This FoolThis Fool10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I didn't know where I was headed until I,
Woke up this morning.
I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and I,
Read the classified section.
I didn't know who I wanted to be until I,
Walked outside and saw the blue sky and the white clouds and I realized..
I don't want to be anybody but me,
I love the way I smile, I love the way I steadily breathe.
My hair is knots and so is my stomach,
But I'd rather be this fool.
Sometimes I'm a mess and I feel like I'm being chased by my past,
I just hold my head and wonder how long these feelings will last.
And there are times when I am a lost cause--a deer struck by an angry car,
Broken bathroom tiles, an eviction notice, a forgotten rock star, but..
I don't want to be anybody but me,
I love the way I laugh, I like the way I fall.
My steps are without confidence and so is my heart,
But I'd rather be this fool.
Everything in life changes--no matter what, this much is true,
The sun goes down, the moon comes up, the sun goes down,
hush,When Mae was born, the room was silent.hush,6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mother, and her heart were torn up in the insanity that occupied her mind. Mae was not celebrated, showered with gifts and flowers. She was just, there.
As she grew up she realized that the only thing worse than dying too young was not existing at all. Or rather, existing in a world where no one knew your name.
On her thirteenth birthday she decided that blood was a beautiful colour and so she painted her eye lids with hemoglobin and blew out the candles.
With an aversion to loud noises and just sound in general, Mae made a cardboard box her home and called it Unit 9. Covering her ears, and cowering at angry voices, she made a world she could shrink into. Imagination, her lover and creativity, her drug.
Sixteen years, and sixteen sweet hearts broken, Mae lost faith in the staples holding her heart together. The train-tracks make dents and etches, gaps and valleys. Her heart was a wasteland and the only sound was of a thousand raven wings flap
Re.: Ten Things...I knowRe.: Ten Things...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you hate hearing about her
or any of them
for that matter.
The thing is,
I wouldn't be half the man
I am now,
or at least,
it'd be hard for me to
what it is that's
Oh, The Games We've PlayedYou smell like cologne and skin, your fingertips are rough and slightly calloused, and the bruises on your forearm remind me of Orion's Belt. You listen to music I can't understand, but I love watching your head move to the beat and your lips form the lyrics you love. You're detrimental to my health, boy, because every time you're near my blood pressure rises and a coil of heat forms in the pit of my stomach that only your touch can dissipate. "She's got looks that kill," you tease, your lips against mine. You play the solo on my hip, your hands pressing deeper into my skin as mine run through your hair. When it comes to you, the lines between right and wrong play hop-scotch, moving so fast I never know which side I'm on. You look at me and I can feel you from the tips of my fingers to the bottom of my feet. I can feel you mixing with the molecules in the air around me, effervescent and venomous.Oh, The Games We've Played5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You are not a poet. You are not a musician. You are not gentle or kind. You like to have f
echoes.it's been a monthechoes.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but my skin says
a month too long
your skin says
the flocks of
taking flight in my body
the seashells lining
so i will always sound
like the ocean
the glass bottles
the greenest of my eyes
i'm just fog off the water
i'll be gone by tomorrow
but i'll be back
Singing to the WetlandsI'm the girl with bayou eyes,Singing to the Wetlands6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
twigs, mud and death snaking into my curls.
I pause to breathe and s-h-o-c-k,
shock sets in:
Earthen clasps latch on my arms,
pulling me back down;
the meandering waters clutch
at my bell-shaped elbows.
My smile is climatic;
the sun always seems to shine,
burning the layers of leaves
but I can't even put up a fight
to remember it's grace.
I'm surrounded by an animalistic embrace--
mismatched light from alligator stares
and throaty frog musings.
I forget what color
the back of my eyelids were.
a nonymous confession, please.The last time I wrote about you,a nonymous confession, please.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the only time I wrote about you,
I could still remember what your
voice sounded like. Now I'm just
peeling bandages off my sleeves,
pretending I can laugh about my
wounds in a year or so.
But I only have courage
when there's a "dis" in
front of it. Like the "dis"
in disappointment. Are
you disappointed? Not
as much as I am
i call deliberate embarrassment.
you know,,, i'm the kind of kid
that never undresses his scars.
reek of sweetI'm tired ofreek of sweet5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this constantistent plum
I'm sick of your smiles and secrets, your sthighs and shrhugs, your scooching away silently
I didn't don't need you and your running around my head
I don't want your pity (i don't get enough)
I hun--ger instead for that last
cold embrace (i don't get enough)
cooling my molecules so I can lose my hea(r)t
amour'you actually believe in love?'amour5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'yes. how can't you believe in love?'
'garrett, look at our parents. your dad's a drunk, he treats you and your mom like shit, your mom works two jobs so he can buy whiskey. my parents split up almost right after i was born. they don't love each other, none of them do.'
'but they had to have been in love at one time, kat. i believe with all my heart that my dad used to be a good guy. mom says that i remind her of him, and i sure as hell ain't a drunk. he must have some good in him.'
'you still don't believe in love, do you?'
'you're so damn stubborn.'
'you like it.'
'no, i love it.'
holding.you are lovely. even when you're notholding.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
which is most of the time.
you don't speak often.
and yet, i hold on like a
suicide jumper hanging on for a saviour
for a sign that maybe things don't have to end like this.
give me a reason not to jump.
you speak softly, rarely
and i swear, i still wear yellow to catch your attention,
i still put a traffic cone on my head
in hopes that you'll divert, stop, take notice of the road.
please don't swerve me aside.
if you could open me up like you open their legs
if you could open your eyes to me
i promise, i could be more.
i could be more than this girl who is standing in front of you
pretending that she wants nothing more than to be your friend
pretending that she wants nothing more than to laugh with you
when really, all she wants is to make you smile.
all i want is to make you smile
and when we are listening to the beatles and smoking ourselves into other worlds, i am holding my tongue, holding my breath,
Subtletieshe tasted of December, voracious love withSubtleties5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pinch of sweet, sweet
where's your shimmer.
did you lose it when you lost your way?
she tasted of the night and pear blossoms and miracles
and kept her strength in a drawstring bag
looped at her hip
premade perfection isn't for those who wander or those who wonder
you can't have my forever
and I don't want
You Always Believe MeNo matter how long the daysYou Always Believe Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or dark the nights
I will see you again.
Peering through the glass in spider webs held
between two trees of gleaming emerald
I will see you waiting
as beautiful as ever
beckoning me farther into the dream world
you created for me.
I will see you in your place amongst the stars
singing as teardrops fall from your mouth to the ground
your eyes searching for only me
(it's always been me)
and I will hold you
and tell you everything's going to be all right;
I will sew the rips in your wings
and mend your heart ventricles so they
all the while telling you that this time
I won't be gone nearly as long
because I know it kills you when I'm away.
You will believe me.
You always believe me.
But I--I'm finding it harder to live between two realities
and you, while so beautiful,
are slowly fading to ash
made of blood, bone, and imagination.
01. letterdear stranger,01. letter6 years ago in Letters More Like This
i'm fifteen years old and i still have no idea how to be a girl.
why do the singers always write about the same things? is falling in love really that special?
these days, most girls who are my age have boyfriends--or at least a boy interest. most of them would swear the boy they're with is their soulmate. but me, i'd swear most boys these days think with their dicks and not their heads.
i find kissing gross. does that make me unkissable? (i sure hope not.)
my teenage years are going down the toilet. i need to do something crazy.
what is it that kids my age are supposed to do? sneak into concerts? get kicked out of the mall? get high? oh, dear god, am i supposed to fall in love?
is it normal to be nostalgic for things that never happened?
is it normal t
UntitledThere is an entire ocean flowing in my veinsUntitled5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bubbling below the surface.
A tidal wave yearns to crash upon your shore.
A hurricane is waiting to overtake you
and drown you with its power.
My fingers are currents urging you under,
trapping you in my arms.
[A butterfly lands on the crook of your neck
and a tsunami pulls us in,
a mixture of chemical reactions and good old fashioned
boy meets girl.]
a brief history of us.the atlantic gave birth to you like a tsunami. late nights spent buying tiramisu for pretty girls with green eyes. playing with her fork like she was sewing the seams of clouds together.a brief history of us.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we spent too long floating on hardwood floors with blankets wrapped tightly like a second skin, trying to protect things that might someday be broken. using fear as the only insurance against heartache and loneliness. pretending like we weren't already familiar to those things like we were to crumbs on kitchen counters, so we swept loneliness beneath the rugs and told it to stay. we were using words like forever without being able to count the distance between each letter.
the atlantic was gathering waves like pennies dropped on sunday streets, picking up the pieces of what you would be before even the notion of you was formed. you came from this: heavy breathing and maps of california, red nails and a place to stay that was never in reach. you came from too many empty bottles of vodka that were downed
peter pan.i grew up in a house withpeter pan.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
floors that slant, a porch
that rots and an attic full
of glass. i watched as my
father insulated the walls,
my arms getting wrapped
up in itchy pink material
that left tiny cuts across
i grew up in a family that
either cared too much or
didn't care enough. my
father never talked and
my mother only accused
but never apologized. i
watched their affection
fade and a fog of too-
high expectations rise
and consume me.
i grew up scared and a
coward. my nails would
dig trenches in my arms
and my stomach had a
habit of rejecting what
it was given. i got used
to hiding my pale limbs
in sweaters and blankets,
soon learning they would
never keep out the cold
like i desperately needed.
i grew up taking baths in
lukewarm water and want-
ing nothing more than to
climb behind the crooked
walls in my crooked house
and hide, just for a little
Other Feathered Things little bird.Other Feathered Things5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little fragile feathery
I have been
waiting for you
for all of my life. I have been
buying birdseed and letting the bread
go stale. I caught all the crickets,
I gave away the cats.
i have been waiting
in this dark
room with my hands cupped
like a supplicant to dust.
I try not to
that you will
because you will have many friends and
you will never
your small talons will scratch
my fingers, when you come, and i
if I keep you in a cage
if i leave you a