can you help me?Why
would you look at me
in such distaste? I
can't help this feeling, this
overwhelming sensation, a
certain kind of pleasure I get when
I look into your eyes.
cut me deeper
than you could ever think, some
even taking physical form
and I can't stop it.
Stop speaking such
agonizingly painful words, I
can't take it for much longer.
Please, just let me
be alone, I don't know what's wrong with
I don't know how to change it.
Can you help me?
Just take away this horrible feeling
I'm wrong, my very existence
a sin, a wrong, my inner demon
so powerful in my emotions, please
take it all away.
I can't help how I feel, if
I could I wouldn't be this way, wouldn't
be such a disgrace, maybe I
would be enough to satisfy your
But when I look at you, it
all seems so much more
terrifying, that I can't stop
take it away.
I can't help but
be this way.
something to sayi don't know what to do;something to say4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't know what to think of you.
just when i thought i had a clue,
something different you continue to do.
i don't know what to do;
your hair, your eyes throw my thoughts off track,
and when i want to think straight,
you're talking and all thoughts are
born in flames.if we don't start fires, then we'll breathe forth floods.born in flames.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
beneath our poetic simplicity is a raging monster with gnashing teeth and complications snarled all around its bloodied tongue. we're earthquake-palms hovering over the equator, sending continents careening into one another, their haphazard edges crumpling like damp paper. we're gaping ocean mouths gasping as life and death and the mess in between is sucked dry with a terrifyingly efficient gulp.
we're emaciated and starving and clawing at the lock to get to the feast on the other side. we're clumsy and awkward and knocking knees trying to finish a race on four feet and two hearts and no breath because we left it at the county line. we're practiced and naïve and reading the instruction manual in gaelic before tossing it to the wayside to learn with hands on experience instead, because --
class is in session:
professor, teach me the geography of twisting torsos and tangled limbs. professor, teach my the science of exploding
Why Do I Care?Why do I care?Why Do I Care?7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I shouldn't care
You've moved on
But I haven't
Or maybe I have
I like someone else
But I can't let you go
You're with her now
But you should be with me
Do you know how many tears I cried for you?
Do you even care?
Why do I care?
So what if you're with her
Why do I hate her?
She's done nothing to me
She's only made the same mistake
Falling for you.
I should hate you
But I don't
Instead I hate her
That's not right
Nothing about this is right
This is so stupid
I don't want you back
So why do I care?
I'll Find Her...She told me she wanted us to meet,I'll Find Her...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hopes as it might come true made my heart beat.
Ive saved up enough to go find her,
Now all I have to do is get my stuff together.
Yet she tells me its a waste
I just want to see her to hold her by the waist
I want to look into her eyes
Hold her under the night skies
I want her to know how far Ive come to see her
I wish I could stay with her forever
I dont care how long it takes until I find her
Because one way or another I will
I will go knocking at every door
Search for her even until I cant no more
I will find her
Because deep down I love her
How I Miss You My DarlingMy darling baby, love of my lifeHow I Miss You My Darling6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How I long to be in your arms
How I wish I could fall asleep in you embrace
In the safety and the comfort of your arms
How I long for your face to be the last I see tonight
And to be the first I see in the morning
I wish to curl up against you
And wrap my arms around you
My darling sweetheart, how I miss your laugh
How I miss you beautiful smile right now
How I miss the sound of your laugh
Oh I miss all the wonderful about you
My darling, darling angel
I cant wait till I can lie down beside you
And have you hold me close, hold me safe
And warm and remind me Im at home
My baby, oh my sweet baby
How I long for all these things
And how I miss you
My wonderful darling, my angel.
A True FriendA True FriendA True Friend6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I called your name, but you weren't there
I wish so much that I didn't care
I wanted to talk to you today
I had a lot of things to say
I loved our talks that used to last forever
I loved the times when we were together
I loved the stories that you used to tell
How you closed your eyes and remembered them well
Stories of when you were young
Back when your life had just begun
Of all the people you had met along the way
No one ever had a bad word to say
You dug deep back into your memories
When I was young and sat on your knee
All the homemade stuff you used to make
It makes me wish that I knew how to bake
I will tell my children all about you, too
I'm so sorry that they never had the chance to meet you
Thank you Grandma, for the stories of your youth
I will treasure them my whole life through
this is me-This is me missing you: The same jeans as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before. Long songs that do not really say anything except "I miss you like hell," dancing their way into my ears. Sitting in science, hyperventilating, because this is where you sat last year.this is me-6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is me loving you (still): Leaving enough room for you to get in bed, just in case. Drawing you pictures of hearts and writing "Te Amo" as large as my tired hands will let me. Listening to your music, because you really cannot stand mine.
This is me needing you: Falling down the apartment's stairs, looking for my left contact lens, people walking right by me. People asking where the hell you went, and having no answer for them. Spinning and spinning and spinning, and having no one to fall with. Empty beds, empty pillows that still have the imprint of your head. Mattresses worn down from where we slept.
This is me trying to forget you: Kissing a nice boy, and urgent sex that says nothing more than, "We are not
Death As A DoorwayDeath was just another doorway.Death As A Doorway6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just another portal.
Just another opening
That yawns into eternity.
Stepping through its frame
Was a moment of realization,
In which the cosmos before me
Erupted and spiraled in the song of forever.
Suddenly I was undone
And quite rapidly unraveled,
Like a piece of cloth as it is unwoven,
Only this was not cloth, but my very existence.
My eyes flooded with memories
And things I had long ago disengaged.
Things that I had sealed away
With a mental lock and key.
I saw people and I saw places.
I saw the origin of my first love.
I saw the ending of my first hate.
I saw the creation of life and the destruction of death.
I heard voices and whispers
Of times I had misplaced
And of events that I no longer recognized.
The song of forever rang clear in my head.
I felt my first winter.
I embraced my first spring.
I hid from my first summer
And I fell in my first fall.
I recall the moments of innocence.
I replace the instances of guilt.
I shut my eyes to my sins.
I thought I Wrote..I thought I wrote out "Bite the dog." upon a yellow note,I thought I Wrote..6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
But when I read it back it said, "Don't forget to row your boat."
Now have I lost my mind?
And which is what I wrote?
I see you are busy.
Why are you sleepy?
You are a cutie.
I thought I wrote down "Look at me." upon the blackboard green,
But when I read it back it said "Your father ain't no beauty queen."
Have my squirrels gone bonkers?
And which is what I mean?
Why am I dizzy?
About? I'm all and what is it in my pumpkin?
Have I weasels you're in doubt.
Fake it when it back it said.
But when I read upon a rainbow trout.
"Eat a peach." I thought I wrote down.
Neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow; Nor dark of night, nor light of day; Nor fear of fear, nor words of love; Nor corn of cob, Nor ice, nor cream; Nor milk, nor shake, nor can of worms; Nor poodle dog, nor idle threat, Nor fish, nor sticks, Nor hedge, nor hog; Nor dip of clam, nor head of ache; Nor smelly socks, Nor fluffy kittens
Shall keep me from my appointed rounds.