Sad you'll never by gayIf what I feel, what I know,Sad you'll never by gay8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
were fake, were untrue.
Then I wouldn't love you.
You wouldn't haunt me.
And cry as I might, through tears I shed.
I can not change you, make you love me.
So even the silent sobbs I drift to sleep with,
won't change a thing, as much as I want them to.
However... though I want you to know, I do not at the same time.
At risk of killing my emotional being.
For is it unjust to fear the thought of you becoming distant?
The thought that the truth would drive you away, as it would so many others?
So let my tears flow like the rivers of blood in my body.
Let me cry myself to sleep, and let my feelings be true.
I'll let you haunt me, as sad as it is to me.
It's sad that you will never love me.
Sad to me... that you'll never be gay.
Gift Wrapped?My heart is in a box-Gift Wrapped?8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Metaphorically of course.
Wrapped up so tightly,
Protected- so I don't feel remorse.
Locked up with a key,
Which I won't give away without a fight.
But that won't stop you trying,
Within the depths of the night.
I'd tie it up with a ribbon,
But they can only be undone.
Yet, with all the memories locked up in this heart,
It seems to weigh a tonne.
I realised, no one but you can give your heart away,
So now, it seems I'm trapped.
One more casualty,
Of a heart being gift wrapped.
Football StarFootball Star9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You look so great in your uniform,
Out there on that football field.
I'm the only one that knows your secret,
And your the only one that knows mine,
Cause when we kissed in your room,
After your tutoring session,
We both knew.
I love you, my little, football star.
I watch you every move,
Cheering as you score a touchdown,
And admiring your butt in those pants.
I just want to run out there,
Tackle you to the ground,
And just start kissing you again.
My lovely, football star.
I can't wait to see you after the game,
And come over for your tutoring session,
One that ends with you lips,
Upon mine, in a sweet embrace.
I love our little secret,
And I know you do too.
My sexy, football star.
sparrowsparrow7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The trees are unsettled, their limbs tossing in the violent tempest -- gauges for Natures wrath or love. The storm plays like a silent film as I sit in the cabin of my car. My old campus gym sits in the distance like a stolid mountain.
The world comes to life in stereo as I step out. Dashing down the side of the parking lot, my umbrella mimics the trees. Trying to avoid the rain, I notice an upturned creature on the wet pavement. I stoop to examine it. Its pale legs stick up like flags of resignation. People must think Im crazy, a university student examining some dead thing. He must be studying taxidermy.
Its a baby sparrow.
Its feathers are maturing over its soft pink underbelly, bunched into a mangy blanket by the rain. Its feet shiver in the wind. Dirt, pine needles, and assorted debris are stuck to its bo
RelativityRelativity7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grandfather handed me his pocket watch
and spoke of how it saved his ass back in the day.
It was as old as his shoes
and its pointers flickered clumsily,
speaking a language I was yet to learn.
Son, war is a filthy ballet of dust and hissing bullets;
I swear, they were like flocks of doves whose grey wings
split the air into fractions.
I'm just damn grateful your grandma
woke me up one day and told me:
'My dear, when the fields are soiled
by the ever unforgiving rain of souls and lead,
think of this watch. My father gave it to me, you see.
I remember him telling me of how gorgeous my mother looked
as he took it from his pocket and the pointer struck noon.
"I swear she looked at me right there and then', he had said,
"and right there and then we fell in love'".
And I did. I had it with me when that little arrow
punched my chest so hard it threw me to the ground.
About time, too; I wouldn't be here if I had been standing there
for another second.
His eyes shatter
Colour me in...Colour me in...9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like a piece of paper,
My heart feels blank.
I wish I could hate her,
But I can't.
Like a piece of paper,
Can you colour me in?
Everything seems like nothing,
Colour me in from within.
Because it's nothing I feel,
And nothing seems real.
No anger to dissipate.
Colour me with love,
But with that comes pain.
It's a no-win situation,
With nothing to gain.
Like a piece of paper,
My heart and mind feel blank.
I wish I could feel everything but nothing.
But it seems I can't.
Yellow haikuWind catchesYellow haiku6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the yellow sail
of the tulip
Boys Like GirlsBoys Like Girls7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were my Thunder so I needed to make The Great Escape on a Holiday. I was Heels Over Head for you, now Im Learning To Fall because it was just Me, You, and My Medication. You were just a Dance Hall Drug, made me feel On Top Of the World, like we were Hero/Heroine, saving each other. Now its Five Minutes to Midnight and Im just a Broken Man.
Rare BeastHis beard baked yellowRare Beast7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
stained with rusty tobacco -
I smell him coming.
Tuesdays for the Match
Magazine - red title pops
in rank clammy hands.
flat feet scuff carpet
and his brown mallet stink hits
my keening nostrils
his grunts grate lonesome
through a blunt two-tone moustache
as patrons reel back
on the busy day
he counts armpit soggy notes
on my trembling palm
reek like vagina
gone bad - perhaps there is a
stenchlady at home
she waits, nose deaf for
the weekend, when she will turn
Sunday Sun pages.
Blur in the BackgroundBlur in the Background10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'll always be there
But you'll never see
I'll always care
But I'm me.
Me, the girl in the background
Breaking mirrors wherever she looks
Comparing me to them,they're the princess, Im the clown
You'll never know how much of my pride it took.
You are blind, unable to see
Maybe thats a good thing, better for you
Cos no one ever goes near me
I know it could never happen
Dreams never come true.
I have loved you...---I have loved you...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In another time, I may have been your late night
confessionary, a Parisian whore to your
gentle hands and overwhelming needs. I could see us
loving each other without knowing names.
We are at times both romantic enough, and tragic
enough, for that.
And if I was not full of sin enough
to beckon your fingers to my skin, perhaps I
was only a girl you met for
un café au lait. You laid
your hand over mine beneath autumnal arbres, and we
made small talk about the world. Perhaps;
we are masters at making love with strangers. And you
peu importe. Je sais que je t'ai touché, dune
TranquillityThere is night. And there are stars.Tranquillity6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
There are clouds. And there is rain.
There is storm. And there are thunders.
There are people. And there is darkness.
There is me. And there is love.
There is blindness. And there are blind hearts.
There are lies. And there is faith.
There is knowledge. And there are fools.
There are bodies. And there is soul.
There is me. And there is you.
Hold my hand
And we are fire.
We are all.
And we are nothing..
More than soul.
7 Lovely SinsThe7 Lovely Sins8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Book of
1 This is how you will know to mark the young among men,
for this is the prayer they pray, again and again.
2 It is these who should be marked and minted into lives worth being spent.
3 These are the words they speak in vain,
"Our father who art in us, tradition be thy name.
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, in me as it is in him.
Give us this day our lovely sins1—those of youth and innocence.
And forgive us our deviance, as we forgive those who differ from us.
And lead us not into similarity, but deliver us from the collective.
For thine is the prison, and the scorn, aimed at abnormal men."2
1:3 1 7 Lovely Sins, Quintessence 1, New Testament
1:3 2 Hope's Prayer, Quintessence 43, New Testament
The Book of
1 Behold, these are the sins
for which you shall be told to repent
opposite's day - collab.i. today i ignored the dismal beatingopposite's day - collab.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my chest [it held me closer than
you ever did] and chased after you
like a lopsided puppy,
watching your skylit legs sink into
shin-deep puddles with indefinable
bottoms. i looked as you left me
miles behind as i shouted
nonsensical wishes and
honeycombed thoughts to you.
[let's drop anchor and stop
this off-course ship with
a handful of windswept lies.]
ii. your eyes are like my mirror -
reflective, deflective, and unforgiving.
[the only way you'll speak to me
is without words.]
one of these days i will write
'ugly ugly ugly' on my forehead
so that on opposite's day,
those baby blues of yours
will tell me that i'm beautiful,
and maybe for a minute
i will believe them.
iii. your smile looks all wrong
when it's upside-down, like the
sea is dancing in the sky and the
clouds sleep on the floor.
i tell you everything i've ever
held back, like how your freckles
looked like glitter storms and
the way your fingers were like
[anything to mak
One Part Pink, One Part BlueLife is like soaring aboveOne Part Pink, One Part Blue5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And like drowning far below
All it takes is a push and a shove
My thoughts my own personal foe
Laughing and playing with everyone
Crying and sleeping all day
Headstrong, stubborn, and ready
Not caring if I've started to decay
Optimistic, loving, and caring
Depressed, run down, and worn out
On top of the world, forever daring
Sickened and always in doubt
Sunrises, rainbows, and adventure
Grey skies, bitter tastes, and dead ends
Two halves, but one whole together
Polar opposites who can't remain friends
The Dramatic Life of Moi- Ch 1The Dramatic Life of Moi- Ch 110 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My life is so like one of those drama productions at school. They seem to go on forever. I really like drama, and people for some reason say I'm good at it. But if there's one piece of drama I don't like, its MY LIFE!
(All still, a freeze frame) Keira looks at Andrew, he looks at her intensely, while the tears still roll down her bowed head. Andrew lifts her head and brings it towards his own, leaning slightly and...
(Back to reality) What the hell am I thinking? What is up with me? Andrew and ME?? I think my parents are right, I really do need my head checking.
Hey Keira, watch the footy game?
(*Keira* It's easier 2 run, thn face all this pain) says:
Yeah, that referee was scum.
sunshine.before, she would look at the stars and wonder if her someone was out there, somewhere, looking at the same ones. she'd dream of magic and flying and wishes that come true. she'd say tomorrow will be better, tomorrow will be better. and she hoped it would be.sunshine.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
silence didn't scare her back then. see, she was too busy looking at the clouds and comets to worry about the imperfections and the dangers of flying.
open doors didn't remind her of people leaving. they just reminded her of chances, risks worth taking. her heart sang a lullaby filled of hope and happiness and learning how to stand again, learning how to breathe. her heart still knew how to breathe back then.
and when it rained, she would close her eyes and imagine it was a beautiful poem filled of fairytale happiness and promises that no one would ever break.
now, she just closes her eyes and wishes it would go away. now, she wishes the silences wouldn't drag on because maybe then her thoughts wouldn't suffocate her. s
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.