TrivialYou're beautiful, you know.
Even though you won't see it
Because pride is unbecoming
(not to mention a deadly sin
But you don't concern yourself
You're incredibly bright, you know,
You need to forget about your shadows,
Seeping from beneath locked doors.
They're really just
Compared to the rainbow
That glistens beneath your skin.
You're too sweet, you know.
Your goofy grin holds
More sugar than can be healthy
Don't worry, though,
I've got a sweet tooth.
Pity I can't afford to pay
For filling in all the cavities you'll leave
In my hea-
You're strong, you know.
Unafraid to jump in mud puddles or
Change lives or other
That make my day
You've make your mark:
Solid and dark. It's more than
To me. (It's on me - )
But then again
I'm not exactly
A factor in your success-o-meter
Just a trifle.
I love you, you know.
But nobody is more ignorant than you
When it comes to enjoying the little things,
Even if the little th
love, lust.love, lust.love, lust.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hold me, please.
BrokenI don't know why they call it a broken heart, because it's not, really.Broken5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's more like your heart is trying to break apart, but it never really succeeds.
It's like it's literally trying to pull itself into two, and struggling to function correctly in the process.
And oh, it hurts.
If you've never had a broken heart you won't understand, you probably think it's an emotional thing, like it's all in the mind.
But it's so much more than that.
It's a physical ache in your chest, a painful whine that just doesn't quit.
It's a kind of pressure, compacting your whole chest area and making everything inside hurt.
Then it rises, it forces its way up into your throat, forming an aching lump that pushes tears from your eyes.
And then you're crying because it's just impossible not to do so.
And even when you're all cried out, it's still there, this indescribable ache that feels like no other ache you've ever
Counting the TearsI know that you miss me,Counting the Tears7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I can see you standing there
You keep looking for me,
Even though you know I'm not here
I see you look into the night,
Oh, how I wish that I could guide,
All the steps that you take...
But the only time I can come to you,
Is when you're not awake...
Even though I'm gone,
My heart still breaks...
Don't give in to your fears,
I will always love you,
And I am counting the tears,
As they fall down your face,
Oh, how I wish I could erase,
All of your pain...
But I am no longer with you,
Only my memory remains...
You are far stronger,
Than I ever knew you to be
I wish I had seen this,
When you were with me
But now we are separated,
By a distance too far to conceive
I can't believe I'm not with you,
I feel like I've been deceived
Because I see the love,
You still have for me...
You still believe...
Don't give in to your fears,
I will always love you,
And I am counting the tears,
As they fall down your face,
Oh, how I wish I could er
no, a letter to you.sometimes i wish i could show you the things you've never seen -no, a letter to you.5 years ago in Letters More Like This
the beauty like the alignment of a thousand suns and a thousand universes in your smile, the way it feels to be free. the fragility of someone else's heart in your hands and the length of the list of wishes you've made in your life. one day they'll all be yours to love. one day, you'll have
everything. one day, i'll read my children your stories and tell them about the girl i once knew, the one who told me to follow the rainbow, and the girl i taught not to care, one upturned table at a time. i'll tell them that it rain heavier than ever over her, but she never stopped singing into the darkness. they'll ask me what she looked like and i'll tell them she had the eyes that could defeat
the horizon. i'd give her the world, one tree, one cloud, one poem at a time. because i knew better than anyone else that she deserved every last bit of it. every last goddamn bit. i'd paint and write and bleed and cry f
Her and meShe just liked me, yet I loved her.Her and me5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She just missed me, yet I felt lost without her.
She just wanted to see me, yet I longed for her touch.
I don't understand how I couldn't come to see; it was just the same as always, it would never be.
That's how it turns out every time, mind you. The second drawer is what I get, the best friend one.
And I know she didn't mean for us to end up like this, but just like that first kiss it's something that can't be undone.
AddictedI wonder about myself,Addicted5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how I continue to fall and flounder,
All the lies I tell,
Honesty, my true failure.
How I sit here in self-pity,
reminding myself of all my 'cleverness',
oh, how I thought I was so witty,
continuing on my little trysts.
Where has my Integrity gone?
I wonder about my limits,
and how far is too far for me,
it seems I have no boundaries.
When does it stop?
How do I deal with this crazy addiction,
my desire for that insane high,
the adrenaline rush that comes with the risk?
It seems my need never ends,
always searching for the next bend or break
in my resolve,
so the beast can be released
to ravage my soul.
I try to tell myself that it's a problem,
but I know that's no excuse,
If only you knew what I do,
when I'm away from you.
This, I know, is a product of my guilt.
A simple cleansing,
like a confession
to rid myself of my guilty conscience.
As soon as the ink dries
I'll be at it again,
this cycle never ends.
Save me from myself. No one loves an Addict.
Hate and love.I hate (love) the way your empty (bottomless)Hate and love.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ocean blue eyes bore into mine and see right
through me .
I hate (love) your despicable (charming)
crooked smile you make when I say something;
it's like you're laughing at me .
I hate (love) the way your corny (cute)
jokes make me laugh for hours even
though they are utterly ridiculous .
I hate (love) your shit (chocolate)
brown hair that flops everywhere in a
way that shows you don't care .
I hate (love) how you always annoyingly (sweetly)
ask if I'm okay and really seem to care .
I hate (love) the way you never (always)
know what to say to make me feel better .
I hate (love) the way your cold (warm)
embrace sends shivers up my spine and
makes me feel protected from the world .
I hate (love) you .
Shes the Girl Nobody Noticesi.Shes the Girl Nobody Notices5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was the girl with the burnt orange skin and blonde highlights. Her skin emitted UV rays from too many trips to the tanning bed and she changed her hair color more often than the calendar changed months. She only wanted to fit in but it just made her stand out even more.
She was the girl who would always use cherry lip-balm because she knew it was his favorite flavor. Her kisses made his knees weak and her will power too so one kiss would turn to two, three, and four. Then a week later she was pregnant and everyone was calling her a whore.
She was the girl with wings made of scotch-tape and printer paper. She tried to fly when she was 7 but she ended up just falling off the roof and breaking her collarbone and right arm. Her wings were torn to shreds and so were her hopes of becoming somebody's angel. She swears she will find better material and a more suitable launching pad and one day she will flutter instead of crash into the floor.
She was the girl who had always
Explanation of FaithLet me explain the problem science has with religion.' The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.Explanation of Faith5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?
'Yes sir,' the student says.
'So you believe in God?'
'Is God good?'
'Sure! God's good.'
'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'
'Are you good or evil?'
'The Bible says I'm evil.'
The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!'
He considers for a moment, 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'
'Yes sir, I would.'
'So you're good!'
'I wouldn't say that.'
'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'
The student does not answer, so the professor continues.
'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm?
Beautiful MessThere's a genius, who lives next door to me.Beautiful Mess5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They told me stay away.
That his mind was as mad as any mental patient,
yet free he roamed, because of his social significance.
"Social?" Someone scoffed, "He could never earn a friend."
"Significance?" Another rolled his eyes, "What good does insanity bring to our world?"
Have you ever felt the tug that comes from something you're not supposed to touch?
As if not being able to have it, only makes you want it more.
I visited him that night.
Mathematical formulas lined his walls in permanent marker,
as liberally as dishes lined his counters.
I wondered if his mind was as messy as the world he'd created around him.
He let me in,
and I told him I had moved in next door.
He told me, in turn, of the man who had lived there before me.
He told me that he hadn't died of old age, like everyone had agreed.
He told me that he was murdered.
but given pills, so he would quietly go to sleep.
A sleep that e
Heroes and FoolsGlory should be an accident,Heroes and Fools6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Not something that so many seek,
Not something used to show your strength,
And used to show others how they are weak
Glory is for fools,
So unavoidably so,
Because only a fool would want,
To tread where heroes go
Heroes are oft remembered,
Sadly because they died,
So it seems that only a fool,
Would want to end their life
A true hero neither seeks glory,
Nor do they even want it,
They simply live their part in the story,
And the hand they're dealt, play with
A true hero just lives,
Breathes, loves, and sins,
Attempting to avoid life's system,
Of checks and balances
Heroes need to be alive,
To pass on what they learn,
They are of no use to anyone,
If they are dead and burned
Anyone, at any time,
Can be a hero
But only a fool,
Wants to be one
So many have said,
That they feel I am a hero,
But I disagree and simply say,
That I am not a fool
jlp August 21, 2009
Candles -A Series of Haiku-Your flame flickered out,Candles -A Series of Haiku-5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and I was left burning the
candle at both ends.
I was engulfed
by my inability
to a young manHey. Kid. Just listen to me, okay?to a young man5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Listen to me and breathe. Because if I'm doing my math correctly right now it is June 14th and you are a freshman in high school and you're about to chug down a bottle of Nyquil and give yourself the most mind-blowing asthma attack.
Here's the good news; despite what you're trying to do, you're going to live. The ingredient you are allergic to doesn't kick in until you're sitting in social studies the next afternoon, waiting for the school bell to ring. Here's the bad news; it's a close call, and you almost don't make it. They rush you to the hospital and when you pass out in the waiting room they're going to do a tracheal intubation. It's not going to work, and you're going to lose your memory from your brain cells dying off as they hit code blue and bring out the crash cart. And it's going to fucking hurt. You're one split second away from French kissing death, kid.
You're going to be just fine. You'll spend four and a half days in the hospital. Thr
Shadow PastI'm huddledShadow Past5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the shadowed
Next to the ruined cobwebs.
To the dark.
I can't forget
Your star blue
The shadowed tint of them.
You left me
To my tears
And walked off
To another girl.
My heart broke
My soul left
Flooded with tears.
Everywhere I look
I see your
You won't go
Set me free.
I am haunted
I can't forget.
In the Dim CornerThe still night grows fromIn the Dim Corner5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the dark places in my house,
the quiet places
where as a child,
I might have hidden
and counted to one-hundred
before uncovering my eyes.
I might have taken a step
into the light, stopped,
to the voice
in the dim corner:
a perfect heartOn a sunny Sunday morning a girl walked into a vintage shop, smelling of coffee and tobacco, and said,a perfect heart5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I would like to buy a heart, today."
A boy, dressed in a grey vest and plaid shirt, smiled mischievously from his book
He was the type of indie vintage boy. Type of prince perfect you found on the covers of a magazine, though not as flawless. But his crinkling emerald eyes were so intriguing, and his ruffled hair was attractive.
'We have many hearts; which type do you prefer?'
The boy's voice was low but sweet, like rich flowing honey.
First there are the big, loving kinds---;
Translucent and sunshine streams through it when you hold it up high to the sky
But they shatter like glass, breakable, and brittle.'
'Then there are these small ones..
Gold painted and still beautiful, I would say
They are lined with metal frames and a silver, unbreakable cage
But they are so heavy, and worrisome, and easy to lose,
But don't get me wrong---they never break.'
'but oh ' the girl hesita
Just As You AreI line my eyes with the thickest of charcoalJust As You Are5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tint with layers of blood red onto my lips
I change the features of my face
I hide who I am in disgrace
With a mask I fullfill my task
With a few clips and a wig
I become a stranger whome nobody knows
My once brown eyes blink blue
I become somebody new
I've lost myself beneath the layers of makeup and clothing
The material things
That do not bring
Me any sort of joy
After quickly stripping the liner and lipstick
Adjusting the look, oh-see me now, my phisique is that of a boy...
Again I camoflauge who I really am...
A stranger in the mirror once again...
But strip me of all you see,
Close your eyes,
Hear me, Hold me
Let go of what you've been told
And there I am,
A single heartbeat away
You would know who I am
If you could hold my heart in your hands.
And there he sits
Another stranger sitting shrouded in darkness
With cloaks of black
He sits and holds my heart in his hands
A million miles away
Does he know who he holds is still a stranger
howl for a drunken heart.i don't want to be the girl you could have had. i don't want to be the only one left standing, the only one who lost the only boy she ever really cared about. i don't want to be the one you should have kissed, the one you only sort of loved, the one you dated just so you could "get some." i don't want to be the co-signer of all your lies and the author of all your sins. i don't want to be alone every satruday night, i don't want to be sitting around waiting, and i sure as hell do not want to be your normal, girl next door who you only love on odd days.howl for a drunken heart.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to be the girl you fight for. i want you to cross oceans, fight fires, go three days without sleep, just to see me. i want to be so irresistable that you'll have to fight the urge to kiss me, to love me, to smell my hair and tell me that i remind you of the worlds most beautiful sunset. i want to be the girl that you're yourself around. i want you to treat me like a princess and treat me like one of the guys and treat me like a qu
i want to keep her aliveim kinda wondering why her smile disappeared,i want to keep her alive6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she used to hold a gleam that i held so dear.
and when i see her sitting by herself,
i kinda wish she would ask for someone to help.
but she ignores the little notes i leave on her desk,
and she pretends to not see the looks i try to pass.
and shes too busy trying to hold this blame,
and i hope once again shell be the same.
and she prefers to wear long sleeved sweaters,
maybe because they hide the scars better.
but they cant dry the tears on her cheeks,
and her pain is there for the world to see.
so how come she is dressed in despair?
that dark sadness isnt the color she should wear.
and why doesnt she want to be saved?
why does it bother her to see another day?
and why wont she realize that im here?
if only she could see how much i care.
i wish she wasnt so broken inside,
i wish i could be the one to keep her alive.
First KissThat first kiss...First Kiss7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is always the sweetest,
It leaves you the weakest
The open invitation,
To do something,
You've never done before
All the hidden meaning,
All of the feelings,
That pour through you both,
When your lips touch
Nothing, is the same...
Everything that you've known before,
Now just seems so plain
There is the promise of tomorrow,
And a hint of pain
That first kiss...
That you have waited so long for
In that moment of connection,
You aren't waiting anymore
That first kiss makes you come alive,
Makes you feel things inside,
That you don't, can't comprehend,
Knocks you off your feet,
Just like the wind
In that moment all is real,
You are unable to pretend
Even if it's only for,
A brief second in time
For that one heartbeat,
You are forever combined
jlp January 4, 2009
The StormThe Storm5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glad to know we both wasted so much time.
I feel like what you did should be a crime.
You left me in a hurricane with no way out.
I couldn't run.
I couldn't hide.
This storm was created with a bunch of lies.
All this started one dreadful night.
We didn't even have one little fight.
This was the first time I ever saw the darkness in you.
It really did come out of the blue.
No phone call.
Just a text.
This makes me lose faith in the opposite sex.
I called you for help, but you didn't care about how I felt.
4 A.M came and you wanted to talk.
Even though I had cried so much I felt as dry as rock.
You said you were sorry.
You made a mistake.
Who knew someone could be so fake?
You asked me if we could make it work.
My heart already ached from so much hurt.
I just wanted to scream you are such a jerk.
I wanted you back that was a fact, but I wasn't going to take you back that fast.
You admitted your "reasons" were just excuses.
None were true.
You were just "confused."
I believed e
Where She's NotShe's not at the bottom of my cereal bowlWhere She's Not5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'll eat it all the same
Just because I get to think of her
And the way she smelled of sugar
She's not between the pages of this book
But I'll read it all the same
Just because I get to imagine her
And the way she was always my hero
She's not along this sunny street
But I'll walk it all the same
Just because I get to feel her
And the way she was warm, like summer
She's not in the spaces between the stars
But I'll gaze all the same
Just because I get to see her
And the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled
I always loved her smile.
I won't find her in these distractions
But I'll search all the same
Just because I need to feel her
And the way she's no longer there
carry me.autumn rain is the prettiest, isn't it?carry me.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she sits there, staring out the window,
stirring her hot tea.
you sigh and press the cigarette
between your teeth
because you're trying not to stare
at the scratches cropped up on her arms.
you're the prettiest.
she runs her finger
over the edge of the knife
sleeping by her mug.
that's what he told me.
you meet her gaze,
misery grey swollen,
and she raises the mug to her lips.
do you want to tell me about him?
she taps her nails
against the table. that's what his heartbeat
would have sounded like. she smiles at you.
she moves back a little
and then holds her cup upside down,
the hot liquid rushing out,
scarring along the table, the floor.
you gasp and leap up.
that's what he looked like,
all down my legs.
you stare at her,
silent, and she turns toward the window.
he blamed me.
her nails perch on her wrist,
waiting to bruise. autumn rain is the prettiest;
it tries to save what's already dead.
try to know me.if you want to know me, you have to read my words.try to know me.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you have to let yourself slip into the sometimes boiling water of my ideas and let them blister and scar your skin. you have to touch the angry wounds and understand the serrated edges that placed them there. you see, i am more than syllables and more than vowels, but to understand the cracking of my spine, you have to decipher the noise that it makes on the way down. you have to close your eyes and listen to my soft-throated whine and listen to my blood-vessel-popping scream and understand the howls of joy that spiral up my chest from the shrapnel of my very stomach.
you must take the time to understand each of these separate noises and understand the source of the words comes not from inspiration and not from ideas but from emotions that bleed red down my arms to the calloused fingers that hold this pen. you have to trust that i am not writing from false and vivid imagination, and you must understand that each flawed sentence and eac