there are things you just doHere we go.
Your middle name?
Your favorite flower?
It'll be the one I give you when I realize that I am completely and stupidly in love with you. It won't be something that you'll expect. It won't be much at all. That will make it much more special.
It doesn't matter where you look. You'll believe what you want, because you're that sort of girl.
I'm so afraid of you that I feel the need to defend myself.
I'm so afraid of myself because you're right.
And I admit, you are a bit of a crazy.
...Is your middle name Marie?
Emo Collabyou're all earsEmo Collab5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'm all scars
i've been bleeding this black mascara
for the past seven years
lucky numbers and fashion statements
and i never said i wouldn't regret
cold blade on my skin
soft steel screaming
"let me in" ~MMB
thirteen bloody seconds ago
i was just another hourglass figurine;
now my sand flows crimson red,
and time is subjective. ~STQ
almost done, almost gone
almost perfect, almost wrong
never fake but never real
i never mattered
i'll never heal
break me open once again
one last time
save me for the first time
no more lies ~MMB
bring back the razor,
sharpen its edge.
take back the bleeding
and salvage the bled.
cut it all out
then sow it back in;
suck up the stainless
to seperate skin ~STQ
this steel will stain tonight
from the bathroom floor
to my bedroom door
leave the walls and carpet with the story of my life
i spent too many tears on this
i'm a lost cause and everyone knows
just coated with gold
see the scarlet underneath my wrists
Ixcheli. every letter fell as though itIxchel5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deserved a standing ovation:
"y-o-u a-r-e m-y s-u-n-s-h-i-n-e o-n g-l-o-o-m-y d-a-y-s"
ii. the sky wept for two weeks straight
and i declared you the ninth color
in my rainbow
iii. we found our pot of gold
sloshing with fresh water
what is it to grow.i'm over the mountains andwhat is it to grow.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cold kisses, colder hands
gliding, flying, running
i'm past that, really
it's okay if you don't talk anymore
i don't want to hear it, don't need the
crying, laughing, faking
blaming on "coping mechanisms"
blaming for everything
i'm really over the past
i feel ready to love again
hold her, tell her
care, caress, adore
commit to something new
commit myself to someone new
- - - - -
i find myself
rewriting unsent notes to say
"in regard to formality and passion"
and recollect our time spent
tracing fractal fairy-tales
dreaming of living in three dimensions
before our personalities flattened
and we became dull and colorless
open canvases closed and entitled:
"for another day"
i'll always treasure the first kiss
the good times we had
escaping and blaming and loving
coping for mechanisms
sharing those notes
being two in dimension
one - Two Dimensionally
lessthanthreelessthanthree5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i prefer the passion
in a moonlit kiss
to just the touching of lips.
monday, fridayyesterday is when we lived,monday, friday4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and tomorrow's when we die
today is just the space between
the loving and the lies
these white room walls are
insecure and as barren as my mind
these white room walls are
insecure and fragile you will find
this isn't pure and we just
hide from our original design
yesterday is what we had,
and tomorrow's what we need
today im just the king of want
and the queen of human greed
we live in moments black and white
the grayscale where we hide
we live in moments valueless
and with depravity derive
a love a loss a loss a love
a lament of the times
yesterday's our memory,
tomorrow is my dream
today I wait for every day
and they're bleaker than they seem
i hate to hate and hate to hate
but hate is what makes sense
when we wage our holy wars
the hate is evident
i have no hallelujah
for the god-damned heaven sent
yesterday was yesterday
and tomorrow still might come
but today's today is a broken day
and setting with the sun
i still want to rise again
but will i rise for
PityPity is a strange thingPity6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's what you want
Whether you'll admit it or not
Deny that you want it
So you'll only receive more
Lie to yourself
Lie to us all
The only way you can pay
For your addiction to our pity
memory laneit took twenty minutes to stretchmemory lane5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and another five to find my feet
i decided on a nice long run
to escape the past
picking points on the pavement
and making them goals
calling them the future and trying
to pass and give them distance
so the tears would dry
by the next time around
but i was so tired
of going in circles
and my legs fell away
face hitting the dirt
up a swollen throat
onto the shoeprints of the last
seven and one third miles
- - -
it's hard to look back
COLLEGE ESSAY+PLEASE CRITIQUEOnce a child of cliches, I ate my words.COLLEGE ESSAY+PLEASE CRITIQUE5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Was an overweight proud-to-be American.
Digested one too many talk radio sessions.
Frequently brushed my teeth, forgot to floss.
Woke up with morning breath.
Born through teenage parents,
Put up for adoption.
Taken in affection, unrequited;
Childhood scribbles on the wall
Told of my life story.
Made love for the first time and knew
What it was to write poetry.
Bored of the forwardness in prose;
Became a fan of haiku and freeform.
Lost interest in high school.
Read John Galt's speech -
Best two hours of my life.
Stumbled into class late;
Pondered objectivism in detention.
Cursed Ayn Rand.
Snuck out at night; lost my shoes.
Went skinny dipping; lost my clothes.
Gave in to desire; lost humility.
Second guessed religion; lost God.
Learned the ways of passion; discovered magic.
Household turned warzone.
Fought for gay marriage
And an allowance.
Score one for homosexuality.
Zero for my bank account.
Began having exclus
The Forgotten OneIm the forgotten oneThe Forgotten One6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the shadow of your world
The lost rose
The soft eyes,
They no longer look for me
Your love is gone
My soul is gone
My life is gone
Im the unloved one
In the memory of your world
The quiet harp
The gentle touch
It no longer soothes me
Discarded once more
I sing no more
You love me no more
Im the one
At the end of your world
The saddest songs you play
Are on the strings of my heart
I will see you again
Im blind but for you
Seventeen ::Frerard::Hes been seventeen for about ten years longer than he should have been. Hes not quite sure why, but he likes to think, to speculate, that maybe its because those are the days he likes to preserve, to keep locked in an air-tight jar and stored somewhere where he can always see them but never lose them. Because those were days of sun, of simplicity, when things hurt for the sake of hurting and not because there was any real stimulus for pain. Because back then, back in those sweet, blue-skied days, the two of them made love in the storage closet where he worked and they ground against each other in a blurred, swirling mixture of color and scent and hips and rounded, wet tongues and names that were gasped in mindless moments of physical and emotional passion.Seventeen ::Frerard::6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He should have turned eighteen (and nineteen and twenty) but somewhere along the lines he placed a roadblock in that path and his mentality slammed head-first into that stubborn wall. He refused to change because if
..Dissatisfied..Im starving. Im so horribly, painfully hungry for something I cant have. Id like it to be simple. Id like to be able to get on my knees and beg and plead and pray to whatever God is out there to make me feel full again but I cant. I cant. Its an emptiness that cant be filled. I can sustain myself on little things. Things that dont make me happy. Things that feign sustenance but in reality do nothing but fool me into thinking Im complete. My insides are devouring themselves. Im involuntarily killing myself. Id like to be happy. But Ill always be dissatisfied...Dissatisfied..6 years ago in Other More Like This
crossedwe loved perpendicular,crossed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like tic tac toe.
now you're my ex
and i'm your oh.
interrobangThis is how it starts; A heart, a pulse, a smile, a punctuation.interrobang3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These are the things you've reintroduced to me. These are things you've
brought to surface. These are intimate things, and we are closely
acquainted. These are things we do.
This is how it starts; A heart, a pulse, a smile, a punctuation.
A question, an exclamation, a semi-colon, a colon, an ellipsis. (...)
This is how I become comfortable with permanence. This is how I become too
comfortable with you. This is how I know the permanence of wanting, needing,
and understanding. This is how I become comfortable with letting myself down.
This is how I understand that I am not the material of permanence;
I am an August, I am rush, I am how it ends.
I am pierced, inked, colored, (wronged, righted), me.
I am falling oranges and reds and yellows, falling branches, falling comforts.
I am a beautiful decay to Winter; I want nothing more than to be reborn.
I am dreams of Spring, regrets of Summer, and nights spent quitting (or wa
A Theft Of LoveHello, this is the police, can I help?A Theft Of Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, I appear to have had my heart stolen.
When did you last have it?
Last night, when I was with him.
What were you doing with it?
I was sharing it with him, and then he stole it from me.
Can you describe it for me?
Its not perfect, but it is big and it holds a lot of people close to me.
Can you give me a full description of the person who stole it?
He was the man who I truly loved.
Gave everything too, took nothing from.
I cared for him.
My perfect dream.
My soul mate.
Well, well be round soon, just remain calm and .
How can I?
Hes broken my life.
Hes corrupted my trust.
Hes destroyed my faith!
Please, maam, youll have to calm down
I loved him.
We were going to be together forever!
My eyes to his...
My mouth to his...
My love to his
Forever and ever
your voice is haunting me.the only reason i started was because i love you, but we all know love ends and leaves only the small residue of slightly happy memories and even more dreadful mistakes. one of those mistakes was getting too close to you; letting you in. breaking down my wall seemed to be easier for you than most people. and believe me, i spent all of my time building up that wall. now that you know everything about me, i have nothing left to give. nothing left to be just mine and savor when there's no one around. i don't know what to do with myself now.your voice is haunting me.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
the only thing i hear anymore is your voice. well, i think it's your voice. the tune is a little off because you always seemed to change it whenever you got bored, and the way i hear my name doesn't sound quite right. nothing sounds right unless it's coming from you. nothing is believable unless you make the promise it's real. but now that you won't speak to me, nothing seems real. and this alternate reality is really starting to upset me. was this y
Love like PoisonBroken vacant smileLove like Poison6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Living like it's out of style
Crying like a starving kitten
Dying like you're the victim
Eyes burned into shallow holes
Silver needles stab your soul
Ruined like a drunken sunset
Guiltier than all the rest
Injection is your self-rejection
Armed with liquid love and affection
musicomansahborn with a twinmusicomansah4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
his electric violin
they played up the umbilical cord
in the gaping womb stadium
so quick to be independent
freddy left home
his brother in arms
they sang up a song:
aint no venue too big
for me to be king
aint no crown too big
for me to sing
a man of harmonious virtues
and rippling structure,
freddy prayed up the sound
his song was of rapture
but lifted us down
FREDDY WHY FREDDY
a man of strong religion
who believes in no other,
his body heaved for the clouds
and slammed back to earth.
fingers toward the sky freddy rose
to arpeggio the fifth
a sound so heavenly
god felt ashamed
the angels broke all his bones
and gave to him blood
they gave him new riffs
and called him a herald
with blasphemous ardor
he harked to the devil
with his sibling rebel
FREDDY WHY FREDDY
you could've opened for
St. Peter and the Anti-Hell
his closet skeletons
danced the macabre;
his path home unraveled
freddy why freddy
was built f
smiles down on usscreamed at fever pitchsmiles down on us5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
is the burning horizon;
love is no
to the world.
lingering in parted lips:
sense to me
is our passionate romance.
Emptyto replicate the fire you ignited in my chest,Empty5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or to fill the emptiness left in its wake
white noise footworkwhen you leavewhite noise footwork4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'll walk on past
when we talk
i'll talk right back
when i turn
then you'll turn too
talk to me
(i'm leaving you)
it'll kill you firstwhat not to tie around a broken wrist:it'll kill you first4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
01: a piece of ribbon, stolen from this year's Christmas presents
as it will only make you remember the moments of complete silence
when your uncle asked, "What died in here?" to the burning biscuits
in the oven only to remember and quickly apologize, ashamed. It will
remind you of your birthday when your mother tried to wrap your only
birthday present with shaky fingers and a bottle of painkillers. Hidden
by the nurse until your day came, she stayed awake to ask, "Do you
like it?", even though it was just a handmade scarf and knit sweater.
02: a watch for it will only remind you of how much time you spent
building sandcastles in the front parking lot of the hospital, in the
back yard of your house, in your locker at school. It will remind you
of all the times you thought you could take on the world again, only
to have your legs knocked out from underneath you before you had
the chance to stand. It will remind you that time is all we've got.
this is new.the bombs put me to sleepthis is new.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the cancer eats away
at my gorgeous insides
because it's nothing new.
i've found home in your arms
and bruises on my thighs
throbbing to the most
wonderful tune you've heard.
i'm bleeding from places
i never knew were there
and my eyes keep twitching
when all i can see is you.
you tell me how crazy i am
for still being with her
when all she's ever done
is tear about your soul.
i tell you that all i want is to
s a v e h e r.
but no one wants to be
they just want to die
in the worst way possible.
this heart can't break."i don't have a heart." that caught your attention. your eyes slowly found their way to mine and the thin layer of tears formed on the edge of those beautiful spheres. "you do have a heart. you do. even if it's not beating, it's still there." i wish i knew what it felt like to be as sure as you are. as alive as you are.this heart can't break.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
i'm not exactly sure how you did it, but you always knew exactly what to say. you handed your words to me, and i took every one. i felt like i may have been greedy, but they were meant for me anyway. if someone else needed you, i'm sure you would notice. i'm sure you would care. i'm sure.
you let go of my hand and walked the other way. you said that you would see me tomorrow and then that was it. that was it.
"i love you too, but she needs me." she. i should have seen it coming. your kisses were lightening. your words were meaningless. your goodbyes seemed to be louder than before. and now it's too late to tie you down and save you for mys
how to live without dying.i should have known that you wouldn't give up on ending your life. even for me.how to live without dying.5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"look, nothing bad's going to happen!"
you don't know that.
"i'll be here forever, i promise."
don't promise me something you can't keep.
"i can keep this one."
whywhywhy must you keep on trying to take your breath away when it happens to be the only thing keeping mine in place. just breathe. if not for me, then for God. He told me you were meant to be great, but we all already knew that. love is produced in your fingertips and you spread it to everyone you touch. when you leave, you're still there. through love. through whoever you have truly touched. through the carbon dioxide trapped in tight spaces. if you leave, so will everything you've left behind. maybe. or not, but i'll just keep telling you this because i still need you.
and i will for the rest of my life.
you're taking the risk of leaving me before i can handle myself. the lies i tell myself are really st