Nineteen--July 23th 2010The poem won't come today.
What's to write about?
Sex? Love? Betrayal?
Countless overfed, overdone
Write me a poem about originality for once.
Give me something new.
Give me haikus in iambic pentameter.
Write me something real,
Something beyond love.
Write me a poem about trying.
About losing, winning,
What you gain.
Write me a poem about lying
In your bed, hearing snow,
Give me the little moments.
The thrill of acceleration when driving,
The thrill of your heartbeat when crying,
Because at least you,
In your humanity,
There are those who can't,
Write me the thrill of a teardrop,
In iambic pentameter.
Don't write another love poem.
valentines day resolution no.1i've watched you screw aroundvalentines day resolution no.14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and screw up (your life)
and screw over (me, her, us, them) that girl that i loved
because her smile was like a lantern
in a world that's way too dark.
my chances are gone
down and down, spiralling into a drain that you created
to give me something to empty all my dreams into.
and you think i'm going to let you
do the same to someone else and suffocate another flame of hope
between your fingers?
keep dreaming, hun.
Water Through My FingertipsShall I whisper your name at nightWater Through My Fingertips5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and disturb the beauty of your silence?
Peacefully you rest while I look on in fear:
fear that you will never know my touch,
never know my voice.
At the foot of your bed I argue with myself.
What angel dares torture me so?
To never feel your cheek warm with life
or your hair running like water through my fingers;
I'd rather die a thousand deaths.
The mattress is cold as I lay beside you.
Your familiar scent drifts through my body
making me whole.
Your eyes slowly open
but they see right through me.
I'm but a ghost
come to haunt your perfect life.
You smile and the world around us disappears.
Blindly you search for my hand.
Hiding my pain I let you find it,
though all you feel is air.
Then you sigh and return to dreams of a better world.
I let a single tear escape
but no more.
I wish you no more pain than you're already in.
I move closer;
my lips brush your forehead.
I whisper yet another promise.
Then I'm gone-
gone to another night of pain and sadnes
exodus1. You appeared suddenly. Maybe it was the beer, maybe the waves crushing on my sides, but you were smiling wonderfully, and for a moment I thought I missed some part of you. I don't know which part though; I don't even know if it exists anymore. It was glorious in the happiest way. The sky is black; blacker than your heart. It's even darker than mine and the future is so unpredictable that I am in despair.exodus5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. So many dreams awoken by a single drop of rain, a simple ray of sunlight.
2. I can see your strange light. It's wonderful, addicting. My dreams float on your wrists and my eyes on your hair. You are glorious in the most glorious way. The sky is bright; but your heart is brighter. Mine is even brighter and the future is so predictable that I am in despair.
doi.do5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
exchange (phone numbers).
(i think i might be onto something...)
(i think i might like him...)
quibble (over nothing).
(i like him.)
fall (in love).
ignore (the subtext.)
(i still love him.)
(i loved him.)
TrappedI don't want to die.Trapped4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just don't know how to live.
Perfect InsanityI fell asleepPerfect Insanity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired from all of this nonsense
Tired of them talking about what I should do, who I should be... controlling everything
I finally got to close my eyes and let me slip away
Slip away into a world that seems more real
If only it was really like that
Letting my breath almost stop and my heart flutter to the sound of my angst
I was almost there...almost to the world that let me escape from this complete insanity
And there she was again, waiting for me to come back
Waiting to get her chance on changing me
Changing me to who I should really be
But for some reason I could never fully give in.
I could never let my self slip to the point where.
True StoryShe sat at the computer, fingers tapping, scared for no apparent reason, and pausedTrue Story6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her heart was pounding. Why? There was nothing new here, nothing strange, nothing she hadnt done a thousand times before. She was sitting in her chair, surrounded by the layer of permajunk that was her floor, and the unbridled creativity that made up her walls, and the bleak sunlight that illuminated her world. And she was writing, which was nothing new, either.
Only this time, she was writing herself. Writing exactly what she was doingto the T, only not, because in the real world her typing was broken up by text messages and parental voices, and her own responses, and in this world, this tip-tap of letters and pixels, the patter of fingers on keys was unbroken.
The writer liked the world in the paper better. There, she was alone with her letters, with her words, and she loved it. She could swim in them, absor
Faux PhilosophyFaux philosophyFaux Philosophy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No One CameI died five years ago.No One Came4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell from a very high pedestal.
I got shot.
I bled to death.
I lay bleeding with a knife shoved through my stomach.
And still no one came.
I died five years ago.
I was strangled; had no air.
I drowned in the depths.
I was burned alive, screaming.
And still no one came.
I died five years ago.
I felt humanity slip away.
I heard the slowing beat of my heart.
I saw the blood that covered my hands.
And maybe it's no surprise, but no one ever came.
Living Writers BlockYou are my living punishmentLiving Writers Block4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one thing blocking me
Zippering my mouth
Tying my shaky hands
The words are my closest companion
But when I'm around you...
I'm always so w o r d l e s s
If only I wasn't a writer
i.1. They tell me you had a story once, but sometimesi.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I find that hard to believe. When you call me now
in the middle of the night, your voice dipped in
panic and uncertainty, you tell me you're dying,
you're drowning, you're burning alive. I comfort you.
But in the morning, I delete your call from my
cell phone, and pretend you never were.
2. Sometimes you're a rain cloud, a crushed cigarette,
the soft glow of light seeping through my blinds.
Sometimes you're my nightmares, but part of me likes
to be afraid. Sometimes you are all I have, the hand
in mine, the lips on my neck, the edge of desire and
comfort and life. Sometimes you're all that makes me happy,
because nothing I've seen burns the way that you do.
Sometimes you are the empty capsule in my pocket while
I'm waiting to die, but I love you, you know,
even if I don't say it enough; I love you.
3. You like to be a mystery, because you don't like
who you are and have no one else to be. You are coating
Fallen Heavenly MessengerDoctor stills stork; "Return to Sender."Fallen Heavenly Messenger4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
FreakI remember the kids at school used to say, "Where's your sister? Why's she not at school? She's such a freak!" I hated them for it. And I hated that word. Freak! I used to get in fights all the time, defending my sister with my life. (beat) You see, my sister, Ana, was always a little different. We were twins, but she got tangled in the umbilical chord at birth and was never quite right. We were twins, but she was so much younger than me. Why couldn't it have been me? (beat)Freak4 years ago in Drama More Like This
That day, I came home expecting to hear the usual "Hi honey, go check on your sister," from my mom in the kitchen, but the house was quiet. I haven't seen my mom in ten years. I guess she just couldn't take the memories anymore. (beat) I went upstairs, but Ana wasn't there. Her dolls were clean and undisturbed. Her bed was made, the closet clos
gravity- - - - - - - - -high.gravity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Donde estas?If youDonde estas?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
grasp the cigarette as if
your lungs need the smoke, it will seem
even if your brain doesn't need the nicotine.
She walked towards the horizon, completely absorbed inside your mind. The sea was motionless around her, as if the sea and her were thinking the same thing. Your mind must be a wicked path to take.
You're a dream and I'm awake. I don't think we'll exist in the same reality again, at least not before the sun sets. But even then it would be quite difficult because i'm always insomniac.
They speak in heliumTequila, miniatures, compliments of KLM.They speak in helium5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's half a dozen shots; maybe enough
to let me clean out your desk today.
I open the drawer a crack, then wider.
That meddling slut Pandora's been here.
She's stuffed it full of arguments
and stale conversation, leaking trouble,
oozing bad karma.
Balloons come flying out, sputtering,
sucking up to the ceiling, helium-high.
They speak in absurdities and riddles,
mad on myth and inert gas.
But I'm so free, smoking Black Devils,
crumpled pack, under a map of Boston;
empty matchbook, The Frog and Peach;
my number, in your drunken scrawl.
I aim lungfuls of Dutch smoke upward,
toward the balloons, high on noble gas.
They scuttle away, muttering sotto voce;
curses they mean for me to hear.
Pandora babbles on about culture wars,
aestheticized lust and cool, electric sex.
She says the drawer is leaking trouble;
I say my heart is leaking trouble and smoke
and these fucking, trash-talking balloons.
Hush Little Baby Don't You CryHush little baby don't you cry.Hush Little Baby Don't You Cry4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your older brother didn't die.
Mommy and daddy aren't here.
Doesn't mean that you'll disappear.
Hush little baby don't you cry.
Please don't stare with those bloody eyes.
I'll see myself as who I am.
The murderer who took their lives.
Hush little baby don't you cry.
I'll give you love and all that's mine.
My life will be yours if you'd like.
I will do my best to comply.
Hush little baby don't you cry.
Mama in heaven will ask me why.
Why is my baby unsatisfied?
I'll say that I had truly tried.
Hush little baby don't you cry.
I'm sorry that I had to drive.
If I wasn't so obstinate.
Perhaps you'd still have your parents.
Behind The 'Truth'Behind every "just kidding" is a spark of liesBehind The 'Truth'5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Right after every "it's not your fault" is a thought of "I told you so"
Underneath every "I'm fine" is a tiny whisper for help
Inside of all the "I don't want to talk about it's" is a beg for sympathy
Behind every "I love you." Is a desperate "Don't leave me."
All of the texts of "it's fine," are lies.
And all of the "whatever's" are "leave me alone's"
Inside of every fact there's a question
And with every lie comes an answer.
I'll Fall With YouI'm holding onto your heartstringsI'll Fall With You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and binding them to my own
with double knots of garden twine
so that maybe roses will grow
through the thorns that encircle your ribcage
and rise against your lungs.
You find questions in the space
of each sentence
and you aren't satisfied with answers
because you're more interested in searching
for the rain in rainbows
than the secrets I keep-
that I wish you would find.
You tell me you don't understand
why I'm still chasing a falling star
instead of exploring night skies
because you strike like lightening
and my veins are filled with thunder
so every time you race ahead
because at night the stardust
you leave on my lips
makes me want to shine
because the spaces between your fingers
somehow exactly fit mine.
Piano PlayingI am a pianistPiano Playing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you are my piano, dear.
I play minuets along your ribcage,
Write love songs on your arms,
And press your vertebrae like keys
To let soft chords fill the empty space.
Your hairs are the resounding strings,
Your lips are polished brass pedals
That make everything loud and soft at the same time.
Kissing you makes the whole world shift up an octave.
I am a pianist
And you are my piano, dear
So let's write a duet in the dark.
You Left the Stove OnYou left the stove on. When you left. You had planned on making something to eat, I believe. I remember. But then I said something I forget. But you left the stove on. And the door open.You Left the Stove On4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't you come back? Shut it off? Smoke is billowing from it. It stings my eyes and throat. Come back, please. Just come back and turn the damn stove off. There's a flame now. I'm sitting in the kitchen chair.
Such a watery flame! It wavers with smoke. I can see it through the salty tears.
Come back, love. Please turn it off. Its fiery disease has spread to the woodwork. I'm not moving. You said I'm too stubborn. Well I am. And I'm not turning it off.
Love, it's choking me. Like you once did. But its hands are hot. Yours were cold and smelled of the drinks you loved more than me. Yours froze the breath out of me and left me on the floor. I was bleeding, I remember.
It's reaching for my feet. Like I reached for yours. Crawling towards you, on the ground. You kicked me away. My head hurt from the b
Just Hear Me Out? Click.i.Just Hear Me Out? Click.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before I met you, I was a 100 piece puzzle still in its plastic covering. Now I'm down to 84 pieces and 2 corners are missing and I'm scared the next girl will give me one look and decide I'm not worth it.
You took out a 6 month warranty on me and I should have taken that as a hint but i never was good at the game Clue or reading bet thelines ween. You traded me in with 6 days left on your investment but they wouldn't give you a full refund because they realized I was no longer in mint condition. Truth is, I never was. You just have a knack for making my faults stick out more than my emaciated ribcage.
Tomorrow I think I might go and take out a life insurance policy on myself just to see how much I'm worth these days. I have a feeling it will be somewhere in between a couple Alexander Hamilton's and a handful of Benjamin Franklin's, but I always liked Einstein more than Franklin anyways. Franklin gave you the ability to see my imperfections more clearly and Einstein gave yo
we could've had each other.i stare at the sun too longwe could've had each other.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because no one else does it. my
parents don't want me to get
mixed in with "the wrong crowd"
but who are they
the wrong crowd.
my fingers slide between the gaps
and hug yours as we drive.
drive drive drive, please don't
take me home.
the redundant sound of the broken
air conditioner clanking and the boy
in the back seat snoring keeps my
heart racing even after we stop.
even after he's gone.
i want to be able to tell you everything,
but i don't just have walls up now.
i have boulders in place.