the art of fallingyou're not who you used to bethe art of falling5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i guess that brings me down.
these autumn times find me
dreaming and maybe
i can't stop
f a l l i n g
i don't ask,
you won't be home tonight.
and so, i'll sleep
alone in a bed made for two
remind me, why do
f a l l i n g
a word of advice,
don't hold your breath.
perfection is terrifying
but maybe we'll find a way around it
to perfect this art of
f a l l i n g.
can you feel the pulse,
beneath your fingertips.
can you feel me
f a l l i n g
forever's a long time
and we just can't reach,
our time on earth is swaying;
lost souls wrapped in winter.
time takes it's toll and
f a l l i n g
so far from you,
i'm finding home
next to someone else.
i didn't want to wake but
i can still hear the rain
f a l l i n g
Numbersi.Numbers5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She looked at me in the bathrooms, in the company of taps and mirrors.
She and her many perfect reflections smiled and waved.
All I saw was large beckoning claws and a grin reserved the most terrible of monsters.
What am I made of? I'm made of brittle bones and hesitant smiles and knotted thoughts and I-don't-know's. It's a wonder how all of these things could actually add up to a person.
I had a dream that I was falling but when I hit the ground in my dream, I didn't wake up.
A girl at school called me a monster.
That night, the tips of my fingers bled and my skin shone pink from when I'd pounded my fists into the walls and floorboards of my bedroom and scratched at my arms.
I wonder if she could tell that there's a monster growing inside as well.
I woke up next to tangled thoughts and the feeling of exhaustion.
I like being alone but I don't like the loneliness.
Not all the time.
Even in my dreams, I am sad.
some people are uglyYou leaned forward, keeping your eyes on everything but her,some people are ugly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the air was heavy with shame that was all too familiar.
Your hair fell messily over your shoulders-
And all you do is remember.
Remember the gentle hands that threaded slowly through the strands,
hands so small with dainty wrists that tucked the gently curled locks behind your ear.
Curled into fists on your bedspread as she'd lean forward,
anticipation pumped steadily in your blood
and your mind bled through the sheets.
-and all you wanted to do was cut it off.
The slamming of the door rung in your ears.
She drained all the feeling from your body
and had left only the slight brushing of her lips against your cheek.
You lay, chest heaving, after she left,
as a gentle buzzing crawled over your exhausted much-too-warm frame.
You'd welcome the presence of the bees in your rib-cage
for anything else would be madness.
There was a time when once, at a party, where the lights weren't bright enough
and the sound of pounding hea
When I Was Youngwhen i was sevenWhen I Was Young3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
daddy caught an angel
and locked it away with a smile and a voice like thunder
"fly baby, fly"
when i was eight
i plucked a feather from the angel's wing
and put it under my pillow and
("fly baby, fly") i sung
when i was nine
the angel got sick and the wings turned grey
and daddy spoke with eyes as bright as lightening,
"go on now, get" and spat on the side of the road in the violent way mummy said not to
and yet i sung
("fly baby, fly")
when i was ten
i saw angels once again
mouths blown wide and white
while i stayed red. red. red.
and still they sung ("fly baby, fly")
when i was eleven
i drew up wings of dirt and dust
from deep below
as daddy's words fell from his lips like rain and rolled down my back
i shot my mouth wide and painted myself white
but still i could not fly nor sing.
Your Love Is Nails In My FeetI laughed before I remembered I wasn't supposed to be happyYour Love Is Nails In My Feet4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and let myself believe again before I had pulled my fists from the dirt.
I dug up my spine and bit back my words
and waited for the rain to turn my skin to rust.
I take my time and learn to love the tremors of your body
and memorize the names of the ghosts pressed into the cracks of your bones.
I unhinge your fingers from the edges of wooden tabletops,
frighten away the monsters in your bed
and try to remember the last time I saw your eyes open.
I didn't know unhappy you really were
until your tears were all I saw
and you asked me to tell you that there's more than this,
that there is so much more to being human.
I wish I did.
I should have told you
If I Was A BoyIf I was a boy, I wonder what would be my name. Maybe Samuel or Alex, or Eric or Shane?If I Was A Boy5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Would I have the same friends [or a totally different set]? Would they still know me as they do now, and love me?
If I was a boy, would I treat a girl the right way [or would I play those sick games every boy has played with me]? What if I was a faggot -lonely or a whore- would I make Mom proud?
Would I be kind, smart, or handsome [and in what ways]? Would I be as emotional, as mercurial as I am now?
If I was a boy... would I want to be a girl?
Girls Can Lie TooThey say, "Boys can lie" and I see it's trueGirls Can Lie Too6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now that I find out little things about you,
Like how you only used me as a toy
And plucked my heart's strings to destroy.
With no respect for a broken heart
You begged as you pulled me apart.
Apologies and healing cuts
You stuck with me down in my rut.
You said three words and gave a smile
And I believed you for a little while,
And I know I said, "I forgive you,"
But girls can lie too.
Six Shades of Redi had seen it coming.Six Shades of Red3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it begun with the crackling of the fire
and the splintering of the wood,
in the cool touch of her skin that leaked into my body,
in the way she folded her clothes on the end of my bed
and watched as i pulled myself apart.
I had loved her most truly
when she made me six shades of red at the touch.
all blood and fire and a certain kind of anger that beat like a drum;
the taste of absolute sin
and drowning guilt that dripped steadily from her lips
and the danger, that throbbed like a physical thing.
a beating heart
spewing lead and gun powder and
filled with bullet holes.
i loved her all in black and white.
i wondered once if it would surprise her to know that
happiness is not what i was looking for
all that i truly wanted was to rip my skeleton from this skin,
to fill myself with nicer things.
she departs with the mourning sun
and i had seen it coming.
I Wish I Knew MeAs I sit here in the bath, contemplating everything from the cool sound it makes when I clap my hand on my stomach with water in between to if the war on terror will ever end, I start to think of you.I Wish I Knew Me5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Saying "I love you" is far too easy for me to say, and that is scary. It makes me question my character, my honesty, my feelings. Although I would like to say I came to the conclusion that my feelings are romantic, I cannot admit that with honesty. This is not because you are not a wonderful, sincere, creative, and benevolent person, because I know you are. It is because of a reason that medical science has yet to determine. Perhaps its genetics, perhaps it's simply fate. I question and push my feeling do to no fault of your own. The simple fact is: you are male. And while the majority of the female population would appreciate this trait, I am lost in doubt. You are male, I am female, and that creates some problems when you're me.
I wish I knew myself better. I am openly bi, and damn prou
Assumptions 04-25-2010They lead to sadness,Assumptions 04-25-20105 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They lead to lies;
They lead to heartbreak,
They lead to confusion.
They are often wrong,
Or based on fantasies;
If this is true,
Why do we live by them?
They guide some lives,
Down a path of destruction;
They guide some others,
Straight to the grave.
Accompanied by danger,
They do no good;
They serve no purpose,
They are just assumptions.
AbandonedAlways there for everyone,Abandoned4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But no one's there for me.
I am just an old teddy bear
Swung from a rope on a tree.
I faithfully served my Human
Through every moment of strife
But now that I'm no longer needed
I stuffed myself with a knife.
Yes I am the unwanted teddy
who never uttered a sound
I wonder when you will notice
That I am no longer around.
For YouI remember breaking my backFor You6 years ago in Teen More Like This
Because I knew how much
You loved pain
I recall ripping my heart out
Because I'd heard how
You needed its beating to sleep
I recollect slicing my skin
Because they told me just how much
You loved the colour red
And you know
I'd do most anything
someone elsei want a smile worth rememberingsomeone else5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and glitter in my eyes.
i want memories that play back,
not film burnt with pointed stares;
a body that wouldn't crack and break
but would bend.
i just want to be
The AuthorI hope someday someone writes a story about me;The Author4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They would say I was raised by wolves in a place with no real light
and the foundations had long since splintered and crumbled
by my sixteenth birthday.
Maybe they would write about you as well.
The way you told me
I was the moon
and how my hand in yours felt like touching sunlight.
They would write of your green eyes and the way you'd kiss me in alleyways.
And how you ruined my life because I asked you to.
Maybe they would also write of the end.
The time when my chest heaved too heavily
and the daisy-chains that held my glass bones together broke
and how everything came tumbling out
and I knew that I would never leave this place.
If someone ever writes a story about me, please know this:
I am powerless
and I am
the strangermy wrists were throbbing because youthe stranger5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
were making my heart beat fast.
i felt the cuts open, little red mouths yawning slowly.
they started to sob red tears again
and i thanked god that i was wearing a black
you were a man, but you weren't very tall
and you weren't very broad.
you were wearing a long coat that almost
skimmed the gum-studded pavement.
i could hear it swishing and it tickled the
back of my head from the inside.
you had shaggy brown hair and a kind,
weathered face, wrinkles by your eyes,
lips that looked made for smiling.
and then, as we passed, you did smile
and i felt it cut through me, turn me translucent
i felt my heart open up like a flower to you,
a rose, not red, but white
because i am so bloodless and i am so cold.
you could see my little red yawners and you didn't
laugh, or call me emo, or slap me the way my mother
had done when she walked in on me in the bathroom.
you looked sad, worried
worried... about me?
i caught your scent
Let Go Let GoLet Go7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Embracing the present,
Doesn't mean forgetting the past
Looking towards the future,
Doesn't mean that it will last...
Every day is so precious to me,
Because I have been here so much longer,
Than I ever thought I'd be
And I have seen so many things,
And they have all made me stronger,
Than I could have ever dreamed
Even when I was overcome,
I was still fighting...
A little voice, it whispers to me...
And what it says, what it means,
Is at once, both haunting and liberating...
It's losing yourself, surrendering,
To this life, to everything you see
It's holding on, to what makes you strong,
Even while your weakness makes you bleed
If you want to understand,
Just what I already know,
The first thing you have to do,
Is let go
I have lain awake,
On so many frightful nights
Lying there in the dark,
Just praying for some light
I didn't understand back then,
That no matter what you do,
You have to do what's right,
You must always fight
That little voice,
It still whisp
celestialI want to peel the sun from the sky and place it on my tongue, where I'll leave it to dissolve until the world's very life source is nothing but a mouthful of coppery fluid dancing with my tonsils.celestial5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I want to cram clouds into my mouth until my cheeks bulge, choke myself on them. I want to feel clouds pouring from my ears and my nose in fluffy streams, tickling the back of my throat, lovingly whispering for entrance to my padlocked heart.
When the moon comes out to play, I'll capture it in my hands, like a firefly, and I'll press my eye against a crack in my fingers to watch its star-studded wings flutter frantically against my palms.
I'll suck handfuls of stars like boiled sweets until they're fragile enough to crunch, exhale peppermint star dust into the black sugar-paper sky and laugh at the beauty of it all. I'll floss my teeth with lightning bolts, capture thunderclaps in bell jars, use rainbows as shoelaces and necklaces and bracelets.
Saturn's ring will be my own hula hoop, and I'
Clayeffervescent acrossClay2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the canvas where
A wind of changeSoft roll the hills in beckoning sweepA wind of change5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down to the meadow grasses sweet
High up above the swallow's wing
Oblivious of the skylark's sing
A tinkling stream goes gliding by
Its sparkled light reflects the sky
A lizard darts with flashing speed
To catch an insect for its feed
A playful visit by a breeze
Caresses movement from the trees
A butterfly drawn by scented lure
Of meadow flower fragrance pure.
That was the scene from yesteryear
Then Nature shrank as men came near
They tore and burnt and bulldozed all
Trees could not fight a hot chainsaw
Now concrete, tarmac, glass and steel
Pollution from a business deal
In place of early morning mist
There was the thrust of concrete fist
Nature has lost another space
To drape her beauty and her grace
She cries alone in mournful dread
The flowers, the grass, the trees - all dead.
His ApprovalThere he is.His Approval5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It makes me smile.
Another day with him is so simple.
I can't help it.
With him around
I need to be tall,
I need to be the best.
I try my hardest
But it doesn't seem to please him.
I tease him, yes,
It comes naturally to me.
Being as great as he was,
If not even greater,
That's my top goal.
With his clasp on so much,
Nearly the whole world,
I crave his approval.
But it hardly comes.
What have I done wrong?
He doesn't seem to like me,
He yells at me
I just have to try harder.
That's what you do
When you're the hero!
That's what you do
When you love someone.
--Alfred F. Jones
WritingWritingWriting5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pick up your pen.
A scrambling of letters makes a word.
A scrambling of words makes a sentence.
Point, another line, another sentence.
Does it have to rhyme?
Does it have to be correct English?
That's a must.
Does it have to be good?
A poem is as good as the writer makes it.
A final point.
Put your pen down.
You have written a poem.