Dying inside my soulThere's a holeDying inside my soul4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
in my chest,
I should shoot
just to fill it .
But what's the use
it'll only pass
Die Slowlyi'm tired of breaking up with meaning - she's as cageless and unfaithfulDie Slowly4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
as a life full of grace and hope and so am i, it seems.
i wear your unspoken wish as a dark clasp: the gleam of scales to abrade
the color-paper walls of your chest, thumbs pressing for your sweet dissolution
and open arms for the maniacal hysteria of a sad child's chaos machine
in a twist of hungry prongs that twirl your limbs into a vein wreath.
here, i was built to plunge your delusive dream back into the black hood;
i know it's blind and cruel as a storm, my dear;
dumbly, the grey weight of you will burst without a cloud
and the hellfire left cooling in your eyes will unbalance the galaxy
and gravities will rain your days back into a bottomless hollow.
perhaps i'm just an interloper, a demon trail running from each disaster
to feed a fetish for broken smiles.
quiet barbwire walls
sit and rust with no dispute
Summer, die slowly
The World I Want To Live InI want to live in a world where no one has to come out. I want nobody to ever have to go through that emotional and physical torture. I want there to be no reason to come out. Because in this new world, it wouldn't matter! Nobody would care who another person loves, because it's love and none of their business!The World I Want To Live In3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I want to live in a world where no one cares. I want apathy, not acceptance. Because, there's no need for acceptance because there's no chance of rejection! There's nothing wrong with it, so rejection and persecution are logically ruled out. I don't want to hear this dialogue ever again "I'm gay." "Good for you!" Good for you? You don't hear "good for you" for being born with hazel eyes or being heterosexual. Honestly, there is no difference, stop perpetuating one! It's just like when a little kid gets hurt, you don't tell the kid they're hurt, because if you did, they would freak out. If we never recognize it as a difference, then there won't be one! Everybody is the
Lines in a diary.I wish that I could justLines in a diary.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
write it all, everything
I've ever longed to say.
Cut it out of my chest
with the dullest knife
I can find, and display it
like a murder scene
between the crumpled
sheets of this notebook.
Sometimes I wish
there was really something
wrong with me. That I have
a legitimate reason for feeling
this way. Sick, empty
Mirror"You're all just a lie,"Mirror4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I whisper, hushed.
"Just a liar.
You let all your words roll off your lips;
you solve life like a problem, but take a few skips.
You want to realize that you are a lie, but
your brain is a wiser and smarter ally.
The elevator of life inclines to your shame,
but you press the button down, your virtue unnamed.
You don't cheat at the game, but you play by the rules;
watch for mistakes, just to call players "fools."
You analyze your movements, all the day long;
you pretend not to notice when you get it wrong.
You're depressed and can't do a thing with your life,
I just wish for once that you'd get that right.
I'm better off without a person like you,"
so I rose my fist--punched that mirror in two.
A Special Kind of MagicWho needs love,A Special Kind of Magic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when they have you?
is more fun
than giving them,
and the thrill
when we reach for
the forbidden fruit
and pluck it from the tree
sends us both into a tailspin,
as we are overwhelmed
and sent crashing
into the mountainside,
through the cold night sky.
I don't know
where you go home
and you don't know
where I go either,
and that makes everything
ReflectionShe is a lost child, afraid to be found.Reflection4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's not nearly strong enough yet, but she will pretend anyway.
She has dreams, but she herself keeps them out of reach.
She's the kind of girl that never wants to grow up, grow old, because
She never wants to be 'too old' for lying in autumn leaves and
She loves the feeling of paint in her hair, sun on her cheeks.
She doesn't know anything about herself, except that she's afraid to know, but
She knows that people were made to fly, and that's why the sky is so high.
She knows that there is hope and love even when they're out of sight.
She's the kind of girl that smiles when you do, because she's learning happiness from you, and
She can't always do it
you make me write bad poetryi made you upyou make me write bad poetry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from pillows and comforters
and anything that stuck
its tongue out from
and slept in
next year i will shy away
like a child
when you touch me--
if you know me
(and you probably do)
seems very in-character
but it's not like what
happened in the bookstore when
put your teeth against my ear
and everything felt
like it did last week
in the treehouse
it all seems so out of
like i am a little girl again
and pretending i know what those
funny words that taste
like soap and dirt
and what we are
For LoveFor love; we cry,For Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For love; we worry,
For love; we sacrifice,
All the things undoubtedly.
For love; we cheer,
For love; we fear,
For love; we endure,
All the things sincerely.
For love; we smile,
For love; we'd walk miles,
For love; we agree,
To change our life style instantly.
For love; we change,
For love; we act so strange,
For love; we permit,
To be ours abruptly.
For love; we are selfish,
For love; we become greedy,
For love; we happily accept,
Defeat, sorrow and grief.
Sink or Swim you always were my anchorSink or Swim4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
but baby that's the last thing you need when you're walking on water
About A Plane CrashAbout A Plane Crash4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black velvet sky dotted
with a million of shiver specks.
My scattered reflection
drawn unto frosted intensely cold glass.
Sad violins sing
in my ear .
The red lights blink like
But to me
It's just like the ambulance
My smile is just a line
across my many faces.
I sat there,
Until I struck the glass
The bones broke instantly
The sharpened ends cut the main vein
It's time for the bleeding .
silence burns the walls
Everybody knows where I'm going .
MemoriesOh memories,Memories4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Why must you torture me so?
Everything I see seems to bring back memories of those that I want to forget.
Oh memories, why can't you be of other things?
Why must you always be of the ones that left me so broken?