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
Sometimes you wish...You are crying in this moment.Sometimes you wish...3 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.
Little GirlWhen push comes to shoveLittle Girl3 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
Suicide-child abuse awarenessI hear them SHOUTINGSuicide-child abuse awareness3 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
Is this how it ends?Do you know what it's like?Is this how it ends?3 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.
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
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
What I Do For A LivingGo ahead. Look at her.What I Do For A Living3 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
Pretty UglyShe's at all the big parties.Pretty Ugly3 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,
Love Means WarLove means war,Love Means War4 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
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.sometimes3 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.
Day dreamsDay dreamsDay dreams3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
get me through
through the life
i have with you
set me free
from the life
that i lead
I want to be happy
I want to be free
i want to smile
i want to be me
But I'm here
drowning in sorrow
hoping there'll be
a better tomorrow
I wish you could
see the pain
and that you might
even change your ways
You know Ive tried
to make you see
all the wrong
you've done to me
now its my turn
to save my self
cuz we all know
that you wont help.
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.
you fell asleep in my armsand i wanted to tear out your soft dark hair,you fell asleep in my arms4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hear you wake the way i do every morning
when i find myself by your side
with a cry of silent pain when you pull
my hair, or rake your nails across my stomach
(so much pain, with just a teaspoon of despair.)
but then you sighed, softly, and relaxed
your eyes fluttering open slightly, just enough for me to see
their soft blue innocence
before they closed again
and you snuggled against me.
did you feel my tears? they'd already dried by the time
you woke with a smile on your face as i felt you dig your fingers
into the bruises on my arm.
I Hate HerI hate her.I Hate Her3 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.
There is nothing you can say. "I'm sorry."There is nothing you can say.3 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
Signs of LifeI'm waiting for some signs of lifeSigns of Life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Signs that you'll live again
Signs that you'll live on
A single breath
A twitching finger
A flickering eyelid
Something to tell me you're alive
Something to tell me to didn't take your own life
I'm waiting for you to smile
To tease me for being so worked up
Waiting for you to show me the gun
For you to show me the bullets
For you to gloat
Over your new bit of wisdom
Waiting for you to shoot five holes through Mrs. Willis's trash can
Waiting for you to aim an inch from her cat's tail
Scaring the daylights out of it
Waiting for you to remove the bullets
and "shoot" all the little kids in the neighborhood
scaring the daylights out of them
Me. Laughing until my sides hurt
While trying to persuade you to stop
Before we get in trouble
While I recall the memories
But I'm also crying
and hoping that you'll get up
and laugh with me
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!
RegretSomeday we will turn aroundRegret3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the lives we left behind.
You did this.Don't youYou did this.4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
You did this to me...
Bittersweet NothingsI have screamed at the sky,Bittersweet Nothings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hammered at the ground,
Spat in the waters;
Cursed and questioned all I've found.
I have run around in circles,
I have walked in straight lines,
I have exercised to exhaustion;
But still not cured this restless mind.
And now I lay here,
Under thick canvas of black;
Muttering bittersweet nothings at the stars,
Who do not deign to answer back.
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
Ask Him About ForgivenessAsk him about forgiveness.Ask Him About Forgiveness6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
About nights of neither sleeping nor waking,
nor breathing nor crying.
Ask about why,
and don't accept no for an answer.
Ask about where hearts fall down,
and where the dead bury the dead,
and why happiness is subject to contract,
terms and conditions
Ask him about long walks in the dead of
About the lake,
and about how sometimes you're so close,
and yet so far.
Ask him why,
and don't accept because for an answer.
Tell him because I'm your mother,
Tell him because God hates you.
Tell him because you love him.
Keep secrets from him.
Ask him how. Don't understand the answer;
all the answers are false.
Learn everything all over again.
Ask him about love. If none of it mattered.
Ask him if he'd do it all over again.
Ask him about forgiveness,
and if it's real.
i don't expect anything nowwhen i trip over a stick,i don't expect anything now4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lose a friend,
fail an exam.
my father died last year but i had a date with you
on the same day as the funeral
(and you said that if i cancelled you'd never see me again.)
(my mother hasn't spoken to me in three hundred and seventy nine days)
i know you don't really care,
and because i love you anyway,
i don't care either.
all i can think about is that you haven't left.