Movies LieThe truth is
I always watch those romance movies
expecting to be that beautiful girl he sees in a cafe
that he can't stop thinking about.
The truth is
I've had songs and songs written with my name
that he sang to my window
chocked full of 'forever is in my eyes.'
The truth is
I've been that girl that he held hands with
in the grocery store, that tumbled after him
in fields, that stroked his hair in the hospital.
The truth is
he and I were like a movie
even when he yelled and lost his temper
even when I got insecure and couldn't take it
even when he lied and made me leave him.
except the part where he didn't chase after me
and I didn't cry the day after.
Sometimes people need a lift.Love hurts.Sometimes people need a lift.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't mean the stupid "you broke my heart"
kind of love that heals after you realize that loser
wasn't worth your tears in the first place.
I mean real love.
Honest, pure love. is so. painful.
I don't think everyone gets there honestly.
To give everything to someone.
I don't mean physically. I don't mean romantically.
Because in it's purest form, love can be felt with those who you give your entire being to.
Your pointless stories,
running errands together,
sitting in silence for hours in the same room,
your time and effort,
your most shameful moments,
allowing yourself to become vulnerable,
getting little notes on your door,
crying in the car as you listen patiently in the passenger seat.
Love hurts not because this person could break your heart.
It's so far beyond that.
It rips my heart out when you curl into a ball because some jerk told you that you weren't good enough.
I feel helpless to see you miserable, trying to make ends meet.
I've seen you br
I started to think about youa.I started to think about you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't think it's the loneliness
that gets me in the end.
Well I can play my own songs now
and you can listen to what I choose to strum.
Maybe you'll miss me for a moment
cause my voice once might have made you cry,
but you know we have plenty to keep us busy.
I'd be lying if I said that
you've disappeared after all this time,
because every boy I meet
turns into a beautiful monster
trying to ensnare me in his words.
Stay under my bed, cause I won't invite you in.
I'm stronger than anyone I know
(but I wish I didn't have to be) and
(I wish I didn't have to start over) and
(I wish I didn't hate everyone before I said hello) and
(I wish) ah, wishing never did me any good anyway.
I have discovered that it's a big world
and I was living in a dark cave.
I'm taking the exit,
and I am bathing in the light
and it hurts it hurts to drag myself
into this lonely landscape.
But god if I can make it up here
I need not worry about emptiness.
I don't think it's the l
How long have you been emptyThere is no beginning anymore, only an end.How long have you been empty6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
But what happens when the end never stops?
I once tried to dig for your memory, but instead I found open wounds that burned when touched. Why did you let me slip out of your mind so painlessly when you said you'd give up the world for me?
I'll carve my name under your eyelids till the blood stains your vision, and then you'll always see me. But you were blind all along, weren't you.
My own bleeding heart cried for months, but I've grown sick of looking at scars. So I finally erased you from my canvas, (though I really hoped it would end up beautifully.) There was nothing I could do to save it anymore.
Even so, you first gave up on me.
You simply found a new doll to play with and left me in the trash. It's such a shame you always break your dolls, but they are so fragile and you were never careful.
However, you were always good at putting a band-aid on the missing pieces until you found a repl
We're not beautifulWe're not beautiful5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The color red reminds me of two summers ago when this whole story finally began.
You would stand outside my house and wait for me to notice you existed.
You made me cry because you took the time to listen when I didn't want you to see.
you wrote my name. You spoke my name.
Those were the days I believed I was magic.
Street lights remind me of times I was scared to death, running away from my house
at 3 am for a boy I wasn't sure was worth the risk.
You were afraid too, but I needed you to be stronger.
I followed behind you down the street as you played your guitar to sleeping houses
and a foolish girl.
Scattered rocks remind me of the time I threw them at your window, cause I knew you were inside with her.
I screamed at the top of my lungs that I hated you both and then drove away.
Those were the days I knew I cared.
The dirt under my fingernails reminds me of the night you drew a heart in the ground
and you assumed I knew it was for me.
I remember those notes, one a day for
Magic in the StarsI tried to write a poem about the stars,Magic in the Stars5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or music, or even trees,
but all that came out were visions of you.
So I guess I'll just confess that
your face splatters across my mind in pieces,
because they don't all come together until
your fingers touch my lips.
I don't think I'm crazy,
but you are singing every song on the radio
and you are whispering in my ear
while you stare at me in the mirror.
You must be magic to be everywhere.
The kind of magic that
makes trees reach up for celestial beings
while we curl up between their gentle roots.
I've always wished on stars,
but I now have a reason to change my wish.
We're still too young to understand forever,
and I know the lights will dim for a while.
(I know of plenty of sad songs to keep me breathing.)
But you know where my star lives
so come back to me when you're ready
to tell me that I can stop wishing.
it doesn't matter what I try to write about,
because you are embedded
in every image
in every sound
in every word.
Fill my heart with stuffingHe called me beautifulFill my heart with stuffing6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but he never saw my insides.
I called you wonderful
but I have seen your smashed mind.
I stuffed my heart full
of cotton balls and empty time.
You're Always SorryI'm laying hereYou're Always Sorry3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
as everything i feel
jarsofbones. he steals spines, i've seen them.jarsofbones.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
locked away in wooden jewelry boxes, the surfaces adorned with
seashells & teeth.
i've seen the skeleton key, hiding beneath his tongue.
i see my spleen in the reflection of his eyes, hidden away in a glass jar;
dusty, in the back of his closet.
the word "her" is written on the side in purple glitter.
i've seen the virginity he's stolen, kept in wine bottles, the corks pushed in tight.
he's scratched tortured faces on the side with his fingernails.
he collects molars and stores them in jam jars, the way
some people collect buttons.
he has the word "agony" glued onto the side with hair.
he has my heart in a vase
and i'm still gasping. for. air.
EnoughWhen love isn't enough,Enough4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I guess it's that bottle of José Cuervo by your bed.
Or the twelve-pack in your fridge.
I guess it's the beer you bring to work in your pocket.
Because "it's a long drive home."
I need you.
I love you.
But your bottle's calling.
And I can't keep yelling over all the alcohol in your blood.
Home?She sat upon the porch stepHome?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wishing for passersby to notice
How much she needed help.
Her family screaming from inside;
A family fight had broken out,
And she was alone once more trying
To find ways to cope with every
Day life and the demands of such.
Not much made her smile
And not much made her happy
When she knew every day she would
Need to return to her home.
A house is hardly a home when
Love doesn't knock on the door
Even once in a while.
What They Don't Tell YouWhat they don't tell you about death is the phone call. They don't tell you that you can't tell the difference between a normal ring and one that brings bad news, that there's no warning and no time to get your bearings.What They Don't Tell You4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's a couple days after Christmas, and I'm on vacation in Williamsburg, Virginia with my family exploring the Jamestown settlement and the recreations of The Mayflower. My best friend hasn't returned my calls for the last two days, but finally the phone rings. So I pick it up, expecting a conversation about Christmas presents or schoolyard gossip. Instead, the voice on the other line asks to speak to one of my parents. I hand the phone to my mother and watch her facial expression change: her eyebrows come together, her forehead crinkles, the corners of her mouth turn down. Her voice becomes low, hushed, and urgent.
Finally, she hangs up and sits down next to me on the bed. Then she tells me, carefully, as if divulging a secret. My classmate of nine years died in a fre
The Point of No Returnshe tells me that there's aThe Point of No Return3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
difference- between jumping and
falling, even thirty one stories
I lace my fingers through her
coffee brown hair and tangle my legs
with hers like a safety rope.
she might just be thinking these
things, but thoughts are always more
dangerous than they appear. and
I don't want to search through
the crumbling layers of earth and cement
to find the last molecules of you.
the fingertips sliding over
my belly catch my mind wavering,
thirty one stories up. her brown eyes
dare me not to fall.
"what's the difference?" I whisper
into my pillow. her breath jerks in
her throat. "because," she answers,
if I jump, I'll find you."
the world watched the falling girl without a sound
into a dark nothingMy only regret was crashinginto a dark nothing3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
. . .
The Endlife is fast and death is quickThe End4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hearts slow down and minds play tricks
bodies fade and souls lose hope
reaching for the past, hands grope
searching for what can't be grasped
words will weaken into gasps
broken thoughts and shattered dreams
bursting from us at the seams
fear takes hold, time slips away
we grow sicker day by day
the pain won't stop, the hurt stays strong
it's been inside us all along
but will it end when we all die?
and in the ground our carnage lies?
FifteenI was only fifteenFifteen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Still just a girl
But at the time I was naïve
I thought I could take the world
So I did things blindly
I never thought them through
I never thought of consequences
I thought I had nothing to lose
That's when I met this boy
I could have sworn he was the one
And although he was much older
We never ceased to have fun
He told me that he loved me
And I said I loved him too
He said if I truly felt that way
Then there was something I should do
It was the backseat of his car
My body was shaking all over
He said I had nothing to worry about
And began to kiss me over and over
I told him I wasn't ready
That I was way too young for this
That's when he pinned me down
And called me a good-for-nothing bitch
I didn't know what to do
I was beyond scared straight
Then he wiped a tear from my eye
And said this would be an unforgettable night
I tried hard not to cry
Although the pain was hard to ignore
That was when he finished
And opened the car door
I knew I was only fifteen
forgetfulnessit's easy to forget, to be in the moment and you just start laughing along with everyone else and then you get the hang of it, smiling and talking and giggling. you're having a good time, right? there's nothing wrong, your mind tells you. you aren't exhausted from another night of staring at the ceiling, imaginary ghosts terrorizing your thoughts. you are perfectly fine, just like you should be. and then you remember. your remember that everything is not okay and maybe it's because of something someone said, that you suddenly remember that you are really sad, falling off into the deep end.forgetfulness3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you know the feeling- it's like someone just stabbed a knife into your heart, deflating it like a balloon, all the air rushing out at once, leaving you breathless, lifeless. your breath falters for a moment, your eyes zeroing in on some random object, your mind flying to somewhere beyond outer space, beyond anyone's reach. your heart starts beating wildly in your ribcage, fighting against the bars, a
Those Lovers All Keep SecretsI.Those Lovers All Keep Secrets4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I seem so cynical these days
only around you,
I want to live more every day
I remember you used to.
Those lovers all keep secrets
and make each other cry
but we're young and we all want to touch someone.
Your lips taste sugar sweet with words
that only make me ill
We learn lessons, we get burned
but pain is something real.
Those lovers all know heartbreak
and make each other cry
but we're young and we all want to love someone.
And I now understand the way you find yourself
always after empty comfort in everybody else,
and there are no more chances, the damage has been dealt
you can't give me
what I need.
You call me asking if I will
save you from this life
but I can't change the way you feel
my answers don't suffice.
The fire I throw at you
makes you feel alive
cause we're young and long for meaning from someone.
And I now understand you're only happy in your dreams
always after empty feelings that come from movie scenes,
and do you really think that love is eas
Don't you remember?we were addicted to each otherDon't you remember?4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
like an alcoholic is to alcohol
like water is to the ocean
like the stars are to the sky.
[we couldn't be without each other]
we all fall down sometimes,
but where are they when you need them most?
"I love you in bits and pieces"
he told me.
the alcoholic will stop drinking
the water will dry up
and the stars will fade away
just like you and me.
what could have been turned into doesn't matter.
GoodbyeThis is me walking away.Goodbye4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is me realizing that you'll never change.
you crossed the line from day one
This is me acknowledging that I deserve better.
than seeing you once a month
than worrying if you're driving after your tenth drink
than a drunken text message at two a.m.
This is me drawing the line.
why won't you let me help you?
This is the most painful thing I've ever had to do.
This is the end.
Please?"You should go to bed. You have to get up early tomorrow and I don't like keeping you awake," She said, staring at the floor. He lifted her chin to meet her eyes.Please?3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"What's wrong, Amybell?" He asked worriedly.
"Nothing, Chris. I'm fine. Go get some rest; you're going to need it." She said, urging him to lay down and go to sleep.
She sighed, knowing what was coming. She knew what was about to take over her mind and body in just a few moments, and she couldn't let him see. He didn't need to know how bad it was when he wasn't around; he didn't need to see how weak she became and how little control she had over herself.
He got into bed. "Amybell?" He said, when she didn't move to join him. "Amybell. Please tell me what's wrong."
She put her hand over her stomach; she was beginning to feel nauseous.
"Please, Amybell? I need to know what's wrong. Please tell me."
Her head started to spin. She fixed her gaze on a single spot and took a deep breath.
He got out of bed and cro
They ForgetFrom behind her mother's kneesThey Forget3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she told me:
"I like the sprinkles on your nose."
I didn't tell her then,
but I liked hers, too.
When she got brave enough to play,
we raced around the jungle gym
and pulled each other's hair.
They told me to be gentle with her.
I always was.
She was younger by a year.
I stood up for her when the bullies pushed her down.
how quickly they forgot.
On a hot summer day,
I took her with me to the creek.
I dared her to swim across
I watched the muddy waters
swallow her whole.
They forget that I loved her too.
I had it out for her in the beginning,
It was just a matter of time.
They hang their heads and mourn her,
they talk like I'm not there.
They forget that I loved her too.
It's all her fault they say,
they stare down the lengths of sausage fingers
fat with blame.
It's all her fault our baby's gone,
they say through gritted teeth
and look right through me
as if ignoring me would make me
just rememberif i throw insults,just remember4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
say "fuck you,"
it isn't true.
if i'm being selfish,
or a whore,
i love you more.
if i hate you,
leave you be,
come with me.
Destination: UnknownOurDestination: Unknown3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
forged from borrowed mouths:
rejecting our reality,
substituting their own.
s u b s e q u e n t l y
paying the toll
for such unconventional behavior.
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