make like yellow and slow downThis is a story about octagonsmake like yellow and slow down6 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.
in love with a dream catcheryou packed your old suitcase full of pink rosesin love with a dream catcher6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and set out to find where the
using the moon beams through tree branches
to guide you.
you wanted to lay your head in the grass
tangle your hair in the sedge
and have music surround you from every
unmeasured inch of earth that equals the outdoors.
you wanted to press your fingers into the top soil
and bottom soil
while it was still cool and kept its fresh
you said everyone's dreams were caught
on angel hair-
[a prettier name for spider webs]
that silvery thread that floats on the wind and
sticks to your face.
i didn't believe you, but
i could see in your eyes
that you were going to be the one to find those dreams.
you were going to
[be the one to]
sail away one misty morning in a boat
just because you wanted to.
just because the world wanted to
when i held you
and when you were closest to me
i felt you getting further away. it scared me
but i knew you
[didn't belong to me]
were a wild
You've been on my mind...Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.You've been on my mind...9 years ago in General More Like This
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.)
.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"
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.
Death"Do you fear death?"Death5 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
Introductions"Hi, I'm-"Introductions5 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-"
changing your dress or addressi sent you my love,changing your dress or address6 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
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.
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
Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all."Complicated5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?"
"There is nothing wrong with you."
"Can you say that again?"
"I said, you aren't sick!"
"Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway."
"You're a hypochondriac."
"What?! Listen you-"
"Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing."
"So. What did the doctor say?"
"That it's complicated."
"Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out."
"You sound skeptical."
"You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class."
"And about how your heart races and your hands shake."
"And about how you can't sleep at night and you can't concentrate."
"Yes, yes, all of that, I told him everything I told you."
"Did you also happen to mention the boy who sits in front of you in that class?"
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Tell me something. Have you noticed
shuteyegot my mamashuteye5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a golden needle,
she hid it
in the hay -
the sweet things in life
are worth looking for
'til your eyes just
Save The Whales"You know what?"Save The Whales6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"We should never fall in love."
"Well, it's simple, really."
"Explain it to me, then."
"We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams."
"I still don't quite understand."
"I am a dreamer, and you are a dream."
"Thanks, I guess."
"No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm the whale. I can't do anything except wait for you to finally save me."
"I'll save you. I don't mind."
"I'll never thank you. I'm a whale; I can't talk."
"I don't care. I'll save you anyway. And you're wrong, you know."
"I'm not quite what you make me out to be. I laugh so I won't cry, yet that doesn't save me when I'm alone. I try to save the
the soccer game.the thing is, i needthe soccer game.5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
the deer to mean something.
i go to the soccer game and smile
and nod while something furious
inside of me is screaming.
a deer appears while the sun
is setting and it's like a scene
from a movie: green grass and gold rays
that spread out, tingeing our feet
with one last bit of wednesday.
everyone watches the deer and makes
noises of appreciation and i look
around and i think to myself
"okay, this is it, i am happy."
the deer is watching me and i try
to decide if it's a metaphor.
i want the deer to be death, see,
to represent fucking or blacking
out or apathy or loneliness.
someone does something heroic
with a soccer ball and i watch
my hands clap together over and over.
okay, or maybe the deer is supposed
to be happy. maybe the deer
represents attending social
events and sitting with people.
maybe the deer means that
i'm ready to let go.
the girl beside me looks over
and asks if i've written any poems
lately. (that's all she knows of me,
that i write poems and
things i must do before i die:Learn to Fly. Travel Europethings i must do before i die:6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my soulmate. Sleep on
top of the Eiffel Tower. Wake
up naked in a Greek truckstop.
Tell a gondolier my life story in
Venice. Ask his. Swing dance on
the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Tell
Moscow "good morning". Smile.
Learn the waltz. Perform a
valse in the Himalayas. The
Swiss Alps. Nepal. Pretend
the sky has a second job as
a ballroom. Befriend a star.
Climb Mt Everest. Jump off.
Survive. Throw a snowball
at my past regrets. Laugh.
Learn German. Learn Dutch.
Learn every language in the
book. Become a translator.
Quit. Become the world's
best lover. Quit. Become
a God. Get fired. Look up
apotheosis in dictionaries
labelled Keep Out. Shake
hands with Zeus. Discuss
religion, drink wine, throw
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.
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
In Three ActsmanIn Three Acts7 years ago in Typographical More Like This
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
not everything is beautifulso here's the thing:not everything is beautiful5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're not you
and i'm not me
and we're not us.
and all i know is that this
is heartbreak in the worse way
since right now
i know i can't have you
but ohdeargod please
i really do want you.
and maybe everything
is a circle so i'll get you
or will be okay since life goes onandonandon
or is about to completely destroy me
or is just...done with. complete. over.
but one thing i know
is that it is november
and i am so so sick
of saying goodbye
to things i love.
but it's true that
has an ending
and this is mine.
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,