I Am...I am a tiger,
largest of the cats,
guardian of the jungles.
I am a jelly fish,
floating through the waters,
accidentally poisoning all who cross me.
I am a spider,
that terrifying arachnid,
creeping through your dreams on eight spindly legs.
I am an albatross,
soaring over the seas,
leading sailors both to their deaths and salvation.
I am a cobra,
king of all the reptiles,
blinding my foes with shooting poisons.
I am a newt,
regrowing limbs and eyes and tongues,
A Girl's Got to EatDana sat on the edge of her bed, staring down at the cold floorboards beneath her bare feet. The wooden boards were scuffed and grungy, the brown of the wood long since changed to a slightly rusty coloration, whether due to stains or use or what, she wasn't sure. They were as desolate as she; used over and over again, before being ditched as soon as the person walking could afford something better, the scratches shining like so many scars in the wood surface.A Girl's Got to Eat5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She wondered if the wood felt the pain of each scratch as she did.
Her scars were more internal than that, though. You had to look deep for the ones etching her body, from head to toe. You had to stare into her mournful, boring brown eyes for the scuffs others had left in their wake. Not that you'd want to.
Who wants to look their whore in the eyes?
Dana hugged her razor-thin arms tighter around herself, leaning so far forward that her head nearly touched her bony knees.
PlagiarismI have stolen your wordsPlagiarism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And inscribed them on a place
Where they cannot be erased
I have robbed your thoughts
And made them my own
By hiding them inside my bones.
I have copied your soul
And placed it where only I can see
So that you will always be with me
PossibilityIf the heavens stall,Possibility4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will be right here.
Together we would fall,
Into the sinking sphere.
When the stars align,
The past will come undone.
Together we'll combine,
Ignoring the lies we've spun.
Tell me you believe,
And say you'll be alright.
Don't you ever grieve,
For soon we'll reunite.
The red threads of fate will bind,
Your fingers to my heart.
Even though I'm blind,
These threads will never part.
In another life,
I would make things right.
Even through our strife,
Together we'll stand and fight.
In another life,
We'll be holding hands.
I will be your wife,
Together we will stand.
When time decides to die,
You'll then realize.
You'll look into my eyes,
You'll tell me that you love me
Right before I die.
Stronger.Five years is a long time to wait, but Ive been waiting on you forever. I've been sitting on your doorstep since before I could tie my shoes, waiting for the sun to come out, waiting for the phone to ring, waiting for your smile to bloom. Nothing could ever make you happy, but a smile from you would light me up for days.Stronger.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Summers were our haven, because you enjoyed being the destructive one and the sunlight made your broken bits shine even brighter. We would sneak out of our houses once the sun had set just to lay in the wet grass and tell stories of the things weighing us down, but it never seemed to make you hurt any less. My first taste of tequila came from your lips, when you decided that alcohol would make you feel like someone new.
The year my parents turned away was the year you took me in, the year we sat on your couch and tried to find shapes in your ceiling, the year we hid under your bed when your dad came home with that other woman. They didnt notice when we clim
Roads Not TraveledI am young and do not understand the world beyond my driveway. I have yet to step foot on sidewalks just past lines that are far too wide for my legs to cross over in one bound. Yet to see life from beyond my bedroom widow, covered with homemade curtains that only stay there because they collect dust far better than any swiffer duster ever could.Roads Not Traveled4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So do not ask me to write about streets I have yet to walk to upon and road I haven't traveled yet.
Because I cannot write about the boy that brought heartache, nor the empty spaces between bed sheets and fingers and heartbeats. I cannot write about addiction that leaves bones shivering in skin, fingers reaching out like skyscrapers in the midst of an earthquake shaking and trembling and so far the sky they've always aimed to touch.
I cannot bring tears to your eyes with stories of struggle and pain. My hands have never felt the weight of a gun and my ears never slept to the lullaby of weeping. My eyes remain blind to the color of blood