That's what I call LoveI love him...That's what I call Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of course I do
He's my best friend
I don't know what I'd do without him
I stood by him
when she broke his heart
And I helped him
put it back together
Just like he did when that boy broke my heart
I sat next to him
when his parents got to be too much
And I helped him
find reasons to smile
Just like he did when my parents made me want to run away
I was on the swing next to his
when he just needed to not feel alone
And I helped him
know that he was wanted
Just like he did when I thought I would stand alone forever
I lay next to him
when life wasn't fair
And I helped him
remember that everything happens for a reason
Just like he did when I thought I was being pushed too far
I stood by him,
He stood by me.
I sat next to him,
He sat next to me.
I was on the swing next to his,
He was on the swing next to mine.
I lay next to him,
He lay next to me.
We don't see each other every day
Not even every week
But love isn't being inseperable
It's being separated and nothing changes.
Lie to me Lie To MeLie to me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lie to me,
Tell me everything will be okay,
Fake the comfort,
Say tomorrow will be a better day.
Hold me close,
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
Don't let go,
Pretend that there's really no reason for me to be here.
Hide the evidence,
Destroy the proof,
Make up an excuse,
Do what you gotta do.
Forget "We Miss You" cards,
Screw any "Get well Soon" letter,
Cover the concern,
Just tell me I'll get better.
|)0 you l o v e me EnOuGh to
Pi PieHad it really been a year already?Pi Pie5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His memories were still so fresh it felt like only yesterday that he had pushed her on the swing, her laughter rippling through the air like waves over water.
As his fingers glided over the keys his eyes glided over the arrangement of little paper darts on the shelf. He had gotten one every week when she was away, neatly folded into envelopes and covered in her tiny writing. Each contained a secret about her.
"That way, I'm flying to you, no matter where I am," she had explained.
A sad smile played on his lips as his music moved the air around him, sounds building up like longing coming to life.
He remembered the pi pie he'd made for her amusement. When it was ready, he had led her into the kitchen and sat her down at the small table. She'd stayed there waiting patiently, only her eyes moving and following him. Smiling, she had reminded him of the Mona Lisa. But she had been so much more beautiful.
Had it really been a year already?
You're Just That CaptivatingYou're right thereYou're Just That Captivating6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
next to me
but I won't look
because I'm afraid you'll catch me staring
because you're just that captivating
God shaded them with the softest shade of black
a black ocean
soft to the touch
but hard at the hit
a hidden melody plays between the words of sadness
a dark symphony
spine chilling at first sound
but gripping at second word
a sheet of black that perfectly covers your eyes
that way no one can see them
unless they really want to...
hide your eyes from the world but keep them for me,
that shade of black hypnotizes me
ill be lost
lost in your sea
lost in your symphony
and I'll do it happily
because you're just that captivating...
AddictionAddiction6 years ago in Other More Like This
I cant stop shooting you up.
I jam the needle of promise in quickly forcing your liquid words home.
I hold my breath for an instant letting your sticky verbs wash over me.
Its been too long since my last fix and I savor as much as I can before your power takes over.
Finally, your seeking terms dirty me up properly; my head teeters and my eyes roll back.
I can feel you.
Reality fades as you take control of my thoughts and my poetry.
Passion burns my flesh while ice gnaws at my gut.
My blood boils as my bones dance outside my body.
I taste sweat and pain.
I see blood and guts oozing as I offer a half hearted lust filled smile.
I think Im trembling but uncertain its from fear or enticement.
Perhaps an unhealthy mixture of each.
Not sure if I really care anyway.
A shaking pen writes of salty sugar and sweet horror.
Addicted to you, I can do anything.
With you inside, I can decorate the world.
:.Hopeless.::.Hopeless.:11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Insecurity covered with careful dreams,
she's not as confident as she seems.
She looks at night and wonders why,
she yearns hello
but hears goodbye.
Through tears she manages to say she loves,
acts sick of hurt but hasn't had enough.
Hollow inside she wants a heart,
begging to hope
but lost the start.
Throws life away for rough, sugar nights
explores love brawls without knowing to fight.
Hopeless, she knows, but doesn't care
searching for beauty
but is still too bare.
Disgust bubbles and boils inside her veins
tries to be cool, but cant remain sane
Doesn't give up, she hates logical
searching for faith
but none is possible.
Thinks maybe someday she'll depart from pain
nothing to lose, even less to gain.
Blinded she is but wont let go,
she has no chance
...but doesn't know.
when i say one day.one day, i'll smile when i remember you.when i say one day.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
if the winds of change have stopped blowing and i find myself tossed out of the gusts, i'll smooth back my hair and sink to the ground. and if it is silent where i sit, i'll close my eyes and face the memories i've been running from. i'll remember the way you ducked your head when you laughed or contorted your face to catch me off guard. i'll remember the way you could slip a word into a conversation that would completely derail me and how you'd use your next breath to scoop me back up. i'll remember the way i was never sure of where i stood with you but how i always knew i didn't want to be standing anywhere else.
that's when i'll lay down on my back and let my thoughts off their leashes for a while. i'll let them yip and howl and run in wild, arcing circles. i'll see your face rising above their writhing forms but that won't surprise me terribly much because you're so often with them.
and it will make me think of the first time you
The Language of BirdsThere has not been a customerThe Language of Birds9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in days and the rusty scent of dust
has overpowered the scent of gasoline.
The man feels his crevice covered hands
through fingers feeling leather, feels
his overgrown face feeling leather and moss.
He works alone and spends his days
growing his beard, for nesting perfection
for the yellow bird which keeps his fingers
occupied. He is learning the language
of birds for coaxing the yellow one back
home. He writes lines of poetry
on the wall behind him and translates,
and catches himself speaking these lines
mesmerized, memorizing, coaxing
what he thinks to be original thought.
(His fingers twitch, making dust rise,
feeling the inside of his nose.) He silently
recites these words meant for speaking
to humanity, for letting a woman know
the extent to which one admires her fingers.
the cocooning of pangeatell me about continents and oceansthe cocooning of pangea6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'll tell you about highways
and i say:
that isn't an ending,
need to change.
and i say:
we all need to change,
even beauty must adapt.
and i say:
TURN AROUNDNegative ThinkingTURN AROUND6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am unloved.
I will not be decieved into believing that
Someone will one day care for me.
It is inevitable that
Tomorrow will be as bad as today was, and
It is obviously foolish to predict that
Anything can improve,
The idea of kindness is
Not a path to greatness.
Doing the minumim is
To try my hardest is
There really anything important outside my own needs?
The benifit to the question; is
A greater power actually out there?
Has yet to be discovered, and besides, there is
A great reward for narcisism.
No one is more important than myself.
It is foolish to believe that
There will be something to look forward to
When I die.
Let's reverse this frame of mind, shall we?
Dear My Good Friend...Dear my good friend,Dear My Good Friend...6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Thank you for being there when I needed you. Whenever I wanted to take out the wall and beat up the badass in the class, despite the evident death wish. Thank you for the pat on the back when I cried. Embarrassed. I prided myself to hide my tears. That's nothing to be proud of now. Thanks for the hugs when I felt like taking a stab at the bricks with a blunt butter knife that I've never used for butter.
I felt alone. I don't like looking weak. Women have just as much right to be as strong as men. No less than they are, and maybe greater. But everyone is weak.
and everything in between.
So thank you for being the friend that I could vent to. That I could rant about how much I hated someone or how frustrated my parents were making me. The stress in my life that health teachers blabber on and on and on about. Telling you, "Deal with it in positive ways."
Life is just unfair and it's unfair that it is.
And I want you to know that I'm there for you.