they hide you. and so i've lost the sun for so long,
and the stars, and your smile is only timid memory.
if i let my feet roam as they pleased, they would never stop
until they were before you. over cool clover and through smooth streams.
over the through and river the woods. step step step dance. never fly,
i'm bound to the ground by my toes. i'll run, though. run through
curtains of wind and away until my pulse no longer
blocks my ears and i can hear silence again.
or your heart music through your lonely ribs.
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mükemmeliyetçi takım arkadaşı filoloji
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DisownAnd it broke my heart but IDisown2 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 evil6 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 rose6 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
theShe slowly curved our insides to a mass of empty breaths, and when finally we would exhale and exhale, fight and desperately seek meaning in our wispy, airy contractions, nothing would come of them. A different way of saying: she had a death in me. Her hair, of red pine and willow leaves in autumn would sit lightly on her pale skin and oh, small shivers would stand still against my spine the5 years ago in Historical More Like This
Her knees were colourless; lines threw their bones into an awkward shape of round, what would normally fit wholly unusual, between her slender branches of legs and arms. Eyes, what could anything be said of them save for their lack of meaning? But yet, which could only entrance and bewilder. It was an illness that would only impale us, those, you and I - who could see the wonderment in such ordinary flesh. I cant quite think of the times Ive
dreamed you whole.
of monsters and menTime does not wait for you. He walks down the train tracks with squared shoulders and looks ahead like he is going somewhere. In his eye you can see the horizons of concrete buildings dying for a touch at the sky, raising antennas up to grasp onto God's outstretched palm. Time is the seventh grade boy in overalls who walks unfumbling along the gutter with his feet like bound rivers, and if he were to stop and smell the roses we'd all be afraid we'd have none left, sucked up his nostrils into the secret garden of his lungs. Time wears wristwatches like snakes along his arm, traveling up to find his clavicles bent out of shape with want and desire, and his knuckles could pinpoint you from miles away. Time is the seventh grade boy that you watch enviously, his skilled feet and his unfurled tongue and the confident way he sits at his desk and speaks Latin in school, and you are the kid who sits in the back row and draws ants on the back of his neck with your scrunched fingers, mumbling a dof monsters and men6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
ZipperIt happened again, soZipper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a zipper, I put myself back together.
I was cold, sleeveless.
The sky was sliding off my back,
like a heavy down coat.
My sleeves came off again.
Leaves slipped off the arms of trees
like Band-Aids that had lost their stick.
Snow churned its hair in the wind.
in my hair, stretching its wings.
Then a cloud of snow was leaving my chimney.
Winter it was ice all over.
It happened again, so I put myself back together.
The moon nearly shattered my window, wind was so strong.
The moon a photograph.
The moon a falling leaf.
The moon curled up in snow.
We zip it up, and turn our heads against the wind.
How our eyes become so dark, like shelves.
CataleptDarknessCatalept4 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 Outuno4 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
NaPo 4betrayal comes in many formsNaPo 44 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and feeds off bitter contempt
inspired by those who stab at others
whilst carving false hope
secretly praying for redemption
yet knowing they held every card
including the one which they hid up their sleeve
and so revealing the so called friend
Go OnCrouching in a corner,Go On8 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
Purple Prints"Purple Prints"Purple Prints6 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