like a drugHe's my high that I don't want to loselike a drug6 years ago in General More Like This
He's my balm in this world of pain
Keep him close to keep him safe
you're like a drug I'm addicted to
It's like I'm the moth and you're the flame
you're not just anybody to me
I need you like I need air
He's my high, I don't need a fix
He's my drug, I don't need a pimp
He's my heart and soul, so keep him safe
An Entire Poem.There are a lot of thingsAn Entire Poem.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think you won't like about me,
like the way I sometimes
kiss you with poisons in my mouth,
like you may never want to kiss me again,
if I do that too much. Or maybe
the way I look when I pray
after I've torn off
my entire face.
I think you won't like the way
I sleep and eat and breathe.
Today I didn't shave my
legs or anything else
my hair looks greasy with oil
because I hate showers. I wish
that I were prettier, skinnier, richer,
I wish my vocabulary were bigger,
I wish I were a woman, or even
a girl. I wish that I did not hold
in my love, my affection,
my entire self.
We will live in a pink and blue
bedroom because girls
live in unicorn rainbowland
and guys will just
put up with that shit.
My father tells me that I don't need my meds,
I am stronger than that. I take bong rips
and draw pictures, the way trees look
mangled in my mind, I draw the beach
but I never go outside.
You are here,
to give me a hug and a car
When you leaveTwo motionless lovers bound in embraceWhen you leave10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her warm breath cascading down his face
The body asleep but the eyes still open
The eyes of his love watch every motion
But there is one fear that scraches his mind
If she were gone love could not be put behind
On one hand, live life, be free
on the other, hold mine, be with me
Now its four eyes of tears that dry on my face
Im holding you so close my arms start to ache
Known to cry at times of goodbye
I'll see your face in the stars of the sky
I live now for our time spent together
Ill be here waiting, our love can endevor
forgettinghowtobreathe.i. maybe if i'd dyed my hair one lighter shade of blondeforgettinghowtobreathe.4 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
or maybe if i'd cried less when you yelled,
you wouldn't have had a reason to stop and walk.
ii. maybe if i'd cursed everyone of your bones
or maybe if i'd bewitched the animals into hunting you down,
you wouldn't have been able to move away.
iii. maybe if my voice was one tone huskier
or maybe if my eyes weren't so sad,
you wouldn'tcouldn't have stopped loving me.
iv. maybe if i'd gotten sick instead of her i wouldn't feel so guilty,
and maybe you'd remember you had two daughters,
and not just one.
maybe i'd be happy, again.
(or maybe i wouldn't)
its a bird, its a bird flying
with one broken wing, and two feet and two eyes
and half of one heart, but he's still flying.
i'd like to fix him,
heal his bones one by one and
then kiss him good-bye
(he is just like you were- broken.)
but he is only a bird, and he is flyi
playlist memoryaloc-acoc - brand new;playlist memory5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
vermont autumn sadness in not knowing where the sadness spouts from, some mortal wound or artery thats gonna drown me eventually, no matter how deep in my pockets I try to shove my hands. cold dashboards dont do you justice, a lonely voice against pressing darkness and water ripples, bloody fingers wiped against blades of summer grass. this is a time during which I question just how much I am loved, and just how alone you are in comparison to me (forever feeling as though Im two steps behind you). cuts, pills, tears, fears, feathers, sharpie, and pain. my memories from then are a blur of parking lot lights at night, yellowed, smeared by shaky camera hand. fresh tattoos without their promised powers.
kicking your crosses down circa survive;
PossessionPick me up and spin me round,Possession7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Set me back upon the ground.
Kiss me hard and hold me close,
You are the one I love the most.
Oho! Cheat on me!
I'll get you now,
Wait and see,
Soon down you'll bow.
You belong to me,
again you are mine.
You heart is not hers,
and it is not thine.
You will love me,
or you will die,
and in the ground
Stare at the blade,
balanced on your palm.
Look up at me,
"Hurt me," I whisper,
"I've caused so much strife.
Haunt me," I plead,
"I've stolen your life."
Raise up my gun,
Point blank at you your face.
Fall to your knees,
frozen in place.
Your body they will never find,
But I know where resides your mind.
You live on for me alone,
A bloody Queen,
Upon her throne.
tenprobably somewhere from the bottoms of our hearts we are aliveten5 years ago in Other More Like This
for now we are empty
we are lusting
we are wishful
we have been beaten
our brains are almost
bullet points so def
Bored with youBored with usBored with you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bored with you
Bored with me
Bored with time
Love is gone
And so are you
Bored of trust
Bored of you
Bored of honesty
Bored of lies
Bored of time
Bored of dates
Bored of kissing
Bored of hugging
Bored of us
Bored of you
Bored of cheating
Bored of broken hearts
Bored of tears
Bored of gossip
Bored of you
The Ceiling Fan ClueWe thought getting him drunk would open him up.The Ceiling Fan Clue5 years ago in Humor More Like This
No. It shut him down.
An elongated snore came from the general direction of the couch, and they all turned to stare.
We need to wake him up, said Jude. Pump him full of coffee.
Hes allergic to coffee, said Noah. It makes his nose stuff up.
Coffee is just a myth, said Miriam. My granddaddy tried coffee every time he got pissed and all it ever did was give him the runs.
Jude took a delicate step away from the couch. After another gut-choking snore, so did Miriam and Noah.
Did he say anything interesting before he fell asleep? Miriam asked hopefully.
He said never trust gardeners and where did the ceiling fan go.
They all looked up.
The ceiling fan was gone.
photo albums and rubbish bins.one year for my birthday,photo albums and rubbish bins.5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
you said to me, "write a list."
"but i dont want anything." i replied.
"write it anyways." you said.
i left a kiss on your bathroom mirror, in my Amour lipstick,
the one you said you loved the most.
all i wanted was a kiss,
but i got home, and you had bought me a pillow, with a heart on it.
"it reminded me of you." you said when you saw my face.
"oh, thanks." i said, half heartedly.
i cried into that pillow for hours that night,
because you forgot to kiss me goodnight.
the same year,
i told you to write a list,
expecting you to say that all you wanted for your birthday was me.
you wrote a list, a whole sheet full of things that were better presents than me,
and i felt it in every letter of the alphabet on that page.
"whats wrong? is it too much?" you asked me.
"no." i replied weakly. "its not." and forced a smile back.
i got you a photo album, filled with pictures of you and me
and the rubbish bin we painted the sunday in june
cure.01.cure.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We met at the singles' line at the amusement park.
"Looks like you have no one to ride with either, huh?" he asks.
I nod and back away shyly. He takes a step closer.
"Look! It's our turn!" he says, and before I can argue I'm led to the very front row of the roller coaster and buckled-in tightly. The straps feel like shackles and suddenly it's hard to breathe. He notices my anxiety and smiles. I notice that the right corner of his lip is raised slightly higher than the left.
"Don't be scared," he reassures me as the trains makes its slow climb up the metal rails. He smiles asymmetrically again. "Take a chance."
I want to tell him I take way too many chances already but before my lips can move the train has reached the top of its arc and it's going down, down, down so fast, fast, fast. I'm not surprised when his fingers intertwine with mine and I grasp his hand just as tightly and we both SCREAM.
When we get off the roller-coaster our fingers are still firmly interlocked.
outside this car, the endwe are in the library, but notoutside this car, the end4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
really there is a stack of books that we like to hide behind
none of it by any poet we like
it is triumphant in neither sound nor stature
but the words erupt from my throat in rapture
because i need you
i will never admit this with closed wounds
but while they bleed, i am vulnerable and you are beautiful
i want to put you in my pocket and take you to bed with me.
the eerie comfort lies
loud in the way we cough up blood
to colour pale sheets pretty
they said we bled too much;
they are not anyone
not even a mother or lover or human
you are alone
but i am aloner
i want to trace my fingers along
the length of your back
and you could feel my lips moving
a-little-too-close to your ears;
they are like too-thick rope,
pink, raw worms knotted on themselves
but you still think it is nice
in the silence
the waves of feeling and panic become visible
i am a billboard with my intentions painted all over my skin-
everyone but you
JealousI'm not jealous...I'm scared.Jealous3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Scared I'm not enough,
Scared you'll never love me,
Scared someone else will be better.
I'm not jealous...I'm upset,
Upset because you don't want me,
Upset because you're not crazy about me,
Upset because I just can't get through.
I'm not jealous...I'm hurt.
Hurt because you make me feel so much,
Hurt because you don't feel the same,
Hurt because I'm not the one.
I'm not jealous...I'm worried,
Worried I've been waiting too long,
Worried you have passed me by,
Worried I've lost my chance.
I'm not jealous...I'm stupidly in love.
heart brokenIn my dreamsheart broken10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was me in your arms
My lips on yours
There was only us
And the clouds
And the stars
It was the world and us
It was us against the world
But in your arms I could take it
Anything the world dished out
And with your kisses I was strong again
In my dreams it was me in your arms
My lips on yours
But in reality
It's always been her