tigers in cagesthere's a leopard under my stomachtigers in cages4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a boy above my back, feral creatures
marking my peripheries.
everything is made of hands slipping,
curling, gripping my thighs, of
cold glass on my forehead,
of two sets of bent knees and too much
confined heat and...
there's a blue gleam from the front seat
that reveals sweat on my spine and dark
curls sticking to my shoulders.
the moon comes and this space is crowded,
secret, shrouded by not-quite-midnight,
by four locked doors,
by one wild cat licking at my stomach,
and one who kisses my neck.
breathing is secondarythe tap water is too coldbreathing is secondary4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to rinse the ice from my throat
and the chill from my lungs
but what does it matter, when
the birds in my ribcage
are all flying, up up up
and through my skull,
and falling, down down down
and onto the floor
landing in front of my feet,
the same ones that
stood me still in the snow
and wouldn't let me leave
to find somewhere warm.
sunday thoughtsyou are glowbraceletssunday thoughts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and fireflies and oatmeal raisin cookies.
you are thunderstorms
and comic books and afternoons on the bleachers.
you are constellations
and crinkled denim and nights spent on the park bridge.
you are the best thing
i could ever hope for and i love you more than should be allowed.
shuteyegot my mamashuteye4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a golden needle,
she hid it
in the hay -
the sweet things in life
are worth looking for
'til your eyes just
epitaph erasedhere lie the deep-seated sinsepitaph erased4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the hollow-hearted youth,
of the kids who lie
with clammy hands
and half-mast eyes
gripped by late night desires
and words carved into tabletops,
words telling of
wet cold sheets
wet hot limbs:
here lie the unspoken truths
of the insignificants,
of the ones who sit
tremorscurled over a porcelain mouth, i let my dinner fall out.tremors4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's 9:33 p.m. and i think about saturday,
when rain hit the pavement like firecrackers,
the sky darker than the shadows behind the shower curtain.
i know there's a spider burrowed between those plastic folds.
funny thing about deep spaces; they feel better
when they're stuffed full. i think about how your fingertips
made my skin feel soft and breakable, how your tongue was warm,
about how my legs wouldn't stop shaking and you laughed, whispering,
well, there's this experience known as an aftershock.
hands clutching cold tile, water coming in spurts
from the faucet, i pretend that no one can hear me and bend my spine.
my thighs are still splotchy and red from bathing and jade green bruises
polka-dot my kneecaps.
sometimes i do things i don't think i should.
i've gotten used to
tell me when your heart stopswe are laying in cradles of heart stopping emotions, running through our hair on a sunday morning, and after confession and around mytell me when your heart stops5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rose colored rosaries. i want you to know that when you leave, i will be watching from our curtained bed room window and i line up plants under my feet because if i am going to cry the water might as well be
put to good use. tell me when you stop thinking, or stop breathing. tell me
when you hear silence so keen in the air you run back to me and realize,
i am gone. i never existed. tell me
when you loved me.
so that i can forget.
so kill me, mockingbirdi once said, listen up,so kill me, mockingbird4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because here's the way
it's going to work:
there will be milky ways
and mountains and clouds
dancing with rain,
the sun won't quite
look the same, and the moon
won't seem so dull.
i once said, come closer,
because there's something
that you need to know:
at night we'll breathe
against each other, move
with each other,
and our delirious melodies
will wake the waves
and shake the stars.
i once said, stay here,
don't go, never ever
but here i am now,
eating my words
from a silver platter.
i'm stillforming infinities from teardrops, calculating mind blowing possibilities from your slurred out words, running fingers through coarse piles of carcasses piled centuries high, mountains filled with emotions, i am creating a whole new hemisphere, a whole new planet, fuck pangaea when i can create my own war stricken, poverty thriving, judgmental hell hole we call planet earth.i'm still5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we're just run on sentencesi am camera eyes, taking snap shots of holy hemorrhages out east behind the ruins of a city full of liars and lovers and red wild flowers plastered under the noon tide sun.we're just run on sentences5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we, yes we, are all dying and so why water the grass if it is to just wilt in the sun, why eat if we are to rot under mounds of decomposed remains of the fools before us and oh the lovers strewn out five tombstones apart and a hundred centuries of love all mushed together under the ground in healthy patterns of crucifixes and i can feel it. i really can, when i walk down long dirt roads and along narrowing mountain peaks.
dead sparrows line the windowsill on a glistening morning not far from reality and i can count the snails leeched to the ceiling and the dirt around our cuticles in mere particle displays of how we spend our time digging holes a hundred feet deep and laying our pictures of a once happy time to rest.
mornings on suburban trainsdearest, you have thunder in your eyesmornings on suburban trains5 years ago in Teen More Like This
and lacing your fingertips
the mornings that you sit across from me on suburban trains; they are the brightest mornings of all. i could spend the whole trip admiring each curl in your hair and the shape of each fingernail if only i had the time. sometimes our legs brush when we sit across from each other, and my heart skips, but i don't think you even notice. your gaze lingers on the scenery outside the window; as if you wished you were outside too. as if the train was a cage.
if only you would let me, i could brighten your mornings too.
the afternoons that we exit the train at the same stop, they are the warmest afternoons of all. we split ways at the end of the station; i go left and you go right, but listening to your heels tap against the concrete even for thirty seconds makes me want to hold you in my arms and never, ever let you go.
the morning you smiled at me, i think my heart stopped momentarily. you had off-white teeth and dimples
can i stop answering questionswhen i am having anxiety attacks at three am, i enjoy the ghosts floating under my skin, giving me that quick rush of cold air needed to slow down my heart and speed up my mind. i'm teaching them to twist their transparent limbs between the two sides of my brain, maybe if i cut off their communication i can stop running my life in circles and my emotions can stop doing back flips off my aorta and landing mid center between two lungs not quite ready to handle a boy not quite ready to handle himself.can i stop answering questions4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
so you enjoy quizzing me about my own body. how many ribs line my left side, have i recently counted the veins spread eagle across my forearms, but what if i were to tell you i found a hobby, and that hobby found a hobby, and i am sure many more hobbies after that. what if my hobby was counting how many ways my body can slowly die, and its hobby was practicing this art at least three times a day and what if that hobby had so many more hobbies that were divulged so deep within my skin that i
absencesbut this isn't just distanceabsences3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as in space, not just distance as in
"i can't believe how far you
are from me, i miss you" -
this isn't just distance
in the way
that roads seem to spill over
hilltops for years,
stretching like skin across knuckles
but never ending,
this is the kind of distance
that isn't seen but instead felt,
that isn't marked by miles
or gas money and can't be pinned in two
spots on a map with red thumbtacks:
this is not hearing from you
and knowing you haven't noticed.
this is wanting to have you
and knowing you're just fine
this is the kind of distance
that knows broken bridges, that hurts
because it feels
like it can't be mended, and because
what happenedher face is a galaxy what happened5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they are all her stars.
while holding hands
with the boys
that like boys and
the girls that like
but just for today.
she can give you
and take it all away
in a matter of
showing you that
it's not the way it is
in the movies
life is not as
but she's here to
it's like realizing you spend
half your life looking around
but not really noticing anything.
it's like holding a dying animal
in it's last minutes on earth.
it's like knowing that you need
to be better.
lucifer's on speed diali told the devillucifer's on speed dial5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
that hell wasn't big enough
for the both of you
raining glass.she scratched words into the palms of her hands.raining glass.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'hope, peace, love, happiness, smile.'
all these things, etched into her skin.
blood ran through her life lines until she wrote in her own.
yet every time she looked and caught herself red handed, she started to cry.
she was caught an inch above where she really wanted to carve.
she was caught in the arms of her lover whom she knew to not be capable of loving.
she was caught in the teeth of her fake smile that made her cheeks ache.
she was caught in a glass house with no stones to throw.
so why did it feel like it was always raining glass?
mila.you're not the beautymila.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've always hoped for,
deceptive marigold yellow
sweeping from jawline
you promised to pay me
in bones; instead,
you leave me hungry, empty,
roaring in fullness with
the finger-twisting wish to
roil against the thunders
no limits or bounds
are placed on you.
you are a girl in your demeanor,
a woman in your experience;
the poise with which you wield yourself,
just how you
wrap your way around my torso
and knotted limbs,
i know you have done this before;
you have wreaked havoc on
tiny gorgeous veins and full cities
of hearts; pretty little mouth sucking hard
on sharp marrows, fragility a new
tattoo in the shape of butterflies; woven
carpets of hair in fine patterns
lining the floor;
oh, i know you've done this before,
i know i am not your first,
i know i am not your last;
and baby, don't you worry,
i won't let anyone tell
i am a story.i am met with unarmed smiles and i can't help but wonder why i put my guard up.i am a story.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i've been taught to smile at the mutilated and reach out at the scars.
these people have been taught to keep their teeth white and fingernails clean.
where have i been that it seems i've been pulled out of the ground?
a flashlight shines in my face so i squint my eyes real tight.
'jesus christ. there you are. people have been searching everywhere for you.'
my voice is scratchy but i say, 'i've been right here. i haven't moved.'
'how did you get here? why are you here? what are you doing?'
i process the questions and swallow them whole, feeling my throat constrict.
'i wanted to be where it was quiet. so i could think. i fell asleep.'
he looks down at me and i don't need a flashlight in my eyes for me to be blind to him.
'alright. well, let's get you home. you must be freezing.'
i give a small nod and push myself up off the base of the maple tree.
i don't think about what time it is or how long i've been
trust meunder these sheets wetrust me4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
create galaxies, be my
tour guide forever
i'mbricks blocking us in between the twin towers, screeching insomniacs at half past three am, coughing up secrets doused in blood swarming from your chipped toenails and down the sea shore, collecting spines and vertebrae, this is going to be a very happy un-birthday when i build you a prison from your parents remains.i'm5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
kept on crying.my heart is beating faster than your transcendental wings, branching out of your back and to the skykept on crying.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
like your eyes as i stand above you, questioning and relentless. i want to drag my tongue over your
throat as you whisper just to see if i can feel the jolt of electric sympathy before it dissipates
into the cold, autumn air. 'when did we come so far?' you asked me as we lay tangled in a pile of
limbs and sheets. i didn't want to reply but your silent tears spoke louder than God's voice and i
murmured into your long knotty hair, 'when we sat on the beach and counted the dead crabs and litter
and when your mom caught us smoking pot and pretend we were just smoking cigarettes and when i
fucked your brother behind your back and then you killed my fish. i know you did even if you've
never admitted it. we've come so far over months of time we wanted to hold so near to our chests
but instead we've fucked it all up and walked forward with our eyes closed.' you didn't reply but
kept on crying.
snow melting in midair.there are no words left in her system.snow melting in midair.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
she's beyond alone, and shivering cold. lying curled up naked next to her toilet she begs her unreliable god to let her sleep. she has vomit through her hair and she smells of cheap wine and stale cigarettes.
she feels violated and disgusting, and won't stop telling herself she's a failure.
[but gorgeous, dark haired honey, look at you,
he cries in the shower so no one will hear him. all he can feel is hot mist filling his lungs and cold air falling over his skin from the open door. he lets the water drip down and over his open lips, as he reminds himself how horrible he is.
he falls to his knees and then to his side and the numbness kicks in, the terrible aching pain but the inability to cry, to eat, to sleep.
he tells himself he loves her. he loves her. he loves her.
[but pale boy, what do you know
the roof is spinning and the she tells herself the more she takes the faster she'll fall asleep. they're small - easy to swall
titles don't mean a thing"i swear, i fucking swear. i can't do it any longer."titles don't mean a thing5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"er, what do you mean?"
"i can't pretend i have feelings. or i care. or my heart actually pumps blood, or emotions. or whatever organs are meant for. i can't pretend to exist, or to love. i can't do this. i just can't."
"are you a conjumbled boy?"
"i would like to think so, yet not even. i am made of nothings and pretty pictures frames smashed against concrete walls. i like to lick up glass and cut open flower stems."
"would you like people to know you exist?"
"the funny thing is. i don't. never have. never will. empty shallow shells can't have existence, no page in the dictionary. no synonyms in the thesaurus."
"well, what about antonyms?"
"oh yes. there are plenty of those. try adding meaningful and loving. caring, and existence to the list. see how they fair. it is a fucking house full of things with worth. antonyms, those son of bitches, they have made me."
"can words really make a person?"
"ha. that is like asking if pages real