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.
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
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
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.
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.)
the difference between lonelyi feel it in my spine.the difference between lonely4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i feel it in my teeth.
i feel it in my bones, their very marrows
aching like something was once there
but is missing, like the ghost of it has gone missing,
like their maws are hanging from their teeth
in some sad sickness.
i want to throw my head back and scream.
i want to feel the tears stream upwards
instead of down, to take to the sky
and fall back to you as rain.
i can't stop feeling.
you are prismatic,
you are line and shadow,
you are the earth and moon and stars and you.
i want rivers to flood my body,
i want to drown in water too hot to feel,
i want to sleep in the snow
and pretend it's you next to me
as i turn blue.
reminds me of you
reminds me of you
reminds me of you.
i can't look at the trees
without imagining your birch forest,
i can't brush things off as a consequence of life
without hearing your voice rise, impassioned by upset.
i'm tired of feeling.
i'm tired of thinking of you
when you're not thinking of me.
i'm tired of lovi
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.
.tell me a lie_she said, "Lie to me".tell me a lie_4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he said, "I love you"
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
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
in love with a dream catcheryou packed your old suitcase full of pink rosesin love with a dream catcher5 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
Destroy This PoemDestroy This PoemDestroy This Poem7 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.
Not againns again. Yesterday I...Not again5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
conversation with my window."what're you staring at?"conversation with my window.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"you're staring at something. you're staring at me."
"that's because you're my window. you're there for me to look through."
"is that all i am to you? just a window?"
"well, kind of. yes."
"ever noticed how i'm always locked, to keep the bad things away?"
"demons can sift through even locked windows."
"yes but demons aren't real. or, well, the ones i'm talking about. haven't you noticed how my blinds are always open just enough for the moonlight to to reach your bed at midnight? and haven't you noticed how i heat up this lovely little chair over here for you to sit in when you get home? ever noticed how comfortable it is?"
"as serious as a window could be."
"how serious is that?"
"ask yourself where you'd be without me. alone in a dark room, that's where. when you were in the fourth grade, and you had to draw that picture of your room, did you leave me out? no. admit it, i'm important to you, too. but it feels like you're
if my name had quotation marksi hate how you liveif my name had quotation marks5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a "Perfect" life without me;
what i hate more, though,
is the importance
two measly quotation marks
From Whence She CameBack down to the sea-floor she goesFrom Whence She Came4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
back to the coracle-clusters and starfish that
clamour, cling to her heart too tight,
walking barefoot towards where she
came from. It is too hard walking on
earth, the way she wears pain like a wedding ring
Back down, down, crawling on her belly
on the forest-floor, alive with the buzz and crawl
of worms and bird-prey. Back where she belongs with her
crazy palpitating wolf-heart, her bloody
deer-throat leaking in the snow, her yellow
eyes in the dark.
Back down, beyond subway trains, piano lessons,
falling rain, from whence she came, to the snow-covered womb
where she first gulped air.
Back down to a place before wildflowers,
fish on land, back to a locked box
full of old souls, from whence
telling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards-6 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.
shuteyegot my mamashuteye4 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
In Three ActsmanIn Three Acts6 years ago in Typographical More Like This
RapeI am a 17 year old girlRape4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My eyes sparkle in the daylight
I have a smile that can light up the whole room
I have an amazing family
My friends are the best that anyone could ever ask for
My boyfriend is amazing
Someday I am going to live in a big pretty house just like the one I grew up in
When I graduate I am going to go to a good college and learn to do my dream job
After college I am going to marry my prince charming
And we will live happily ever after
I will have beautiful children
And I will love them with all of my heart
And when they grow up I will become a grandmother
When the time comes I will die peacefully in my sleep with my loyal husband at my side
I have a perfect life.
I am a seventeen year old girl
My tears glisten in the cold moonlight
My smile, like me, is broken and fake
I am all alone
With friends that will never understand
And an ex boyfriend who is wondering what he did wrong
My big house is filled with emptiness and shattered dreams
At school my classmates happy
kryptonite kidi.kryptonite kid1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I'll be batman,
and you can be my robin,"
you said with a smile.
(it's just like you
to want to play the hero.
you speak when
someone pulls the string on your back:
you have all the right words.)
when I was a little girl,
I wished I could be a superhero.
all I needed was a radioactive spider,
or hidden powers
or super soldier serum.
I grew up in pursuit of these,
and became an adult when I realized
that I'd never find them.
I miss the days when I believed
all I needed was a cape to save the world.
I knew you weren't the one
because somehow I still wanted a hero,
somehow I still believed they existed:
one person who could rescue the city
all in a day's work.
I knew you had the framework
but not the heart,
a branchless tree
with no roots.
sometimes I stand on the edge,
wishing I could fly
but knowing I never will.
I think it's enough to pretend
I'll learn how one day.
(in other words,
I'm not your sidekick.)
.she calls down angels.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to burn their
to see them rise then
fall, those flailing
she tells them, this
is what it's like
to be human
and they say judgement
will arrive for you, my
girl, you will be
cleansed by burning
and i strike another match
All Forty-fourI hid the scars... all forty-four.All Forty-four5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I knew that he knew, but he never asked. Not once.
I hide a smile because I know he doesn't mind them, but I frown a little at his easy acceptance.
Does he really hate them in his heart? These scars. My ever present brands of personal rejection.
He squeezes my hand and I look at the ring on my finger.
"Acceptance" the little diamonds seem to say.
I pull my sleeves down lower and slouch a little more.
I know he's seen the scars- those accursed scars- on my arms, but what about my shoulders, my neck.... my back?
I escape to the bathroom and look in the mirror. They are still there, I know, but I remove my shirt to check anyway. There they are, white and mocking as they have been for years. Forty-four individual voices saying that I'm ugly. I believe them.
Quietly he enters the bathroom, and stands behind me. His reflection remains emotionless as his eyes rove my back. He says nothing, but brushes my hair away fr
a little perspectivei sit up,a little perspective4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
face the sunlight,
and yawn a little
i comb the dreams
from my hair,
letting the world
seep through my skin,
and slip into
buttons to my
with bobbing heads-
thick as bones
fall into themselves
like little houses
only there are no
queens or kings,
only days, only
lovers split and lovers
sob and lovers stop
loving and shatter
like mirrors and
go poor and some
the streets stink
of death and lies
and cheats and love,
and memories, fleeting
and fragile, slipping
through the asphalt
cracks and i am
brushing my teeth
and skipping down the stairs,
but some girls are skipping
meals, some families are
skipping meals and some
people have forgotten
what a meal even is,
they only know
mugs and the chime of coins,
and here i slump
beneath the weight of
books and papers
and red A's and
B's smearing like