Alcohol FreewriteSo you drained the bottleAlcohol Freewrite6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or did it drain you?
You are not as I remember,
And I fear your essence may be swirling
Inside that clear glass,
I imagine little wisps of you escaping,
Curling round that cold lip
You always kiss so eagerly,
(The one that never kisses back,
Though you press your mouth against it
Till your teeth split the flesh.)
And I panic,
And screw that thin, red lid on tight
Before I lose your smile
Or your laugh
To the breeze.
And all the while, you are a painting of yourself.
Francis Bacon's swirls and sudden colours
Trace your moves
And I wonder;
Mothers CryMothers Cry5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We blow smoke into the sky,
and all the ashes that fall down,
then turn it into our ground.
We will not hear her,
mothers cry makes no sound.
Eternity Starts Today~Contest Entry~Eternity Starts Today5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From today forward
The past will be cast aside
I will not harbor hatred from sins long erased
I will not long for people who are forever gone
I will not be consumed by distant memories
That no longer have a face
From today forward
This will be the start of a new life
Destruction comes before creation,
At least when administered by the hand of man
But a new life doesn't require death
It can be as simple as a decision
To make tomorrow better than today
So for eternity onward
I'll keep my eyes set on the future
And what is good
I'll pursue only things that bring happiness
And cast the angst of days past aside
The person I was will not die
But remain alive, deep inside
Even as a new life begins
Dancing In CirclesDancing In CirclesDancing In Circles6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
face bent against the wind,
and I'm braced,
for the whiplash effect
your words seem to have on me.
And you'll always
dance circles around me,
as your kisses
30 - Under The Rain: The Boyuntil the fears have left30 - Under The Rain: The Boy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will not leave you
alone under this rain
and fear of this life
until the tears have dried
i will not release you
from my hold
because you need me
you have waited so long
for some kind of love
and now you have it
and now life waits
what are you waiting for?
let this be the time
you finally take my hand
and let me lead you to life
what are you waiting for?
do not run from me again
because this may be
the last chance for life
my heart breaks for you
for the life never lived
for the times never spent
without pounding fear
do not let fear
dictate your only life
and dry up what is left
of the boy within you
The Mind Of A WriterThe Mind Of A Writer.The Mind Of A Writer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thoughts on paper,
nothing but scribbles.
Shadows of words.
The outlines of a sentence.
Fragments of your sanity,
Locked in ink.
Straight Jacket Of LoveStraight Jacket Of LoveStraight Jacket Of Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rip at your throat tonight,
as you tear your way out
the crisp cotton sheets
you insisted on buying,
calling for help,
I'll wrap my arms
around you tight,
like a straight jacket
youi learned a lot after i met you.you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the first thing i learned was that
some people just pretend to be okay
but inside theyre breaking.
a lot of things (i mean people, and i mean you)
are not always what they seem to be.
another thing i learned was that
all good things come to an end.
(but maybe in our case, it was for the best.)
theres a fine line between
love and hate.
i could never decide which one
i should have used to describe you.
you once told me
that i looked prettiest when i cried.
(but i think you just liked seeing me hurt.)
sometimes, when its late
and no one else is home
(i dont see whats so pretty about it.)
Beautiful ShadowsBeautiful ShadowsBeautiful Shadows5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She finds beauty
in her shadow,
when she sees none
in the mirror.
like another world,
can be outgoing,
can blend in
if it's not.
with the reckless
abandon of the beautiful,
who they step on.
She Lit the Green FlameI am a vortexShe Lit the Green Flame5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
chaos colored in a void--
I am deconstruction
with each board wrenched enjoyed--
I struggle to explain to you,
I am undefined.
and across my blaze of open view
not one thing is more fearfully divine
than the moment that two beings intertwine
the back-bend soft-scent songs of human skin
to me hold the miracle
of the bloodwine in your chalice,
I say this wide-eyed as a newborn
far too far for judgement, shame
and humble as I stand before
the soil I will become,
the earth that gives,
I fingerpaint this floor
with fingers green from loving everything
Take a Seat.Welcome to my mal de vivreTake a Seat.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the marvelous mouth of my miscontent.
Come. Sit with the paper dolls
in a room where the days hang
thick as curtains and hot breath
Sit. Find yourself
staring at a jaw bone,
wondering at its three dimensions
Wonder. Is anyone silent?
Wonder why you look at things that
no one else could love.
Welcome to the shadows,
to campfires and the colder side.
Listen. Everything sounds
like ceiling fans.
Look. There's nothing to hold to in
any of these faces.
How many others suffer
this impatient, impossible wrong
that cradles your hips with its long fingers?
you need something changed
something changed your need
your need changed something
What's a girl to do,
when even poetry abandons her?
no one really knowsThey gave him a single sheet of paper, one pencil. "Say your goodbyes," they said, "You'll be gone by tomorrow." He lay, curled on his hard thin mattress, facing the cement wall, and ignored them. Ignored the paper, ignored the warning.no one really knows5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was nearly midnight when he finally stood. The moon had risen outside, gleaming through the single window, silhouetting the bars.
He sat up and looked at the paper that had remained untouched on the floor. Say your goodbyes, he thought, and picked up the pencil.
It was an hour before he finally finished. The paper was covered - frantic scribbling filled every inch: dreams, confessions, hopes - all written out at last.
With an air of finality, he laid down the pencil. He stared at the paper, tears blurring the words. Then without a sound, he picked up the paper and began to fold, just like he'd been taught, years and years ago.
Minutes passed and still he bent over the page, his fingers struggling to mimic the creases nearly forgotte
Dear BP:When my family took our annual vacation to Orange Beach in Alabama this week, we were astounded by the change. The once-snowy sand is now brown, and when the waves retreat, bold coppery arcs of oil remain. By some chance of luck there is not enough oil in the water to be readily visible on top, not enough to severely damage our avian life, but in the shallows the whitecaps foam brown. For the first time in a lifetime of forgetting normal life at our beach, double red flags fly as far as one can look down the shore, and infinite miles farther. For the first time in a lifetime of Frisbee on the sand, we ran to the waves to cool down, but were arrested by foul brown water. A shell colored blush and cream that I plucked from the tossing waves had a tarball stuck to the side, and left my hand slick with oil.Dear BP:5 years ago in Letters More Like This
In the morning I went out to the balcony to watch the sunrise over the gently rushing waves, to listen to the sound that has soothed me for a lifetime. Forty-plus ships obscured the wav
Beyond a Midnight Crisisyou aren't here.Beyond a Midnight Crisis5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you aren't here.
I can't sleep.
I can't sleep.
my hair dances in the fan breeze and milky-white computer light.
a floorboard creaks boredly, somewhere.
my reflection in the glass window moves, a white specter.
if I listen hard, I can hear the imagined steady breathing of heaving bodies in the next room, and the next room, and the next house, and the whole town, the whole island rising and falling in the darkness.
I am the only one moving.
I am the only one floating, levitating above the earth, not melting into it in the dark.
I want to write this, because what the hell else do I do?
what can I do with this desperate feeling, this meaningless anguish?
I am alone.
you aren't here.
you aren't here because you are
I have time to contemplate the taste of anguish. It tastes of metal and seasalt. It feels like sandpaper. Sandpaper inside me.
You Are Not the SunYou are not the eye-erasing beautyYou Are Not the Sun5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the sun splitting open the sea with morning,
but you are the green and purple glint
on a wave crest as sun ducks away into night.
You are not the electric-splash shock of
ice water in meltingpot summer,
but you could be the cool, smooth
surface of a palm.
You are not a fire, ravaging, devouring,
chewing and churning and spitting out black,
but you are a shawl, touching my shoulders tenderly.
You are not a symphony of drumroll clouds and thunder,
but you are the sound of rain.
You do not laugh like falling snowflakes.
Your words do not resonate like age-old wisdom stones.
You do not move with the grace of an almost-landing butterfly.
When you look at me, I know my eyes are opaque,
providing no windows.
But you are the lighthouse standing through the storm,
the summer breeze that lifts the flowers just a little
Nature's TourHidden behind the bush was a meadow,Nature's Tour5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where trees and blossoms perform lovely songs,
A symphony piercing like an arrow,
Nature's tune where nothing's right nor wrong.
Sway those green leaves and produce haunting notes,
Wriggle your bodies o' little creatures,
Clap those small hands for we are about to float,
State of nothingness, aesthetic pleasures.
Release your mind and let it fly somewhere,
Be lost in time and space and feel it all,
Let your spirit free, travel anywhere,
Feel and hear our hearts as they rise and fall.
Come and join this unforgettable tour,
Have it again and again, more and more.
Nothing But WordsNothing But WordsNothing But Words5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing can come between us
but d i s t a n c e .
Nothing can drown us
Nothing can quiet us
Nothing can hurt us
but words .
Translation Chain 1.17Some hour of the day or nightTranslation Chain 1.175 years ago in Other More Like This
at the time when borders change with the moonlight,
from somewhere I observe in silence the black of the night.
One glance makes the alarm ring
(as we wished, the battle is disarmed)
She is favorable: all things considered,
who is left suffers alone
to be integrated into entirety.
The isolation of the eclipse reigns:
it is easy to see the peculiar announcement:
"of the millions of diamonds, of the prophets of the east,
millions of prophets become bright as diamonds."
A brilliant radiance in the corner between night and day
is nudity, is sensuality.
(She has a motive, a reason.)
The withering lives that they cannot illuminate
are kept in a bright darkness,
in the end, these could exist, give form, and be insignificant.
Now, the morning transforms itself with the real mask
of mourning, to destroy the polite and evident
that dissolve in bright clarity.
The painter seeks to capture the bright darkness.
Emotion Was IrrelevantEmotion Was IrrelevantEmotion Was Irrelevant5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of my being,
screams at me
that I love you.
My life had sunk
to such a place,
until you pulled me
like a newborn
at the sudden lights
of the world.
And the life
into my veins.
If Oceans Were PuddlesIf Oceans Were PuddlesIf Oceans Were Puddles5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and goodbyes that are longer
The sparkle in your eyes
when I can tell you're thinking about me.
The feel of our hands together,
The laughter in your words.
How "I love you" sounds
coming from your wonderful mouth.
The summer nights we spent talking for hours,
and every time you ever made me smile
even when I didn't want to,
and you knew it.
All those moments,
wishing that distance didn't count,
that these oceans were just puddles,
made for jumping in on rainy afternoons,
and soaking your good shoes.
Every second I miss you.
Every second you miss me.
And every second we've ever been in love.
Every dance you owe me,
every hug we've missed.
Every breakfast in bed,
every moonlit night.
Every starlit kiss,
and every chance we've yet to take.
And I could write a book,
of every emotion
you've ever made me feel,
and love you with every page,
and you could read it,
And I'll breathe easier,
because you'll be next to m