I dreamed of a door...I wore the thread that slipped from my daughter's baby blanket around my wrist,I dreamed of a door...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
white against tan, bumpy yarn, it's been four years
since my mother patiently crocheted the stitches together
while my daughter rolled in my belly,
impatient. I dream and there are doors under my fingers and
I am alone.
I go down to watch the water rippling slowly past, carrying barges
for hundreds of years, my shoulders tan darker, I am absorbing the sun,
eating strawberries, writing a will. I wonder what will become of you.
I pray to old Native American gods, they do not see the world in black and white.
I investigate the trickster gods, in my dream a coyote trots across a field of waving grain.
Why does anyone go home? There are places that we live, places that we've been,
places that have never been exactly what we are looking for.
Skipping rocks out across the water,
echoes.it's been a monthechoes.4 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
reek of sweetI'm tired ofreek of sweet4 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
You Always Believe MeNo matter how long the daysYou Always Believe Me4 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.
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.4 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
01. letterdear stranger,01. letter5 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
StoryLast summer, you came in with nothing but a bike and scotch, and taped my life to yours. Your adhesive caught on quick; I was stuck on your words that pushed our chat lines to well past onethousand.Story4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(I was sorry because I meant more to you than you did to me.)
Autumn was a bitch; we'll call it fall. Yours was a routine I could live with, highway-fast in fact. I fell over myself to lick your fingers; they were addictive. You obliged; I never knew spotlights could be so blue.
You sent me snow in the winter. I never found you your Christmas song. Winter was cold; the sky was clear but I couldn't find my sunshine. I wondered if you had found a place in the frostblanket. You whispered through the walls.
Spring came, but the ice didn't thaw. No flowers came (for me) in May, even with all the downpours in April. You had some and some, but you shared all the wrong things. The routine was a routine again and I slipped from your hands. I found my pocketknife buried under schoolpapers and
peter pan.i grew up in a house withpeter pan.3 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
gnashing jukeboxes in my teethmy boombox mouth ch-ch-chattersgnashing jukeboxes in my teeth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the taste of your tapdancing lips
you choreographed every kiss,
every promise, every iloveyou;
every word, a radio frequency
playing me, playing the song i
requested. but this is not the
studio version. this is a cheap
limewire ripoff of a low-quality
demo, this is used dental floss
and novacaine mp3 files.
sorry, but my teeth want the real thing.
the importance of the s in sexi do not like the ironythe importance of the s in sex4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of trying to get over someone
by getting on top of them.
if IRONY friend requested me on facebook,
i would deny, block, and mark as spam.
as i might have said a billion poems ago,
i have a restraining order against IRONY
however that dumb bitch still manages
to scare the living shit out of me
Seasons of Violet.We called her Violet, and she was.Seasons of Violet.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We knew her when she was young and pale, during Fall
And when we'd climb old trees, their brittle branches
Like welcoming arms
Would snap in two
And we'd cascade to the earthy ground
Carpeted with golden and red and orange
And as we fell,
Secretly, she'd wish with all the goodness in her heart
That she were a leaf as well
That like a leaf, she could be swept away to some distant place
In arms that would not break
In arms that belonged to people who truly loved her.
We called her Violet, and she was.
And with the changing of the seasons,
Winter had taken away her smile and replaced it with the cold blank
A frown that could only belong to a soul like hers
To a soul that had wished to be a leaf
But had became only the scent of pomegranate and midnight
Perhaps people would embrace her only to get drunk on her scent
But my love was sincere, and it mingled with her berried essence
As I would try to will life and warmth back into her.
A gift sh
PhoenixAfter the fire,Phoenix4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The ash in her mouth
Tastes of freedom.
My name is Nine. What's yours?Oh, hello. Have we met? No?My name is Nine. What's yours?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, let me introduce myself:
I'm your future-husband. Oh?
Too generic? Okay. I'm your
future-boyfriend. I'm sorry, is
that too blunt? Fine. I'm the
boy who'll take your virginity.
Wait. You've already lost it?
Here, let me help you find it.
Let's check in the closet. No,
not here. Under the bed, or
under the bedsheets? Nope,
nope. It's always in the last
place you look, so it can't be
in your eyes. Or your heart.
Now tell me, who are you?
My soulmate, my truelove?
The one to take my sanity?
The one I can call Sweetie?
The one I've been missing,
the one I've been wanting,
the one I've written fifteen
poems for? The one to my
nine? Me+You = Perfect 10
You're not mathematic? Who cares? I'm no
good at chemistry or first impressions, but I
know a mutual attraction when I see one.
Pearly WhitesOnce upon a time there was a mouth. In this mouth there were two teeth.Pearly Whites5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
These teeth were madly in love, but there was one problem.
They lived on opposite sides of the mouth.
They were both third from the back on the bottom. Anita lived in the left, Clarance on the right.
They met through their mutual friend (and really everyone's mutual friend) Earl, who was sometimes (insensitively) referred to as "the tongue".
Anita and Clarance talked to each other through Earl. He carried their messages from one to another.
Clarance would say "Earl! Earl! Come here a moment! I need to tell Anita something!"
"What is it?" Earl would ask. "It is this:
If i could rearrange the mouth, I'd put us right next to each other. The two teeth right in front. We could intertwine our roots and gaze in to the wonders of the outside world as though it were made just for us."
"Wow, that's beautiful. I'll tell her straight away!" Earl would say.
a litre of milk and a boy.Dear grocery list,a litre of milk and a boy.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stop adding his name to the bottom
because it will never be that simple.
A girl trying to drown out her heart.
colour blind.She saw him at the park once. He was the colour of dirt; with bird eyes and white, mapped palms. Her little forehead lined as she felt the bile force its way up until her saliva was acid. She counted her toes and bit the inside of her cheek, should she run? Are they fast runners? She figured this one must be if he kept himself out of jail. The dark man flashed a mouthful of pebbles and held out his hand- which would have swallowed hers.colour blind.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
'Don't touch me.'
Her hands were all knuckles and her baby eyes tore into his. He faltered and stepped away, a half mouthed sorry. He looked upset, a grin spread like fire between her dimples.
Suddenly she imagined force-feeding him barbed wire and then tearing it back out- the way a clown pulls coloured cloth from his sleeve. She imagined tying the left of his limbs to a heavy tree trunk and the right to a truck. Dragging and pulling until his joints sang high with dislocation and his arms snapped like twigs. The way she likes the crackle of dea
i only promise tonighthis fingers smell like cigarettesi only promise tonight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and his breath tastes like mint
mixed with malt. his heartbeat
is always steady and sure, a
constant in an equation for
security. his hair is silk between
my calloused fingers and palms,
the strands catching on my
he's got bruises and scars
on his knees from adventures
gone awry. his arms can
carry the weight of the world
and my equilibrium can change
based on his hot and cold smile.
he's got a weathered face
that contains hidden freckles
between his eyebrows and his
crinkly eyes, some are scattered
across his nose and cheeks like
little brown stars on a tan sky.
he doesn't own a tie
and he never brushes
his hair. he doesn't care
when i tell him to look like
a human and he always goes
out of his way to show me
up. he smokes a pack a
day just to piss me off.
he's far from perfect, but i think he's beautiful.
Ghost WritingThe words grew hollowGhost Writing4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Meaningless somehow- thinner.
I forgot why I loved
The dusted air of summer.
I forgot why I took
My pen to paper.
I forgot why I chose,
A book of vapour or a written rose.
As all the petals of
Prose fell away.
At the end of the day
I was left with letters.
Not Without PainWe talk in bed, my lipsNot Without Pain5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
four inches from your nose,
but there is this boy between us-
though I like him, and
though your regard grows, I
cannot help remembering
you wish it was his nose
that brushes yours as we
change shape to suit the mess
on this plastic
dorm room mattress.
taking up smugglingyou've made me mad. i told you to learn to love, but you've started learning with someone else. what infuriates me is that i still want you.taking up smuggling4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i want to love you up and down, sponge you with my heart, soak you in my eyes. your lashes are like slices of butterfly wings, and your forehead wrinkles in concentration like a flag when it's covering a brainstorm. i love your downy-soft hair and the way that, in half a moment, you can go from being sincerely serious to genuine laughter that sounds like a river of wine bubbling backward up a slope.
but you're like a word caught on the tip of my pointy tongue--so close we're nearly touching, but you're infinitely far away. every time i reach out to you, you shift away anxiously. you'll let your leg press against mine under the table, but you never let our goofing around turn into more, the way you used to.
you never let it happen with me the way you're letting it happen with him, now.
when i'm fumbling words but managing to say the right thi
after snugglingpalms wander over the extra blanketafter snuggling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gracing an icy wrist in place of a breast
what is wrong with me?
over the mountain, falling
an avalanche down to the belly
I ponder what's inside
a heart, under the cage
floating as a jelly-fish
I read the hair follicles on her skull
no soft secrets detected
wonder the french for 'bare clowns'...
hunter eyes glare at an empty space
previously dreamed there
leave in the morning
but, she doesn't wake.