Black HolesThere was a childBlack Holes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Born into unhappiness.
She knew the sweet scent
Of falling snow
Ice crystals melting
From her eyelashes.
There was a child
Small and damaged.
She knew the black hand
Of cold regret
Her eyes the colour
Of heated sherry
Drowning out a past
She'd never forget.
There was a child
With broken hands.
And she knew the taste
Of paper lies
Her voice was the gentle
Curl of smoke
That she denied.
Why I Think Twilight SucksWhy I Think Twilight Sucks6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The majority of my non-working summer draws to a close today, and what better way to waste time than write? I must admit Ive been drawn to writing a little bit more over the past week, sparked by the visual consumption of Anti-Twilight rants. Many of the points I plan to bring up have been covered in every other Anti-Twilight rant that Ive read, but if this is the only one you ever plan on reading, than for the sake of sparing you the humiliation of liking Twilight, Ill cover them ALL as best I can.
Let me start right off the bat with the most obvious flaw in Twilight; the characters personalities (or severe lack thereof). Dont worry, Ill get to Eddy and Bellas dysfunctional relationship soon enough, but for us twihaters its obvious enough. For you Twitards, stick around. Itll save your life.
Let me start by listing a few of Bellas key attributes:
When Birds cryWhen Birds cryWhen Birds cry7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It is dark and it is gloomy
When the birds cry so do I
tread quiet, tread deepnight is the stale scenttread quiet, tread deep7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of collected breaths
leaving the light on
in spite of despising it
the almost never silent
and the body
hope is a half-truth
hope lies in hiding it
the days rest their weight
in the lines of your face
and they ache
skin's a scribbled-on postcard
sincere and unsent
and a memory's
where you left it
Sweet Agony..Sweet Agony..5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Reflection tears my soul apart
This aching deep within my heart
Of moments gone and memories lost
This love we dream, at any cost
The scattered days and lonely nights
Of secret trysts and fear that bites
so deep it burrows beneath my skin
of pain and longing, seeped in sin
I know the road that I must tred
but still I linger with such dread
For once you're gone, I am alone
My heart again, will turn to stone
Remember me with love and lust
The girl I was before the trust,
Betrayed the love that we once shared
Of days gone by when we once cared
Etched in pages of my life
Twisted cruelly like a knife
This heart, it bleeds, and suffers still
My sanity, has lost it's will
I shed my tears and walk away
To see, again, another day
Of love, that will forever more
Plant this seed of love to store..
LifeSitting upon the scorched earthLife7 years ago in Open More Like This
I gather soil into my palm
Light shines down through parted clouds
As a taunting show of the miracle of life
Weeping I see
A shoot grows in my hand
Cagebird - lyricsLately Ive been feeling so strangeCagebird - lyrics6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Like a tiny bird locked in a cage
I cant escape, my wings are cut
I cant scream, my mouth is shut
From behind the bars, I see a beautiful sky
Oh, how I envy all the birds who are able to fly
Ill stay inside this cage forever
Until I die and shed all my feathers
A cagebird needs no friends, isnt that right?
If all I know is darkness, how can I miss light?
Theres a whole world outside, unknown to me
So many places and things to see
Feeling so dead, I want to break free
I walk around all the time, I cant even sleep
Please let me out, Im going insane
I cant handle this, Im feeling so restrained
Believe me, I would shout if I only had a voice
I would fly away if I only had a choice
Lately Ive been feeling so strange
Like a tiny bird locked in a cage
I cant escape, my wings are cut
I cant scream, my mouth is shut
I ask myself Does someone hear me?
Ive waited long
Fuck BuddyI wanted to die.Fuck Buddy6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Why this was, I couldn't begin to express. The earth swung back and forth in a fit of despair, eager to rid the sunlight from our greedy eyes. Day by night, and back again, the world spun circles for us to fade away.
And it was this night that all of the chemicals aching in my cupboard, cried out to me. The knives in the drawer screamed in fits of fury, shaking and rattling for the chance to graze my skin. The pills in the cupboard, the cars on the road, the rope in my basement. Even my lungs wished to retire.
Maybe it was the realization that the universe doesn't care for it's inhabitants. Or possibly it was because my life could get no worse, death would bring better. My family was alive, but far. My friends were coworkers at a job I no longer had. The last acquaintance I'd spoken with was the Israeli man from the hydro company; he had a soft voice. Lovers wouldn't look back. Most recent was Adam.
I was picture perfect. He was blind, short tempered, and distant, rega
a cotton candy eulogya cotton candy eulogy7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We buried him in the shadow of the old Ferris wheel;
Sunshine Johnson, the tin-horn man. One arm wrapped around
the big sleep and both feet slipping. He'd found his little
piece of eternity.
"Consider this a send off" I said
and he smiled around a mouthful of dirt.
The day will come when we're all a lesson learned
and Johnson knew it. He put paid to pretense and
gave nonsense no nevermind.
These days, the buildings stand tall in salute. A city
upsprung in respect with all intents made purposes.
These days, the frost clings permanent and the sidewalk
lingers just a little too long. We placed our angels
in the pavement, subtracting breath from infinite.
It seems we've lost a step
to the aged & failing century.
Every autumn, I remember
a faded future's king.
Moon BreathMoon Breath by Wyn Garrett DawsonMoon Breath6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was seven
I thought the moon was the one
blowing winds across the dusk ocean.
I realize we're all spinning off
into a darkness that stretches out
farther even than I imagine.
Florida is making plans...we could shape the wordsFlorida is making plans...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
however we wanted
(we were young
and running off
heart to mouth)
but for all intents & purposes
it was goodbye
it's a mixed bag of depressing
to think of throwing away entire lives
of brokendown furniture
not to confuse purpose
it's just that
memories have a way
of soaking through skin
we're all four walls
with stories to tell
this is the sorrow
the last sleepless night
in a hollowed out home
we now conclude our broadcast lives
To RhymeWe've got death financing our glancesTo Rhyme6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With syllables we wouldn't dare
Push past our lips
Just in case Russia stole them away
She lives inside little captions that read
"Do not feed."
Or maybe they're cages and her captions
Are torn black and white like newspapers
That read cheesy headlines
Kinda sounds like something I'd say
Any other day but today
When ships that set sail
And celebrities on bail
That can't resist
The exact day withdrawal will dominate
Words that can't escape
Raped by the government and slander and wonder
And all the things I can't say to you
Because they just don't seem
AgeThe rain is spitting down from a galvanized skyAge6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The old man approaches the bank exterior
There are some people milling about inside
His face is a ruin of alleys and cobblestones
His back bent nearly double
He has that arms-forward orangutan shuffle
His mouth hangs open
He gets a leg up on the sidewalk and strains toward the double doors
He grasps a door handle and pulls with some force
Then he tries the next one
Then he tries again
There is a look of disbelief that he exudes
His trance-like look never alters
He notices a large blue sign with 18 words that state the bank is closed for repairs
It takes him a full minute to read it
BAAAH! he says
He makes shoo-fly motions with his hands
He turns and shuffles back to his subaru
Another defeat in a long line of defeats
Through the centuries we have not grown more intelligent or more thorough
Only more stubborn and more willing to disregard the obvious
pathos as a punchlineand then, mid-rinse, it hit me.pathos as a punchline6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's something a touch more troubling
about quiet desperation
showing its face during the
familiar & commonplace.
weeping in the shower; fully lathered,
red-eyed in the mirror;
shaving cream scattered,
small cut crowning
a procession of teeth.
crying at breakfast;
full stack of pancakes
cooling on the table.
miserable at brunch;
spinach quiche crumbles
collecting on the chin.
it's a fully realized sadness
fit to laugh at, on the screen.
it's a swallowing despair
to bear in skin.
To-Do List: April 200901-04-2009 Girls on train much prettier than iTo-Do List: April 20096 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
04-04-2009 Mother and son on train. One deaf one not. Guess.
06-04-2009 Where the clock stands
07-04-2009 Take a moment, drink a beverage
07-04-2009 I felt like saying i love you
08-04-2009 Street smells like cigarettes and earth
08-04-2009 I remember putting on my grandmothers lipstick
11-04-2009 Wise words on family from the girl in the bunny ears
11-04-2009 I'm trying very hard not to hold it against them
11-04-2009 She has no clean dry penguins.
12-04-2009 I love my city so damned much!
12-04-2009 Riding trains at night in autumn
12-04-2009 The glow from the city is pink in the nighttime.
14-04-2009 I'm afraid that you're loosing it.
15-04-2009 What are you waiting for?
15-04-2009 I tried and i failed. I'm sorry.
15-04-2009 Old flame getting new flame sparks jealousy still.
15-04-2009 I hope one day they'll be good enough for you.
15-04-2009 Thinking about the boy with the tongue piercing
15-04-2009 You're still a
DeadBroken wingsDead6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Fallen Angel dressed in black
She fell out of Heaven, no way back
Her peach skin turns so pale
Now that she is gone, she is made to fail
Those feathers becoming leather wings
So sad, circles of bloody things
A taste of death in her mouth
The old pictures of her passing youth
There is no place she can go
Her heart is beating so slow
It may finally all end
Then it will only be pretend
Lost PhotographsOld photographsLost Photographs7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ive got pictures of you on the beach
When you were young, pictures of
Weddings and Christmases beneath
Crepe streamers and paper chains.
I have memories of rough-and-tumble,
Of dogs and sunken gardens, I remember
Conversations and you getting older,
Though I didnt notice that, you were
Just always there. Always would be.
I moved away, and while I was gone you started to go.
You were frail and quiet at my graduation,
the last time you left home,
From a Mother to a DaughterDear Lynette,From a Mother to a Daughter6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Its me, your mother. Im writing to you because I think theres something wrong with that answering machine of yours and I cant seem to get in touch with you. Ive tried phoning, but theres never any answer and whenever I leave a message you never get back to me. Ive popped round to yours a few times too, but it seems I keep missing you. I do hope youre not avoiding me after what happened with your father. Id hate to think we couldnt put all this behind us. Cant we call it all water under the bridge?
Ive been spending a lot of time with Sylvia next door. She keeps going on about that computer of hers. Now shes in-line and has got herself a Twitter account something to do with bird watching I think - and how I should get my
The Thing That Scared MeLightning boltThe Thing That Scared Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
CRAK-A-RACKed so close to home
that i could smell
The BirdsThrough the sound of raindropsThe Birds6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and tick-tocks in the nighttime,
I hear the birds,
it calms me.
PillowsI always hatedPillows6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you put
your feet on my
To-Do List: December 200801-12-2008 Golden and dyingTo-Do List: December 20086 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
01-12-2008 To cuddle you would be a perfect sin
01-12-2008 Love cats of others
03-12-2008 I could have died tonight.
03-12-2008 I miss America so much that it hurts real bad.
03-12-2008 Who's up at two am in the morning? I feel like talking.
03-12-2008 I feel like shaving my head.
05-12-2008 Tali and the wabbits
06-12-2008 He's like you but younger
06-12-2008 I hate your smell
06-12-2008 Smoke smells of hair
06-12-2008 Jealousy is a wasteful feeling
06-12-2008 Wind through windows
06-12-2008 Visit me in my sleep and i'll remember it forever
06-12-2008 Missing guys she never had
06-12-2008 Made for each other but i still want you, made for each other but i still want more
06-12-2008 Not wanting to want you back
06-12-2008 Meeting with teachers for coffee, cakes and kicks
09-12-2008 The circus is back in town and i want to go!
09-12-2008 What are you writing?
12-12-2008 Fantastic sex and horrible jokes
12-12-2008 Wood smoke on a rainy day