ripplesIt grows staler each day.ripples3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Airtight. Trapped inside.
Never made to be contained,
Inside this glass jar.
It's too fragile for air,
And the storms that wait outside,
But even contained inside it's glass prison,
It cannot help but ripple,
Shaken by the slightest disturbance,
By even the slightest sound.
Open the lid and dip,
A finger way beneath,
Every touch breaks it's delicate surface,
And it ripples out to break on the circular wall.
It cannot be protected,
Or keep a consistent form.
So smash this glass jar violently,
Against the kitchen floor,
Watch it separate and settle,
And then evaporate in the sun.
FightingA punch?Fighting1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
It hurts anyway!
Forgive This Grief (Miscarriage)This heart of mine bears its burden--Forgive This Grief (Miscarriage)2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wear too many tears for empty arms
oh, few are the things I know for certain
but these emotions make odd little balms
forgive this mother's grief for stolen dreams
and let alone these tears that stream.
Forgive this mother's grief,
forgive this mother's grief,
remember things aren't always what they seem.
I know it's wrong to yearn for this,
but those moments when you despair
would give me back something I've missed--
a life of burdens I wish I coud bear.
Forgive this jealous heart that wants to share
the grumpy shouts, the unmade beds, you bear.
Forgive this jealous heart,
forgive this jealous heart,
remember it's 'bout a baby for whom I care.
These arms still ache for my baby's weight,
and the screaming absence of her cry
opens anew an unhealed space
where all that lives is the question-- "why?"
Let this heart heal as time goes past
and if an outburst leaves you aghast
let this heart heal.
Let this heart heal,
remember the daughterless role in
GoneSunlight pours into the wilted room.Gone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wall paper rolls, the ceiling sags
And a mist of ash, gray as the moon
Covers everything; hangs in the air; lags:
As if time had stopped its own watch
And the snow globe had been tilted one last time
To see the flakes fall slowly into a placid patch.
In all the world there is no more music, no more rhyme
For this Elegy. Only cracked highways and ashen lands;
Nothing but empty houses for the words of this Epitaph.
And the ash hangs like the hour's last sands
Suspended like the memories of the world now past.
These relics whisper not who was right and who was wrong,
Only to what is left, and who is gone.
Gaia's Dark SecretsGaia's Dark SecretsGaia's Dark Secrets3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by: Jonathan Marsolais
Three monsters who roam the landscape of Gaia
Three humans who sit on the thrones of Gaia
And only one weapon to be shared
By all who walk and sit on Gaia
These things are what gaia hides
Her dark secrets if you will
The emotions of sinful pleasures
What is truly hidden beneath the skin
The three monsters who walked Gaia
Were certainly of darkest quality pleasure
Being the creatures Wrath, Gluttony & Envy
They caused more pain than pleasure
These are the monsters Gaia hides
Her dark secrets if you will
The lesser evils of pleasure
Mermaid BansheeMermaid BansheeMermaid Banshee3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by: Jonathan Marsolais
Such a corrupt, lilting melody
Escapes someone's lips
From across the ocean
Trackit down, for I wish to know
Where such beauty lies
I do not know
What to do once I find it
For I know not what it is
The voice emanates
Such damaging ability
Reopneing old wounds
On my scarred skin
Where the corruption exists
I do not know
What to do when I meet it
For I know not how it ac
A sonata unheard of
By any man I have ever met
A beauty so great it corrupts
The lilting music from that creature
We see in the distance
I do not know
What to do when the moment comes
For I know not how it is
I finally see you
Far away in the distance
The sight should be horrifying
Yet I til
pockets of emptinesswhen morning opens my eyespockets of emptiness11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am still heavy with unlived dreams;
the dramas of the night
lace shadows over this face i find,
daughterless mother in the mirror.
still, i breathe.
i slide a Prozac over my tongue,
stumble through breakfast,
cancel another appointment.
in drinks, i measure the time left,
count the hours that pass without you.
still, i breathe.
i do what i cannot do without doing,
nap between, in increments of 20.
something within has rotted,
all is by rote, mechanical and dead
yet i am not without emotion.
still, i breathe.
i breathe and breathe and breathe,
sometimes i forget to remember
and sometimes i remember to forget.
mostly, i breathe these pockets of emptiness
all there is of you;
InvisibleSome days it was easy,Invisible5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They didnt even look,
Hiding from their eyes,
Was all it really took.
But other times they listened,
They tried to hear her voice,
Thats when she tried much harder,
To block out every noise.
At first invisible was lonely,
It was hard to learn the skill,
But after a few weeks of good practise
She could do it at her will.
It was easier than explaining
It took too long to reveal her thoughts,
Just sit back, let them ignore her,
Cleaner than the inside battle she fought.
Most people, they forgot her,
When she was visible they could not see,
They never suspected she was there,
Right where she was supposed to be.
She thought her plan was perfect,
To live life hidden from them all,
The thing she failed to realise,
Was the trip that caused her fall.
She forgot the catch in being unseen,
The fate she should have feared,
You can only pretend to be gone for so long,
Before you actually disappeared.
It was a day like any other,
As she walked in clear as glass,
AndySo Sad, the card that naught gets readAndy5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By Eyes long closed against words unsaid
I Love My Daughter, Not My ExGrief does not have an expected life-span,I Love My Daughter, Not My Ex1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
dying like the cancer-ridden antibodies
your uncle couldn't escape;
and 8 years of grief
is not a pointed finger.
I am not swallowing a secret lust
for a man who slapped my face;
the shape of my heart
is no fancy state-
the broken place where she lives
reduced to nothing more--
an empty space.
destructive criticismdestructive criticism3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i love the movies that you find terrible,
and love the books that you find dull.
i love the singers you think are corny
and you hate the songs that speak to my soul.
i love the poets you find too romantic,
and love the shows you find hard to follow.
i love the teachers you think are too stupid,
and you laugh at the insults i find hard to swallow.
i'm in love with a girl you think tries too hard,
and you're happy with being alone.
i love that Disney still makes me cry,
and you love humor that i have outgrown.
you critique my life like it was your own;
say me and my siblings are fighting too much,
say my house holds one too many cats
or that my writing is losing its touch.
i'm tired of hearing it, tired of arguing,
putting up with your insults to some degree.
but at least the two of us agree on one thing:
we both can't stand
to be around
I Am Taylor, Hear Me RoarI’m a normal kid.I Am Taylor, Hear Me Roar2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I mean, you see me in the halls and I’ve got my uniform on, just like everyone else. I wear a Wampus Cat hoodie because once a Cat, always a Cat. I carry around an Aztec-design purse and my car keys rattle from my FBLA keychain that’s on the strap. I’m a four-eyed freak. I make good grades—I mean 3.59 GPA grades. I participate in spirit week because it’s fun. I go to Gifted and Talented classes, but no one knows that’s Special Education, so I’m pretty much good.
If you pass me by in the halls, you can easily overlook me. I’m simple. I like to keep it that way.
Of course, people call out to me. I hear my name or the occasional nickname come from someone else’s mouth as I walk by. I wave to people a lot. Sometimes they brush my hair as they go by. Sometimes they touch my shoulder or my waist, or sometimes, they even like to scare me and lis
eleven letters without postageDear Cosmo or Seventeen Magazine or Whoever,eleven letters without postage5 years ago in Other More Like This
i can't relate to girls who wear high heels.
this is probably insignificant, but you never know...
Dear The Religious, Who Are Too Afraid To Take A Piss If God Doesn't Approve,
"there ain't no devil, there's just god when he's drunk."
Dear Tomorrow and The Day After,
you tell me to RSVP but
i hardly know if i'll make it.
don't worry if i don't show up,
i probably just hitched a ride
with The Weekend.
Dear Those Who Are Unhappy, Lonely or Having an Awful Evening,
but there is nothing i can do for you,
i love you and good luck.
Dear Tom Waits,
i know your married,
but i'm free every tuesday and saturday nights.
Dear Mapquest and Google,
thanks for keeping me on the right path,
and providing me with infinite amounts of porn.
you're like a good friend.
Dear Santa Clause,
i'm leaving out whiskey and artisan bread for you this year,
Dear My One True Love,
i've found someone else.
his name is josh. stop calling.
Dear The Front Porch, and
In memory of my DadDear DadIn memory of my Dad4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You walk alone without your legs without your arms without the cancer. I cry alone. I miss you. No one to talk with in times of sorrow or joy. Just a box of white ash resting on the table, waiting. A man unlike no other turned into sand. when it's time may you flourish in nature, in love and in god.
RedA whisper of silence,Red3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A shiver of death,
A blanket of fear,
These arms glisten crimson
Angry raging red
Sprayed across the bathroom floor
The numbing pain approaches,
And soothes my frantic mind
For just a short time
Til reality crashes down again.
PlunderedNailing shattered umbraePlundered3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the bodice
of a ghost ship,
I am finding too-little
(and still, somehow,
far too much)
of an unremembered
turn to cannonballs
and I'm yet to discover their purpose:
will they anchor
or destroy me?
Angels among usAngels among us3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I read the other day about a 12 year old who'd died,
took his life without a clue and left us wond'ring why.
They say his ma had killed herself when he was just a lad.
The article went on to say he never knew his dad.
Then there was the five year old, they say she was abused.
Her mother's boyfriend seems to be the one they have accused.
The newsman said the mother cried and did express regret.
Yet how could she just leave her child with a man she'd newly met?
I heard about a little boy with burn marks on his skin,
how could any mother think of doing that to him?
The surface wounds may heal but the damage still remains.
The scars deep within his heart will cause him future pain.
When will people realize that our children must be saved,
from perverts who exploit them in such ways that are depraved?
Children need protection and to cherish is a must.
Remember, they are really tiny angels here with us!
Humpty Dumpty (The Conspiracy)Humpty Dumpty (The Conspiracy)3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again"
at least that's been the prevailing theory...
The name's Dumpty. As in Sam Dumpty. Formerly know as little brother to the now dearly departed (God rest his yolk) Humpty.
This is my story. It was a conspiracy. Plain and simple. See, my brother married a gal named Sally, heretofore known as Sally Dumpty. She was a classy dame, with eyes that could burn right through ya and curves in all the right places, if ya know what I mean. Never could understand what she saw in my brother. Except that he had money, and lots of it. Everyone knew that the king had eyes for Sally. The way I see it, the king and Sally set the whole thing up. The king told Humpty he'd make him a knight. All he had to do was sit on a wall. Now everyone knows that the top of a wall is no place for an egg. But up went Humpty anyway. Never had a brain in hi
seis.i'm finding itseis.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
harder to breathe.
my lungs contract with
each thought of you,
and can we talk about the
fact that apologizing
does not mean you are
cinco.philosophy was never my strong point.cinco.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i spend countless hours
at night, staring at the
wondering if someone would ever want me.
SurrealitySurreality7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
whirly, twirly,swirly clouds
in a liquid sky
mother says be careful dear
have some tulip pie
mongrols, thieves, and vagrants dream
life beyond the sun
daddy says he's coming home
war was so much fun
cats and dogs and lizard things
raining all around
grandma flying toward the moon
won't stay on the ground
truthful lies and purple eyes
chaos at the door
people crying, pigs with wings
search for evermore
comets crashing people flee
rivers turn blood red
candy canes and chocolate drops
everyone is dead
dreams and scapes and vision quests
reality a blur
am I sleeping or awake
wish I could be sure
282 Days Into the Year and I'm Still Not LivingThere are probably more than a few times that I have gotten myself into situations I cannot undo without rattling my own bones. There are probably less than two times in which I have come out unscathed: makeup, check; hair, check; smile, check. In fact, I cannot remember a time where someone got hurt to a point of their lungs sinking back into their chest cavity and it wasn't me.282 Days Into the Year and I'm Still Not Living3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I cannot remember a time that I ever loved myself.
When I was younger—much younger than I am now—I craved attention. My mom used to beat me and my dad never talked to me and I had no friends because I was a freak (labeled: depression, anxiety, cutscutscuts, mayday, mayday, she's going to explode,) and the few friends I kind of hung around were only there when I acted fake and kept my mouth shut. I just wanted companionship. But, more than that, I wanted attention, any kind of attention I could get from anyone.
When I was younger—much younger than I am now&