make like yellow and slow downThis is a story about octagonsmake like yellow and slow down5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and road rage. Well, actually,
this isn't a story; instead, this
is a to-do list. So complete it.
Paint a stop sign green,
and GO away, one way,
says an arrow on some
other sign not to follow.
Paint this one magenta;
paint that one cerulean.
Transform an entire street
into a Crayola crayon box.
Park in a no parking zone.
Go directly to jail. Escape.
Go three times the speed
limit, dumbass driver. Get
caught. Get a ticket. Get
a life. Give me your ticket,
but tell me it's for a train.
Paint the railroad crossing
sign invisible. Wait for it.
Eat the 't' in train. "Hey,
I'm a weatherman now."
Flash flood alert: drown
yourself. If you survive
the trainwreck, at least.
Locate the nearest crosswalk,
and backflip to the other side.
Please get hit by a bus or car
or truck. Get run over by an
ambulance for the Irony. Die
in the hospital. I could hope.
pollenwasp-waisted beautypollen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
changing your dress or addressi sent you my love,changing your dress or address5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a big fat fucking
ugly stamp on it.
RETURN TO SENDER
i guess my love wasn't enough.
maybe i should have bought you
a better ego or pair of sunglasses
you'd only wear once. new clothes
to match this month's persona. oh,
aren't you fashionable? my fashion
of intricate packaging love letters
with pretty ritzy glitzy glitter
and a cathartic bow on top.
laced with ribbon. purple.
no, no, no. TRY AGAIN.
maybe the mail glitched?
i re-sent you my love.
correction: i resent you, my love
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."Judgement4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails."
"And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit."
"Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me."
"And I'm dead inside."
"Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough."
"You're right. Except yo
AstroYou are a trajectory from which I have fallen, Moon-boundAstro2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Earth-boy. With height and speed your molecules shifted;
I dropped away by degrees — further, then further.
There must be all the sky between us now,
but I taste your dust with my fingertips,
Introductions"Hi, I'm-"Introductions4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I know who you are."
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"
"You're the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more."
"You don't understand weakness the way-"
"You're the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks."
"Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when-"
Muse:She corrodes star shapes intoMuse:3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the hearts of sleeping poets,
CompleteI treasure books; you never study.Complete5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I hate much noise; you love to party.
I stop to think; you're quick to act,
And never ponder or regret.
I play it safe, you live to gamble.
With risk and luck your days are tangled.
I'm down-to-earth; you float on dreams,
Dismissing life's "prosaic" scenes.
I'm serious; you thrive on humor:
What I call failure, you call "bloomer."
We're opposites, like tart and sweet.
That's why, with you, I am complete.
Destroy This PoemDestroy This PoemDestroy This Poem8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To the person grading this poem
To the kind, patient woman hovering over this with a pen
Waiting to say kind, patient words in response, do me a favor:
Dont Patronize me.
I did not slave over this with hammer and anvil
Shaping it into a masterpiece.
I didnt paint it onto the ceiling of some church,
Going blind from the pain and the stress.
I didnt even turn this in on time.
And while Im writing this in my fifth-period economy class,
You can bet Im not concerned with iambs and troches and Italian terza rima.
No, Im concerned with how much water is left in my water bottle.
This isnt a masterpiece.
Who are we kidding?
Youre not going to hurt it, and you most certainly arent going to hurt me.
Dont patronize me.
I want you to destroy my work.
I want you to rip it to shreds with sadistic dominatrix glee.
Tear it apart from margin to margin;
Laugh openly at its crippled, struggling body.
Afraid to SpeakMy lips start to tremble,Afraid to Speak5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not dare speak.
I wish i could tell you,
but i am too weak.
My heart tenses up
as days open and close.
Someone, hear my plea,
take me out of this doze.
You walk in the doorway,
i avert my gaze.
Do not notice me,
and do not say it's a phase.
I'm sick of these words,
I hear them every day.
The last person i want to hear it from
is you, or i will pay.
It will cut deep in me,
deeper than you will know.
Because i can hide it, you see,
but the pain will only grow.
Inside me it will stay,
but i'm good at this game.
You'll be none-the-wiser
to this incredible pain.
Don't reject this feeling,
it is more than you and i.
But even though it has control,
i've found that i don't mind.
Because it's more than what you think,
more than just a sham;
it's more than just a feeling -
this is who i am.
Crazy?Am I crazy?Crazy?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I am.
Yup, definitely crazy.
That's what I am.
I must be crazy.
I have to be out of my mind.
I don't want to be like everyone else.
I don't want to dress up.
I don't want a relationship.
I don't want to fall into fads.
I don't want to listen to gossip.
I don't want to be mean.
I don't want to be super nice.
I don't want to constantly be on my phone.
I don't want to listen to your problems.
I want to be myself.
I want to wear miss-matched clothes.
I want to be by myself.
I want to like what I like.
I want to hear silence.
I want to be caring.
I want to be calm.
I want to deal with my own problem.
I want to hear my own thoughts.
I want to be myself.
truth...we lovedtruth...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You've been on my mind...Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.You've been on my mind...8 years ago in General More Like This
earth inside methe earth inside of meearth inside me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is so large that it is crumbling
out of my body,
the dirt on my hands
is far from subtle
but I do not want to look clean--
to look like something
the surges in my blood
swell up like the vigor
of hand washing,
gentle til obsession
then there is blood,
it is licking at my eyes
(in the corners
where once there was darkness),
and still I am
not a day goes by
that I forget,
not one day
that you do not
that I am a sizable sea
at peace (with me)
and have no desire
(in growing waves)
to chew through my wrists,
that I have found
a way to stop you
in my mind;
I try to sleep,
I pray for sleep,
and then the clock reads
4:30pm and the guilt
over my head
til the next time
I go to bed
(my mattress, my bed,
my flower bed;
dirt rows tilled to my brim
because I am unclean
no matter the rain who tries
to dampen and dim
the grave I am in.)
an arc is an infinite number of straight linessay ian arc is an infinite number of straight lines2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& you too
& asked it to appear
& so it soul-sprouted out of earth
or spilled all star-dusted from heaven
or emerged from a gang of goliath worms
& was so splendidly riddled with prisms
we saw god in marvelous feathers
of flaking gold or seven robes
of mica or divinely impoverished
with a putrid buzzard’s beard
we were destined
our phantoms of truth be
so distinctly two of these
that they must eventually
down inside the kuk, kuk & skow
crackling out each green heron beak
is a different sort of time
or now than is
grown within the roh-roh-roh & awk
of every great blue one
deep within a claw of bear
black & river-blessed
exists a unique air
of holy space
which is oh-so-never
alike that which is
sewn within a talon of owl-bird
silent & flying ready-spread
with fiery night-sky eyes
far along the sweet flag
patch of summer swords
withered & seeds to set
How I Measure LoveYou asked me how much I love you.How I Measure Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a scale from one to ten.
I whispered, "Infinity."
Because if I took a brush,
dipped in our love,
and painted a line made of whispered wishes,
and passionate kisses,
and tried to measure how much I love you,
it would stretch to the outer reaches of the universe.
And everyone would see that line,
twisting and curving,
in shades of happy tears and butterfly wings,
and say that someone crazy must have spent all that time painting it.
Or someone in love.
It would cross oceans on the backs of fish,
and cover cities, countries, and continents,
eventually breaching the atmosphere,
to play connect the dots with the stars.
It would ricochet off comet tails,
and weave playfully between Saturn's rings.
It would paint the universe in colors,
and pale pastels,
that people could see, when they looked up into the night sky.
Like the northern lights,
our love could light up the Heavens.
It would paint the tips of wheat plants,
dyeing the field in
In Three ActsmanIn Three Acts6 years ago in Typographical More Like This
i'm contradictory at best.i wonder what it's like to look into your face and not want to spill every secret i've ever had. i want to be startlingly indifferent. i want to say i don't care and mean it. i want to be reckless in more than that jaywalking every morning on my way to work sort of way. i want to say something that will completely change the course of everything forever. i want to be the sort of thing people need to invent a new word for, because "cataclysmic" won't cover what a disaster i am.i'm contradictory at best.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i want to be someone new.
i worry about why the air always tastes several degrees colder than your skin. i know there's a correlation that i haven't figured out yet, but my mind doesn't work fast enough to make the connections anymore. i worry that all the synapses are breaking apart and my brain is shutting down. i worry that i'm dying in slow motion from the inside out so no one can even tell. not that anyone would care, but i worry about the most absurd of things. and then i worry that i don't worry enough abo
telling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards-7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrews bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he cant see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of red arrows. i don't notice his eyes rolling back in his head or the graceful way his body collapses to the floor.
the only thing i notice is the distinct thudding sound as his head hits the metal shelf and the screaming that may or may not be mine.
later in the hospital he calls for me and says he wants to apologize for keeping secrets, and the doctors launch into a medical explanation of his cancer.
their eyes are sad.
.tell me a lie_she said, "Lie to me".tell me a lie_5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he said, "I love you"
self-imagecan we tradeself-image5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just for a while;
i want to see myself
the way you do.
Death"Do you fear death?"Death4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute because it will never ever be yours."
"Do you fear death?"
A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night to hear a song, just to remind yourself, you're going to be all right? Over and over again until it doesn't work anymore."
"Do you fear death?"
The invisible chain linked through my fingers, and I closed my tired eyes, this time, hearing the impatience in th