For a Moment ThereI am
a fear of love,
fear of rejection.
a flawed face,
scratched at by tortured nails.
a water stained mirror,
that sad souls wish to break.
stretched white skin,
that tired fingers pull at in dismay.
Once full of life but abandoned,
greedy hands cracked open my fragile shell.
My heart a hollow space forcefully licked clean.
a fetal form, knees to chin,
wrapped in a patched up blanket
of bitterness and insecurities.
When will I be reborn?
3 Month PuppetOctober:3 Month Puppet5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I order another coffee; she's always late.
I see her coming. The emotions radiating off her body could power a small country but she would come with the package and the small country would return her with a complaint letter.
She starts talking before she's even in the seat. "We are going on our first date!"
I start up my brain, which maybe-someday-husband is this? Number 12? Number 22, if I consider the guys that shared sweat with her for a night and left the memory of her name along with the memory of her in a cheap motel bed.
I feign excitement. Raise eyebrows? Check. Arrange the lips just right? Check. "Oh my god, where is he taking you!?" I already know it's going to be similar to the answers before.
"A football game, it will be sooo fun," she says.
I digest this, yes it's the same as the others: hiking, action movies, gaming arcade.
"You hate sports," I say.
She tilts her head in thought, here it comes. "I know, but he wanted to go."
The Lonely DanceA room of endless dark,The Lonely Dance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the air so heavy,
Surrounded by unknown mysteries;
such hungry eyes.
The music and the sway of soft limbs begging for touch.
The song thrums across the floor.
The dance floor an abused heart,
Something inside us all awakens alive and wild;
the distinction between us and other mammals grows thin.
They push their bodies together needing to feel connected,
the dancers all searching for something,
they do not know the name but they find it,
at least for tonight.
Their bodies ache, just a sip is all they need,
at least that's what they believe.
Eyes search out their nightly fix, they head to quiet places.
Desperate nails digging into flesh, a gasp,
A content sigh, they are sated but it will again sprout and grow when the
morning sun lights upon the newly planted seed in their emotional desert.
My eyes travel across the room,
hands reach up like flowers towards the sun;
a girl stands alone she's the piece that doesn't fit.
Such sad eyes d
HoneyYou are my sugar tongued goddess.Honey5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My angel faced queen of deceit.
Your fingers twist lies like cat's cradle,
Weaving in and out so skillfully.
Safely curled in your dark womb,
Your words so sweet I eat them whole
And don't stop to wonder
Why my stomach aches afterwards.
Unfortunate Limericks1.Unfortunate Limericks4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There was a hot girl who loved money,
With a fat wallet you need not be funny;
But age ran its course,
Without much remorse,
And she has no one to love and call honey.
There was a little boy with a bat,
Who used it to beat up his cat;
The cat ran away,
He cries in dismay,
Because the house is infested with rats.
There once was a girl who would scream,
She lied, "It's to let off some steam."
Her mom lost her hearing,
And thus lost her bearing,
So she tied her up and threw her downstream.
There was a teen girl in New York,
Her diet consisted of pork;
She got really big,
And kids called her pig,
So now she stabs at her flesh with a fork.
There once was a lady with mean words,
And she loved to throw them at birds;
The birds had a fit,
They were done with her sh**,
So they shut her mouth by dropped some turds.
There was a man with a gay son,
And in disgust his son he did shun;
The son ran away,
And still to this day,
They wonder why all he packed was a gun.
There was an
MonstersWe are so worried about the monsters under the bed.Monsters5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While all the other creatures on the planet worry about the real monsters,
the ones that walk on two legs.
it was all in your eyesMy hair was pinned away from my eyes because I didn't want to miss anything.it was all in your eyes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I look back on the day we met, I wish I had let my bangs down to shield my so-juvenile eyes from yours lanterns of jaded reality.
I was ordering a coffee and noticed you scribbling forcefully across a much-abused page that would have probably yielded to the pressure if not for the tables support.
As I got closer though my eyes fell across your long lashes and thin wrists and I had this desire to hold you in my arms and break your grim exterior with my need-to-please lips.
I hadn't noticed I had stopped right next to you until you glanced up. Sometimes you just can't ignore physical attraction; especially when you're barely controlling your hands from reaching out to count the freckles scattered across their cheekbones.
I thought you were so cool with your poetry and cigarettes.
Naivety made me believe that I could sew you back together; I'm good with a needle. If I held you delicately, said all
Books Break BordersI met this girl on a manga forum,Books Break Borders4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She's honestly pretty cool.
I could not lay claim to her bishie,
That was her only rule.
She tells me she's from China,
I say I'm in the UK;
I would tell her I'm American
But nobody likes us these days.
We talk almost every day,
It's smiley galore.
We like almost all the same mangas,
We're best friends to the core.
I told her I needed pants.
"I thought they called them trousers?"
Oh crap that was so careless,
Do more research with my browser.
She's starting to think something's fishy,
She's seeing through my lies.
I should not have made that comment
Saying I want Mrs. Obama's thighs.
I finally break down
And to her I must confess.
"I'm sorry, I'm American!
I own a chihuahua and plastic breasts!"
She will not take my calls;
On the forum I am blocked.
I beg and plead for forgiveness
And stare sadly at the clock.
She finally forgives me
With only one demand;
When she comes to visit,
I must take her to Disneyland.
Summer SimplicityAlready in shorts and bright colored tees,Summer Simplicity5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Run up the stairs to the house with youthful ease.
Drop the schoolwork in the trash it doesn't really matter,
I won't be going back to school until two months after.
Time to buy watermelon and tons of ice cream,
Driving mom crazy when she trips on rinds and seeds.
Run towards the ocean and transform into a fish,
Find a starfish in the sand and make a special wish.
Sunburn on my nose but I don't really care,
Won't be seeing the age spots for another fifty years.
Got sand in my bathing suit and in my ears,
Grandma says the ocean is made of a billion angel tears.
Make new friends on the shore and promise letters all the time,
Memories of their names forgotten when summer hits its prime.
A cute boy with a stick draws both our initials in a heart,
He is the love of my life until I remember boys laugh at all their farts.
Summer is now over, the bathing suit goes back inside the drawer,
The bright sun and sandcastles will fade when the rain begins to
Lemonade with SundayIt's one of those days, you know, the ones where the air is so thick and heavy you feel like your sucking it in through a big old quilt. Every time I wake up to these days for a moment I don't want to get out of bed, because days like these are the ones that are full of memories that I am the only keeper over.Lemonade with Sunday5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember that when we were kids you would come running up my stairs on days like this happy as a pig in the mud. I would answer the door already in a bad mood because my hair was sticking to the sweat on the back on my neck, every time I would frown and say, "boy what is wrong with you, you're not supposed to smile in hell." But my moods never slowed you down. You loved those days when the lowest temperature was 90°F, days of lemonade and lying in the tall grass absorbing that awful sun. My only desire was to soak in a cold bath all day but you would lay in that grass with those freckles across your cheeks and that infectious smile and I would sit out there because that sm
We Are the World[we are the world.]We Are the World5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
afternoon makes me sad.
it's something about the color of the sunlight
and the length of shadow.
this day will never come again.
so hold onto it.
[we are charging into battle, shot from a cannon, heads held high, flags waving.]
she wears a ring around her left ring finger
to pretend she isn't so alone.
she knows that there's still
only canned soup
and her pet goldfish
to come home to.
[we are blazing hearts of glory, singing for freedom and life at the top of our lungs.]
she's mascara-smeared and drowning.
they spit those words
in the cold metal-bound hallways,
bitch. slut. stupid. fat. ugly.
storing secrets in the back of her underwear drawer,
wishing she could return them.
the tags and receipts are gone,
she doesn't even remember how much they were worth in the first place.
crying doesn't do anything except get the pillow wet,
and at some point, she simply ran out of tears.
[we are grass-stained knees, wind-tangled hair, and sk
DepartureThe world hasDeparture5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
taken you from
our firm grasp,
but the pain
you felt in life
has faded away.
You wait patiently
for us to follow,
to see you again
in a better light.
No sorrow dwells
within in the realm
in which you now
lay your head to rest.
August 3rd, 2010
didn't i ever tell youballerina shoes seethe with dust and ididn't i ever tell you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
am lying in the corner on a
you spun for me with your dreams
but didn't i tell you,
didn't i ever tell you dreams are lies
and hope is just a fairy tale
it's as dead as happily-ever-after
piano keys dig into the soles of your
feet but you walk on them because
maybe, maybe, the notes will
leak through your dry, hard skin and
give you the music back
but didn't i tell you,
didn't i ever tell you music is a lonely
sound, locked up in a soul-cage
music is trapped by the bones of my heart
guitar strings hang from the ceiling
and snap themselves into your stringy
dark hair, wrenching the follicles out
of your skull but you don't care about
how you look, you just want the memories
to leak from string to mind
but didn't i tell you,
didn't i ever tell you memories don't exist
anywhere except in heaven
and maybe that's not there either
pencils stand with their spines heart-
breakingly straight, their knobby backs
a kind of yel
Haunting ShadowsTime slips away,Haunting Shadows5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Like some sort of sand,
Its colours fade between,
The forming gaps in my hand...
The clock ticks on,
And I just have to glance,
At the shadow behind me,
To know I don't have a chance...
I turn to face it,
"My soul?" I ask,
and the shadow nods,
And moves on past...
It takes me to the rooftops,
To see from the sky,
To see everyone I have hurt,
And have made to cry...
I ask, with sadness in my tone,
He turns to look into my heart,
And shatters every bone...
A Smoke for YouA Smoke for YouA Smoke for You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Doug Gealy
I am awake
I am alone
I am fading away into the world unknown
My garage is darker than darkness can express
I am surrounded by black tar so thick,
It would take ten suns to penetrate its mass
My body sinks into the lawn chair it occupies
Time freezes over
Reality takes a break, long overdue
A coffee and a smoke for you
And you and you
For all of you
Well for me, the man who never sleeps
My eyes stay open for this eerie dream
My coffee is cold
My pack is empty
The boxes, bikes, gadgets, trash, and trinkets
Float around me in this tar filled sea
My mind struggles to swim
Upstream away from me
The bubble through which I see springs a leak
The night has found me
And I am not asleep
Rather than invade my opened space
The substance of shadows slowly vanishes to a distant place
A place I wish to one-day visit
I am awake
I am alone
I am fading away into the world unknown
I now exist within four white walls
No boxes, bikes, gadgets, trash, or tri
The Tombstone Is My GodThe clouds are choking on ashes today.The Tombstone Is My God5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are stone angels trying to fly,
but oh, they never will.
is my war paint.
Piles of dust,
abandoned dwellers of the urn.
spears dipped in shadow.
was supposed to be my tomb.
The grim reaper
has his scythe sliding between my teeth,
oh, but he won't go any deeper.
Myself I drench
in the rotten stench
of everyone I've loved
So at ease
and feeling pleased
that I'm the one
strike twiceit's like stickingstrike twice5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your finger in
flower petals like
excising that lump of meat
in my ribcage
trying to remember how
we really changed
into these monsters that haunt the
beyond the edge of the world
let's stay lit the fuck up and light
up the sky; let's never
let it get any
than it is right fucking now,
no, i am not afraid but
you might want to
remember that i am already a
it feels wrong in every bone and
i don't give
this is how i breathe;
i'm drowning in this concrete cage, prison
made of crystal, ice, glass,
fuck that just let me have my
this is my shock therapy
open sky.luminous orbs of azure andopen sky.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
flesh of silken glory, your
transfiguration is at last
rebirthing into the world,
your eyes are quick to depict
blinking with all the curiosity
you ever harbored.
onward, you push yourself past
lips of broken silences and the
night without light, crawling
and flying at the moon.
pushing aside a shall of grief,
sins transgressed no longer on wings,
you fly into the horizon with
every steady beat of the heart.
yesterday, had occurred a
phenomenon; an eclipse of
your heart that drowned us all.
the mist and fog, tinted raven black
swarmed all around, breaking only
for the marvelous glare of a white rose
from a distance you watched,
the clouds began to disperse.
you flew away from the view,
and that's the last we saw of you.
yesterday, not only were you set free,
but I attended your funeral,
i still remember, those blue eyes.
you and other failed wishes.you and other failed wishes.you and other failed wishes.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i feel like i'm in a
deserted place right
now, but of course i'm not.
you're still not here any
more, and, finally, i'm
beginning to see things differently.
every time i catch a glimpse of you,
my heart does something funny and
unpleasant and it makes me wonder
how many bruises it has from
dropping from such a height
into my stomach.
you were never one who could
see constellations in freckles
on someone's skin, and you
never understood why my
spine would crack sometimes
if i breathed in too deeply.
you never knew that i didn't
like the things we kept in
coffins to stay there for very
long, or that every time you
hid behind your smile i had
to fight myself a little harder.
so many things began to go
unspoken until i had so much
trouble distinguishing the truth
from the not-so-true and i never
truly realized that behind your
eyes you never really cared about
my mental health anyway.
you could always keep
pushing it because in all
The Morning CommuteThe Morning CommuteThe Morning Commute6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
It's a strange thing how thoughts and perceptions of hours and days blur into each other when regular sleep is elusive. Each day began pretty much the same. I would wake to my cell phone's alarm and climb out of bed in an automatic motion independent of conscious thought. My roommate, sleeping in the bunk below me, might have rolled over in response, but I never noticed. In the night light of the bathroom, I used a pony-tail holder to restrain the strip of foot-long hair which ran from my forehead to the nape of my neck.
I don't remember getting dressed, but I must have done so before slipping on my boots and lacing them tight, the bottoms of my fatigues tucked into the tops. From the closet in what passed for a hallway I grabbed a flannel shirt and my army surplus wool trench. It was WWII Italian officer issue nice and warm for a cold San Francisco morning. I pulled the soft
tattoo artistone time you compare me to a dancer.tattoo artist5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i ask why.
you claim my every movement is as graceful
as the gentle turning of the earth,
as precise as the path of a raindrop
shattering perfectly into glass.
Where did you read that? Shakespeare?
Ye of little faith. I don't dance.
dumb puppy, soft-headed loser,
i adore you but i do not trust your brains.
it is freezing outside when we walk across
the gap between
cars, and you show me what it feels
like to be touched by numb
lips, pressed against a wall of my reticence
like a bone-chilling wind.
It was just a kiss. Why did you look at me that way?
For once I thought somebody understood.
i close the door
to keep out wind and fear and confusion and you.
it doesn't take me long to explain all
your bad points.
in summary, you are a selfish reckless rock-solid
phony with gossamer insides and armor out
idiot for love, unstable as ripe volcanic magma
and just as passionate.
But I will follow you on destruction's path.
Boy, we'll blaze out
I'm Perfectly InsaneHow's it feel to be insane?I'm Perfectly Insane5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Imagine being able to smell colors and taste emotions and feel sounds. I speak my mind and everyone calls it outlandish or I'm just that guy full of conspiracy theories. I promise you the sky really will fall down one day and I won't be there to save anyone. I'll watch out my window and secretly laugh inside because then I won't be crazy anymore; I'll be the one everyone should have listened to. Do you think I'm insane?
You asked me out the first time you saw me. You kissed me on our first date. You gave me your virginity after we were together for a month. You told me you loved me after I told you I was going to push you away. I kissed another boy at a party when you were out of town but you forgave me anyways. The stars are getting dimmer and the clouds are caving in and so are my ribs, yet you're still with me. How could I possibly think you were insane?
The first time I saw you, you actually saw me too. I kissed you because I thou
HallowsAs your hand moved from left to right,Hallows5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And with that quill had my fate signed
After having my every word declined,
I thought only about the coming night.
How many had fallen to that quill before?
For wanting the likes of you to adore?
And as the night came and gone,
I only thought about the dreadful key,
That holds me, even as I am empty,
And I can't help but feel as a pawn.
How many has that key locked away before?
For wanting the likes of you to adore?
And as the sun rises over the window view,
And as the time comes. I put on my noose
I'd do it all again, if I would get to choose
But now 'tis the time for my bloody curfew.
How many has that noose silenced before?
For wanting the likes of you to adore?
little boy in a broken worldlittle boy,little boy in a broken world5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one day you will unstitch yourself from that outgrown shadow
and find that your hands are no longer too small
to grasp at the clouds.
one day you will spread your new-fledged wings
and fly away from me
into the arms of your lover
but sweet, i won't mind -
i wish you sunbeam smiles
and butterfly kisses
and hope that your name is now your own.
i hope that you fit like a jigsaw
into the curve of his arms, love,
and that when you come together
you bring the broken world with you.