Mummy Became A Dragon TodayMummy turned into a dragon today.
I think it's because Daddy didn't take her on his holiday. I don't think Mummy liked that Daddy was going by himself because she yelled at him from the door until his car went away. But I found it funny that Daddy took all of his clothes just for one holiday. I'm going to laugh at him about it when he comes home.
Mummy turned into a dragon just after he left. She roared and roared, screaming about how Daddy had left her. I told her that he was going to take us next time but she didn't listen. She went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle.
I didn't know what it was but I had seen brown bottles in my fairy tale books. I think it's a potion bottle. The wizards in my stories say that some potions can change you into different animals. I think that brown bottle had a special potion in it that turned Mummy into a dragon.
Mummy took a big slurp from the bottle and lay back and closed her eyes. She continued to drink from it and I sat on the floor, cross legg
The Second ComingI.The Second Coming4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I struggle because God told me that he doesn't like slackers,
and it is almost winter, and I have to believe in something.
His desk is so tall, I like to sit under it and stare up at where
the edge of the desk meets the ceiling and his hand tapping.
I don't like the cold, but God says that it builds character,
so I trek through it to get to something I once loved and it only
leaves me feeling small.
I was never a child, I told the interviewer when he climbed on
top of me. I was never born, I just appeared.
He wasn't listening anymore, but I kept telling him.
God sank into my skin when I was sleeping one night,
in a church somewhere east of here, and
He speaks to me now.
"God doesn't exist," huffed the Interviewer Man.
There was this man who said that if you spoke to God,
then you were praying. Lots of people pray in snow
And silence, but if they're silent then how does he hear them?
This man also said that if God spoke to you,
then you have schizophrenia.
I don't know what
There is nothing you can say. "I'm sorry."There is nothing you can say.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Why? What did you do wrong? You just had the unfortunate job of telling us. You didn't know them. You didn't hurt them. You didn't save them either but who expected you to? No, don't say your sorry. Just tell us the facts and leave. Don't forget them or us but don't stay here watching us cry. Just get up. Walk out the door. Say nothing more. Thats all we want you to do.
"She's . . . "
Un-ended sentences, ones where the ending is obvious but you still want it voiced. You want it written in black and white. To have it there in front of you so that you don't get your hopes up, create happy fairy tale endings. So that you know for certain. So that you have the chance to move on.
"It wasn't your fault."
How would you know? Did you know them? Were you there in their last seconds? Did they confess all their feelings to you so that you could honestly say that it wasn't my fault? I wasn't there to save her. She couldn't come to me to talk. That m
disorderly, not a disorder.All of my friends have pretty eyes, because I'm convinced that they might see a prettier world than me. Mine are little more than holes in my face, originally hazel but usually b l a c k.disorderly, not a disorder.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Our garden is filled with flora of all scents, flavours and appearances, but all I see are the misshaped petals, hunchbacked spines and corroded barb wires regardless of their individual p-pulchritude. I value the withering and the withered, those with no shell for their vertebrae and no petals for their stigmas. At least they are so glaringly flawed that there are no foibles left to unknowingly search for.
I fall in love with silhouettes because anything tangible h u r t s. Little jagged pills are the bane of my life and concealed, violent red paths narrate a story of everything in it. I spent so much time in hospitals that everything smells like grief and disinfectant.
I see imagination three-dimensionally. The dark shadows curling around my body aren't so false anymore. They ar
RegretSomeday we will turn aroundRegret4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the lives we left behind.
Sometimes you wish...You are crying in this moment.Sometimes you wish...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their meanings mean nothing to you now.
Once knowing more than their Websters Dictionary definition,
Your heart swelling between your rib cage,
Seeping out to dangle off your sleeve
Just as you dangled off his crooked smiles.
You shook with vulnerability
It hurt so good.
Sometimes you wish you weren't a poet,
and your way with words meant nothing.
Is this how it ends?Do you know what it's like?Is this how it ends?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel damaged, to lose the endless fight?
Do you think you can relate?
In being forced to find peace, to find faith?
Your pale hand strokes my hair.
I still feel alone, like you're never there.
Your breath on my skin is icecold.
Still I can't resist the urge to be hold.
Do you want to know what it's like?
When everything is wrong, nothing is ever right?
Do you want to be able to relate?
Catch me, before I hit the pavement, before it's too late.
What To DoSo you don't want to be my friend,What To Do4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then why do you talk to me?
Why do you look at me passing through the halls?
Is it because I don't look at you,
Simply because I'm forcing myself not to?
I don't know if I need you in my life,
I really don't.
I know I want you in my life,
But that means nothing.
Wanting and needing are two completely different concepts,
I know that from experience.
I'm just confused.
I ignored you for a week,
Then you talked to me that entire night
Is it because you actually want me in your life,
Or are you just using me to feel as though you're important?
Just tell me what you want me to do,
And I promise you,
I'll do it.
I Hate HerI hate her.I Hate Her4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every day I hear about you
I realize that
It's always you and her
It's always her running after you
It's always you treating her like a prostitute
I hate her.
Every day I don't see you
I know that
It's all about the amazing E.
It's all about you saying you don't want her
It's all about you saying you do
I hate her.
Every day I think of you
I think that
It's only about the amazing E.
She's so good because she's so weird
It's only about the game you two are playing
You're so charming because you're such a liar
I hate her.
Every day you smile
I am afraid
It's a smile for the amazing E.
It's a sign for her to keep following you
It's a lie you keep showing to her
It's everything to her
I hate her.
Every day I hear about her
It reminds me of us
It always has been you and me
It always has been me running after you
It always has been you treating me like I'm nobody
I hate you.
What are you going to say?
Do you hear me? I hate her.
What I Do For A LivingGo ahead. Look at her.What I Do For A Living4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Look at her hair, her face, her smile.
Can you see through the illusion?
Can you see her black clothes fading?
The hologram of her smile is fading until her mask has disappeared completely
Those hands placed on her waist have snapped necks
Gripped bloody knives, pulled the trigger for the final time
Dug more than one blade into more than one heart
Those fingers curled on the black fabric of her sweater
Have dragged glass across those porcelan wirsts
Etched "FREAK" onto her china skin
That neck, arched back just so
Has had knife after bloody knife pressed against it
Almost slit more than once
There was once a golden heart hanging from her collarbone
Inside was her sanity
Now it's gone, slipped away
The sweet smile has turned threatening
Her angel's voice transformed into a snarl, a hiss
Fangs are hidden behind the smile that wins them all over
Her chocolate brown eyes have turned blood-red while glaring at her enemy
Before throwing a knife at his heart
Beauty Ad NauseamCan we step through time and hope she learns thatBeauty Ad Nauseam4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. She is her own, and
2. She is, sincerely, only hers.
She finds it funny. She can read and re-read your words until the repetition of it all drains the colors of her lips, and scrapes the gerunds and infinitives from her teeth, but unlike her own, your words are always beautiful.
Paralyzed by Amusement Attract- i want to untangle you from every word that i've written about you because you deserve my reformed poetry.Paralyzed by Amusement Attract4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
- those ghastly closures i forged to get your attention - i am drowning in the waves of my apology sonnets.
(at least i was)
- i don't take showers everyday because you have me bathing in my tears god damn it.
- you do not deserve anything i tried to offer, not if you're going to continue to rearrange my emotional matches.
(when i'm angry, i cry, and when i'm woeful, i'm unsafe.)
-you've got me dizzy from riding carousels every day - and i'm still falling for you
Secrets."I'm three-parts dying,Secrets.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm five-parts living,
and six-parts lying..."
made to mirror your soul.
Don't go to the park
unless you want to be s o l d.
Don't walk the streets at dusk,
and avert your gaze at dawn.
Listen and heed my words,
unless you want the p a i n
Don't look back
when the footsteps get
and don't speak a word
when the whispers haunt your
C o m aCan't stop thinking about you.C o m a4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I must be going c r a z y
As the fragments of my mind begin to s l i p away.
Your eyes are in my head!
Little GirlWhen push comes to shoveLittle Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just me against the world
I'm a lot weaker then I appear
I'm just a little girl and I'm scared
You did this.Don't youYou did this.5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
You did this to me...
sometimesSometimes, I wish I could be someone else. Even for just a split of seconds, an hour or just a day. Not to change things, feel how it is to be in other people's shoes, to be better.sometimes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'd like to see my face when I lose.
I'd like to see my tears.
I'd like to know why some still care and others don't even write anymore.
I'd like to make myself happy, even though such a feeling would be only a faint touch of something still blooming or already dying out there.
I'd like to see a smile playing on my face.
I'd like to see myself blowing a kiss at someone, although that someone is long dead but
still manages to whisper silly, broken love spells into my ear.
I'd like to see myself die one day.
From a bullet, a combat knife. Of leukemia, a broken heart.
I'd like to see your face the moment my coffin settles in-between the grass and the reddish sky. I'd like to touch your tears then, those fake ones caught on the lips of the bystanders and taste every one of them with pietism.
Suicide-child abuse awarenessI hear them SHOUTINGSuicide-child abuse awareness4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm sat on the stairs
I want it to end
But know it won't
My mummy's crying
Daddy h i t her
My brothers drunk
And he hurt me with words
I run to the window
I know it's open
I close my eyes
And dive outside
My name is Hope
I am 5
Tonight I commited
In A NutshellI met you. I didn't meet you. I met you again. We laughed. I laughed. You laughed. We laughed again. We found meaning. We looked at little things. We talked. We loved. We looked at worlds in different perspectives. We understood eyes being windows to souls. I liked yours. You thought mine were pretty. We found balconies insipid. We found doorways ironic. We thought stars were overrated. We circled around discomfort. We circled around love. We circled and circled and circled...and then you told me you loved me. We smiled. You asked me to run with you. You told me time and space were ours to take. We were invincible. Stars became ours. Ours became different. Different became a problem. Your friends. My friends. Your ideas. My thoughts. You laughed. I didn't. I laughed. You didn't. The world was harder. Your eyes were colder. Balconies became escape routes. Doors were meant to be closed. Stars disappeared. Discomfort became natural. We argued. We fought. We stopped running together. TimeIn A Nutshell4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Love Means WarLove means war,Love Means War5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because love is a battlefield,
and most of us are caught in the middle of the fight,
without our shield and armor,
we fight to keep from heart ache,
but we end up in more pain then when we started,
Prince Charming comes along and you think he'll fix everything,
but he rips your heart to shreds,
and leaves you even more broken then when he found you,
you finally decide to give up on love,
but you keep feeling a small tug on your heart,
so you slowly open your heart to love again,
and the whole painful process starts all over again,
but you learn to live with the pain as life goes on,
and soon you find yourself falling in love again,
but you know deep down in your heart,
that love never lasts and when it's gone,
you'll be on your own again,
looking for someone who can mend the hole in your heart,
but the hole will never fully heal
Pretty UglyShe's at all the big parties.Pretty Ugly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one tipping the glass up in her hand,
like a hurricane is on it's way.
like the world will end any second.
like everything will never be okay.
The one with a needle in her arm.
like she wants to lose her voice,
like she wants to fade, fade away,
like everything is worth leaving behind.
You're the one,
the only one.
Who sees that in her eyes.
the blank stare that grabs your heart and bursts.
You're the stranger at the party,
in the alley that night.
Thinking, "Was it worth it Pretty ugly girl?"
Because you know deep inside,
Rumination of NighttodayRumination of Night4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dog froze to death
on the street in front of my house
in the ice and winter snow
as life left it behind
it pissed itself
a drowning pool of urine melting the earth
revealing the blacktop around the mutt
as the steam rose
i looked into the eyes of the beast
and i couldnt tell if it was in heaven
DecisionsI give you now a simple, clear warning,Decisions4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These words pour from heart and soul.
The ink is spread on this page like blood,
The words already have taken their toll.
You cannot begin to fathom the weight of this,
The crushing, breath-taking fear and sorrow.
I struggle for answers that will make it okay,
Answers that will keep you here for the morrow.
It was a simple mistake; "to err is human",
If only things didn't happen in the way they did.
And now I must face such heart-rending decisions,
Bringing with them a pain I yearn to forbid.
These words are desperately written for you,
And I do pray that you will understand them.
Your friendship and trust and love mean so much,
You helped me find a calm through the mayhem.
If only there were a way it could be understood,
How you have become so important in my life.
Truth be told, I had never realized until this day,
You're a true friend, supporting me through all my strife.
So why must I chose between keeping you here,
crystalline opiatesometimes your face is so clearly engravedcrystalline opiate4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in my memory that i can almost feel
the butterflies make their way to my eyes
as you look at me through yours.
in an out-of-focus world i could not
ask for a view more crisp than this - standing
at the chandellier peak of the new ground
we have softly broken.
your coldplay-lyric tongue sillhouetted
against my fingertips of charcoal blurs
and smudges and creases and scratches on
the curves in your name,
i can't remember when last i craved to
etch a word so deeply on my lips - do
you recall the last time blood tasted like
it's in the glow of the surface of the
water against the sheen of you painting
under a spotlight - it's in the sky, it's
in the sky,
it's in the way you
Write Love on Her Arms?I just saw a Facebook page that said this: "Write Love on Her Arms."Write Love on Her Arms?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I chuckled at this grotesque idea.
I would never write love on her arms, for I would write it on a sheet of paper, page-by-page, a serenade to be crafted into an art form of lyricism and beauty -- forever it shall remain with her, whereas ink will fade quickly . . . but, I suppose that's what we've come to.